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rating: R-ish
fandom: Super Junior
pairing: Yehsung/Ryeowook
summary: You like it, how he just accepts you as you are.
comments: Christmas present for hoyah from miracle_ss
You wake up with his name on your lips. A dream, probably, although you don’t remember. You rub your eyes and roll over, a soft groan passing between your lips. It’s hideously early, and the weight of it is heavy on your tired eyes. You’d rather stay in bed and catch a couple more hours sleep, but you know you can’t, you have a schedule, and you have to stick to it, and try to look somewhat happy whilst you do.
You’re in the middle of convincing yourself it really is time to get up and ready, especially if you want to eat anything at all before you leave, when the bedroom door opens with a soft shuffle. A moment later a smiling face peeks around.
“Oh good, you’re up! I was just coming to make sure. There’s still some breakfast left, but you better be quick if you actually want to eat it.”
You can’t help but smile back at him. If that smile could greet you every morning, you’d never complain about getting up early again.
*
It’s cold outside but hot in the car. Probably because the heat’s been turned right up and you’ve still got your coat on. A few moments ago there had been laughter and teasing, but now as you get closer to your destination its gone quiet. Kyuhyun is slouched down in his seat, biting away nervously on his lower lip, and Ryeowook is leaning against you, tense with his own anxiety. You’re nervous too, it’s a live and it’s just the three of you, but you want to appear confident and calm; it’s as much for your sake as theirs.
As you climb out of the car you notice Ryeowook’s actually trembling and his hands are shaking. You reach out, take hold of his wrist and slip up close beside him. “You’ve done this before, you know,” you remind him, voice soft.
He glances up at you, smiles after just a moment, a nervous twitch of lips, but a smile nonetheless. “Everyone will be judging us tonight, though, waiting for one of us to screw up…”
You shake your head and give him a firm look. “Don’t give them the satisfaction.” You smile at him then, too, and you can see, can feel him relax, just a little, at your words.
Your own nerves get worse just before you’re due on stage even though this is something you’ve done before too. Cold fingers wrap around your own, give your hand the briefest squeeze, before he pulls away and follows the cue.
*
You feel like you’re on such a high when you step down from that stage, like the world is floating beneath your feet and you could accomplish just about anything. Your smile is wide, and theirs are just as wide to match. There are hugs and holds and congratulations exchanged.
Ryeowook hugs you; he’s already hugged you twice, although he’s probably forgotten that. His body is warm and small against your own, and you like the way it feels, having him wrapped up in your arms like this.
He’s practically bouncing from the excitement, clearly thrilled, and his smile is contagious. You look down at him, and all you can think about is kissing his pretty, laughing mouth.
*
There are more things to do, you, Ryeowook and Kyuhyun. More performances, photo shoots, video shoots; you’re busy and it tires you out, more than usual. You’re coming back from another performance; Ryeowook’s body is warm and snuggled against your own. No one needs to ask, Kyuhyun automatically always takes the front seat. You’d never say so out loud, you like Kyuhyun after all, but you do prefer to sit next to Ryeowook.
Especially when you can feel the weight of him, warm and heavy, against your side, and can tell without even looking that he’s fallen asleep against you, his even breaths soft between the sounds of hushed conversation. Ryeowook always falls asleep in the car, and he always ends up using you as a human pillow, but you never mind. You like it, really.
*
He giggles and calls out your name, waves at you from across the room. You almost knock Shiwon over in your haste, a careless apology slips from your lips but he doesn’t even seem to care, he’s too busy laughing over something with Kibum.
“Hey,” Ryeowook giggles again when you reach him. Sungmin had just come over to pull Kyuhyun away, which leaves the two of you alone, and for just a moment you wonder if Sungmin suspects. Whatever, you don’t really care if he does or not. If anyone does.
You smile, because you just can’t ever help it around Ryeowook, especially when he’s had a little too much to drink and keeps laughing for no reason. And most especially when he casually slings an arm around your neck and pulls you down for a hug. He’s far more affectionate when he’s loose, relaxed, giddy, and you quite like him that way.
“How much have you had to drink?” You raise an eyebrow at him, sounding amused.
The smile he flashes you is even wider. “I don’t know, but look! Heechul just gave me another one.”
He brandishes a mostly full glass of something, and you can’t help but laugh at him. “I think you’ve had enough,” you tell him, gently prying the glass from his hand and handing it to a passing Kangin, who sounds happy about it.
You always end up looking out for him; it’s a natural reaction, not something you can help. But the smile he gives you makes you think he likes it just as much as you do.
*
He’s roped you into watching some kind of sappy romance movie with him. It’s pretty late, and everyone else who had been watching it with you two had left awhile ago, even Donghae and Sungmin, who were suckers for these kinds of movies, had given up and gone to do something else.
So it’s just you and Ryeowook, which you like, actually, what you don’t like is the awful movie you’ve been forced to sit through. You’ve spent more than half of the playing time watching him instead though, gazing at the pretty profile of his face from the corner of your eye.
“Hey,” you say, breaking the silence for the first time in a while; you’re both quiet when you watch movies. “Is this thing nearly done?”
Ryeowook glances over at you for a moment, before snorting softly at your words. “If you don’t like it, you don’t have to stay.”
You shrug. You’re not going to say it out loud, you don’t need to, but really, you don’t mind what you do, if you’re doing it with Ryeowook.
Instead, you just say, “someone’s got to provide a shoulder for you. I know you’re going to end up crying.”
He laughs.
*
You wake up from a bad dream; you don’t even remember what it was anymore, just that you didn’t like it. You go and crawl into Ryeowook’s bed. He isn’t even surprised anymore, not like he used to be, and immediately turns to face you, his thin arms winding around your body, pulling you close against his warmth.
You bury your face against his neck, his skin is warm and he smells like soap and fresh sheets. His scent is so familiar, so comforting, and already you feel better. You wind an arm around his waist, hold him close. Your breath is steady and warm and you can practically feel the way his skin shivers beneath it, your lips are so close.
He doesn’t ask, and you don’t explain, there’s no need to, anyway. Ryeowook never questions you, and you never feel the need to explain yourself to him. You like it, how he just accepts you as you are.
He feels warm and tiny against you and you pull him closer, finally giving in and pressing a kiss to the warm skin of his throat. This time you do feel him shiver and you smile at the effect you have on him.
*
You remember the day you kissed him for the first time. It had been cold out, but he’d been so warm, bundled up in your arms, his mouth hot against your own. You hadn’t been at all nervous, you recall, not at first, anyway, not until after you’d kissed him. And then you’d worried, worried you’d misread the signals or that he didn’t like you that way or that you’d scare him off by being too forward.
It had felt more like five years than the five seconds it had taken him to respond, giving you one of his sweet smiles, the fingers of his gloved hand squeezing awkwardly around your own. And you’d relaxed then, because his smile always made you relax, and had kissed him again. You can even remember what he tasted like, oranges. Sweet and warm and juicy, just like oranges.
You’d developed a sudden fondness for oranges, after that, as you recall.
*
He’s eating ice cream in the kitchen and Sungmin and Shindong have finally decided to go do something else. You smile, just a small twitch of your lips, as you watch Ryeowook. He’s grown up a lot over the past year, he really has, but he’s still a child sometimes, and you’re reminded of this most when he does certain things, like eat ice cream.
You’re laughing outright at him now, and the sound distracts him enough to make him glance up from his bowl, a childish pout on his lips.
“What’s so funny?” he asks, sounding just a touch suspicious, because he knows the kinds of things that make you laugh.
The look on his face amuses you further, you can’t help but laugh some more. “You missed a bit,” you tell him. Your smile turns into something a little less amused and something a little more…predatory. You’re sure he notices the glint that must be in your eyes now.
He really is still like a child sometimes, because he still manages to make a mess of his face when he eats ice cream, but that’s okay, you’re there to…help clean him up.
He gasps, just softly, when the warmth of your mouth mingles with the chill of his own.
“Mmm, Ryeowook, my favourite flavour.”
You love the colour that fills his cheeks, and kiss him again. You just can’t help yourself.
*
Crazy is what you’d called yourself, back then, at the time. Crazy, because he was Ryeowook and how could you possibly feel that way for him? Apparently he’d won you over though, with that smile of his. And you don’t really care, anymore, if you’re crazy, if you’re absolutely insane, if you’ve lost your mind or anything like that.
Now, you think, you’d be crazy if you didn’t feel like this for him. If you didn’t warm up from the soles of your feet to the tips of your ears every time he smiled at you; if you didn’t feel the butterflies dancing in your throat every time he looked at you, or the breath catch and stick in your chest every time he kissed you.
No, you’d definitely be crazy now if he didn’t affect you the way he does.
*
His skin is warm beneath your lips and you can feel the muscles in his abdomen quiver under your fingertips. You smile against his skin, press kisses against his neck, your fingers stroking lower and lower down his body.
You like the noises Ryeowook makes, the whimpers in his throat when you press your bodies close, the soft moans that slip between his lips when you press in, the way he whispers your name (you’ve never liked the sound of Jongoon until he said it) and clutches at you tightly.
You hold him close, afterwards, hold him tight in your arms, feel his body still shaking a little, feel your own skin still flushed with the heat of pleasure. His fingers brush through your sweaty hair and a smile falls on your face. He whispers your name, kisses you softly, once, twice, thrice, his little ritual now, and you’re sure you’ve never felt as comfortable as you do when you have Ryeowook in your arms.
*
He’s come with you to your radio show today. You like it when he does that. He talks, he laughs, he sings along and dances, he joins in. It makes you smile to see it. You remember when he was almost painfully shy, quiet and kept to himself a lot more. But that was back in the beginning. He’s come a long way now, you both have.
It makes you happy to see him coming out of himself more, growing into his personality, and it makes you happy you get to be there whilst he does it.
“Sing us something, Ryeowook,” you ask him, a grin on your face.
His cheeks still flush a little with colour, but he obliges. Even though he’s not being serious, you still feel chills crawl down your spine at the sound of voice. He finishes with a small laugh and you applaud him, smiling.
You’re not really sure when this all started with Ryeowook, maybe it was the day you met him for the first time, when you introduced yourself and saw a flicker of his smile, or maybe it was sometime later on. It doesn’t really matter when, or how, it all started though, because it’s happened, it’s here.
It’s right now, and that’s really all that matters.
You look over at him, catch him watching you. You sneak a hand under the desk, away from the cameras, slip your fingers through his, and smile.
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rating: R-ish
fandom: Super Junior
pairing: Yehsung/Ryeowook
summary: You like it, how he just accepts you as you are.
comments: Christmas present for hoyah from miracle_ss
You wake up with his name on your lips. A dream, probably, although you don’t remember. You rub your eyes and roll over, a soft groan passing between your lips. It’s hideously early, and the weight of it is heavy on your tired eyes. You’d rather stay in bed and catch a couple more hours sleep, but you know you can’t, you have a schedule, and you have to stick to it, and try to look somewhat happy whilst you do.
You’re in the middle of convincing yourself it really is time to get up and ready, especially if you want to eat anything at all before you leave, when the bedroom door opens with a soft shuffle. A moment later a smiling face peeks around.
“Oh good, you’re up! I was just coming to make sure. There’s still some breakfast left, but you better be quick if you actually want to eat it.”
You can’t help but smile back at him. If that smile could greet you every morning, you’d never complain about getting up early again.
*
It’s cold outside but hot in the car. Probably because the heat’s been turned right up and you’ve still got your coat on. A few moments ago there had been laughter and teasing, but now as you get closer to your destination its gone quiet. Kyuhyun is slouched down in his seat, biting away nervously on his lower lip, and Ryeowook is leaning against you, tense with his own anxiety. You’re nervous too, it’s a live and it’s just the three of you, but you want to appear confident and calm; it’s as much for your sake as theirs.
As you climb out of the car you notice Ryeowook’s actually trembling and his hands are shaking. You reach out, take hold of his wrist and slip up close beside him. “You’ve done this before, you know,” you remind him, voice soft.
He glances up at you, smiles after just a moment, a nervous twitch of lips, but a smile nonetheless. “Everyone will be judging us tonight, though, waiting for one of us to screw up…”
You shake your head and give him a firm look. “Don’t give them the satisfaction.” You smile at him then, too, and you can see, can feel him relax, just a little, at your words.
Your own nerves get worse just before you’re due on stage even though this is something you’ve done before too. Cold fingers wrap around your own, give your hand the briefest squeeze, before he pulls away and follows the cue.
*
You feel like you’re on such a high when you step down from that stage, like the world is floating beneath your feet and you could accomplish just about anything. Your smile is wide, and theirs are just as wide to match. There are hugs and holds and congratulations exchanged.
Ryeowook hugs you; he’s already hugged you twice, although he’s probably forgotten that. His body is warm and small against your own, and you like the way it feels, having him wrapped up in your arms like this.
He’s practically bouncing from the excitement, clearly thrilled, and his smile is contagious. You look down at him, and all you can think about is kissing his pretty, laughing mouth.
*
There are more things to do, you, Ryeowook and Kyuhyun. More performances, photo shoots, video shoots; you’re busy and it tires you out, more than usual. You’re coming back from another performance; Ryeowook’s body is warm and snuggled against your own. No one needs to ask, Kyuhyun automatically always takes the front seat. You’d never say so out loud, you like Kyuhyun after all, but you do prefer to sit next to Ryeowook.
Especially when you can feel the weight of him, warm and heavy, against your side, and can tell without even looking that he’s fallen asleep against you, his even breaths soft between the sounds of hushed conversation. Ryeowook always falls asleep in the car, and he always ends up using you as a human pillow, but you never mind. You like it, really.
*
He giggles and calls out your name, waves at you from across the room. You almost knock Shiwon over in your haste, a careless apology slips from your lips but he doesn’t even seem to care, he’s too busy laughing over something with Kibum.
“Hey,” Ryeowook giggles again when you reach him. Sungmin had just come over to pull Kyuhyun away, which leaves the two of you alone, and for just a moment you wonder if Sungmin suspects. Whatever, you don’t really care if he does or not. If anyone does.
You smile, because you just can’t ever help it around Ryeowook, especially when he’s had a little too much to drink and keeps laughing for no reason. And most especially when he casually slings an arm around your neck and pulls you down for a hug. He’s far more affectionate when he’s loose, relaxed, giddy, and you quite like him that way.
“How much have you had to drink?” You raise an eyebrow at him, sounding amused.
The smile he flashes you is even wider. “I don’t know, but look! Heechul just gave me another one.”
He brandishes a mostly full glass of something, and you can’t help but laugh at him. “I think you’ve had enough,” you tell him, gently prying the glass from his hand and handing it to a passing Kangin, who sounds happy about it.
You always end up looking out for him; it’s a natural reaction, not something you can help. But the smile he gives you makes you think he likes it just as much as you do.
*
He’s roped you into watching some kind of sappy romance movie with him. It’s pretty late, and everyone else who had been watching it with you two had left awhile ago, even Donghae and Sungmin, who were suckers for these kinds of movies, had given up and gone to do something else.
So it’s just you and Ryeowook, which you like, actually, what you don’t like is the awful movie you’ve been forced to sit through. You’ve spent more than half of the playing time watching him instead though, gazing at the pretty profile of his face from the corner of your eye.
“Hey,” you say, breaking the silence for the first time in a while; you’re both quiet when you watch movies. “Is this thing nearly done?”
Ryeowook glances over at you for a moment, before snorting softly at your words. “If you don’t like it, you don’t have to stay.”
You shrug. You’re not going to say it out loud, you don’t need to, but really, you don’t mind what you do, if you’re doing it with Ryeowook.
Instead, you just say, “someone’s got to provide a shoulder for you. I know you’re going to end up crying.”
He laughs.
*
You wake up from a bad dream; you don’t even remember what it was anymore, just that you didn’t like it. You go and crawl into Ryeowook’s bed. He isn’t even surprised anymore, not like he used to be, and immediately turns to face you, his thin arms winding around your body, pulling you close against his warmth.
You bury your face against his neck, his skin is warm and he smells like soap and fresh sheets. His scent is so familiar, so comforting, and already you feel better. You wind an arm around his waist, hold him close. Your breath is steady and warm and you can practically feel the way his skin shivers beneath it, your lips are so close.
He doesn’t ask, and you don’t explain, there’s no need to, anyway. Ryeowook never questions you, and you never feel the need to explain yourself to him. You like it, how he just accepts you as you are.
He feels warm and tiny against you and you pull him closer, finally giving in and pressing a kiss to the warm skin of his throat. This time you do feel him shiver and you smile at the effect you have on him.
*
You remember the day you kissed him for the first time. It had been cold out, but he’d been so warm, bundled up in your arms, his mouth hot against your own. You hadn’t been at all nervous, you recall, not at first, anyway, not until after you’d kissed him. And then you’d worried, worried you’d misread the signals or that he didn’t like you that way or that you’d scare him off by being too forward.
It had felt more like five years than the five seconds it had taken him to respond, giving you one of his sweet smiles, the fingers of his gloved hand squeezing awkwardly around your own. And you’d relaxed then, because his smile always made you relax, and had kissed him again. You can even remember what he tasted like, oranges. Sweet and warm and juicy, just like oranges.
You’d developed a sudden fondness for oranges, after that, as you recall.
*
He’s eating ice cream in the kitchen and Sungmin and Shindong have finally decided to go do something else. You smile, just a small twitch of your lips, as you watch Ryeowook. He’s grown up a lot over the past year, he really has, but he’s still a child sometimes, and you’re reminded of this most when he does certain things, like eat ice cream.
You’re laughing outright at him now, and the sound distracts him enough to make him glance up from his bowl, a childish pout on his lips.
“What’s so funny?” he asks, sounding just a touch suspicious, because he knows the kinds of things that make you laugh.
The look on his face amuses you further, you can’t help but laugh some more. “You missed a bit,” you tell him. Your smile turns into something a little less amused and something a little more…predatory. You’re sure he notices the glint that must be in your eyes now.
He really is still like a child sometimes, because he still manages to make a mess of his face when he eats ice cream, but that’s okay, you’re there to…help clean him up.
He gasps, just softly, when the warmth of your mouth mingles with the chill of his own.
“Mmm, Ryeowook, my favourite flavour.”
You love the colour that fills his cheeks, and kiss him again. You just can’t help yourself.
*
Crazy is what you’d called yourself, back then, at the time. Crazy, because he was Ryeowook and how could you possibly feel that way for him? Apparently he’d won you over though, with that smile of his. And you don’t really care, anymore, if you’re crazy, if you’re absolutely insane, if you’ve lost your mind or anything like that.
Now, you think, you’d be crazy if you didn’t feel like this for him. If you didn’t warm up from the soles of your feet to the tips of your ears every time he smiled at you; if you didn’t feel the butterflies dancing in your throat every time he looked at you, or the breath catch and stick in your chest every time he kissed you.
No, you’d definitely be crazy now if he didn’t affect you the way he does.
*
His skin is warm beneath your lips and you can feel the muscles in his abdomen quiver under your fingertips. You smile against his skin, press kisses against his neck, your fingers stroking lower and lower down his body.
You like the noises Ryeowook makes, the whimpers in his throat when you press your bodies close, the soft moans that slip between his lips when you press in, the way he whispers your name (you’ve never liked the sound of Jongoon until he said it) and clutches at you tightly.
You hold him close, afterwards, hold him tight in your arms, feel his body still shaking a little, feel your own skin still flushed with the heat of pleasure. His fingers brush through your sweaty hair and a smile falls on your face. He whispers your name, kisses you softly, once, twice, thrice, his little ritual now, and you’re sure you’ve never felt as comfortable as you do when you have Ryeowook in your arms.
*
He’s come with you to your radio show today. You like it when he does that. He talks, he laughs, he sings along and dances, he joins in. It makes you smile to see it. You remember when he was almost painfully shy, quiet and kept to himself a lot more. But that was back in the beginning. He’s come a long way now, you both have.
It makes you happy to see him coming out of himself more, growing into his personality, and it makes you happy you get to be there whilst he does it.
“Sing us something, Ryeowook,” you ask him, a grin on your face.
His cheeks still flush a little with colour, but he obliges. Even though he’s not being serious, you still feel chills crawl down your spine at the sound of voice. He finishes with a small laugh and you applaud him, smiling.
You’re not really sure when this all started with Ryeowook, maybe it was the day you met him for the first time, when you introduced yourself and saw a flicker of his smile, or maybe it was sometime later on. It doesn’t really matter when, or how, it all started though, because it’s happened, it’s here.
It’s right now, and that’s really all that matters.
You look over at him, catch him watching you. You sneak a hand under the desk, away from the cameras, slip your fingers through his, and smile.
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