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💙 SUPER JUNIOR: THE LAST MAN STANDING 💙

2005 - 20?? || twenty years strong and counting

it hasn't always been easy these past two decades. thank you suju for being my serotonin for all these years, and here's to many more years together with ELF :)

PART I | PART II

Donghae, Siwon, Ryeowook, Kyuhyun x Fem!reader

Synopsis: The members of Super Junior act as if they are your partner without being aware of it.

Warnings: Use of (Y/N), maybe some grammar mistakes, written with female pronouns.

w/c: almost 1k for each character

a/n: I really think I posted this almost a week ago, don't know what happened with that draft so rewrite it again take me more time than expected.

MASTERLIST

DONGHAE

You were Donghae's inseparable companion when the cameras weren't around.

If there was a rehearsal, you were there looking after his belongings.

If he wanted to practice a little tennis, there you were holding a racket and swaying your body from left to right, waiting to hit the ball with enough force to respond to his attacks.

The dynamic had always been like that. You two were a combo. A tandem.

But that night was different; that cozy silence had everyone spellbound and lost in their own thoughts.

Donghae wanted to compose a song, something memorable to sing with the group, a melody that would recount the highs and lows of his career.

His fingers danced across the guitar strings, creating chords and emitting notes that radiated melancholy.

"Has the genius composer run out of ideas?" you joked, lightly nudging the idol's side with your elbow.

"No, I was just thinking," he murmured without taking his eyes off the horizon, as if that was where the answer to all his musings lay.

"Quite a high-risk sport."

Hae finally burst out laughing as he slapped your shoulder in camaraderie. Just like he always did.

Then he felt the bare skin of your shoulder against his hand, and his fingers didn't leave that spot. He traced circles on your skin with them, distractedly, almost absentmindedly.

His mind was once again far away, immersed in some other thought, but his fingers continued to caress your shoulder. Feeling your skin burn, you moved that joint slightly, as if a mosquito were bothering you.

Donghae turned his head when he felt the movement and finally removed his hand, but the touch of his fingers was replaced by the softness of his lips.

A light kiss was placed on the exposed skin of your shoulder, and that act was noticed by everyone present.

"Hey lovebirds, if you were going to get affectionate, you should have warned us before forcing us to witness it," joked one of the singer's friends, causing the rest of the small group of people to laugh.

"It's no big deal. That's how we get along," the idol excused himself, struggling with all his might to keep the blush that was beginning to show on his neck from reaching his face.

You let that gesture pass, even joking about it with the others, but what you didn't expect was Donghae to overreact as time went by.

It was obvious that he had been avoiding you; it was clear that something between you wasn't right.

Things were tense within the brotherly dynamic that you both maintained, and the bowling game that Siwon had organized with the members of Super Junior was proof of that.

Everyone looked at each other, noticing how Hae avoided looking you in the eye, how your interactions had remained strictly professional.

When you won the duel against Kyuhyun and Eunhyuk, Donghae forgot his own inhibitions and hugged you, lifting you into the air and spinning with you around in his arms.

"You were amazing!" he beamed amid the excitement.

As soon as your feet touched the ground and everything seemed to fall silent around you, the idol took your hand and kissed your knuckles affectionately.

"Remind me never to team up with Donghae," Kyuhyun said, "I don't want to receive all those displays of affection."

"That's how we get along," he argued, getting into a silly argument with his friends.

Suddenly, the looks the other members gave you seemed to hide too many questions, as if they doubted your best friend's words.

"Isn't he like that with other people?" you dared to ask, doubting a routine that seemed normal to you.

Everyone shook their heads, letting doubt take root inside you.

You didn't want to see beyond the details they had been told you. You refused to let mistrust grow between you, but then he came running up to you as if he had good news to share with everyone.

All those moments when he had held your hand tightly flashed through your mind, how his fingers had absentmindedly caressed your skin, or the countless times he had covered your exposed skin with kisses.

None of it seemed innocent; none of those gestures could be seen as something that would happen between just friends.

Realizing that felt like a physical blow. Your previously cheerful expression changed to one full of concern.

"Hey (Y/N), can we talk?" The question came out in a casual tone, followed by a nervous laugh.

You nodded, fearing that your mixed feelings would betray you. You needed to talk to him too.

Your steps were slow but sure, your fingers played with the hem of the cotton T-shirt you were wearing, and your gaze never strayed from the idol's back.

Once away from the hustle and bustle, Donghae turned around to face you. He wasn't sure what he was going to say, but he knew that if he didn't seize the moment, the courage he had mustered would evaporate.

"Do you like me?" you asked out of the blue.

"I like you," he blurt at the same time as you.

He laughed. It was a loud laugh that made him double over in pain.

"Yes, (Y/N), I like you. I've liked you for a long time," he confessed with relief. "So what now?"

Instead of responding with words, you grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled it down so you could press your lips against his.

Any declaration of eternal love would fall short of that gesture.

For Dongahe, that kiss was enough, as was continuing to maintain that relationship full of affection, camaraderie, and the love that had always existed between you.

SIWON

Your relationship had been forged with more physical contact than usual.

Sometimes you would high-five each other to celebrate, walk hand in hand, or put an arm around each other's waist.

Physical contact was something you were both used to, as much as you were used to each other's presence.

You had been through so much together. Variety shows, some dramas, and now an award ceremony. The Blue Dragon Awards had invited you to present the award for Best Soundtrack, so you were both waiting your turn in the dressing rooms.

The makeup artists had done their job, touching up your appearance along with Siwon's.

You were nervous, too nervous. You had taken a seat in front of the dressing table and your gaze never strayed from the screen in the corner of the dressing room.

Siwon, noticing your nerves, sat down next to you, your legs brushing against each other, as did your shoulders. Trying to instill a little confidence in you, Siwon's hand covered yours and placed it on his leg while slowly caressing the back of it.

That gesture had the desired effect, but when he brought your hand to his lips to kiss your knuckles, the dressing room fell silent.

While his touch was something you were used to, you couldn't say the same about the kisses. His lips had never touched you. Never. No kisses on your knuckles, your temple, or the top of your head. Nothing at all.

The makeup artists exchanged knowing glances while your face showed an expression of amazement.

"How sweet," commented one of the makeup artists, "my husband treats me like that too," she sighed dramatically.

"He must be a complete gentleman," murmured another, clasping her hands together as if she had witnessed the most romantic act in the world. "Don't worry about us, we'll be leaving soon to give you more privacy."

While your face flushed with embarrassment at the comments, Siwon remained unperturbed, just smiling. What set off your alarm bells? He never clarified the nature of your relationship.

After that display of affection, it seemed like a whole new world of possibilities opened up for Siwon.

When you two won an award for best supporting couple, his arm wrapped around your shoulders in camaraderie, but his lips planted a light kiss on your temple. A gesture that silently planted more doubts in your mind.

You tried not to read between the lines. You didn't want to see beyond his harmless displays of affection —until one day you visited the recording studio for Super Junior's music video.

Your hands were full carrying bags overflowing with food for them and their staff. Leeteuk was the first to come and help you with them, while Siwon slowly approached to wrap you in a hug.

The gesture that had previously seemed simply friendly now appeared to have some other connotation. The hug was reciprocated as usual, but the feeling was completely different.

Siwon separated you, holding you by the shoulders, his gaze traveling across your face, searching for signs of discomfort.

"Is everything okay?" he asked in a concerned tone.

"No."

Your answer surprised you as much as it did him. You didn't expect that burst of honesty, much less that the word would come out as if you were confirming your suspicions.

The silence had gone on too long to back down.

"I'm confused," you murmured, feeling that that voice and those words did not belong to you. "Since when did you stop seeing me as 'just a friend'? I mean, all those caresses, the kisses, the way you act with me it's all... confusing."

Your hands reached up to your head, your confused gaze increasing the impact of your words.

The expression of surprise always visible on the idol's face relaxed, giving way to a huge smile, the kind you had often seen him make for dramas. Only this time it wasn't acting, it was a broad, genuine gesture.

His hands took yours and placed them between you, intertwining his fingers with the same delicacy he had always done.

"Does that matter?" His arched eyebrow only served to dramatize the moment. "What's relatable here is that you noticed it. What do you plan to do now?"

You blinked in confusion, slowly processing his question.

Silence spread between you again, but the feeling was not one of awkwardness but of expectation. His hands continued to hold yours, and his gaze, those expressive eyes, conveyed the whole world of emotions he had kept locked inside.

"I don't know, Siwon. I… I don't know."

Confusion was clouding your judgment.

"If you don't mind, then I'll do what I have in mind."

He leaned toward you, bringing his face close to yours with the clear intention of kissing you.

The movement was slow, deliberate, calculated. Your breaths mingled in the small space between you, your hands clasped his, but you didn't pull away. You wanted that contact too.

Freeing your hands from his, you threw your arms around his neck, stood on tiptoe, and brought your lips close to his.

No words were needed to define that relationship, not when your feelings were mutual and the members of the group had witnessed it.

RYEOWOOK

The constant banter between you was commonplace. The arguments were something to behold, and although you could both say hurtful things to each other, you knew your limits and respected them.

The debates always ended in tears of laughter. With him laughing loudly and you doubled over, your stomach burning with pain from the effort of holding back your laughter.

Those moments could happen just between the two of you or in the company of someone else. It didn't really matter; you enjoyed that dynamic of teasing each other.

What Ryeowook could never conceive of was someone else getting involved.

No.

Arguments with you were something reserved solely for him, a tirade that made him selfish and monopolized your time. And you? You saw it as normal, completely blind to the suggestive glances or malicious comments from friends and strangers alike.

"You argue like you're a couple," someone commented at one point, laughing foolishly at their own remark.

"Maybe because we are," you declared, completely unaware of the reddish hue that spread across the singer's face. "Like a team. A dynamic duo. Isn't that right, Wookie?"

He nodded sheepishly as he let that idea sink in. Was that an admission of your feelings for him? Was not denying it at first proof that you had moved beyond friendship to make way for something more?

He didn't know; in fact, he didn't understand what had happened, but if you had made your feelings clear, the only thing he could do was show you that they were reciprocated.

The change happened gradually. Discussions about random topics slowly stopped, there was no more debate about whether a bear could beat a tiger or whether wearing a blue shirt made someone look superior compared to wearing a yellow one.

"Come on, change that pink hoodie for something else or people might think we're wearing matching outfits," you complained, pulling on the drawstrings that hung down from the sides of the fabric hood.

The idol shook his head and linked his arm through yours.

"Whatever, you were the one who said we were a team and that these things didn't matter."

And it really had been that way, until everyone started saying the same thing over and over again "You two make a cute couple."

You had never shown any interest in denying it; everything was supposed to be fine as long as you knew what kind of relationship you had. But him? Ryeowook just smiled and said "Thanks."

You noticed it, of course you were aware of the change, but you weren't the only one. When the Super Junior KRY subunit got together for rehearsals ahead of a music festival, they noticed it too.

"Don't you think Ryeonggu has changed?" Yesung suggested, nodding toward him. "You haven't argued, and he seems lost in his own bubble with you."

"Of course not, he's just spent more time with me than with you guys," you excused, waving your hand in front of the idol to downplay his words.

Then the singer returned to the meeting room with your exact order—one he knew by heart—and something random from the menu for his two companions.

"We've known each other for more than twenty years and he don't even know that I like iced americano," he pointed out with a mocking smile. "It's not about time."

"Ryeowook," you changed the subject, "Yesung says that we act like a couple."

"Maybe because we are."

His statement caused Kyuhyun to choke on his coffee and Yesung to nearly spill his. They hadn't expected that answer.

You laughed happily that everything had finally been decided. If he said you were a couple, then you were.

That's how you had always understood each other. After hearing a good reason, you accepted each other's decisions when you knew they were right.

The singer sat down next to you and planted a fleeting kiss on the tip of your nose, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. His fingers intertwined with yours under the table, and your head found its natural place on Ryeowook's shoulder.

KYUHYUN

Everyone on the team was trying to make the performance memorable. The script had been memorized by everyone, and the relaxed atmosphere in the rehearsal room encouraged improvisation.

Loud laughter, changing song lyrics just to make them funny, improvised scenes, and forgotten lines were all things you were used to.

Part of the job.

But the camaraderie between Kyuhyun and you, the two stars of the show, went beyond the understanding of all the actors and actresses.

It was as if you were two people sharing the same brain cell.

He would say something, and you immediately knew how to complement it perfectly. Your exchange of funny and intelligent comments had everyone's stomachs aching from laughing so hard.

That's why no one was surprised to see you eating together, isolated in your own world, exchanging jokes in low voices and laughing in whispers so as not to disturb the comfortable silence in which the others were eating.

During the last rehearsals, while you stepped aside when you weren't supposed to be on stage, Kyuhyun always made sure no one stepped on the hem of your dress or smoothed your hair so it wouldn't look messy.

Every gesture was normal for you, but for everyone else it couldn't have been stranger.

Some of those actors had had the opportunity to work with him on previous plays and had never seen him behave like that with any member of the cast.

It was strange, too strange, the way he laughed so easily by your side or how accustomed he was to taking care of you and allowing you to take care of him.

So one day, when rehearsals were coming to an end and everyone had to double their efforts to put on a polished performance, sleep overcame you and, curled up in a sofa, you fell asleep.

Kyuhyun watched you there, curled up and hugging your own body as if you wanted to keep warm. Without thinking too much, he sat down next to you, placed your head on his lap, and began to stroke your hair as if you were a cat resting in the sun.

The idol was talking to everyone, enjoying the brief break while you pretended to continue sleeping.

Everyone chatted, unable to ignore the familiarity with which Kyuhyun stroked your hair and brushed the strands away from your face. Everyone waited for someone to make the inevitable comment, until it came.

"Have you made your relationship official? Congratulations on that," he said, raising his water bottle in a mock toast.

Your eyes widened. You had gone from a state of rest to one of alertness, where you turned to look at everyone as if they had misunderstood everything.

"That's not true, we don't… I don't… ugh" —your mind was a complete mess.

"We haven't made it official yet," Kyuhyun joked, but no one seemed to take it as such. "Oh, come on. We're not dating. We're just good friends."

You nodded repeatedly to leave no doubt among your colleagues, but when the day of the first performance arrived, everything fell apart.

Kyuhyun was too attentive, overly aware of your surroundings. If something was wrong with your makeup, he was the first to notice. An exposed thread in the seam of your costume, and he was already on his way with scissors, ready to fix it.

"Kyuhyun, you're suffocating me. Enough already," you muttered as you waited with him behind the scenes. "Everyone is whispering that we're dating."

"Do you want them to stop spreading those rumors?" he asked, smiling.

"Of course, that's why you need to give me some space. Go talk to the other actors," you said, weakly punching his chest to force him away from you.

"It would be easier if you just decided to date me," he offered casually.

You remained silent.

Speechless.

Your mind? Short-circuiting.

"Don't you think that would be more effective than continuing to deny it?" he insisted, bending down slightly to be at your height. "Come on, give me some kind of answer."

"I… I guess so," you replied amid the confusion. "I mean," you shook your head to refocus your attention on the topic you were discussing, "let's date. Let's try it."

"It's a shame you already have your makeup on," the singer smiled again, "if I kissed you now, all those hours in front of the mirror would be wasted."

So he had no choice but to take your hand and kiss your knuckles, hoping to convey all his feelings in that tender gesture.

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