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Patterns of Affection
Super Junior, Kyuhyun, Sungmin (peripheral Kibum, Siwon, Donghae)
430 words. Third person. Drabble. PG.
Kyuhyun thinks that he hasn’t ever known Sungmin, not really, not until he holds Sungmin’s hair back and waits for him to finish vomiting in the hospital parking lot.
I’m sorry, Sungmin says, and says again and again and again and he can’t seem to stop apologizing. Kyuhyun almost doesn’t want to hear it, almost wants to walk away and leave him drunk in front of the emergency room and let the technicians take care of it, but he knows that he can’t, and that there are at least two distinct reasons.
1. is that it would get back to someone, it would end up in the papers in the morning, plastered across the front page in bold-type, red letters, big and gaudy and overblown, and that’s just not what they need now, or ever, and 2. is that he’s not sure he could live with himself if he did that, it’s not that it’s Sungmin, not that it’s this situation, but what would that even say about him as a person?
Sungmin unbends, almost graceful considering the situation, and Kyuhyun thinks of the conversation they’d had over the phone.
Kyu? (his voice crackles like static and tissue paper, thin)
Sungmin.
I fucked up. I fucked up really bad, oh god. (his slurs trail off into choked words and half phrases, and Kyuhyun doesn’t want to understand, and doesn’t bother to)
What did you do?
Um, um. Kyuhyun. Um. (large gulps of air, swallowed down like sweet tea)
I’m coming to get you. Where are you?
(the address is familiar for no reason other than he’d been there before with his mother, and the click of his phone interrupts the sound of Sungmin’s labored breathing)
Kyuhyun leaves a glass of water and two aspirin tablets on Sungmin’s beside table when he tucks him in.
He stays just long enough to be certain, and he closes the door behind him quiet enough that he doesn’t even hear it himself.
Kibum is on the couch with a sleeping Siwon in his lap and Donghae leaning against his legs. Kyuhyun tries not to be jealous. He fails. (the tendrils of it snag at his veins and pull, he can feel it under his skin and he resents it)
“He called you,” Kibum points out softly, like he knows what Kyuhyun is thinking.
Kyuhyun shrugs.
Kibum’s fingers trail through Siwon’s hair and Donghae makes a satisfied noise in his throat and leans closer.
In the morning, the two aspirin are gone. So is Sungmin, and half the glass of water.
Kyuhyun is not surprised.
And for once, I have nothing to say at the end. ♥
Super Junior, Kyuhyun, Sungmin (peripheral Kibum, Siwon, Donghae)
430 words. Third person. Drabble. PG.
Kyuhyun thinks that he hasn’t ever known Sungmin, not really, not until he holds Sungmin’s hair back and waits for him to finish vomiting in the hospital parking lot.
I’m sorry, Sungmin says, and says again and again and again and he can’t seem to stop apologizing. Kyuhyun almost doesn’t want to hear it, almost wants to walk away and leave him drunk in front of the emergency room and let the technicians take care of it, but he knows that he can’t, and that there are at least two distinct reasons.
1. is that it would get back to someone, it would end up in the papers in the morning, plastered across the front page in bold-type, red letters, big and gaudy and overblown, and that’s just not what they need now, or ever, and 2. is that he’s not sure he could live with himself if he did that, it’s not that it’s Sungmin, not that it’s this situation, but what would that even say about him as a person?
Sungmin unbends, almost graceful considering the situation, and Kyuhyun thinks of the conversation they’d had over the phone.
Kyu? (his voice crackles like static and tissue paper, thin)
Sungmin.
I fucked up. I fucked up really bad, oh god. (his slurs trail off into choked words and half phrases, and Kyuhyun doesn’t want to understand, and doesn’t bother to)
What did you do?
Um, um. Kyuhyun. Um. (large gulps of air, swallowed down like sweet tea)
I’m coming to get you. Where are you?
(the address is familiar for no reason other than he’d been there before with his mother, and the click of his phone interrupts the sound of Sungmin’s labored breathing)
Kyuhyun leaves a glass of water and two aspirin tablets on Sungmin’s beside table when he tucks him in.
He stays just long enough to be certain, and he closes the door behind him quiet enough that he doesn’t even hear it himself.
Kibum is on the couch with a sleeping Siwon in his lap and Donghae leaning against his legs. Kyuhyun tries not to be jealous. He fails. (the tendrils of it snag at his veins and pull, he can feel it under his skin and he resents it)
“He called you,” Kibum points out softly, like he knows what Kyuhyun is thinking.
Kyuhyun shrugs.
Kibum’s fingers trail through Siwon’s hair and Donghae makes a satisfied noise in his throat and leans closer.
In the morning, the two aspirin are gone. So is Sungmin, and half the glass of water.
Kyuhyun is not surprised.
And for once, I have nothing to say at the end. ♥