Super Junior - Numbers [YehWook]
Title: Numbers
Pairing: Yehsung x Ryeowook
Rating: PG-13
Genre: fluff
Summary: Ryeowook thinks it is all about numbers.
Notes: this is a bit simple, maybe.
Fives went with fives, eights went with eights and it hardly occurred that there was a huge crossover when crossovers did happen. Sometimes you’d see a six with a seven, but never a three with a nine, or a four with an eight. It just didn’t happen. Ryeowook was leaning back on his bed and thinking about this.
Within their group there were a few eights. Most of them were sevens or sixes in the morning though but as Ryeowook glanced in the small pocket mirror he carried, he decided that he wasn’t even a six in the afternoon.
Ryeowook had never thought of himself as pretty. His jaw and cheekbones were too sharp after he had lost weight and his mouth was too small plus too awkward when he laughed. Whenever he showered, he’d simply quickly wash his body instead of paying attention to it because staring down at his chest bothered him a little. He was far from being nicely built like Kangin was and neither did he have the long athletic body Hankyung had.
He was almost ashamed to touch himself sometimes, curled up on his side and hidden under his sheets, trying not to think of what he was doing.
No, Ryeowook wasn’t one of the nines in the group, but he was used to that. He was comfortable hanging out with Donghae, because the man looked so groggy in the morning that no matter how good he looked later that day, Ryeowook was still reminded of that image and didn’t think of him as prettier. It was the same with Kyuhyun, who simply looked awkward in his long-limbed body.
The door opened, but Ryeowook didn’t have to look up to see who it was. After all, Kyuhyun had only just exited the hospital and the only other person sharing the room with them was Yehsung. This had once been decided because of their schedule as K.R.Y. and hadn’t changed even after their activities had ceased and Kyuhyun had had that accident.
Now Yehsung, Ryeowook thought, Yehsung was definitely an eight. In the mornings, his eyes would be small and his cheeks puffy from rubbing at his pillow (a habit the older singer had often tried to get rid of) but those things only kind of added to the list of adorable things about him, Ryeowook decided.
Later on, when Yehsung’s swollen eyes and cheeks calmed down and he’d visit their stylist, he bordered on being a nine. Sometimes, Ryeowook shyly thought of Yehsung as a ten, like last time he had been on his radio show. He reckoned it had been that leather jacket and that red cap and the way Yehsung wore those. Maybe it had been the way the top buttons of his blouse had come undone half-way through the show… Whatever it was, Ryeowook had certainly enjoying being the one to witness that look.
Yehsung moved over to his bed, sitting down on the edge as he gave the younger one a smile. “Heechul’s eyes hurt,” he spoke as he opened the drawer of his nightstand and found the case he kept his glasses in. “It’s the contacts, but he feels weird being the only one wearing glasses around the house,” Yehsung shook his head slightly, busying himself in switching his contact lenses for glasses.
Ryeowook didn’t mind, really. Glasses looked nice on Yehsung, especially the black with white ones he had chosen to wear now. He put aside his note book and just watched the older man move. Yehsung had been working out more lately, the muscles in his arms once more pumped up in a way Ryeowook very much liked. He couldn’t picture himself with arms like that however, but he wondered what it would be like to touch them.
“Do you still have that scarf? You know, the pink one,” Yehsung asked, going through his jewellery box now to pick out one of his many rosaries to wear. He had glanced up at Ryeowook’s face at the question and caught the younger one in the middle of his thoughts.
“Somewhere, yes,” Ryeowook answered, getting to his feet in a flash of sudden courage. “Hyung, do you need help with that?” he nodded at the rosary Yehsung was trying to get closed. The chain had broken before and Ryeowook had spent an afternoon on getting a small lock from another necklace attached to it so Yehsung could still use it.
Before the older singer could actually answer, Ryeowook had already moved onto the bed, sitting on his knees and sliding the rosary around Yehsung’s neck. His fingers couldn’t help but brush over the skin peeking out from the man’s collar and maybe he leaned in a little too much because he could smell Yehsung’s shampoo.
“Maybe,” Yehsung started, suddenly catching one of Ryeowook’s wrists before the man could move his hands to the back to try and fasten the rosary. “Maybe I should leave this off today,” he decided, slowly taking the jewellery out of Ryeowook’s hands and placing it back in the box.
Ryeowook frowned, but did not ask, moving back to sit on the middle of Yehsung’s bed as the older man closed the drawer again. “Maybe you could wear a tie instead,” he suggested, yet that would require Yehsung buttoning up his blouse completely. He pondered for a moment if that would make the man an eight or a nine, depending on which tie he chose to wear.
“Anyway, you should wear that scarf again,” Yehsung said, moving off the bed to take out a box from underneath it. Ryeowook recognised the box; Yehsung kept his ties and scarves in there. He smiled a little to himself, reasoning that if Yehsung would wear a tie for him, he’d wear that scarf for the other. He got up as well, finding the scarf somewhere in between his many clothes.
As Ryeowook wrapped that scarf around himself, he caught Yehsung’s eyes on him. He blushed, quickly wrapping the scarf half around his face to hide that, blinking once. “What?” he asked, letting his own eyes glide over the man’s hands as they tied the tie he liked the most.
“Nothing,” Yehsung answered, quickly looking down at his own hands again, fixing his tie. Ryeowook just stood there, the pink scarf not even matching his clothes, moving his weight from one foot to the other as if he expected Yehsung to give him another thing to do. The older man moved the box back under the bed and then turned to him, smiling.
Yehsung’s true smiles were tens; there was no doubt about that. They had such an impact that there were times Ryeowook could feel his knees go weak. This time he wasn’t able to keep himself steady either, damning his blush as he grabbed at Yehsung’s upper arms to stay on his feet properly. The older man didn’t even look at him weirdly for that, he just looked at him with… what was that? Ryeowook didn’t move.
Smiling tens never kissed blushing fives, so Ryeowook wondered if he had dreamed Yehsung’s lips skimming over his, but the man’s hot breath felt very real on his face. There was a hint of a tongue, but Ryeowook only knew that for sure because his lips were a little wet when he rubbed them together afterwards. He looked up at Yehsung with big eyes. His hands had tightened around the man’s arms and he realised that it really did feel like steel under velvet, those muscles.
“You look really nice when you wear that scarf,” Yehsung reasoned simply, pulling away and messing Ryeowook’s hair up with his hand before he exited the room.
Maybe it didn’t always have to be about numbers, Ryeowook thought, a little bemused as he practically fell back on his bed. He realised it could well be all a matter of opinion.
Pairing: Yehsung x Ryeowook
Rating: PG-13
Genre: fluff
Summary: Ryeowook thinks it is all about numbers.
Notes: this is a bit simple, maybe.
Fives went with fives, eights went with eights and it hardly occurred that there was a huge crossover when crossovers did happen. Sometimes you’d see a six with a seven, but never a three with a nine, or a four with an eight. It just didn’t happen. Ryeowook was leaning back on his bed and thinking about this.
Within their group there were a few eights. Most of them were sevens or sixes in the morning though but as Ryeowook glanced in the small pocket mirror he carried, he decided that he wasn’t even a six in the afternoon.
Ryeowook had never thought of himself as pretty. His jaw and cheekbones were too sharp after he had lost weight and his mouth was too small plus too awkward when he laughed. Whenever he showered, he’d simply quickly wash his body instead of paying attention to it because staring down at his chest bothered him a little. He was far from being nicely built like Kangin was and neither did he have the long athletic body Hankyung had.
He was almost ashamed to touch himself sometimes, curled up on his side and hidden under his sheets, trying not to think of what he was doing.
No, Ryeowook wasn’t one of the nines in the group, but he was used to that. He was comfortable hanging out with Donghae, because the man looked so groggy in the morning that no matter how good he looked later that day, Ryeowook was still reminded of that image and didn’t think of him as prettier. It was the same with Kyuhyun, who simply looked awkward in his long-limbed body.
The door opened, but Ryeowook didn’t have to look up to see who it was. After all, Kyuhyun had only just exited the hospital and the only other person sharing the room with them was Yehsung. This had once been decided because of their schedule as K.R.Y. and hadn’t changed even after their activities had ceased and Kyuhyun had had that accident.
Now Yehsung, Ryeowook thought, Yehsung was definitely an eight. In the mornings, his eyes would be small and his cheeks puffy from rubbing at his pillow (a habit the older singer had often tried to get rid of) but those things only kind of added to the list of adorable things about him, Ryeowook decided.
Later on, when Yehsung’s swollen eyes and cheeks calmed down and he’d visit their stylist, he bordered on being a nine. Sometimes, Ryeowook shyly thought of Yehsung as a ten, like last time he had been on his radio show. He reckoned it had been that leather jacket and that red cap and the way Yehsung wore those. Maybe it had been the way the top buttons of his blouse had come undone half-way through the show… Whatever it was, Ryeowook had certainly enjoying being the one to witness that look.
Yehsung moved over to his bed, sitting down on the edge as he gave the younger one a smile. “Heechul’s eyes hurt,” he spoke as he opened the drawer of his nightstand and found the case he kept his glasses in. “It’s the contacts, but he feels weird being the only one wearing glasses around the house,” Yehsung shook his head slightly, busying himself in switching his contact lenses for glasses.
Ryeowook didn’t mind, really. Glasses looked nice on Yehsung, especially the black with white ones he had chosen to wear now. He put aside his note book and just watched the older man move. Yehsung had been working out more lately, the muscles in his arms once more pumped up in a way Ryeowook very much liked. He couldn’t picture himself with arms like that however, but he wondered what it would be like to touch them.
“Do you still have that scarf? You know, the pink one,” Yehsung asked, going through his jewellery box now to pick out one of his many rosaries to wear. He had glanced up at Ryeowook’s face at the question and caught the younger one in the middle of his thoughts.
“Somewhere, yes,” Ryeowook answered, getting to his feet in a flash of sudden courage. “Hyung, do you need help with that?” he nodded at the rosary Yehsung was trying to get closed. The chain had broken before and Ryeowook had spent an afternoon on getting a small lock from another necklace attached to it so Yehsung could still use it.
Before the older singer could actually answer, Ryeowook had already moved onto the bed, sitting on his knees and sliding the rosary around Yehsung’s neck. His fingers couldn’t help but brush over the skin peeking out from the man’s collar and maybe he leaned in a little too much because he could smell Yehsung’s shampoo.
“Maybe,” Yehsung started, suddenly catching one of Ryeowook’s wrists before the man could move his hands to the back to try and fasten the rosary. “Maybe I should leave this off today,” he decided, slowly taking the jewellery out of Ryeowook’s hands and placing it back in the box.
Ryeowook frowned, but did not ask, moving back to sit on the middle of Yehsung’s bed as the older man closed the drawer again. “Maybe you could wear a tie instead,” he suggested, yet that would require Yehsung buttoning up his blouse completely. He pondered for a moment if that would make the man an eight or a nine, depending on which tie he chose to wear.
“Anyway, you should wear that scarf again,” Yehsung said, moving off the bed to take out a box from underneath it. Ryeowook recognised the box; Yehsung kept his ties and scarves in there. He smiled a little to himself, reasoning that if Yehsung would wear a tie for him, he’d wear that scarf for the other. He got up as well, finding the scarf somewhere in between his many clothes.
As Ryeowook wrapped that scarf around himself, he caught Yehsung’s eyes on him. He blushed, quickly wrapping the scarf half around his face to hide that, blinking once. “What?” he asked, letting his own eyes glide over the man’s hands as they tied the tie he liked the most.
“Nothing,” Yehsung answered, quickly looking down at his own hands again, fixing his tie. Ryeowook just stood there, the pink scarf not even matching his clothes, moving his weight from one foot to the other as if he expected Yehsung to give him another thing to do. The older man moved the box back under the bed and then turned to him, smiling.
Yehsung’s true smiles were tens; there was no doubt about that. They had such an impact that there were times Ryeowook could feel his knees go weak. This time he wasn’t able to keep himself steady either, damning his blush as he grabbed at Yehsung’s upper arms to stay on his feet properly. The older man didn’t even look at him weirdly for that, he just looked at him with… what was that? Ryeowook didn’t move.
Smiling tens never kissed blushing fives, so Ryeowook wondered if he had dreamed Yehsung’s lips skimming over his, but the man’s hot breath felt very real on his face. There was a hint of a tongue, but Ryeowook only knew that for sure because his lips were a little wet when he rubbed them together afterwards. He looked up at Yehsung with big eyes. His hands had tightened around the man’s arms and he realised that it really did feel like steel under velvet, those muscles.
“You look really nice when you wear that scarf,” Yehsung reasoned simply, pulling away and messing Ryeowook’s hair up with his hand before he exited the room.
Maybe it didn’t always have to be about numbers, Ryeowook thought, a little bemused as he practically fell back on his bed. He realised it could well be all a matter of opinion.