Drabble Set Two

[xrosepetalsx]

Kyuhyun centric drabbles this time around lol <3 Nina wont write me more Kyusung so I’m doing it myself now, and Han was sick and I didn’t get to write her the Kyumi I promised so I’m doing it now.

Drabble Set Two

You are my comfort/xrosepetalsx/Kyusung/Pg-13/Nightmares, daymares, they haunt him everywhere he goes/571 Words

Crawling into bed that night somehow felt wrong to Kyuhyun. Knowing that he, not they, didn’t have a schedule tomorrow made him feel defeated and weak, something he hated above all else.

All week he’d been seemingly useless, unable to take as much as he had been before, unable to do more then the bare minimum without losing his breath, without feeling a wave of vertigo wash over him like the icy fingers of the tide at sea.

It made him want to slam his head into a wall, if only to make it stop. He hated the feeling, hated the pain that came with it, hated that the car crash had taken so much from him.

He hated that at times during practice, he felt claustrophobia clawing at his chest, making his vision swim and stealing the little breath he did have. The worst part was that it only really happened when he was doing nothing but sitting around.

They couldn’t, shouldn’t, be able to say it was because he was working too hard, and yet they did, taking even that little piece of consolation from him.

He’d spent endless months already laying in a hospital bed, unable to do anything but lie around and live in ever present memories that haunted him, the reflections doing nothing but slowly killing him, a suffocating weight on his mind.

He wondered if that was where the vertigo was coming from, wondered if it weren’t the anxiety and fear laced in his mind that was causing him to be so weak, something he hated oh so dearly.

Turning onto his side, Kyuhyun tried to find the haven of sleep, hoping no nightmares would afflict him tonight, to no avail.

He didn’t even have to sleep for those sometimes sightless memories to assail him. He could feel warm tears slipping down his cheeks already, could feel the claustrophobia pressing against his chest, the vertigo in his head like tiny pinpricks that warned him if he didn’t continue to breath normally he was going to pass out, not sure if he’d prefer that or not.

Kyuhyun could still remember the sidewalk with its pedestrians just as they had been through the passenger side window, could still remember hearing through the windows the sound of children’s laughter, and remembered smiling softly to himself at their innocence.

And then he remembered the sound tires made burning rubber, screeching against asphalt, the sound of metal crashing against metal, and then the dizziness that came from watching the street seemingly do somersaults.

Then all there was was the smell of blood, metallic and burning against his nose, and the pain, oh gawd the pain –

“Kyuhyun…” Yesung murmured as Kyuhyun shivered in memory. The voice would have startled him if he wasn’t already so attuned to it. He forced his body to still, unwilling to show weakness to the one who was unknowingly his strength. He hadn’t heard Yesung enter the room.

The covers were pulled back, the bed dipped, and then Yesung’s warmth was pressing up against his back, strong arms embracing him around the waist and pulling him even closer to a strong chest.

Kyuhyun sighed, allowing the tenseness that had been previously accumulating in his body to leave his muscles, relaxing against Yesung.

“Sleep now…” Yesung murmured, lips soft against his neck in a tender kiss, and Kyuhyun did, finding that he could sleep free of nightmares.

These scars bear who you are/xrosepetalsx/ot3: KRY/Pg-13/Kyuhyun hates his scars/664 Words

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.

I’ll be the on to care for you when you are sick/xrosepetalsx/Kyumi/Pg-13/Kyuhyun is the only one ever allowed to care for Zhou Mi when he is sick/559 Words

When Zhou Mi was sick, it was always Kyuhyun who insisted on taking care of him. No one else was ever allowed to touch him, because when Kyuhyun was sick, it was Zhou Mi who took care of him.

It was only fair that Kyuhyun did the same for him.

Ryeowook always whined about how it was unfair, how Kyuhyun refused to care for him when he was sick though before Zhou Mi came along it was always been Ryeowook who took care of Kyuhyun. Zhou Mi only ever laughed.

“It’s because he loves me. He’s just too afraid to admit it.” He would explain patiently while sipping at the tea Kyuhyun had made for him. Kyuhyun’s eyes would narrow and he would stalk out of the room, Zhou Mi and Ryeowook’s laughter trailing behind him.

He always tried to ignore how his heart would race in memory of Zhou Mi’s words.

It was on one of Zhou Mi’s sick days that Kyuhyun realized just how right Zhou Mi was. They were alone in the dorms, Zhou Mi stuck in bed with the sniffles and tea that Kyuhyun had made for him.

Kyuhyun was in his own room playing video games, trying to find a justified reason to go check on Zhou Mi. That’s when he felt the first cold tendrils that Zhou Mi was right. He sat frozen at the realization, allowing himself to die in the game without even realizing it.

After that first wave of fear at his own feelings, Kyuhyun scrambled from his seat to go make Zhou Mi some soup, remembering the other has asked for it earlier in the day and putting aside what he’d just realized about himself.

He wasn’t so great at cooking, but Zhou Mi would make due. Zhou Mi always made do when Kyuhyun took care of him, possibly because Zhou Mi knew better then to argue with him about who would take care of him.

Or perhaps there were other reasons Kyuhyun knew nothing about.

Shaking his head at the thoughts, Kyuhyun traveled back to Zhou Mi’s room with a warm bowl of soup in his hands, smiling affectionately to himself when he saw the sleeping Zhou Mi. He put the bowl of soup on his bedside table and shook him awake softly.

Zhou Mi smiled when he saw him, and took the soup gratefully.

“I was wondering if you would remember to make this for me.” He said with a giggle, and Kyuhyun almost wanted to hit him, but then he remembered what he’d discovered earlier and stayed quiet.

Zhou Mi looked up in confusion. “What’s up?” He asked. Kyuhyun only shook his head and sat down beside him on the pretense of waiting for the other to be finished with his soup. His eyes never strayed from Zhou Mi’s hands, suddenly overwhelmed with the want to hold them.

They looked strong and warm, despite being pale and thin. Zhou Mi laughed and put the bowl aside, noticing Kyuhyun’s preoccupation. Kyuhyun looked up at him, confused, and then Zhou Mi took his hand.

For a short moment, Kyuhyun felt warm, like he wanted to bury himself in Zhou Mi’s side. “I knew you were in love with me,” and just like, the allusion was destroyed and Kyuhyun hit him.

“Kui Xian! Why are you so mean to me!”
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Has anyone noticed my kink for a weak Kyuhyun yet? :D I always manage to find a way to make him cry <333 Or just generally make him cuddly, even if only for a moment. Still kind of hate these drabbles xD

*Edit: FUCK I'm so sorry Kyulyn D; I promised a spot for you on my next KRY and I totally forgot when I posted! <333's I'll make up for it, love ya!