[FIC] What's in a name: Kyuhyun

Title: What's in a name: Kyuhyun
Characters: Kyuhyun
Rating: G
Wordcount: 463
Summary: Keeping yourself together was the most important part.
A/N: I wrote the first drabble (which was Leeteuk's) on the 8th of May and since then have gradually written the others as well. It is one drabble a member. There are no plotlines, this is basically my positive fangirl view on what goes on in their minds I guess, and I just really enjoyed writing these out, although it sometimes was a major battle.

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Keeping yourself together was the most important part.

You never knew when life would throw more crap at you, right? It would always throw unexpected things at your head and surprise you with more nonsense the day after. Even when once you thought everything was going fine, it would all just crush into nothingness again. For that reason, he had made it his talent to stay calm under any circumstances in order to be prepared when things would turn out to go wrong. So far, it had worked pretty well and there had been no failures in his theory yet.

Unless one counted in the car accident of course.. But he definitely had the right to lose himself there. After all, who wouldn’t be overly happy about waking up out of a coma? Okay, it had hurt a bit, yet he had at least been awake then. Although it had been even more painful to see the worry, the shock, the happiness and the disbelief on his fellow members’ faces. They had given off the impression of having expected him to never wake up again and it was obvious that, when he had woken up, it had shocked them senseless.

He hadn’t been in that much danger, right?

Yes, there had been some bruises and scratches, but in the end, he had been fine. It had only hurt a little here and there when he practiced too hard or when he forced himself to reach his goal. Apart from that, he had hardly felt a thing. Right.. Who was he kidding? It had hurt like hell. When he walked, it felt like he had broken every possible bone in his body. Sitting down was like putting your butt on a chair full of needles. Hell, even simply breathing without anything else caused him to feel like a thousand knives were stabbed in his lungs. He had felt pain with every step he had taken.

Utter and excruciating pain.

Nevertheless, he wasn’t someone to complain. Having the chance to be on a stage with his hyungs had been all he cared for. He had worked hard to achieve that and had felt endlessly proud whenever he sang together with them. It was like life was all the much better when they were together up on stage, when they overflowed the stage. That’s why it was hard to be only twelve. Even harder to be only eleven. But now that it had gotten down to ten.. Well, he could only be glad that he had learned how to keep his cool about things. All that mattered was that, in the end, the same fourteen people that cried for him before, would still cry for him again..and he loved the bunch of big babies for that.