[drabble] the best painkiller, 1/1
the best painkiller
yesung/ryeowook | romance | pg
when yesung looks at ryeowook, he sees someone with a heart three sizes too big.
What Yesung doesn’t understand is how people can ever take Ryeowook for more than who he really is.
“I have a really bad headache…” The younger boy collapses beside him on the couch. “Do you have any painkillers on you?” His cheeks are a little flushed, and regrettably, Yesung shakes his head.
“I think Donghae used the last of mine-sorry. Is it that bad?”
“I can’t even think straight.” Ryeowook closes his eyes and massages his temples. “This is bad…and we have a concert tonight, too…”
Yesung glances at the clock. “Here, sleep for a while. I’ll tell the others that we’ll skip out on dinner.” His hand finds the top of Ryeowook’s head, and he guides him down until he’s using his lap as a pillow. “Just sleep a bit until then.”
The younger boy shifts a little to make himself more comfortable. “Thanks, hyung.” Yesung pets his hair gently, feeling like he should be doing more for him. The company has been working them particularly hard as of late, but it’s not as though it’s something new. But it all builds up eventually-into something big and monstrous that they can’t control anymore, until it reins its ugly head and sets everything on fire.
How can their company, their fans ever expect so much from Ryeowook? When Yesung looks at him, he sees an honest boy who still has that sparkle in his eyes-he sees someone with a heart three sizes too big for his petit body, he sees the boy who once, long ago, looked up at him with teary eyes and asked fearfully, Hyung, is it okay if I love you?
He’s quiet even after Ryeowook falls asleep in his lap, and when Kyuhyun returns, he holds a finger to his lips.
“Do you have any painkillers?” A hushed voice.
Kyuhyun blinks. “I always thought that was something essential that no idol went anywhere without.”
“Shut up. Donghae took all of mine.”
Kyuhyun disappears into his room for a minute, and when returns, he tosses the bottle towards Yesung. (It nearly hits Ryeowook in the face, thanks to his terrible hand-eye coordination.) “Just keep it. There isn’t much left anyway.”
“Thanks. Can you let the others know that we’ll skip out on dinner?”
The younger man nods. “I’ll send you the stage plans later.”
“Thanks.”
Kyuhyun packs up some of his things, before heading out. Yesung is left again with the soft sound of Ryeowook’s breathing; his own personal lullaby. Someone has precious as Ryeowook-he never wants him to fade away.
He isn’t sure when he falls asleep, but Kyuhyun’s text wakes him up. His neck is sore from sleeping sitting up, and it’s getting dark outside now-Leeteuk is probably going to have his head for skipping out on dinner and the concert preparations. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he reads Kyuhyun’s text.
Plans are the same as last night. You better get here before 6:00.
“Ryeowook-ah,” he calls out softly, gently shaking the younger boy’s shoulder. “We have to go.”
Ryeowook stirs-he rolls onto his back and yawns widely, stretching his arms, and Yesung can hear some bones cracking. He has a five o’clock shadow and there are still faint bags under his eyes, but in that moment, he can’t be more perfect. Yesung thinks so. Yesung says so. But it comes out in more of a whisper, and he doesn’t think Ryeowook heard it.
“How long was I out for?” He stops stretching, and stares up at him with sleepy eyes.
“A while,” he answers vaguely, brushing the hair out of Ryeowook’s eyes. “Do you feel better? I got a hold of some painkillers.”
“Yeah, can I have some? It isn’t as bad now, but I don’t want it to get worse during the concert.” The younger boy sits up and yawns again, and Yesung resists pulling him into his arms and just snuggling with him right then and there. Standing up and rolling his shoulders, he heads over to the kitchen to get a glass of water.
When they’re finally ready to make their way to the concert, he makes sure to steal a kiss before stepping out of their dorm.
Oh well. It’s okay if Ryeowook gets a little stressed out sometimes, he supposes. Yesung kind of likes caring for him anyway.
goshdarnit, this pairing has little to no angst potential whatsoever. i guess i’ll just have to write fluff instead .___.
yesung/ryeowook | romance | pg
when yesung looks at ryeowook, he sees someone with a heart three sizes too big.
What Yesung doesn’t understand is how people can ever take Ryeowook for more than who he really is.
“I have a really bad headache…” The younger boy collapses beside him on the couch. “Do you have any painkillers on you?” His cheeks are a little flushed, and regrettably, Yesung shakes his head.
“I think Donghae used the last of mine-sorry. Is it that bad?”
“I can’t even think straight.” Ryeowook closes his eyes and massages his temples. “This is bad…and we have a concert tonight, too…”
Yesung glances at the clock. “Here, sleep for a while. I’ll tell the others that we’ll skip out on dinner.” His hand finds the top of Ryeowook’s head, and he guides him down until he’s using his lap as a pillow. “Just sleep a bit until then.”
The younger boy shifts a little to make himself more comfortable. “Thanks, hyung.” Yesung pets his hair gently, feeling like he should be doing more for him. The company has been working them particularly hard as of late, but it’s not as though it’s something new. But it all builds up eventually-into something big and monstrous that they can’t control anymore, until it reins its ugly head and sets everything on fire.
How can their company, their fans ever expect so much from Ryeowook? When Yesung looks at him, he sees an honest boy who still has that sparkle in his eyes-he sees someone with a heart three sizes too big for his petit body, he sees the boy who once, long ago, looked up at him with teary eyes and asked fearfully, Hyung, is it okay if I love you?
He’s quiet even after Ryeowook falls asleep in his lap, and when Kyuhyun returns, he holds a finger to his lips.
“Do you have any painkillers?” A hushed voice.
Kyuhyun blinks. “I always thought that was something essential that no idol went anywhere without.”
“Shut up. Donghae took all of mine.”
Kyuhyun disappears into his room for a minute, and when returns, he tosses the bottle towards Yesung. (It nearly hits Ryeowook in the face, thanks to his terrible hand-eye coordination.) “Just keep it. There isn’t much left anyway.”
“Thanks. Can you let the others know that we’ll skip out on dinner?”
The younger man nods. “I’ll send you the stage plans later.”
“Thanks.”
Kyuhyun packs up some of his things, before heading out. Yesung is left again with the soft sound of Ryeowook’s breathing; his own personal lullaby. Someone has precious as Ryeowook-he never wants him to fade away.
He isn’t sure when he falls asleep, but Kyuhyun’s text wakes him up. His neck is sore from sleeping sitting up, and it’s getting dark outside now-Leeteuk is probably going to have his head for skipping out on dinner and the concert preparations. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he reads Kyuhyun’s text.
Plans are the same as last night. You better get here before 6:00.
“Ryeowook-ah,” he calls out softly, gently shaking the younger boy’s shoulder. “We have to go.”
Ryeowook stirs-he rolls onto his back and yawns widely, stretching his arms, and Yesung can hear some bones cracking. He has a five o’clock shadow and there are still faint bags under his eyes, but in that moment, he can’t be more perfect. Yesung thinks so. Yesung says so. But it comes out in more of a whisper, and he doesn’t think Ryeowook heard it.
“How long was I out for?” He stops stretching, and stares up at him with sleepy eyes.
“A while,” he answers vaguely, brushing the hair out of Ryeowook’s eyes. “Do you feel better? I got a hold of some painkillers.”
“Yeah, can I have some? It isn’t as bad now, but I don’t want it to get worse during the concert.” The younger boy sits up and yawns again, and Yesung resists pulling him into his arms and just snuggling with him right then and there. Standing up and rolling his shoulders, he heads over to the kitchen to get a glass of water.
When they’re finally ready to make their way to the concert, he makes sure to steal a kiss before stepping out of their dorm.
Oh well. It’s okay if Ryeowook gets a little stressed out sometimes, he supposes. Yesung kind of likes caring for him anyway.
goshdarnit, this pairing has little to no angst potential whatsoever. i guess i’ll just have to write fluff instead .___.