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[August 29] [Super Junior] rosemary
Title: rosemary
Day/Theme: August 29 / without sense of time lost
Series: Super Junior
Character/Pairing: Kyuhyun/Ryeowook
Rating: R
They carried Kyuhyun to bed in the morning. Ryeowook had told Sungmin to get out of his sight for a few hours, at least, and Sungmin, strangely, had complied. Ryeowook had fallen asleep on the floor beside Kyuhyun's bed dreaming of rosemaries, but when he woke up, Kyuhyun was gone.
He went around the house, cautiously calling out Kyuhyun's name. There was no sign of him in the kitchen, or the bathroom, or the yard. Sungmin's car was still gone. For a moment, Ryeowook thought that Sungmin had killed him and disposed of his body in the few hours Ryeowook was asleep, but when Ryeowook looked up, he spotted Kyuhyun sitting on the roof of the veranda, staring at the sky.
"Kyuhyun," Ryeowook warbled, "get down from there!"
Wrong words, he realized, when Kyuhyun stood up, almost losing his balance.
"Don't move," Ryeowook called, "I'll come up in a few seconds!"
Kyuhyun watched him with listless eyes as Ryeowook propped up a ladder to the side, climbing it with some difficulty. When Ryeowook reached the top and scrambled over to the edge of the roof, Kyuhyun didn't say anything.
"Hey," Ryeowook said, trying to smile, only it came out strained. Kyuhyun inclined his head to the side, indicating he'd heard, and Ryeowook felt his palms beginning to sweat. Don't look down if you know what's good for you. Deep breaths.
"You know, I'd forgotten what it was like to like someone," Kyuhyun confessed, apropos of nothing. Ryeowook's head snapped up in attention, but he kept his body in check, tensing up to maintain his balance.
"Are you still thinking about it?" Ryeowook asked, determined to look straight ahead.
"I'd wondered if either of us could wait for each other to die," Kyuhyun said in a strange voice. Ryeowook took a few more uneven steps, still wary of him, until Kyuhyun was within his reach.
"I would have given it to you," Ryeowook said, softly, please come here, come closer, don't --, "you know I would have."
"Don't stop me," Kyuhyun said, digging his heels into the tiles. His feet were bare and white against the darker surface. Ryeowook watched his toes curl with anticipation, "I wouldn't have been able to take anything from you."
You are the most beloved, Sungmin said, once, and it was only then that Ryeowook realized why Sungmin never said mine. Epiphanies come in small doses, until they seep in and it all falls apart.
"Kyuhyun," Ryeowook said, touching Kyuhyun's cheek with trembling fingers. Skin so young and imperfect, but it was still warm with the thrum of life. In a few seconds, what would happen next?
Kyuhyun stiffened into his touch, and Ryeowook let his hand fall, to the side, just as Kyuhyun pressed a small, fleeting kiss into his palm, a light brush that could have been accidental, and nothing else. Desire was never part of their story, and Kyuhyun understood that much.
Kyuhyun smiled, pushing him away, and stepped off the ledge.
Day/Theme: August 29 / without sense of time lost
Series: Super Junior
Character/Pairing: Kyuhyun/Ryeowook
Rating: R
They carried Kyuhyun to bed in the morning. Ryeowook had told Sungmin to get out of his sight for a few hours, at least, and Sungmin, strangely, had complied. Ryeowook had fallen asleep on the floor beside Kyuhyun's bed dreaming of rosemaries, but when he woke up, Kyuhyun was gone.
He went around the house, cautiously calling out Kyuhyun's name. There was no sign of him in the kitchen, or the bathroom, or the yard. Sungmin's car was still gone. For a moment, Ryeowook thought that Sungmin had killed him and disposed of his body in the few hours Ryeowook was asleep, but when Ryeowook looked up, he spotted Kyuhyun sitting on the roof of the veranda, staring at the sky.
"Kyuhyun," Ryeowook warbled, "get down from there!"
Wrong words, he realized, when Kyuhyun stood up, almost losing his balance.
"Don't move," Ryeowook called, "I'll come up in a few seconds!"
Kyuhyun watched him with listless eyes as Ryeowook propped up a ladder to the side, climbing it with some difficulty. When Ryeowook reached the top and scrambled over to the edge of the roof, Kyuhyun didn't say anything.
"Hey," Ryeowook said, trying to smile, only it came out strained. Kyuhyun inclined his head to the side, indicating he'd heard, and Ryeowook felt his palms beginning to sweat. Don't look down if you know what's good for you. Deep breaths.
"You know, I'd forgotten what it was like to like someone," Kyuhyun confessed, apropos of nothing. Ryeowook's head snapped up in attention, but he kept his body in check, tensing up to maintain his balance.
"Are you still thinking about it?" Ryeowook asked, determined to look straight ahead.
"I'd wondered if either of us could wait for each other to die," Kyuhyun said in a strange voice. Ryeowook took a few more uneven steps, still wary of him, until Kyuhyun was within his reach.
"I would have given it to you," Ryeowook said, softly, please come here, come closer, don't --, "you know I would have."
"Don't stop me," Kyuhyun said, digging his heels into the tiles. His feet were bare and white against the darker surface. Ryeowook watched his toes curl with anticipation, "I wouldn't have been able to take anything from you."
You are the most beloved, Sungmin said, once, and it was only then that Ryeowook realized why Sungmin never said mine. Epiphanies come in small doses, until they seep in and it all falls apart.
"Kyuhyun," Ryeowook said, touching Kyuhyun's cheek with trembling fingers. Skin so young and imperfect, but it was still warm with the thrum of life. In a few seconds, what would happen next?
Kyuhyun stiffened into his touch, and Ryeowook let his hand fall, to the side, just as Kyuhyun pressed a small, fleeting kiss into his palm, a light brush that could have been accidental, and nothing else. Desire was never part of their story, and Kyuhyun understood that much.
Kyuhyun smiled, pushing him away, and stepped off the ledge.