[drabble] 40 kinds of sadness, 1/1
40 kinds of sadness
super junior k.r.y. | friendship/hurt/comfort | pg-13
it’s too much, and they all know it.
They sit in the hospital room quietly. The anxiety and apprehension has long since dissipated, but the heavy feeling in the pit of their stomachs still hasn’t faded away.
It was bound to happen, wasn’t it? It was just a matter of who it happened to first.
Ryeowook stares at his hands as he fiddles with his fingers. He hopes things will be okay. He hopes like hell that things will be okay.
Their manager walks into the room then, saying that they can go home for the night. They hesitate, but rise from their seats anyway, and slowly shuffle towards the door.
“Ah, Ryeowook, Yesung,” their manager says. “You two stay for a while. I want to talk about tomorrow’s schedule.”
A part of Ryeowook can barely believe him. After all of the commotion tonight, they’re still continuing with their schedule the next day? Even after-even after Kyuhyun-
He stares at the unconscious boy lying in bed, breathing quietly.
It was bound to happen. It was bound to.
Their manager briefs them about their schedules, and excuses himself to use the bathroom before taking them back to their dorm. Silence falls over them, and Ryeowook sits down in a chair, wringing his hands together. Yesung puts a hand on his shoulder. Usually, that brings some sort of peace to him, but not today-not tonight.
“It’s not fair,” he says, voice barely above a whisper. “We didn’t sign up for this.”
“Well, what did you expect?” But Yesung is anything but smug. “Being an idol is never easy.”
Yes, Ryeowook knew that-and he still does. He knows that being an idol isn’t easy. He knows that it’s tiring and hectic and stressful-but he had never imagined this. Never imagined working until the early hours of the morning, barely getting any sleep-pushing and pushing and pushing still, until one of them-Kyuhyun-can’t even physically handle it anymore and collapses.
He still hasn’t woken up yet.
And then, Ryeowook wonders faintly, when was the last time he’s seen his family? When was the last time he actually sat down and had dinner with them, and talked and laughed like they did when he was younger?
They can’t even have a life. Can’t even date. Can’t even meet up with old friends and spend an afternoon together.
It’s only when Yesung’s kneeling in front of him, hand cradling his face, that he realizes he’s crying. He’s crying, dammit-this is all so stupid. They weren’t made for this. They weren’t made to be invincible.
“Sh,” Yesung hushes, wiping his tears away. It isn’t a gentle touch, like Ryeowook hoped it would be-but it’s rough and hasty, like he’s just as afraid (terrified) as he is. He swallows the uncomfortable lump in his throat, staring at the older boy.
This is it, isn’t it? This is their life.
“I hate this,” he whispers angrily. “I hate this.”
“No you don’t,” Yesung replies without hesitation. “You don’t.”
“No, hyung.” Ryeowook jerks back from his touch. “I hate this.”
The older boy sighs, with a weariness that Ryeowook has never seen in him. Yesung-the bright, shining, funny Yesung-is worn around the edges. Yesung is capable of falling apart, too.
“You don’t,” he repeats firmly, leaning forward and pressing his lips to Ryeowook’s forehead. He feels the tenderness behind the action, but his heart is too tired to appreciate it. “Things will get better. They always do.” Ryeowook only keeps quiet out of respect for the older boy. He sits there, tired, exhausted-waiting for their manager to return so they can go home. So he can sleep, and wake up, realizing that all of this is just some horrid dream.
Yesung sits down on the floor, head resting in Ryeowook’s lap. Both of them nearly doze off, when they hear shuffling that pierces the air like a knife.
Kyuhyun sits up, rubbing his eyes a little. “Hyung,” he says, voice hoarse, “don’t be like that.” He’s looking directly at Ryeowook, and he wonders just how long he’s been awake for. There’s always been an air of mystery with Kyuhyun-Ryeowook never knows what to expect. Part of him isn’t even surprised that he’s awake.
“I’m not being anything,” he retorts, half because Kyuhyun’s actually younger than him, and half because he currently really hates the world.
Kyuhyun runs his fingers through his disheveled hair. Ryeowook feels Yesung shift on his lap, so he can see the youngest one. “I’m fine, really,” Kyuhyun says-but he doesn’t smile. “In fact, this is good. Now I can properly rest.”
If this is what it takes to get proper rest-
Kyuhyun sings softly-his voice is hoarse and he’s a little flat, but it’s okay, because he’s weak and tired and dammit, they’re all weak and tired. He sings one of their favorite songs that they perform as Super Junior K.R.Y.-one that moved them deeply when they first heard it.
Yesung looks up when Ryeowook’s tears land on his cheek.
“Stop being so silly,” he says, breaking Kyuhyun’s focus from his singing. Yesung stands up and kisses Ryeowook again-this time, his damp cheeks, as if kissing the tears away. “We love you, Ryeowook-ah. Even when it’s not fair and when you hate it more than anything else in the world, we still love you.”
Ryeowook looks at Kyuhyun with a blurry vision, seeing the younger boy nod in confirmation. Quiet though he is, he is still sincere.
They love him. They love him.
And maybe that’s okay.
super junior k.r.y. | friendship/hurt/comfort | pg-13
it’s too much, and they all know it.
They sit in the hospital room quietly. The anxiety and apprehension has long since dissipated, but the heavy feeling in the pit of their stomachs still hasn’t faded away.
It was bound to happen, wasn’t it? It was just a matter of who it happened to first.
Ryeowook stares at his hands as he fiddles with his fingers. He hopes things will be okay. He hopes like hell that things will be okay.
Their manager walks into the room then, saying that they can go home for the night. They hesitate, but rise from their seats anyway, and slowly shuffle towards the door.
“Ah, Ryeowook, Yesung,” their manager says. “You two stay for a while. I want to talk about tomorrow’s schedule.”
A part of Ryeowook can barely believe him. After all of the commotion tonight, they’re still continuing with their schedule the next day? Even after-even after Kyuhyun-
He stares at the unconscious boy lying in bed, breathing quietly.
It was bound to happen. It was bound to.
Their manager briefs them about their schedules, and excuses himself to use the bathroom before taking them back to their dorm. Silence falls over them, and Ryeowook sits down in a chair, wringing his hands together. Yesung puts a hand on his shoulder. Usually, that brings some sort of peace to him, but not today-not tonight.
“It’s not fair,” he says, voice barely above a whisper. “We didn’t sign up for this.”
“Well, what did you expect?” But Yesung is anything but smug. “Being an idol is never easy.”
Yes, Ryeowook knew that-and he still does. He knows that being an idol isn’t easy. He knows that it’s tiring and hectic and stressful-but he had never imagined this. Never imagined working until the early hours of the morning, barely getting any sleep-pushing and pushing and pushing still, until one of them-Kyuhyun-can’t even physically handle it anymore and collapses.
He still hasn’t woken up yet.
And then, Ryeowook wonders faintly, when was the last time he’s seen his family? When was the last time he actually sat down and had dinner with them, and talked and laughed like they did when he was younger?
They can’t even have a life. Can’t even date. Can’t even meet up with old friends and spend an afternoon together.
It’s only when Yesung’s kneeling in front of him, hand cradling his face, that he realizes he’s crying. He’s crying, dammit-this is all so stupid. They weren’t made for this. They weren’t made to be invincible.
“Sh,” Yesung hushes, wiping his tears away. It isn’t a gentle touch, like Ryeowook hoped it would be-but it’s rough and hasty, like he’s just as afraid (terrified) as he is. He swallows the uncomfortable lump in his throat, staring at the older boy.
This is it, isn’t it? This is their life.
“I hate this,” he whispers angrily. “I hate this.”
“No you don’t,” Yesung replies without hesitation. “You don’t.”
“No, hyung.” Ryeowook jerks back from his touch. “I hate this.”
The older boy sighs, with a weariness that Ryeowook has never seen in him. Yesung-the bright, shining, funny Yesung-is worn around the edges. Yesung is capable of falling apart, too.
“You don’t,” he repeats firmly, leaning forward and pressing his lips to Ryeowook’s forehead. He feels the tenderness behind the action, but his heart is too tired to appreciate it. “Things will get better. They always do.” Ryeowook only keeps quiet out of respect for the older boy. He sits there, tired, exhausted-waiting for their manager to return so they can go home. So he can sleep, and wake up, realizing that all of this is just some horrid dream.
Yesung sits down on the floor, head resting in Ryeowook’s lap. Both of them nearly doze off, when they hear shuffling that pierces the air like a knife.
Kyuhyun sits up, rubbing his eyes a little. “Hyung,” he says, voice hoarse, “don’t be like that.” He’s looking directly at Ryeowook, and he wonders just how long he’s been awake for. There’s always been an air of mystery with Kyuhyun-Ryeowook never knows what to expect. Part of him isn’t even surprised that he’s awake.
“I’m not being anything,” he retorts, half because Kyuhyun’s actually younger than him, and half because he currently really hates the world.
Kyuhyun runs his fingers through his disheveled hair. Ryeowook feels Yesung shift on his lap, so he can see the youngest one. “I’m fine, really,” Kyuhyun says-but he doesn’t smile. “In fact, this is good. Now I can properly rest.”
If this is what it takes to get proper rest-
Kyuhyun sings softly-his voice is hoarse and he’s a little flat, but it’s okay, because he’s weak and tired and dammit, they’re all weak and tired. He sings one of their favorite songs that they perform as Super Junior K.R.Y.-one that moved them deeply when they first heard it.
Yesung looks up when Ryeowook’s tears land on his cheek.
“Stop being so silly,” he says, breaking Kyuhyun’s focus from his singing. Yesung stands up and kisses Ryeowook again-this time, his damp cheeks, as if kissing the tears away. “We love you, Ryeowook-ah. Even when it’s not fair and when you hate it more than anything else in the world, we still love you.”
Ryeowook looks at Kyuhyun with a blurry vision, seeing the younger boy nod in confirmation. Quiet though he is, he is still sincere.
They love him. They love him.
And maybe that’s okay.