genetics | Super Junior: one day, I'll get over you

Title: one day, I'll get over you
Fandom: Super Junior
Characters/Pairings: Kibum, Kihae
Rating: PG
Word Count: 672
Notes: this is for mei, who wanted tear-inducing kihae. besides it's like every kihae fic is for her anyway. ♥

people might call him a pessimist, but in the end, kibum's just realistic. he knows how to draw the line between what's within his grasp and what's not, knows the difference between wanting something in his head and actually reaching out to take hold of it, and he never lets himself tip over the edge and go too far.

donghae is an impossibility - all unpredictable hugs and bright smiles - and it makes something in kibum's chest ache when he sees him.

~

donghae dances like the beat of the music is inscribed in his bones. he's beautiful like this, confident, limbs fluid and heels kissing the ground as he moves around the room.

collapsing on the floor next to kibum when he's done, donghae grins, pushing sweaty hair out of his eyes. wait, he says suddenly, and jumps up to pop another cd into the player. I want you to listen to something.

it's a ballad, soft and nostalgically familiar even if kibum can't pinpoint where he's heard it before. donghae sings along. his voice isn't polished like ryeowook's or rich like kyuhyun's, but it's gorgeous all the same.

let's do it, let's fall in love, donghae laughs into his ear, and kibum shivers.

he barely stops himself from replying, I already have.

~

on kibum's birthday, donghae drags him out of the house in ridiculous disguises to watch a movie. kibum protests halfheartedly but puts on the wig and sunglasses he's given anyway. the movie is some sort of north american horror film, and ninety percent of it is spent watching guts and spleens spew across the screen, but donghae jumps at every clichéd plot device and ends up half in kibum's lap.

coming out of the theatre afterward, they're recognized by a group of squealing fangirls. kibum pauses for a second, not sure how to act now that their cover's been blown, but donghae grabs his hand, grins, and tells him to run.

they run and run until they're out of breath, and keep running even when the fangirls have been lost blocks back.

~

hey. donghae wakes him up at 4am in the morning, and kibum's looking up at him blearily when donghae leans down, something kibum has never seen before in his eyes. hey. kiss me.

kibum stares at him for a second, and later, he'll blame the fact that he was still half-asleep and caught off-guard. for now, he does.

eyes fluttering shut, donghae relaxes immediately into his touch, the way his legs tangle with kibum's an open invitation. kibum leans closer, unbuttons the top buttons of donghae's pajamas and traces his confessions into the junction of donghae's neck with his tongue.

the next day, kibum wakes first. he slips out of donghae's grasp without waking the other and leaves I'm sorry sitting on a post-it by the bedside table.

~

outside, it's raining.

donghae sits by the windows in his room, head resting against the adjacent wall. suddenly, he leans forward and breathes on the glass, finger darting out like a snake to trace and retrace 사랑 onto the windowpane. kibum watches as the cool air washes away the condensation, and before long, the glass is clear again.

turning and catching sight of him, donghae half-smiles. kibummie, do you believe in love?

kibum thinks of his family, of his filial duty, of how badly his mother wants a granddaughter to love and spoil.

no, he replies.

~

when donghae gets married at twenty-five, kibum is the best man. his bride is beautiful, with long hair and dancing eyes. she would make a wonderful wife and mother. when kibum tells her this, she gives an embarrassed smile, petite hand coming up to cover her laugh just like a proper korean girl.

~

winters in seoul are cold and unforgiving, and the chills have settled permanently into kibum's bones, even with the heater turned on to max.

in the middle of the night, he still remembers how warm donghae's smile used to feel against his lips.

fic started: July 25, 2009
fic finished: July 25, 2009

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