100 Fic Challenge: 077. Pass Sungmin/Ryeowook
One for the challenge!
I've never written this pairing before so I hope it doesn't go off kilter in OOC-ness.
077. Pass, Sungmin/Ryeowook
Rating: PG-13 at the most
Archive can be found here
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue
Beta and requester of said pairing ;D : gay_lovecompany
Kim Ryeowook had died a very long time ago.
He died the way he had lived; quiet, unassuming and peaceful.
Ryeowook had always been a shy guy.
‘Painfully shy’ was the word his aunt would cluck at him as he sat in the corner by himself while his cousins ran amok around him.
‘Painfully shy’ was the word his aunt would cluck at him when she went to pick him up from kindergarten school.
He had sat by himself at the desk, clutching the bottom of his bright yellow school shirt in his little chubby fist. He had waited for his aunt to pick him up was trying very hard not to cry when he thought she might not.
Ryeowook was a chubby kid. His body was fueled by a lovely and lonely grandmother who always thought her beloved grandchild’s portions were too small.
Lee Sungmin was like that too.
Like Ryeowook, his small body was filled with the rounded pleasantries and pastries of childhood.
But wherein Ryeowook’s small voice was barely audible even in a room with two people, Sungmin’s voice boomed over a room filled with twenty people.
Sungmin was a bad kid but when combined with his particular looks, adults would often laugh and pass it off as childhood mischief. The adults would later recall to each other the similar stories of wildness and recklessness of when they were younger so Sungmin’s parents need not fret, this particular behavior would right itself when he got older.
They referred to Sungmin as being ‘unbearably cute’ and so it was that this unbearably cute child approached shy, timid Ryeowook one day and declared they were best friends.
How could Ryeowook rightly refuse this demand of friendship when Sungmin had promised adventures and sandwiches as part of the best friend deal?
And so it came to be, that Kim Ryeowook and Lee Sungmin became the best of friends.
Sungmin didn’t actually want to be a bad kid really, it was just that he was sick and tired of having his cheeks pinched relentlessly and having people over coddle him.
It was suffocating.
So Sungmin acted out in strange ways. He did stunts from jumping off the classroom table to jumping off the roof of his own house when he realized out he could, and the adults just laughed it off as childhood immortality.
Whatever it was, from setting fire to things, to breaking things of glass, Sungmin did it all.
And even if Ryeowook stood at his side and told Sungmin in that soft whisper of a voice he had never learned to shed over the years, that it was dangerous and that Sungmin really, really, really shouldn’t be doing it, well, Sungmin did it anyway.
When Sungmin got older, he learned how to make his overburden cuteness work more in his favor.
One day during lunch and after convincing a horribly smitten sunbaenim that telling on him for smoking wasn’t a good idea after all, Sungmin leaned back against the tree that Ryeowook had already stalked out.
Without even look up, Ryeowook silently handed Sungmin his half of the sandwich.
‘Do you think life is really worth living for, Wookie?’ Sungmin asked while chewing on his sandwich.
Ryeowook might have been Sungmin’s best friend all those years ago when Sungmin asked, no, commanded him to be, but he really became Sungmin’s best friend after one particular incident.
On a day marked no different from any other, Sungmin had taken him and shook him hard by the shoulders and told him with such ferocity, that Ryeowook was just fine the way he was.
You see, what had happened was that earlier that year, someone told Ryeowook that he was fat and that was why nobody liked him.
Ryeowook had then subsequently started starving himself, refusing his half of the sandwiches and politely refusing his dinner when his harried overworked mother served it.
Sungmin thought nothing of it until the third week in a row Ryeowook had refused his half of the sandwiches.
Sungmin had scorned him, turning that nose that so many noonas liked to pinch in the air and said, ‘Fine. If my food offends you so much, you can eat by yourself Kim Ryeowook.’
Ryeowook had then grabbed Sungmin’s arm, his other hand tangled into the bottom helm of his own school shirt, another habit he had yet to learn to unbreak, even after all these years and said, ‘Please, please don’t leave.’
He tried very hard not to cry, really he did, but if Sungmin left then nobody would like him. It wasn’t his fault he was fat, he was trying hard, so very hard to lose it, but the fat wasn’t going anywhere.
And the very next day, after Sungmin outtalked, though the word he used was ‘outcute-ed’ his way out of a possible suspension after he beat up the boy who even dared to suggest Ryeowook was even remotely fat, he had shook Ryeowook hard and told him he was fine, just the way he was.
Ryeowook smiled tearfully, and offered Sungmin his usual half of the sandwich.
Things changed, but at the same time didn’t change after that.
Ryeowook had hit his growth spurt suddenly, and the fat that he had always been teased for melted away to reveal a face with fine delicate cheekbones and the still softhearted boy underneath that.
Part of the reason for his weight loss, minus the sudden growth spurt, might have been in part, due to Sungmin.
After that particular episode with the bully who picked on Ryeowook, for no bully picked on Sungmin, who was a notorious fighter, Sungmin suddenly became highly focused on figuring out what was good or not good to eat.
He would patrol the supermarket aisles and read each label carefully and concisely with intense concentration while Ryeowook brought along the small supermarket basket. Sungmin would then tell him which calories were the good and what was the best type of food they could get with 300 won.
Sungmin also calmed down a little as well.
He found out that even though he didn’t care what happened to him, a glance or a side look from a certain someone else would rather starve than loose his friendship made his change his mind about possibly setting fire to the neighborhood cat.
But today, today Sungmin just took a bite of sandwich and waited for Ryeowook’s answer.
‘I don’t know hyung,’ Ryeowook replied, his voice still soft, but this time instead of the taunting laughter he usually got from his classmates about it, Ryeowook got his locker stuffed with lover letters instead.
Sungmin got those letters too of course, but he was never interested in dating girls his age anyway and would just shrug them off and throw them out.
‘I don’t know hyung,’ Ryeowook repeated. ‘But if we don’t live it, how will we know?’
And with that utterance, their days continued to pass by in this manner, contemplative, peaceful and complete.
Then one day, Sungmin got a call.
He had been in class, and when his cell phone had gone off, he smiled his apologies to the teacher and stepped outside to answer it.
The caller id had said ‘Wookie’ and had a smiley face to go with it.
Sungmin had answered it, ready to yell, but not really yell at Ryeowook for calling him out of class. What, did Ryeowook think that just because he was lazing about at home recovering, that he could call Sungmin, who had to attend school studiously so that he could explain to Ryeowook what they learned? Did he think that Sungmin liked doing this, just so they could both end up in the same prestigious school next year?
Sungmin had the beginning of his mock tirade all set up in his head but before he could even open his mouth, Ryeowook mother’s voice came out on the other end, a voice trembling to hold back tears as she told him, ‘Sungmin, come back. Something has happened.’
Sungmin didn’t even notice his expensive cell phone that he and Ryewook had ooh-ed and ahh-ed over in the store falling to the floor and breaking in two.
No, Sungmin was already too busy running.
Sungmin had known for a very long time, maybe he had always known that Ryeowook was sick.
Maybe that’s why he was so mad at that bully all those years ago, for even uttering that maybe Ryeowook wasn’t as physically fine as he was.
That was part of the reason why Ryeowook had always been so quiet and shy. He didn’t want others to know he was sick and worry themselves over him. Or find out he was sick and not want to be his friend. But then, he got Sungmin, so everything was okay.
After all, Sungmin had said he was fine the way he was, so wouldn’t he be?
When Sungmin got to Ryeowook’s house, his sneakered feet burning a pathway to Ryeowook’s room, the doctor had closed the door behind him and said, ‘Sorry son. You’re too late. But at least he didn’t suffer.’
Sungmin yelled. He said the doctor was a fucking liar and they he didn’t know anything about how much Ryeowook had suffered.
But Sungmin knew.
He had snuck out of his house yesterday night, wanting to see how Ryeowook was doing.
It was a good thing Ryeowook’s room was right next to a big tree, Sungmin had commented when he climbed into Ryeowook’s room through the window that night.
Ryeowook had smiled as if though he was expecting Sungmin all along, and told Sungmin to sit in the chair by his bed.
Sungmin had held onto Ryeowook’s hand that night when the pain was unbearable and when Ryeowook’s tears were tinged with pain.
He had talked to Ryeowook up until morning when he had to leave for school because Ryeowook had laughed and said he didn’t want the both of them failing out.
Sungmin laughed too, and said even if teachers failed Ryeowook, Sungmin would get him into that school they always talked about, so Ryeowook shouldn’t worry and just get better.
Sungmin had then put his jacket on and told Ryeowook not to be a big pig and wait for Sungmin to come back for lunch so they could eat their half of their sandwiches together.
Ryeowook had laughed and promised he wouldn’t.
Kim Ryeowook had died a long time ago.
And for everyday that passes, Lee Sungmin divides his sandwich in half and waits for the day when he can see his best friend again.
I've never written this pairing before so I hope it doesn't go off kilter in OOC-ness.
077. Pass, Sungmin/Ryeowook
Rating: PG-13 at the most
Archive can be found here
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue
Beta and requester of said pairing ;D : gay_lovecompany
Kim Ryeowook had died a very long time ago.
He died the way he had lived; quiet, unassuming and peaceful.
Ryeowook had always been a shy guy.
‘Painfully shy’ was the word his aunt would cluck at him as he sat in the corner by himself while his cousins ran amok around him.
‘Painfully shy’ was the word his aunt would cluck at him when she went to pick him up from kindergarten school.
He had sat by himself at the desk, clutching the bottom of his bright yellow school shirt in his little chubby fist. He had waited for his aunt to pick him up was trying very hard not to cry when he thought she might not.
Ryeowook was a chubby kid. His body was fueled by a lovely and lonely grandmother who always thought her beloved grandchild’s portions were too small.
Lee Sungmin was like that too.
Like Ryeowook, his small body was filled with the rounded pleasantries and pastries of childhood.
But wherein Ryeowook’s small voice was barely audible even in a room with two people, Sungmin’s voice boomed over a room filled with twenty people.
Sungmin was a bad kid but when combined with his particular looks, adults would often laugh and pass it off as childhood mischief. The adults would later recall to each other the similar stories of wildness and recklessness of when they were younger so Sungmin’s parents need not fret, this particular behavior would right itself when he got older.
They referred to Sungmin as being ‘unbearably cute’ and so it was that this unbearably cute child approached shy, timid Ryeowook one day and declared they were best friends.
How could Ryeowook rightly refuse this demand of friendship when Sungmin had promised adventures and sandwiches as part of the best friend deal?
And so it came to be, that Kim Ryeowook and Lee Sungmin became the best of friends.
Sungmin didn’t actually want to be a bad kid really, it was just that he was sick and tired of having his cheeks pinched relentlessly and having people over coddle him.
It was suffocating.
So Sungmin acted out in strange ways. He did stunts from jumping off the classroom table to jumping off the roof of his own house when he realized out he could, and the adults just laughed it off as childhood immortality.
Whatever it was, from setting fire to things, to breaking things of glass, Sungmin did it all.
And even if Ryeowook stood at his side and told Sungmin in that soft whisper of a voice he had never learned to shed over the years, that it was dangerous and that Sungmin really, really, really shouldn’t be doing it, well, Sungmin did it anyway.
When Sungmin got older, he learned how to make his overburden cuteness work more in his favor.
One day during lunch and after convincing a horribly smitten sunbaenim that telling on him for smoking wasn’t a good idea after all, Sungmin leaned back against the tree that Ryeowook had already stalked out.
Without even look up, Ryeowook silently handed Sungmin his half of the sandwich.
‘Do you think life is really worth living for, Wookie?’ Sungmin asked while chewing on his sandwich.
Ryeowook might have been Sungmin’s best friend all those years ago when Sungmin asked, no, commanded him to be, but he really became Sungmin’s best friend after one particular incident.
On a day marked no different from any other, Sungmin had taken him and shook him hard by the shoulders and told him with such ferocity, that Ryeowook was just fine the way he was.
You see, what had happened was that earlier that year, someone told Ryeowook that he was fat and that was why nobody liked him.
Ryeowook had then subsequently started starving himself, refusing his half of the sandwiches and politely refusing his dinner when his harried overworked mother served it.
Sungmin thought nothing of it until the third week in a row Ryeowook had refused his half of the sandwiches.
Sungmin had scorned him, turning that nose that so many noonas liked to pinch in the air and said, ‘Fine. If my food offends you so much, you can eat by yourself Kim Ryeowook.’
Ryeowook had then grabbed Sungmin’s arm, his other hand tangled into the bottom helm of his own school shirt, another habit he had yet to learn to unbreak, even after all these years and said, ‘Please, please don’t leave.’
He tried very hard not to cry, really he did, but if Sungmin left then nobody would like him. It wasn’t his fault he was fat, he was trying hard, so very hard to lose it, but the fat wasn’t going anywhere.
And the very next day, after Sungmin outtalked, though the word he used was ‘outcute-ed’ his way out of a possible suspension after he beat up the boy who even dared to suggest Ryeowook was even remotely fat, he had shook Ryeowook hard and told him he was fine, just the way he was.
Ryeowook smiled tearfully, and offered Sungmin his usual half of the sandwich.
Things changed, but at the same time didn’t change after that.
Ryeowook had hit his growth spurt suddenly, and the fat that he had always been teased for melted away to reveal a face with fine delicate cheekbones and the still softhearted boy underneath that.
Part of the reason for his weight loss, minus the sudden growth spurt, might have been in part, due to Sungmin.
After that particular episode with the bully who picked on Ryeowook, for no bully picked on Sungmin, who was a notorious fighter, Sungmin suddenly became highly focused on figuring out what was good or not good to eat.
He would patrol the supermarket aisles and read each label carefully and concisely with intense concentration while Ryeowook brought along the small supermarket basket. Sungmin would then tell him which calories were the good and what was the best type of food they could get with 300 won.
Sungmin also calmed down a little as well.
He found out that even though he didn’t care what happened to him, a glance or a side look from a certain someone else would rather starve than loose his friendship made his change his mind about possibly setting fire to the neighborhood cat.
But today, today Sungmin just took a bite of sandwich and waited for Ryeowook’s answer.
‘I don’t know hyung,’ Ryeowook replied, his voice still soft, but this time instead of the taunting laughter he usually got from his classmates about it, Ryeowook got his locker stuffed with lover letters instead.
Sungmin got those letters too of course, but he was never interested in dating girls his age anyway and would just shrug them off and throw them out.
‘I don’t know hyung,’ Ryeowook repeated. ‘But if we don’t live it, how will we know?’
And with that utterance, their days continued to pass by in this manner, contemplative, peaceful and complete.
Then one day, Sungmin got a call.
He had been in class, and when his cell phone had gone off, he smiled his apologies to the teacher and stepped outside to answer it.
The caller id had said ‘Wookie’ and had a smiley face to go with it.
Sungmin had answered it, ready to yell, but not really yell at Ryeowook for calling him out of class. What, did Ryeowook think that just because he was lazing about at home recovering, that he could call Sungmin, who had to attend school studiously so that he could explain to Ryeowook what they learned? Did he think that Sungmin liked doing this, just so they could both end up in the same prestigious school next year?
Sungmin had the beginning of his mock tirade all set up in his head but before he could even open his mouth, Ryeowook mother’s voice came out on the other end, a voice trembling to hold back tears as she told him, ‘Sungmin, come back. Something has happened.’
Sungmin didn’t even notice his expensive cell phone that he and Ryewook had ooh-ed and ahh-ed over in the store falling to the floor and breaking in two.
No, Sungmin was already too busy running.
Sungmin had known for a very long time, maybe he had always known that Ryeowook was sick.
Maybe that’s why he was so mad at that bully all those years ago, for even uttering that maybe Ryeowook wasn’t as physically fine as he was.
That was part of the reason why Ryeowook had always been so quiet and shy. He didn’t want others to know he was sick and worry themselves over him. Or find out he was sick and not want to be his friend. But then, he got Sungmin, so everything was okay.
After all, Sungmin had said he was fine the way he was, so wouldn’t he be?
When Sungmin got to Ryeowook’s house, his sneakered feet burning a pathway to Ryeowook’s room, the doctor had closed the door behind him and said, ‘Sorry son. You’re too late. But at least he didn’t suffer.’
Sungmin yelled. He said the doctor was a fucking liar and they he didn’t know anything about how much Ryeowook had suffered.
But Sungmin knew.
He had snuck out of his house yesterday night, wanting to see how Ryeowook was doing.
It was a good thing Ryeowook’s room was right next to a big tree, Sungmin had commented when he climbed into Ryeowook’s room through the window that night.
Ryeowook had smiled as if though he was expecting Sungmin all along, and told Sungmin to sit in the chair by his bed.
Sungmin had held onto Ryeowook’s hand that night when the pain was unbearable and when Ryeowook’s tears were tinged with pain.
He had talked to Ryeowook up until morning when he had to leave for school because Ryeowook had laughed and said he didn’t want the both of them failing out.
Sungmin laughed too, and said even if teachers failed Ryeowook, Sungmin would get him into that school they always talked about, so Ryeowook shouldn’t worry and just get better.
Sungmin had then put his jacket on and told Ryeowook not to be a big pig and wait for Sungmin to come back for lunch so they could eat their half of their sandwiches together.
Ryeowook had laughed and promised he wouldn’t.
Kim Ryeowook had died a long time ago.
And for everyday that passes, Lee Sungmin divides his sandwich in half and waits for the day when he can see his best friend again.