#001 [ONE-SHOT] No Right to.
Title: No Right to.
Author: kyuppuccino
Focus: Kyuhyun, hint of Yesung / Ryeowook.
Rating: PG (curse words)
Summary: it’s Super Junior's 300th day, all of the boys, but one, celebrate the anniversary.
Word-count: 2154 words.
Comments: at the bottom of the page.
You can hear them sing at the top of their lungs and laugh in their drunken state all the way from your room, even though the door is locked and your radio is blasting random songs at an insanely high volume. You have hopelessly tried to suffocate the loud noises coming from the living room, but they’re still too loud for you to ignore them. You think you’d rather listen to the moans and screams of a couple having sex, instead of this. Why? Because longing for sex would simply make your body hurt physically, but this… this makes your heart ache, and nothing can fix it. Nothing, or so you think.
You do want to be there with them, more than anything else, yet you feel like you don't have the right to join them in their celebrating adventures - you just can’t, it’s so obvious. You weren’t there since the beginning, you only saw them on television and although you watched every performance, you were nothing more than a stranger to the group. You remember thinking that, even though the idea of a twelve member group was stupid, those guys had the guts to try something that crazy, and you respected them for being brave enough to take such a risk. Soon after the idea of a ridiculously crowded group didn’t sound that ridiculous anymore, at least to you; each and every one of those boys had talent and you were actually envious of them. You wanted your chance too.
Your chance unexpectedly came seven months later the group’s debut, and the news shocked you to the point that you pulled through numerous sleepless nights. Should I accept, or not? The thought tortured you for so long that one day you realized your fingernails were nearly non-existent. You had never bitten your fingernails before. You still think you made the right decision, and you’re happy, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. However, you weren’t there with them when they were shedding tears and suffering due to the seemingly never ending training years. You are and yet are not part of Super Junior.
Out of the blue, you realize that you’re crying, but you don’t understand why exactly. This was your goal, your achievement, your dream. Why the tears, then? You don’t even bother to wipe at them, because no one is there to see you, or to ask you why you are crying anyway. You just wrap your arms around your legs loosely, and let your head rest on them, waiting for whatever is upsetting you to go away and leave you the fuck alone.
Deep down you think you know what is upsetting you. Actually, you do know, but you pretend you don’t. It’s not working though, you tell yourself. And, honestly, it really isn’t working, because images of what may be taking place in the other room begin to haunt you in the span of a millisecond. You feel left out, lonely and out of place. You feel like you don’t belong here in this house right at this moment, yet you don’t want to leave.
You tell yourself that you are happy. You are genuinely happy to be part of Super Junior, but every time the group wins an award or celebrates anniversaries, you try to go as unnoticed as possible. You hide at the side or back of the stage, further apart from the rest of the members; well, at least you try to, because your gigantic height definitely doesn’t go as unnoticed as you wish. This is why you can sigh in relief once you’re in your room at the dorm, safe, and alone, waiting for everything to be over and back to normal.
The distinct sound of your growling stomach distracts you a little from your overwhelming thoughts, but only a little. You wish it were tomorrow already… when another day will be added to the three-hundred that your fellow members spent together, and that single extra day will make today’s celebration lose all of its importance. Only a few more hours, I can do this, I can endure it.
Suddenly, the door of your room slides wide open and you realize it merely because the noises from the living room grow louder for a moment, until two giggling boys slip in holding hands and close the door behind their back. One of them turns the radio off as the other quietly walks towards your bed, but you don’t want to look up just yet because your eyes are still brimming with tears. And you bet they’re red and puffy. And your nose becomes a funny shade of crimson when you cry, but whose nose doesn’t after all? You don’t want them to see that you are crying, you want to present them with your contagious smile and big, sparkling black irises as you always do.
Your face is still hidden and you find that it’s the perfect chance to wipe your tears without them noticing. You exhale deeply, but silently, as you gradually start peeking at the two forms before you from behind your arms. The corner of your lips pull up at an awkward angle, baring your perfect teeth unnaturally, but you hope it’s convincing enough to grant you the freedom you so much wish for. Sadly, all of your efforts last only for a good split second, before you start bawling and crying your eyes out at the sight of their sincerely smiling faces.
What the hell is wrong with me?, you ask yourself, because you thought you were stronger than this, really. You just can’t believe you gave in to the sorrow so quickly and easily. All you had to do was fake a quick smile and they would’ve left you alone. Left you alone. Again. It’s ok. It will be ok.
Your mind is a whirlwind of funny emotions and you can barely make out a measly rational thought that could let you get away with the pathetic crying that you can’t seem to be able to control any longer.
You curse under your breath, because you didn’t really want them to see that you, too, are weak. They exchange a few barely audible words and nod as they proceed to sit on either side of you, making the bed shift under their weight. You desperately want to ask them why they are here, yet you want them to go away. Your mouth is dry and you don’t want your voice to crack on top of that, because your tears are doing a damn good job already at making you look miserable.
“Kyuhyun-ah…” Ryeowook speaks first; his sweet, soft voice calms you down instantly, like your mother’s lullabies. “What’s wrong?”
You turn to look at him, yet you avoid his eyes. You don’t answer him, because you don’t have a real answer in the first place and you know he asked you only because he wants to hear your voice. He knows, you can see it in his eyes, but honestly, you don’t know how to express your feelings without sounding pitiful and you don’t want to talk to him anyway!
A tingling sensation at the base of your neck catches your attention and you move just enough to see that the other boy is tickling your skin softly. Jongwoon hyung and his weird habits, you think, but the slightly warm body contact makes you feel a little reassured, and wanted. You wish he wouldn’t stop, and you fight the urge to lean into it.
“Kyuhyun-ah,” Ryeowook raises his voice a little as he places his hand on your thigh. “Come join us, what are you doing here by yourself? We have to celebrate our anniversary!”
Still refusing to utter a word, you can’t help but look at him with pleading eyes. You’re hoping he will catch on and let you be, but in all honesty, you’re coming off as a stray puppy that is in search of a warm shelter. You don’t want to play this game anymore, why can’t they just leave? You’re so tired; the tears are slowly consuming you.
“Listen,” Jongwoon unexpectedly talks, startling you, “We all know why you are upset, it’s pretty obvious. What we don’t get is why you still want to be so fucking stubborn when everyone here is treating you like a friend. You’re not just a member of the group, Kyuhyun, you’re a friend. We’re all friends and if you can’t acknowledge that yet, then I don’t know what else we have to do.” He pauses for a second, long enough to take a sharp intake of breath, as if saying all this were hurting him too. “I thought you were smart, and naive, but I didn’t think you were stupid. There are no stupid people in Super Junior, keep that in mind.”
Once done with his monologue, he leaves the room, without even throwing one last glance at you. You did catch the provocation in his words, yet there was a hint of care underlying them. Much to your surprise, the tears stopped falling, your face is burning hot now. Ryeowook squeezes your thigh, managing to avert your attention on him.
“Kyuhyun-ah, we know you have not been in Super Junior for three-hundred days…” his eyes boring into yours, and you can feel his breath on your face, “but you struggled with us for one-hundred and two days, and that is enough for us to want to have you in the other room and enjoy your company.”
Your eyes widen considerably at that, taken aback by the fact that he had kept count of something you thought didn’t matter to him, and the rest of the boys, at all. You don’t know yourself how many days it had been since you joined the group. Ryeowook really was a good friend, Jongwoon was right. How could you be so stupid, so blind?
“You can be the magnae…” Ryeowook tries to make you laugh, “but you’ll have to call me hyung, just once.” He successfully manages to make you snort a little due to your stuffed nose. His eyes twinkle beautifully upon seeing your reaction, his smile widening more than humanly possible, but it doesn’t surprise you anyway, he’s an angel, rules don’t apply to him. Someone this pure can’t be human.
The room is enveloped in a thin silence as you feel trapped under the older boy’s stare. He looks at you expectantly, he seems honest. You know he would never lie to you when you’re upset. You hesitate a little as he rises from his position on the bed and stretches his arms out towards you, waiting for you to grab each one of those tiny hands. Sighing in defeat, yet feeling happy like you’ve never been before, you reach for his hands and let them pull you off the bed and on your feet. Then, he pushes you lightly towards the bedroom door, smiling in contentment, waiting for you to twist the doorknob.
“Whoa… Kyuhyun!” his shriek nearly makes you jump.
“Y-yeah?” You stop in your tracks as you were opening the door, leaving it ajar. You wonder for a second what may have caused such a reaction from him, yet you aren’t sure whether you want to know now, because you already have an idea of what it could be.
“When are you going to do something about that big butt of yours?" he chirps teasingly, poking one of your butt cheeks before dashing towards the door and running off tittering like a girl.
You just laugh at his innocence, and you know the fans love your butt anyway, thus you won’t make a big deal out of it. You aren’t as picky as Sungmin after all. Ryeowook’s words are soon forgotten as you make your way to the living room, where the other members have started thrusting their hips nearly in your face as they sing ‘U’, replacing the word girl with your name, totally killing the melody.
Amidst all this chaos, you think you can hear Youngwoon’s voice from the kitchen. “Kyuhyun, you’re an idiot!” He says laughing, but you smile, like an idiot, of course.
“It was about time!” Another voice you recognize as Siwon’s says, as two strong arms encircle your waist and pull you towards the taller, warm body behind you. “You’re just in time for the games! We’re playing with the PSP, the winner gets cake!”
His fingers gently tilt your chin towards the kitchen, just as Jungsoo is coming out holding a cake, the numbers 300 and 102 clearly written on it with chocolate syrup. “Wanna join the game?” he winks at you as he settles the cake on the floor.
Tears of happiness start tracing a path down your cheek once more, but this time, this time you don’t need to wipe them away. Let them witness your tears.
★
ryeowookitis
Last time I actually finished writing a fanfiction was well over two years ago, and this is actually my first time writing a 2nd person narrator story. I got the idea for this fic today while I was cleaning my room, and wrote it tonight out of the blue. Nothing spectacular, yet decent - I merely wanted to write something for the boys’ anniversary. ^^ I’m posting it now because I know that if I waited until tomorrow morning I would just delete it, lol (although it's 6 AM already!)
NB. This quote ' When are you going to do something about that big butt of yours?' is based on true facts.
Ryeowook always tells Kyuhyun that he has a big, round butt. He confessed it on a radio show recently.
The eternal magnae is evil. ♡ This is what made me want to write the story~
Author: kyuppuccino
Focus: Kyuhyun, hint of Yesung / Ryeowook.
Rating: PG (curse words)
Summary: it’s Super Junior's 300th day, all of the boys, but one, celebrate the anniversary.
Word-count: 2154 words.
Comments: at the bottom of the page.
You can hear them sing at the top of their lungs and laugh in their drunken state all the way from your room, even though the door is locked and your radio is blasting random songs at an insanely high volume. You have hopelessly tried to suffocate the loud noises coming from the living room, but they’re still too loud for you to ignore them. You think you’d rather listen to the moans and screams of a couple having sex, instead of this. Why? Because longing for sex would simply make your body hurt physically, but this… this makes your heart ache, and nothing can fix it. Nothing, or so you think.
You do want to be there with them, more than anything else, yet you feel like you don't have the right to join them in their celebrating adventures - you just can’t, it’s so obvious. You weren’t there since the beginning, you only saw them on television and although you watched every performance, you were nothing more than a stranger to the group. You remember thinking that, even though the idea of a twelve member group was stupid, those guys had the guts to try something that crazy, and you respected them for being brave enough to take such a risk. Soon after the idea of a ridiculously crowded group didn’t sound that ridiculous anymore, at least to you; each and every one of those boys had talent and you were actually envious of them. You wanted your chance too.
Your chance unexpectedly came seven months later the group’s debut, and the news shocked you to the point that you pulled through numerous sleepless nights. Should I accept, or not? The thought tortured you for so long that one day you realized your fingernails were nearly non-existent. You had never bitten your fingernails before. You still think you made the right decision, and you’re happy, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. However, you weren’t there with them when they were shedding tears and suffering due to the seemingly never ending training years. You are and yet are not part of Super Junior.
Out of the blue, you realize that you’re crying, but you don’t understand why exactly. This was your goal, your achievement, your dream. Why the tears, then? You don’t even bother to wipe at them, because no one is there to see you, or to ask you why you are crying anyway. You just wrap your arms around your legs loosely, and let your head rest on them, waiting for whatever is upsetting you to go away and leave you the fuck alone.
Deep down you think you know what is upsetting you. Actually, you do know, but you pretend you don’t. It’s not working though, you tell yourself. And, honestly, it really isn’t working, because images of what may be taking place in the other room begin to haunt you in the span of a millisecond. You feel left out, lonely and out of place. You feel like you don’t belong here in this house right at this moment, yet you don’t want to leave.
You tell yourself that you are happy. You are genuinely happy to be part of Super Junior, but every time the group wins an award or celebrates anniversaries, you try to go as unnoticed as possible. You hide at the side or back of the stage, further apart from the rest of the members; well, at least you try to, because your gigantic height definitely doesn’t go as unnoticed as you wish. This is why you can sigh in relief once you’re in your room at the dorm, safe, and alone, waiting for everything to be over and back to normal.
The distinct sound of your growling stomach distracts you a little from your overwhelming thoughts, but only a little. You wish it were tomorrow already… when another day will be added to the three-hundred that your fellow members spent together, and that single extra day will make today’s celebration lose all of its importance. Only a few more hours, I can do this, I can endure it.
Suddenly, the door of your room slides wide open and you realize it merely because the noises from the living room grow louder for a moment, until two giggling boys slip in holding hands and close the door behind their back. One of them turns the radio off as the other quietly walks towards your bed, but you don’t want to look up just yet because your eyes are still brimming with tears. And you bet they’re red and puffy. And your nose becomes a funny shade of crimson when you cry, but whose nose doesn’t after all? You don’t want them to see that you are crying, you want to present them with your contagious smile and big, sparkling black irises as you always do.
Your face is still hidden and you find that it’s the perfect chance to wipe your tears without them noticing. You exhale deeply, but silently, as you gradually start peeking at the two forms before you from behind your arms. The corner of your lips pull up at an awkward angle, baring your perfect teeth unnaturally, but you hope it’s convincing enough to grant you the freedom you so much wish for. Sadly, all of your efforts last only for a good split second, before you start bawling and crying your eyes out at the sight of their sincerely smiling faces.
What the hell is wrong with me?, you ask yourself, because you thought you were stronger than this, really. You just can’t believe you gave in to the sorrow so quickly and easily. All you had to do was fake a quick smile and they would’ve left you alone. Left you alone. Again. It’s ok. It will be ok.
Your mind is a whirlwind of funny emotions and you can barely make out a measly rational thought that could let you get away with the pathetic crying that you can’t seem to be able to control any longer.
You curse under your breath, because you didn’t really want them to see that you, too, are weak. They exchange a few barely audible words and nod as they proceed to sit on either side of you, making the bed shift under their weight. You desperately want to ask them why they are here, yet you want them to go away. Your mouth is dry and you don’t want your voice to crack on top of that, because your tears are doing a damn good job already at making you look miserable.
“Kyuhyun-ah…” Ryeowook speaks first; his sweet, soft voice calms you down instantly, like your mother’s lullabies. “What’s wrong?”
You turn to look at him, yet you avoid his eyes. You don’t answer him, because you don’t have a real answer in the first place and you know he asked you only because he wants to hear your voice. He knows, you can see it in his eyes, but honestly, you don’t know how to express your feelings without sounding pitiful and you don’t want to talk to him anyway!
A tingling sensation at the base of your neck catches your attention and you move just enough to see that the other boy is tickling your skin softly. Jongwoon hyung and his weird habits, you think, but the slightly warm body contact makes you feel a little reassured, and wanted. You wish he wouldn’t stop, and you fight the urge to lean into it.
“Kyuhyun-ah,” Ryeowook raises his voice a little as he places his hand on your thigh. “Come join us, what are you doing here by yourself? We have to celebrate our anniversary!”
Still refusing to utter a word, you can’t help but look at him with pleading eyes. You’re hoping he will catch on and let you be, but in all honesty, you’re coming off as a stray puppy that is in search of a warm shelter. You don’t want to play this game anymore, why can’t they just leave? You’re so tired; the tears are slowly consuming you.
“Listen,” Jongwoon unexpectedly talks, startling you, “We all know why you are upset, it’s pretty obvious. What we don’t get is why you still want to be so fucking stubborn when everyone here is treating you like a friend. You’re not just a member of the group, Kyuhyun, you’re a friend. We’re all friends and if you can’t acknowledge that yet, then I don’t know what else we have to do.” He pauses for a second, long enough to take a sharp intake of breath, as if saying all this were hurting him too. “I thought you were smart, and naive, but I didn’t think you were stupid. There are no stupid people in Super Junior, keep that in mind.”
Once done with his monologue, he leaves the room, without even throwing one last glance at you. You did catch the provocation in his words, yet there was a hint of care underlying them. Much to your surprise, the tears stopped falling, your face is burning hot now. Ryeowook squeezes your thigh, managing to avert your attention on him.
“Kyuhyun-ah, we know you have not been in Super Junior for three-hundred days…” his eyes boring into yours, and you can feel his breath on your face, “but you struggled with us for one-hundred and two days, and that is enough for us to want to have you in the other room and enjoy your company.”
Your eyes widen considerably at that, taken aback by the fact that he had kept count of something you thought didn’t matter to him, and the rest of the boys, at all. You don’t know yourself how many days it had been since you joined the group. Ryeowook really was a good friend, Jongwoon was right. How could you be so stupid, so blind?
“You can be the magnae…” Ryeowook tries to make you laugh, “but you’ll have to call me hyung, just once.” He successfully manages to make you snort a little due to your stuffed nose. His eyes twinkle beautifully upon seeing your reaction, his smile widening more than humanly possible, but it doesn’t surprise you anyway, he’s an angel, rules don’t apply to him. Someone this pure can’t be human.
The room is enveloped in a thin silence as you feel trapped under the older boy’s stare. He looks at you expectantly, he seems honest. You know he would never lie to you when you’re upset. You hesitate a little as he rises from his position on the bed and stretches his arms out towards you, waiting for you to grab each one of those tiny hands. Sighing in defeat, yet feeling happy like you’ve never been before, you reach for his hands and let them pull you off the bed and on your feet. Then, he pushes you lightly towards the bedroom door, smiling in contentment, waiting for you to twist the doorknob.
“Whoa… Kyuhyun!” his shriek nearly makes you jump.
“Y-yeah?” You stop in your tracks as you were opening the door, leaving it ajar. You wonder for a second what may have caused such a reaction from him, yet you aren’t sure whether you want to know now, because you already have an idea of what it could be.
“When are you going to do something about that big butt of yours?" he chirps teasingly, poking one of your butt cheeks before dashing towards the door and running off tittering like a girl.
You just laugh at his innocence, and you know the fans love your butt anyway, thus you won’t make a big deal out of it. You aren’t as picky as Sungmin after all. Ryeowook’s words are soon forgotten as you make your way to the living room, where the other members have started thrusting their hips nearly in your face as they sing ‘U’, replacing the word girl with your name, totally killing the melody.
Amidst all this chaos, you think you can hear Youngwoon’s voice from the kitchen. “Kyuhyun, you’re an idiot!” He says laughing, but you smile, like an idiot, of course.
“It was about time!” Another voice you recognize as Siwon’s says, as two strong arms encircle your waist and pull you towards the taller, warm body behind you. “You’re just in time for the games! We’re playing with the PSP, the winner gets cake!”
His fingers gently tilt your chin towards the kitchen, just as Jungsoo is coming out holding a cake, the numbers 300 and 102 clearly written on it with chocolate syrup. “Wanna join the game?” he winks at you as he settles the cake on the floor.
Tears of happiness start tracing a path down your cheek once more, but this time, this time you don’t need to wipe them away. Let them witness your tears.
★
ryeowookitis
Last time I actually finished writing a fanfiction was well over two years ago, and this is actually my first time writing a 2nd person narrator story. I got the idea for this fic today while I was cleaning my room, and wrote it tonight out of the blue. Nothing spectacular, yet decent - I merely wanted to write something for the boys’ anniversary. ^^ I’m posting it now because I know that if I waited until tomorrow morning I would just delete it, lol (although it's 6 AM already!)
NB. This quote ' When are you going to do something about that big butt of yours?' is based on true facts.
Ryeowook always tells Kyuhyun that he has a big, round butt. He confessed it on a radio show recently.
The eternal magnae is evil. ♡ This is what made me want to write the story~