(drabble) Ne m'oublie pas (Don't forget me)
THE THREE MUSKETEERS. KYUHYUN. D’ARTAGNAN. KISSING SCENE. MIND-STATUS: BLOWN. In return, I give you a fluffy drabble lol yayyy
Ne m'oublie pas (Don't forget me) | G
Kyuhyun/Ryeowook
Kyuhyun returns to the southwest land of France, to the province of Gascony, a place he lived as a child and spent his youth with seemingly impossible dreams to fulfill.
The black stallion strides down the streets, strident clopping hoofs on the cobbled stones. Much has changed here in his absence of nearly a decade, as he has. He smiles when he remembers how different he was when he first set out to Paris a long time ago.
He tips his hat slightly over his eyes and stops by at a small inn on the corner, a place he remembers well. The wooden sign sways dangerously in the breeze, screeching eerily in the silence of dawn. Kyuhyun steps into the darkened inn and finds it empty, save for the young servant asleep on the counter.
Kyuhyun taps his fingers gently onto the wooden counter and the sleeping man stirs slowly to his senses. He looks up at Kyuhyun hazily and Kyuhyun is quickly enraptured by his exquisite brown eyes and his appearance like the finest porcelain dolls in the château.
“Bonjour, Ryeowook,” Kyuhyun says and smiles charmingly.
Ryeowook’s breath catches and he claps a hand over his mouth. When Ryeowook leaps at him and embraces him, Kyuhyun naturally winds his arms around Ryeowook.
“Kyuhyun, welcome back!” Ryeowook exclaims delightfully.
Kyuhyun is gazing into his gleaming eyes and bewitched by his enchanting laughter. There certainly isn't any other pleasure he can find in Paris that can replace the bliss which Ryeowook gives him.
“We have all missed you greatly,” Ryeowook tells him with a soft smile. “I have missed you dearly,” he whispers, arms encircling Kyuhyun’s neck.
He takes a good look of Kyuhyun, his gaze descending from Kyuhyun’s crooked hat to his deep blue tabard with a silver cross, and his leather boots. His eyes meet Kyuhyun’s once more. “You’re a musketeer,” he says and his eyes are aglow with gladness. “Your greatest dream. I knew you could do it.”
Kyuhyun smiles and nods. "Thoughts of you kept me going through the darkest times," he says and Ryeowook laughs softly.
"You may look more charming now, but your deceptive ways with words are still the same," Ryeowook tells him.
"I wasn't lying," Kyuhyun says as he leans downwards until their eyes are aligned and their breaths dusting over their lips.
Ryeowook groans pleasantly when Kyuhyun crashes their mouths together all of a sudden, his eyelids fall close. Kyuhyun slides his fingers through Ryeowook’s hair gently and then places his hand on Ryeowook’s cheek, deepening the kiss some more, coercing another fervent response from Ryeowook with his tongue.
They finally pull away when their lungs are empty and they're suffocating in merely each other's touches. Kyuhyun's fingertips tremble as they slide down Ryeowook's face. "I love you," he says breathlessly and Ryeowook smiles broadly.
“And I love your hat,” Ryeowook replies with a mischievous smirk and he lets the fine white feather flutter at his fingertips.
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Ne m'oublie pas (Don't forget me) | G
Kyuhyun/Ryeowook
Kyuhyun returns to the southwest land of France, to the province of Gascony, a place he lived as a child and spent his youth with seemingly impossible dreams to fulfill.
The black stallion strides down the streets, strident clopping hoofs on the cobbled stones. Much has changed here in his absence of nearly a decade, as he has. He smiles when he remembers how different he was when he first set out to Paris a long time ago.
He tips his hat slightly over his eyes and stops by at a small inn on the corner, a place he remembers well. The wooden sign sways dangerously in the breeze, screeching eerily in the silence of dawn. Kyuhyun steps into the darkened inn and finds it empty, save for the young servant asleep on the counter.
Kyuhyun taps his fingers gently onto the wooden counter and the sleeping man stirs slowly to his senses. He looks up at Kyuhyun hazily and Kyuhyun is quickly enraptured by his exquisite brown eyes and his appearance like the finest porcelain dolls in the château.
“Bonjour, Ryeowook,” Kyuhyun says and smiles charmingly.
Ryeowook’s breath catches and he claps a hand over his mouth. When Ryeowook leaps at him and embraces him, Kyuhyun naturally winds his arms around Ryeowook.
“Kyuhyun, welcome back!” Ryeowook exclaims delightfully.
Kyuhyun is gazing into his gleaming eyes and bewitched by his enchanting laughter. There certainly isn't any other pleasure he can find in Paris that can replace the bliss which Ryeowook gives him.
“We have all missed you greatly,” Ryeowook tells him with a soft smile. “I have missed you dearly,” he whispers, arms encircling Kyuhyun’s neck.
He takes a good look of Kyuhyun, his gaze descending from Kyuhyun’s crooked hat to his deep blue tabard with a silver cross, and his leather boots. His eyes meet Kyuhyun’s once more. “You’re a musketeer,” he says and his eyes are aglow with gladness. “Your greatest dream. I knew you could do it.”
Kyuhyun smiles and nods. "Thoughts of you kept me going through the darkest times," he says and Ryeowook laughs softly.
"You may look more charming now, but your deceptive ways with words are still the same," Ryeowook tells him.
"I wasn't lying," Kyuhyun says as he leans downwards until their eyes are aligned and their breaths dusting over their lips.
Ryeowook groans pleasantly when Kyuhyun crashes their mouths together all of a sudden, his eyelids fall close. Kyuhyun slides his fingers through Ryeowook’s hair gently and then places his hand on Ryeowook’s cheek, deepening the kiss some more, coercing another fervent response from Ryeowook with his tongue.
They finally pull away when their lungs are empty and they're suffocating in merely each other's touches. Kyuhyun's fingertips tremble as they slide down Ryeowook's face. "I love you," he says breathlessly and Ryeowook smiles broadly.
“And I love your hat,” Ryeowook replies with a mischievous smirk and he lets the fine white feather flutter at his fingertips.
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