, FLY [kyuhyun]

[kim ryeowook]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 390px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/wBR7Q.png); padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px;] i'll never be a knight in armor , with a sword in hand or a kamikaze fighter. Don't count on me to storm the barricades and take a stand or hold my ground. You'll never see any scars or wounds. I don't walk on coals, I won't walk on water. i'm not anyone's wildest dreams. Ryeowook loved the spotlight. He loved its burning heat, the way it blinded him to most of the world, and the way it transformed people from just a human on stage to an idol everyone knew and adored. He loved standing under it, illuminated, to draw the eyes of everyone who could see. He loved the moment when the whole room became dark and he's left standing, bathed in a pool of light while every other person had disappeared. The brunette also loved the stage itself —how it elevated him from the others on the ground, how he could stare down into the rock pits and smile at the excited audience, how it let him feel just that little bit special. He loved its steady feel under his feet and how it gave him vertigo should he hover too close to the edge, and how it made him feel like fainting and flying at the same time. Ryeowook also loved the microphone. He loved the way it projected his usual timid voice, the way it made him seem louder and stronger and braver, and the way it gave him something to do with his hands other than toy with them. And, of course, he loved the people. It was amazing how they'd scream and cheer when he and his fellow members came out, filling him with the utmost amount of giddiness and delight as he stepped out into view and sang. He loved how appreciated he was, how he felt like he was more than just another member of a large group. Safe to say, Ryeowook loved everything about performing live. There were so many things to enjoy, to look forward to, and he did. He looked forward to everything whenever Super Junior was given an event in their busy schedule to go out and perform a non-recorded, personal, in the flesh show. But there was something that an in-person performance made room for, and that was the space for mistakes. Today, it had been a wonderful show just like any other, but halfway through their finishing song, Mr Simple, Ryeowook had messed up during the chorus. Instead of moving to fold one arm across his chest and place the hand of the other under his chin, he'd continued doing the hand signs for a few extra seconds. He'd almost fell to his knees in front of everyone when he'd realized it, but refrained and instead slipped back into position as casually as he could —for what more could he do? Praying that neither members of the audience nor his team mates had noticed his error in their choreography, the dark-haired male simply continued dancing. When the melody finally ended and the lights were cut off, Ryeowook had to remind himself not to collapse. Instead, he listened as another member said their goodbyes on behalf of the entire boy band, turned on his heels, and walked off the stage. It was obviously impossible, or at least highly unlikely, that he hadn't messed up at least once before, but this stuck out in his mind and nicked at his conscience, fresh and recent. He felt embarrassed, but he still had to persevere. Maybe he could laugh about it with his hyungs later on if one of them brought it up —if they weren't mad, at least. Sauntering towards the makeup area with the rest of the group, lagging behind in an effort to become invisible (and it worked, for the most part, as none of the others came to talk to him about anything for the whole short journey), the twenty-four year old slipped into the room when he came to it, oddly eager to get his cosmetics removed. On a regular occasion, maquillage was quite important to the young male. Ryeowook had a bit of an image issue, as many who knew him would instantly realize, and aesthetics always made him feel better. He'd even worn it a few times when he went to visit his parents, not wanting them to see what it had done to his skin. Thinking over this, Ryeowook slumped into a chair, turning around to inspect the room, only to find that he wasn't alone. He didn't expect to be, of course, but he'd forgotten for a moment that there'd be someone else around. "Kyuhyun-ah," he said, addressing the person he had spotted, neck craning around the back of his chair, "You did well today." He was honest with his words, his lips curled into a smile, his white teeth showing. Despite him being the youngest of the group, Ryeowook always thought that Kyuhyun worked really hard at shows. It came off that way, at least, and it was with a large beam that he nodded once, as if confirming his statement once more before swiveling around and facing the mirror once more. TEMPLATE MADE BY BLUE | TAGGED: kyuhyun | WORDS: 809 | NOTES: bleh, not my best.

[cho kyuhyun]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 1em; -moz-border-radius: 1em; background-image:url(http://images2.layoutsparks.com/1/42495/ballerina-girl-black-white.gif), width: 400px; height: 430px;] 그 예쁜 얼굴로 미소조차도 없어 Oh my God~ My heart that used to beat well is going to BOOM BOOM BOO BOOM Kyuhyun felt a bit tired now, with their performance over. His body felt tingly and strange as the adrenaline still pumped strongly throughout his body - the same after effects of every performance he had ever done. Well, except his first few - those performances had felt like he must have died. Kyuhyun blinked as he entered the backstage area, hoping his eyes adjusted to the lights easily. The bright lights that came with being on stage always made him see bright spots in front of his eyes for several minutes afterwards. He paused in his paces for a moment, considering his own performance. He hoped he had done well – he always hoped for that as he always wanted to try his hardest for the other members, and for his fans. He was still enjoying the screams from the fans that still remained very fresh in his mind, for the excitement of the fans was always the best part. As he and the other members had each performed the song and routine many times over, he felt that it would be very boring if not for the fans. When the fans became excited, Kyuhyun in turn became excited. He sighed momentarily, from the excitement of the performance they had just done, and from the creeping exhaustion that always accompanied an adrenaline rush. Finally, though, Kyuhyun turned to look and realized that everyone else was heading somewhere, and he was clearly lagging behind. Oh... Right. Makeup removal time, Kyuhyun assumed. He was eager to get the makeup off – he didn’t like the weight of the makeup on his skin, as his skin was quite sensitive. He also hated the heat of the stage lights, and how it always melted his makeup in some way, so that the makeup mingled with his sweat. He found the BB creams and stage makeup would give him skin problems later unless it was removed quickly enough. Kyuhyun always insisted that bb cream be worn beneath anything – at least it had skin healing effects, and didn’t cause as much wear to his face. Now that he had tackled the skin problems that he had experienced throughout his adolescence, he wasn’t eager to allow anything to start them back up again. Although, he supposed, he was lucky to have a team of people who would know just what to do in the instance of a bad breakout. But, Kyuhyun was still a bit anxious about the care of his face. He was an idol now, after all... He didn’t want to present acne to his fans or the rest of the world. Kyuhyun caught up to the others with a few quick paces, and he suspected no one had called him over because everyone was getting over the adrenaline rush – Kyuhyun even liked to refer to is as a hangover; he always thought that adrenaline gave him an effect similar to that of alcohol. So, it was his own private joke – a bad one. Kyuhyun sauntered into the makeup room, trying to appear as though he had come at the same time as everyone else. He eagerly picked a chair, and lazily dropped himself into it, comfortably melting into it, and pleased to be off of his feet. Just as he had placed himself into his own seat, he looked forward after swivelling around in his chair to see Kim Ryeowook. “Oh, hyung!” Kyuhyun exclaimed, his typical wide grin now expressed on his face. “Thanks, I think everyone did well today,” and he nodded with vigor, his actions becoming lively and his hand motions excited. Kyuhyun was never close enough to Ryeowook in the Mr. Simple lineup to really notice anything slightly off, though even if he had he wouldn't have felt he was in the position to say much of it directly to Ryeowook. Kyuhyun didn’t find much reason to be concerned about Ryeowook, and if he were he would more likely take up anything about Ryeowook’s performances to Heechul or Eeteuk if he felt the need. Kyuhyun, though, had every faith in Ryeowook’s ability, and Kyuhyun knew that he himself had probably made many mistakes – some of which he was more than likely unaware of. “That was fun,” he added at last, and slumped back in his chair, merrily twirling himself around in it. Obviously, the sense of tiredness he had felt before had gone away in almost an instant. Now he had someone to talk to, so it was easy to forget other things for the moment. “I always like the part where we move back and start that hand waving behind us.” He chirped, oblivious to anything, and then he started making the motions in his chair. He didn’t care that it probably looked ridiculous. Kyuhyun also hadn’t really noticed that Ryeowook was now no longer looking at him; instead, Ryeowook was looking toward his own mirror. But Kyuhyun chattered on needlessly, then started searching for something to wipe his own makeup off before anyone came to do it for him. TAGGED: Ryeowook ! WORDS: 838 !

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