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[August 25] [Super Junior] daisy
Title: daisy
Day/Theme: August 25 / grin like a dog
Series: Super Junior
Character/Pairing: Sungmin/Ryeowook
Rating: T
When the drug had worn off and Ryeowook had gathered enough strength to even get on his feet and check on Sungmin, he’d found Sungmin perched on the edge of the bathtub, watching its occupant intently. Ryeowook pushed the rest of the door open, feeling some of the old anger rise in his chest again, and Sungmin crossed his arms over his chest, leaning forward without looking at Ryeowook.
“They don’t grow when there’s no water, huh?” Sungmin said, hand reaching down to curl a lock of Kyuhyun’s hair around his fingers, “I stripped him down to his shorts and there’s nothing coming out, just a lot of wounds.”
“You were expecting daisies?” Ryeowook asked, tersely, and when Sungmin shrugged his shoulders, he turned on his heel and walked back to the kitchen to fetch a pitcher of water in his disgust.
Well, it was always nothing short of amazing to Ryeowook how the atmosphere between them shifted to different degrees. He’d had half a mind to question Sungmin’s sanity, but at this point he’d realized he’d have nothing against Sungmin even if he did try to fight back. He’d probably give him a stronger dose, next time, or keep him locked in a closet in spite of his professions of kindness towards Ryeowook. Don’t even bother, Sungmin’s grip on his shoulder as he’d kissed Ryeowook in the kitchen seemed to say. There were some disparities in the gentleness of his intended action and the message it brought across to the recipient.
He could have filled the spaces left in Kibum’s words, once upon a time. Something about selfishness and going through the motions in the true Machiavellian fashion. He’d have his pretentions about propriety before stabbing you in the back, rather than retreating in his own thoughts. It’s always people that you have to worry about, not the ghosts, because haunting is different from hurting; it’s not the same kind of pain, in the end.
Sungmin had turned on the tap by the time Ryeowook shuffled back in the bathroom. Ryeowook set the container down on the floor, propping Kyuhyun’s body up in a seated position before nudging him awake.
“Kyuhyun,” Ryeowook said, pressing the back of his hand to Kyuhyun’s forehead. It felt cold and damp from the water.
“He doesn’t have a concussion,” Sungmin supplied helpfully, grinning with the same characteristic nonchalance he’d used as a front, “I checked.”
“I bet you did,” Ryeowook said, mouth dry with worry, “tell me something. Did you really plan to—“
“Yes,” Sungmin said, cutting him off. He’d had no shred of remorse in his tone, no aftershocks of guilt in the motions of his hands as he passed it through his hair. It was clinical, almost, and Ryeowook wanted to feel afraid again but there was no use feeling fear. He’d just have to bear it.
“What do we do now?” Ryeowook said to himself, and the only answer that came to him was to wait, and nothing else.
Day/Theme: August 25 / grin like a dog
Series: Super Junior
Character/Pairing: Sungmin/Ryeowook
Rating: T
When the drug had worn off and Ryeowook had gathered enough strength to even get on his feet and check on Sungmin, he’d found Sungmin perched on the edge of the bathtub, watching its occupant intently. Ryeowook pushed the rest of the door open, feeling some of the old anger rise in his chest again, and Sungmin crossed his arms over his chest, leaning forward without looking at Ryeowook.
“They don’t grow when there’s no water, huh?” Sungmin said, hand reaching down to curl a lock of Kyuhyun’s hair around his fingers, “I stripped him down to his shorts and there’s nothing coming out, just a lot of wounds.”
“You were expecting daisies?” Ryeowook asked, tersely, and when Sungmin shrugged his shoulders, he turned on his heel and walked back to the kitchen to fetch a pitcher of water in his disgust.
Well, it was always nothing short of amazing to Ryeowook how the atmosphere between them shifted to different degrees. He’d had half a mind to question Sungmin’s sanity, but at this point he’d realized he’d have nothing against Sungmin even if he did try to fight back. He’d probably give him a stronger dose, next time, or keep him locked in a closet in spite of his professions of kindness towards Ryeowook. Don’t even bother, Sungmin’s grip on his shoulder as he’d kissed Ryeowook in the kitchen seemed to say. There were some disparities in the gentleness of his intended action and the message it brought across to the recipient.
He could have filled the spaces left in Kibum’s words, once upon a time. Something about selfishness and going through the motions in the true Machiavellian fashion. He’d have his pretentions about propriety before stabbing you in the back, rather than retreating in his own thoughts. It’s always people that you have to worry about, not the ghosts, because haunting is different from hurting; it’s not the same kind of pain, in the end.
Sungmin had turned on the tap by the time Ryeowook shuffled back in the bathroom. Ryeowook set the container down on the floor, propping Kyuhyun’s body up in a seated position before nudging him awake.
“Kyuhyun,” Ryeowook said, pressing the back of his hand to Kyuhyun’s forehead. It felt cold and damp from the water.
“He doesn’t have a concussion,” Sungmin supplied helpfully, grinning with the same characteristic nonchalance he’d used as a front, “I checked.”
“I bet you did,” Ryeowook said, mouth dry with worry, “tell me something. Did you really plan to—“
“Yes,” Sungmin said, cutting him off. He’d had no shred of remorse in his tone, no aftershocks of guilt in the motions of his hands as he passed it through his hair. It was clinical, almost, and Ryeowook wanted to feel afraid again but there was no use feeling fear. He’d just have to bear it.
“What do we do now?” Ryeowook said to himself, and the only answer that came to him was to wait, and nothing else.