#kyugeng

It was a freak accident that the two of them ran into each other. Kyuhyun was on his way out of his dressing room in the photography studio in Beijing, and Hankyung was early to his photoshoot in the same building but a different studio. If there was a ten second difference in either of their days, Kyuhyun would have never known that Hangeng was even there.

Hangeng, on the other hand, was actually misdirected where to go by a staff member, and instead of being sent to studio fifteen, he was sent to studio five, where Kyuhyun was supposed to be shooting. Hangeng realized he was in the wrong place and promptly turned to make his way back down the corridor with his manager, Kyuhyun emerged from his dressing room to call for someone to help him with his outfit, and almost hit Hangeng with the opening of the door.

Hangeng stopped abruptly, not to get hit, and looked up to see...Kyuhyun. His face was thinner. he looked a little taller too. His hair was all over the place and he was only wearing half of a shirt, the other half was...he didn't know where. Kyuhyun stared up at Hangeng was almost didn't recognize him at first. Bleach blonde hair, but the same eyes.

"Hangeng," Kyuhyun said in surprise. Hangeng's breath hitched as he heard that smooth and almost painfully familiar sound of his old maknae's voice.

"Kyuhyun!" Hangeng gasped. And although neither of them had the time to say it before they were pulled apart by managers and makeup artists, both men really wanted to say the words that would never have the chance to be said.

It had been a particularly exhausting day of Super Junior-M promotions, and when the members came back to their dorms, Kyuhyun sighed and tiredly settled on the couch, staring at the wall aimlessly. His shoulders slumped and the bags under Kyuhyun’s eyes became prominent as the boy swiped his make-up from his sweaty face.

Han Geng, finished with his two minute shower, rolled his shoulders tiredly and sighed, making his way to the kitchen for a few nightly snacks before shutting down for the night; a few water drops from his hair hung down into his face and trailed onto his cheeks, but Han Geng ignored the wet trails. He paused when he saw Kyuhyun sitting on the couch, spacing out and looking rather depressed about something or another; it wasn’t a usual sight, since Kyuhyun was usually the one with the most amount of energy after a long day of schedules, so Han Geng took a seat next to Kyuhyun, who looked up at the new weight sitting on the couch.

“Kyuhyun, are you feeling okay?” Han Geng asked, pressing a palm onto Kyuhyun’s forehead. He was tired himself, but being the leader of SJ-M, he had to take responsibility for the rest of the members.

“I’m just tired, hyung…” Kyuhyun answered, but for once, Han Geng could tell that the younger was lying.

“It’s something more than that, and I can tell, Kyuhyun. Tell me the truth…” but while he said that, the truth occurred to Han Geng, and he continued. “It’s Sungmin, isn’t it,” his volume reduced to a mere whisper.

Kyuhyun looked up in surprise, staring at Han Geng for a few moments. “Yeah, it is, hyung. I miss him. Don’t you miss Heechul-hyung?”

Han Geng sighed before answering. “Of course I do, Kyuhyun. I miss him more than anyone, but you know, I’m happy to be here in my home country and with other people who are like my brothers, too.”

Kyuhyun huffed. “You were always an optimist, hyung, but you’re right, I guess. I don’t know… I still miss him.”

“You’re not going to stop missing him, Kyuhyun, but just remember that when we get back to Korea, he’s going to be there to welcome you back. We can’t find replacements for people like them, but if it’s any consolation, you’re almost up to par with Heechullie on terms of being a brat that I love.”

Kyuhyun chuckled, his lips forming a smile on his tired features. “Thanks, hyung. And if it means anything to you, you’re almost as caring as Sungmin.”