[FIC] Zhe Yi Mao
Title: Zhe Yi Mao
Author: MikkyBoom
Rating: PGish?
Summary: In just a single moment, Ryeowook realizes that Henry is his.
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue!
Note: Ooompfh, first Henwook fic! xD S oI hope it's well recieved.
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Henry’s not as cute as people think he is… Or maybe it’s just me?
Or it could be because of the fact that Henry was currently kissing life and mind out of Ryeowook right now…
Yeah, that might be the right answer.
Henry pulls away, the smile in his eyes like always, but a new, hidden smirk on his lips. He touches Ryeowook’s cheek with his violin-playing-calloused fingers, rough against smooth. “So…” He trails off because there’s not much he can say. He communicates with his hands and smiles and eyebrows, and surprisingly, Ryeowook understands each little twitch of muscle, even the ones Henry doesn’t mean to make.
“I feel like a cradle-robber…” Ryeowook whispers, watching Henry wonderingly. He feels a tiny knot in his stomach. Henry really is just a baby… Ryeowook thinks that maybe this is a good time to pull away now.
But he forgets that nowadays, Henry can read him just a well as he can read Henry.
Henry laughs and hugs Ryeowook close. “You’re more of a baby then me…” he teases in his soft accented Korean, broken words stumbling over each other. He understands he tension in Ryeowook’s arms. “I’m old, this is fine… Kiss me again…”
He really doesn’t give Ryeowook a choice. Their lips are meeting before Ryeowook can think about it.
Maybe I should teach him to say “Yes, Ryeowook” instead of letting him pick up random phrases from dramas…
Author: MikkyBoom
Rating: PGish?
Summary: In just a single moment, Ryeowook realizes that Henry is his.
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue!
Note: Ooompfh, first Henwook fic! xD S oI hope it's well recieved.
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Henry’s not as cute as people think he is… Or maybe it’s just me?
Or it could be because of the fact that Henry was currently kissing life and mind out of Ryeowook right now…
Yeah, that might be the right answer.
Henry pulls away, the smile in his eyes like always, but a new, hidden smirk on his lips. He touches Ryeowook’s cheek with his violin-playing-calloused fingers, rough against smooth. “So…” He trails off because there’s not much he can say. He communicates with his hands and smiles and eyebrows, and surprisingly, Ryeowook understands each little twitch of muscle, even the ones Henry doesn’t mean to make.
“I feel like a cradle-robber…” Ryeowook whispers, watching Henry wonderingly. He feels a tiny knot in his stomach. Henry really is just a baby… Ryeowook thinks that maybe this is a good time to pull away now.
But he forgets that nowadays, Henry can read him just a well as he can read Henry.
Henry laughs and hugs Ryeowook close. “You’re more of a baby then me…” he teases in his soft accented Korean, broken words stumbling over each other. He understands he tension in Ryeowook’s arms. “I’m old, this is fine… Kiss me again…”
He really doesn’t give Ryeowook a choice. Their lips are meeting before Ryeowook can think about it.
Maybe I should teach him to say “Yes, Ryeowook” instead of letting him pick up random phrases from dramas…