Great Wall
Great Wall
It’s a few days before they are all meant to go back to Korea and they’re having dinner-Korean tonight, a special treat. The barbequed beef is almost gone and Donghae is throwing pickled vegetables at Henry, when Ryeowook says he doesn’t want to go back. There’s a silence, even the chewing stops, even though there is still the sizzling of meat on hot metal. Ryeowook knows that they are surprised, that they are thinking of times when he had cried in their leader’s arms because he missed home so much.
He sticks by his decision though and when the other members leave, he stays here in this foreign country that didn’t seem so foreign anymore. As he watches the others wave goodbye, he’s not alone, because for some reason Hankyung had decided to stay with him. Something about staying home and looking after our eternal magnae and too tired and being busy. Ryeowook doesn’t listen, doesn’t know, only thinking that this changes everything. Everything. He thinks of what Leeteuk will say, how Yesung will look, how Heechul will act when they find out that he had chosen to stay in China. Then Ryeowook doesn’t think about all that, because Hangeng is checking them out of that hotel at long last and taking him home.
Han mama is all smiles and warm hugs as Hangeng pushes him through the front door, but she isn’t expecting him. Hangeng’s room is all fixed up to fit a second person, but the surprise in her eyes tells Ryeowook that she had expected to see Shiwon or one of the others. Ryeowook asks Hangeng as they lay in bed that night, whether he had changed. Hankyung turns to face him, hands brushing a stray hair from his face and tells him that he’s still the Wookie that everybody loves. Ryeowook wants to ask, “The one you love?” but he only smiles and snuggle into the sheets closer to Hangeng. He doesn’t sleep till long after Hangeng starts snoring lightly.
They don’t go straight away even though they only have a few days. Time is precious and they shouldn’t waste it sitting on Hangeng’s bed chatting about nothing and baking stuff in the kitchen. Hangeng says they need it for tomorrow and Ryeowook doesn’t ask why they can’t just buy something; he doesn’t say anything, only watches the smile on the other’s face as they whisk the eggs. There are pots everywhere and the sweet aroma of the sweet cakes filled the kitchen; as Ryeowook reaches up to wipe away the smudge of flour on sharp cheekbones, he doesn’t even care if they don’t go at all.
It’s bitter cold when they do leave and the two of them huddle close as they stand on the bus, Hangeng with one arm holding on to the pole and the other around Ryeowook’s waist; it keeps him upright and away from the press of strangers and even the frozen condensation on the windows doesn’t take away the incredible warmth he feels.
Ryeowook has a scarf wrapped half around his face and he glances over to see Hankyung looking absolutely ridiculous with a huge beanie and even bigger sunglasses that left only a little part of his face showing. Ryeowook’s laughter is bubbling and carrying in the morning air and Hangeng smacks him lightly on the arm and pushes him behind a pole to shush him when people start to look. Ryeowook sneaks in a photo and wonders what the fans will say if they saw them now; a pouting Chinese man chasing after his cackling eternal magnae.
Hangeng takes him to all the tourist attractions and they act like tourists, snapping photos and pointing excitedly and Ryeowook is giggling the entire time, because Hangeng is pretending that he doesn’t speak Chinese, the fumbling Korean somehow enough to fool the shop ladies. They pose in front of statues and temples and looks through the souvenirs that Hangeng tells him are horribly overpriced; they buy them anyway.
They go to all the good places too, the really good ones that aren’t full of tourists, but hidden away in winding alleys and they have lunch in a tiny little restaurant with only the two of them. Ryeowook loves the little bamboo chopsticks and the tiny teacups and Hankyung laughs as he examines them with wide eyes. They eat quickly, both sitting on one side of the table and they laugh each time their arms bumped- there’s rice grains on the table by the time they finish, still sitting in the same place.
They are climbing the steps of the Great Wall when Ryeowook realizes that he’s left his scarf and gloves behind. Hangeng frowns at him and whispers “I can’t have you catching a cold Wookie, I need you” whilst wrapping his own scarf around Ryeowook’s neck. Ryeowook is too busy stopping his thoughts from over analysiing those words and he almost doesn’t realize when Hangeng grabs his hand and they continue climbing. Hangeng is still holding his hand hours later and Ryeowook has to tell himself to look at the sight, because all he can feel is the heat of skin and the way Hangeng’s finges seemed to mold so perfectly around his own. The view was spectacular, breathtaking drops and endless dips, but it was so hard to appreciate them, when Hangeng was smiling at him the whole time, all tenderness and fondness.
They do end up eating the sweet cakes they baked the previous night, the soft taro center smooth on Ryeowook’s tongue as the two of them huddle in a small stone fortress, where the wind didn’t lash and hiss. For a while there’s only the sound of chewing and the whirling of the camera as they take turns to snap photos. Ryeowook’s nose is pink from the cold and so are Hangeng’s cheeks. Hangeng smiles and squeezes his nose suddenly and Ryeowook jumps slightly before reaching over and squeezing those cheeks. It’s so stupid and childish and Ryeowook doesn’t care at all and he keeps laughing even after Hangeng stops. Ryeowook stops laughing all at once, because there are lips on his and the kiss is so deep that Ryeowook feels like he is falling from those high walls behind him- great walls indeed. He is pressed up against the cold stone and he can feel every inch of Hangeng’s body up against his and Ryeowook has to remember how to breathe.
They take a taxi home, hands still tangled together and Ryeowook has his head against Hangeng’s shoulders. He is absolutely exhausted, yet there was a tingle of energy and excitement running free in his veins. Ryewook slides his hat off his head, in front of his face and leans over to press a kiss onto the corner of Hangeng’s lips. Ryeowook spends the rest of the taxi ride on Hangeng’s lap. They avoid the eyes of the driver and Hangeng tips him extra well.
Hangeng piggybacks him to the bathroom then to bed; Ryeowook is all pouts and smiles and puppy dog looks when he’s with the Chinese man. They lie on the bed and they’re suppose to be sleeping, because Han mama is next door and they have to get up early to pick up the others from the airport, but there was something alive in Ryeowook and he straddled the dancer, boldly pressing kisses along that jaw and down that soft neck. Hangeng groans and rolls over, pinning him down and spoons him, telling him to go to sleep. Ryeowook pouts and wriggles and settles to sleep only when he elicits another groan and he can tell that his desires weren’t one sided by the hardness pressing into him.
Ryeowook uploads the photos onto his computer as the rest of the members unpack. There’s 231 photos, 187 of them have Hangeng in them. There are happy shots, open mouthed laughs and moon shaped eyes and serene ones, as the other glance out at the spectacular scenery. Candid, intimate, private, beautiful photos. He posts a couple of himself that Hangeng had taken, there was no need for the fans to know that Hangeng had been with him, because they would just read into it and make a big deal out of nothing. Except it wasn’t nothing, not even close; Ryeowook still had the marks on his neck to prove it. And also because he didn’t want to share those moments, those memories, his Hangeng with anyone.
It’s the last day of their little break, the last moments before they are thrown back into breathless schedules and no time. Hankyung pays him back for his little tease the other night, the seven of them are having dinner and Ryeowook’s trying to listen to what the others are telling him; he’s truly interested and he’s trying, but he can barely hold his chopsticks properly, because there’s a hand rubbing circles on the inside of his thighs. He can only manage a strangled choke as Henry asks him if anything’s wrong, as Hangeng stops chatting happily to Shiwon and turns to him, all concern and laughing eyes and his hands squeezing hard and twists just so, over the bulge in Ryeowook’s pants.
They are back in Korea when the others find out. Leeteuk had an absolute fit when he saw Ryeowook limping from the bathroom in the morning-Ryeowook had been sick of watching Heechul hang all over Hangeng and the dancer had made sure to show Ryeowook exactly how much he loved him. After all, Hangeng couldn’t very well let their leader murder his baby Henry.
oh my god i wrote fluff. what is the world coming to?
It’s a few days before they are all meant to go back to Korea and they’re having dinner-Korean tonight, a special treat. The barbequed beef is almost gone and Donghae is throwing pickled vegetables at Henry, when Ryeowook says he doesn’t want to go back. There’s a silence, even the chewing stops, even though there is still the sizzling of meat on hot metal. Ryeowook knows that they are surprised, that they are thinking of times when he had cried in their leader’s arms because he missed home so much.
He sticks by his decision though and when the other members leave, he stays here in this foreign country that didn’t seem so foreign anymore. As he watches the others wave goodbye, he’s not alone, because for some reason Hankyung had decided to stay with him. Something about staying home and looking after our eternal magnae and too tired and being busy. Ryeowook doesn’t listen, doesn’t know, only thinking that this changes everything. Everything. He thinks of what Leeteuk will say, how Yesung will look, how Heechul will act when they find out that he had chosen to stay in China. Then Ryeowook doesn’t think about all that, because Hangeng is checking them out of that hotel at long last and taking him home.
Han mama is all smiles and warm hugs as Hangeng pushes him through the front door, but she isn’t expecting him. Hangeng’s room is all fixed up to fit a second person, but the surprise in her eyes tells Ryeowook that she had expected to see Shiwon or one of the others. Ryeowook asks Hangeng as they lay in bed that night, whether he had changed. Hankyung turns to face him, hands brushing a stray hair from his face and tells him that he’s still the Wookie that everybody loves. Ryeowook wants to ask, “The one you love?” but he only smiles and snuggle into the sheets closer to Hangeng. He doesn’t sleep till long after Hangeng starts snoring lightly.
They don’t go straight away even though they only have a few days. Time is precious and they shouldn’t waste it sitting on Hangeng’s bed chatting about nothing and baking stuff in the kitchen. Hangeng says they need it for tomorrow and Ryeowook doesn’t ask why they can’t just buy something; he doesn’t say anything, only watches the smile on the other’s face as they whisk the eggs. There are pots everywhere and the sweet aroma of the sweet cakes filled the kitchen; as Ryeowook reaches up to wipe away the smudge of flour on sharp cheekbones, he doesn’t even care if they don’t go at all.
It’s bitter cold when they do leave and the two of them huddle close as they stand on the bus, Hangeng with one arm holding on to the pole and the other around Ryeowook’s waist; it keeps him upright and away from the press of strangers and even the frozen condensation on the windows doesn’t take away the incredible warmth he feels.
Ryeowook has a scarf wrapped half around his face and he glances over to see Hankyung looking absolutely ridiculous with a huge beanie and even bigger sunglasses that left only a little part of his face showing. Ryeowook’s laughter is bubbling and carrying in the morning air and Hangeng smacks him lightly on the arm and pushes him behind a pole to shush him when people start to look. Ryeowook sneaks in a photo and wonders what the fans will say if they saw them now; a pouting Chinese man chasing after his cackling eternal magnae.
Hangeng takes him to all the tourist attractions and they act like tourists, snapping photos and pointing excitedly and Ryeowook is giggling the entire time, because Hangeng is pretending that he doesn’t speak Chinese, the fumbling Korean somehow enough to fool the shop ladies. They pose in front of statues and temples and looks through the souvenirs that Hangeng tells him are horribly overpriced; they buy them anyway.
They go to all the good places too, the really good ones that aren’t full of tourists, but hidden away in winding alleys and they have lunch in a tiny little restaurant with only the two of them. Ryeowook loves the little bamboo chopsticks and the tiny teacups and Hankyung laughs as he examines them with wide eyes. They eat quickly, both sitting on one side of the table and they laugh each time their arms bumped- there’s rice grains on the table by the time they finish, still sitting in the same place.
They are climbing the steps of the Great Wall when Ryeowook realizes that he’s left his scarf and gloves behind. Hangeng frowns at him and whispers “I can’t have you catching a cold Wookie, I need you” whilst wrapping his own scarf around Ryeowook’s neck. Ryeowook is too busy stopping his thoughts from over analysiing those words and he almost doesn’t realize when Hangeng grabs his hand and they continue climbing. Hangeng is still holding his hand hours later and Ryeowook has to tell himself to look at the sight, because all he can feel is the heat of skin and the way Hangeng’s finges seemed to mold so perfectly around his own. The view was spectacular, breathtaking drops and endless dips, but it was so hard to appreciate them, when Hangeng was smiling at him the whole time, all tenderness and fondness.
They do end up eating the sweet cakes they baked the previous night, the soft taro center smooth on Ryeowook’s tongue as the two of them huddle in a small stone fortress, where the wind didn’t lash and hiss. For a while there’s only the sound of chewing and the whirling of the camera as they take turns to snap photos. Ryeowook’s nose is pink from the cold and so are Hangeng’s cheeks. Hangeng smiles and squeezes his nose suddenly and Ryeowook jumps slightly before reaching over and squeezing those cheeks. It’s so stupid and childish and Ryeowook doesn’t care at all and he keeps laughing even after Hangeng stops. Ryeowook stops laughing all at once, because there are lips on his and the kiss is so deep that Ryeowook feels like he is falling from those high walls behind him- great walls indeed. He is pressed up against the cold stone and he can feel every inch of Hangeng’s body up against his and Ryeowook has to remember how to breathe.
They take a taxi home, hands still tangled together and Ryeowook has his head against Hangeng’s shoulders. He is absolutely exhausted, yet there was a tingle of energy and excitement running free in his veins. Ryewook slides his hat off his head, in front of his face and leans over to press a kiss onto the corner of Hangeng’s lips. Ryeowook spends the rest of the taxi ride on Hangeng’s lap. They avoid the eyes of the driver and Hangeng tips him extra well.
Hangeng piggybacks him to the bathroom then to bed; Ryeowook is all pouts and smiles and puppy dog looks when he’s with the Chinese man. They lie on the bed and they’re suppose to be sleeping, because Han mama is next door and they have to get up early to pick up the others from the airport, but there was something alive in Ryeowook and he straddled the dancer, boldly pressing kisses along that jaw and down that soft neck. Hangeng groans and rolls over, pinning him down and spoons him, telling him to go to sleep. Ryeowook pouts and wriggles and settles to sleep only when he elicits another groan and he can tell that his desires weren’t one sided by the hardness pressing into him.
Ryeowook uploads the photos onto his computer as the rest of the members unpack. There’s 231 photos, 187 of them have Hangeng in them. There are happy shots, open mouthed laughs and moon shaped eyes and serene ones, as the other glance out at the spectacular scenery. Candid, intimate, private, beautiful photos. He posts a couple of himself that Hangeng had taken, there was no need for the fans to know that Hangeng had been with him, because they would just read into it and make a big deal out of nothing. Except it wasn’t nothing, not even close; Ryeowook still had the marks on his neck to prove it. And also because he didn’t want to share those moments, those memories, his Hangeng with anyone.
It’s the last day of their little break, the last moments before they are thrown back into breathless schedules and no time. Hankyung pays him back for his little tease the other night, the seven of them are having dinner and Ryeowook’s trying to listen to what the others are telling him; he’s truly interested and he’s trying, but he can barely hold his chopsticks properly, because there’s a hand rubbing circles on the inside of his thighs. He can only manage a strangled choke as Henry asks him if anything’s wrong, as Hangeng stops chatting happily to Shiwon and turns to him, all concern and laughing eyes and his hands squeezing hard and twists just so, over the bulge in Ryeowook’s pants.
They are back in Korea when the others find out. Leeteuk had an absolute fit when he saw Ryeowook limping from the bathroom in the morning-Ryeowook had been sick of watching Heechul hang all over Hangeng and the dancer had made sure to show Ryeowook exactly how much he loved him. After all, Hangeng couldn’t very well let their leader murder his baby Henry.
oh my god i wrote fluff. what is the world coming to?