a peculiar variation; [kyuhyun-centric; donghae/kyuhyun]

[hyungdeul]

a peculiar variation
kyuhyun-centric, donghae/kyuhyun; pg-13
2,058 words
Summary: Kyuhyun is coming back tomorrow. a.k.a kyu suffers from anterograde amnesia a.k.a he cannot make new memories a.k.a he's stuck on a single day forever. For naegative and pinkweather. ♥

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[tees2mai]

-v.
The day before he comes back, Donghae drives all the way from the dormitory to bring him a present. It's a plain blue ruled logbook, the kind accountants used. Since it's Donghae, he expects the inside to be filled with half-finished hearts and scribbles and daydreams, but there's none, and he's bewildered.

Donghae is in winter gear, blurry-eyed, smile small and well-worn around the edges of his mouth. The clothes and the smile don't fit him.

"This is for everytime I come visit." Donghae's gloved hands shove the logbook into the small opening on his desk.

He laughs. "You're so silly, hyung."

Donghae's smile widens a little, but it's still not the same. He's suddenly seized with fear from the thought of alien body snatchers Donghae's always going on about being real. "Better to be silly than to be forgotten," he says, kicking off his boots.

A few minutes pass and Donghae's straddling him as he struggles to avoid tickling, roaming hands. When it's all over and they lie side by side, Donghae's coat halfway undone, he presses his face to Donghae's chest and listens to his heart beat. Between them, he thinks, they'll find the answers to everything.

"How can I forget you," he says, and it's not a question.

vi.
The day before he comes back, Donghae comes to visit. He's mildly shocked to see the other man moving about with familiar ease in his room.

"It's like you've been here everyday," he remarks with a teasing half-smirk.

Donghae tongues the inside of his cheek. He says, "Maybe," while he's fishing around on his desk cabinet for something. When he finds his prize, he waves it proudly in front of him.

He frowns. "When did that get there? What is that?"

Donghae waves him off with a vague gesture and procures a pen out of nowhere, scratching who knows what on one of the middle pages. He goes back and pores over the first few pages for a while, flipping and skimming and turning back and forth. When he's done, he signs off with a flourish and tucks the logbook away in the cabinet.

Before he sleeps, he takes a look inside the logbook.

Chicken scratch writing litters the pages in crooked lines. June 19th - Donghae was here. August 3rd - Donghae was here. September 15th - Donghae was here.

Donghae has only been in his room today.

-x.
The day before he comes back, he reads some of the astronomy books on his desk. They're yellowed and torn, and he wonders who had the gall to leave him with ancient books. Lines are highlighted in variant shades of faded green and yellow, and there are pale pastel tabs curling pathetically out from the edges. He reads the dull grey passages for an hour, soaks up the new information (oh, so Pluto isn't a planet now?) until his fingers are itching to smash itself furiously on his keyboard.

When he goes to his desk, he finds a logbook underneath the mouse pad. It's condition is almost as bad, if not worse, than his books. Dust comes tumbling out when he opens; he coughs, raw and hoarse, and fans the air. It's filled up to the very last page, all in Donghae's recognizable chicken scratch handwriting.

The cover after the last page is soaked and and he can't read it well; he has to squint his eyes and lean forward. It's small and squiggly with dry ink running at the letters' ends but it's still Donghae.

Don't forget me.

He smiles even if it hurts his jaw to do so. "You're so silly, hyung," he murmurs.

Tomorrow will be a good day. He's going to see everyone again; they will be standing in a jagged line at the doorway with huge, stupid smiles on their faces. Heechul will pay up on that bet. Ryeowook will greet him with an apologetic embrace and Sungmin will be there to ruffle his hair in that annoying, familiar way. They will dance like lunatics around him as he watches from the couch and doubles over with laughter. Donghae will be right there next to him, arms around his neck, and he'll nestle back into the frame of his ribs when the laughter has died a natural death and everyone's asleep.

Home is tedious and boring.

He can't wait to be back.

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its so brilliant

and... i cried

its so beautifully tragic

and... i loved it

my hearts all

[hyungdeul]

D: don't crryyy!

but thank you all the same! T_T ♥