Fic: KyuMin Drabbles
Title: KyuMin Drabbles
Author: Dan
Pairing: KyuMin
Rating: PG13-PG15
Trophy
You were his trophy. Most of the people you knew always told you that. They didn’t understand your relationship, though. None of them saw behind the closed doors where you and Kyuhyun always hid. Because in the safety of you home, you were loved. He took care of you with all his heart. Maybe you were a trophy, the most important one in his life.
Wire
You were appointed as head of the props crew for your next production. And your super gay of a director decided that all the props to be used would be made of WIRES. Yes, wires. You wanted to yell at him over and over. To tell him that what he wanted was impossible. Why on earth would he want everything be made of wires?
“Yah! Are you insane?” you found yourself confronting him. “Don’t you know how hard it is?”
“Have you tried it yet?” he asked.
“No, but-“
“Then, why don’t you try it first?” he smirked at you before turning to leave. “Oh! And the wires are in the stockroom.”
“Aish! You jerk!” But you couldn’t do anything but go ahead and do what he wanted.
Inside the paperbag that contained all the materials, you found a piece of folded paper. It read:
Yah! How come you’re so mad? I didn’t say that you’d be doing everything by yourself you know… I will help you. Bring the materials with you when come to my place. -Your Kyuhyunnie
Letters
The present is past,
The future is not yet,
The past is no more.
What is time?
Time is nothing…
The girl shifted through her parents’ stuff in the attic. It had been years since they had died but she just couldn’t find the courage to go up there. That day was different though. She woke up and, somehow, she felt as if that day was right to do what she wanted to do.
As she dusted box after box, and looking through them for things that she might want to keep, she found something that roused her curiosity. Among the many things there, she found a red velvet box. And when she opened it, letters dumped themselves on her lap. She unfolded on and read it thoughtfully.
January 7, 1999
My Kyuhyunnie,
How are you nowadays? I am afraid that I am missing you terribly. But how is your wife? I heard around here that she had already given birth to your child. I just wanted to congratulate you. You must be the happiest man on earth. I always knew that you wanted children. I am sorry that I couldn’t have given you that dream. I’m sorry that I took so much time in your life yet I wasn’t anything that could have made you happy. And, well, I guess this really is goodbye now.
I love you, forever
Lee Sungmin
She asked herself what it could have meant. Was it what she was thinking? Unfortunately, she’d never know for sure.
Juno
Ah! The day of the Grand Ball has finally arrived and the gods are now popping here and there. They appear by pairs or groups, but you are alone. All alone with no one to walk around with or talk to. You are alone and everything and everyone you are seeing add to that feeling of being left.
You were like the Roman Gods and Goddesses. He is your Jupiter, while you are his Juno. He is always up and about, looking for someone better-younger-than you to take to bed. And every time he does, you know that your heart dies a little even though you are immortal.
Sometimes you wish that you would. You wish that can die. At least the pain can stop. This is one of those instances. During which, you know that he is somewhere… in bed with another faceless creature writhing beneath him.
He is the present day Jupiter, the player and fickle minded god. Unfortunately, you are his Juno.
Light
Standing outside your hotel room, one night, you start to remember all those things that you once planned to do with him. A smile show itself on your face. Thinking about them really does make you happy and, somewhat, hopeful. Although you know that there is very little possibility for your Sungmin hyung to notice you in that way, he has Jongwoon hyung anyway.
However, you still can’t help your feelings for him. He has this something that you can’t seem to see in others. Sometimes, you think it’s his smile. Sometimes, it’s his pout. But most of the time it’s the high pitched wail he lets out when things don’t go his way. He glows, you conclude. He glows, just like in the movie. It’s as if a light surrounds him and makes everyone, including you, love him.