The Fine Art of Sel-Ca (Kyuhyun/Sungmin)
Kyuhyun/Sungmin (Super Junior)
PG for nothing naughty or explicit; just love (and lovin' at the most implicit you could possibly get).
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It's funny, all things considering, that no one has seen all that many self-taken pictures of Sungmin and Kyuhyun together. They share a room, after all, and seem to be quite close as band members go in Super Junior. Sungmin is an avid fan of selca, and does so at every opportunity: new hairstyles, dyejobs, concept changes, pre-performance, post-performance, going to other countries, going out to eat. When the occasion calls for a quick capture of the moment, Sungmin is ready and willing to whip out a digital camera and pull a suitable expression, peace sign included. And although Kyuhyun isn't too much of a fan of taking pictures of himself, he's relatively apathetic about the whole business, and wouldn't say no to Sungmin - it only takes so many seconds to take a picture, anyway, and all he has to do is look up and make a face or smile. So it's a little funny, considering all these things, that it's rare for others to come across a picture of the two together.
Truth is, these pictures do exist. Sungmin just doesn't like to share them, that's all.
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"Kyuhyun-ah," he says one night, "Hey. Kyuhyun."
Kyuhyun takes a few moments to catch his breath again, pushing himself up on the bed and leaning up against the wall. With a lazy hand he pats the space between his legs, mumbling a sleepy "Mm," as Sungmin sits up to recline against him. Their bodies fit comfortably together when he slides his arms around Sungmin's waist, rubbing his hand absent-mindedly in a caress over Sungmin's tummy.
He shifts a little bit when Kyuhyun noses against the nape of his neck, and Kyuhyun can hear the smile in the Sungmin's voice when he replies, "Wanna selca?"
He pauses in his tummy-rubbing, resting his palm against the smooth skin and dropping his chin against Sungmin's shoulder. He yawns, uninhibited, and thinks of falling asleep like this, all warm and comfortable.
"... N-now?" (He finishes his yawn around the syllables.)
"Why not?" The warm body in his arms wriggles around a little before almost going out of reach for a second - the space left behind feels cold, except for where the fingertips of one of his hands are stretched out to linger against the soft skin of Sungmin's hip - and then settles back against him. He wraps his arms back around Sungmin, clutches him a little more snugly, allowing himself to be possessive in the sleepy sanctuary of the bed. He feels himself doze off slightly when he rests his chin back onto Sungmin's shoulder. When he hears the shutter of a camera, he cracks open one eye and squints blearily in the vague direction of Sungmin's cameraphone, which is pointed towards their faces. He sees himself gazing back on the screen, and a pixelated version of Sungmin's own far too cheerful expression.
"Smile, Kyu!" Kyuhyun ignores Sungmin, choosing instead to lower his eyelids and turn his head slightly, too sleepy and satisfied to pull a cheesy expression. He nuzzles the side of Sungmin's head, dropping a small kiss there and ignoring the familiar clicking sound, before stirring Sungmin's hair with a sigh.
His voice is gravelly with a creeping sleepiness when he whispers, almost plaintively, "Can't we just sleep, hyung?" close to Sungmin's ear. He feels Sungmin melt even more into his arms; warm, soft, a shifting of muscle under smooth skin, and Sungmin's voice is just a little too steady: "Just one picture, Kyuhyunnie."
He humours him, just because he won't get to sleep otherwise, and reluctantly lets his eyes open again. Only slightly, though, and he lets the corners of his mouth turn up only just enough, almost a smirk, cheek flush against Sungmin's own. Sungmin taps the screen with his thumb and the shutter goes off - Kyuhyun closes his eyes again - and there's a bit of a silence, just too long for checking how one looks in a picture. He wonders, fleetingly, if Sungmin's falling asleep too, and, slightly silly, if he's dreaming of Kyuhyun. He wonders if it's possible to dream the same dream as another, if you were close enough to them in space and time. If you were in love, he wonders, would you share your dreams as well as your heart? Or would your spheres of dream-thought remain separate? It'd be a pity if that was the case, he muses. It would be nice if Sungmin could enjoy his dreams, too. Particularly the ones where Sungmin is already involved.
Close to dozing, he feels the sudden, soft pressure of lips against his cheek, and he raises one hand from its spot around Sungmin's waist to graze his fingertips along Sungmin's jaw in response. Without opening his eyes, he turns his head and returns the kiss to waiting lips, nipping slightly off-center in his sleepiness and repositioning in apology, an easy one-two press of lips and the barely-there wet tip of a tongue (he could fall asleep every night to this easy loving, this simple, familiar affection), and hears the shutter sound.
"... Hyung," he murmurs against Sungmin's lips, barely conscious, and Sungmin smiles, moves away. He hears the sounds of the handphone being slid onto the dresser, the click of the lamp; feels himself being pulled down to lie against the mattress, and warmth again when Sungmin slides in beside him, the blanket sliding up and over their bodies. Finally, he thinks, and pulls Sungmin close. Their breathing slows, evens out, and they're asleep even before the backlit screen of Sungmin's handphone blinks off.
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There's a reason why no one sees any pictures of Sungmin and Kyuhyun taken together. Sungmin guards them like a jealous lover (maybe that hits a little too close to home), and doesn't like to wave his handphone around, showing everyone his pictures like some other members might.
He's a little selfish in that way, he can admit, but he doesn't see why anyone else needs to see Kyuhyun the way he sees him (slight smirk and dark eyes half-lidded in sated sleepiness; closed eyes and soft mouth, uncharacteristic in affection), in the moments he wishes he could capture forever. Photos help when they're apart by more than just a phone call, when he can't hold Kyuhyun or be held by him, and sometimes he thinks Kyuhyun understands: he smiles, holds him tighter, and Sungmin captures those moments the best he can - not only in the resolution of his handphone's camera, but in the impressions upon his senses attuned to the feel of them together, clearer than any image produced by a simple lens.
PG for nothing naughty or explicit; just love (and lovin' at the most implicit you could possibly get).
.
It's funny, all things considering, that no one has seen all that many self-taken pictures of Sungmin and Kyuhyun together. They share a room, after all, and seem to be quite close as band members go in Super Junior. Sungmin is an avid fan of selca, and does so at every opportunity: new hairstyles, dyejobs, concept changes, pre-performance, post-performance, going to other countries, going out to eat. When the occasion calls for a quick capture of the moment, Sungmin is ready and willing to whip out a digital camera and pull a suitable expression, peace sign included. And although Kyuhyun isn't too much of a fan of taking pictures of himself, he's relatively apathetic about the whole business, and wouldn't say no to Sungmin - it only takes so many seconds to take a picture, anyway, and all he has to do is look up and make a face or smile. So it's a little funny, considering all these things, that it's rare for others to come across a picture of the two together.
Truth is, these pictures do exist. Sungmin just doesn't like to share them, that's all.
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"Kyuhyun-ah," he says one night, "Hey. Kyuhyun."
Kyuhyun takes a few moments to catch his breath again, pushing himself up on the bed and leaning up against the wall. With a lazy hand he pats the space between his legs, mumbling a sleepy "Mm," as Sungmin sits up to recline against him. Their bodies fit comfortably together when he slides his arms around Sungmin's waist, rubbing his hand absent-mindedly in a caress over Sungmin's tummy.
He shifts a little bit when Kyuhyun noses against the nape of his neck, and Kyuhyun can hear the smile in the Sungmin's voice when he replies, "Wanna selca?"
He pauses in his tummy-rubbing, resting his palm against the smooth skin and dropping his chin against Sungmin's shoulder. He yawns, uninhibited, and thinks of falling asleep like this, all warm and comfortable.
"... N-now?" (He finishes his yawn around the syllables.)
"Why not?" The warm body in his arms wriggles around a little before almost going out of reach for a second - the space left behind feels cold, except for where the fingertips of one of his hands are stretched out to linger against the soft skin of Sungmin's hip - and then settles back against him. He wraps his arms back around Sungmin, clutches him a little more snugly, allowing himself to be possessive in the sleepy sanctuary of the bed. He feels himself doze off slightly when he rests his chin back onto Sungmin's shoulder. When he hears the shutter of a camera, he cracks open one eye and squints blearily in the vague direction of Sungmin's cameraphone, which is pointed towards their faces. He sees himself gazing back on the screen, and a pixelated version of Sungmin's own far too cheerful expression.
"Smile, Kyu!" Kyuhyun ignores Sungmin, choosing instead to lower his eyelids and turn his head slightly, too sleepy and satisfied to pull a cheesy expression. He nuzzles the side of Sungmin's head, dropping a small kiss there and ignoring the familiar clicking sound, before stirring Sungmin's hair with a sigh.
His voice is gravelly with a creeping sleepiness when he whispers, almost plaintively, "Can't we just sleep, hyung?" close to Sungmin's ear. He feels Sungmin melt even more into his arms; warm, soft, a shifting of muscle under smooth skin, and Sungmin's voice is just a little too steady: "Just one picture, Kyuhyunnie."
He humours him, just because he won't get to sleep otherwise, and reluctantly lets his eyes open again. Only slightly, though, and he lets the corners of his mouth turn up only just enough, almost a smirk, cheek flush against Sungmin's own. Sungmin taps the screen with his thumb and the shutter goes off - Kyuhyun closes his eyes again - and there's a bit of a silence, just too long for checking how one looks in a picture. He wonders, fleetingly, if Sungmin's falling asleep too, and, slightly silly, if he's dreaming of Kyuhyun. He wonders if it's possible to dream the same dream as another, if you were close enough to them in space and time. If you were in love, he wonders, would you share your dreams as well as your heart? Or would your spheres of dream-thought remain separate? It'd be a pity if that was the case, he muses. It would be nice if Sungmin could enjoy his dreams, too. Particularly the ones where Sungmin is already involved.
Close to dozing, he feels the sudden, soft pressure of lips against his cheek, and he raises one hand from its spot around Sungmin's waist to graze his fingertips along Sungmin's jaw in response. Without opening his eyes, he turns his head and returns the kiss to waiting lips, nipping slightly off-center in his sleepiness and repositioning in apology, an easy one-two press of lips and the barely-there wet tip of a tongue (he could fall asleep every night to this easy loving, this simple, familiar affection), and hears the shutter sound.
"... Hyung," he murmurs against Sungmin's lips, barely conscious, and Sungmin smiles, moves away. He hears the sounds of the handphone being slid onto the dresser, the click of the lamp; feels himself being pulled down to lie against the mattress, and warmth again when Sungmin slides in beside him, the blanket sliding up and over their bodies. Finally, he thinks, and pulls Sungmin close. Their breathing slows, evens out, and they're asleep even before the backlit screen of Sungmin's handphone blinks off.
-
There's a reason why no one sees any pictures of Sungmin and Kyuhyun taken together. Sungmin guards them like a jealous lover (maybe that hits a little too close to home), and doesn't like to wave his handphone around, showing everyone his pictures like some other members might.
He's a little selfish in that way, he can admit, but he doesn't see why anyone else needs to see Kyuhyun the way he sees him (slight smirk and dark eyes half-lidded in sated sleepiness; closed eyes and soft mouth, uncharacteristic in affection), in the moments he wishes he could capture forever. Photos help when they're apart by more than just a phone call, when he can't hold Kyuhyun or be held by him, and sometimes he thinks Kyuhyun understands: he smiles, holds him tighter, and Sungmin captures those moments the best he can - not only in the resolution of his handphone's camera, but in the impressions upon his senses attuned to the feel of them together, clearer than any image produced by a simple lens.