Words Of Comfort
Title: Words Of Comfort
Author: txytxy
Pairing: Ryeowook & Kyuhyun
Rating/Genre: G/Friendship one-shot
Words Of Comfort
That night seemed like a special night where everything seemed extra peaceful. Kyuhyun thought the night felt too good to be spent on his computer games, so he grabbed the keys from his table and hurried up the 12th level to look for his best buddy, it’s time for some heart to heart talk.
“Hello hyung” upon entering the 12th floor apartment, Kyuhyun hurried past Donghae who was working out on the gym rider in the living room and entered Ryeowook’s room as silently as possible.
“Kyuhyun ah, what-“before Donghae could even finish his sentence, the door was closed right in his face.
.*.
Ryeowook sighed, tracing the full moon with his finger; he had his leather composition book on his lap as he searched for some inspirations.
He pondered about his life as a celebrity, his life as ordinary Kim Ryeowook and his life as a son of his parents. Tears started to form around the brim of his eyes as feelings of emptiness and helplessness filled him.
There were so much things he wanted to fulfill as a celebrity, he wants to be able to sing his own composition on stage, wants to take part in a musical, wants people to recorgnise him as a good singer, and not just as Super Junior’s eternal maknae, Kim Ryeowook.
There were so much things he wanted to do as Kim Ryeowook, he wants to fall in love with someone, he wants to hold his girlfriend’s hand and feel the surge of blissfulness exploding in his chest, he wants to travel around the world and help the less fortunate, he want to live a life that would bring him happy memories when he aged.
There were so much things he wanted to do as a son, he wants to bring his parents out for a vacation and spend time listening to his father talk about life, he wants to learn new recipes from his mother and cuddle up in her arms, he wants to be a filial son who could be there for his parents anytime they need him.
“So much wants, so little time” he muttered softly.
“Hey Crybaby” Ryeowook’s train of thoughts was broken by a deep voice, the bass note of KRY.
“Yah, Kyuhunnie, why are you here?”
“I’m hungry” Kyuhyun shrugged and settled down on the empty spot beside Ryeowook.
Ryeowook let out an amused laugh and placed his composition book down on the balcony’s floor before hurrying over to his cupboard to get some food for his maknae.
Kyuhyun ran his fingers across the cover of the leather material and flipped it over. A smile crept up his face as he turned over the pages of beautiful notes and handwritings, if there’s one thing Kyuhyun would want to exchange with Ryeowook, it would be his composing talent.
“Here” an opened pack of cookies invaded Kyuhyun’s vision, he took one and placed it in between his teeth as he continued flipping the pages as if he’s reading his starcraft tips and tricks book.
“What’s so interesting, Kyuhyunnie?” Ryeowook asked as he chewed on his cookie like a bunny.
“Everything” Kyuhyun took a bite off his cookie and swept the crumbs off the book on his lap.
Ryeowook let out a bitter laugh and stared up at the velvet skies, his heart sinking down like a big heavy stone.
“Why?” sensing something amiss, Kyuhyun placed the composition book away and sat closer to Ryeowook.
“Kyuhyun ah, I’m so envious of Yesung hyung and you” Ryeowook said, his eyes still fixed on the night skies.
Kyuhyun let out a soft sigh and placed an arm over Ryeowook’s shoulders. Of course he understood why Ryeowook felt this way, even he, himself felt sad when he saw how underrated his friend was.
“I worked as hard, I practiced as hard, but I can never shine as much as you guys” Kyuhyun saw a gleam of tears in Ryeowook’s eyes, he did not know why, but a surge of anger filled him.
“Yah! Kim Ryeowook, why are you saying things like this” Kyuhyun’s sudden change of tone shocked Ryeowook a little.
“Because it’s true” Ryeowook retorted.
“No, it’s not true. Let me tell you, you are one of the best singers I’ve ever known.” If Ryeowook’s eyes were not held in place by his skull, they should be on the ground by now.
Looking pass his bewildered expression, Kyuhyun continued,
“When you sing, you don’t just sing with your voice alone, you sing with your heart, mind and senses. When I listen to our album tracks, your voice is always the first one I noticed of, it’s so prominent and unique.When your solo OST track came out, I had it on repeat mode because I can’t get enough of your voice. It makes me want to cry just by listening, your voice has the ability to comfort someone when they’re down, and the lyrics- it’s like your voice is trying to tell the story of the song. I’ve never told you this, but sometimes I’m so jealous of you and your talent.”
“Jealous?” Ryeowook looked at Kyuhyun as if he’s speaking Greek to him.
“Yes, Jealous. I’m jealous of how you can relate your emotions to the lyrics so well, how you can bring so much comfort to someone with just your voice and how you can hit some notes without much effort. I want to sing like you, but no matter how hard I tried, there is just some essence missing in it, then I realize, ah, it’s because I’m not Ryeowook” Kyuhyun said, shaking slightly from the outburst.
Eyes filled with tears, Ryeowook pulled Kyuhyun into a big hug.
“What is this?” Kyuhyun frowned.
“Look, the evil spawn of Super Junior is actually sitting in Kim Ryeowook’s room and comforting him with the sweetest words in this whole wide world!”
“That’s because I’m hungry and I want Kimchi fried rice” Kyuhyun broke the hug and placed his hands on his own waist.
“Cho Kyuhyun, you bastard” Ryeowook laughed and whacked Kyuhyun on the back.
“I don’t want you to say things like that again, understand?” Kyuhyun asked, his hands on Ryeowook’s shoulders.
After receiving a nod, Kyuhyun pulled Ryeowook into another hug “Your time to shine will come, I assure you, because a person with such a bright talent cannot be hidden in the dark for long. One day, someone would find you and the next moment you realize you would be on the stage, touching every soul with your voice.”
“Thank you so much, Kyuhyunnie” Ryeowook patted Kyuhyun’s back as his vision blurred with happy tears.
“I want my Kimchi fried rice now” Kyuhyun ordered.
“Yes Sir, right away” wiping away his tears, Ryeowook dashed out to the kitchen and whipped up the best Kimchi fried rice Kyuhyun had ever tasted in his whole 5 years of living in the dorm.
.*.
“So this is what Maknaes on top mean” Ryeowook commented as he cleared the dishes in the sink.
Kyuhyun sniggered and asked “What does it mean?”
“It means when one Maknae is about to fall, the other Maknae would pull him up back to the top”
“Are you complimenting me?” Kyuhyun smiled brightly, his arms folded with pride.
“No, I’m complimenting our fans for coming up with such a cool name for us”
“KyuWook will always be the best pair” Kyuhyun said as he grabbed the kitchen towel to wipe the table.
“Yes it will. Even if one day, we’re no longer singers anymore, KyuWook would still live on. We shall never give up on each other.”
Taking off his dishwashing gloves, Ryeowook went over and pulled out his pinky finger, with a childish laugh, Kyuhyun hooked it around his own pinky finger tightly.
“Promised” and with that, the friendship vow was made.
- End -
Author: txytxy
Pairing: Ryeowook & Kyuhyun
Rating/Genre: G/Friendship one-shot
Words Of Comfort
That night seemed like a special night where everything seemed extra peaceful. Kyuhyun thought the night felt too good to be spent on his computer games, so he grabbed the keys from his table and hurried up the 12th level to look for his best buddy, it’s time for some heart to heart talk.
“Hello hyung” upon entering the 12th floor apartment, Kyuhyun hurried past Donghae who was working out on the gym rider in the living room and entered Ryeowook’s room as silently as possible.
“Kyuhyun ah, what-“before Donghae could even finish his sentence, the door was closed right in his face.
.*.
Ryeowook sighed, tracing the full moon with his finger; he had his leather composition book on his lap as he searched for some inspirations.
He pondered about his life as a celebrity, his life as ordinary Kim Ryeowook and his life as a son of his parents. Tears started to form around the brim of his eyes as feelings of emptiness and helplessness filled him.
There were so much things he wanted to fulfill as a celebrity, he wants to be able to sing his own composition on stage, wants to take part in a musical, wants people to recorgnise him as a good singer, and not just as Super Junior’s eternal maknae, Kim Ryeowook.
There were so much things he wanted to do as Kim Ryeowook, he wants to fall in love with someone, he wants to hold his girlfriend’s hand and feel the surge of blissfulness exploding in his chest, he wants to travel around the world and help the less fortunate, he want to live a life that would bring him happy memories when he aged.
There were so much things he wanted to do as a son, he wants to bring his parents out for a vacation and spend time listening to his father talk about life, he wants to learn new recipes from his mother and cuddle up in her arms, he wants to be a filial son who could be there for his parents anytime they need him.
“So much wants, so little time” he muttered softly.
“Hey Crybaby” Ryeowook’s train of thoughts was broken by a deep voice, the bass note of KRY.
“Yah, Kyuhunnie, why are you here?”
“I’m hungry” Kyuhyun shrugged and settled down on the empty spot beside Ryeowook.
Ryeowook let out an amused laugh and placed his composition book down on the balcony’s floor before hurrying over to his cupboard to get some food for his maknae.
Kyuhyun ran his fingers across the cover of the leather material and flipped it over. A smile crept up his face as he turned over the pages of beautiful notes and handwritings, if there’s one thing Kyuhyun would want to exchange with Ryeowook, it would be his composing talent.
“Here” an opened pack of cookies invaded Kyuhyun’s vision, he took one and placed it in between his teeth as he continued flipping the pages as if he’s reading his starcraft tips and tricks book.
“What’s so interesting, Kyuhyunnie?” Ryeowook asked as he chewed on his cookie like a bunny.
“Everything” Kyuhyun took a bite off his cookie and swept the crumbs off the book on his lap.
Ryeowook let out a bitter laugh and stared up at the velvet skies, his heart sinking down like a big heavy stone.
“Why?” sensing something amiss, Kyuhyun placed the composition book away and sat closer to Ryeowook.
“Kyuhyun ah, I’m so envious of Yesung hyung and you” Ryeowook said, his eyes still fixed on the night skies.
Kyuhyun let out a soft sigh and placed an arm over Ryeowook’s shoulders. Of course he understood why Ryeowook felt this way, even he, himself felt sad when he saw how underrated his friend was.
“I worked as hard, I practiced as hard, but I can never shine as much as you guys” Kyuhyun saw a gleam of tears in Ryeowook’s eyes, he did not know why, but a surge of anger filled him.
“Yah! Kim Ryeowook, why are you saying things like this” Kyuhyun’s sudden change of tone shocked Ryeowook a little.
“Because it’s true” Ryeowook retorted.
“No, it’s not true. Let me tell you, you are one of the best singers I’ve ever known.” If Ryeowook’s eyes were not held in place by his skull, they should be on the ground by now.
Looking pass his bewildered expression, Kyuhyun continued,
“When you sing, you don’t just sing with your voice alone, you sing with your heart, mind and senses. When I listen to our album tracks, your voice is always the first one I noticed of, it’s so prominent and unique.When your solo OST track came out, I had it on repeat mode because I can’t get enough of your voice. It makes me want to cry just by listening, your voice has the ability to comfort someone when they’re down, and the lyrics- it’s like your voice is trying to tell the story of the song. I’ve never told you this, but sometimes I’m so jealous of you and your talent.”
“Jealous?” Ryeowook looked at Kyuhyun as if he’s speaking Greek to him.
“Yes, Jealous. I’m jealous of how you can relate your emotions to the lyrics so well, how you can bring so much comfort to someone with just your voice and how you can hit some notes without much effort. I want to sing like you, but no matter how hard I tried, there is just some essence missing in it, then I realize, ah, it’s because I’m not Ryeowook” Kyuhyun said, shaking slightly from the outburst.
Eyes filled with tears, Ryeowook pulled Kyuhyun into a big hug.
“What is this?” Kyuhyun frowned.
“Look, the evil spawn of Super Junior is actually sitting in Kim Ryeowook’s room and comforting him with the sweetest words in this whole wide world!”
“That’s because I’m hungry and I want Kimchi fried rice” Kyuhyun broke the hug and placed his hands on his own waist.
“Cho Kyuhyun, you bastard” Ryeowook laughed and whacked Kyuhyun on the back.
“I don’t want you to say things like that again, understand?” Kyuhyun asked, his hands on Ryeowook’s shoulders.
After receiving a nod, Kyuhyun pulled Ryeowook into another hug “Your time to shine will come, I assure you, because a person with such a bright talent cannot be hidden in the dark for long. One day, someone would find you and the next moment you realize you would be on the stage, touching every soul with your voice.”
“Thank you so much, Kyuhyunnie” Ryeowook patted Kyuhyun’s back as his vision blurred with happy tears.
“I want my Kimchi fried rice now” Kyuhyun ordered.
“Yes Sir, right away” wiping away his tears, Ryeowook dashed out to the kitchen and whipped up the best Kimchi fried rice Kyuhyun had ever tasted in his whole 5 years of living in the dorm.
.*.
“So this is what Maknaes on top mean” Ryeowook commented as he cleared the dishes in the sink.
Kyuhyun sniggered and asked “What does it mean?”
“It means when one Maknae is about to fall, the other Maknae would pull him up back to the top”
“Are you complimenting me?” Kyuhyun smiled brightly, his arms folded with pride.
“No, I’m complimenting our fans for coming up with such a cool name for us”
“KyuWook will always be the best pair” Kyuhyun said as he grabbed the kitchen towel to wipe the table.
“Yes it will. Even if one day, we’re no longer singers anymore, KyuWook would still live on. We shall never give up on each other.”
Taking off his dishwashing gloves, Ryeowook went over and pulled out his pinky finger, with a childish laugh, Kyuhyun hooked it around his own pinky finger tightly.
“Promised” and with that, the friendship vow was made.
- End -