Post #9.

[seoulfulness]

Apologies for posting late! We are under new management.

Fics ( #8)

The Distraction Called Jongin (EXO, Lu Han/Kai)
The Sad Lover's Toast (SHINee, SNSD, f(x); Minho/Yuri, Minho/Amber)
Humming Urban Stereo (EXO-K, Kai/Baekhyun)
All Alone Again (Super Junior M, Kyuhyun/Zhou Mi)
The Plan (B1A4, Baro/CNU)
The Art of War (EXO, Lu Han/Kai)
A Simple

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postcards, super junior, yesung/kibum

[anonymous]

yesung opens his eyes. it’s dark outside still-and he can see the soft rise and fall of ryeowook’s chest as he sleeps on the other side of the room in their shared room. the only noise comes from the soft hum from his turtles’ cage, the sound that tells him that they won’t die. that they are still here, that they won’t disappear when he wakes up.

he can’t fall back to sleep, so he slips on a shirt and opens the door carefully not to wake ryeowook and his gentle grinding of his teeth, the habit that he hasn’t let go of yet. he steps out into the main room, doorways and halls that lead to sleeping members. some are still out working. he’s pretty sure that eunhyuk and sungmin are still out, working on choreography or something, and shindong is out on a show.

yesung’s arms feel tired from all the promotions recently. he can’t explain it, but he hasn’t been this tired in a very, very long time, and he wonders why he can’t fall back asleep. why he can’t fall asleep and stay asleep until someone shakes him to wake up. he has considered taking sleeping pills, but he’d have to get them from his manager, and yesung does not want to take to his manager, who is ten times more stressed out than the entirety of super junior.

he finds his way into the kitchen and starts making him a decaf coffee. coffee has always soothed him down, and maybe he can fall back asleep with a class. the coffee maker whizzes, and he hopes no one is sleeping with their door open, because it is slightly loud, in this silence of the night. kyuhyun has been known to open his door just a little-but yesung doubts he’s asleep. insomnia is like a wave, it covers more than just one person.

the cup is almost full when he brings it to his lips and drinks just a bit. he’s too lazy to slip some milk in, so he drinks it black, the warmth of the coffee running down his throat and the bitterness of the coffee staining his tongue. thankfully it isn’t too hot and he hasn’t burned his tongue.

the phone, attached to the wall near the kitchen, starts to ring and yesung furrows his brow. he sets down his coffee mug and walks over to the phone, seeing as he is the closest one there, and he doesn’t want to wake anyone up. he answers the phone at the third ring, because his body is tired, and brings the receiver up to his ear, asking a quiet “hello?”

“yesung-hyung?” a familiar voice resounds and yesung’s eyes widen dramatically at the voice on the other side. it’s a voice that he may hear in the sme building, or when he’s watching old shows, but not like this. not so fresh-not so personal. and it frightens him that his voice is that recognizable that he is able to figure out whom he is by one word.

“kibum-ah? why are you calling at this hour?” yesung asks, turning slightly to catch the time from the oven-three-fifteen a.m.

“oh right-it’s around three there, right? i’m sorry; i’m in the usa. right now, i didn’t remember. you should go back to sleep, hyung, i’ll call around in the morning. later in the morning.”

“no, it’s fine. i couldn’t sleep, anyways,” yesung says, and he realizes that he’s clutching the phone a little bit too tight. but he treats it like kibum’s hand. something that he would never want to let go of, like he had three years ago when kibum had announced that super junior was sucking away the life of his dream, and no one was willing to let him lose his dream.

“oh.”

“is it sunny over there?” yesung asks for small chatter.

“yeah, it’s really nice around this time of year. want me to send you a postcard or something?” kibum asks. his korean has improved, yesung notices. he’s not the shy boy he was before, his voice laced with his american accent.

“eeteuk-hyung would like that,” yesung replies.

“would you, though?” kibum asks, and yesung sighs, yearning for his cup of coffee again.

“yes.”

“i wish you were here,” kibum says, and yesung furrows his brow, confused by the statement, until kibum coughs. “i’ll try to find one that says that.”

“ok, thanks.”

“bye, yesung-hyung,” kibum signs off, and yesung catches the sad sigh that he catches.

“bye bye, kibummie. eat well.”

unfortunately, he never gets the postcard.