016. Quiet Places // Confessions
Title: Confessions
Pairing: friendship!YeWook ; Kyuwook <3
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: cussing from wookie. SHOCKER. \o/
Summary: How else would you declare your love without making a few confessions?
Author Notes: Got into the mood. :) More at the bottom of the fanfic. (;
I looked around the rehearsal studio, taking in the lemon scented hardwood floors, the spotless mirrors covering the walls, and the people inside the room. There were eleven other bodies occupying the room (there are thirteen members in all; one of the members, Kim Kibum, was busy shooting for his drama so he couldn't rehearse with us), each one trying to get into the zone. My eyes focused on one specific person who stood out from the rest -- the maknae and one of the leading voices of the band, Cho Kyuhyun.
He was chatting with Donghae-hyung, probably about the beginning of the song we were practicing today - It's You. Kyuhyun was smiling now ; oh god how I loved that smile of his. I shook my head to get rid of these ridiculous thoughts cluttering my mind. I needed to focus. But geez, it was hard to focus when all I could hear and think about was Kyuhyun. Maybe I needed a quiet place to prep. I looked up again only to see my view of Kyuhyun - I mean the rest of the room - being obstructed by a pair of legs in gray sweatpants.
"Y-Yesung-hyung?" I stuttered, a nervous laugh escaping from my mouth. A surprised apology was heard from above as the legs turned around and knelt, letting another face sit level with my own. I smiled and nodded at him, apology accepted. "Uh, hyung. Do you have a couple minutes to spare? I need help," I said in a small voice. He looked at me with an understanding look and glanced over his shoulder.
"Sure. Why not?"
"Thanks." Getting to my feet, I grabbed an ice cold water bottle and escaped the room with Yesung. The hallway outside was bright and empty, a perfect place to get ready. I took a deep breath and began pacing back and forth, wondering which scale to practice first. "Uh, hyung. What do ---"
"Alright, spill your guts Wookie," he demanded, draping a small towel around his shoulders. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, oblivious to what he meant. How do I spill my guts out about scales? I mean sure, the G scale can be a bitch to me on my bad days, but I don't think I can talk for hours about shitty scales.
"Don't look at me like you don't know what I'm talking about," Yesung laughed, punching me in the arm. I winced from the pain and continued to look at him with a puzzled expression. He sighed and sat me down on the floor with him. "Wooke, I'm talking about your crush on our little maknae, Kyuhyunnie. Helllllllo~~ And don't try to deny it either."
"I wasn't..but..hyung!" I whined, mentally facepalming myself. Ugh, why did these things happen to me at the most unexpected times. A moment of silence followed my protest before Yesung spoke again.
"Everyone knows already."
God damn it, hyung.
I let out a sigh and covered my face with my hands. Why was this my life? I asked myself, unsure of what I did to deserve this. I peeked between my fingers to see Yesung still looking at me with curious eyes. "Ugh," I groaned. I can't believe I was doing this. To Yesung of all people. "What do you want to know, hyung?"
"SCORE!" he exclaimed, clapping his hands energetically. He was obviously excited for the talk ahead. I rolled my eyes and sat closer to him.
God, karma was a bitch.
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It was deathly quiet in the hallway Yesung and I occupied. I gulped, trying to figure out how to put these thoughts into words and not gibberish. My eyebrows were furrowed once more, letting Yesung know I was deep in concentration. Another minute passed before I finally found the words to describe my feelings for Kyuhyun.
"You know that feeling when you finally hit that note you've been practicing for days on end?" I questioned, looking at Yesung. He nodded in response, pressing me to go on. "And you know how your heart kind of races and almost anything seems possible? Well, I'm kinda like that with Kyuhyun. Every time I get close to him, my heart beats so fast because I'm annoyingly self-conscious of myself. And when he smiles, god his smile is so perfect. And when he shoots me a grin, I-I feel invincible. Like he's the only one he notices." I look at Yesung now, wondering how he would react to all of my child-like feelings.
"I know there's more," he winked at me, beckoning me to continue once again. I smiled and licked my lips before going on about my love rant.
"Every night I lay in bed wondering if he notices the things I do around him. And sometimes when I see the fans ship us together and call us 'Kyuwook' I can't help but feel all giddy on the inside. And I want Kyuwook to be real so badly, it's kind of frustrating," I took a breath and shot a glance at Yesung. "Kyuhyun's kind of perfect in my eyes, you know? He's so beautiful with his somewhat curly hair in the morning. His big brown eyes and his sweet smile make me feel so..indescribable. He's nice and hyung, he makes someone feel wanted. Is this weird coming from me?"
Yesung simply shakes his head and leans against the wall behind him. "Perfectly normal."
I laugh for a moment and continue on. "Sometimes I want to tell him everything. I want to tell him how his smile makes my knees go weak. I wanna tell him his voice alone simply makes my heart feel like it's going to explode. And I want to tell him so badly," I gasped, exasperated. "But I'm afraid of how he'll react. What if he simply laughs in my face and completely ignores me afterward? What if he just rejects me and goes to tell Sungmin? Hyung, what if I just said 'I FUCKING LOVE YOU?'"
In the next instant, the door opened and out stumbled the one and only Kyuhyun. He flushed when he noticed how close Yesung and i were sitting. I opened my mouth to explain but somehow lost the ability to speak. The next few seconds felt like years, full of silence.
"U-uh. S-sorry hyungs," Kyuhyun stammered, looking awkward in the situation at the moment. "But we're going to start in about f-five minutes." He looked at me straight in the eye and quickly left. The door slowly closed, leaving Yesung and I alone in the hallway again.
"How much do you think he heard?" I whispered, feeling my heart crawl up my throat. My head throbbed as I thought of the possibly scenarios that could happen. Yesung shuffled next to me and patted my shoulder lightly.
"Considering how awkward and uncomfortable he looked," Yesung started, "and how he kept looking at you the entire time, he probably only heard the last four words.. He must've assumed that you were professing your love. To me."
Well, fuck.
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Later that night everyone passed out once their bodies hit their beds. I, however, was too terrified to sleep. What would happen? Why did Kyuhyun have to barge in at such a bad time? Why was karma so horrible to me? I walked around the dorms and sat in the kitchen, pondering about what happened earlier.
"Hyung?" a voice whispered behind me. I turned around to see Kyuhyun in his pajamas, awake. He stood in the doorway with a blank face. The face slowly showed a smile as he took a seat across from me. I didn't say much and neither did he. We continued to look at each other, the silence dragging on.
After a minute or so, I broke the silence. "Uh..about earlier...how much did you hear?" I asked in the steadiest voice I could manage. I blinked quickly, watching him.
Kyuhyun winced a little and opened his mouth to speak. "Just the part when you said you loved Yesung-hyung." He shifted in his seat for a while, unable to meet my eyes.
I sighed; Yesung was right. Of course, that guy was always right about things like this. Running my hands through my hair, I took another deep breath. "Look Kyuhyun. The truth is --"
"You really love Yesung hyung, don't you," he asked, a tinge of hurt in his voice. "It's not that I have a problem with it - honestly I think it's great. I just I don't --"
"I LOVE YOU, KYUHYUN," I interrupted, unable to hold it in any longer. "I've loved you ever since the beginning. It's not even that hard to fall in love with you! Honestly, I think it's hard not to fall in love with you. I just find everything --"
A pair of lips fell upon mine, letting any noise trapped inside. I could feel Kyuhyun near me now, his hands on my waist. He pulled me closer, slowly pulling me off my seat and into his arms. His lips were soft on mine, kissing me so lovingly. I could feel a smile spreading across his face as he planted one last kiss before pulling away.
"Really?" he smiled. I nodded and pulled him closer, letting all the pieces fall into place. Hmm, maybe karma wasn't so bad after all.
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HAY GUISE. IT'S A KYUWOOK LOVE STORY. <33333333333333
isn't life gr8? hahah. i think i like this one. (; took me like an hour to write it tho. D:
I'M GONNA START A SERIES LATERRRR~~~~
got inspired by wookiescookie and kaisumi23 with their seriesss. :DDD
heheheh. okaay, bye guys. <3 comments make me supah happy! okay. ilu all. <3
xo cindy
Pairing: friendship!YeWook ; Kyuwook <3
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: cussing from wookie. SHOCKER. \o/
Summary: How else would you declare your love without making a few confessions?
Author Notes: Got into the mood. :) More at the bottom of the fanfic. (;
I looked around the rehearsal studio, taking in the lemon scented hardwood floors, the spotless mirrors covering the walls, and the people inside the room. There were eleven other bodies occupying the room (there are thirteen members in all; one of the members, Kim Kibum, was busy shooting for his drama so he couldn't rehearse with us), each one trying to get into the zone. My eyes focused on one specific person who stood out from the rest -- the maknae and one of the leading voices of the band, Cho Kyuhyun.
He was chatting with Donghae-hyung, probably about the beginning of the song we were practicing today - It's You. Kyuhyun was smiling now ; oh god how I loved that smile of his. I shook my head to get rid of these ridiculous thoughts cluttering my mind. I needed to focus. But geez, it was hard to focus when all I could hear and think about was Kyuhyun. Maybe I needed a quiet place to prep. I looked up again only to see my view of Kyuhyun - I mean the rest of the room - being obstructed by a pair of legs in gray sweatpants.
"Y-Yesung-hyung?" I stuttered, a nervous laugh escaping from my mouth. A surprised apology was heard from above as the legs turned around and knelt, letting another face sit level with my own. I smiled and nodded at him, apology accepted. "Uh, hyung. Do you have a couple minutes to spare? I need help," I said in a small voice. He looked at me with an understanding look and glanced over his shoulder.
"Sure. Why not?"
"Thanks." Getting to my feet, I grabbed an ice cold water bottle and escaped the room with Yesung. The hallway outside was bright and empty, a perfect place to get ready. I took a deep breath and began pacing back and forth, wondering which scale to practice first. "Uh, hyung. What do ---"
"Alright, spill your guts Wookie," he demanded, draping a small towel around his shoulders. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, oblivious to what he meant. How do I spill my guts out about scales? I mean sure, the G scale can be a bitch to me on my bad days, but I don't think I can talk for hours about shitty scales.
"Don't look at me like you don't know what I'm talking about," Yesung laughed, punching me in the arm. I winced from the pain and continued to look at him with a puzzled expression. He sighed and sat me down on the floor with him. "Wooke, I'm talking about your crush on our little maknae, Kyuhyunnie. Helllllllo~~ And don't try to deny it either."
"I wasn't..but..hyung!" I whined, mentally facepalming myself. Ugh, why did these things happen to me at the most unexpected times. A moment of silence followed my protest before Yesung spoke again.
"Everyone knows already."
God damn it, hyung.
I let out a sigh and covered my face with my hands. Why was this my life? I asked myself, unsure of what I did to deserve this. I peeked between my fingers to see Yesung still looking at me with curious eyes. "Ugh," I groaned. I can't believe I was doing this. To Yesung of all people. "What do you want to know, hyung?"
"SCORE!" he exclaimed, clapping his hands energetically. He was obviously excited for the talk ahead. I rolled my eyes and sat closer to him.
God, karma was a bitch.
/ / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / /
It was deathly quiet in the hallway Yesung and I occupied. I gulped, trying to figure out how to put these thoughts into words and not gibberish. My eyebrows were furrowed once more, letting Yesung know I was deep in concentration. Another minute passed before I finally found the words to describe my feelings for Kyuhyun.
"You know that feeling when you finally hit that note you've been practicing for days on end?" I questioned, looking at Yesung. He nodded in response, pressing me to go on. "And you know how your heart kind of races and almost anything seems possible? Well, I'm kinda like that with Kyuhyun. Every time I get close to him, my heart beats so fast because I'm annoyingly self-conscious of myself. And when he smiles, god his smile is so perfect. And when he shoots me a grin, I-I feel invincible. Like he's the only one he notices." I look at Yesung now, wondering how he would react to all of my child-like feelings.
"I know there's more," he winked at me, beckoning me to continue once again. I smiled and licked my lips before going on about my love rant.
"Every night I lay in bed wondering if he notices the things I do around him. And sometimes when I see the fans ship us together and call us 'Kyuwook' I can't help but feel all giddy on the inside. And I want Kyuwook to be real so badly, it's kind of frustrating," I took a breath and shot a glance at Yesung. "Kyuhyun's kind of perfect in my eyes, you know? He's so beautiful with his somewhat curly hair in the morning. His big brown eyes and his sweet smile make me feel so..indescribable. He's nice and hyung, he makes someone feel wanted. Is this weird coming from me?"
Yesung simply shakes his head and leans against the wall behind him. "Perfectly normal."
I laugh for a moment and continue on. "Sometimes I want to tell him everything. I want to tell him how his smile makes my knees go weak. I wanna tell him his voice alone simply makes my heart feel like it's going to explode. And I want to tell him so badly," I gasped, exasperated. "But I'm afraid of how he'll react. What if he simply laughs in my face and completely ignores me afterward? What if he just rejects me and goes to tell Sungmin? Hyung, what if I just said 'I FUCKING LOVE YOU?'"
In the next instant, the door opened and out stumbled the one and only Kyuhyun. He flushed when he noticed how close Yesung and i were sitting. I opened my mouth to explain but somehow lost the ability to speak. The next few seconds felt like years, full of silence.
"U-uh. S-sorry hyungs," Kyuhyun stammered, looking awkward in the situation at the moment. "But we're going to start in about f-five minutes." He looked at me straight in the eye and quickly left. The door slowly closed, leaving Yesung and I alone in the hallway again.
"How much do you think he heard?" I whispered, feeling my heart crawl up my throat. My head throbbed as I thought of the possibly scenarios that could happen. Yesung shuffled next to me and patted my shoulder lightly.
"Considering how awkward and uncomfortable he looked," Yesung started, "and how he kept looking at you the entire time, he probably only heard the last four words.. He must've assumed that you were professing your love. To me."
Well, fuck.
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Later that night everyone passed out once their bodies hit their beds. I, however, was too terrified to sleep. What would happen? Why did Kyuhyun have to barge in at such a bad time? Why was karma so horrible to me? I walked around the dorms and sat in the kitchen, pondering about what happened earlier.
"Hyung?" a voice whispered behind me. I turned around to see Kyuhyun in his pajamas, awake. He stood in the doorway with a blank face. The face slowly showed a smile as he took a seat across from me. I didn't say much and neither did he. We continued to look at each other, the silence dragging on.
After a minute or so, I broke the silence. "Uh..about earlier...how much did you hear?" I asked in the steadiest voice I could manage. I blinked quickly, watching him.
Kyuhyun winced a little and opened his mouth to speak. "Just the part when you said you loved Yesung-hyung." He shifted in his seat for a while, unable to meet my eyes.
I sighed; Yesung was right. Of course, that guy was always right about things like this. Running my hands through my hair, I took another deep breath. "Look Kyuhyun. The truth is --"
"You really love Yesung hyung, don't you," he asked, a tinge of hurt in his voice. "It's not that I have a problem with it - honestly I think it's great. I just I don't --"
"I LOVE YOU, KYUHYUN," I interrupted, unable to hold it in any longer. "I've loved you ever since the beginning. It's not even that hard to fall in love with you! Honestly, I think it's hard not to fall in love with you. I just find everything --"
A pair of lips fell upon mine, letting any noise trapped inside. I could feel Kyuhyun near me now, his hands on my waist. He pulled me closer, slowly pulling me off my seat and into his arms. His lips were soft on mine, kissing me so lovingly. I could feel a smile spreading across his face as he planted one last kiss before pulling away.
"Really?" he smiled. I nodded and pulled him closer, letting all the pieces fall into place. Hmm, maybe karma wasn't so bad after all.
/ / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / /
HAY GUISE. IT'S A KYUWOOK LOVE STORY. <33333333333333
isn't life gr8? hahah. i think i like this one. (; took me like an hour to write it tho. D:
I'M GONNA START A SERIES LATERRRR~~~~
got inspired by wookiescookie and kaisumi23 with their seriesss. :DDD
heheheh. okaay, bye guys. <3 comments make me supah happy! okay. ilu all. <3
xo cindy