The Secret on Your Lips - Drabble (Shihanchul)
Title: The Secret on Your Lips
Author: kayjayloves
Chapter: 1/1
Pairing: Siwon/Hankyung/Heechul
Band: Super Junior
Genre: drama
Rating: PG13
Warning: angsty!siwon?
Disclaimer: Don't own these boys, just my interpretations of them.
Synopsis: Maybe his trashcan is full of paper scraps; little notes written to confess and cleanse and rip to pieces the sins he’s living.
Comments: original post here
So maybe he watches the other members more than he should, and maybe he’s been keeping things locked inside (deep, where there’s no light to find them) and maybe he feels like he’s a little bit sick. Maybe his trashcan is full of paper scraps; little notes written to confess and cleanse and rip to pieces the sins he’s living.
He can’t stop the infestation from taking over - the burning fever creeping into his logic and common sense, destroying every reasonable rule he’s been taught. He’s caught in the dangerous moments, when
Hankyung smiles at him and the feeling makes his eyes crinkle in return, or when he cuddles up to Heechul because Heechul doesn’t mind. All of them, he tells himself, are my friends, and the close contact is inevitable - not something he purposely seeks out.
He’s excused himself for a glass of water, navigating through their dorm as easily as his own - after all, this place is just as much his home, when the lock on his hidden thoughts breaks (unexpected, unwelcomed, unwanted). He sets the glass on the counter, carefully aware of his shaking hands and the pulsing heartbeat in his ears.
“Siwon?” Hankyung’s soft voice filters through the room; footsteps near silent on the tile floor. And maybe he isn’t quite ready for the way the whisper strikes at him, makes him go limp and silent within his own thoughts. The way the words stop him from struggling when thin arms twine around his waist - and he counts two too many, panics.
Heechul’s chuckle sounds near his ear, warm breath against his cheek prodding at the thoughts his mind has just released (wondering, wondering how that breath feels against hot skin, how soft Hankyung’s lips are, how easily the two - three, he realizes, of them would complete each other.)
He wakes up in a tangle of limbs with Kibum staring down at him; his hand paused on the light switch and detached disbelief in his eyes. “There’s a photo shoot in thirty minutes, thought you guys might want to know.”
Heechul’s hand grabs onto his shoulder after Kibum closes the door, and he whines something incoherent into Hankyung’s back. Hankyung smiles a soft, sleepy smile in Siwon’s direction - an affirmation that everything really is okay. He’s struck by a sudden feverish feeling, clings onto Hankyung’s hand and Heechul’s thigh and laughs.
Maybe the plague struck yesterday, but nobody died.
Author: kayjayloves
Chapter: 1/1
Pairing: Siwon/Hankyung/Heechul
Band: Super Junior
Genre: drama
Rating: PG13
Warning: angsty!siwon?
Disclaimer: Don't own these boys, just my interpretations of them.
Synopsis: Maybe his trashcan is full of paper scraps; little notes written to confess and cleanse and rip to pieces the sins he’s living.
Comments: original post here
So maybe he watches the other members more than he should, and maybe he’s been keeping things locked inside (deep, where there’s no light to find them) and maybe he feels like he’s a little bit sick. Maybe his trashcan is full of paper scraps; little notes written to confess and cleanse and rip to pieces the sins he’s living.
He can’t stop the infestation from taking over - the burning fever creeping into his logic and common sense, destroying every reasonable rule he’s been taught. He’s caught in the dangerous moments, when
Hankyung smiles at him and the feeling makes his eyes crinkle in return, or when he cuddles up to Heechul because Heechul doesn’t mind. All of them, he tells himself, are my friends, and the close contact is inevitable - not something he purposely seeks out.
He’s excused himself for a glass of water, navigating through their dorm as easily as his own - after all, this place is just as much his home, when the lock on his hidden thoughts breaks (unexpected, unwelcomed, unwanted). He sets the glass on the counter, carefully aware of his shaking hands and the pulsing heartbeat in his ears.
“Siwon?” Hankyung’s soft voice filters through the room; footsteps near silent on the tile floor. And maybe he isn’t quite ready for the way the whisper strikes at him, makes him go limp and silent within his own thoughts. The way the words stop him from struggling when thin arms twine around his waist - and he counts two too many, panics.
Heechul’s chuckle sounds near his ear, warm breath against his cheek prodding at the thoughts his mind has just released (wondering, wondering how that breath feels against hot skin, how soft Hankyung’s lips are, how easily the two - three, he realizes, of them would complete each other.)
He wakes up in a tangle of limbs with Kibum staring down at him; his hand paused on the light switch and detached disbelief in his eyes. “There’s a photo shoot in thirty minutes, thought you guys might want to know.”
Heechul’s hand grabs onto his shoulder after Kibum closes the door, and he whines something incoherent into Hankyung’s back. Hankyung smiles a soft, sleepy smile in Siwon’s direction - an affirmation that everything really is okay. He’s struck by a sudden feverish feeling, clings onto Hankyung’s hand and Heechul’s thigh and laughs.
Maybe the plague struck yesterday, but nobody died.