Just Another Day
Title : Just Another Day | Kyuhyun/Ryeowook | Angsty-Fluffy ? XD | G
a/n : well... I still have writers' block... but i wanted to write, so i wrote a drabble to make it go away but it seems like it wants to stay more. I kinda miss Kyuwook.
He saw the familiar tall figure walking meters ahead of him towards the school. Taking a deep breath, he tried to pull a smile
up his lips and ran towards the lanky man. “Good morning Kyuhyun-ah!” He greeted just like how he does every morning, and
Kyuhyun shrugs just like how he replies every day. “How’s your weekend?” Ryeowook asked him, walking sideways to
provide himself a better view of Kyuhyun’s face.
“Fine.” The taller man said and Ryeowook’s smile got wider. It’s not every day that he gets a response from Kyuhyun, and this
day isn’t just another day. “Really?! Mine’s-“ He was so happy and he got so excited he didn’t notice a small rock when he
stepped his foot and he slipped. Kyuhyun walked ahead not even stopping to help him, or even just look at him and ask if
he’s okay.
He stood up and ran towards Kyuhyun’s side. “Mine’s fine too!” He continued as if nothing happened, but his wide smile
faltered when Kyuhyun pulled out his headphones and placed it on. “It was boring… and I was all alone…” He said. His
voice, low and gloomy, contrasting the soft smile he’s now wearing. He continued, sure that Kyuhyun isn’t listening, but he
pretends that he is, “…So I did all the thinking, you know, my heart hurts every time I talk to you. My heart hurts every day. I
spent my whole weekend thinking that way.” His voice cracked and he winced when a pain jolted from his right foot, slowing
down a little and a step behind Kyuhyun.
“Kyuhyun-ah… if you don’t like me, why don’t you push me away?” He started to tear up, and he rubbed his eyes with the back
of his hand, looking like a five-year-old who just lost his lollipop. He continued with his slow pace while still wiping his eyes,
vision unclear. Then he bumped into something, rather someone, and when he glanced up, he saw Kyuhyun’s once cold
eyes, now worried and directed at him.
Kyuhyun grabbed his hand, the taller man turning to his back and crouching, then pulled Ryeowook’s hands over his
shoulders, carrying him towards the school. “I spent my whole weekend thinking about you…” He whispered while his face is
buried in Kyuhyun’s shoulders, a genuine smile slowly gracing his lips and happy tears now staining Kyuhyun’s shirt. His
hold against the taller man got tighter and sniffs got louder, and he can’t believe that Kyuhyun kissed his forehead
whispering, “I know.”
a/n : well... I still have writers' block... but i wanted to write, so i wrote a drabble to make it go away but it seems like it wants to stay more. I kinda miss Kyuwook.
He saw the familiar tall figure walking meters ahead of him towards the school. Taking a deep breath, he tried to pull a smile
up his lips and ran towards the lanky man. “Good morning Kyuhyun-ah!” He greeted just like how he does every morning, and
Kyuhyun shrugs just like how he replies every day. “How’s your weekend?” Ryeowook asked him, walking sideways to
provide himself a better view of Kyuhyun’s face.
“Fine.” The taller man said and Ryeowook’s smile got wider. It’s not every day that he gets a response from Kyuhyun, and this
day isn’t just another day. “Really?! Mine’s-“ He was so happy and he got so excited he didn’t notice a small rock when he
stepped his foot and he slipped. Kyuhyun walked ahead not even stopping to help him, or even just look at him and ask if
he’s okay.
He stood up and ran towards Kyuhyun’s side. “Mine’s fine too!” He continued as if nothing happened, but his wide smile
faltered when Kyuhyun pulled out his headphones and placed it on. “It was boring… and I was all alone…” He said. His
voice, low and gloomy, contrasting the soft smile he’s now wearing. He continued, sure that Kyuhyun isn’t listening, but he
pretends that he is, “…So I did all the thinking, you know, my heart hurts every time I talk to you. My heart hurts every day. I
spent my whole weekend thinking that way.” His voice cracked and he winced when a pain jolted from his right foot, slowing
down a little and a step behind Kyuhyun.
“Kyuhyun-ah… if you don’t like me, why don’t you push me away?” He started to tear up, and he rubbed his eyes with the back
of his hand, looking like a five-year-old who just lost his lollipop. He continued with his slow pace while still wiping his eyes,
vision unclear. Then he bumped into something, rather someone, and when he glanced up, he saw Kyuhyun’s once cold
eyes, now worried and directed at him.
Kyuhyun grabbed his hand, the taller man turning to his back and crouching, then pulled Ryeowook’s hands over his
shoulders, carrying him towards the school. “I spent my whole weekend thinking about you…” He whispered while his face is
buried in Kyuhyun’s shoulders, a genuine smile slowly gracing his lips and happy tears now staining Kyuhyun’s shirt. His
hold against the taller man got tighter and sniffs got louder, and he can’t believe that Kyuhyun kissed his forehead
whispering, “I know.”