super junior: drabbles, various.
Untitled drabbles
SJ-M, SNSD
Various: Zhou Mi/Kyuhyun, Sunny/Sungmin, bandfic
PG-13
1.
Zhou Mi associates Kyuhyun with the night. The night is for lovers, for secrets, for romance, for sex. The night is when Kyuhyun loves Zhou Mi almost as much as Zhou Mi loves him.
He tries to tell Kyuhyun, sometimes, how much he treasures the time they spend together. I love the night, the quiet beauty of it. The silver moon, the glitter of stars. You're like a star, Kyuhyun. Zhou Mi has always been something of a romantic.
"You can't really see the stars in the city," Kyuhyun always says, "the lights are too bright."
They're beautiful, and Zhou Mi tells Kyuhyun so. The stars, Kyuhyun, the stars. So distant, so clear. Like a wish, like a hope.
"Like shards of glass," Kyuhyun says.
Zhou Mi always keeps the curtains closed well into morning, to keep the dawn at bay. He relishes the darkness and the way the scent of Kyuhyun lingers in the air long after he's gone.
1.5
It's nearly two in the morning, and Zhou Mi is still in the practice room, singing clearly despite his weariness. Kyuhyun opens the door and tells him not to be an idiot, they have a show scheduled for the next morning.
Just a little longer, Zhou Mi says. He's exhausted, dark circles clear under his eyes, but he straightens his back and opens his mouth to sing.
Kyuhyun watches him, and the feeling comes like treacle, a slow, lugubrious thing, pinning his hands to his sides and binding his feet to the floor. There's a bubble inside Kyuhyun's chest, full and tight so he can't breathe and his heart hurts. He looks at Zhou Mi's thin frame, all empty air and hollow spaces, and finds himself thinking that he could fill those gaps.
Impossible, he thinks. It resembles love too much for his liking, and so he turns and walks away and misses the way Zhou Mi watches him go, soft resignation in his eyes.
2.
He tells you about her, how he loves the scent of her skin, the wisps of hair at her neck, her lowered lashes and wide smile. Sweet, he says. She is unafraid, filling the air with laughter and and something warm. His eyes are too bright. She is tiny, and she fits perfectly under his chin. Hip to hip, heart to heart. Sunny. She's everything she's supposed to be.
“Is it weird for you,” he asks, “for me to be dating her? You guys are like sisters. It must be weird."
No, you say, not weird. You tell him you're happy for him, and you mean it. He laughs, reassured, when you threaten to come after him if he ever makes her cry.
Sweet, he says. He loves the scent of her skin.
I gave her that perfume for her birthday. You think about faded feelings and missed opportunities and wonder if he will ever know.
3.
“So pretty,” Donghae says when Ryeowook asks him about Ariel Lin. “So pretty, and really nice. Her laugh is so cute! If there was a disaster and it was up to me and some girl to repopulate the world, she'd be on my list of girls to save.”
“What? I'd save Angelina Jolie.” Henry nudges Donghae's foot.
“Ooh, then I'm picking Kim Tae Hee.” Donghae wiggles his eyebrows.
“Scarlett Johansson.”
“Song Hye Gyo.”
“Jessica Alba.”
“I,” Siwon interjects, “would save all of you.”
Zhou Mi laughs. “That doesn't work. If we were the only people left in the world, we'd be screwed. No girls. It's the end of humanity.” He catches Kyuhyun's eye. “And don't say I'm a girl again.”
“You're my brothers,” Siwon says loyally. “And repopulating the world aside, I think we'd survive on a deserted island or something if it's us. Ryeowook can cook. I can climb trees and get coconuts.”
“Us? Here or the rest of the members, too? If it's just us...” Han Geng frowns, thinking.
“...you'd be the oldest person in the world.” Zhou Mi finishes. Han Geng smacks his arm.
“No, it should be all the members, Super Junior as well as Mi and Henry,” Ryeowook speaks up, “Youngwoon hyung can kill things for us.”
“We'd all be dead within a week,” says Kyuhyun.
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A/N: asjk;skd the first three (two?) are so cliche and i don't know what the last is
SJ-M, SNSD
Various: Zhou Mi/Kyuhyun, Sunny/Sungmin, bandfic
PG-13
1.
Zhou Mi associates Kyuhyun with the night. The night is for lovers, for secrets, for romance, for sex. The night is when Kyuhyun loves Zhou Mi almost as much as Zhou Mi loves him.
He tries to tell Kyuhyun, sometimes, how much he treasures the time they spend together. I love the night, the quiet beauty of it. The silver moon, the glitter of stars. You're like a star, Kyuhyun. Zhou Mi has always been something of a romantic.
"You can't really see the stars in the city," Kyuhyun always says, "the lights are too bright."
They're beautiful, and Zhou Mi tells Kyuhyun so. The stars, Kyuhyun, the stars. So distant, so clear. Like a wish, like a hope.
"Like shards of glass," Kyuhyun says.
Zhou Mi always keeps the curtains closed well into morning, to keep the dawn at bay. He relishes the darkness and the way the scent of Kyuhyun lingers in the air long after he's gone.
1.5
It's nearly two in the morning, and Zhou Mi is still in the practice room, singing clearly despite his weariness. Kyuhyun opens the door and tells him not to be an idiot, they have a show scheduled for the next morning.
Just a little longer, Zhou Mi says. He's exhausted, dark circles clear under his eyes, but he straightens his back and opens his mouth to sing.
Kyuhyun watches him, and the feeling comes like treacle, a slow, lugubrious thing, pinning his hands to his sides and binding his feet to the floor. There's a bubble inside Kyuhyun's chest, full and tight so he can't breathe and his heart hurts. He looks at Zhou Mi's thin frame, all empty air and hollow spaces, and finds himself thinking that he could fill those gaps.
Impossible, he thinks. It resembles love too much for his liking, and so he turns and walks away and misses the way Zhou Mi watches him go, soft resignation in his eyes.
2.
He tells you about her, how he loves the scent of her skin, the wisps of hair at her neck, her lowered lashes and wide smile. Sweet, he says. She is unafraid, filling the air with laughter and and something warm. His eyes are too bright. She is tiny, and she fits perfectly under his chin. Hip to hip, heart to heart. Sunny. She's everything she's supposed to be.
“Is it weird for you,” he asks, “for me to be dating her? You guys are like sisters. It must be weird."
No, you say, not weird. You tell him you're happy for him, and you mean it. He laughs, reassured, when you threaten to come after him if he ever makes her cry.
Sweet, he says. He loves the scent of her skin.
I gave her that perfume for her birthday. You think about faded feelings and missed opportunities and wonder if he will ever know.
3.
“So pretty,” Donghae says when Ryeowook asks him about Ariel Lin. “So pretty, and really nice. Her laugh is so cute! If there was a disaster and it was up to me and some girl to repopulate the world, she'd be on my list of girls to save.”
“What? I'd save Angelina Jolie.” Henry nudges Donghae's foot.
“Ooh, then I'm picking Kim Tae Hee.” Donghae wiggles his eyebrows.
“Scarlett Johansson.”
“Song Hye Gyo.”
“Jessica Alba.”
“I,” Siwon interjects, “would save all of you.”
Zhou Mi laughs. “That doesn't work. If we were the only people left in the world, we'd be screwed. No girls. It's the end of humanity.” He catches Kyuhyun's eye. “And don't say I'm a girl again.”
“You're my brothers,” Siwon says loyally. “And repopulating the world aside, I think we'd survive on a deserted island or something if it's us. Ryeowook can cook. I can climb trees and get coconuts.”
“Us? Here or the rest of the members, too? If it's just us...” Han Geng frowns, thinking.
“...you'd be the oldest person in the world.” Zhou Mi finishes. Han Geng smacks his arm.
“No, it should be all the members, Super Junior as well as Mi and Henry,” Ryeowook speaks up, “Youngwoon hyung can kill things for us.”
“We'd all be dead within a week,” says Kyuhyun.
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A/N: asjk;skd the first three (two?) are so cliche and i don't know what the last is