[fic]
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rating: PG
fandom: Super Junior
pairing: Kyuhyun/Yehsung/Ryeowook (KRY)
summary: This is just the way he likes things, it’s just about as perfect as a single moment can be.
comments: Christmas present for hoyah from miracle_ss
An arm slips around his shoulders, falls protectively across his body, and another slips its way around his waist, almost possessively so. He doesn’t mind, though. He snuggles up close to them both, an arm around one waist and a hand curled up inside another’s. The three of them couldn’t be more comfortable even if they tried.
It’s warm, being held by two people, and Ryeowook savours this feeling, treasures it. It’s something he never expected, but now that he has it, he never, ever wants to let go. His fingers curl, just a little, tighter around Yehsung’s, and his arm slips further around Kyuhyun’s waist, as if reaffirming his world, pulling the edges closer together. He doesn’t want any of this feeling to leak through, away, from him.
They’re quiet, all three of them, no sound to be heard apart from the soft, uneven rhythms of their breathing, out of order and out of sync with each other, Yehsung’s slow and steady, Kyuhyun’s rhythmic and even and Ryeowook’s a little faster and slightly shaky.
The fireplace in front of them is empty. It’s large and grand; the grate still tainted black from years of use, but empty. Not in Ryeowook’s mind, though. In his mind’s eye, he can see the fire logs piled on top of each other; see the yellows and reds as the flames dance elegantly over the wood; feel the heat, warm and pulsating, covering them all in blankets of comfort; hear the cheerful crackle as the flames lick at the logs.
The image is so forceful in his mind that for a moment he swears he can actually feel the heat of the fire washing over him in waves of warmth. The sensation pulls a sigh from between his lips, makes his eyes flutter closed for a moment or two. He doesn’t see or feel the two curious looks he’s coaxed from his companions, and he wouldn’t care even if he could.
Sometimes, Ryeowook thinks he can understand how those logs feel, needed, used, as fuel for the fire, completely consumed by the relentless flames. He used to think he wouldn’t like it, himself, to be used like that, used for heat, for comfort, for fuel, used up until only charred, blackened remains were left behind. Used to. But there’s more to it than that, he’s come to realise. The fire isn’t the only one to use; the logs are using the fire, too, using the fire to give it a purpose, a reason, a meaning.
He’s come to understand that without the logs, the fire has no fuel, can’t burn, and without the fire, the logs have no meaning, no use. They use each other, to both their advantages.
And he’s come to understand it’s the same between the three of them. At first, Ryeowook couldn’t understand it, thought he was just there. But he’s not, he’s more than that. He’s the fuel behind Yehsung and Kyuhyun, he keeps them both burning, blazing, keeps them alive, and in turn they both give Ryeowook warmth, comfort, a meaning.
Without them, without the steady, firm warmth they provide, Ryeowook feels useless, without purpose. But with them by his side he knows his place, where he belongs, what he has to do.
The thought makes him smile to himself.
“What’s the smile for?” Kyuhyun’s voice, soft and curious, whispers somewhere near Ryeowook’s ear.
His eyes open and he glances over at him. “Nothing,” he assures him.
Yehsung isn’t appeased, though, and nudges Ryeowook’s side with his elbow. “C’mon. If it’s worth smiling over, it’s worth telling us.”
Now he looks over at Yehsung, sees one of the faces that make him feel glad to be alive. “I was just thinking,” he explains, “about you two. Us.”
A slight smile twitches at Yehsung’s lips and Kyuhyun shifts himself even closer. “Oh really?”
Ryeowook nods, his smile widening. He can feel the soft tips of Kyuhyun’s fingers brushing slowly over his shoulder, feel the warmth of Yehsung’s body pressed close against his own, can hear the steady rhythm of Kyuhyun’s breathing by his ear and feel the warmth of Yehsung’s breath against the side of his neck.
This is just the way he likes things, it’s just about as perfect as a single moment can be. There might not be an actual fire burning merrily in the fireplace, but its warm enough between the three of them anyway.
“Yeah,” Ryeowook says softly. “Really.”
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rating: PG
fandom: Super Junior
pairing: Kyuhyun/Yehsung/Ryeowook (KRY)
summary: This is just the way he likes things, it’s just about as perfect as a single moment can be.
comments: Christmas present for hoyah from miracle_ss
An arm slips around his shoulders, falls protectively across his body, and another slips its way around his waist, almost possessively so. He doesn’t mind, though. He snuggles up close to them both, an arm around one waist and a hand curled up inside another’s. The three of them couldn’t be more comfortable even if they tried.
It’s warm, being held by two people, and Ryeowook savours this feeling, treasures it. It’s something he never expected, but now that he has it, he never, ever wants to let go. His fingers curl, just a little, tighter around Yehsung’s, and his arm slips further around Kyuhyun’s waist, as if reaffirming his world, pulling the edges closer together. He doesn’t want any of this feeling to leak through, away, from him.
They’re quiet, all three of them, no sound to be heard apart from the soft, uneven rhythms of their breathing, out of order and out of sync with each other, Yehsung’s slow and steady, Kyuhyun’s rhythmic and even and Ryeowook’s a little faster and slightly shaky.
The fireplace in front of them is empty. It’s large and grand; the grate still tainted black from years of use, but empty. Not in Ryeowook’s mind, though. In his mind’s eye, he can see the fire logs piled on top of each other; see the yellows and reds as the flames dance elegantly over the wood; feel the heat, warm and pulsating, covering them all in blankets of comfort; hear the cheerful crackle as the flames lick at the logs.
The image is so forceful in his mind that for a moment he swears he can actually feel the heat of the fire washing over him in waves of warmth. The sensation pulls a sigh from between his lips, makes his eyes flutter closed for a moment or two. He doesn’t see or feel the two curious looks he’s coaxed from his companions, and he wouldn’t care even if he could.
Sometimes, Ryeowook thinks he can understand how those logs feel, needed, used, as fuel for the fire, completely consumed by the relentless flames. He used to think he wouldn’t like it, himself, to be used like that, used for heat, for comfort, for fuel, used up until only charred, blackened remains were left behind. Used to. But there’s more to it than that, he’s come to realise. The fire isn’t the only one to use; the logs are using the fire, too, using the fire to give it a purpose, a reason, a meaning.
He’s come to understand that without the logs, the fire has no fuel, can’t burn, and without the fire, the logs have no meaning, no use. They use each other, to both their advantages.
And he’s come to understand it’s the same between the three of them. At first, Ryeowook couldn’t understand it, thought he was just there. But he’s not, he’s more than that. He’s the fuel behind Yehsung and Kyuhyun, he keeps them both burning, blazing, keeps them alive, and in turn they both give Ryeowook warmth, comfort, a meaning.
Without them, without the steady, firm warmth they provide, Ryeowook feels useless, without purpose. But with them by his side he knows his place, where he belongs, what he has to do.
The thought makes him smile to himself.
“What’s the smile for?” Kyuhyun’s voice, soft and curious, whispers somewhere near Ryeowook’s ear.
His eyes open and he glances over at him. “Nothing,” he assures him.
Yehsung isn’t appeased, though, and nudges Ryeowook’s side with his elbow. “C’mon. If it’s worth smiling over, it’s worth telling us.”
Now he looks over at Yehsung, sees one of the faces that make him feel glad to be alive. “I was just thinking,” he explains, “about you two. Us.”
A slight smile twitches at Yehsung’s lips and Kyuhyun shifts himself even closer. “Oh really?”
Ryeowook nods, his smile widening. He can feel the soft tips of Kyuhyun’s fingers brushing slowly over his shoulder, feel the warmth of Yehsung’s body pressed close against his own, can hear the steady rhythm of Kyuhyun’s breathing by his ear and feel the warmth of Yehsung’s breath against the side of his neck.
This is just the way he likes things, it’s just about as perfect as a single moment can be. There might not be an actual fire burning merrily in the fireplace, but its warm enough between the three of them anyway.
“Yeah,” Ryeowook says softly. “Really.”
- end -