drabble [yewook]
Title: Piano
Pairing: Yesung/Ryeowook
Rating: G
Genre: Romance, fluff
Word Count: 647
Notes: This was supposed to be a part of a whole, but I ended up just letting it stand alone~ It is, essentially, unfinished, but then again, there wasn't anything to finish exactly. Enjoy :)
He stands there, fingers pressed against the grooves of the doorjamb and lips parted, watching, drinking in Ryeowook's lithe form as he ghosts his fingers over the ivory and black piano keys. A little dart of pink flickers at the corner of his mouth, wetting it as his eyes glint in the faint light of the setting sun, instrument worn tips of bony, elegant fingers caress the keys with a sort of reverence before he begins playing.
The song is beautiful, Yesung knows, starting out slow and deep, growing with speed and fervor as it progresses. But he can't help but think that Ryeowook's beauty could overshadow the song anyday.
The swoop of his dark red fringe, always perfect and neat after bitten lips and narrowed eyes of concentration in the morning, and a laughingly large amount of hairspray. Yesung wants to muss the glossy strands like he always does, just to see the two blotches of red stain those high, regal cheekbones. He doesn't have to ruffle his bangs to see the blush; as the song dips and soars, Ryeowook grows flushed, so immersed that he barely notices.
Yesung loves Ryeowook's fingers, bony but lithely elegant, as they move over the board as fluid as water; his hands are meant to be there, sweeping and swooping over such a majestic instrument. His posture is easy and refined; back straight, the dip of his shirt collar revealing just the slightest skin, warm and milky in the late afternoon glow seeping past the curtains and shining onto Ryeowook.
The song twists and turns until the crescendo hits, Ryeowook's favorite part, and Yesung is drawn to look at Ryeowook's eyes. They are half-lidded, sight of the board rendered unneccessary; he was too attached to this part - he didn't play it; he felt it. And it showed in his eyes - the orbs dark and glittering on his face, rosepetal mouth ajar and chest rising and falling, eyes fluttering shut before reopening, a renewed light permeating his pupils as he led the song in its ending.
Yesung stands, entranced, almost needing to grip the doorframe in the feelings that consume him. He loves Ryeowook more than he could possibly fathom, so much that he was feeling the physical affects of it; how he could love someone so much was beyond him. It is a love that resonates in his chest, spreads to every tendon and sets every nerve ending thrumming and shaking with energy, wobbling his knees and sparking tingles down his spine.
Ryeowook remains stationary behind the piano, fingernails on the tip of two keys, still breathing evenly and deeply, before Yesung finally regains a semblence of himself and claps, startling his tiny lover.
“Hyung!” he exclaims, twisting around on the bench. “You scared me!”
Yesung smiles, eyes crinkling around the edges. “I'm sorry.” He extends his arms, pouting just a little and inclining his head downwards. “Hug?”
Ryeowook giggles, but swings his legs around the wooden seat, bounding over to Yesung in a few steps and jumping into his arms.
Yesung loves the way Ryeowook feels there; small and smelling of something flowery and candy sweet, his head nestled beneath his chin and his arms fastened around his middle, shirt fabric gripped in his hands.
He rocks him in his arms, moving his head so that he can kiss Ryeowook's hair. “I love you so much, Wookie,” he says, and he feels foolish when tears well up against his best efforts.
Ryeowook tilts his face up, love positively etched into the lines of his face. “I love you so much, too, Jongwoon,” he whispers, smiling, biting his lip. His fingers leave the back of Yesung's shirt in favor of brushing the back of his neck, still grinning bashfully as he tips his head upwards, almost melting when their lips meld together.
Pairing: Yesung/Ryeowook
Rating: G
Genre: Romance, fluff
Word Count: 647
Notes: This was supposed to be a part of a whole, but I ended up just letting it stand alone~ It is, essentially, unfinished, but then again, there wasn't anything to finish exactly. Enjoy :)
He stands there, fingers pressed against the grooves of the doorjamb and lips parted, watching, drinking in Ryeowook's lithe form as he ghosts his fingers over the ivory and black piano keys. A little dart of pink flickers at the corner of his mouth, wetting it as his eyes glint in the faint light of the setting sun, instrument worn tips of bony, elegant fingers caress the keys with a sort of reverence before he begins playing.
The song is beautiful, Yesung knows, starting out slow and deep, growing with speed and fervor as it progresses. But he can't help but think that Ryeowook's beauty could overshadow the song anyday.
The swoop of his dark red fringe, always perfect and neat after bitten lips and narrowed eyes of concentration in the morning, and a laughingly large amount of hairspray. Yesung wants to muss the glossy strands like he always does, just to see the two blotches of red stain those high, regal cheekbones. He doesn't have to ruffle his bangs to see the blush; as the song dips and soars, Ryeowook grows flushed, so immersed that he barely notices.
Yesung loves Ryeowook's fingers, bony but lithely elegant, as they move over the board as fluid as water; his hands are meant to be there, sweeping and swooping over such a majestic instrument. His posture is easy and refined; back straight, the dip of his shirt collar revealing just the slightest skin, warm and milky in the late afternoon glow seeping past the curtains and shining onto Ryeowook.
The song twists and turns until the crescendo hits, Ryeowook's favorite part, and Yesung is drawn to look at Ryeowook's eyes. They are half-lidded, sight of the board rendered unneccessary; he was too attached to this part - he didn't play it; he felt it. And it showed in his eyes - the orbs dark and glittering on his face, rosepetal mouth ajar and chest rising and falling, eyes fluttering shut before reopening, a renewed light permeating his pupils as he led the song in its ending.
Yesung stands, entranced, almost needing to grip the doorframe in the feelings that consume him. He loves Ryeowook more than he could possibly fathom, so much that he was feeling the physical affects of it; how he could love someone so much was beyond him. It is a love that resonates in his chest, spreads to every tendon and sets every nerve ending thrumming and shaking with energy, wobbling his knees and sparking tingles down his spine.
Ryeowook remains stationary behind the piano, fingernails on the tip of two keys, still breathing evenly and deeply, before Yesung finally regains a semblence of himself and claps, startling his tiny lover.
“Hyung!” he exclaims, twisting around on the bench. “You scared me!”
Yesung smiles, eyes crinkling around the edges. “I'm sorry.” He extends his arms, pouting just a little and inclining his head downwards. “Hug?”
Ryeowook giggles, but swings his legs around the wooden seat, bounding over to Yesung in a few steps and jumping into his arms.
Yesung loves the way Ryeowook feels there; small and smelling of something flowery and candy sweet, his head nestled beneath his chin and his arms fastened around his middle, shirt fabric gripped in his hands.
He rocks him in his arms, moving his head so that he can kiss Ryeowook's hair. “I love you so much, Wookie,” he says, and he feels foolish when tears well up against his best efforts.
Ryeowook tilts his face up, love positively etched into the lines of his face. “I love you so much, too, Jongwoon,” he whispers, smiling, biting his lip. His fingers leave the back of Yesung's shirt in favor of brushing the back of his neck, still grinning bashfully as he tips his head upwards, almost melting when their lips meld together.