These Scars Bear Who You Are [Re-Post]
Title: These Scars Bear Who You Are
Author: xrosepetalsx insanityplays
Rating: Pg-13
Pairing: KRY (Kyuhyun/Ryeowook/Yesung)
Characters: KRY
Summary: Kyuhyun hates his scars.
Warning: Angst, Hurt/Comfort
Disclaimer: I do not own.
Staring in the mirror when he was just out of the shower was something Kyuhyun generally hated to do, but there were those times he did it anyway. With the transaction from heated water to cold air, Kyuhyun’s body appeared paler then normal, and the livid scars that were the only physical memory of the car crash were stark against him.
They were normally pale and unable to be seen unless you knew where they were, unless you looked for them, but now they were puckered and pink, bright outlines on finally healed skin. They appeared more grotesque now, and made him cringe in memory.
Just looking at them made him hate them. He hated the puckered outlines, hated the memories they bore, wanted nothing more then to make them disappear altogether.
They were unnatural. They shouldn’t be there. They were hideous.
He glared at them and pressed fingers over long scars, trying to hide them from view, but he only had two hands, could only reach so far and cover so much. Dropping his hands in frustration he growled at his reflection, taking his arms and pressing them up against the mirror to block out the fact that they were there.
If he looked down, he would only be disappointed, because they would still be there. A stark memory engraved in his skin.
The door opened slowly, but Kyuhyun didn’t turn to see who it was. He didn’t care, didn’t want to let his arms drop to show the signs of his marred skin to his eyes. He didn’t want to look away from the reflection of his own heated eyes.
“Ryeowook,” Kyuhyun heard Yesung call, but still didn’t turn. He heard the soft footsteps of someone else coming closer, and sighed as he closed his eyes. He knew they were both in the doorway, watching him deny who he was.
Arms wrapped around him from behind, strong and secure. He knew them as Yesung’s. Another pair wrapped around his neck, a body moving to stand in front of him and forcing his arms down and away from the mirror. He knew these soft ones to be Ryeowook’s.
He didn’t fight against them, knew they wouldn’t let him go, but still refused to open his eyes, to let himself see the scars that marred his body. He felt gentle lips on his chest, kissing down the length of one of the longer scars, and shivered. Fingers from behind traced the outline of one of the more rigged ones, only smooth when warm.
He hated that they could do this to him as he opened his eyes. He turned his head to look at Yesung, face strong in the way Kyuhyun couldn’t be, and warm with affection and love.
“They are a part of who you are now, Kyuhyun,” he murmured, pressing his lips softly to Kyuhyun’s, stilling any protest he might make.
“And we love every one of them because of that,” Kyuhyun shook his head at Ryeowook’s voice, but Ryeowook’s fingers were insistent on his chin, turning his face so he could press his lips softly against his also.
“They remind of us of the time we could have lost you,” Ryeowook whispered again when he pulled away, and Kyuhyun felt his eyes fill with tears at his own memories, the coming in and out of consciousness, the black abyss that had always been filled with memories of his two lovers.
“They remind us that you’re alive,” Yesung said against his chin where he was pressing soft kisses. Kyuhyun couldn’t help but shiver against them, Ryeowook’s lips back to reverently tracing scars.
“We love you,” they said in unison, the warm pad of Yesung’s fingers wiping away the tears that were slipping down his cheeks, turning his head to kiss him again, this time passionately and filled with love.
Ryeowook’s fingers slipped lower, to nether regions still uncovered, and Kyuhyun could only hope the door was closed when his moan filtered through the kiss.
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Author: xrosepetalsx insanityplays
Rating: Pg-13
Pairing: KRY (Kyuhyun/Ryeowook/Yesung)
Characters: KRY
Summary: Kyuhyun hates his scars.
Warning: Angst, Hurt/Comfort
Disclaimer: I do not own.
Staring in the mirror when he was just out of the shower was something Kyuhyun generally hated to do, but there were those times he did it anyway. With the transaction from heated water to cold air, Kyuhyun’s body appeared paler then normal, and the livid scars that were the only physical memory of the car crash were stark against him.
They were normally pale and unable to be seen unless you knew where they were, unless you looked for them, but now they were puckered and pink, bright outlines on finally healed skin. They appeared more grotesque now, and made him cringe in memory.
Just looking at them made him hate them. He hated the puckered outlines, hated the memories they bore, wanted nothing more then to make them disappear altogether.
They were unnatural. They shouldn’t be there. They were hideous.
He glared at them and pressed fingers over long scars, trying to hide them from view, but he only had two hands, could only reach so far and cover so much. Dropping his hands in frustration he growled at his reflection, taking his arms and pressing them up against the mirror to block out the fact that they were there.
If he looked down, he would only be disappointed, because they would still be there. A stark memory engraved in his skin.
The door opened slowly, but Kyuhyun didn’t turn to see who it was. He didn’t care, didn’t want to let his arms drop to show the signs of his marred skin to his eyes. He didn’t want to look away from the reflection of his own heated eyes.
“Ryeowook,” Kyuhyun heard Yesung call, but still didn’t turn. He heard the soft footsteps of someone else coming closer, and sighed as he closed his eyes. He knew they were both in the doorway, watching him deny who he was.
Arms wrapped around him from behind, strong and secure. He knew them as Yesung’s. Another pair wrapped around his neck, a body moving to stand in front of him and forcing his arms down and away from the mirror. He knew these soft ones to be Ryeowook’s.
He didn’t fight against them, knew they wouldn’t let him go, but still refused to open his eyes, to let himself see the scars that marred his body. He felt gentle lips on his chest, kissing down the length of one of the longer scars, and shivered. Fingers from behind traced the outline of one of the more rigged ones, only smooth when warm.
He hated that they could do this to him as he opened his eyes. He turned his head to look at Yesung, face strong in the way Kyuhyun couldn’t be, and warm with affection and love.
“They are a part of who you are now, Kyuhyun,” he murmured, pressing his lips softly to Kyuhyun’s, stilling any protest he might make.
“And we love every one of them because of that,” Kyuhyun shook his head at Ryeowook’s voice, but Ryeowook’s fingers were insistent on his chin, turning his face so he could press his lips softly against his also.
“They remind of us of the time we could have lost you,” Ryeowook whispered again when he pulled away, and Kyuhyun felt his eyes fill with tears at his own memories, the coming in and out of consciousness, the black abyss that had always been filled with memories of his two lovers.
“They remind us that you’re alive,” Yesung said against his chin where he was pressing soft kisses. Kyuhyun couldn’t help but shiver against them, Ryeowook’s lips back to reverently tracing scars.
“We love you,” they said in unison, the warm pad of Yesung’s fingers wiping away the tears that were slipping down his cheeks, turning his head to kiss him again, this time passionately and filled with love.
Ryeowook’s fingers slipped lower, to nether regions still uncovered, and Kyuhyun could only hope the door was closed when his moan filtered through the kiss.
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