Life is a Waltz (Au!Fic)
Title: Life is a Waltz (Au!Fic)
Author: Dreaminginside
Words: ~1150
Pairings:Yewook
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: LOLNO
Rating: PG
Summary: The stars twinkle as he pulls Ryeowook onto the center of the patio and into a quick waltz, ignoring how their feet tangle and there is no music to keep steady rhythm, their laughter close enough to a beat to follow along with.
A/N: :)
Ryeowook doesn’t know whether to grin or cry when his house begins to shake violently one evening, plates falling of the mantle and the cup of tea in his hands suddenly smashing against the wall.
“He always does have to make an entrance, doesn’t he, Kkoming?” Ryeowook sighs to the small dog running around his feet as the candles begin to flare up, flames from the fireplace licking at the stone wall. Kkoming paws at Ryeowook’s shins until he gets up, counting slowly under his breath as he stumbles towards the door, floor rapidly lurching.
Ryeowook scoops up Kkoming in his arms right before he opens the door, stepping aside in time for a man to crash on through, shoes scrambling for balance along the wooden floor. The house regains a sense of calm as the man crashes into the dining table, and Ryeowook can’t help but smile when Jongwoon turns a sheepish grin on him, Kkoming bounding out of Ryeowook’s arms in favor of rolling at Jongwoon’s feet.
“You still have some work to do on the landing, you really will destroy the house one of these days,” Ryeowook chuckles when Jongwoon collapses in the chair Ryeowook had been occupying. Ryeowook sighs and snaps his fingers, dishes that had fallen slowly piecing themselves back together as he makes his way to where Jongwoon sits, smoothing his hair down where it’s been mussed. “Welcome home.”
“It’s good to be home,” Jongwoon grins, grabbing Ryeowook’s hand and pulling him down to brush their lips together, thumb stroking Ryeowook’s wrist when he pulls back, enjoying the slight flush on the other man’s face. “I thought that King would never let me leave, honestly I don’t know how many more times I can nicely say that I’m never having a part in these civil squabbles.”
“You’ll have to figure out at least five more ways I’d say,” Ryeowook chuckles, laughing at the dark cloud that emerges over Jongwoon’s head, kissing him again quickly before tugging him up from the chair. Kkoming weaves between their legs as Ryeowook drags Jongwoon to the kitchen, rummaging around for the plate he set aside earlier. “Chin up and eat your food, I’ll go in your place next time. Kkoming missed you terribly anyway, woke me up scratching at the front door every day for the past week.”
“Did anyone else miss me?” Jongwoon grins and pushes the food aside in favor of wrapping an arm around Ryeowook’s waist, resting his head on Ryeowook’s shoulder. Ryeowook snorts and pushes at Jongwoon’s face halfheartedly, opening his mouth to answer when he feels his stomach lurch, clinging tight to Jongwoon’s arm as the next time he opens his eyes, they’re surrounded by stars. He really does shove Jongwoon off this time, huffing angrily.
“Well I certainly didn’t miss this,” Ryeowook snorts, crossing his arms and leaning against the rail of the porch as his particles anchor themselves back to reality. Jongwoon’s eyes are shining with mirth though, and he can’t quite keep the smile from his voice when Jongwoon sets his arms on either side of him. “Show off. There is a thing called just walking out the back door, you know.”
“But that was so much more fun, admit it,” Jongwoon teases, another laugh escaping as he hears Kkoming flop against the door to the porch with a small thud. He turns back to Ryeowook when hands cup his face, stars reflecting in Ryeowook’s eyes as he presses their foreheads together, shivering at the slight chill in the air. Jongwoon’s hands close in until they’re resting on Ryeowook’s hips, noses nearly bumping when Ryeowook presses their lips together.
Kissing Jongwoon is better than all the castable magic in the world, Ryeowook thinks, electricity and fire seeming to run through him as Jongwoon kisses him just a little harder, smiles pulling at both their lips. Ryeowook moves his hands to twine in Jongwoon’s hair, idly playing with the soft strands at the nape of the other man’s neck as they part for a moment. He really could do without these summons every few months, much preferring Jongwoon’s bright presence at his back while he cooks, his warmth curled around him in bed, someone home to take care of his own dog instead of Ryeowook walking Kkoming around the yard for twenty minutes before the sun has even risen. Ryeowook nearly voices this complaint, but doesn’t get a chance as Jongwoon presses kisses to his cheeks, nose, eyelids, anything he can reach.
“You’re doing it again, Ryeowook,” Jongwoon murmurs against his lips, pulling Ryeowook back down as he begins to float a few inches off the ground, grinning as Ryeowook huffs and looks away, Jongwoon hugging him tightly, burying his face in Ryeowook’s neck. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too you idiot,” Ryeowook sighs, running a gentle hand through Jongwoon’s unruly hair and looking at the sky above them. The stars seem to wink back at him as Jongwoon peeks up at him, grinning as he sees all the lights reflected in Ryeowook’s eyes. The stars twinkle as he pulls Ryeowook onto the center of the patio and into a quick waltz, ignoring how their feet tangle and there is no music to keep steady rhythm, their laughter close enough to a beat to follow along with.
It continues until Jongwoon attempts an unsuccessful dip, nearly toppling on top of Ryeowook. They’re a mass of limbs and if anyone were to see them they would surely be dubbed incompetent at daily tasks, let alone having just returned from and audience with royalty. But that’s part of their appeal, Ryeowook supposes, wiping a tear of laughter from his eyes as he admires how the moonlight casts a halo of light around them.
His eyes are nearly drooping shut when Jongwoon murmurs time for bed?, Ryeowook assenting quickly, getting up before Jongwoon can attempt to transport him again. Jongwoon’s laugh follows him all the way to their bedroom, Jongwoon coaxing the fireplace down as Ryeowook and Kkoming take their places. Jongwoon curls around Ryeowook’s back when he finishes, and Ryeowook wonders if this is what normalcy feels like.
Kkoming wakes up Jongwoon at four am sharp, and Jongwoon is all but attached to Ryeowook as he attempts to cook breakfast with arms all but latched to his waist and lips making a trail down his neck. Then half the guest room explodes due to a spell of Jongwoon’s gone awry, taking a cabinet and a remarkable exact three quarters of the bed with it. Ryeowook sighs and doesn’t speak to Jongwoon till he finds his words again until dinner, a fond I love you passed along with Jongwoon’s plate.
He decides normalcy is overrated anyway.
Author: Dreaminginside
Words: ~1150
Pairings:Yewook
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: LOLNO
Rating: PG
Summary: The stars twinkle as he pulls Ryeowook onto the center of the patio and into a quick waltz, ignoring how their feet tangle and there is no music to keep steady rhythm, their laughter close enough to a beat to follow along with.
A/N: :)
Ryeowook doesn’t know whether to grin or cry when his house begins to shake violently one evening, plates falling of the mantle and the cup of tea in his hands suddenly smashing against the wall.
“He always does have to make an entrance, doesn’t he, Kkoming?” Ryeowook sighs to the small dog running around his feet as the candles begin to flare up, flames from the fireplace licking at the stone wall. Kkoming paws at Ryeowook’s shins until he gets up, counting slowly under his breath as he stumbles towards the door, floor rapidly lurching.
Ryeowook scoops up Kkoming in his arms right before he opens the door, stepping aside in time for a man to crash on through, shoes scrambling for balance along the wooden floor. The house regains a sense of calm as the man crashes into the dining table, and Ryeowook can’t help but smile when Jongwoon turns a sheepish grin on him, Kkoming bounding out of Ryeowook’s arms in favor of rolling at Jongwoon’s feet.
“You still have some work to do on the landing, you really will destroy the house one of these days,” Ryeowook chuckles when Jongwoon collapses in the chair Ryeowook had been occupying. Ryeowook sighs and snaps his fingers, dishes that had fallen slowly piecing themselves back together as he makes his way to where Jongwoon sits, smoothing his hair down where it’s been mussed. “Welcome home.”
“It’s good to be home,” Jongwoon grins, grabbing Ryeowook’s hand and pulling him down to brush their lips together, thumb stroking Ryeowook’s wrist when he pulls back, enjoying the slight flush on the other man’s face. “I thought that King would never let me leave, honestly I don’t know how many more times I can nicely say that I’m never having a part in these civil squabbles.”
“You’ll have to figure out at least five more ways I’d say,” Ryeowook chuckles, laughing at the dark cloud that emerges over Jongwoon’s head, kissing him again quickly before tugging him up from the chair. Kkoming weaves between their legs as Ryeowook drags Jongwoon to the kitchen, rummaging around for the plate he set aside earlier. “Chin up and eat your food, I’ll go in your place next time. Kkoming missed you terribly anyway, woke me up scratching at the front door every day for the past week.”
“Did anyone else miss me?” Jongwoon grins and pushes the food aside in favor of wrapping an arm around Ryeowook’s waist, resting his head on Ryeowook’s shoulder. Ryeowook snorts and pushes at Jongwoon’s face halfheartedly, opening his mouth to answer when he feels his stomach lurch, clinging tight to Jongwoon’s arm as the next time he opens his eyes, they’re surrounded by stars. He really does shove Jongwoon off this time, huffing angrily.
“Well I certainly didn’t miss this,” Ryeowook snorts, crossing his arms and leaning against the rail of the porch as his particles anchor themselves back to reality. Jongwoon’s eyes are shining with mirth though, and he can’t quite keep the smile from his voice when Jongwoon sets his arms on either side of him. “Show off. There is a thing called just walking out the back door, you know.”
“But that was so much more fun, admit it,” Jongwoon teases, another laugh escaping as he hears Kkoming flop against the door to the porch with a small thud. He turns back to Ryeowook when hands cup his face, stars reflecting in Ryeowook’s eyes as he presses their foreheads together, shivering at the slight chill in the air. Jongwoon’s hands close in until they’re resting on Ryeowook’s hips, noses nearly bumping when Ryeowook presses their lips together.
Kissing Jongwoon is better than all the castable magic in the world, Ryeowook thinks, electricity and fire seeming to run through him as Jongwoon kisses him just a little harder, smiles pulling at both their lips. Ryeowook moves his hands to twine in Jongwoon’s hair, idly playing with the soft strands at the nape of the other man’s neck as they part for a moment. He really could do without these summons every few months, much preferring Jongwoon’s bright presence at his back while he cooks, his warmth curled around him in bed, someone home to take care of his own dog instead of Ryeowook walking Kkoming around the yard for twenty minutes before the sun has even risen. Ryeowook nearly voices this complaint, but doesn’t get a chance as Jongwoon presses kisses to his cheeks, nose, eyelids, anything he can reach.
“You’re doing it again, Ryeowook,” Jongwoon murmurs against his lips, pulling Ryeowook back down as he begins to float a few inches off the ground, grinning as Ryeowook huffs and looks away, Jongwoon hugging him tightly, burying his face in Ryeowook’s neck. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too you idiot,” Ryeowook sighs, running a gentle hand through Jongwoon’s unruly hair and looking at the sky above them. The stars seem to wink back at him as Jongwoon peeks up at him, grinning as he sees all the lights reflected in Ryeowook’s eyes. The stars twinkle as he pulls Ryeowook onto the center of the patio and into a quick waltz, ignoring how their feet tangle and there is no music to keep steady rhythm, their laughter close enough to a beat to follow along with.
It continues until Jongwoon attempts an unsuccessful dip, nearly toppling on top of Ryeowook. They’re a mass of limbs and if anyone were to see them they would surely be dubbed incompetent at daily tasks, let alone having just returned from and audience with royalty. But that’s part of their appeal, Ryeowook supposes, wiping a tear of laughter from his eyes as he admires how the moonlight casts a halo of light around them.
His eyes are nearly drooping shut when Jongwoon murmurs time for bed?, Ryeowook assenting quickly, getting up before Jongwoon can attempt to transport him again. Jongwoon’s laugh follows him all the way to their bedroom, Jongwoon coaxing the fireplace down as Ryeowook and Kkoming take their places. Jongwoon curls around Ryeowook’s back when he finishes, and Ryeowook wonders if this is what normalcy feels like.
Kkoming wakes up Jongwoon at four am sharp, and Jongwoon is all but attached to Ryeowook as he attempts to cook breakfast with arms all but latched to his waist and lips making a trail down his neck. Then half the guest room explodes due to a spell of Jongwoon’s gone awry, taking a cabinet and a remarkable exact three quarters of the bed with it. Ryeowook sighs and doesn’t speak to Jongwoon till he finds his words again until dinner, a fond I love you passed along with Jongwoon’s plate.
He decides normalcy is overrated anyway.