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Title: Alarm Clock
Rating: PG-13 (implied sexual situations)
Genre: Romance, fluff
Pairing: YeWook, squint!Kyumin, squint!Hanchul
Summary: Ryeowook gets woken up due to Yesung's retarded alarm clock that he set even though the pair did not have schedules. He schemes revenge
A/N: Randomness, missed writing YeWook so I whipped up a piece rather quickly. Probably lots of mistakes but, meh. Any comments are <3'd~
Ding Ding Ding
Ryeowook rolled over in his bed, tugging at his blanket to cover his ears from the noise.
Ding Ding Ding Ding
The same sounds repeated itself as it increased in both pace and volume. The low periodic rings increased in pitch as Ryeowook curled the blanket around him and rolled towards the wall.
Five more minutes, Teukie-hyung.
Ding Ding Ding Ding
Ryeowook flipped the blanket off his face. He sat up in his bed and glared over at the direction of the ringing. His eyelids drooped down, begging Ryeowook to ignore the sound and climb back into his warm, waiting bed.
Fuck. My. Life.
Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding.
Fuck my life. Fuck my life.
Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding
Ryeowook struggled off his bed, his body giving away to his weariness. He fell onto the wooden boards, his knees throbbing in pain upon point of contact. He buried his head against his quilt, his fingers digging into the soft, warm material as he wretched in agony. His body seemed grounded and did not want to make movements of any sort.
Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding.
I’m coming... ahh.
Ryeowook looked over at his hyung, who had not even stirred in his sleep. Ryeowook half crawled over to his side of the room, narrowly missing from colliding hitting his head against Ddangkoma’s tank. His limbs were drained of energy, lacking basic strength to support his body weight.
The ringing alarm became one constant high pitched scream as Ryeowook shut his eyes from the sounds. This was simply preposterous, outrageous to the point of insanity. No one, for the love of God (Siwon would definitely give him a lecture about the Bible and whatnot) should be susceptible to such torture. They didn’t even have a schedule today. Not even when the time Sungmin-hyung accidentally turned off Kyuhyun’s laptop while they were in the living room.
Ryeowook bit his lip.
Except Sungmin-hyung sounded like he enjoyed the punishment a lot. Ryeowook-ah, stop thinking perverted thoughts about Kyu and Sungmin-hyung.
Feeling a certain rush of warmness flooding both his cheeks and between his legs, Ryeowook stormed over and slammed the button on the alarm clock, silencing the mechanism. Ryeowook inhaled a deep breath and blew out, the funnel of air pushing strands of his messy hair away from his eyes.
But Ryeowook couldn’t complain, he had to learn to deal with Yesung hyung whether he liked it or not. The two were inseparable pretty much right after their debut, a mutual attraction between the two was evident. Fueled by their K.R.Y. subgroup, their friendship slowly developed into something much more precious. Everything was as perfect as life could be, except for the occasional tantrums they threw, Ryeowook being the one to make a fuss about trivial things.
It’s not his fault that sometimes Yesung would get on his nerves, like right now and his stupid alarm clock. It was usually because of his pet turtle that made Ryeowook mad, because he would pay more attention to that little rock instead of him.
Aside from the alarm clock mishaps, Ryeowook agreed that the times they spent together were worthwhile. Yesung was caring, kind, helpful, all the qualities that satisfy Ryeowook's simple list of requirements. Besides, the added bonus being their bedroom adventures, especially if he was the one calling the shots.
Ddangkoma waddled out of his makeshift cave, its black beady eyes blinking randomly at Ryeowook. The two locked eyes momentarily as if they understood the pain the other felt of being waken up early for no apparent reason. Ryeowook scorned his lips.
You stupid turtle....
Ryeowook sighed, and he suddenly bolted backwards, his hands slipping on the smooth wooden floor, when Ddangkoma nodded his small turtle head before he waddled back into his small cave, as if he understood both his curse and his pain from their rude awakening to the day.
What do I do...
Ryeowook climbed back into bed and pulled the cover over his head.
Tell yourself you will get punished if you fall asleep. Stay awake, Ryeowook, don’t sleep.
And that was the last straw when Ryeowook recalled an uninviting memory of Heechul holding a pair of handcuffs and a whip. Accompanying that with his devilish smirk, Ryeowook couldn’t stop his brain from putting the pieces together.
I’m up. Damnit I’m up. Why the fuck does your brain run so smoothly in the morning, anyways.
Ryeowook sat up on his mattress, his blanket kicked into curls at the foot of his bed. Maybe he would plan something for Yesung tonight; he did have a few recipes he had wanted to try out.
~*~*~*~
“Wookie-ah… I can’t…” Yesung said through tears. His whimpers were barely audible as the pain shot through his nervous system. The pain was unbearable. He couldn’t feel his mouth anymore.
“Hyung, we’re almost there, come on.”
“Wookie…” Yesung pushed him away in resentment, his hands shaking from the pain. The insides of his mouth bubbled with pain from Ryeowook’s new idea.
“Hyung, it’s not that spicy, come on.” Ryeowook chirped as he held another spoonful of the concoction he whipped up earlier in the day. The lethal red liquid boiled on the silver metal spoon, columns of steam rising their way into the cooler air.
“Woo… ie…” Yesung flapped his hands in his mouth, generating a miniature fan for his swollen tongue. “Woo… ie… ah…”
Ryeowook stuffed the spoonful of the soup into the open mouth.
Rating: PG-13 (implied sexual situations)
Genre: Romance, fluff
Pairing: YeWook, squint!Kyumin, squint!Hanchul
Summary: Ryeowook gets woken up due to Yesung's retarded alarm clock that he set even though the pair did not have schedules. He schemes revenge
A/N: Randomness, missed writing YeWook so I whipped up a piece rather quickly. Probably lots of mistakes but, meh. Any comments are <3'd~
Ding Ding Ding
Ryeowook rolled over in his bed, tugging at his blanket to cover his ears from the noise.
Ding Ding Ding Ding
The same sounds repeated itself as it increased in both pace and volume. The low periodic rings increased in pitch as Ryeowook curled the blanket around him and rolled towards the wall.
Five more minutes, Teukie-hyung.
Ding Ding Ding Ding
Ryeowook flipped the blanket off his face. He sat up in his bed and glared over at the direction of the ringing. His eyelids drooped down, begging Ryeowook to ignore the sound and climb back into his warm, waiting bed.
Fuck. My. Life.
Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding.
Fuck my life. Fuck my life.
Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding
Ryeowook struggled off his bed, his body giving away to his weariness. He fell onto the wooden boards, his knees throbbing in pain upon point of contact. He buried his head against his quilt, his fingers digging into the soft, warm material as he wretched in agony. His body seemed grounded and did not want to make movements of any sort.
Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding.
I’m coming... ahh.
Ryeowook looked over at his hyung, who had not even stirred in his sleep. Ryeowook half crawled over to his side of the room, narrowly missing from colliding hitting his head against Ddangkoma’s tank. His limbs were drained of energy, lacking basic strength to support his body weight.
The ringing alarm became one constant high pitched scream as Ryeowook shut his eyes from the sounds. This was simply preposterous, outrageous to the point of insanity. No one, for the love of God (Siwon would definitely give him a lecture about the Bible and whatnot) should be susceptible to such torture. They didn’t even have a schedule today. Not even when the time Sungmin-hyung accidentally turned off Kyuhyun’s laptop while they were in the living room.
Ryeowook bit his lip.
Except Sungmin-hyung sounded like he enjoyed the punishment a lot. Ryeowook-ah, stop thinking perverted thoughts about Kyu and Sungmin-hyung.
Feeling a certain rush of warmness flooding both his cheeks and between his legs, Ryeowook stormed over and slammed the button on the alarm clock, silencing the mechanism. Ryeowook inhaled a deep breath and blew out, the funnel of air pushing strands of his messy hair away from his eyes.
But Ryeowook couldn’t complain, he had to learn to deal with Yesung hyung whether he liked it or not. The two were inseparable pretty much right after their debut, a mutual attraction between the two was evident. Fueled by their K.R.Y. subgroup, their friendship slowly developed into something much more precious. Everything was as perfect as life could be, except for the occasional tantrums they threw, Ryeowook being the one to make a fuss about trivial things.
It’s not his fault that sometimes Yesung would get on his nerves, like right now and his stupid alarm clock. It was usually because of his pet turtle that made Ryeowook mad, because he would pay more attention to that little rock instead of him.
Aside from the alarm clock mishaps, Ryeowook agreed that the times they spent together were worthwhile. Yesung was caring, kind, helpful, all the qualities that satisfy Ryeowook's simple list of requirements. Besides, the added bonus being their bedroom adventures, especially if he was the one calling the shots.
Ddangkoma waddled out of his makeshift cave, its black beady eyes blinking randomly at Ryeowook. The two locked eyes momentarily as if they understood the pain the other felt of being waken up early for no apparent reason. Ryeowook scorned his lips.
You stupid turtle....
Ryeowook sighed, and he suddenly bolted backwards, his hands slipping on the smooth wooden floor, when Ddangkoma nodded his small turtle head before he waddled back into his small cave, as if he understood both his curse and his pain from their rude awakening to the day.
What do I do...
Ryeowook climbed back into bed and pulled the cover over his head.
Tell yourself you will get punished if you fall asleep. Stay awake, Ryeowook, don’t sleep.
And that was the last straw when Ryeowook recalled an uninviting memory of Heechul holding a pair of handcuffs and a whip. Accompanying that with his devilish smirk, Ryeowook couldn’t stop his brain from putting the pieces together.
I’m up. Damnit I’m up. Why the fuck does your brain run so smoothly in the morning, anyways.
Ryeowook sat up on his mattress, his blanket kicked into curls at the foot of his bed. Maybe he would plan something for Yesung tonight; he did have a few recipes he had wanted to try out.
~*~*~*~
“Wookie-ah… I can’t…” Yesung said through tears. His whimpers were barely audible as the pain shot through his nervous system. The pain was unbearable. He couldn’t feel his mouth anymore.
“Hyung, we’re almost there, come on.”
“Wookie…” Yesung pushed him away in resentment, his hands shaking from the pain. The insides of his mouth bubbled with pain from Ryeowook’s new idea.
“Hyung, it’s not that spicy, come on.” Ryeowook chirped as he held another spoonful of the concoction he whipped up earlier in the day. The lethal red liquid boiled on the silver metal spoon, columns of steam rising their way into the cooler air.
“Woo… ie…” Yesung flapped his hands in his mouth, generating a miniature fan for his swollen tongue. “Woo… ie… ah…”
Ryeowook stuffed the spoonful of the soup into the open mouth.