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under these gravel lines | broken!qmi, kyuhyun-centric | general!au | ~700w | gravel lines by amy seeley
under these gravel lines ; broken!qmi, kyuhyun-centric
Kyuhyun felt the world drop from his hands, "We're done." He imagined gravity taking over him or maybe it wasn't his imagination as his line of vision went to Zhou Mi's feet with labored breathing. "I'm sorry, but I can't take this anymore." He walks away briskly and pushes the door closed.
He figures out that he has gotten closer to the floor, his knees feeling cooler as he leans his head against the wall, twin rivers on each sides of his face, dripping to the floor. He's happy that there's only a few members at the dorm, but they're busy sleeping. Kyuhyun doesn't bother wiping away the salty, clear paint streaks; they're just going to come back. He whispers nonsense into the unforgiving silence.
What did I not notice? When did he start thinking something was wrong? Is it me? It is, isn't it; if it was him, he would've told me, right?
Kyuhyun doesn't know what to believe, whether it's the body next to him rubbing his back (he can't think who it could be, but he doesn't bother looking over... now that he thinks of it, the bony fingers might be Eeteuk) or that Zhou Mi's really left. He barely hears quiet hushing in his ear, his thoughts are too loud, but the tears have dried leaving tiny vertical deserts of cracked, evaporated tears.
The other calls out for someone else and they both help Kyuhyun to his feet, although Kyuhyun's not willing to walk because Zhou Mi's feet were right there and he doesn't really want to leave his spot that's now warm and has a small pool of water in front of him; he doesn't recognize what it is until he realizes that he has no idea how long he's been sitting there. He could've been sitting for minutes, hours, days, months and never have known, but he slowly reaches for his face and finds it to be the same as it should be.
The door opens to his room and his roommate stands in suprise and says something, but Kyuhyun doesn't bother hearing it, he can't hear it; he only sees his mouth moving, his tongue pushing off from the roof of his mouth as he replays it from memory:
"We're done."
He knew they wouldn't last forever, but he hoped that he wouldn't feel like this. It seems that a long period of denial only makes the feelings stronger, Kyuhyun thinks. He peers over to the ones setting him on the bed and realizes that the band is crowded in the room because "Why is Kyuhyun crying?" "He's seems out of it." "What happened?"
"Where's Zhou Mi?"
Kyuhyun looks away and closes his eyes harshly, only seeing the ones that are missing: Kibum, Youngwoon, Han Geng... Zhou Mi.
"Zhou Mi's not coming back." Kyuhyun whispers absentmindedly and the others gasp. Someone sits on the bed he recognizes as Heechul, "What do you mean." It's more of a statement, more like there's no way out of not saying anything.
"He said he hated it here, sick of putting on a facade of smiles and happiness. He went home." He finds them again, the tears, but they roll perpendicular to his cheeks since he's lying down. "Sick of me." Kyuhyun closes his eyes to push away the water that's leaking away. "He said that we were going to break apart anyway so he left." He sniffles and exhales, feeling a blockade in his throat.
"We'll just have to prove him otherwise, right?" The little violinist speaks up somberly, confidently.
"We'll always be Super Junior, no matter where all of us are or how old we get." Heechul grins because this is something he's always believed and always will.
"No matter if we have thousands of fans or no fans." Sungmin has a small smile painted on his face.
Kyuhyun cracks his eyes open to see (almost) everyone standing around the bed. He still doesn't feel in the mood to smile (he doesn't know when it'll come back), but it seems slightly easier to think about.
"We're Super Juni-" Eeteuk smiles. "-OR!"
You... you stole a page from the blanks
How do you weigh all of our fears
Typical, isn't it typical
That someone like me would invite you in