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"Leeteuk-hyung's body is so nice," Jonghyun sighs as he watches the televisions backstage. Taemin peers over his shoulder and makes a disgusted face.
"Why is he so shiny? Is that all sweat because that's kind of gross."
Jonghyun whips his head around. "No, it's oil. They rub it all over your body to make it look nice and shiny and beautiful and sculptured like Adonis the beautiful Greek god--"
Onew slaps his hand over Jonghyun's mouth. "You can stop there."
Super Junior collapses backstage, worn out and sweaty.
"Sunbae," Minho greets them from his chair, and Donghae gives him a wave before dousing himself in water.
Kyuhyun walks over to where Jonghyun's sitting, reading a book, but he closes it, smiling and looking up.
"Hyung! You were great onstage today! I'm so jealous of your charisma and how handsome you are and how beautiful your voice is and how well you dance--"
Kyuhyun laughs at the last one, patting Jonghyun on the shoulder.
"Thanks, I think. You've already performed, right?"
Jonghyun shakes his head, pointing to the clock. "In fifteen." His eyes stray to the TV, and he clutches at Kyuhyun's arm. "Hyung, what's your body like? Is it like Leeteuk-hyung's? Because his body is so beautiful and sculptured and well muscled and perfect and--"
Sungmin knocks his shoulder even if Jonghyun swears he had been on the opposite side of the room two minutes earlier. Kyuhyun swallows, before he turns away.
"Sorry Jonghyun!" Sungmin says brightly before being dragged off by Donghae.
Jonghyun smiles before turning back to Kyuhyun. "Hyung, show me your body."
Kyuhyun scoffs. "No, get lost." He points to the clock. "Aren't you on soon?"
His words are punctuated by some backstage hand pointing to his wrist and Jonghyun has to fly out of his chair to make it on time.
The next time is on some radio show, where Jonghyun tries to creep up on Kyuhyun and pull his shirt up, just the slightest bit.
Kyuhyun grabs the hem, smiles tightly, and forces it back down into place. "Baby, save it for the bedroom."
Someone chokes across the room and Jonghyun is busy trying not to turn into a human tomato. He forgets about it.
At a run through of the SM Town concert, almost all the guys have shed their shirts, already translucent with sweat. Jonghyun is a bit awed by how toned all his sunbaes are and can't help poke his stomach a bit. Not squishy, but still a far way away from having abs.
Kyuhyun is the only one in his band still wearing a normal t-shirt, even Ryeowook having changed into a tank top.
"Aren't you hot?" Jonghyun asks as he grabs the bottom of his shirt and wipes the sweat off his forehead with it. Kyuhyun shrugs.
"Not really, I've had worse."
Jonghyun frowns even as his shirt sticks back to his skin, and he lunges forward, Kyuhyun stepping back in surprise.
"Jong--"
His words are choked off when Jonghyun grabs the bottom of his shirt, forcing it up like some pervert in an alleyway.
Kyuhyun chokes on something before Jonghyun's hands grow slack, and the shirt falls down of its own volition.
He could see it, all of it; light, fainted ridges almost white with age, long, brown lines of previous hurt and skin uneven with memories.
"What--"
Kyuhyun turns away, shame making him quiet. "Surgery a while ago, I was in a car accident, remember? Scars don't fade with time."
Jonghyun's still frozen, hands slightly raised before someone calls Kyuhyun's name and he leaves, arms crossed over his chest.
Beauty is only skin deep! a text message says on Kyuhyun's phone, and he laughs so much that he almost falls off the chair and the stylist draws a monobrow.
"Kyuhyun-sshi!"
"Sorry," he mumbles, but can't hide the smile from his face. He's heard that before, but it must be nice to be young and naive.
"Leeteuk-hyung's body is so nice," Jonghyun sighs as he watches the televisions backstage. Taemin peers over his shoulder and makes a disgusted face.
"Why is he so shiny? Is that all sweat because that's kind of gross."
Jonghyun whips his head around. "No, it's oil. They rub it all over your body to make it look nice and shiny and beautiful and sculptured like Adonis the beautiful Greek god--"
Onew slaps his hand over Jonghyun's mouth. "You can stop there."
Super Junior collapses backstage, worn out and sweaty.
"Sunbae," Minho greets them from his chair, and Donghae gives him a wave before dousing himself in water.
Kyuhyun walks over to where Jonghyun's sitting, reading a book, but he closes it, smiling and looking up.
"Hyung! You were great onstage today! I'm so jealous of your charisma and how handsome you are and how beautiful your voice is and how well you dance--"
Kyuhyun laughs at the last one, patting Jonghyun on the shoulder.
"Thanks, I think. You've already performed, right?"
Jonghyun shakes his head, pointing to the clock. "In fifteen." His eyes stray to the TV, and he clutches at Kyuhyun's arm. "Hyung, what's your body like? Is it like Leeteuk-hyung's? Because his body is so beautiful and sculptured and well muscled and perfect and--"
Sungmin knocks his shoulder even if Jonghyun swears he had been on the opposite side of the room two minutes earlier. Kyuhyun swallows, before he turns away.
"Sorry Jonghyun!" Sungmin says brightly before being dragged off by Donghae.
Jonghyun smiles before turning back to Kyuhyun. "Hyung, show me your body."
Kyuhyun scoffs. "No, get lost." He points to the clock. "Aren't you on soon?"
His words are punctuated by some backstage hand pointing to his wrist and Jonghyun has to fly out of his chair to make it on time.
The next time is on some radio show, where Jonghyun tries to creep up on Kyuhyun and pull his shirt up, just the slightest bit.
Kyuhyun grabs the hem, smiles tightly, and forces it back down into place. "Baby, save it for the bedroom."
Someone chokes across the room and Jonghyun is busy trying not to turn into a human tomato. He forgets about it.
At a run through of the SM Town concert, almost all the guys have shed their shirts, already translucent with sweat. Jonghyun is a bit awed by how toned all his sunbaes are and can't help poke his stomach a bit. Not squishy, but still a far way away from having abs.
Kyuhyun is the only one in his band still wearing a normal t-shirt, even Ryeowook having changed into a tank top.
"Aren't you hot?" Jonghyun asks as he grabs the bottom of his shirt and wipes the sweat off his forehead with it. Kyuhyun shrugs.
"Not really, I've had worse."
Jonghyun frowns even as his shirt sticks back to his skin, and he lunges forward, Kyuhyun stepping back in surprise.
"Jong--"
His words are choked off when Jonghyun grabs the bottom of his shirt, forcing it up like some pervert in an alleyway.
Kyuhyun chokes on something before Jonghyun's hands grow slack, and the shirt falls down of its own volition.
He could see it, all of it; light, fainted ridges almost white with age, long, brown lines of previous hurt and skin uneven with memories.
"What--"
Kyuhyun turns away, shame making him quiet. "Surgery a while ago, I was in a car accident, remember? Scars don't fade with time."
Jonghyun's still frozen, hands slightly raised before someone calls Kyuhyun's name and he leaves, arms crossed over his chest.
Beauty is only skin deep! a text message says on Kyuhyun's phone, and he laughs so much that he almost falls off the chair and the stylist draws a monobrow.
"Kyuhyun-sshi!"
"Sorry," he mumbles, but can't hide the smile from his face. He's heard that before, but it must be nice to be young and naive.