a/n: for a dear friend of mine, who asked for a fic based off of this. :)

Siwon was pouting. Again.

He loved acting, he really did, but he hated missing out on so many group activities. He hated missing the opportunity to go to other countries and see his brothers’ excitement, to hear their remarks, to see their faces when they tried new foods. He hated not being able to perform for the fans that meant so much to him and hear their screams. But, most of all, he really hated not being able to see Kyuhyun.

He missed those adorable ears, the ones he would giggle at and play with whenever Kyuhyun was getting his makeup done and couldn’t run away. He missed those sharp, piercing eyes that could completely drain him or fill him up with more emotion than he could handle. He missed the soft touches from long fingers running over his skin, conveying more than words ever could - or would. And he missed those sweet, plump lips that he longed to--

Suddenly the director looked up, pointing for him to move a foot to the left and rather effectively interrupting his daydream. “Let’s try that scene again!”

Siwon mentally groaned, but wiped the pout off his face for the moment, officially making up his mind to spend that particular night in the dorms.

---

It took another three hours to wrap up filming, much to Siwon’s dismay, and he nearly started cheering when he was finally told he could leave for the night. As it was, he thanked the staff with a too-large-for-his-face grin and dashed to his car (he gently patted the hood before sliding into the driver’s seat, muttering, “It’s not too cold, is it, Michael?”), driving as quickly as he could through the mostly-deserted Seoul streets toward the Super Junior dorms.

He didn’t live in the dorms - he hadn’t for years - but he frequented them and spent the night there more times than he could count, either curled up on the couch or an extra bed or, if he was lucky, with Kyuhyun.

The maknae would slip out of his own room on cold nights, grumbling about how Sungmin stole all the blankets he had intended to sleep with, and seek out Siwon. He would poke the older man’s arm until his eyes opened blearily and he would stare down at his hyung expectantly; with a lopsided smile, Siwon would roll over onto his back, letting Kyuhyun slip down under the covers next to him. When he thought that Siwon had fallen back asleep, Kyu would scoot a little closer to him, and they would, inevitably, wake up the next morning wrapped up in each other’s arms.

Siwon would always tease Kyuhyun on shows and Kyuhyun would tease Siwon, but they each knew where the other stood in their hearts.

With a yawn, Siwon parked his car and dashed out into the snow; the delicate white flakes had started falling on his way to the dorms. He paused for a minute, staring up into the sky and saying a quick prayer of thanks for the cold weather, before he headed up to the eleventh floor, desperately hoping that a certain snarky gamer would be there.

---

Even though he was about to fall asleep on his feet, Siwon made a quick pit stop in the kitchen before collapsing, grabbing a clear glass and filling it with water, downing it in two gulps. With a satisfied sigh, he leaned back against the counter, glancing around the kitchen. It was nights like these that he wished he did live with his brothers and didn’t have quite so many schedules. It would have been nice to come back and have a meal with them, then play games or watch the television until they started to head to their rooms one by one to catch a few hours of sleep. He shook his head slightly and, when he turned to put away his glass, something on the table caught his eye. Curious, he quietly slid over to it, his face almost immediately lighting up when he saw what it was.

It was a magnet, a bright red, blue, and yellow one with the letters ‘CH’ filling it up and ‘Chile’ neatly typed across a small white rectangle on the bottom. Underneath was a note on yellow paper and he recognized the scribbled handwriting immediately.


to: shiyuan

you weren’t there ㅠㅠ

-gyu-


Siwon delicately picked up the note, running his fingers over the letters formed there, and he found himself grinning like an idiot. Kyuhyun had remembered.

---

The maknae in question had a difficult time getting to sleep that night (and it frustrated him to no end that Sungmin had been able to fall asleep within seconds of his head hitting the pillow), so he heard the door when it opened at two in the morning. His ears immediately perked up and he listened to the footsteps as they headed toward the kitchen and then, after several long moments of silence, down the hall toward his room. He dove under his comforter and shut his eyes seconds before the door opened and he heard a soft “thanks, baby Kyu” sound throughout the room.

He didn’t open his eyes until the door had closed once again.

---

Siwon found himself crashing on the extra bed in Jongwoon’s room. The older man had a habit of sleeping upstairs with Ryeowook anyway, so his room was often the one that Siwon would collapse in whenever he spent the night at the dorms. He cast a feeble glance toward the bathroom, for a brief moment contemplating taking a shower, before he fell down on the bed, curling up under the thick blanket on it and sighing contently. He would talk to Kyuhyun in the morning.

He was just beginning to nod off when he heard the door open and close and a quiet voice ring out as something jabbed him in the side: “Hyung.”

His eyes snapped open and he looked up at the figure looming over him and felt a smile overtake his face. “Kyu!” He lifted the edge of the blanket and watched as the tall man slipped underneath it, his brown hair sticking out in several directions and his eyes already drooping. “Cold?” he asked softly, and gently touched the younger man’s cheek when he received small shake of the head in response.

“Did you see your present?” Kyuhyun mumbled after a few minutes of silence. He knew the answer, but he wanted to hear it for himself.

“Yeah. Thank you, Kyu.” Siwon smiled brightly.

The younger man frowned, shoving his hyung slightly. “Just go to sleep,” he grumbled, yawning and turning over so that his back was facing the other’s chest. Siwon’s smile widened at Kyuhyun’s unspoken invitation and he wrapped his arms around the maknae’s waist, pulling him close.

“Sleep well,” he murmured, pressing his face into Kyu’s hair and breathing deeply; the other merely grunted slightly in response, but he was smiling.

---

Kyuhyun woke up in the morning to a cold, empty bed and he frowned, upset that Siwon had left without telling him goodbye. He stretched as he rolled off the bed, nearly missing the keychain and square of paper that had been placed oh-so-carefully beside him.


to: guixian

because i’m not there

-won-


Despite himself, Kyuhyun smiled; that was Siwon, the absolute king of cheesiness. He glanced down at the keychain, nearly laughing out loud when he saw that it had a picture of them together on one side and ‘I <3 U!’ on the other.

“Stupid hyung,” he muttered, but clutched it tightly as he wondered down the hall back to his own room. “I love you too.”