♥ 107 - Kisses
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xsammy09x at thieving_elfs ........ Merry Xmas :D/
First long-nonninja YeWook I’ve ever written O_O and each paragraphs has exactly 100 words (that's what MWord said), yes that’s my intention :D
Kisses
Author:
amine87
Pairing: Yesung/Ryeowook
Rating: R
Word count: 1700
Summary: It’s the kisses they shared.
The first time they kissed was a purely accident.
Laughs and giggles could be heard from the living room, just barely three meters away from where they were at that moment. Ryeowook was the first who realized where they were, and what they were doing at that moment, but it was Jongwoon who first retracted his self back.
“I’m sorry,” he said, (Ryeowook noticed) blushing just a bit more than usual.
Ryeowook, merely, just shook his head and muttered “me too” before exiting the bathroom, forgetting the purpose of why he had come into the bathroom in the first place.
The fourth time they kissed was not a purely accident.
A certain guy named Kim Jongwoon felt his hormone was being unstable. He knew that it must be caused by all the things they all had done in the previous forty-eight hours non-stop, but he knew it should just be a fatigue and not a hunger for a certain lips of someone named Kim Ryeowook.
But when that certain Kim Ryeowook was sleeping (fast, fast asleep), he could just do nothing but to place a soft kiss on that lips, on which he had wanted to kiss many times before.
The fifth time they kissed was, unfortunately, not an accident.
But that time, it was a Kim Ryeowook who had that strange urge (of having a certain part of Kim Jongwoon on a certain part of himself) which had been in his mind for some long times (but he did something) that he nudged Jongwoon on the back while he was reading a book god knows what in his room and pecked the older guy softly on the lips before fleeing away to Sungmin’s and Kyuhyun’s room and hide himself there until Kim Jongwoon fell asleep.
He did succeed though.
The seventh time they kissed was when they were cramped in a small closet in the SM building during a break moment of recording the Third Album.
Kim Ryeowook did not know, nor did Kim Jongwoon know, who started it. But there they were, cramped in a small, damped, smelly (in one word: uncomfortable) closet, and soon they cared less of it as they exchanged a kiss, which led to another, another, and another.
It took more than three minutes until they parted; face flushed and heavy breaths. Ryeowook smiled, and Jongwoon smiled back.
It was no longer an accident.
The eleventh time they kissed was just a quick, small, meaningful kiss, barely a minute before Hyukjae stormed into the bathroom of what took you so long, I need to bath too!
It took less than a second for Jongwoon to tear his attention away from Ryeowook and jumped into the shower (before shoving the curtain close).
Still.
Exchanged glances.
Secret smiles.
Jongwoon was relieved that a certain Lee Hyukjae didn’t realize how flushed his face was, nor how fast his heart beat at that time. But later, Ryeowook told him that he’s not sure if Hyukjae did know nothing.
The thirteenth time they kissed was under Mistletoe where Youngwoon brought at one in the morning.
Laughs and giggles were always there. Perhaps (just perhaps), they all thought it was only a joke. It was just the same thing you two had done for your fan services. It was just nothing but a moment where lips met.
Jongwoon was careful enough not to let himself kiss Ryeowook a second too long, while Ryeowook was smart enough not to let his happiness overflowing outside, that he just threw a playful laugh when they parted.
They both knew it meant much more.
The sixteenth time they kissed was, what you might call it, a disaster.
Jongwoon loved Mistletoe. It would always be one reason under which (he would always say) to kiss someone. But, always having kissing Kim Ryeowook under certain Mistletoe three times in a row would surely lead to something. More. Suspicious.
“Again?”
Just one word, and Jongwoon turned to find Jungsu stared at him, with his hands still on Ryeowook’s back and Ryeowook’s hands round his neck.
He saw a glimpse of shock. And maybe disappointment, in Jungsu’s eyes.
Ryeowook let go of him and left to his room.
(“Don’t be so obvious,” Jungsu said, Ryeowook nodded and Jongwoon found himself loss of words.
He knew he shouldn’t do it, he knew he shouldn’t have that feeling he had for Ryeowook; that strange feeling of always wanting Ryeowook in his arms, that sweet tasting of Ryeowook’s mouth in his, and that soft lips of Ryeowook pressing against his.
He thought he had acted well enough, and had Ryeowook so.
But apparently, he knew that he could never fool Jungsu.
“Aren’t you mad?”
Jongwoon thought he would rather love Jungsu saying ‘yes’ instead of just staring at him in silence.)
The seventeenth, eighteenth, and nineteenth time they kissed, was that Ryeowook snuggled into Jongwoon’s bed at three a.m. in the morning that I cannot sleep, hyung and just tonight, please?
After the first kiss he received, fully on the lips, Ryeowook knew he shouldn’t do that. And after the second kiss he gave, Jongwoon knew he should just stop it there.
After the third kiss they shared that night, as if in response, Ryeowook’s phone beeped.
(Jongwoon’s sure it was karma, and when Ryeowook kept staring at the message he just received, Jongwoon immediately knew who sent it.)
Goodnight :)
The twentieth time they kissed, Sungmin shrieked and that’s when Jongwoon realized they were not alone.
“Hyung-” was all Ryeowook managed to say before the door slammed closed and opened again in the next two second.
“Just,” Sungmin took a long (heavy) breath, “that you’re not even under Mistletoe?”
“Then,” Jongwoon let himself squeezed Ryeowook’s hand a bit tighter, Ryeowook turned facing him, questioning, and he motioned Sungmin to go in, “let us explain?”
(It took thirty minutes for Sungmin to accept the fact that it was indeed something and to swear not to say a word to Jungsu.)
The twenty-first time they kissed, it was only less than a second before Ryeowook pulled out.
“We can’t do this,” Ryeowook said before Jongwoon could even take another breath, and he smiled (ever so slightly), “we need to stop-”
No, they don’t need to stop… right? Jongwoon told himself.
They do nothing wrong, right? Is it wrong for a guy to love another guy? Is it wrong to keep thinking of your own dongsaeng every time and every other time?
Is it wrong?
(“Yes,” it took some time before Ryeowook looked at him, eyes moistening, “we can’t do this.”)
The twenty-second time they kissed was almost a week after the twenty-first.
It was Ryeowook who decided to stop (that it’s wrong and they really shouldn’t do that), and it was also Ryeowook who stole a soft kiss on the lips when Jongwoon lied on his bed at two in the morning.
“Why?” Jongwoon asked, frowning.
Ryeowook smiled.
“I miss you,” he said.
“We shouldn’t do this, you said.”
“I know.”
“Then?”
Ryeowook shrugged innocently.
“But I want you.”
That’s all it needed for Jongwoon to pull the smaller frame and shove him on his bed just right under him.
The twenty-third, twenty-fourth, and twenty-fifth times they kissed, Jongwoon knew he couldn’t think straight and keep on counting.
“You sure?” he asked, looking straight at Ryeowook’s eyes just barely two inches under him.
Ryeowook smiled.
“Never been once I am.”
“There won’t be a way back,” Jongwoon chuckled, “you know that.”
“I do,” Ryeowook replied.
Jongwoon, on the other hand, was not convinced. “You really sure?”
Ryeowook smiled, and he hoped it would answer by itself.
It led to the twenty-sixth, twenty-seventh, twenty-eighth, twenty-ninth, thirtieth, and more that Jongwoon had loss counts.
Then they heard a knock on the door.
The thirty-sixth kiss was that Ryeowook jumped out of the bed and peeked over the door before mouthing “Jungsu-hyung” and opening the door.
Jongwoon, prepared for the worst, pulled Ryeowook back and looked at Jungsu who kept standing on the door edge.
“Honestly, I don’t want to do this,” Jungsu said.
And he smiled.
“But if it’s what you want, make sure you’ll have no regret.”
Ryeowook beamed. Jongwoon frowned, did he just hear it right? He was still frozen on spot when Ryeowook walked over to Jungsu, hugging hugged the eldest.
“Thanks, hyung,” he whispered.
(Jongwoon could only mime.)
The thirty-seventh time they kissed, Ryeowook closed his eyes, tight, slowly reached out and stroked Jongwoon’s hair before taking his mouth into their thirty-eighth.
Jongwoon let out an involuntary moan as Ryeowook’s hand slide down on his spine and crawled onto his front pants and in the next second Ryeowook opened his eyes and Jongwoon saw his reflection (for some time he kept thinking if it’s him he was seeing, because, honestly, it’s the first time he’d ever seen his own face like that).
“Hyung,” Ryeowook whispered, “I want you.”
And that’s exactly what Jongwoon gave.
Or (perhaps) better, did.
The thirty-ninth kiss they shared was, indeed, not a miracle.
It was love, Jongwoon knew.
It was light, Ryeowook thought.
A light of love in which they two shared; in which there would only be the two of them, and no one else, nothing might get in the way.
No, regret was far unseen, as Jongwoon began to undress the smaller frame under him. Ryeowook hissed, not-so-patiently, and pulled Jongwoon’s shirt away, and they both knew that regret might be there.
It would just depend on how you saw it.
And Ryeowook knew he would never, as Jongwoon entered him.
The first sex (love-making, later Jongwoon corrected) they had was not what you can call a hot-smooth-sexily-passionate sex you’ll ever have.
Tangled limbs, awkward smiles, smacks on the head, and perhaps, some bumps on the headboard.
Ryeowook giggled (face flushed with embarrassment) as he lied upon Jongwoon’s chest, “We fail so much.”
“Yeah,” Jongwoon chuckled, thinking of asking someone (but who?) for advices. Whom he didn’t find any single name to ask.
“People write it is all easy and hot,” Ryeowook pouted, “it’s not easy.”
Jongwoon laughed and pulled the younger for their fortieth.
And I’m glad being your first…
Started 2008.12.20
Finished 2008.12.23
A/N. So, I wrote an AU YeWook fic but I failed that Yesung doesn’t appear as Yesung and Ryeowook has too little role and I fail to make it angsty D: so yeah, I did this one to *hopefully* make up for it.
xsammy09x at thieving_elfs ........ Merry Xmas :D/
First long-nonninja YeWook I’ve ever written O_O and each paragraphs has exactly 100 words (that's what MWord said), yes that’s my intention :D
Kisses
Author:
amine87
Pairing: Yesung/Ryeowook
Rating: R
Word count: 1700
Summary: It’s the kisses they shared.
The first time they kissed was a purely accident.
Laughs and giggles could be heard from the living room, just barely three meters away from where they were at that moment. Ryeowook was the first who realized where they were, and what they were doing at that moment, but it was Jongwoon who first retracted his self back.
“I’m sorry,” he said, (Ryeowook noticed) blushing just a bit more than usual.
Ryeowook, merely, just shook his head and muttered “me too” before exiting the bathroom, forgetting the purpose of why he had come into the bathroom in the first place.
The fourth time they kissed was not a purely accident.
A certain guy named Kim Jongwoon felt his hormone was being unstable. He knew that it must be caused by all the things they all had done in the previous forty-eight hours non-stop, but he knew it should just be a fatigue and not a hunger for a certain lips of someone named Kim Ryeowook.
But when that certain Kim Ryeowook was sleeping (fast, fast asleep), he could just do nothing but to place a soft kiss on that lips, on which he had wanted to kiss many times before.
The fifth time they kissed was, unfortunately, not an accident.
But that time, it was a Kim Ryeowook who had that strange urge (of having a certain part of Kim Jongwoon on a certain part of himself) which had been in his mind for some long times (but he did something) that he nudged Jongwoon on the back while he was reading a book god knows what in his room and pecked the older guy softly on the lips before fleeing away to Sungmin’s and Kyuhyun’s room and hide himself there until Kim Jongwoon fell asleep.
He did succeed though.
The seventh time they kissed was when they were cramped in a small closet in the SM building during a break moment of recording the Third Album.
Kim Ryeowook did not know, nor did Kim Jongwoon know, who started it. But there they were, cramped in a small, damped, smelly (in one word: uncomfortable) closet, and soon they cared less of it as they exchanged a kiss, which led to another, another, and another.
It took more than three minutes until they parted; face flushed and heavy breaths. Ryeowook smiled, and Jongwoon smiled back.
It was no longer an accident.
The eleventh time they kissed was just a quick, small, meaningful kiss, barely a minute before Hyukjae stormed into the bathroom of what took you so long, I need to bath too!
It took less than a second for Jongwoon to tear his attention away from Ryeowook and jumped into the shower (before shoving the curtain close).
Still.
Exchanged glances.
Secret smiles.
Jongwoon was relieved that a certain Lee Hyukjae didn’t realize how flushed his face was, nor how fast his heart beat at that time. But later, Ryeowook told him that he’s not sure if Hyukjae did know nothing.
The thirteenth time they kissed was under Mistletoe where Youngwoon brought at one in the morning.
Laughs and giggles were always there. Perhaps (just perhaps), they all thought it was only a joke. It was just the same thing you two had done for your fan services. It was just nothing but a moment where lips met.
Jongwoon was careful enough not to let himself kiss Ryeowook a second too long, while Ryeowook was smart enough not to let his happiness overflowing outside, that he just threw a playful laugh when they parted.
They both knew it meant much more.
The sixteenth time they kissed was, what you might call it, a disaster.
Jongwoon loved Mistletoe. It would always be one reason under which (he would always say) to kiss someone. But, always having kissing Kim Ryeowook under certain Mistletoe three times in a row would surely lead to something. More. Suspicious.
“Again?”
Just one word, and Jongwoon turned to find Jungsu stared at him, with his hands still on Ryeowook’s back and Ryeowook’s hands round his neck.
He saw a glimpse of shock. And maybe disappointment, in Jungsu’s eyes.
Ryeowook let go of him and left to his room.
(“Don’t be so obvious,” Jungsu said, Ryeowook nodded and Jongwoon found himself loss of words.
He knew he shouldn’t do it, he knew he shouldn’t have that feeling he had for Ryeowook; that strange feeling of always wanting Ryeowook in his arms, that sweet tasting of Ryeowook’s mouth in his, and that soft lips of Ryeowook pressing against his.
He thought he had acted well enough, and had Ryeowook so.
But apparently, he knew that he could never fool Jungsu.
“Aren’t you mad?”
Jongwoon thought he would rather love Jungsu saying ‘yes’ instead of just staring at him in silence.)
The seventeenth, eighteenth, and nineteenth time they kissed, was that Ryeowook snuggled into Jongwoon’s bed at three a.m. in the morning that I cannot sleep, hyung and just tonight, please?
After the first kiss he received, fully on the lips, Ryeowook knew he shouldn’t do that. And after the second kiss he gave, Jongwoon knew he should just stop it there.
After the third kiss they shared that night, as if in response, Ryeowook’s phone beeped.
(Jongwoon’s sure it was karma, and when Ryeowook kept staring at the message he just received, Jongwoon immediately knew who sent it.)
Goodnight :)
The twentieth time they kissed, Sungmin shrieked and that’s when Jongwoon realized they were not alone.
“Hyung-” was all Ryeowook managed to say before the door slammed closed and opened again in the next two second.
“Just,” Sungmin took a long (heavy) breath, “that you’re not even under Mistletoe?”
“Then,” Jongwoon let himself squeezed Ryeowook’s hand a bit tighter, Ryeowook turned facing him, questioning, and he motioned Sungmin to go in, “let us explain?”
(It took thirty minutes for Sungmin to accept the fact that it was indeed something and to swear not to say a word to Jungsu.)
The twenty-first time they kissed, it was only less than a second before Ryeowook pulled out.
“We can’t do this,” Ryeowook said before Jongwoon could even take another breath, and he smiled (ever so slightly), “we need to stop-”
No, they don’t need to stop… right? Jongwoon told himself.
They do nothing wrong, right? Is it wrong for a guy to love another guy? Is it wrong to keep thinking of your own dongsaeng every time and every other time?
Is it wrong?
(“Yes,” it took some time before Ryeowook looked at him, eyes moistening, “we can’t do this.”)
The twenty-second time they kissed was almost a week after the twenty-first.
It was Ryeowook who decided to stop (that it’s wrong and they really shouldn’t do that), and it was also Ryeowook who stole a soft kiss on the lips when Jongwoon lied on his bed at two in the morning.
“Why?” Jongwoon asked, frowning.
Ryeowook smiled.
“I miss you,” he said.
“We shouldn’t do this, you said.”
“I know.”
“Then?”
Ryeowook shrugged innocently.
“But I want you.”
That’s all it needed for Jongwoon to pull the smaller frame and shove him on his bed just right under him.
The twenty-third, twenty-fourth, and twenty-fifth times they kissed, Jongwoon knew he couldn’t think straight and keep on counting.
“You sure?” he asked, looking straight at Ryeowook’s eyes just barely two inches under him.
Ryeowook smiled.
“Never been once I am.”
“There won’t be a way back,” Jongwoon chuckled, “you know that.”
“I do,” Ryeowook replied.
Jongwoon, on the other hand, was not convinced. “You really sure?”
Ryeowook smiled, and he hoped it would answer by itself.
It led to the twenty-sixth, twenty-seventh, twenty-eighth, twenty-ninth, thirtieth, and more that Jongwoon had loss counts.
Then they heard a knock on the door.
The thirty-sixth kiss was that Ryeowook jumped out of the bed and peeked over the door before mouthing “Jungsu-hyung” and opening the door.
Jongwoon, prepared for the worst, pulled Ryeowook back and looked at Jungsu who kept standing on the door edge.
“Honestly, I don’t want to do this,” Jungsu said.
And he smiled.
“But if it’s what you want, make sure you’ll have no regret.”
Ryeowook beamed. Jongwoon frowned, did he just hear it right? He was still frozen on spot when Ryeowook walked over to Jungsu, hugging hugged the eldest.
“Thanks, hyung,” he whispered.
(Jongwoon could only mime.)
The thirty-seventh time they kissed, Ryeowook closed his eyes, tight, slowly reached out and stroked Jongwoon’s hair before taking his mouth into their thirty-eighth.
Jongwoon let out an involuntary moan as Ryeowook’s hand slide down on his spine and crawled onto his front pants and in the next second Ryeowook opened his eyes and Jongwoon saw his reflection (for some time he kept thinking if it’s him he was seeing, because, honestly, it’s the first time he’d ever seen his own face like that).
“Hyung,” Ryeowook whispered, “I want you.”
And that’s exactly what Jongwoon gave.
Or (perhaps) better, did.
The thirty-ninth kiss they shared was, indeed, not a miracle.
It was love, Jongwoon knew.
It was light, Ryeowook thought.
A light of love in which they two shared; in which there would only be the two of them, and no one else, nothing might get in the way.
No, regret was far unseen, as Jongwoon began to undress the smaller frame under him. Ryeowook hissed, not-so-patiently, and pulled Jongwoon’s shirt away, and they both knew that regret might be there.
It would just depend on how you saw it.
And Ryeowook knew he would never, as Jongwoon entered him.
The first sex (love-making, later Jongwoon corrected) they had was not what you can call a hot-smooth-sexily-passionate sex you’ll ever have.
Tangled limbs, awkward smiles, smacks on the head, and perhaps, some bumps on the headboard.
Ryeowook giggled (face flushed with embarrassment) as he lied upon Jongwoon’s chest, “We fail so much.”
“Yeah,” Jongwoon chuckled, thinking of asking someone (but who?) for advices. Whom he didn’t find any single name to ask.
“People write it is all easy and hot,” Ryeowook pouted, “it’s not easy.”
Jongwoon laughed and pulled the younger for their fortieth.
And I’m glad being your first…
Started 2008.12.20
Finished 2008.12.23
A/N. So, I wrote an AU YeWook fic but I failed that Yesung doesn’t appear as Yesung and Ryeowook has too little role and I fail to make it angsty D: so yeah, I did this one to *hopefully* make up for it.