Call it whatever you want
Call it whatever you want | G
Kyuhyun/Ryeowook, slight Henry/Ryeowook
Kyuhyun lives one floor below Ryeowook.
☂ For now, I'll just write whatever I feel like writing. I feel like my writing has taken a different kind of route so I'm going to write and write until I'm satisfied enough with it. What do you think?
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Call it whatever you want
theclockiswrong
The ground trembles at the sound of thunder in the distance.
"Storm's coming," Kyuhyun mutters to himself as he adds another teaspoon of instant coffee into a cup. The incandescent light bulb sways lazily from the ceiling. Two floors above, someone is playing Mozart's Requiem.
A minute later, Kyuhyun realizes that he's out of sugar.
He thinks about walking to the nearby convenience store. Until it begins to pour outside shortly after the thought crosses his mind, Kyuhyun remembers that he has left his umbrella at Heechul's.
Kyuhyun takes two steps at a time as he climbs up two flights of stairs, or more precisely, twenty-four steps. He walks to the second door on the left. He knocks twice, and then waits.
Moments later, the door is pulled open by a confused Ryeowook. He is wearing a plain white shirt and cute watermelon patterned boxer shorts.
“Hi,” Kyuhyun greets, and he looks at Ryeowook. Ryeowook looks back, blinks.
“Hi,” Ryeowook says.
“I just came back from Japan. I thought I should come by and say hello,” Kyuhyun tells him. He hasn’t been here in two weeks, and he wonders if Ryeowook noticed. Ryeowook looks at him thoughtfully and smiles.
“Welcome back,” he says, “Would you like to come inside for some tea or coffee?”
“I brought my own coffee,” Kyuhyun says with a little smirk, and he lifts his cup of coffee he has carried from his apartment directly a floor below.
Ryeowook laughs and steps aside from the doorway.
Kyuhyun’s low-end instant coffee ends up in the sink as Ryeowook insists on making them both proper coffee in his kitchen, French Roast coffee beans from Starbucks. The rich aroma from the blend that fills the air of the apartment makes Kyuhyun’s usual instant coffee mix seem like mud.
“Sugar?”
“Yes, please.”
Ryeowook drops two sugar cubes inside the cup. He adds another one more when he remembers that Kyuhyun prefers it sweeter.
A cup of freshly brewed coffee is placed before Kyuhyun and Ryeowook takes the seat across of him at the table, small hands wrapped around the warm ceramic cup in front of himself.
“So you went to Japan,” Ryeowook mumbles quietly as Kyuhyun takes a careful sip from his cup.
“StarCraft tournament,” he tells him, licking his lips and sighing at the delicious flavour. Ryeowook looks at him expectantly. “Third place,” Kyuhyun says hesitantly and quietly, but Ryeowook just glows.
“Congratulations,” says Ryeowook, eyes wide with delight and Kyuhyun forgets about how badly he had wanted to be first.
“Oh, I bought you a box of limited edition Hello Kitty Pocky. It comes with a small toy inside. I thought you might like it.” Kyuhyun hands him the rectangular box of chocolates and their hands brush momentarily and Kyuhyun's heart jumps.
“That’s very nice of you. Thank you,” Ryeowook says and his eyes are smiling.
Kyuhyun lies in his bed and looks upwards at the ceiling where he and Ryeowook are separated by 6 inches of bricks and concrete. He listens carefully for Ryeowook’s movement upstairs and falls asleep naturally to the shuffling sound of Ryeowook's feet.
Days later, Kyuhyun sees Ryeowook talking and laughing with an unfamiliar face at the lobby when he returns from a video game marathon at Heechul’s and it sparks his curiosity and jealousy. He remembers Ryeowook telling him that he doesn’t have friends in the apartment.
The three of them end up inside the same elevator.
“Kyuhyun, this is Henli. He moved in a week ago and lives directly above me,” Ryeowook introduces Kyuhyun to the boy with tea coloured hair opposite of him, Ryeowook stands in between them. “Henli, this is Kyuhyun. He lives directly below me.”
“Hi,” Kyuhyun and Henry speak at the same time, neither sounding very enthusiastic.
Tension rises in the elevator. Ryeowook doesn’t notice. He doesn’t notice how the other two occupants in the elevator are glaring holes into each other.
This must be the longest elevator ride in Kyuhyun’s life.
“Henli used to play the violin for the New York Philharmonic Orchestra.”
“Fascinating.” Not, Kyuhyun thinks.
“Kyuhyun is a professional StarCraft player who represents Daehanminguk.”
“Interesting.” Henry smiles at Ryeowook, but he obviously doesn't think so.
The feeling is definitely mutual, Kyuhyun decides.
The next day, Kyuhyun and Henry get into a fight by the rubbish disposal area of the apartment. Kyuhyun manages to break six out of ten fingers while Henry dislocated his shoulder and an arm.
“What happened?” Heechul asks him over the phone, laughing and chortling with amusement. He’s not very convincing at sounding concern.
“I told him his violin playing sucks.” And that Ryeowook is mine.
The television is switched on to some melodrama, but Kyuhyun isn’t quite paying attention to it. The volume is turned down.
Kyuhyun holds his hands in front of his face as he sits in his living room. It looks like he has sausages for fingers; thick, white, inedible sausages made out of bandages. They smell strongly of antiseptic. He sighs loudly.
The doorbell rings shortly after and Kyuhyun groans as he trudges his way slowly to the door. He has problems turning the doorknob with his fingers like that.
When he finally manages to wrestle to door to open, he isn’t ready to see Ryeowook standing at his doorstep.
“R- Ryeowook,” Kyuhyun sputters nervously. "What brings you here?"
Ryeowook smiles and glances at Kyuhyun’s bandaged hands, his eyebrow crinkle a little at the sight and Kyuhyun hides them behind his back quickly while looking quite embarrassed. Ryeowook looks back up at Kyuhyun again and his face brightens up once more.
“I just thought you might need some help making your coffee.”
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Kyuhyun/Ryeowook, slight Henry/Ryeowook
Kyuhyun lives one floor below Ryeowook.
☂ For now, I'll just write whatever I feel like writing. I feel like my writing has taken a different kind of route so I'm going to write and write until I'm satisfied enough with it. What do you think?
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Call it whatever you want
theclockiswrong
The ground trembles at the sound of thunder in the distance.
"Storm's coming," Kyuhyun mutters to himself as he adds another teaspoon of instant coffee into a cup. The incandescent light bulb sways lazily from the ceiling. Two floors above, someone is playing Mozart's Requiem.
A minute later, Kyuhyun realizes that he's out of sugar.
He thinks about walking to the nearby convenience store. Until it begins to pour outside shortly after the thought crosses his mind, Kyuhyun remembers that he has left his umbrella at Heechul's.
Kyuhyun takes two steps at a time as he climbs up two flights of stairs, or more precisely, twenty-four steps. He walks to the second door on the left. He knocks twice, and then waits.
Moments later, the door is pulled open by a confused Ryeowook. He is wearing a plain white shirt and cute watermelon patterned boxer shorts.
“Hi,” Kyuhyun greets, and he looks at Ryeowook. Ryeowook looks back, blinks.
“Hi,” Ryeowook says.
“I just came back from Japan. I thought I should come by and say hello,” Kyuhyun tells him. He hasn’t been here in two weeks, and he wonders if Ryeowook noticed. Ryeowook looks at him thoughtfully and smiles.
“Welcome back,” he says, “Would you like to come inside for some tea or coffee?”
“I brought my own coffee,” Kyuhyun says with a little smirk, and he lifts his cup of coffee he has carried from his apartment directly a floor below.
Ryeowook laughs and steps aside from the doorway.
Kyuhyun’s low-end instant coffee ends up in the sink as Ryeowook insists on making them both proper coffee in his kitchen, French Roast coffee beans from Starbucks. The rich aroma from the blend that fills the air of the apartment makes Kyuhyun’s usual instant coffee mix seem like mud.
“Sugar?”
“Yes, please.”
Ryeowook drops two sugar cubes inside the cup. He adds another one more when he remembers that Kyuhyun prefers it sweeter.
A cup of freshly brewed coffee is placed before Kyuhyun and Ryeowook takes the seat across of him at the table, small hands wrapped around the warm ceramic cup in front of himself.
“So you went to Japan,” Ryeowook mumbles quietly as Kyuhyun takes a careful sip from his cup.
“StarCraft tournament,” he tells him, licking his lips and sighing at the delicious flavour. Ryeowook looks at him expectantly. “Third place,” Kyuhyun says hesitantly and quietly, but Ryeowook just glows.
“Congratulations,” says Ryeowook, eyes wide with delight and Kyuhyun forgets about how badly he had wanted to be first.
“Oh, I bought you a box of limited edition Hello Kitty Pocky. It comes with a small toy inside. I thought you might like it.” Kyuhyun hands him the rectangular box of chocolates and their hands brush momentarily and Kyuhyun's heart jumps.
“That’s very nice of you. Thank you,” Ryeowook says and his eyes are smiling.
Kyuhyun lies in his bed and looks upwards at the ceiling where he and Ryeowook are separated by 6 inches of bricks and concrete. He listens carefully for Ryeowook’s movement upstairs and falls asleep naturally to the shuffling sound of Ryeowook's feet.
Days later, Kyuhyun sees Ryeowook talking and laughing with an unfamiliar face at the lobby when he returns from a video game marathon at Heechul’s and it sparks his curiosity and jealousy. He remembers Ryeowook telling him that he doesn’t have friends in the apartment.
The three of them end up inside the same elevator.
“Kyuhyun, this is Henli. He moved in a week ago and lives directly above me,” Ryeowook introduces Kyuhyun to the boy with tea coloured hair opposite of him, Ryeowook stands in between them. “Henli, this is Kyuhyun. He lives directly below me.”
“Hi,” Kyuhyun and Henry speak at the same time, neither sounding very enthusiastic.
Tension rises in the elevator. Ryeowook doesn’t notice. He doesn’t notice how the other two occupants in the elevator are glaring holes into each other.
This must be the longest elevator ride in Kyuhyun’s life.
“Henli used to play the violin for the New York Philharmonic Orchestra.”
“Fascinating.” Not, Kyuhyun thinks.
“Kyuhyun is a professional StarCraft player who represents Daehanminguk.”
“Interesting.” Henry smiles at Ryeowook, but he obviously doesn't think so.
The feeling is definitely mutual, Kyuhyun decides.
The next day, Kyuhyun and Henry get into a fight by the rubbish disposal area of the apartment. Kyuhyun manages to break six out of ten fingers while Henry dislocated his shoulder and an arm.
“What happened?” Heechul asks him over the phone, laughing and chortling with amusement. He’s not very convincing at sounding concern.
“I told him his violin playing sucks.” And that Ryeowook is mine.
The television is switched on to some melodrama, but Kyuhyun isn’t quite paying attention to it. The volume is turned down.
Kyuhyun holds his hands in front of his face as he sits in his living room. It looks like he has sausages for fingers; thick, white, inedible sausages made out of bandages. They smell strongly of antiseptic. He sighs loudly.
The doorbell rings shortly after and Kyuhyun groans as he trudges his way slowly to the door. He has problems turning the doorknob with his fingers like that.
When he finally manages to wrestle to door to open, he isn’t ready to see Ryeowook standing at his doorstep.
“R- Ryeowook,” Kyuhyun sputters nervously. "What brings you here?"
Ryeowook smiles and glances at Kyuhyun’s bandaged hands, his eyebrow crinkle a little at the sight and Kyuhyun hides them behind his back quickly while looking quite embarrassed. Ryeowook looks back up at Kyuhyun again and his face brightens up once more.
“I just thought you might need some help making your coffee.”
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