In Pieces
I had fun with this part. And I have no idea if this is what KyuHyun is like, as I couldn't pick him out of a line up if my life depended on it.
Part one,
Part two,
Part Three,
Part four,
Part five
When he woke the next day - day, not morning, because the clock read 12:57 when he finally made his eyes focus on it - he didn’t feel any better. It hurt to move, but he managed to at least sit up. He found the glass he’d emptied the night before, sitting on his bedside table, full again. He drank it down, turned his alarm back on (who turned it off? Probably Shiwon), and started his day.
Everything took him longer; just walking to the bathroom for a shower took so long he doubted he’d actually slept in his own bed.
The shower helped, hot water pounding down on his shoulders, and he stayed there until it began to cool. Dressed, he went into the kitchen to start the coffee, and to find something to eat.
He found out the group had returned when he heard a knock on his door, and KyuHyun bounced in with the biggest grin on his face. “You should have seen!” he announced, sitting on Yesung’s bed without bouncing. Ryeowook followed him in and shut the door.
“Seen what?” Yesung asked, shifting a little and pulling his sweater closer around him.
“The choreography-noona asked where you were,” KyuHyun said.
“She did?”
“Yeah,” Ryeowook said, smiling at him (his triumphant smile; Yesung knew almost all of them).
“She did,” KyuHyun repeated. “And HeeChul-hyung said ‘He’s still asleep because someone forgot he’d been injured’.”
Yesung stared. HeeChul?!
KyuHyun merely grinned at him. “And then he went on….”
“And on and on,” Ryeowook added, leaning comfortably against the door.
“…about how discourteous that was, and that some consideration had to be taken, and did she know what ‘take it easy’ meant, and kept going.”
Yesung could hear the laughter in his dongsaeng’s voice, but didn’t quite know how to react, unable to do more than stare at him, stunned.
“She glanced at LeeTeuk-umma a couple of times,” Ryeowook added helpfully. “He just shrugged, like ‘you expect me to control him?’ And when she tried to answer HeeChul-hyung, he just talked right over her.”
“Kangin-hyung finally stepped in, but only because she looked like she wanted to cry,” KyuHyun said. “He was nicer that I would have been.”
And like a light switch, the amusement vanished from KyuHyun’s voice.
“He explained why, already,” Ryeowook said patiently. “He was right.”
Yesung just stared at them. When had they gotten so…? Oh. China, of course. He still felt so left behind. “I’m sure he had a good reason,” he murmured.
KyuHyun huffed, and then the light switch flipped again, and he bounced once on the bed. “You look better.”
“That’s not hard,” Ryeowook agreed. “Next time, say something.”
“This building needs an elevator,” Yesung countered.
They both scowled at him (not too effectively, since they both seemed to be fighting smiles), and he sighed. “All right. If it’s ever that bad again.”
“No,” KyuHyun said, and Yesung narrowed his eyes. “If you need help, say something.”
“I will not….”
“Or you’ll have to let HeeChul-hyung do it again,” Ryeowook interrupted.
Yesung scowled. “I think I don’t like that you went to China and grew up,” he muttered petulantly.
“Promise?” KyuHyun pressed.
Yesung didn’t see a way out of it. He grabbed the pillow next to him and tossed it at KyuHyun. “Yes, fine,” he said, only half angry about it.
KyuHyun tossed the pillow back. “See? It didn’t kill you!”
“Yet,” Yesung said, and then hesitated.
“What?” Ryeowook asked, but Yesung just shook his head.
“Thanks,” he said, instead of asking what he wanted.
He had no idea how to ask if they’d said something to Shiwon. Never mind trying to explain something he barely understood himself.
Part one,
Part two,
Part Three,
Part four,
Part five
When he woke the next day - day, not morning, because the clock read 12:57 when he finally made his eyes focus on it - he didn’t feel any better. It hurt to move, but he managed to at least sit up. He found the glass he’d emptied the night before, sitting on his bedside table, full again. He drank it down, turned his alarm back on (who turned it off? Probably Shiwon), and started his day.
Everything took him longer; just walking to the bathroom for a shower took so long he doubted he’d actually slept in his own bed.
The shower helped, hot water pounding down on his shoulders, and he stayed there until it began to cool. Dressed, he went into the kitchen to start the coffee, and to find something to eat.
He found out the group had returned when he heard a knock on his door, and KyuHyun bounced in with the biggest grin on his face. “You should have seen!” he announced, sitting on Yesung’s bed without bouncing. Ryeowook followed him in and shut the door.
“Seen what?” Yesung asked, shifting a little and pulling his sweater closer around him.
“The choreography-noona asked where you were,” KyuHyun said.
“She did?”
“Yeah,” Ryeowook said, smiling at him (his triumphant smile; Yesung knew almost all of them).
“She did,” KyuHyun repeated. “And HeeChul-hyung said ‘He’s still asleep because someone forgot he’d been injured’.”
Yesung stared. HeeChul?!
KyuHyun merely grinned at him. “And then he went on….”
“And on and on,” Ryeowook added, leaning comfortably against the door.
“…about how discourteous that was, and that some consideration had to be taken, and did she know what ‘take it easy’ meant, and kept going.”
Yesung could hear the laughter in his dongsaeng’s voice, but didn’t quite know how to react, unable to do more than stare at him, stunned.
“She glanced at LeeTeuk-umma a couple of times,” Ryeowook added helpfully. “He just shrugged, like ‘you expect me to control him?’ And when she tried to answer HeeChul-hyung, he just talked right over her.”
“Kangin-hyung finally stepped in, but only because she looked like she wanted to cry,” KyuHyun said. “He was nicer that I would have been.”
And like a light switch, the amusement vanished from KyuHyun’s voice.
“He explained why, already,” Ryeowook said patiently. “He was right.”
Yesung just stared at them. When had they gotten so…? Oh. China, of course. He still felt so left behind. “I’m sure he had a good reason,” he murmured.
KyuHyun huffed, and then the light switch flipped again, and he bounced once on the bed. “You look better.”
“That’s not hard,” Ryeowook agreed. “Next time, say something.”
“This building needs an elevator,” Yesung countered.
They both scowled at him (not too effectively, since they both seemed to be fighting smiles), and he sighed. “All right. If it’s ever that bad again.”
“No,” KyuHyun said, and Yesung narrowed his eyes. “If you need help, say something.”
“I will not….”
“Or you’ll have to let HeeChul-hyung do it again,” Ryeowook interrupted.
Yesung scowled. “I think I don’t like that you went to China and grew up,” he muttered petulantly.
“Promise?” KyuHyun pressed.
Yesung didn’t see a way out of it. He grabbed the pillow next to him and tossed it at KyuHyun. “Yes, fine,” he said, only half angry about it.
KyuHyun tossed the pillow back. “See? It didn’t kill you!”
“Yet,” Yesung said, and then hesitated.
“What?” Ryeowook asked, but Yesung just shook his head.
“Thanks,” he said, instead of asking what he wanted.
He had no idea how to ask if they’d said something to Shiwon. Never mind trying to explain something he barely understood himself.