[ficlet] by all means, 1/1
Title: By All Means
Pairing: Sungmin/Ryeowook
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG
Notes: Hi, I'm xdespondence but moved onto a new account! Guess I'm not dead yet, hah.
Word Count: 1500
Summary: “I read in a book that stomachs make weird sounds when they’re digesting stuff.”
Approximately three things go through Ryeowook’s mind when he finds out that Sungmin will be leaving Kiss the Radio: no, no, and no.
“Isn’t your musical only temporary?” he asks Sungmin when they’re in the van on their way to the KBS building like they’ve been doing every weeknight for over a year now. “Why can’t you just come back after you’re done?” Night lights fly past their window, flashes illuminating Sungmin’s blank face. Sungmin smiles a lot on camera, but when they’re alone, he’s much more tepid.
“I have more musical plans after that too,” he tells Ryeowook. “Apparently they like me, and since my Japanese is getting better, they want me to help break into the Japanese market. But don’t worry.” A ghost of a smile flits across his lips as he turns to Ryeowook. “You’ll be awesome by yourself.”
Ryeowook doesn’t feel comfortable with being a solo DJ. He’s never been comfortable with these things-putting himself out there, alone, when he’s not standing on stage and singing his heart out. Spending those two hours with Sungmin nearly every day has become a comfortable luxury, one that he did not think would be taken away from him-but now it is, and no, Ryeowoook doesn’t want it. He-he likes Sungmin. He likes Sungmin a lot.
(He-)
“Don’t look so gloomy!” Sungmin playfully shoves Ryeowook, smiling in reassurance. “You’ll do fine.”
That’s not it, Ryeowook wants to say, but he bites his tongue. It’s not appropriate, and it’s not like Sungmin-it’s not like Sungmin would understand, anyway.
They reach KBS and work together like they always do, keeping their voices light and laughter in their eyes because no one knows the news yet. Sungmin acts stupid for the fans and Ryeowook waves in the way he knows they like and there fly another two hours, completely surrounded but feeling like he was with Sungmin and Sungmin alone.
(He used to be confused. He used to wonder why there was no grounding quiet and peace when he was with the other members, like Donghae or Siwon or Heechul-he used to wonder why it was only Sungmin, until one day when he walked into the dorm and found Sungmin practicing guitar in the living room like a bubbling creek in an untouched forest and that was when he knew. And it was unprecedented and scary and so, so beautiful.)
“Eat with me,” Ryeowook demands once they’re back in the van, heading back to the dorm. “I’ll cook. What do you want?”
“We’re dieting,” Sungmin points out. “Both of us.”
“I don’t care tonight.” Ryeowook is borderline whining. “Please?”
“What’s with you today? You never break your diet no matter what.” Sungmin reaches over and presses the back of his hand to Ryeowook’s forehead. “Are you feeling alright?”
Ryeowook tries very, very hard not to show how fast his heart is racing. “I’m fine,” he says, torn between pulling away and nudging closer. He ends up doing neither.
Sungmin’s hand falls away. “I’ll have an apple, then.”
“But that’s not cooking! I’ll make apple pie.”
“But I can’t-”
“Just one bite, okay?” And Ryeowook turns away to stare out the window, not allowing Sungmin to argue anymore. He thought he’s matured-he thought he’s grown out of this: throwing fits, clinging onto what he can’t, what he shouldn’t.
When they return to the dorm, Sungmin disappears into his room and Ryeowook bustles around in the kitchen, with Hyukjae hanging around him and eating apple slices here and there. By the time the pie is in the oven, Kyuhyun has wandered out, the fatty that he is, lured in by the sweet scent.
It’s two in the morning and Ryeowook can’t be bothered when the other members begin to fight over the pie the moment it’s out of the oven, but he does manage to grab one slice before slipping away, into Sungmin’s room.
“I told you I can’t,” Sungmin says, exasperation in his voice but kindness in his eyes. “But you should eat, Ryeowook. You’re too skinny.” He pokes Ryeowook’s hipbones, and Ryeowook jumps. (And warmth rushes to his cheeks and stop, no, stop-) “I liked it better when you had more weight on you.”
“You too! I don’t like it when you don’t eat, hyung.”
Sungmin frowns and looks down at his slightly protruding belly, and pokes at it. “No, I need to lose it.”
“I read in a book,” Ryeowook cuts the slice of pie with the fork, “that stomachs make weird sounds when they’re digesting stuff.” And he stuffs a bite into Sungmin’s mouth before Sungmin can realize what’s happening.
“Ryeowook!”
“Wait, let me listen.” Ryeowook thoughtlessly places the plate on the desk and pushes Sungmin until he’s sitting on his bed. Ryeowook finds the spot between his legs and presses his ear to Sungmin’s soft belly-waiting for Sungmin to chew, to swallow, for the pie that he made to make it to Sungmin’s stomach.
“You’re acting weird today,” Sungmin mutters, but he doesn’t push Ryeowook off. A few moments later, Ryeowook hears it-the faint gurgling against his ear, and he can’t hide his smile.
Sungmin is soft. Sungmin is warm. Ryeowook could kneel here and listen to him forever.
“What does it sound like?” Sungmin eventually ventures.
Ryeowook shakes his head. “I don’t know how to explain it. Wait, here. Listen to mine.”
“It’s okay-”
“No, no, listen!” He hastily shoves a bite of pie into his mouth even though it surpasses his quota for the week with that alone (but it’s worth it, he thinks, wholly and completely worth it) and switches their positions and suddenly it is Sungmin’s head pressed against his stomach and Ryeowook is very scared.
“It sounds…” Sungmin’s arms support him on either side of Ryeowook’s thighs, and he feels Sungmin relax against him. “It sounds comforting.” His eyes close and Ryeowook is enthralled and he is glad Sungmin is where he is, because if he were even a few inches higher, he would hear how frantically Ryeowook’s heart is beating. Ryeowook fights to keep his breathing even, slow, calm.
Breathe. Just breathe.
Sungmin’s hands move and his thumbs meet Ryeowook’s hipbones. “You’re so skinny,” he murmurs. “You’re so breakable.”
“Then you should stop dieting. You don’t want to be breakable like me, do you?”
Sungmin laughs quietly and it warms Ryeowook down to his very toes. “Yeah, I suppose so. I’ve never been good at dieting anyway.”
“You don’t have to. I think you’re perfect the way you are.”
“Thanks.” Sungmin brushes the compliment off like he does with all other compliments, but he doesn’t know just how much Ryeowook means it. Sungmin really is perfect, from the way his hair flops when he first wakes up to the way he hops around like a rabbit in front of their fans. Sungmin takes Ryeowook’s breath away no matter what he does and Ryeowook doesn’t know if he’ll ever be able to tell Sungmin that.
But maybe that’s okay. It doesn’t have to be today. Sungmin will leave Kiss the Radio eventually and he will be in Japan and Ryeowook won’t be seeing him for a long time, but he will eventually come home and that is what matters.
“I want to listen to your stomach again sometime,” he tells Sungmin, and it sounds a little weird but it’s the truth.
“Okay,” Sungmin agrees with ease. “Just as long as I can listen to yours.”
Ryeowook holds back for a moment, before he decides, to hell with it, and lets the grin bloom on his face. “Okay.”
They stay like that for a long time, Sungmin just listening to Ryeowook’s stomach that he’s sure has gone silent by now, but he thinks, if this is what Sungmin wants-if this is the comfort that he wants to indulge in before leaving and being homesick for weeks and weeks to come, then by all means, Ryeowook is more than happy to give it to him.
By all means.
Pairing: Sungmin/Ryeowook
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG
Notes: Hi, I'm xdespondence but moved onto a new account! Guess I'm not dead yet, hah.
Word Count: 1500
Summary: “I read in a book that stomachs make weird sounds when they’re digesting stuff.”
Approximately three things go through Ryeowook’s mind when he finds out that Sungmin will be leaving Kiss the Radio: no, no, and no.
“Isn’t your musical only temporary?” he asks Sungmin when they’re in the van on their way to the KBS building like they’ve been doing every weeknight for over a year now. “Why can’t you just come back after you’re done?” Night lights fly past their window, flashes illuminating Sungmin’s blank face. Sungmin smiles a lot on camera, but when they’re alone, he’s much more tepid.
“I have more musical plans after that too,” he tells Ryeowook. “Apparently they like me, and since my Japanese is getting better, they want me to help break into the Japanese market. But don’t worry.” A ghost of a smile flits across his lips as he turns to Ryeowook. “You’ll be awesome by yourself.”
Ryeowook doesn’t feel comfortable with being a solo DJ. He’s never been comfortable with these things-putting himself out there, alone, when he’s not standing on stage and singing his heart out. Spending those two hours with Sungmin nearly every day has become a comfortable luxury, one that he did not think would be taken away from him-but now it is, and no, Ryeowoook doesn’t want it. He-he likes Sungmin. He likes Sungmin a lot.
(He-)
“Don’t look so gloomy!” Sungmin playfully shoves Ryeowook, smiling in reassurance. “You’ll do fine.”
That’s not it, Ryeowook wants to say, but he bites his tongue. It’s not appropriate, and it’s not like Sungmin-it’s not like Sungmin would understand, anyway.
They reach KBS and work together like they always do, keeping their voices light and laughter in their eyes because no one knows the news yet. Sungmin acts stupid for the fans and Ryeowook waves in the way he knows they like and there fly another two hours, completely surrounded but feeling like he was with Sungmin and Sungmin alone.
(He used to be confused. He used to wonder why there was no grounding quiet and peace when he was with the other members, like Donghae or Siwon or Heechul-he used to wonder why it was only Sungmin, until one day when he walked into the dorm and found Sungmin practicing guitar in the living room like a bubbling creek in an untouched forest and that was when he knew. And it was unprecedented and scary and so, so beautiful.)
“Eat with me,” Ryeowook demands once they’re back in the van, heading back to the dorm. “I’ll cook. What do you want?”
“We’re dieting,” Sungmin points out. “Both of us.”
“I don’t care tonight.” Ryeowook is borderline whining. “Please?”
“What’s with you today? You never break your diet no matter what.” Sungmin reaches over and presses the back of his hand to Ryeowook’s forehead. “Are you feeling alright?”
Ryeowook tries very, very hard not to show how fast his heart is racing. “I’m fine,” he says, torn between pulling away and nudging closer. He ends up doing neither.
Sungmin’s hand falls away. “I’ll have an apple, then.”
“But that’s not cooking! I’ll make apple pie.”
“But I can’t-”
“Just one bite, okay?” And Ryeowook turns away to stare out the window, not allowing Sungmin to argue anymore. He thought he’s matured-he thought he’s grown out of this: throwing fits, clinging onto what he can’t, what he shouldn’t.
When they return to the dorm, Sungmin disappears into his room and Ryeowook bustles around in the kitchen, with Hyukjae hanging around him and eating apple slices here and there. By the time the pie is in the oven, Kyuhyun has wandered out, the fatty that he is, lured in by the sweet scent.
It’s two in the morning and Ryeowook can’t be bothered when the other members begin to fight over the pie the moment it’s out of the oven, but he does manage to grab one slice before slipping away, into Sungmin’s room.
“I told you I can’t,” Sungmin says, exasperation in his voice but kindness in his eyes. “But you should eat, Ryeowook. You’re too skinny.” He pokes Ryeowook’s hipbones, and Ryeowook jumps. (And warmth rushes to his cheeks and stop, no, stop-) “I liked it better when you had more weight on you.”
“You too! I don’t like it when you don’t eat, hyung.”
Sungmin frowns and looks down at his slightly protruding belly, and pokes at it. “No, I need to lose it.”
“I read in a book,” Ryeowook cuts the slice of pie with the fork, “that stomachs make weird sounds when they’re digesting stuff.” And he stuffs a bite into Sungmin’s mouth before Sungmin can realize what’s happening.
“Ryeowook!”
“Wait, let me listen.” Ryeowook thoughtlessly places the plate on the desk and pushes Sungmin until he’s sitting on his bed. Ryeowook finds the spot between his legs and presses his ear to Sungmin’s soft belly-waiting for Sungmin to chew, to swallow, for the pie that he made to make it to Sungmin’s stomach.
“You’re acting weird today,” Sungmin mutters, but he doesn’t push Ryeowook off. A few moments later, Ryeowook hears it-the faint gurgling against his ear, and he can’t hide his smile.
Sungmin is soft. Sungmin is warm. Ryeowook could kneel here and listen to him forever.
“What does it sound like?” Sungmin eventually ventures.
Ryeowook shakes his head. “I don’t know how to explain it. Wait, here. Listen to mine.”
“It’s okay-”
“No, no, listen!” He hastily shoves a bite of pie into his mouth even though it surpasses his quota for the week with that alone (but it’s worth it, he thinks, wholly and completely worth it) and switches their positions and suddenly it is Sungmin’s head pressed against his stomach and Ryeowook is very scared.
“It sounds…” Sungmin’s arms support him on either side of Ryeowook’s thighs, and he feels Sungmin relax against him. “It sounds comforting.” His eyes close and Ryeowook is enthralled and he is glad Sungmin is where he is, because if he were even a few inches higher, he would hear how frantically Ryeowook’s heart is beating. Ryeowook fights to keep his breathing even, slow, calm.
Breathe. Just breathe.
Sungmin’s hands move and his thumbs meet Ryeowook’s hipbones. “You’re so skinny,” he murmurs. “You’re so breakable.”
“Then you should stop dieting. You don’t want to be breakable like me, do you?”
Sungmin laughs quietly and it warms Ryeowook down to his very toes. “Yeah, I suppose so. I’ve never been good at dieting anyway.”
“You don’t have to. I think you’re perfect the way you are.”
“Thanks.” Sungmin brushes the compliment off like he does with all other compliments, but he doesn’t know just how much Ryeowook means it. Sungmin really is perfect, from the way his hair flops when he first wakes up to the way he hops around like a rabbit in front of their fans. Sungmin takes Ryeowook’s breath away no matter what he does and Ryeowook doesn’t know if he’ll ever be able to tell Sungmin that.
But maybe that’s okay. It doesn’t have to be today. Sungmin will leave Kiss the Radio eventually and he will be in Japan and Ryeowook won’t be seeing him for a long time, but he will eventually come home and that is what matters.
“I want to listen to your stomach again sometime,” he tells Sungmin, and it sounds a little weird but it’s the truth.
“Okay,” Sungmin agrees with ease. “Just as long as I can listen to yours.”
Ryeowook holds back for a moment, before he decides, to hell with it, and lets the grin bloom on his face. “Okay.”
They stay like that for a long time, Sungmin just listening to Ryeowook’s stomach that he’s sure has gone silent by now, but he thinks, if this is what Sungmin wants-if this is the comfort that he wants to indulge in before leaving and being homesick for weeks and weeks to come, then by all means, Ryeowook is more than happy to give it to him.
By all means.