The World for You - [Oneshot]
Title: The World for You
Length: One-shot (approx 2,200 words)
Author: sayhell
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Kyuwook
Genre: Fluff (Overdose perhaps)
Summary: In the dead of the night after their SMTOWN concert in Japan, Kyuhyun decided to bring Ryeowook to the Tokyo Tower for a date.
It was barely three in the morning when a pair of hands cupped Ryeowook’s face, stirring him from his deep slumber. A crease pinched his eyebrows as he tried to shake off those intruding hands and return to the tantalizing realm of sleep.
“Ryeowook, wake up. We’re going somewhere.” The hands patted his face lightly. He cracked an eye open at the deep timbre of the placating voice and found a miraculously fresh-faced Kyuhyun smiling down at him. Kyuhyun lifted him into a sitting position and steadied his swaying body by the shoulders, forbidding him to topple back into the soft embrace of the hotel’s bed.
“Is it time for rehearsal?” Ryeowook mumbled groggily, his eyes still barely opened. A huge part of his voice was still lodged in the base of his throat. His muscles were rioting in the aftermath of the concert that had ended less than five hours ago.
“No, but there’s a place I want to bring you to,” Kyuhyun explained, carefully letting go of Ryeowook when he was sure that the smaller man wouldn’t tip.
He worked Ryeowook’s pliant arms through the limbs of a jacket and rolled socks up the feet. Ryeowook’s head lolled in sleep while Kyuhyun clothed him.
“Here, we’re ready,” Kyuhyun announced after tightening the last of Ryeowook’s shoelaces. “Shall we go?” Kyuhyun straightened up and extended his hand. Out of habit, Ryeowook slipped his hand into Kyuhyun’s and allowed the younger to lead him out of their shared hotel room.
In the opulent lobby, Kyuhyun requested for a cab at the reception counter. He conversed in basic Japanese which Ryeowook’s sleep-laden mind could not comprehend. They sat on one of the upholstered sofas while they waited for their ride. Ryeowook’s head had just found its regular spot on Kyuhyun’s shoulder when a man smartly dressed in a suit informed them that their cab had arrived.
The haze of sleep that had surrounded Ryeowook parted in the confinement of the vehicle. The temerity of the situation pierced through his initial compliance and his rational side came into power. His mind traced back to how he had behaved around Kyuhyun back in the lobby and wondered if their actions had been perceived as overly-intimate by the staff.
“This is crazy,” he decided aloud, staking on the chance that the cab driver wasn't savvy in the Korean language. “What rumors will they spread after witnessing us going out together in the dead of the night?”
“I think you’re overestimating our popularity here. We’re neither Yunho nor Changmin,” Kyuhyun said in a matter-of-factly tone. “Besides, what we’re wearing leaves no room for them to guess.”
Ryeowook's eyes snapped down to look at the outfit beneath his jacket, and then at Kyuhyun’s. A scream threatened to spill from his throat when his mind registered. He was wearing a pink two-piece pajamas stamped with childish prints of teddy bears, and Kyuhyun was wearing the blue counterpart.
“Be mindful that we’re not alone,” Kyuhyun warned before Ryeowook could lash out at him.
Ryeowook slumped back into the seat, a defeated heap. “I hate you.” But there was little venom in his words.
“You love me,” Kyuhyun corrected.
“You’re crazy.”
“That’s because you drive me so.” Kyuhyun flashed a lop-sided smirk. Heat filled Ryeowook’s cheeks.
“I’m not going to talk to you anymore.” Ryeowook crossed his arms and fixed his eyes on the cruising scenery.
At multiple points in the subsequently quiet ride, Ryeowook wanted to ask Kyuhyun where exactly they were heading to, but he decided that his pride was of more importance.
Finally, the cab came to a stop at the foot of Tokyo Tower. Ryeowook alighted from the cab in a daze, his mouth slightly agape at the magnificent height of the lit tower. The gold tower tapered into the dark heavens above and no matter how far Ryeowook tipped his head backwards, the peak never came into sight.
“C’mon, we’re going up.” Kyuhyun reached for Ryeowook hands and intertwined his fingers with Ryeowook’s. Ryeowook followed Kyuhyun blindly as he stared at the colossal yet elegant structure in sheer wonderment.
“There you are,” a new voice greeted, instantly breaking the spell Ryeowook was under. A man in his late twenties approached them, his arm raised in a greeting which Kyuhyun returned in the same manner.
Instinctively, Ryeowook tried to extract his hand from Kyuhyun’s, but the latter only held it tighter. Kyuhyun turned over his shoulder to meet Ryeowook’s eyes, a reassuring smile on his lips.
It’s okay. One look was all it took for Ryeowook to trust Kyuhyun.
“Go right up to the Special Observatory. Tokyo’s night scenery is a killer,” the man said after leading them to an area where elevators were filed. “I’ll be waiting here.”
“Thanks, Choonji.” Kyuhyun punched the man’s chest in brotherly affection. “I owe you one.”
Choonji shook his head and smiled. He turned to Ryeowook, his eyes twinkling. “You must be special enough for him to request such help from me.” He said. “The Kyuhyun that I know was never this romantic.”
“So are you going to forgive me after hearing what he said?” Kyuhyun squeezed Ryeowook’s hand when a blush colored Ryeowook’s face. “Will you talk to me now?”
Choonji rolled his eyes and cringed jokingly. He jabbed a button on the panel and one of the elevators opened its doors. He ushered them in. “You guys should go before I become diabetic just by breathing the same air as you. Have fun.” He winked.
Pressure built in Ryeowook's ears as the elevator ascended steadily. Anticipation, mingled with a dash of excitement, tingled beneath his skin. He looked at their linked hands, warmth oozing from deep within him and transforming his lips into a small smile.
“Why did you bring me here?” Ryeowook’s curious voice was loud in the enclosure of four metal walls.
Kyuhyun glanced at Ryeowook. “It’s been so long since we last went on a date. I haven’t been able to hold your hand like this for ages.” Kyuhyun lifted their entwined hands and grinned. “The last thing I want is our relationship to plateau off.”
“Why would that happen for no reason?” Ryeowook mumbled.
“Who knows?” Kyuhyun shrugged. “I’ve been sensing competition for quite a while now. My Ryeowookie is too pretty for his own good.”
For the nth time since he had been shaken awake, Ryeowook felt his ears heating up. He was saved from the need to respond when the elevator doors parted like a curtain, revealing the skyline of Tokyo’s breath-taking night. In a burst of excitement, Ryeowook shook Kyuhyun’s hand off and strode forward to the glass windows.
“This is amazing,” Ryeowook breathed.
“It is, isn’t it?” Kyuhyun agreed, taking the spot next to Ryeowook as their eyes panned across the sight before them.
The entire metropolis spread beneath their feet, painted with lights of assorted colors. From this height, the roads resembled ribbons of parabolic gold interwoven between the buildings of the city. The surface of the river reflected a shimmering display of city lights. A Ferris wheel of lofty height stood proud in the distance, its lights shuffling through a cycle of colors every three minutes or so.
A quiet peace pervaded the observatory in these post-operation hours of Tokyo Tower, welding them in intangible union. In this peace, he nearly believed that eternity could be a reality for them; but it was also in this peace that his mind was pushed into the fields that he had deliberately avoided for the bliss of this ephemeral relationship.
Ryeowook turned to look at Kyuhyun, who was still mesmerized by the scenery. The dim fluorescent light lining the base of the glass outlined Kyuhyun’s ethereal profile. He wondered what he had done to deserve Kyuhyun’s heart.
Kyuhyun, although occasionally rude in his comments, was perfect in many other ways. Ryeowook thought about Kyuhyun’s ever-expanding fan base, the laudatory remarks about his vocals, and the many opportunities he was given to showcase his other talents. While he was happy about Kyuhyun’s achievements, there were moments where the widening chasm between their statuses glared at him.
Ryeowook stared at Kyuhyun for a long time, trying to photograph Kyuhyun’s profile into his memory. In the future when they had gone their separate ways, he could feed upon this moment to fuel him on.
‘At least we were once in love.’ That alone is enough. Ryeowook thought, but he couldn’t deny the pang he felt beneath his ribcage when he envisioned a future without Kyuhyun.
“Get rid of those negative thoughts in your head,” Kyuhyun ordered, reaching a hand out to ruffle Ryeowook’s hair. Ryeowook snapped out of his trance, quickly rearranging his face into a mask of mock annoyance.
“How do you know that I’m secretly plotting on how I should toss you over the tower for waking me up in the middle of the night and subjecting me to possible lecture by manager hyungs?”
Sighing, Kyuhyun bent down and folded his arms on the railings. “My Ryeowookie’s lips may lie, but his eyes don’t.” He propped his chin on his hand, his eyes transfixed on a faraway point, “He’s a pabo who worries incessantly about the future, believing that all that he has now would become history one day.” Their eyes met and Kyuhyun’s penetrating gaze bored right through the layers of Ryeowook’s insecurities. “Am I right?”
Ryeowook averted his eyes to the expanse of the night, unable to admit.
“But I want to tell him that his fears are unfounded.” Kyuhyun moved behind Ryeowook. He rested his hands on the railings on the either sides of Ryeowook, caging the smaller man between his arms. “I can give up all else just to keep him by my side.”
“You’re far too young to be so certain,” Ryeowook rebutted softly, wondering if his pessimism annoyed Kyuhyun.
“Maybe I haven’t done enough for you to believe what I’ve said.” Kyuhyun nuzzled his chin into curve of Ryeowook’s neckline, the friction produced sending a buzz slivering down Ryeowook’s spine. “But when that day comes, you’ll see.”
“Is it worth giving up the world for me?”
“You are my world. Being the top in showbiz means nothing if I’m not the top here.” Kyuhyun’s hands slid pass Ryeowook’s waist and meandered up to the left side of Ryeowook’s chest, where a heart thumped steadily underneath.
“Kyuhyun,” Ryeowook warned suddenly when the hand grazed deliberately over his nipple. Sexual tension was escalating between them and there was a need to halt it before things spiral out of control.
Ryeowook whipped his head to shoot Kyuhyun a frown, but all façade crumbled when Kyuhyun swooped down to capture his lips with a fervent intensity. Kyuhyun took the lead, teasing Ryeowook’s lips apart with his deft tongue. Their tongues slid against each other and danced in heated passion, and all rationale fled from Ryeowook’s brain as he melted in Kyuhyun’s hold. His grip on Kyuhyun’s arms was the sole reason why he hadn’t succumbed to the ground.
They parted after what seemed like an eternity, their chest heaving and their faces flushed. Kyuhyun leaned his forehead against Ryeowook’s, his hands coming up to caress the beautiful jaw line. Even in the dim light, Ryeowook could see his reflection swimming in Kyuhyun’s eyes. The revelation made him giddy with inexplicable exhilaration.
“Any idea why I won twice in a row?” Kyuhyun’s question grazed Ryeowook’s lips like a feather.
“Because you were the best?” Ryeowook felt stupid.
“Partly,” Kyuhyun agreed readily. “But it’s mainly because I’ve decided that the man who loves Ryeowook and the man whom Ryeowook loves shouldn’t be a mere second best. You were the one I thought about when I sang. So Kim Ryeowook, will you continue to be my muse?”
Ryeowook felt a burn in his eyes. His heart was overflowing with a myriad of positive emotions. Pursing his lips, he cast his eyes onto the ground in an effort to hide the tears that were building.
“Are you going to cry?” Kyuhyun pulled back a couple of inches to observe Ryeowook.
“Who’s going to cry over cheesy statements like that?” Ryeowook lied defiantly, but the quaver coursing through his voice betrayed him.
“That’s too bad though,” Kyuhyun lamented. “Your tears could give me a reason to kiss you again.”
“You’re totally barbaric.” Ryeowook’s teary eyes were wide with disbelief.
“Maybe ‘totally barbaric’ is an understatement.” Kyuhyun smirked devilishly. Then, much to Ryeowook’s affront, he leant in for a second kiss.
Ryeowook’s initial protests transited quickly into an aroused compliance. He looped his arms around Kyuhyun’s neck, returning the kiss with equal fervor.
For the couple who had lost themselves in each other’s embrace, the night was still long.
END
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A/N: Because someone on twitter requested for this, and because I thought this could mitigate my writer’s block. Done to commemorate the explosion of Kyuwook on 030911.
Fluff is not my forte, so please forgive me for some of the cringe-worthy parts. There’s not much plot either. Either way, thanks for reading. =)
Length: One-shot (approx 2,200 words)
Author: sayhell
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Kyuwook
Genre: Fluff (Overdose perhaps)
Summary: In the dead of the night after their SMTOWN concert in Japan, Kyuhyun decided to bring Ryeowook to the Tokyo Tower for a date.
It was barely three in the morning when a pair of hands cupped Ryeowook’s face, stirring him from his deep slumber. A crease pinched his eyebrows as he tried to shake off those intruding hands and return to the tantalizing realm of sleep.
“Ryeowook, wake up. We’re going somewhere.” The hands patted his face lightly. He cracked an eye open at the deep timbre of the placating voice and found a miraculously fresh-faced Kyuhyun smiling down at him. Kyuhyun lifted him into a sitting position and steadied his swaying body by the shoulders, forbidding him to topple back into the soft embrace of the hotel’s bed.
“Is it time for rehearsal?” Ryeowook mumbled groggily, his eyes still barely opened. A huge part of his voice was still lodged in the base of his throat. His muscles were rioting in the aftermath of the concert that had ended less than five hours ago.
“No, but there’s a place I want to bring you to,” Kyuhyun explained, carefully letting go of Ryeowook when he was sure that the smaller man wouldn’t tip.
He worked Ryeowook’s pliant arms through the limbs of a jacket and rolled socks up the feet. Ryeowook’s head lolled in sleep while Kyuhyun clothed him.
“Here, we’re ready,” Kyuhyun announced after tightening the last of Ryeowook’s shoelaces. “Shall we go?” Kyuhyun straightened up and extended his hand. Out of habit, Ryeowook slipped his hand into Kyuhyun’s and allowed the younger to lead him out of their shared hotel room.
In the opulent lobby, Kyuhyun requested for a cab at the reception counter. He conversed in basic Japanese which Ryeowook’s sleep-laden mind could not comprehend. They sat on one of the upholstered sofas while they waited for their ride. Ryeowook’s head had just found its regular spot on Kyuhyun’s shoulder when a man smartly dressed in a suit informed them that their cab had arrived.
The haze of sleep that had surrounded Ryeowook parted in the confinement of the vehicle. The temerity of the situation pierced through his initial compliance and his rational side came into power. His mind traced back to how he had behaved around Kyuhyun back in the lobby and wondered if their actions had been perceived as overly-intimate by the staff.
“This is crazy,” he decided aloud, staking on the chance that the cab driver wasn't savvy in the Korean language. “What rumors will they spread after witnessing us going out together in the dead of the night?”
“I think you’re overestimating our popularity here. We’re neither Yunho nor Changmin,” Kyuhyun said in a matter-of-factly tone. “Besides, what we’re wearing leaves no room for them to guess.”
Ryeowook's eyes snapped down to look at the outfit beneath his jacket, and then at Kyuhyun’s. A scream threatened to spill from his throat when his mind registered. He was wearing a pink two-piece pajamas stamped with childish prints of teddy bears, and Kyuhyun was wearing the blue counterpart.
“Be mindful that we’re not alone,” Kyuhyun warned before Ryeowook could lash out at him.
Ryeowook slumped back into the seat, a defeated heap. “I hate you.” But there was little venom in his words.
“You love me,” Kyuhyun corrected.
“You’re crazy.”
“That’s because you drive me so.” Kyuhyun flashed a lop-sided smirk. Heat filled Ryeowook’s cheeks.
“I’m not going to talk to you anymore.” Ryeowook crossed his arms and fixed his eyes on the cruising scenery.
At multiple points in the subsequently quiet ride, Ryeowook wanted to ask Kyuhyun where exactly they were heading to, but he decided that his pride was of more importance.
Finally, the cab came to a stop at the foot of Tokyo Tower. Ryeowook alighted from the cab in a daze, his mouth slightly agape at the magnificent height of the lit tower. The gold tower tapered into the dark heavens above and no matter how far Ryeowook tipped his head backwards, the peak never came into sight.
“C’mon, we’re going up.” Kyuhyun reached for Ryeowook hands and intertwined his fingers with Ryeowook’s. Ryeowook followed Kyuhyun blindly as he stared at the colossal yet elegant structure in sheer wonderment.
“There you are,” a new voice greeted, instantly breaking the spell Ryeowook was under. A man in his late twenties approached them, his arm raised in a greeting which Kyuhyun returned in the same manner.
Instinctively, Ryeowook tried to extract his hand from Kyuhyun’s, but the latter only held it tighter. Kyuhyun turned over his shoulder to meet Ryeowook’s eyes, a reassuring smile on his lips.
It’s okay. One look was all it took for Ryeowook to trust Kyuhyun.
“Go right up to the Special Observatory. Tokyo’s night scenery is a killer,” the man said after leading them to an area where elevators were filed. “I’ll be waiting here.”
“Thanks, Choonji.” Kyuhyun punched the man’s chest in brotherly affection. “I owe you one.”
Choonji shook his head and smiled. He turned to Ryeowook, his eyes twinkling. “You must be special enough for him to request such help from me.” He said. “The Kyuhyun that I know was never this romantic.”
“So are you going to forgive me after hearing what he said?” Kyuhyun squeezed Ryeowook’s hand when a blush colored Ryeowook’s face. “Will you talk to me now?”
Choonji rolled his eyes and cringed jokingly. He jabbed a button on the panel and one of the elevators opened its doors. He ushered them in. “You guys should go before I become diabetic just by breathing the same air as you. Have fun.” He winked.
Pressure built in Ryeowook's ears as the elevator ascended steadily. Anticipation, mingled with a dash of excitement, tingled beneath his skin. He looked at their linked hands, warmth oozing from deep within him and transforming his lips into a small smile.
“Why did you bring me here?” Ryeowook’s curious voice was loud in the enclosure of four metal walls.
Kyuhyun glanced at Ryeowook. “It’s been so long since we last went on a date. I haven’t been able to hold your hand like this for ages.” Kyuhyun lifted their entwined hands and grinned. “The last thing I want is our relationship to plateau off.”
“Why would that happen for no reason?” Ryeowook mumbled.
“Who knows?” Kyuhyun shrugged. “I’ve been sensing competition for quite a while now. My Ryeowookie is too pretty for his own good.”
For the nth time since he had been shaken awake, Ryeowook felt his ears heating up. He was saved from the need to respond when the elevator doors parted like a curtain, revealing the skyline of Tokyo’s breath-taking night. In a burst of excitement, Ryeowook shook Kyuhyun’s hand off and strode forward to the glass windows.
“This is amazing,” Ryeowook breathed.
“It is, isn’t it?” Kyuhyun agreed, taking the spot next to Ryeowook as their eyes panned across the sight before them.
The entire metropolis spread beneath their feet, painted with lights of assorted colors. From this height, the roads resembled ribbons of parabolic gold interwoven between the buildings of the city. The surface of the river reflected a shimmering display of city lights. A Ferris wheel of lofty height stood proud in the distance, its lights shuffling through a cycle of colors every three minutes or so.
A quiet peace pervaded the observatory in these post-operation hours of Tokyo Tower, welding them in intangible union. In this peace, he nearly believed that eternity could be a reality for them; but it was also in this peace that his mind was pushed into the fields that he had deliberately avoided for the bliss of this ephemeral relationship.
Ryeowook turned to look at Kyuhyun, who was still mesmerized by the scenery. The dim fluorescent light lining the base of the glass outlined Kyuhyun’s ethereal profile. He wondered what he had done to deserve Kyuhyun’s heart.
Kyuhyun, although occasionally rude in his comments, was perfect in many other ways. Ryeowook thought about Kyuhyun’s ever-expanding fan base, the laudatory remarks about his vocals, and the many opportunities he was given to showcase his other talents. While he was happy about Kyuhyun’s achievements, there were moments where the widening chasm between their statuses glared at him.
Ryeowook stared at Kyuhyun for a long time, trying to photograph Kyuhyun’s profile into his memory. In the future when they had gone their separate ways, he could feed upon this moment to fuel him on.
‘At least we were once in love.’ That alone is enough. Ryeowook thought, but he couldn’t deny the pang he felt beneath his ribcage when he envisioned a future without Kyuhyun.
“Get rid of those negative thoughts in your head,” Kyuhyun ordered, reaching a hand out to ruffle Ryeowook’s hair. Ryeowook snapped out of his trance, quickly rearranging his face into a mask of mock annoyance.
“How do you know that I’m secretly plotting on how I should toss you over the tower for waking me up in the middle of the night and subjecting me to possible lecture by manager hyungs?”
Sighing, Kyuhyun bent down and folded his arms on the railings. “My Ryeowookie’s lips may lie, but his eyes don’t.” He propped his chin on his hand, his eyes transfixed on a faraway point, “He’s a pabo who worries incessantly about the future, believing that all that he has now would become history one day.” Their eyes met and Kyuhyun’s penetrating gaze bored right through the layers of Ryeowook’s insecurities. “Am I right?”
Ryeowook averted his eyes to the expanse of the night, unable to admit.
“But I want to tell him that his fears are unfounded.” Kyuhyun moved behind Ryeowook. He rested his hands on the railings on the either sides of Ryeowook, caging the smaller man between his arms. “I can give up all else just to keep him by my side.”
“You’re far too young to be so certain,” Ryeowook rebutted softly, wondering if his pessimism annoyed Kyuhyun.
“Maybe I haven’t done enough for you to believe what I’ve said.” Kyuhyun nuzzled his chin into curve of Ryeowook’s neckline, the friction produced sending a buzz slivering down Ryeowook’s spine. “But when that day comes, you’ll see.”
“Is it worth giving up the world for me?”
“You are my world. Being the top in showbiz means nothing if I’m not the top here.” Kyuhyun’s hands slid pass Ryeowook’s waist and meandered up to the left side of Ryeowook’s chest, where a heart thumped steadily underneath.
“Kyuhyun,” Ryeowook warned suddenly when the hand grazed deliberately over his nipple. Sexual tension was escalating between them and there was a need to halt it before things spiral out of control.
Ryeowook whipped his head to shoot Kyuhyun a frown, but all façade crumbled when Kyuhyun swooped down to capture his lips with a fervent intensity. Kyuhyun took the lead, teasing Ryeowook’s lips apart with his deft tongue. Their tongues slid against each other and danced in heated passion, and all rationale fled from Ryeowook’s brain as he melted in Kyuhyun’s hold. His grip on Kyuhyun’s arms was the sole reason why he hadn’t succumbed to the ground.
They parted after what seemed like an eternity, their chest heaving and their faces flushed. Kyuhyun leaned his forehead against Ryeowook’s, his hands coming up to caress the beautiful jaw line. Even in the dim light, Ryeowook could see his reflection swimming in Kyuhyun’s eyes. The revelation made him giddy with inexplicable exhilaration.
“Any idea why I won twice in a row?” Kyuhyun’s question grazed Ryeowook’s lips like a feather.
“Because you were the best?” Ryeowook felt stupid.
“Partly,” Kyuhyun agreed readily. “But it’s mainly because I’ve decided that the man who loves Ryeowook and the man whom Ryeowook loves shouldn’t be a mere second best. You were the one I thought about when I sang. So Kim Ryeowook, will you continue to be my muse?”
Ryeowook felt a burn in his eyes. His heart was overflowing with a myriad of positive emotions. Pursing his lips, he cast his eyes onto the ground in an effort to hide the tears that were building.
“Are you going to cry?” Kyuhyun pulled back a couple of inches to observe Ryeowook.
“Who’s going to cry over cheesy statements like that?” Ryeowook lied defiantly, but the quaver coursing through his voice betrayed him.
“That’s too bad though,” Kyuhyun lamented. “Your tears could give me a reason to kiss you again.”
“You’re totally barbaric.” Ryeowook’s teary eyes were wide with disbelief.
“Maybe ‘totally barbaric’ is an understatement.” Kyuhyun smirked devilishly. Then, much to Ryeowook’s affront, he leant in for a second kiss.
Ryeowook’s initial protests transited quickly into an aroused compliance. He looped his arms around Kyuhyun’s neck, returning the kiss with equal fervor.
For the couple who had lost themselves in each other’s embrace, the night was still long.
END
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A/N: Because someone on twitter requested for this, and because I thought this could mitigate my writer’s block. Done to commemorate the explosion of Kyuwook on 030911.
Fluff is not my forte, so please forgive me for some of the cringe-worthy parts. There’s not much plot either. Either way, thanks for reading. =)