Fic; Super Junior; Yehsung/Kyuhyun/Ryeowook
Title: Idiots: I think I might be one
Author: black_goose
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: Yehsung/Kyuhyun/Ryeowook
Word count: 2,365
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Yehsung isn't sure how many days he can put up with like this. Sequel to Dreaming Isn't Enough Anymore.
When Yehsung wakes up, it's because it's rather cold and his arm is beginning to tingle from pins and needles, because Ryeowook has been sleeping on it all night. He's rather cold because Ryeowook has since left the bed and is on the other side of the room, looking through his wardrobe. Yehsung isn't sure he wants to ask what he's doing, because some of the noises coming from where Ryeowook is sound scary.
"What are you doing?" He asks, and then prepares to forget all about it.
"I'm looking for your blue top,"” says Ryeowook distractedly, as he throws another single trainer behind him.
Yehsung props himself up on one elbow and covers his eyes with his other arm to ward off any Ryeowook induced headache. "Why?" He really, really wishes he hadn’t even bothered.
"Because it's new and nice and tight," answers Ryeowook, as if that makes perfect sense. Yehsung decides that it must make sense, in Ryeowook-speak, and leaves him to it.
Ryeowook shakes him awake half an hour later, and Yehsung just misses him this time when he throws out a hand to hit whoever it is who is hurting him. Damn, he thinks, and resolves to try harder next time.
"Get up," trills Ryeowook, looking far too awake and happy for someone who kept Yehsung awake half the night. "If you don't, you'll miss breakfast!" Yehsung notices that he's wearing Yehsung's new and nice and tight blue top, which explains it all really.
"I don't care," says Yehsung, flopping back down on the bed. "I'll just get something else later."
"Get up," says Ryeowook in a pleasant tone, leaning over Yehsung and glaring at him in way that suggests he would like nothing better than to castrate him. "Kyuhyun is coming home today and everything needs to be perfect."
Yehsung cares even less now, but he gets up and gets ready with Ryeowook breathing down his neck, into his second best shirt and follows Ryeowook obediently down to breakfast. He's there for less than five minutes before he runs off to another room.
Because if Yehsung was any less of a man, he might have been slightly disturbed by the sight of Ryeowook running around like a headless chicken and screeching. He may have been even more disturbed by the sight of Eeteuk doing something similar, Kangin yelling, and Siwon trying to calm everyone down before being hit over the head by Heechul and told to shut up.
As it is, he turns up the television and tries to ignore that he is surrounded by idiots.
Ryeowook runs past him again, 500 times and counting. Yehsung catches him by his arm and jerks him back. "Let go, Yehsung," Ryeowook says, without even looking at him. "I have to-"
"No. You don't." Yehsung says firmly. "It's a dorm full of boys; therefore it's going to be a mess. Kyuhyun isn't going to be bothered by it. You're all acting like lunatics." And then, as an after thought, he adds "Do we even own glass-cleaner?"
"Yes," says Ryeowook disgustedly, "it's in the cupboard along with the polish that you've never noticed either."
Yehsung lets go of him and turns back to the television, because there really is no talking to Ryeowook when he’s in efficient mode, and insulting to boot. Ryeowook glares at him and folds his arms. "Are you really just going to sit there all day and not even help?"
"Yes." Yehsung says. "If you're going out, shut the door. I don't want to listen to you all being stupid. And don't slam it," he adds, as Ryeowook slams it.
When Kyuhyun finally does arrive back from the hospital, Yehsung is still keeping up his vigil in front of the television, and he is glad that he is, because what he can hear is beginning to scare him. He can hear Ryeowook tittering and Kyuhyun laughing and it sounds like the entire band is there and it is likely to be loud and peppy and he’s getting a headache just thinking about it.
Luckily, by the time he is getting a headache from watching too much television, everyone seems to get bored of the situation. Hankyung goes off to the other dorm to make some dinner, Heechul hanging off his shoulders, Siwon following along behind him. Shindong invites himself along. Eeteuk and Kangin disappear somewhere (no one quite wants to know where). Kibum has been missing for an hour already. Eunhyuk and Sungmin go off to a dance practice and Donghae bounds along after them. Eventually, even Ryeowook leaves; he pushes Kyuhyun into the television room and gives strict orders to look after him. Yehsung ignores him, because he is annoyed at Ryeowook for making such a big fuss of Kyuhyun.
"Hey," says Kyuhyun softly. Yehsung ignores him, because he’s (irrationally) annoyed at Kyuhyun for making Ryeowook make such a big fuss over him (like it's his fault that he was hurt).
Kyuhyun crosses the room and sits down on the sofa next to him with a sigh of relief. After a couple of seconds, his hand finds Yehsung’s in the darkness of the room. Yehsung looks at him for the first time that day in the flickering light from the television, and is almost shocked, but only almost, because he understands the sentiment perfectly. Kyuhyun looks positively exhausted, slumped down in his chair with his eyes closed. "Hey." Yehsung says, squeezing Kyuhyun’s hand softly to get his attention. "You okay?"
Kyuhyun rolls his head to the side to look at him, and then laughs. "Yeah, I'm fine," he says. "I just forgot how intense they can all be."
Yehsung almost smiles at that, the corners of his lips tugging upwards before he frowns. "You can say that again," he says ominously, as the memory of Ryeowook running and screeching and flapping flashes into his mind.
"I guess-" Kyuhyun says in a quiet, unsure voice, "I...it's been a while since I've been up and about this long." He pauses and glances at Yehsung, looking even more unsure. "I wanted to be back though," he says, quickly and softly. "Back with everyone - and back with you and Ryeowook."
Yehsung begins to feel slightly guilty then, and he doesn't like it. It's not even as though Ryeowook is there to make him feel guilty. (He really likes you, you know, you should give him a chance). He turns down the volume until it is at a normal noise level, and he knows that he’s acting like a martyr and that's fucking fine with him. "You can go to sleep," he says, with his eyes not at all focused on the soap opera he had been pretending to watch. "If you want."
Kyuhyun nods and closes his eyes as he settles back into the chair. Or, at least, Yehsung presumes that is what he does, because he doesn't look at Kyuhyun until a few minutes later, when he feels it is safe to. Kyuhyun has gone from exhausted to tense; his shoulders are squared, his neck perfectly straight and a small frown line has appeared between his brows.
"I'm not going to attack you in your sleep," Yehsung mutters under his breath, I'm not Ryeowook. Kyuhyun opens one eye. "Here," Yehsung says and pulls Kyuhyun down by his arm so his head lay in Yehsung's lap.
Perhaps it was a moment of insanity, but something makes Yehsung brush his hand across Kyuhyun's fringe a second after his head lay down. Kyuhyun sighs softly and his shoulders relax slightly. Yehsung's hand remains frozen over Kyuhyun's head, unsure about what he had just done.
"I'm-" Yehsung feels a little stupid. Kyuhyun smiles, though his eyes remain closed. Yehsung brushes his fringe back to uncover Kyuhyun's face. "Your hair is too long," he says, as a sort of excuse. "You should really get it cut."
"Mmm," Kyuhyun mumbles softly. Yehsung runs his fingers through his hair again and Kyuhyun's breathing becomes slow and even as he falls asleep. Yehsung is now hit by an overwhelming sense of relief, because he is now under no guilt driven obligation to keep doing what he is currently doing, which is stroking Kyuhyun's hair with his hand. He glares at the offending appendage. It doesn't stop. Suddenly he is simply glad that there is no one around to see this. He could always threaten Kyuhyun later - Ryeowook still doesn't know who had eaten that last cookie, and Yehsung knows perfectly well.
It feels nice, he thinks, as he strokes the hair at the front of Kyuhyun's head, softly and soothingly. It's nice and calm and peaceful, and before long he switches the television off and sits in the darkness and runs his fingers through Kyuhyun's hair again and again. Kyuhyun is smiling in his sleep and that does something funny to Yehsung and he continues on.
Perhaps he fell asleep too, because suddenly there's clattering in the other room and before he can do anything (like push a certain someone's head from his lap), the door opens and he is momentarily blinded as a stream of light hits him square in the eyes. He blinks as two figures appear in the doorway. Maybe he'd seen this in a movie before - he was going to be killed in cold blood before he could see, and before Kyuhyun even woke up. It is Eeteuk and Kangin, and that is even worse than mass murderers.
"Oh shit," says Yehsung.
"Aw!" Eeteuk says with shiny eyes, as Kangin mimes throwing up behind him. "That's so cute!"
"Shut up," says Yehsung, putting as much venom as he can into a voice already full of embarrassment.
"What's cute?" Eunhyuk asks, from the front door when he is pulling off his shoes.
"Yehsung," Eeteuk tells him. "He's looking after Kyuhyun."
"You think?" Sungmin asks, peering around the door frame. Yehsung begins to feel as though his worse nightmare is coming true. "It looks more like he's after something to me."
"You really shouldn't, you know," says Eunhyuk disapprovingly. "Kyuhyun isn't very well."
Donghae looks slightly confused (or at least, more so than usual). "That never stopped Kangin," he points out. Everyone feel unwell then. Yehsung vows to get Donghae back for that. They don’t talk about That, after all.
Yehsung takes the lull as a chance to lean over and slam the door shut. The loud bang causes Kyuhyun to wake up - he sits up quickly, looking around him with wide eyes. There’s something akin to terror in them, and Yehsung is painfully aware of everything Kyuhyun has gone through (like it’s his fault that he was hurt). Then he takes a deep breath and the adrenaline rush seems to wear off - he yawns, slumps back into his seat and closes his eyes again.
"Hey," say Yehsung again softly, nudging Kyuhyun in the back. "It's late, you should probably actually go to bed." Kyuhyun agrees with a mumble under his breath and stands up. He sways, catches himself, and then crumples inwards. Yehsung darts up and forward and hooks him under the shoulders just before he hits the ground.
"Oops," says Kyuhyun, and closes his eyes again. Yehsung sighs. I pray, he thinks. I go to church and I've still got to put up with a shrieking harpy and a sleep drunk teenager.
He loops Kyuhyun's arm around his shoulder and hoists him up. Kyuhyun mutters something sleepily, but allows himself to be pulled forward, his feet dragging only slightly. There was a struggle with the door, which Yehsung resolves with an unsure elbow and a sore shoulder. Everyone stares as he staggers out and along to his room - Sungmin and Eeteuk give him knowing looks as he goes. Ryeowook, he knows, would have hit him for the violent thoughts he is having.
He puts Kyuhyun down on the bed, then pulls his legs up so he is lying down; Kyuhyun turns onto his side, seemingly asleep, and Yehsung turns to leave, the feeling of relief pushing down on him.
"Hyung," says Kyuhyun softly, voice shaking a little from tiredness and nervousness. "Can you stay - for just a little longer? It's easier to sleep."
Yehsung stops with his hand on the door handle. Is this, he asks himself, what made Ryeowook act like a love sick child - that voice that was the personification of puppy-dog eyes dripping out of a mouth. Maybe, then, he could get used to sharing Ryeowook, stop blaming Ryeowook and start blaming Kyuhyun for the way the relationship has plays out - because if he is perfectly honest, he thinks he's just fallen a little bit in love.
He makes his way over to the bed, lies down on it tentatively. Kyuhyun rolls over and pushes his head into his shoulder, his breath hot there like Ryeowook's was those few hours ago, but infinitely different. Unable to stop himself he kisses Kyuhyun on the temple and Kyuhyun laughs, an almost giggle springing up, muffled in the skin near Yehsung’s neck. "I’m so glad to be back, hyung," he says, and his hand slips down to place itself around Yehsung's waist. Yehsung pulls him closer, holds him like he’s the anchor in the sea of whatever it is he's feeling. Ryeowook's fault, Kyuhyun's fault, my fault. He thinks Kyuhyun is already asleep.
He wakes up when the light coming through the open curtains becomes far too annoying to ignore. At some point in the night, Ryeowook has come home and crawled into bed beside them - he is pressed up against Yehsung's side, Kyuhyun sprawled across his chest. He sighs in an almost annoyed way; he is not a teddy bear, after all. He shifts Kyuhyun gently onto his back and then kisses Ryeowook until he is almost awake, before shoving him away from him onto the floor with a loud thump. He's out of the room before Ryeowook even knows what has happened.
Maybe he can get used to the new hierarchy in their relationship, he thinks as a laughing Kyuhyun works his magic on an angry, yelling Ryeowook. He doesn't think Ryeowook will, though.
Author: black_goose
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: Yehsung/Kyuhyun/Ryeowook
Word count: 2,365
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Yehsung isn't sure how many days he can put up with like this. Sequel to Dreaming Isn't Enough Anymore.
When Yehsung wakes up, it's because it's rather cold and his arm is beginning to tingle from pins and needles, because Ryeowook has been sleeping on it all night. He's rather cold because Ryeowook has since left the bed and is on the other side of the room, looking through his wardrobe. Yehsung isn't sure he wants to ask what he's doing, because some of the noises coming from where Ryeowook is sound scary.
"What are you doing?" He asks, and then prepares to forget all about it.
"I'm looking for your blue top,"” says Ryeowook distractedly, as he throws another single trainer behind him.
Yehsung props himself up on one elbow and covers his eyes with his other arm to ward off any Ryeowook induced headache. "Why?" He really, really wishes he hadn’t even bothered.
"Because it's new and nice and tight," answers Ryeowook, as if that makes perfect sense. Yehsung decides that it must make sense, in Ryeowook-speak, and leaves him to it.
Ryeowook shakes him awake half an hour later, and Yehsung just misses him this time when he throws out a hand to hit whoever it is who is hurting him. Damn, he thinks, and resolves to try harder next time.
"Get up," trills Ryeowook, looking far too awake and happy for someone who kept Yehsung awake half the night. "If you don't, you'll miss breakfast!" Yehsung notices that he's wearing Yehsung's new and nice and tight blue top, which explains it all really.
"I don't care," says Yehsung, flopping back down on the bed. "I'll just get something else later."
"Get up," says Ryeowook in a pleasant tone, leaning over Yehsung and glaring at him in way that suggests he would like nothing better than to castrate him. "Kyuhyun is coming home today and everything needs to be perfect."
Yehsung cares even less now, but he gets up and gets ready with Ryeowook breathing down his neck, into his second best shirt and follows Ryeowook obediently down to breakfast. He's there for less than five minutes before he runs off to another room.
Because if Yehsung was any less of a man, he might have been slightly disturbed by the sight of Ryeowook running around like a headless chicken and screeching. He may have been even more disturbed by the sight of Eeteuk doing something similar, Kangin yelling, and Siwon trying to calm everyone down before being hit over the head by Heechul and told to shut up.
As it is, he turns up the television and tries to ignore that he is surrounded by idiots.
Ryeowook runs past him again, 500 times and counting. Yehsung catches him by his arm and jerks him back. "Let go, Yehsung," Ryeowook says, without even looking at him. "I have to-"
"No. You don't." Yehsung says firmly. "It's a dorm full of boys; therefore it's going to be a mess. Kyuhyun isn't going to be bothered by it. You're all acting like lunatics." And then, as an after thought, he adds "Do we even own glass-cleaner?"
"Yes," says Ryeowook disgustedly, "it's in the cupboard along with the polish that you've never noticed either."
Yehsung lets go of him and turns back to the television, because there really is no talking to Ryeowook when he’s in efficient mode, and insulting to boot. Ryeowook glares at him and folds his arms. "Are you really just going to sit there all day and not even help?"
"Yes." Yehsung says. "If you're going out, shut the door. I don't want to listen to you all being stupid. And don't slam it," he adds, as Ryeowook slams it.
When Kyuhyun finally does arrive back from the hospital, Yehsung is still keeping up his vigil in front of the television, and he is glad that he is, because what he can hear is beginning to scare him. He can hear Ryeowook tittering and Kyuhyun laughing and it sounds like the entire band is there and it is likely to be loud and peppy and he’s getting a headache just thinking about it.
Luckily, by the time he is getting a headache from watching too much television, everyone seems to get bored of the situation. Hankyung goes off to the other dorm to make some dinner, Heechul hanging off his shoulders, Siwon following along behind him. Shindong invites himself along. Eeteuk and Kangin disappear somewhere (no one quite wants to know where). Kibum has been missing for an hour already. Eunhyuk and Sungmin go off to a dance practice and Donghae bounds along after them. Eventually, even Ryeowook leaves; he pushes Kyuhyun into the television room and gives strict orders to look after him. Yehsung ignores him, because he is annoyed at Ryeowook for making such a big fuss of Kyuhyun.
"Hey," says Kyuhyun softly. Yehsung ignores him, because he’s (irrationally) annoyed at Kyuhyun for making Ryeowook make such a big fuss over him (like it's his fault that he was hurt).
Kyuhyun crosses the room and sits down on the sofa next to him with a sigh of relief. After a couple of seconds, his hand finds Yehsung’s in the darkness of the room. Yehsung looks at him for the first time that day in the flickering light from the television, and is almost shocked, but only almost, because he understands the sentiment perfectly. Kyuhyun looks positively exhausted, slumped down in his chair with his eyes closed. "Hey." Yehsung says, squeezing Kyuhyun’s hand softly to get his attention. "You okay?"
Kyuhyun rolls his head to the side to look at him, and then laughs. "Yeah, I'm fine," he says. "I just forgot how intense they can all be."
Yehsung almost smiles at that, the corners of his lips tugging upwards before he frowns. "You can say that again," he says ominously, as the memory of Ryeowook running and screeching and flapping flashes into his mind.
"I guess-" Kyuhyun says in a quiet, unsure voice, "I...it's been a while since I've been up and about this long." He pauses and glances at Yehsung, looking even more unsure. "I wanted to be back though," he says, quickly and softly. "Back with everyone - and back with you and Ryeowook."
Yehsung begins to feel slightly guilty then, and he doesn't like it. It's not even as though Ryeowook is there to make him feel guilty. (He really likes you, you know, you should give him a chance). He turns down the volume until it is at a normal noise level, and he knows that he’s acting like a martyr and that's fucking fine with him. "You can go to sleep," he says, with his eyes not at all focused on the soap opera he had been pretending to watch. "If you want."
Kyuhyun nods and closes his eyes as he settles back into the chair. Or, at least, Yehsung presumes that is what he does, because he doesn't look at Kyuhyun until a few minutes later, when he feels it is safe to. Kyuhyun has gone from exhausted to tense; his shoulders are squared, his neck perfectly straight and a small frown line has appeared between his brows.
"I'm not going to attack you in your sleep," Yehsung mutters under his breath, I'm not Ryeowook. Kyuhyun opens one eye. "Here," Yehsung says and pulls Kyuhyun down by his arm so his head lay in Yehsung's lap.
Perhaps it was a moment of insanity, but something makes Yehsung brush his hand across Kyuhyun's fringe a second after his head lay down. Kyuhyun sighs softly and his shoulders relax slightly. Yehsung's hand remains frozen over Kyuhyun's head, unsure about what he had just done.
"I'm-" Yehsung feels a little stupid. Kyuhyun smiles, though his eyes remain closed. Yehsung brushes his fringe back to uncover Kyuhyun's face. "Your hair is too long," he says, as a sort of excuse. "You should really get it cut."
"Mmm," Kyuhyun mumbles softly. Yehsung runs his fingers through his hair again and Kyuhyun's breathing becomes slow and even as he falls asleep. Yehsung is now hit by an overwhelming sense of relief, because he is now under no guilt driven obligation to keep doing what he is currently doing, which is stroking Kyuhyun's hair with his hand. He glares at the offending appendage. It doesn't stop. Suddenly he is simply glad that there is no one around to see this. He could always threaten Kyuhyun later - Ryeowook still doesn't know who had eaten that last cookie, and Yehsung knows perfectly well.
It feels nice, he thinks, as he strokes the hair at the front of Kyuhyun's head, softly and soothingly. It's nice and calm and peaceful, and before long he switches the television off and sits in the darkness and runs his fingers through Kyuhyun's hair again and again. Kyuhyun is smiling in his sleep and that does something funny to Yehsung and he continues on.
Perhaps he fell asleep too, because suddenly there's clattering in the other room and before he can do anything (like push a certain someone's head from his lap), the door opens and he is momentarily blinded as a stream of light hits him square in the eyes. He blinks as two figures appear in the doorway. Maybe he'd seen this in a movie before - he was going to be killed in cold blood before he could see, and before Kyuhyun even woke up. It is Eeteuk and Kangin, and that is even worse than mass murderers.
"Oh shit," says Yehsung.
"Aw!" Eeteuk says with shiny eyes, as Kangin mimes throwing up behind him. "That's so cute!"
"Shut up," says Yehsung, putting as much venom as he can into a voice already full of embarrassment.
"What's cute?" Eunhyuk asks, from the front door when he is pulling off his shoes.
"Yehsung," Eeteuk tells him. "He's looking after Kyuhyun."
"You think?" Sungmin asks, peering around the door frame. Yehsung begins to feel as though his worse nightmare is coming true. "It looks more like he's after something to me."
"You really shouldn't, you know," says Eunhyuk disapprovingly. "Kyuhyun isn't very well."
Donghae looks slightly confused (or at least, more so than usual). "That never stopped Kangin," he points out. Everyone feel unwell then. Yehsung vows to get Donghae back for that. They don’t talk about That, after all.
Yehsung takes the lull as a chance to lean over and slam the door shut. The loud bang causes Kyuhyun to wake up - he sits up quickly, looking around him with wide eyes. There’s something akin to terror in them, and Yehsung is painfully aware of everything Kyuhyun has gone through (like it’s his fault that he was hurt). Then he takes a deep breath and the adrenaline rush seems to wear off - he yawns, slumps back into his seat and closes his eyes again.
"Hey," say Yehsung again softly, nudging Kyuhyun in the back. "It's late, you should probably actually go to bed." Kyuhyun agrees with a mumble under his breath and stands up. He sways, catches himself, and then crumples inwards. Yehsung darts up and forward and hooks him under the shoulders just before he hits the ground.
"Oops," says Kyuhyun, and closes his eyes again. Yehsung sighs. I pray, he thinks. I go to church and I've still got to put up with a shrieking harpy and a sleep drunk teenager.
He loops Kyuhyun's arm around his shoulder and hoists him up. Kyuhyun mutters something sleepily, but allows himself to be pulled forward, his feet dragging only slightly. There was a struggle with the door, which Yehsung resolves with an unsure elbow and a sore shoulder. Everyone stares as he staggers out and along to his room - Sungmin and Eeteuk give him knowing looks as he goes. Ryeowook, he knows, would have hit him for the violent thoughts he is having.
He puts Kyuhyun down on the bed, then pulls his legs up so he is lying down; Kyuhyun turns onto his side, seemingly asleep, and Yehsung turns to leave, the feeling of relief pushing down on him.
"Hyung," says Kyuhyun softly, voice shaking a little from tiredness and nervousness. "Can you stay - for just a little longer? It's easier to sleep."
Yehsung stops with his hand on the door handle. Is this, he asks himself, what made Ryeowook act like a love sick child - that voice that was the personification of puppy-dog eyes dripping out of a mouth. Maybe, then, he could get used to sharing Ryeowook, stop blaming Ryeowook and start blaming Kyuhyun for the way the relationship has plays out - because if he is perfectly honest, he thinks he's just fallen a little bit in love.
He makes his way over to the bed, lies down on it tentatively. Kyuhyun rolls over and pushes his head into his shoulder, his breath hot there like Ryeowook's was those few hours ago, but infinitely different. Unable to stop himself he kisses Kyuhyun on the temple and Kyuhyun laughs, an almost giggle springing up, muffled in the skin near Yehsung’s neck. "I’m so glad to be back, hyung," he says, and his hand slips down to place itself around Yehsung's waist. Yehsung pulls him closer, holds him like he’s the anchor in the sea of whatever it is he's feeling. Ryeowook's fault, Kyuhyun's fault, my fault. He thinks Kyuhyun is already asleep.
He wakes up when the light coming through the open curtains becomes far too annoying to ignore. At some point in the night, Ryeowook has come home and crawled into bed beside them - he is pressed up against Yehsung's side, Kyuhyun sprawled across his chest. He sighs in an almost annoyed way; he is not a teddy bear, after all. He shifts Kyuhyun gently onto his back and then kisses Ryeowook until he is almost awake, before shoving him away from him onto the floor with a loud thump. He's out of the room before Ryeowook even knows what has happened.
Maybe he can get used to the new hierarchy in their relationship, he thinks as a laughing Kyuhyun works his magic on an angry, yelling Ryeowook. He doesn't think Ryeowook will, though.