the rose calyx
the rose calyx | G
Kyuhyun ; Ryeowook
“Do you know what a calyx is?”
Deft fingers ran over crystal keys in precise, sharp tones. False emotion peppered the tinkling notes, and the song was sickeningly sweet, too beautiful for real emotions. Who would not cry when they heard it, with the exception of the handsome man seated at the piano’s fore. His gaze was blank, empty, devoid of the feeling of music. Even as his languid form moved in time to the music, the love-song he played captured nothing.
“Stop.”
With dexterous poise, the young man withdrew from the piano in a single movement so swift that he could have been standing beside the piano instead of seated on the plush deep red seat that could not match the dark black of his attire. His gold-shot dusky hair swept across dim chocolate eyes as he gave a pristine bow to his master who was standing by the rich redwood double doors.
“Please, the piano is yours sir.”
The young master chuckled lightly - it was evident that he had stopped his butler in jest. “Please Ryeowook, I could never play as good as you. Whether or not I belong to a family of royal musicians, I refuse to spend my time on such trivial issues.”
Ryeowook bowed again, knowing better than to rebuke. “As you wish, Master Cho.”
With a cold, smiling sigh, the master walked slowly over to Ryeowook and cupped his hand over Ryeowook’s defined jawline. Ryeowook did not stiffen, in fact, he did not move at all as the master ran curious fingers tracing every feature of Ryeowook’s handsome face. “Master Kyuhyun would be fine,” the master whispered sweetly, handsomely and yet dangerously, drawing his dark eyes within inches of his servant’s. “I do not like to be confused with my father.”
Ryeowook was refrained from bowing his reply by a single index finger pressed against his lower lip. Master Kyuhyun laughed again, withdrew his hand and gestured at Ryeowook to sit at the piano. And as he was ordered, the man sat at behind the wine-red glass instrument and readied himself to play on the colourless and black crystal keys. His master had not given the signal to play. Ryeowook waited motionlessly, fingers raised just slightly off the keys.
Instead, the master stooped down in all his clasping attire of midnight blue and white-gold filigree, delicately lifted Ryeowook’s chin and captured him in a sweet kiss. Whether the master’s dark eyes were shut or not, Ryeowook could not see past the bronze-laced sable locks. Pulling away, the young master gave his butler the same cold, handsome smiling gaze as before.
“Play,” Master Kyuyhun whispered.
But Ryeowook could not. It would be a lie to say that he did not try. In all its beauty, his song no longer held the same perfection as before. For the first time, Ryeowook was no longer sure. Abandoned on the streets from the youngest possible age, Ryeowook grew up with a cold heart - the heart required to survive in a harsh world, the world that abandoned him and left him with nothing. Nearly arrested with the accusation of theft from the Cho family heir, the young master had instead decided to take upon Ryeowook as his butler and bodyguard because of that cold, merciless heart that played the role of a person who could stare death in the eye. Emotionless, heartless… Something had changed.
“Do you know what a calyx is?” Master Kyuhyun asked, plucking a smooth crimson rose out of the jar on top of the piano. Ryeowook shook his head the same way his fingers and his heart was shaking as he played his song. “A calyx,” Kyuyhun continued, “is the small green feathery leaves that rim the rose with the sole reason of protecting the blossom.”
“And so you are my calyx,” Kyuhyun murmured, brushing Ryeowook’s long fringe from his eyes. “And you will protect me, and I cannot live without you.”
The hammers no longer struck its strings as the song played engraved with feeling, imperfect yet complete. The wine-red glass cast its glow across master and servant; their lips fell upon each other. Nobody else could see, in the lily white piano chamber, the rose petals that fell to the ground and were not crushed. Not while the small, insignificant calyx remained.
end.
inspired by SJ-M's 幸福微甜 (Love Is Sweet)
*stares* um, new style i suppose.
why do i always write stories half-asleep ;____;
IWANTEDSMUTINTHISSTORYASDFGHJKL*crying*
Kyuhyun ; Ryeowook
“Do you know what a calyx is?”
Deft fingers ran over crystal keys in precise, sharp tones. False emotion peppered the tinkling notes, and the song was sickeningly sweet, too beautiful for real emotions. Who would not cry when they heard it, with the exception of the handsome man seated at the piano’s fore. His gaze was blank, empty, devoid of the feeling of music. Even as his languid form moved in time to the music, the love-song he played captured nothing.
“Stop.”
With dexterous poise, the young man withdrew from the piano in a single movement so swift that he could have been standing beside the piano instead of seated on the plush deep red seat that could not match the dark black of his attire. His gold-shot dusky hair swept across dim chocolate eyes as he gave a pristine bow to his master who was standing by the rich redwood double doors.
“Please, the piano is yours sir.”
The young master chuckled lightly - it was evident that he had stopped his butler in jest. “Please Ryeowook, I could never play as good as you. Whether or not I belong to a family of royal musicians, I refuse to spend my time on such trivial issues.”
Ryeowook bowed again, knowing better than to rebuke. “As you wish, Master Cho.”
With a cold, smiling sigh, the master walked slowly over to Ryeowook and cupped his hand over Ryeowook’s defined jawline. Ryeowook did not stiffen, in fact, he did not move at all as the master ran curious fingers tracing every feature of Ryeowook’s handsome face. “Master Kyuhyun would be fine,” the master whispered sweetly, handsomely and yet dangerously, drawing his dark eyes within inches of his servant’s. “I do not like to be confused with my father.”
Ryeowook was refrained from bowing his reply by a single index finger pressed against his lower lip. Master Kyuhyun laughed again, withdrew his hand and gestured at Ryeowook to sit at the piano. And as he was ordered, the man sat at behind the wine-red glass instrument and readied himself to play on the colourless and black crystal keys. His master had not given the signal to play. Ryeowook waited motionlessly, fingers raised just slightly off the keys.
Instead, the master stooped down in all his clasping attire of midnight blue and white-gold filigree, delicately lifted Ryeowook’s chin and captured him in a sweet kiss. Whether the master’s dark eyes were shut or not, Ryeowook could not see past the bronze-laced sable locks. Pulling away, the young master gave his butler the same cold, handsome smiling gaze as before.
“Play,” Master Kyuyhun whispered.
But Ryeowook could not. It would be a lie to say that he did not try. In all its beauty, his song no longer held the same perfection as before. For the first time, Ryeowook was no longer sure. Abandoned on the streets from the youngest possible age, Ryeowook grew up with a cold heart - the heart required to survive in a harsh world, the world that abandoned him and left him with nothing. Nearly arrested with the accusation of theft from the Cho family heir, the young master had instead decided to take upon Ryeowook as his butler and bodyguard because of that cold, merciless heart that played the role of a person who could stare death in the eye. Emotionless, heartless… Something had changed.
“Do you know what a calyx is?” Master Kyuhyun asked, plucking a smooth crimson rose out of the jar on top of the piano. Ryeowook shook his head the same way his fingers and his heart was shaking as he played his song. “A calyx,” Kyuyhun continued, “is the small green feathery leaves that rim the rose with the sole reason of protecting the blossom.”
“And so you are my calyx,” Kyuhyun murmured, brushing Ryeowook’s long fringe from his eyes. “And you will protect me, and I cannot live without you.”
The hammers no longer struck its strings as the song played engraved with feeling, imperfect yet complete. The wine-red glass cast its glow across master and servant; their lips fell upon each other. Nobody else could see, in the lily white piano chamber, the rose petals that fell to the ground and were not crushed. Not while the small, insignificant calyx remained.
end.
inspired by SJ-M's 幸福微甜 (Love Is Sweet)
*stares* um, new style i suppose.
why do i always write stories half-asleep ;____;
IWANTEDSMUTINTHISSTORYASDFGHJKL*crying*