Mine
Title: Mine
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: Yesung/Ryeowook, Kyuhyun/Ryeowook, Sungmin
Prompt
1. well, you always knew that he was a little
"Sneak," Kyuhyun says, cracking his knuckles in the haphazard fashion Yesung still finds as uncharacteristic of him, "Ryeowook took my candy and didn't even own up to it."
"It's your fault for coddling him," Yesung says, patiently, as he goes through his cyworld in one of his rare fits of boredom and depression, the sad result of too much time and too little activities that eat up the bulk of his schedule -- at least, until the concerts start.
"You coddle him too," Kyuhyun accuses him, "and it was expensive candy from my sister! Do you know how hard it is to get anything out of that girl?"
I wouldn't know, Yesung thinks, but shakes his head, as if to say no.
2. off-beat and out of touch
Sungmin eyes Kyuhyun and Ryeowook as Ryeowook fusses over Kyuhyun in the dressing room, smoothing down the imaginary wrinkles of his shirt, his fingers lingering more than necessary. He waits until the stylist releases Yesung from her hold and hunts down Donghae to scold him for peeking outside and flirting with the other coordi noonas, and when Eunhyuk gets up from his seat beside Sungmin to go to the bathroom, Yesung takes his place.
"That's cheating," Sungmin says, clucking his tongue, and Yesung looks surprised, and a little irritated.
"He went to the bathroom," Yesung says, "and I'm older than both of you, so it's still fair game."
"No," Sungmin says, coloring slightly, "I meant, Ryeowook and Kyuhyun."
Yesung turns to look at the two of them, and then gives Sungmin an expression of pure disinterest. "What?"
"Aren't you two together?" Sungmin says, hiding his embarrassed smile behind his water bottle, and Yesung's mouth twitches.
"Whatever gave you that idea?" Yesung says, and Sungmin laughs weakly, a little confused all the same.
So it was okay, then.
3. you were never a poet but
one of these days you'd kiss him for real
slide your lips past his cheek and turn
away when he looks at you with fondness
you don't touch him in the quiet of your room
where there's loneliness to be had and no company
to take comfort in, no weak, garbled words
oh, oh, no skin to bruise with the insistence
of your teeth, shallow aches that pool
with uneasiness in your bones.
there's no limit to wanting, to dreaming
and letting the latent, unvoiced desires
that have no hope of being gratified
manifest anywhere else other than your mind;
this is the safest part of this story
where you can hide the want you confuse
sometimes with need, when all you want
is to pretend it's impermanent
and you could blame your physiology.
you loved him when you were twenty six and the years
taught you nothing, gave you no comfort in knowing
that there was something to be had beyond all this
past the rows and rows of strangers that loved
you and the boys you'd watched grow into men, that loved
other people so easily, you wondered
if he had loved you in the recording room,
in the vast expanse of the stadium,
in the hotels in foreign countries you'd forgotten
in the rise and fall of his chest
in the darkness of someone else's bed
did you know who he thought of?
don't do that.
don't do that.
4. this was your truth
-- You love him, don't you?
-- Yes. Yes.
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: Yesung/Ryeowook, Kyuhyun/Ryeowook, Sungmin
Prompt
1. well, you always knew that he was a little
"Sneak," Kyuhyun says, cracking his knuckles in the haphazard fashion Yesung still finds as uncharacteristic of him, "Ryeowook took my candy and didn't even own up to it."
"It's your fault for coddling him," Yesung says, patiently, as he goes through his cyworld in one of his rare fits of boredom and depression, the sad result of too much time and too little activities that eat up the bulk of his schedule -- at least, until the concerts start.
"You coddle him too," Kyuhyun accuses him, "and it was expensive candy from my sister! Do you know how hard it is to get anything out of that girl?"
I wouldn't know, Yesung thinks, but shakes his head, as if to say no.
2. off-beat and out of touch
Sungmin eyes Kyuhyun and Ryeowook as Ryeowook fusses over Kyuhyun in the dressing room, smoothing down the imaginary wrinkles of his shirt, his fingers lingering more than necessary. He waits until the stylist releases Yesung from her hold and hunts down Donghae to scold him for peeking outside and flirting with the other coordi noonas, and when Eunhyuk gets up from his seat beside Sungmin to go to the bathroom, Yesung takes his place.
"That's cheating," Sungmin says, clucking his tongue, and Yesung looks surprised, and a little irritated.
"He went to the bathroom," Yesung says, "and I'm older than both of you, so it's still fair game."
"No," Sungmin says, coloring slightly, "I meant, Ryeowook and Kyuhyun."
Yesung turns to look at the two of them, and then gives Sungmin an expression of pure disinterest. "What?"
"Aren't you two together?" Sungmin says, hiding his embarrassed smile behind his water bottle, and Yesung's mouth twitches.
"Whatever gave you that idea?" Yesung says, and Sungmin laughs weakly, a little confused all the same.
So it was okay, then.
3. you were never a poet but
one of these days you'd kiss him for real
slide your lips past his cheek and turn
away when he looks at you with fondness
you don't touch him in the quiet of your room
where there's loneliness to be had and no company
to take comfort in, no weak, garbled words
oh, oh, no skin to bruise with the insistence
of your teeth, shallow aches that pool
with uneasiness in your bones.
there's no limit to wanting, to dreaming
and letting the latent, unvoiced desires
that have no hope of being gratified
manifest anywhere else other than your mind;
this is the safest part of this story
where you can hide the want you confuse
sometimes with need, when all you want
is to pretend it's impermanent
and you could blame your physiology.
you loved him when you were twenty six and the years
taught you nothing, gave you no comfort in knowing
that there was something to be had beyond all this
past the rows and rows of strangers that loved
you and the boys you'd watched grow into men, that loved
other people so easily, you wondered
if he had loved you in the recording room,
in the vast expanse of the stadium,
in the hotels in foreign countries you'd forgotten
in the rise and fall of his chest
in the darkness of someone else's bed
did you know who he thought of?
don't do that.
don't do that.
4. this was your truth
-- You love him, don't you?
-- Yes. Yes.