my love for you
Title: My love for you
Theme: 017. Accidents
Pairing: YeWook
Genre: fluff
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 1013 words
A/N: From Ryeowook's p. o.v. and italics are lyrics used from song 'Insatiable' by Darren Hayes but not much, actually.
[My archive]
When moonlight crawls along the street,
Chasing away the summer heat
I gaze away from him, accidentally slipping my hand in his, and smile wide. I sense that he is kind of surprised, biting his lower lip lightly (so cute), and he closes his fingers around mine. My heart flutters, and I feel like it’s about to jump out of my chest from the joy. We walk like this, holding hands and moonlight shows us the way in this darkness. I’m sure we’ll don’t get lost. With him I’m sure I can do anything, simply anything. I move closer, until I feel the warmth from his skin against mine.
“Let’s move faster,” his words are barely above whisper, when he talks, glancing at me.
“Ok,” I nod.
Not long after, I wave my free hand to chase away the hotness from my face, flushed from the light run we did and the heat of this summer night. We’re near his place. I don’t want to leave. I so don’t want to leave. I look at the entrance then back to him, disappoint possibly visible on my face. I can’t hide it even if I want to.
He smiles like knowing a secret I don’t. He leans in, breathing very close to my lips. “Come with me. I want you to stay with me tonight.”
I grin, and he kisses me open-mouthed, wanting for more.
I answer his wish with a breathless yes after the kiss.
We practice love between these sheets
We kiss, we touch, my body under his, my hands squeezing his back. Fingertips trace lines on my flushed skin, I close my eyes, shivers of pure enjoyment running through my whole body. His touch has a spark; his kiss is a fire and one his word makes me to come alive, intoxicates me.
I want more, and I get more.
“Please, more,” I feel him anywhere on me, in me. I moan and beg, and dig my hands in his skin. Pain mixed with pleasure but for the first time I love it so much. Just because he’s Yesung- someone special.
We blend and melt; I shout his name.
The candy sweetness scent of you
I snuggle close, burying my face in the crook of his neck, nose touching his damp hair. I feel a faint sweet scent of his hair and smile, my lips pressed against his glistering skin. I feel my eyelids heavy, closing by themselves, and YeSung’s soothing words close to my ear, “Goodnight, baby, love you.” he wraps his arms around my tired body, pressing me tighter against his bare chest.
“…Night,” I mutter in the answer.
It bathes my skin; I'm stained by you
I’m lying in the bed; my eyes open wide, staring in his closed ones. I rest my head on his chest using my hand as a support and my eyes wander around his face. I feel like I’m changing every time I’m with him, every time we’re together like this. It’s refreshing, his presence feels refreshing. I gasp as feel fingers in my hair, ruffling and stroking them. His eyes suddenly opens, smile spreading across his face. “You’re up so early.”
“Can’t I?”
“You can do whatever you want, baby,” he pulled my face up and our lips met in a sleepy morning kiss.
“I don’t want to move anywhere,” he yawns.
“Me neither,” I rest my head on the pillow and turn on my side, facing him.
And all I have to do is hold you
He gazes in my eyes for long, a spark of love never leaving them. “Ryeowook?”
“Hmm?”
“Hold me,” he whispers in my ear.
I do so, knowing he likes to know that he is loved, he likes attention. I like, too.
There's a racing in my heart
I know that’s not an accident that he is in my life. I didn’t know anything much about love before I met him. I was shy and nervous, and acted like some kind of innocence boy. Well, I guess, I was one.
But he; he turned my life upside down, learned things I was sure I already knew. Not just about love, but also jealousy and pain, so much emotions at once until I can’t almost handle it.
Sometimes he is stubborn, slow and I just get angry. I have changed, he knows, but I can’t get over the racing in my heart, fluttering in my stomach just like the first time we met. I want him to stay forever.
I am barely touching you
I try to smile but he’s serious, looking away. I may get him angry, may get him jealous, but just wanted to know how deep he feels. I feel dumb, dumb for not trusting him enough.
“Sorry,” those words slip through my mouth, but he doesn’t listen. He doesn’t turn his head at me. “I said sorry.”
I approach and stand in front of him, lifting his chin up with my index finger. He is sad; I feel it like it’s my own heart that hurts. “I’m stupid, I know. Just please, don’t be angry at me.”
“You’re selfish,” he mutters. I know that I’m, sometimes.
“Maybe,” I touch his cheek slightly, press my lips against his.
I move away and wait. Even barely touching him, I feel the tension in the air. But it’s still lonely without his touch.
I want back in his arms.
There are no words
there’s only truth
Silence screams truth and I’m forgiven, his presence in the room feels refreshing again. When I feel his breathe on the back on my neck, a hand searching for min, I turn around. He may be hurt, he won’t tell. I know anyway. But I’ll gain every bit of his trust again, I have learned my lesson.
“Love you,” I whisper and he smiles wide. I like his smile; I like his pitch black hair and the look of happiness that pass his face expression.
And I know that I love him just by the sight of him near me.