[fanfic] One Day
Title: One Day
Pairing: YehWook
Genre: fluff
Rating: PG
Warning: none
Summary: You smile and lean your head to the side, watch how he laughs and makes stupid faces to hide his slight embarrassment.
Disclaimer: Don't own YehWook..
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You watch him how he dances with the others but fails like always. You smile and lean your head to the side, watch how he laughs and makes stupid faces to hide his slight embarrassment. You can feel how his eyes are searching for you, just for one moment and you slide over to him. The moment you touch his arm, he turns around and looks at you with laughing eyes.
The moment is over when Eeteuk calls for you and Sungmin hugs you from behind to drag you with him. You sent one last glance to him before turning your attention to the babbling guy next to you. You laugh with him, though you are actually deep in thoughts about him.
You cook for them because Hangeng has schedules and you two are the only ones who can cook well enough that everyone wants your meals. You enjoy the cooking and have to laugh when Donghae comes in and asks if he could help. No, he would do everything wrong and end this with chaos.
The next who comes in is him and you wince when he pats you on the shoulder.
"Yesung!"
When you turn around you forget all about the knife and cut yourself. It doesn't hurt that much but he is immediately worried and asks you to let him see your finger. You just wrinkle your nose a little and try not to whine. When he takes your hand in his you can feel the warmth of his fingers and you have to smile.
"Hey! Where is the food?!"
Heechul comes in and stopped at the sight of the two of you. You look up and smile a little.
"I am sorry, Hyung. I just cut my finger. I will finish as quickly as possible."
Though you don't want to pull your hand away, you do so and turn around. You hold your finger under cold water for a moment and want to move on with the cutting of the carrot, but a small hand grips your wrist and you have to stop again.
"You should band-aid on your finger. The cut is deep and blood will begin to flow soon again."
His voice is calm and warm but his eyes are looking worriedly at you and though his grip is caring it is strong and firm and you know you can't say anything against him.
The warmth of his hand is flowing to your cheeks and you feel how your face blushes.
It’s always like this and like always he doesn't notice it really or better he doesn't mind it.
You stand there for a few seconds in silence, you and him, before he lets go of your wrist and starts looking for a band-aid. You follow him with your eyes and smile slightly again.
When he has found something he comes back and treats the burning wound. He smiles at you and squeezes your arm lightly.
"Okay, I'll go back and tell the others they have to wait a little longer. Just be careful, okay?!"
You smile at him, nod and blush again a little when he pats your head before going out.
Later that evening you are in your shared room and watch him how he takes off all his jewels. You have already crawled under your blanket and just stare at him.
"Wookie?!"
You wince a little when he calls you but you just smile and look questioningly to him.
"Can you help me with this? Somehow it’s stuck…"
He half grins, half smiles and sends you a sheepish glance.
You nod and stand up to help him with his necklace.
With careful fingers you detach it from his hair and open the fastener.
Your fingertips touch his skin and you wish to move over it, wish you could feel the smooth and warmth you always just feel when he touches you shortly every now and then. Sometimes his touchy side comes out and he hugs you or cuddles you, not too much but too close sometimes.
You always heat up when he comes this close and you don't know what to do, so you always blush a little and push him back lightly after a short moment of joy.
You give him the necklace and exchange smiles.
Then you crawl under your blanket again and continue watching him how he gets ready for bed.
You wake up later than usual that night but as always from the same dream. It’s been two weeks now since it has begun to appear. You couldn't say what happens in your dreams but you wake up with a silent scream stuck in your throat and soaked in sweat. Your blanket is lying down on the floor and you shiver from the cold.
You get up and wince when your feet touch the icy floor. With silent footsteps you walk over to his bed and stand next to it for a moment. You always hesitate.
"What are you doing?! Come here…"
And as always he is awake and reaches out for you. His sleepy eyes watch you caringly and attentively before he grabs your wrist and drags you into the bed.
He sighs and lays an arm around you.
"You are so cold…", he mumbles into your hair, like always.
He tries to warm you with his body and you finally relax when his hand begins to stroke over your back. His warmth passes on to you and you snuggle deeper closer to his chest.
You can smell his scent and finally a smile appears on your lips.
He can feel this smile against his chest somehow and pokes you softly into your side.
"Good Night."
You smile even more at this usual wish, but say nothing. You don't need to.
You can feel the hand on your back and the breath in your hair and somehow you manage to not blush or push him back but just enjoy the current situation, like every night.
You almost fall asleep when you hear his voice again. He sounds sleepy and yet his voice is warm and full of sympathy (you don't dare to think of love or affection).
"Tomorrow you sleep here for the whole night, okay?! I don't want you to have to stand up and come over. Just stay here for the whole night."
He smiles into your hair and you can feel it.
You nod at his chest and he starts humming suddenly a quiet song, one you composed a long time ago.
You feel the warmth in your chest and you feel connected with him.
Maybe… the next time you hear his voice in the next night… you can make out the affection.
With his scent in your nose, his smile in front of your eyes and his calming voice in your ears you fall asleep.
Pairing: YehWook
Genre: fluff
Rating: PG
Warning: none
Summary: You smile and lean your head to the side, watch how he laughs and makes stupid faces to hide his slight embarrassment.
Disclaimer: Don't own YehWook..
~
You watch him how he dances with the others but fails like always. You smile and lean your head to the side, watch how he laughs and makes stupid faces to hide his slight embarrassment. You can feel how his eyes are searching for you, just for one moment and you slide over to him. The moment you touch his arm, he turns around and looks at you with laughing eyes.
The moment is over when Eeteuk calls for you and Sungmin hugs you from behind to drag you with him. You sent one last glance to him before turning your attention to the babbling guy next to you. You laugh with him, though you are actually deep in thoughts about him.
You cook for them because Hangeng has schedules and you two are the only ones who can cook well enough that everyone wants your meals. You enjoy the cooking and have to laugh when Donghae comes in and asks if he could help. No, he would do everything wrong and end this with chaos.
The next who comes in is him and you wince when he pats you on the shoulder.
"Yesung!"
When you turn around you forget all about the knife and cut yourself. It doesn't hurt that much but he is immediately worried and asks you to let him see your finger. You just wrinkle your nose a little and try not to whine. When he takes your hand in his you can feel the warmth of his fingers and you have to smile.
"Hey! Where is the food?!"
Heechul comes in and stopped at the sight of the two of you. You look up and smile a little.
"I am sorry, Hyung. I just cut my finger. I will finish as quickly as possible."
Though you don't want to pull your hand away, you do so and turn around. You hold your finger under cold water for a moment and want to move on with the cutting of the carrot, but a small hand grips your wrist and you have to stop again.
"You should band-aid on your finger. The cut is deep and blood will begin to flow soon again."
His voice is calm and warm but his eyes are looking worriedly at you and though his grip is caring it is strong and firm and you know you can't say anything against him.
The warmth of his hand is flowing to your cheeks and you feel how your face blushes.
It’s always like this and like always he doesn't notice it really or better he doesn't mind it.
You stand there for a few seconds in silence, you and him, before he lets go of your wrist and starts looking for a band-aid. You follow him with your eyes and smile slightly again.
When he has found something he comes back and treats the burning wound. He smiles at you and squeezes your arm lightly.
"Okay, I'll go back and tell the others they have to wait a little longer. Just be careful, okay?!"
You smile at him, nod and blush again a little when he pats your head before going out.
Later that evening you are in your shared room and watch him how he takes off all his jewels. You have already crawled under your blanket and just stare at him.
"Wookie?!"
You wince a little when he calls you but you just smile and look questioningly to him.
"Can you help me with this? Somehow it’s stuck…"
He half grins, half smiles and sends you a sheepish glance.
You nod and stand up to help him with his necklace.
With careful fingers you detach it from his hair and open the fastener.
Your fingertips touch his skin and you wish to move over it, wish you could feel the smooth and warmth you always just feel when he touches you shortly every now and then. Sometimes his touchy side comes out and he hugs you or cuddles you, not too much but too close sometimes.
You always heat up when he comes this close and you don't know what to do, so you always blush a little and push him back lightly after a short moment of joy.
You give him the necklace and exchange smiles.
Then you crawl under your blanket again and continue watching him how he gets ready for bed.
You wake up later than usual that night but as always from the same dream. It’s been two weeks now since it has begun to appear. You couldn't say what happens in your dreams but you wake up with a silent scream stuck in your throat and soaked in sweat. Your blanket is lying down on the floor and you shiver from the cold.
You get up and wince when your feet touch the icy floor. With silent footsteps you walk over to his bed and stand next to it for a moment. You always hesitate.
"What are you doing?! Come here…"
And as always he is awake and reaches out for you. His sleepy eyes watch you caringly and attentively before he grabs your wrist and drags you into the bed.
He sighs and lays an arm around you.
"You are so cold…", he mumbles into your hair, like always.
He tries to warm you with his body and you finally relax when his hand begins to stroke over your back. His warmth passes on to you and you snuggle deeper closer to his chest.
You can smell his scent and finally a smile appears on your lips.
He can feel this smile against his chest somehow and pokes you softly into your side.
"Good Night."
You smile even more at this usual wish, but say nothing. You don't need to.
You can feel the hand on your back and the breath in your hair and somehow you manage to not blush or push him back but just enjoy the current situation, like every night.
You almost fall asleep when you hear his voice again. He sounds sleepy and yet his voice is warm and full of sympathy (you don't dare to think of love or affection).
"Tomorrow you sleep here for the whole night, okay?! I don't want you to have to stand up and come over. Just stay here for the whole night."
He smiles into your hair and you can feel it.
You nod at his chest and he starts humming suddenly a quiet song, one you composed a long time ago.
You feel the warmth in your chest and you feel connected with him.
Maybe… the next time you hear his voice in the next night… you can make out the affection.
With his scent in your nose, his smile in front of your eyes and his calming voice in your ears you fall asleep.