http://in-censors.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] in-censors.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] 31_days2010-08-18 01:55 pm

[August 18] [Super Junior] crocus

Title: crocus
Day/Theme: August 18 / Quarter moon better than none
Series: Super Junior
Character/Pairing: Sungmin/Ryeowook
Rating: T




Just when Ryeowook was beginning to accept the handwritten threats and the vandalism on their property as daily fodder for his infrequent letters to Kibum, things started to take a turn for the worse.

It was bad enough that he'd almost gotten a heart attack when he opened the freezer to see a dead bird in it. He'd almost screamed but kept himself in check, steeling himself as he clinically deposited the bird in a small plastic bag and buried it in the garden without saying a word. It frightened a small part of himself, how he'd gotten so used to it. He'd almost laughed at the thought that perhaps he himself did all this in his sleep, but it was impossible, considering how he was always the one next to the wall. He couldn't have gotten out of bed without waking up Sungmin, who was a lighter sleeper than he was. (Well, anyone was a lighter sleeper than Ryeowook, who tended to sleep for as long as he would be allowed.)

"What are you doing outside?" Kyuhyun called out, from the doorway, and Ryeowook turned to him, with dirt in his hands and a streak of blood down his arm.

"I found something in the freezer," Ryeowook said, cheerfully, "just a small bird, no big deal."

"A what?" Kyuhyun asked, sounding surprised.

"I'm kidding," Ryeowook said, "the chicken went bad and I didn't want the kitchen to smell."

"Oh," Kyuhyun said, turning back to go inside without questioning his actions further, "okay."

There were some things he'd never tell Kyuhyun. Maybe not even Sungmin, either, but Ryeowook felt that he didn't need to burden Kyuhyun with unnecessary worries. Like, for example, finding out that someone tampered with the water pipe.

"What do we do?" Ryeowook said to himself, thankful that he'd filled all the pitchers with water, but it would take how many hours before they could get someone to fix it, and Kyuhyun and Ryeowook needed all the water they could get. It was true that too much liquid intake would spur the regrowth of the flowers, but depriving themselves of it would leave the flowers with no other choice but to sap their energy until it would literally suck them dry.

Death by crocus infestation, they'd have to write on Ryeowook's death certificate. Ryeowook was still laughing at the absurdity of the idea, and it was that way that Sungmin had found him, that night, slumped against the bathroom wall and tracing spirals into the dirty bath water in the tub, a small sliver of moonlight weakly reflected in the water.

"Oh, baby," Sungmin crooned, enfolding him in a tight, warm embrace, "you're not okay.

Ryeowook smiled, weakly. "Didn't we go through this a few days ago?"

Sungmin laughed, a short chuckle that made Ryeowook's eyes well up with tears. "Don't worry. I'll always take care of you, even if you're so heartless to me."

There was still some light, outside. Ryeowook prayed it wouldn't go out.