The sun was beginning to hide behind the tall buildings of the city. It was beautiful light that showered the whole city but Kyuhyun couldn’t think of anything else than the really few people that were in the van. Donghae, Hangeng, Him. Yep, only them three.

Where had he left the we ? Well, technically and grammatically they are a ‘we’, but not thewe he thought. He scoffed and turned to the side, where the blue joined the decreasing orange of the sky. He thought this could be an opportunity to bond to the members, to get along, to befriend them, but there he is, sitting in the front of the van, Hangeng driving and Donghae in the back adding movement to the one the street’s bumps already enforce to the vehicle; maybe ask why it was only them could help, but sincerely, it didn’t fix it anyways, so no. The radio had a country song that made the atmosphere strange, as if they were survivors riding to a barn in a zombie apocalypse, except that the city was not destroyed nor empty.

The van was parked by a skillful Hangeng, just in front of the restaurant. The chinese member was still having troubles with his Korean, so he stayed behind them as they entered the place. As soon as the door was pulled open, the smell attacked their noses and the delighted noises they emitted compared to inappropriate ones.

-“It smells so good” the shortest of them, who was the first one to enter closed his eyes before walking to the counter and beyond it till he got to the Kitchen’s window, “3 of the usual, and 10 to go”

The man behind the counter stood confused about Donghae’s familiarity with the person back there, mirroring Kyuhyun’s expression, too. He guided the two members he brought to the table and seated himself. Kyuhyun did so too, his eyes not leaving the shorter. Donghae must come here often..

As soon as the order was ready a lady took them and delivered the smoky hamburgers to the table, with a smile. Donghae thanked the lady with the same gesture and he, together with the Chinese, started munching on them.

Kyuhyun laughed mentally, but he did the same eventually and his eyes widened at the greatness he felt in his mouth.

-“Aren’t they good” Donghae noticed Kyuhyun’s like for them, who blushed lightly before nodding to him, “We can’t take long here”

It was late and he had to take the orders home, but watching Kyuhyun eat happily by his side had his stomach doing strange flips he found himself confused about.

They talked a lot (even while munching), but the younger earned himself the bother to talk, because he was too busy thinking the things he should say. Thinking about the reason he asked him personally to come with him; maybe he wanted to randomly create bonds with the members, or maybe he asked the other’s but no one could and then he went to Kyuhyun. The disappointment appeared in his face although it was just a query of his. He sighed and kept on with his munching, his mind still wondering about whether he was the last option or not.

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Morning found the members up before the usual. The mood could be described as exciting and happy, but at the same time nervous. They got ready before than usual so there was a big space for eating breakfast in which the good mood flooded the random conversations. Nothing actually interesting but nothing boring either, they just went with the flow of their randomness.

Even though Kyuhyun was actually really happy, he couldn’t help but feel intrigued that Sungmin felt somewhat absent, his eyes always set in the mug of tea he was holding with delicate fingers, his untouched plate, his rare-to-see tousled hair and even rarer eye bags. Asking about the reason of that was an option immediately discarded though, and the most likely one was that he had to wait until God threw a paper with the reason on his face. In other words, Maknae doesn’t get to know what happens to Sungmin. It’s not that he doesn’t care, but his hyung is a kept to himself person, and even though he always smiles, his true feelings only Shindong knows. It’s a complicated person, but that’s what most attracts Kyuhyun.

-“HEY!” a great loud yell took him out of his reverie of thoughts, his disoriented eyes searching for the source of the voice, “pass me the butter” Kangin finally softened his tone, and Kyuhyun did as he said, thinking of the impoliteness of the bigger, and feeling ashamed that he was actually thinking that much of Sungmin.

He let out a sigh and finished his meal, along with another 12 eating beasts.

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The visit to SM was fast, so fast they had half of the day free, and it didn’t annoy them in the least. On top of that, there was the new about Don’t Don, the new album they were going to record. The melodies kept replaying in their minds, over and over. Prince Manager had made sure they remembered them so they could grow to love them before even recording them. That’s how he’d always worked, and it pretty much worked till now. After the meeting, he had made some members stay, among which Shindong, Eunhyuk, and Leeteuk were included. He first though about the reason being Radio star, the radio program they were currently recording, but then they would’ve called him, too. It was suspicious but he decided he shouldn’t be worked up for little things, and left without more thought.

-“we’re releasing a new album, we’re releasing a new album~” Donghae sing-songed in rhythm with his hand movements, laughing at his own derpiness.

-“Yah, say that when you’re done recording” a laughter showed itself, belying Kangin’s initial intention. He tsk’ed, in his face still remains of humor.

Eunhyuk saw a pair of doe-eyes locked in something, looking intently as his eyebrows lightly furrowed, which woke up his curiosity. Cold hands approached his shoulder, but before the touch was present, the other quickened his pace, leaving a stretched hand in the air, which he pulled down after. Wondering who he was looking so intently, he followed the direction he remembered him watching. His eyes showed a little bit of impression as Sungmin fixed his collar with a rather blank expression in the exact spot the mentioned eyes would be burning holes by now.

Was he..

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It’s 4:00 pm, a great hour for going out, not for dinner though. He had been given a schedule for Radio Star now, it was nocturne but does it matter? He was included in group activities (Thanks to Prince Manager, but he was) and that nothing could overshadow, unless Sungmin was sad, which seemed like possible. His smile decreased its curve, thinking about the problem Sungmin was surrounded by. He still wanted to go out, but now his head would be bothering with the matter all day. It sounded less attractive but counting on his hyungs, which he didn’t think hate him anymore, he was happy to go. Donghae was the first one to invite him out, not only him this time, no; this time, impressively, all of them were to join, even the loner Kibum, even the grumpy Kangin, even the homelike Hangeng.

The streets of Seoul were poorly journeyed that evening, as if the city had been reduced to half its population. The sun was brighter than normally, contrasting the first fact. The chatter filled every space they occupied since the moment they were to leave the dorms, till they were safely in their destination: the ski park.

It was the youngest favorite place to visit on his birthday, and also in Christmas, and sometimes, in family trips. Yeah, he loooved ski parks. A great coat of the whitest snow ever, covering the whole place as if it was a silk blanket. The feeling of warmth he feels in his chest even though his skin collides with the opposite sensation. The giggles and the adrenalin. It all mixes up in a very pleasant experience to him, so it’s no wonder he was the most excited. Since his 6 years (his first time coming to a ski park) he fell in love with all of it. Absolutely everything. He’s always loved doing tilts, falling and getting up, climbing up all the way up just to throw himself again to the white gradient. This time he came not with his family but his group; his 13-member group. He was supposed to feel extremely overwhelmed; he was very excited but there in his heart still pocked a feeling of concern. In the end, the boy only enjoyed half of the time, while the other half, stolen glances and constant thoughts were given to his unaware roommate.

The day had been so tiring, but the night would recover every tired muscle and every aching sole of every single tired foot. After bidding good nights in different voices and tones, the doors shut and they all went to bed, falling asleep in the spot.

-“Kyuhyun” at the mentions of his name his closed eyes opened to the direction of his hyung, darkness substituting his body. “Kyuhyun-ah” he repeated not having noticed Kyuhyun did turn to him, he chuckled mutely and hummed to him, noting he was listening.

-“Come here” he said and Kyuhyun felt the smile he had. “Sleep with me, you’ve been on the floor since I invited you here..” he heard him shifting his position. Is he giving space for me?

-“My bed is not that little, also, we can get you a bed in this week, for you to have your own”

He parted his lips, nervous about the others proposal, but before he could speak, the other shut him up, “and I don’t want a ‘Thank’s hyung, I’m ok here’ in response” it was cutely authoritative, and the younger just closed his lips, giving in to his kind, sweet hyung. He felt eased that he didn’t seem to troubled anymore but still, he was good in acting so, not discarded yet.

He slid off his blanket and got up, taking his necessary belongings before he was standing in front of Sungmin, fidgeting fingers tracing patterns over the cloth in his hands. The older chuckled audibly, unlike Kyuhyun, and tapped the space between him and the Maknae,

-“Come here” he observed his hyung’s silhouette, blushing mad and thanked God the darkness hid it. He snuggled inside and spread his blanket over Sungmin, which the latter thought was sweet of him.

-“I’m okay with mine, Kyuhyun-ah, tonight’s going to be cold, have it” he tossed it to him, but not at all rudely.

The younger just nodded, aware that he would not notice his gesture, and then said it, “Thank you hyung” at that moment something tugged his heart, and then transferred to his arm, where he felt a warm hand.

-“It must feel awesome to sleep on a bed after using the floor, I’m sorry Kyuhyun-ah” the only thought lingering his mind was the casual Kyuhyun-ah the other had let out.

-"Oh no-no! hyung,  I slept very well on the floor, I have lots of blankets” he excluded the fact that Sungmin snores and sometimes he couldn’t sleep till 3 am, and thanked again that he didn’t stuttered. Pull yourself together, ah!

Sungmin didn’t say anything for a while, and Kyuhyun thought he was asleep, but then he felt a close shadow and it sent him a shudder, acknowledging it was Sungmin after.

-“li-ar” his intention wasn’t probably sounding y but if not, the younger couldn’t figure out another way he would want it to sound-

-“Just say you are too shy to ask for that” he could feel his smile once again “sorry Kyuhyun-ah, I’m not that per…ceptive..” a low chuckle entered his hearing limits and he couldn’t help but reflect it, his cheeks tinted with a strong pinkish color, before a yawn followed Sungmin’s cute noises. He shifted awkwardly, and after he felt his chest almost bursting in something he didn’t exactly identify.

- “Hyung” he gulped, his heart thumping crazily as he realized what he was planning to say, “I think I like ..you” he lowered his voice, and shut his eyes as he mentally punched himself because it was most likely not a good time to say that, because he was sure Sungmin was not untroubled yet, he was just good at pretending and he didn’t retaliate with innocent people.

He was thinking about how to take that back, but then he saw the unaltered person in front of him. Closing their distance he realized he was asleep, soundly. A huge sigh followed that with a hand over his chest. I need to be more cautious.. stupid, you can’t just tell him that, It’ll creep him out…

He turned to the opposite direction with his refusing-to-stop heart throbbing harshly. He frowned, realizing every time this feeling was not a light one.

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Leeteuk was yelling to the chauffer that he didn’t know how to drive, ’cause an old lady was crossing by and he just couldn’t dodge her.

-“Stop yelling please” the man stated at all nervous, “I can’t control the velocity of this old lady” he politely motioned to the person.

He apologized, smiling, but still desperate. They were going to the studio again, but Kangin had a headache so they called the chauffer. Fortunately, they did arrive the said destination and entered to talk about the releasing dates and schedules now on.

They left SM building with smiles and energetic chatters, giving a stressed way back to the poor chauffer, and on top, from that one member who certainly had the poorest skills in driving.

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3 weeks later

The sun flashed into the dorms facing the east. The beams conveyed a happy feeling of productiveness, at least to the ones getting up early. Breakfast was no exception that it was a great day. Pancakes with chocolate and strawberries, courtesy of Ryeowook.

Now they knew the album was to be released on in a few months.

The hard work, nonetheless, was present and also the help with composing and even fixing some of the songs, with some proposals of new songs to be included.

Kyuhyun noted, that he indeed was being taken into consideration for the songs, since his voice was the most skilled of them all, according to most of them.

In the following days, they went every day to work on them writing, and unwriting, again and again, if necessary. The next week was the heaviest for them, because the voice recording was the hardest. They tried not to think in the MV filming because they would get too stressed. With Radio star together with the album, it was too much for Kyuhyun, since he didn’t expect so much work after he had entered without much participation in the creation of the songs and album. He was stressed, but happy. He’d rather be all tired and get home late and sweaty because of the dancing they were already practicing, than being left out of the work and only sing before the derogatory eyes of every one.

He let himself fall to the bed, the ‘thud’ snatching satisfactory complains out of his lungs. The bed smelled so good, the day wasn’t finished and he still had to record Radio Star. He felt really productive, and it was already 3 months that the members hadn’t treated him that bad, just cold requests and raw orders from some of them, but nothing he should cry himself to sleep for. Then was when he realized his hands were holding Sungmin’s furred pillow, that possessed his very scent, that flowery sweet scent that he was so familiar with. He let go and got up to get ready and record that radio program once and for all. His hands felt cold against his face, which was burning from the lingering scent he still was guiltily imagining.

                                                                      ****

-“Well, we have to bid Good bye to you next, our great audience” Leeteuk faked a sad voice and a visual pout showed in his face.

Eunhyuk took the chance to add something, “but please wait for us next time!, thank you and Good what –remains-of Night!, Pretty Seoul city~” the dragging of his voice was really cute and Leeteuk hit him in the shoulder to stop it.

The on-air signal turned off and they all sighed at the same time, hurriedly taking their belongings and walking outside, where the cold greeted their faces first thing, this time the leader just let the manager drive in peace, since the respect was way more to him.

He was bobbing his head, fighting his desire for some sleep. Nevertheless he had to check up on the road, since Kyuhyun, who was seating behind of the manager, was probably asleep, by the look on his face; Shindong and Eunhyuk were also dozing, closer every time to falling asleep. Little by little his vision kept closing, opening all of a sudden every so often. He turned to the left, and the manager was driving peacefully, then to the back, where the Maknae was sound asleep, resting against the window, and Eunhyuk was almost over Shindong, both sleeping. He decided to close his eyes for a moment.

A moment that was cut off by a deafening screeching noise and a rough turn.

His voice didn’t come out, not even a minute to understand what was happening was granted to the leader when everything he felt was a sharp collision, and pressure over his eyes, then total blackness, the last images in his mind, the faces he had seen seconds before, sleeping peacefully.

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Waaah!!! finally another update! I was troubled while writing this, because I didn't know well how to reach that part. I omitted some things that happened and changed the way of some other, to adjust better my story. anyways, this is a story based on and not totally describing how it all was. By the way, I'm sorry to bring that up, but I had to.. This was a very important part of super junior that made them the SJ we know! and love <3

Ok, this one was larger, I guess I didn't want to go directly to it without clearing some stuff.

Now, please enjoy! I wanted to update yesterday but ah, I couldn't finish it before 12:00.. so here it is on Feb 15th.. haha I hope you dont mind that much ah...

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