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[August 24] [Super Junior] begonia
Title: begonia
Day/Theme: August 24 / where we will, we’ll roam
Series: Super Junior
Character/Pairing: Sungmin/Ryeowook
Rating: T
“I suppose you’re wondering where Kyuhyun is,” Sungmin said, sometime later, “or maybe you’re thinking about the time more than about his well-being, but you did seem pretty cozy together in the hallway, right?”
Ryeowook didn’t respond. He’d been staring at the floor, feeling tired and nauseous. There was probably something in the tea. His mind had stopped hurting, but he’d felt sluggish, instead, coming up with blanks instead of measures of escaping. He’d tried to wrestle out of his bonds, but he couldn’t muster up enough energy to continue the attempt. Sungmin had stopped expecting any reply from him, and even the slight attempts to bait him where insufficient to hold Ryeowook’s attention long enough.
“I put him in the bathroom,” Sungmin continued, coming closer to trim the begonia peeking out of the collar of Ryeowook’s shirt, “where it’s nice and cool, of course.”
Nice and cool? Ryeowook’s eyes drooped lower. That sounded like a nice place. Nice. Cozy. He’d spent hours in the bathroom more than he could care to count. He’d gotten rid of flowers there, too. Did he remember to clean out the drain?
He felt light in his chest in spite of the heady weight in his mind. Bubbly, almost. What did Sungmin give him? He wanted to laugh but he couldn’t decide if he wanted it more than he wanted to crawl to bed and sleep the day away, and maybe he could sleep with Kyuhyun too, on the same bed, and they would hide from Sungmin until he promised to be good. If he was capable of being good.
“Poor boy’s probably thirsty by now,” Sungmin said, “I cleaned your wounds, by the way. You’re never gonna be able to use that jacket again. I told you to keep hydrated, but you never listen to me, don’t you?”
Ryeowook meant to shake his head, but his head swayed forward, instead. Sungmin placed a hand over his shoulder to keep him upright. “I’m sorry I had to do this,” Sungmin said, reaching around to untie his bonds, “but I promise it’ll only last three hours, tops. After that, you’ll feel okay again, but not as great as when you’re high. I just need to make sure you won’t be there to stop me.”
Stop what? Ryeowook stared at the mole on Sungmin’s arm, barely aware of how Sungmin had pressed a kiss to the rope burn circling his wrist, raw and red. He was having trouble concentrating on anything, but if he focused on something, maybe he could actually take a second to breathe and work things out, if he could even remember it.
“Don’t move, okay?” Sungmin said, patting his cheek, and Ryeowook lazily lolled his head around, “I’ll be right back.”
Ryeowook waited until Sungmin was out of earshot before he tried to stand up. It was only when he found his cheek pressed to the cold tiles that he realized that he couldn’t go anywhere else at this rate.
He slept.
Day/Theme: August 24 / where we will, we’ll roam
Series: Super Junior
Character/Pairing: Sungmin/Ryeowook
Rating: T
“I suppose you’re wondering where Kyuhyun is,” Sungmin said, sometime later, “or maybe you’re thinking about the time more than about his well-being, but you did seem pretty cozy together in the hallway, right?”
Ryeowook didn’t respond. He’d been staring at the floor, feeling tired and nauseous. There was probably something in the tea. His mind had stopped hurting, but he’d felt sluggish, instead, coming up with blanks instead of measures of escaping. He’d tried to wrestle out of his bonds, but he couldn’t muster up enough energy to continue the attempt. Sungmin had stopped expecting any reply from him, and even the slight attempts to bait him where insufficient to hold Ryeowook’s attention long enough.
“I put him in the bathroom,” Sungmin continued, coming closer to trim the begonia peeking out of the collar of Ryeowook’s shirt, “where it’s nice and cool, of course.”
Nice and cool? Ryeowook’s eyes drooped lower. That sounded like a nice place. Nice. Cozy. He’d spent hours in the bathroom more than he could care to count. He’d gotten rid of flowers there, too. Did he remember to clean out the drain?
He felt light in his chest in spite of the heady weight in his mind. Bubbly, almost. What did Sungmin give him? He wanted to laugh but he couldn’t decide if he wanted it more than he wanted to crawl to bed and sleep the day away, and maybe he could sleep with Kyuhyun too, on the same bed, and they would hide from Sungmin until he promised to be good. If he was capable of being good.
“Poor boy’s probably thirsty by now,” Sungmin said, “I cleaned your wounds, by the way. You’re never gonna be able to use that jacket again. I told you to keep hydrated, but you never listen to me, don’t you?”
Ryeowook meant to shake his head, but his head swayed forward, instead. Sungmin placed a hand over his shoulder to keep him upright. “I’m sorry I had to do this,” Sungmin said, reaching around to untie his bonds, “but I promise it’ll only last three hours, tops. After that, you’ll feel okay again, but not as great as when you’re high. I just need to make sure you won’t be there to stop me.”
Stop what? Ryeowook stared at the mole on Sungmin’s arm, barely aware of how Sungmin had pressed a kiss to the rope burn circling his wrist, raw and red. He was having trouble concentrating on anything, but if he focused on something, maybe he could actually take a second to breathe and work things out, if he could even remember it.
“Don’t move, okay?” Sungmin said, patting his cheek, and Ryeowook lazily lolled his head around, “I’ll be right back.”
Ryeowook waited until Sungmin was out of earshot before he tried to stand up. It was only when he found his cheek pressed to the cold tiles that he realized that he couldn’t go anywhere else at this rate.
He slept.