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[August 27] [Super Junior] bird's-foot treefoil
Title: bird's-foot treefoil
Day/Theme: August 27 / the whole unvisited world
Series: Super Junior
Character/Pairing: Sungmin/Ryeowook/Kyuhyun
Rating: T
“Strong words, Kyuhyunnie,” Sungmin said, laughing without a smile on his usually open expression. He was more guarded, this time, less hesitant to taunt him. He had his own skeletons to hide, Ryeowook figured. Everyone did. With Sungmin, it was simply unusual to hear of it; he was so good at cleaning up his faults.
"I never fell into the lake, Sungmin," Kyuhyun croaked out.
"Yes, you did," Sungmin said, slowly, as if speaking to a child, "you could ask your sister or your mother or --"
"It wasn't an accident," Kyuhyun said, clenching his fingers into a fist, "you pushed me into it."
Sungmin turned to him, and Ryeowook looked on, eyes hooded and body feeling like lead. From this angle, it was impossible to tell what Sungmin's face betrayed, if he showed anything at all.
"You pushed me into it," Kyuhyun continued, letting the truth finally materialize into the air, out of the secrecy of his own private thoughts, and Ryeowook would have felt so proud if he weren't so tired, "because you didn't want anyone else to divert everyone's attention from yourself. You pushed me because you didn't care about me enough. You've always been selfish."
Sungmin leaned over to brush his thumb over Kyuhyun's cheek, a small motion that bespoke of condescension and pride that made Kyuhyun flinch and Ryeowook tremble slightly at the sight. "I got what I wanted in the end, didn't I?" Sungmin whispered, "you stopped showing up after that."
"I trusted you," Kyuhyun said, no anger in his tone, only defeat, "I loved you."
"It doesn't matter to me," Sungmin replied, and Ryeowook felt a sliver of fear run down his spine at the realization that Sungmin would use anyone, even his cousin, for Ryeowook's sake, at the price of Ryeowook's conscience. Sungmin had a rather narrow mind, the faults of linear thinking and causality wrecking havoc more on his humanity than his sensibility. Ryeowook wanted out.
"All you had to do was ask," Kyuhyun said, passing a weary hand over Sungmin's head, and Ryeowook stared at them.
It seemed easier to take, then. To take and to take until Kyuhyun had nothing left, until Ryeowook could fool himself into believing that he deserved to live more than Kyuhyun, or anyone else, did. Sungmin believed in that far too much, it wasn't healthy anymore.
“No,” Sungmin said, “no, you wouldn’t have said yes.”
He was so sure of it that Ryeowook had to look away. There was no time for any of them, and Sungmin’s perception was flawed in so many ways that he didn’t believe in anyone’s capacity for altruism. What kind of world did he revolve around in, when he was so self-sufficient and he was above everything, above judgment, above insult, and above all morality?
There was anarchy in the kind of rationality Sungmin had possessed. Ryeowook didn’t like the surety in it. Birdsfoot for vengeance. Nothing was permanent.
Even the shame was still there, sharp, and biting.
Day/Theme: August 27 / the whole unvisited world
Series: Super Junior
Character/Pairing: Sungmin/Ryeowook/Kyuhyun
Rating: T
“Strong words, Kyuhyunnie,” Sungmin said, laughing without a smile on his usually open expression. He was more guarded, this time, less hesitant to taunt him. He had his own skeletons to hide, Ryeowook figured. Everyone did. With Sungmin, it was simply unusual to hear of it; he was so good at cleaning up his faults.
"I never fell into the lake, Sungmin," Kyuhyun croaked out.
"Yes, you did," Sungmin said, slowly, as if speaking to a child, "you could ask your sister or your mother or --"
"It wasn't an accident," Kyuhyun said, clenching his fingers into a fist, "you pushed me into it."
Sungmin turned to him, and Ryeowook looked on, eyes hooded and body feeling like lead. From this angle, it was impossible to tell what Sungmin's face betrayed, if he showed anything at all.
"You pushed me into it," Kyuhyun continued, letting the truth finally materialize into the air, out of the secrecy of his own private thoughts, and Ryeowook would have felt so proud if he weren't so tired, "because you didn't want anyone else to divert everyone's attention from yourself. You pushed me because you didn't care about me enough. You've always been selfish."
Sungmin leaned over to brush his thumb over Kyuhyun's cheek, a small motion that bespoke of condescension and pride that made Kyuhyun flinch and Ryeowook tremble slightly at the sight. "I got what I wanted in the end, didn't I?" Sungmin whispered, "you stopped showing up after that."
"I trusted you," Kyuhyun said, no anger in his tone, only defeat, "I loved you."
"It doesn't matter to me," Sungmin replied, and Ryeowook felt a sliver of fear run down his spine at the realization that Sungmin would use anyone, even his cousin, for Ryeowook's sake, at the price of Ryeowook's conscience. Sungmin had a rather narrow mind, the faults of linear thinking and causality wrecking havoc more on his humanity than his sensibility. Ryeowook wanted out.
"All you had to do was ask," Kyuhyun said, passing a weary hand over Sungmin's head, and Ryeowook stared at them.
It seemed easier to take, then. To take and to take until Kyuhyun had nothing left, until Ryeowook could fool himself into believing that he deserved to live more than Kyuhyun, or anyone else, did. Sungmin believed in that far too much, it wasn't healthy anymore.
“No,” Sungmin said, “no, you wouldn’t have said yes.”
He was so sure of it that Ryeowook had to look away. There was no time for any of them, and Sungmin’s perception was flawed in so many ways that he didn’t believe in anyone’s capacity for altruism. What kind of world did he revolve around in, when he was so self-sufficient and he was above everything, above judgment, above insult, and above all morality?
There was anarchy in the kind of rationality Sungmin had possessed. Ryeowook didn’t like the surety in it. Birdsfoot for vengeance. Nothing was permanent.
Even the shame was still there, sharp, and biting.