Title: Quiet Places
Characters: Yesung/Ryeowook
Rating: G
Wordcount: 608
Summary: Yesung misses hearing laughter.
A/N: So.. Yeah.. Still angsty? I really suck at happy lately. Sorry to my readers. But do enjoy. ♥
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One step. Two steps.
It was hard at first, going on even though so much had changed. He sought out the places where it was the least crowded, where they’d leave him alone. After all, they’d still give him those disapproving looks, even though many of them had told him they understood. He didn’t get why they pretended to care when it was so obviously fake – to anyone watching. But of course they did not understand, after all he had lied to them. Or better; he hadn’t told them the whole truth. He didn’t want their pity, their so called support. He was the silent resolve behind the group and he wanted to stay like that, even if it meant earning some of their anger. He could take it better than their tears anyway.
Three steps. Four steps.
Sometimes he’d go out to the park, wanting to see some of the world, wanting to escape the dark silence of the dorm. He’d watch the children play, watch the people walk their dog, watch people laugh together. That’s probably what he misses most; laughter. He misses the feeling of mirth, the happiness radiating from the joyful sound. Sometimes he wishes he could go back. To how it had been. To before he disappointed his members. Yet he knows it’s impossible, despite how much he wishes for it.
Five steps. Six steps.
He’s most often to be find in his room these days. It’s a nice place to be. He’s undisturbed by anyone, even if he still lives in the dorm. He’s relaxed, knowing that he’s unable to be surprised. When the door opens, he notices. When someone enters, he notices. When they don’t need him, they don’t come in. He likes his room best, where nothing or no one blames him for not participating in the fifth album. How can he? Besides, now that he stepped out, the others have more parts to sing, which leaves the rap parts for Kibum. There’s a good reason they asked the maknae to come back after all. But the rest of the members don’t understand, don’t get his reasons. They’re not supposed to either.
Seven steps. Eight steps.
A hand is put on his shoulder and he looks up into the smiling face of his roommate. The door is closed now and – for the first time in a long time – locked. He feels himself relax a little more, letting go of the painful feeling for a while. In return to his roommate’s smile he quirks his lips upwards and pretends there’s feeling behind it. The other doesn’t buy it of course. So he stops smiling and asks the question with his eyes.
“They asked me why you’re always in your room lately, never watching a movie with them, never having fun anymore.” He reads the words off his roommates lips, the higher pitched voice resounding in his mind like a flash of a memory.
“What did you say?” he questions, focusing on making his voice that perfect tone; understandable yet not too loud. His roommate smiles again and puts a hand on his shoulder as he sits down next to him.
“That you like quiet places.” Once again his eyes linger on the other’s lips and he marvels over the answer, letting it seep through his mind. And then he laughs, his chest trembling with his mirth, gasping for air in between the bursts of laughter. But soon it dies away as he sees the other laughing too and realises how much he misses laughter. He’d give anything to be able to hear it again.
To him, there’s nothing but quiet places.
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