Pictures
Title: Pictures
Author: omona_shi
Pair: Yesung/Ryewook
Genre: !angst, !fluff.
Rating: G.
Warnings: Ryeowook OCD symptoms from Yesung.
Summary: What he couldn't have, he found from the internet.
[A/N: OH. and happy very-belated birthday to thundersquall , whose fics (and her) I absolute idolize. merry christmas, bb! :D]
Pictures
A !fluff Yewook Oneshot with minor !angst
Yesung had a secret- he loved looking at Ryeowook’s pictures on the net.
It wasn’t really stalking- he lived in the same room with him, after all- but sometimes when Ryeowook was out, asleep or in someone else’s room, he’d often click open the internet explorer and type ‘Kim Ryeowook’ into the Naver search. Everyone has typed other people’s names in Google search, haven’t they?
He’d sometimes just click through the picture results, smile if it was a shot captured from a particularly memorable win on Music Bank or other shows, but what sometimes made his heart flutter violently were the little avatars that popped up every so often that had the both of them in a small 100x100 square with the tiny words ‘Yewook’ printed on an empty corner of the colour-filled icon.
Sometimes he’d even browse through Yewook fan sites, despite the fact that most of them were in English, but the Korean ones he’d made an account and he’d flick through the pages and pages of pictures, and guiltily saving them onto his desktop.
It really wasn’t his fault when he’d turn over at night to face the empty, perfectly made up bed next to him and he’d feel that same pang of longing that would hit him each morning, each after noon, each evening and each and every time he’d glance over and find that the bed would be empty.
SJM’s working hard! He’d watch Ryeowook say with bright eyes during his interviews and performances in China, but Yesung just smiles quietly to himself, a trace of bitterness laced in between his words as he talked to people about ‘Super Junior’ and sometimes, they’d ask about Ryeowook and SJM and he’d go quiet.
If he got too bored with talking with his turtle, he’d switch on his laptop and run through a few stage performances and just watch Ryeowook sing and he’d miss having that feeling that yes, Ryeowook’s there to shine.
And he’d watch, pride expanding in his chest, in the background.
Yesung tried not to show anything- by adding more fail, by talking to his turtle more- but he didn’t want to disturb Ryeowook’s life. He admitted that he’d sometimes come very close to crossing the line to where he thought he’d burst and blurt out a confession there and then, but being Yesung, he’d always managed to hold it in.
Often he’d bug Heechul for the country code that Hangeng had given him, and he’d call Ryeowook over in China just to hear his voice and ask him on how he’s been and sometimes- although rarely, he’d feel jealous, and that tugging inside him would start up again when he hears Ryeowook’s enthusiastic voice filling him in on all the details that had happened. Yesung knows what it is he’s feeling, but he would suppress it and reply with equal amounts of energy- of course, Wookie, I knew you’d end up in the same room as Donghae. But all that would be worth it just to hear the small, high-pitched voice say I miss you a lot, hyung.
Only one day, Yesung got the short end of the stick as he walked in into the kitchen and found Kyuhyun hugging Ryeowook, his long arms wrapped around that frail body Yesung had been so accustomed to find missing in the empty bed. It was one of the few days that SJM had returned from China and Yesung was waiting so eagerly for him to receive his surprise, but it all ended up in splinters when he stormed out of the kitchen, the tears threatening to fall as he slammed the door behind him and shoved the letter roughly behind the trashcan.
“Yesung-hyung?”
He almost laughed when he snapped his laptop shut with a violent ‘bang’ that caused the younger to flinch involuntarily. It still had Ryeowook’s picture flashing in a row of slideshows on the screen, but Yesung decided he really didn’t need them anymore.
Looking up wearily at Ryeowook, he replied,
“Yes?”
“Are you… are you angry at me?” Yesung clenched and un-clenched his fingers over again behind his back as he tried his best not to make a fool out of himself once again.
“No.”
“I really like you, hyung, do you know that?”
Yesung thought it was all a dream. This couldn’t be happening. Not even in his dreams.
“What?”
“I like you, hyung. A lot..”
He doesn’t know how to respond. Alright, he’s clarified it’s real, but-
“It’s okay, hyung. You don’t have to say anything now, it’s just that I’ve been waiting to tell you all this time and I’ve just thought that you were always busy, doing something on your laptop…”
This time it was Yesung who stood up and pulled at Ryeowook’s hands so that the younger male spun back into his arms, and Yesung’s hand shook as it ran through the smooth strands of hair, realizing that this was what he had wanted.
“Wookie, I’ve liked you since square one.”
“Really?” Yesung laughed his husky laugh into Ryeowook’s ear, causing the other to shiver a little.
“I love you, Ryeowook. And I’m glad that I’ve finally got you.”
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