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Learning to live together with someone again has been a challenge.
He wouldn’t necessarily say it’s because he is once again sharing his living space with one of the hyungs, because over the years they have lived together in uncountable permutations and he must have shared a room or a bed with each and every one of them at one point and survived.
So no, it’s not Hyukjae hyung being back in the dorms that is bothering Kyuhyun, even though he has called it his own private dwelling ever since Ryeowook moved out to spend more time with his family and Kyuhyun suddenly got drunk on the feeling of private entitlement that it feels a bit like hyung is an uninvited guest who has forgotten to leave.
It’s just… unsettling. He has no ground to stand upon, he knows. He hasn’t even tried to leave yet, but hyung moving in seems almost like a step back.
Except it isn’t.
Except he is probably the only one trying to grasp at a past that is no longer there.
The dorm seemed more crowded when it was just him and his memories and hyung‘s presence is a testament to how Kyuhyun can never get that same liveliness back.
Not that it was fun living with so many obnoxiously loud grown men for so long.
And really it’s not even like him to think like this, not when things are going perfectly well, not when he is busy between comebacks and OSTs and new shows to host.
Perhaps its being stuck home that is doing this to him, this lack of contact with the cancellation of their schedules abroad.
Or it’s Changmin’s announcement that he is tying the knot -seriously, finally and before all of them, the bastard. -
He sighs as he sends Changmin back a thumbs up at a picture of a flower arrangement of all things, hair messy and eyes puffed from sleep and barely sure the blurry thing on the screen is a bouquet.
He stumbles to the kitchen with heavy steps and gets the coffee going, because if he doesn’t no one will in this house, and drags his sore body to the bathroom.
On his way he kicks the closed bedroom door.
“Hyung, 20 minutes!”
A shower and ten minutes of contemplating if it would be acceptable to put his pajamas back on later he is back at the closed door, a wet towel dangerously hanging loose on his head.
At least, he thinks, he has the decency to knock before he opens the door, though he never gets an answer.
Inside Hyukjae hyung’s room, the curtains are closed, the day is barely starting to creep in.
He can pick up a messy head and skinny bare shoulders under the duvet.
Calm, soft snores come from the mop of hair buried under the pillows.
Kyuhyun sighs, brutally turning the light switch on with the wet towel.
“Ya we’ll be late to the shop!”
They have an early recording today, and tomorrow and the day after.
Kyuhyun feels like he might fall asleep where he stands, or crawl at the feet of the bed.
“Give him ten more minutes,” Hyukjae hyung whispers, propped up on the pillows, eyes squeezed shut and hands up on defense against the attack of florescent lights, “I’ll drag him out before the car arrives.”
Kyuhyun looks at his stupid face, then back at Yesung hyung lying there like the unfortunate sacrifice in white as if he belongs to the beginning of a horror movie.
Curses Hyukjae hyung for moving back in and taking his freedom away from the unfortunate task of waking his elders up as the maknae.
Curses himself because he said cool to having a KRY comeback because it made Yesung hyung smile so big that he felt like they hung the moon in the sky for him and now he is stuck dragging him to recording when hyung isn’t even technically living here with them and only crushing on his boyfriends bed.
Curses the scheduling because they are seniors and way too old to have a recording this early and Yesung hyung barely gets any sleep anyway.
Wishes Ryeowook was here and not coming from Incheon so he could have slept longer himself.
Still, he turns off the lights on his way out.
He might as well find a tumbler to put hyungs coffee in.
Then at least he can rub that in Ryeowook’s carefee, well rested face.