drabbling {Super Junior}
Just two. I was trying to get back into the swing of writing, because I was only doing some in bits and pieces over the weekend, whilst I was at a wedding~
Title: Right Love
Pairing: Hankyung/Siwon
Rating: g
Summary: (prompt) Admit something: Everyone you see, you say to them, “Love me.”
Note: inspired by a conversation i had with annie about SiHan, although i don't think i used everything we talked about, this is only a short piece. also used milkpoet to prompt this along because writing at 3-4am is sometimes better when prompted.
Right Love
Maybe the day starts off with a head held between two shaking hands. A face framed with fingers not too far from said face-they’re only an arm and shoulder-length away, really. Perhaps that’s where his day begins. Although it’s just partial dreading. What Hankyung never looks forward to is the part of the day where he starts dragging his feet because a migrane begins to settle just behind his eyes. Sometimes he’ll sneak a nap when no one’s really looking, or at least, he thinks no one is. Hopes.
They’re not supposed to see him when he’s weak, he’s their leader. They’ll run around (possibly naked or covered in war-paint) if he lets his weak side show, leaders shouldn’t have weaknesses.
But Hankyung does. Everyone does.
And it’s true that every time he turns to one of his group members, whether there’s an M attached or not, he hopes that they’ll just hold him and tell him they love him. He hopes, and hopes. A few seconds later, he’s rocking Henry back and forth to chase away the monsters that scream in his ears, or maybe he’s holding Ryeowook’s hand and patting away tears, or pulling Kyuhyun into his arms so he knows he’s loved, or maybe today Hyukjae needs someone to cling to. Hyung will always be there, they think, they know. Because as far as they know, hyung will always be there.
Love me, he thinks in Sungmin’s direction, in Kibum’s vague distant phone calls, in Heechul’s catty smiles and then suddenly Hankyung is telling Heechul he loves him instead. Funny how things end up backwards.
“Hyung.”
Hankyung decides not to sigh and looks up as pleasantly as he can, because it’s Siwon.
“Hyung, you look tired,” he sits down at Hankyung’s empty side.
“I do?”
“You do,” Siwon nods, his eyes reminding Hankyung of what puppies look like, only manlier. Sort of. It’s a weird miz, but it all comes out right with Siwon somehow. Siwon is right, because he doesn’t have to do much to bring up his hyung’s spirits, really, all he needs is an arm around the shoulders. This time beckons two arms around the back, a tight hug, and then, “Hyung, I love you.”
Exactly. Perfect. “I love you, too.” Thank you.
(inspiration: milkpoet)
Title: Vindicated
Pairing: Eunhyuk/Kyuhyun
Rating: pg-13
Summary: Illogical happenings as they happen, and Kyuhyun has a little epiphany.
Note: this is strange, it's something i pulled out of the sci-fi or fantasy part of my brain. so i'm giving it a sci-fi tag, lol.
Vindicated
It’s on the day Hyukjae bleeds blue that Kyuhyun realizes how he doesn’t want to lose him. Taken long enough, and it’s dumb of him. Yet it’s too late to worry over stupidity now, Kyuhyun has better things to worry about.
A small cut, centered along the inside of Hyukjae’s elbow, that’s where it is. The line gleams a little bit and Kyuhyun wants to know and doesn’t want to know how it’s gotten there in the first place. Details aren’t important when there’s something to fix. Then he processes the reality: this isn’t something he can fix, it’s illogical. Cho Kyuhyun is a logical person. Sapphire line, this goddamn sapphire line of blood is prodding Kyuhyun’s brain and why can’t anyone do something about this?
Or maybe they’ve caused this, maybe it’s the color at least. Kyuhyun drops the elbow, and Hyukjae bleeds just a tad more, a trail zipping down his forearm. “Shit,” Kyuhyun hisses. Hyukjae pats him gently, on the shoulder, and Kyuhyun looks up to see gums. And teeth. But mostly gums. Hyukjae acts like everything is okay, and he does it with a smile.
Kyuhyun doesn’t as why, because the words are glued into his throat, inside where they can’t reach the outside world. I can bandage myself, Hyukjae says, stop fussing-I’m the hyung here.
Hyung is stronger. He slips out of Kyuhyun’s grip. And maybe that’s just the way things are supposed to be all along.
(inspiration: Vindicated, Dashboard Confessional)
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i promise to get a move on with my requests after this!
i also had a kangin drabble in the works, but ;__; i couldn't seem to finish it. another time, perhaps.
Title: Right Love
Pairing: Hankyung/Siwon
Rating: g
Summary: (prompt) Admit something: Everyone you see, you say to them, “Love me.”
Note: inspired by a conversation i had with annie about SiHan, although i don't think i used everything we talked about, this is only a short piece. also used milkpoet to prompt this along because writing at 3-4am is sometimes better when prompted.
Right Love
Maybe the day starts off with a head held between two shaking hands. A face framed with fingers not too far from said face-they’re only an arm and shoulder-length away, really. Perhaps that’s where his day begins. Although it’s just partial dreading. What Hankyung never looks forward to is the part of the day where he starts dragging his feet because a migrane begins to settle just behind his eyes. Sometimes he’ll sneak a nap when no one’s really looking, or at least, he thinks no one is. Hopes.
They’re not supposed to see him when he’s weak, he’s their leader. They’ll run around (possibly naked or covered in war-paint) if he lets his weak side show, leaders shouldn’t have weaknesses.
But Hankyung does. Everyone does.
And it’s true that every time he turns to one of his group members, whether there’s an M attached or not, he hopes that they’ll just hold him and tell him they love him. He hopes, and hopes. A few seconds later, he’s rocking Henry back and forth to chase away the monsters that scream in his ears, or maybe he’s holding Ryeowook’s hand and patting away tears, or pulling Kyuhyun into his arms so he knows he’s loved, or maybe today Hyukjae needs someone to cling to. Hyung will always be there, they think, they know. Because as far as they know, hyung will always be there.
Love me, he thinks in Sungmin’s direction, in Kibum’s vague distant phone calls, in Heechul’s catty smiles and then suddenly Hankyung is telling Heechul he loves him instead. Funny how things end up backwards.
“Hyung.”
Hankyung decides not to sigh and looks up as pleasantly as he can, because it’s Siwon.
“Hyung, you look tired,” he sits down at Hankyung’s empty side.
“I do?”
“You do,” Siwon nods, his eyes reminding Hankyung of what puppies look like, only manlier. Sort of. It’s a weird miz, but it all comes out right with Siwon somehow. Siwon is right, because he doesn’t have to do much to bring up his hyung’s spirits, really, all he needs is an arm around the shoulders. This time beckons two arms around the back, a tight hug, and then, “Hyung, I love you.”
Exactly. Perfect. “I love you, too.” Thank you.
(inspiration: milkpoet)
Title: Vindicated
Pairing: Eunhyuk/Kyuhyun
Rating: pg-13
Summary: Illogical happenings as they happen, and Kyuhyun has a little epiphany.
Note: this is strange, it's something i pulled out of the sci-fi or fantasy part of my brain. so i'm giving it a sci-fi tag, lol.
Vindicated
It’s on the day Hyukjae bleeds blue that Kyuhyun realizes how he doesn’t want to lose him. Taken long enough, and it’s dumb of him. Yet it’s too late to worry over stupidity now, Kyuhyun has better things to worry about.
A small cut, centered along the inside of Hyukjae’s elbow, that’s where it is. The line gleams a little bit and Kyuhyun wants to know and doesn’t want to know how it’s gotten there in the first place. Details aren’t important when there’s something to fix. Then he processes the reality: this isn’t something he can fix, it’s illogical. Cho Kyuhyun is a logical person. Sapphire line, this goddamn sapphire line of blood is prodding Kyuhyun’s brain and why can’t anyone do something about this?
Or maybe they’ve caused this, maybe it’s the color at least. Kyuhyun drops the elbow, and Hyukjae bleeds just a tad more, a trail zipping down his forearm. “Shit,” Kyuhyun hisses. Hyukjae pats him gently, on the shoulder, and Kyuhyun looks up to see gums. And teeth. But mostly gums. Hyukjae acts like everything is okay, and he does it with a smile.
Kyuhyun doesn’t as why, because the words are glued into his throat, inside where they can’t reach the outside world. I can bandage myself, Hyukjae says, stop fussing-I’m the hyung here.
Hyung is stronger. He slips out of Kyuhyun’s grip. And maybe that’s just the way things are supposed to be all along.
(inspiration: Vindicated, Dashboard Confessional)
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i promise to get a move on with my requests after this!
i also had a kangin drabble in the works, but ;__; i couldn't seem to finish it. another time, perhaps.