my world stops with you
title: my world stops with you
pairing: yesung/ryeowook
rating: PG-13
word count: 993
summary: when yesung falls, he falls hard. cheesy fluff.
A/N: hoyah started me off by writing the first paragraph. Thank you so much, muse!
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the day yehsung meets ryeowook, his world stops. unfortunately, he doesn't, and so trips over a crack in the ground and goes flying into the chorus group's advertising table. ryeowook is the one to help him up, smiling politely but obviously upset about the mess of flyers all around him.
"i-i'm sorry," yehsung stutters, dropping his bag and chasing after a few leaflets flying away in the wind.
he drops into a crouch, attempts to pick up the leaflets that are scattered among the forest of legs at ryeowook's table, but a gust of wind blows across them and sends the leaflets flying - some smack into yesung's face, and for a moment he splutters, hands scrabbling at his face as he tries to peel the papers away.
"here," he hears a soft musical voice next to him, "let me help you."
then a pair of small hands are on his and pulling them away, sweeping the paper clean off his face, and when yesung looks up he blinks, because he thinks he's blinded by the radiance of ryeowook's face. then he realises, with a dull flush, that it's just the sun, shining behind ryeowook and straight into his eyes, but it doesn't diminish the brightness of ryeowook's smile in any way.
that's how they meet, but it isn't how they become friends. though then would have been a good time to strike up conversation, yehsung's brain goes into panic mode when he realizes he's staring. he makes an excuse about being late to class, a promise to make it up to ryeowook one day, and hurries off, barely managing avoid running into another student on his way back. it takes him a good five minutes of walking to realize he's gone back in the direction he came from.
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they become friends only when siwon introduces ryeowook to him one day as one of his lecture group mates. they share a class, maybe it was chemistry or mandarin or biology, yesung isn't too sure, and forgets anyway when ryeowook smiles shyly at him, just like he did the other day.
even so, it takes about 2 weeks of constant prodding from siwon before yesung finally plucks up the courage to ask ryeowook out for a bite and a movie, stuttering and stammering all the way while siwon snickers at him from the next bench.
it turns out he doesn't need to worry though, because ryeowook smiles up at him and says "yes" even before he's finished speaking, and yesung feels as if his heart's going to burst with the way ryeowook ducks his head down and begins twisting his fingers together, the tips of his ears tinted pink. then it occurs to yesung that maybe, he isn't the only one nervous here.
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yesung wants to kiss ryeowook. he really, really does, wants to press his lips against ryeowook's and feel them on his, rosepetal soft and sugary sweet, maybe tasting of the soda he'd had in the cafe before they headed to the movie. but he can't, so he contents himself with staring at ryeowook in the darkness of the theatre, watching as he pouts and laughs, smiling at the way his eyes sparkle, finds himself captivated by the sharp angles of his jaw and cheekbones. and of course, those pretty lips.
he's staring so much, he doesn't even realise it when ryeowook inches a hand across to him and slides it over his, and by the time he becomes aware of a warm pressure on his hand, ryeowook's already holding him, palm pressed to palm and fingers interlinked.
his breath catches for a moment before he squeezes back, seeing ryeowook's mouth curve upwards into a sweet smile, and thinks about how ryeowook always makes his world stop moving.
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the day he finally kisses ryeowook, it isn't in a movie theatre, in a secluded part of school, or even at one of their homes. it's in front of almost the whole school, when he's playing football against a team from another school, and scores a spectacular goal against them.
he runs towards ryeowook, who's sitting passively on the front row of the bleachers, and ryeowook rises to his feet as he sees yesung speeding towards him, his smile as bright as it was the first day he made yesung's world stop, and yesung grabs him and pulls him to his chest and kisses him, until everything - the noise, the screams, the people - around him fades into soft indistinguishable blurs and muted whispers.
kangin and siwon have to peel him off ryeowook and remind him that he's in public. ryeowook looks stunned for a moment, then drags the back of his hand across his mouth before staring at it as if he can't quite believe what just happened. yesung freezes, wondering if he's scared ryeowook off, or if ryeowook's angry, or -
then ryeowook reaches out and curls his fingers into the front of his muddy, sweaty jersey and pulls him into another kiss so hard that their teeth knock together, and the screaming that was originally for his goal turns into catcalls and wolf whistles, and siwon's yelling at him to get back onto the field, but yesung's too dazed with happiness to care.
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ryeowook's lips taste like strawberries. ryeowook's skin tastes like vanilla. ryeowook's moans taste like caramel, warm and smooth and velvety, and it makes yesung want more, more, more.
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"i love you," ryeowook whispers to him, breath ghosting over his neck. "i love you."
"i love you too," yesung whispers back to him, fingers dancing on ryeowook's abdomen, his sides, his spine.
and then the world stops moving, and there's nothing else but the two of them, pressed skin to skin, warmth on warmth, and yesung thinks, yes, he's fallen so hard, and he likes it, he loves it, he doesn't want to stop falling, and he doesn't want his world to start moving again, ever.
pairing: yesung/ryeowook
rating: PG-13
word count: 993
summary: when yesung falls, he falls hard. cheesy fluff.
A/N: hoyah started me off by writing the first paragraph. Thank you so much, muse!
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the day yehsung meets ryeowook, his world stops. unfortunately, he doesn't, and so trips over a crack in the ground and goes flying into the chorus group's advertising table. ryeowook is the one to help him up, smiling politely but obviously upset about the mess of flyers all around him.
"i-i'm sorry," yehsung stutters, dropping his bag and chasing after a few leaflets flying away in the wind.
he drops into a crouch, attempts to pick up the leaflets that are scattered among the forest of legs at ryeowook's table, but a gust of wind blows across them and sends the leaflets flying - some smack into yesung's face, and for a moment he splutters, hands scrabbling at his face as he tries to peel the papers away.
"here," he hears a soft musical voice next to him, "let me help you."
then a pair of small hands are on his and pulling them away, sweeping the paper clean off his face, and when yesung looks up he blinks, because he thinks he's blinded by the radiance of ryeowook's face. then he realises, with a dull flush, that it's just the sun, shining behind ryeowook and straight into his eyes, but it doesn't diminish the brightness of ryeowook's smile in any way.
that's how they meet, but it isn't how they become friends. though then would have been a good time to strike up conversation, yehsung's brain goes into panic mode when he realizes he's staring. he makes an excuse about being late to class, a promise to make it up to ryeowook one day, and hurries off, barely managing avoid running into another student on his way back. it takes him a good five minutes of walking to realize he's gone back in the direction he came from.
___
they become friends only when siwon introduces ryeowook to him one day as one of his lecture group mates. they share a class, maybe it was chemistry or mandarin or biology, yesung isn't too sure, and forgets anyway when ryeowook smiles shyly at him, just like he did the other day.
even so, it takes about 2 weeks of constant prodding from siwon before yesung finally plucks up the courage to ask ryeowook out for a bite and a movie, stuttering and stammering all the way while siwon snickers at him from the next bench.
it turns out he doesn't need to worry though, because ryeowook smiles up at him and says "yes" even before he's finished speaking, and yesung feels as if his heart's going to burst with the way ryeowook ducks his head down and begins twisting his fingers together, the tips of his ears tinted pink. then it occurs to yesung that maybe, he isn't the only one nervous here.
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yesung wants to kiss ryeowook. he really, really does, wants to press his lips against ryeowook's and feel them on his, rosepetal soft and sugary sweet, maybe tasting of the soda he'd had in the cafe before they headed to the movie. but he can't, so he contents himself with staring at ryeowook in the darkness of the theatre, watching as he pouts and laughs, smiling at the way his eyes sparkle, finds himself captivated by the sharp angles of his jaw and cheekbones. and of course, those pretty lips.
he's staring so much, he doesn't even realise it when ryeowook inches a hand across to him and slides it over his, and by the time he becomes aware of a warm pressure on his hand, ryeowook's already holding him, palm pressed to palm and fingers interlinked.
his breath catches for a moment before he squeezes back, seeing ryeowook's mouth curve upwards into a sweet smile, and thinks about how ryeowook always makes his world stop moving.
___
the day he finally kisses ryeowook, it isn't in a movie theatre, in a secluded part of school, or even at one of their homes. it's in front of almost the whole school, when he's playing football against a team from another school, and scores a spectacular goal against them.
he runs towards ryeowook, who's sitting passively on the front row of the bleachers, and ryeowook rises to his feet as he sees yesung speeding towards him, his smile as bright as it was the first day he made yesung's world stop, and yesung grabs him and pulls him to his chest and kisses him, until everything - the noise, the screams, the people - around him fades into soft indistinguishable blurs and muted whispers.
kangin and siwon have to peel him off ryeowook and remind him that he's in public. ryeowook looks stunned for a moment, then drags the back of his hand across his mouth before staring at it as if he can't quite believe what just happened. yesung freezes, wondering if he's scared ryeowook off, or if ryeowook's angry, or -
then ryeowook reaches out and curls his fingers into the front of his muddy, sweaty jersey and pulls him into another kiss so hard that their teeth knock together, and the screaming that was originally for his goal turns into catcalls and wolf whistles, and siwon's yelling at him to get back onto the field, but yesung's too dazed with happiness to care.
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ryeowook's lips taste like strawberries. ryeowook's skin tastes like vanilla. ryeowook's moans taste like caramel, warm and smooth and velvety, and it makes yesung want more, more, more.
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"i love you," ryeowook whispers to him, breath ghosting over his neck. "i love you."
"i love you too," yesung whispers back to him, fingers dancing on ryeowook's abdomen, his sides, his spine.
and then the world stops moving, and there's nothing else but the two of them, pressed skin to skin, warmth on warmth, and yesung thinks, yes, he's fallen so hard, and he likes it, he loves it, he doesn't want to stop falling, and he doesn't want his world to start moving again, ever.