Super Junior; Kyuhyun-centric; Past and Present
Title: Past and Present
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: Kyuhyun centric, implied Yehsung/Kyuhyun/Ryeowook
Word count: 560
Rating: PG
Summary: Waking up now isn't like what it was back then.
A/N: Originally for Kyuhyun’s birthday. Reposting of a previous fic.
You wake up slowly - always have done, always will do, your eyelashes fluttering as the sunlight pushes its way past the skin that protects you and forces you to open them. You yawn, rubs your eyes, and then turn back over to get some more sleep, but Ryeowook is awake and smiling at you, widely, and Yehsung behind him is trying to look like he isn’t wanting to get back into bed, regardless of whether you are in it or not.
“It’s your birthday!” Ryeowook says happily.
Oh, you think. So it is.
It hurts. Everything, and that’s the only thing that matters to you right now, that everything hurts and someone should do something about that. It’s dark, too, too dark, as if the sun has been turned off. Your bed’s hard. Why would you be hurting anyway? There really is no reason for it and you want some painkillers.
You open your eyes. Even they hurt, because that light is fake and bright, artificial enough to cause a migraine. You certainly aren’t in your own room - everything is white and clean, and it smells of disinfectant. You’re in a hospital, and you have no idea why.
Ryeowook is asleep in a seat next to you, on two hard plastic chairs that won’t be comfortable. He’s curled up like a cat, breathing softly, with dark rings under his eyes and a furrow between his brows. He’s been worrying, you think, and you hope it’s not been about you.
Yehsung is stood up behind him against the wall. He’s awake. He knows that you’re awake. He looks at you, and you look at him, and then you ask, “Where am I?”
The answer’s obvious, and he knows that you know that it is, but still you look at him and hope beyond hope that sometime soon you remember what’s happened, because Yehsung looks lost and exhausted, and Yehsung is Yehsung, never looks like that.
He shakes Ryeowook awake - he wakes like you never do, alert instantly, eyes wide and fearful. “Is he awake yet?” He asks, and his voice holds a little thickness, and he hasn’t looked at you yet. He’s scared, terrified of the answer. Why, you ask yourself. Why can’t you remember? Yehsung motions to you and Ryeowook stares at you like you’re a ghost. Maybe you are. Maybe you’re invisible in the midst of all this white, transparent and clear and wholly not-there. Maybe you’ll never be all there again, always incomplete.
Your head hurts. You can hear screaming, but no one is talking. Screaming, loud and high. The screech of metal; the roar of air rushing past; the gargle of the blood in your lungs. Eeteuk screaming. Ryeowook crying. People yelling. Everything hurts. Ryeowook is hugging you suddenly, his arms around you tight and they pull you down to reality, where you’re crying, sobbing into his shoulder, and Ryeowook is shaking so hard that you can feel it, and Yehsung is saying softly, “you were in an accident.” But you know. You remember.
You sit up and rub at your eyes again. Ryeowook hugs you hard, and you hug him back; wrap your arms around him closely and smile at Yehsung, who smiles back and brings out a brightly wrapped parcel from behind his back.
“Happy birthday!” He says. Glad you were here, he doesn’t add.
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: Kyuhyun centric, implied Yehsung/Kyuhyun/Ryeowook
Word count: 560
Rating: PG
Summary: Waking up now isn't like what it was back then.
A/N: Originally for Kyuhyun’s birthday. Reposting of a previous fic.
You wake up slowly - always have done, always will do, your eyelashes fluttering as the sunlight pushes its way past the skin that protects you and forces you to open them. You yawn, rubs your eyes, and then turn back over to get some more sleep, but Ryeowook is awake and smiling at you, widely, and Yehsung behind him is trying to look like he isn’t wanting to get back into bed, regardless of whether you are in it or not.
“It’s your birthday!” Ryeowook says happily.
Oh, you think. So it is.
It hurts. Everything, and that’s the only thing that matters to you right now, that everything hurts and someone should do something about that. It’s dark, too, too dark, as if the sun has been turned off. Your bed’s hard. Why would you be hurting anyway? There really is no reason for it and you want some painkillers.
You open your eyes. Even they hurt, because that light is fake and bright, artificial enough to cause a migraine. You certainly aren’t in your own room - everything is white and clean, and it smells of disinfectant. You’re in a hospital, and you have no idea why.
Ryeowook is asleep in a seat next to you, on two hard plastic chairs that won’t be comfortable. He’s curled up like a cat, breathing softly, with dark rings under his eyes and a furrow between his brows. He’s been worrying, you think, and you hope it’s not been about you.
Yehsung is stood up behind him against the wall. He’s awake. He knows that you’re awake. He looks at you, and you look at him, and then you ask, “Where am I?”
The answer’s obvious, and he knows that you know that it is, but still you look at him and hope beyond hope that sometime soon you remember what’s happened, because Yehsung looks lost and exhausted, and Yehsung is Yehsung, never looks like that.
He shakes Ryeowook awake - he wakes like you never do, alert instantly, eyes wide and fearful. “Is he awake yet?” He asks, and his voice holds a little thickness, and he hasn’t looked at you yet. He’s scared, terrified of the answer. Why, you ask yourself. Why can’t you remember? Yehsung motions to you and Ryeowook stares at you like you’re a ghost. Maybe you are. Maybe you’re invisible in the midst of all this white, transparent and clear and wholly not-there. Maybe you’ll never be all there again, always incomplete.
Your head hurts. You can hear screaming, but no one is talking. Screaming, loud and high. The screech of metal; the roar of air rushing past; the gargle of the blood in your lungs. Eeteuk screaming. Ryeowook crying. People yelling. Everything hurts. Ryeowook is hugging you suddenly, his arms around you tight and they pull you down to reality, where you’re crying, sobbing into his shoulder, and Ryeowook is shaking so hard that you can feel it, and Yehsung is saying softly, “you were in an accident.” But you know. You remember.
You sit up and rub at your eyes again. Ryeowook hugs you hard, and you hug him back; wrap your arms around him closely and smile at Yehsung, who smiles back and brings out a brightly wrapped parcel from behind his back.
“Happy birthday!” He says. Glad you were here, he doesn’t add.