Word Count: 1117 words
A/N: I feel like it's choppy, but I like it more than the other stuff I've been writing (and scrapping right after) lately. This was SUPPOSED to just be Kibum/Donghae, but it turned into Haewook somehow and I blame that on/dedicate this to wookism for her influence on me. I hope you like it~ :3
'He still sleeps with stuffed animals', Ryeowook noted one day as he cleaned Donghae's room. On the older man's bed was a pile of stuffed animals and in the front was a white unicorn with various food stains all over it. Ryeowook reached over and picked it up, looking it over before smiling and putting it back in its rightful spot.
The next day was the day Kibum came over and told them he wasn't going to be promoting with them for the fourth album. Donghae went back into his room as soon as Kibum finished speaking and shut the door behind him.
"I should have waited until everyone was here to say it, right?" Kibum asked with a strained smile. He walked towards the door and pulled on his shoes. "Tell him I'm sorry. Please?"
Kibum shut the door quietly behind him, and Ryeowook looked at Kyuhyun. The younger man shrugged from his seat on the couch. "I'm not telling him, you do it."
"But you're younger, go do it," Ryeowook pleaded. He couldn't do that to Donghae, not after Kibum's announcement. It would be like rubbing salt in the wound, adding onto the grief Kibum had already given him.
"No, you." Kyuhyun said, settling back into his game. He really was the worst magnae.
Ryeowook sighed to himself and opened the door to Donghae's room and saw the older man curled up under his covers, stuffed animals surrounding him. "Hyung?"
A grunt from under the blankets was his answer and Ryeowook sighed again, walking slowly over to Donghae's bed. "Are you okay?"
"Do you... Do you want to talk about it?" Ryeowook asked, soothingly rubbing what seemed to be Donghae's arm.
Donghae sat up, the unicorn held tight in his arms and there were tears welling up in his eyes. "I just want all of us back as one," he said, sniffling. "I miss it."
Ryeowook leaned forward and hugged Donghae. The dancer clung to him instantly and Ryeowook rubbed small circles on his back. "I do too, hyung. You're not alone with that."
"I want Kibum back," Donghae whispered quietly enough that Ryeowook almost missed it. He chose not to comment on it though. The sentence had been enough to make the singer flinch mentally. He didn't need to hear more.
The night before Kangin left was the next time they saw Kibum. Donghae was attached to the actor's side the entire night, barely giving anyone else any attention.
Ryeowook watched them carefully from his seat next to Sungmin and sighed. Sungmin looked away from the entertainment Kangin and Heechul were giving (some argument about who ate the most cup noodles when they were younger) and looked to where Ryeowook was staring.
"Wookie, you okay?" Sungmin asked, arm going around the younger man's shoulders.
"Hmm?" Ryeowook broke his one way staring contest with Donghae and Kibum, turning to Sungmin. "Oh, I'm fine, hyung."
Sungmin raised an eyebrow and then nodded. "If you say so. Just... don't get too upset about it. You know how much he cares about Kibum, even if it isn't returned." He turned back to watch Heechul and Kangin bicker, leaving Ryeowook to think.
Ryeowook's phone went off right after an interview, the ringtone loud in the for once quiet dressing room. He waited until he was out of the room to answer it.
"Kibum?" Ryeowook was shocked, he didn't remember giving Kibum his number.
"Yeah. I got your number from Heechul-hyung. Can you do me a favor?"
"Of course, what is it?"
"Can you take care of Donghae? I know you care about him a lot and even though I like Donghae... I don't care about him the same way he cares for me. He needs someone that will. And that's you."
"But I - "
"Don't deny it. Anyone can see it if they look close enough. Just, please? Do it?"
Ryeowook paused, biting his lip. "How can I say no? Of course I'll do it."
"Thank you," Kibum said, right before hanging up.
Two months after Kibum's call, Ryeowook did his best to keep Donghae from thinking about Kibum. But every time he saw the dancer alone, he looked lost, upset, and downright miserable.
"Hyung, we should go do something," Ryeowook said, walking into Donghae's room. Donghae was laying on his bed, holding the stuffed unicorn and staring at his ceiling. “Are you hungry?”
“Sure,” Donghae answered, not looking away from the ceiling.
“Do you… want me to cook for you? Or we can get take out, your choice.”
“Yeah.” The unicorn was held tighter and Donghae let out a heavy sigh.
Ryeowook frowned and sat on Donghae’s bed. “You need to snap out of this, hyung. You know Kibum will come by and see us again. And you know that-“
“He rejected me,” Donghae said, finally looking away from the ceiling to make eye contact with Ryeowook. “About two months ago, I confessed to him and he told me no. He said that there was someone better for me than him.”
Ryeowook froze, his mind telling him this wasn’t a good time to tell Donghae how he felt. His mouth on the other hand thought different. “Well, I care about you.”
“I know you do, Ryeowook. You’re a great friend-”
“No. I mean, I care about you. Like... like how you want Kibum to care about you.”
Everything went still and Ryeowook mentally swore. He didn’t mean for that to come out, he didn’t want to get rejected by Donghae.
“Thanks, Ryeowook. I’ll keep it in mind.” Donghae smiled brightly at him. “I don’t want to give you an answer right now. Not when I’m still this upset about Kibum. It wouldn’t be fair to you.”
Ryeoeook felt himself smile, despite not really having an answer. “Alright.”
“You mentioned going out?” Donghae sat up quickly, plopping the unicorn down on the bed. “Can we go get ice cream?”
The two walked out of the dorm together, Donghae overly excited about the ice cream and Ryeowook content just to be with him.
It was later that night, when Ryeowook was half asleep in his bed, that his phone went off. He grabbed it off the night stand and read the text message.
Thank you! You’ll make him happy. -Kibum
Ryeowook put his phone back and only hoped that he could. As he closed his eyes and rolled onto his side, he pictured Donghae sleeping soundly with the stained unicorn clutched close to him.