[Super Junior] Tradition
Tradition
Yesung / Ryeowook (Henry/Amber?)
987 words
A vignette of their time together- in the same universe as Brand New Day. Inspired by facebook user Josh Taylor’s pictures and his comment- “Its Chinese Tradition to take pre wedding photos… who am I to argue :)”
Author’s Notes: Welcome, fluff!
“It is now ten thirty-five, and you were supposed to be here thirty minutes ago. Kim Jongwoon, you are so dead,” the voice machine deadpanned.
Hyukjae watched his father curiously as Jongwoon scrambled into the suit Ryeowook-hyung had laid out for him yesterday night. He tilted his head as his father cursed (he knew it was a curse, because Ryeowook-hyung told him never to repeat it, and one always listened to what Ryeowook-hyung said) as he fiddled with the thing he was supposed to wrap around his neck. When Jongwoon finally was done with it, it looked nothing like the knot Ryeowook-hyung could make it into.
Hyukjae started to giggle, and his father turned to him, as though he just remembered about his son.
“Are you ready?” Jongwoon said to Hyukjae, who was still sitting innocently in his giraffe-print pajamas. “You’re not ready!” he exclaimed, running to his son and tearing Hyukjae’s clothes off. Hyukjae squirmed and laugh as his father put him in a suit that looked just like his, thinking it was another game to play. Jongwoon gave up on the knot around his neck too, and the two of them were out of the house as soon as they could, Hyukaje giggling all the way.
Henry looked up from the equipment he was helping his girlfriend set up. Ryeowook was looking out of the window. Sulking.
“You won’t look good in the pictures if you do that, hyung,” Henry said, pointing at his own forehead as he mimicked Ryeowook’s expressions. “Lines and wrinkles.”
“True,” Amber looked up from behind the lens. Ryeowook glowered. “Oh come on, oppa. He’ll be here soon enough. It’s not like we don’t know Jongwoon-oppa well enough.”
Ryeowook fumed. Jongwoon was late. LATE. It wasn’t as though such a thing happened every day, and it was just like Jongwoon to be late. They had chosen to take the pictures in Ryeowook’s apartment. Ryeowook had wanted to take the pictures in Jongwoon’s apartment, but the thought of having to clean the house of toys and other family-like paraphilia (his mood turned a little better at the thought that the mess was their family paraphilia, but only for a moment) changed his mind.
Finally, they heard the door to the apartment open with a beep, and Hyukjae’s call, “Wookie-hyung!”
“Oh my God you look terrible,” Ryeowook exclaimed when Hyukjae ran up to him, shirt and tie askew, hair all over the place. “Come here,” he said, pulling Hyukjae over and attempting to tie the bowtie properly on him, but Hyukjae kept twisting away, probably still excited from all that running around in the morning.
“Sorry,” Jongwoon said sheepishly as he walked in. He didn’t look any better in his suit, and Ryeowook sighed, taking in Jongwoon’s equally messy hair, mismatched socks and hopeless tie.
Henry grinned. “At least he’s here, right?”
Ryeowook took a look at all of them and sighed. It was just like them to be such a mess. Hyukjae crawled onto his lap and settled in as he started to talk. “I woke up before appa did! And we played a game this morning, appa was running everywhere and we didn’t even get to eat any toast, and then later will you help me pick up the giraffe pajamas…”
Ryeowook turned to glare at Jongwoon, who shrugged and looked helplessly at him. Suddenly, it amused Ryeowook to no end that he had allowed this father and son pair to turn his orderly and neat life topsy-turvy, and here they were; ready to become a real family.
He had never been happier. So he started to laugh.
“Ryeo?” Jongwoon asked quietly. “Is everything okay? I’m sorry we were late, but I was honestly really nervous, and it took me three DVDs to fall asleep, and when I woke up Hyukjae was bouncing on me.”
He continued laughing. There was nothing else the rest of them could do but wait for him to finish.
“Go change out of that,” Ryeowook waved at the both of them once he was done laughing.
Jongwoon looked surprised.
“Go. Change into something more comfortable,” he looked down at Hyukjae, who was tugging at his bow tie. “And you too,” he said to the boy, who looked up at him with wide, trusting eyes. He gave the boy a soft kiss on the forehead before turning to Henry and Amber. “Give us two seconds,” he said, before dragging father and son with him into the bedroom.
Twenty minutes later, they were seated on the couch, Jongwoon in his customary grey v-neck tee-shirt and black jeans, Hyukjae in his play clothes of jeans and a sweatshirt and Ryeowook in a pair of blue jeans and a white t-shirt, topped with a black jacket. They looked just like how they did during every weekend. Ryeowook sighed and decided he should give up ever seeing Jongwoon in a suit, because he definitely looked much more comfortable now, even in his ridiculously mismatched socks.
“Now are we ready?” Amber chuckled. She positioned them on the couch with Hyukjae sitting on Jongwoon’s lap. The little boy looked tuckered out, taking a break after the excitment of the morning. Ryeowook brushed Hyukjae’s hair with his fingers as Hyukjae fiddled with the buttons on Ryeowook’s shirt cuff.
“Yea,” Ryeowook gave Hyukjae another kiss on the forehead before turning to Jongwoon and reaching out his left hand. “Ready?”
“Ready,” Jongwoon nodded, taking Ryeowook’s left hand in his left hand, and smiling as the bands on their ring fingers bumped against each other. He looked up at Ryeowook and smiled, just as Hyukjae looked up at the both of them. Ryeowook smiled back.
Amber called for Henry to move the reflector just-so so that the light would fall on the three of them, but didn’t tell the couple to turn to the camera.
“Ready,” she said softly, before she pressed the shutter.
This was beautiful enough.
Yesung / Ryeowook (Henry/Amber?)
987 words
A vignette of their time together- in the same universe as Brand New Day. Inspired by facebook user Josh Taylor’s pictures and his comment- “Its Chinese Tradition to take pre wedding photos… who am I to argue :)”
Author’s Notes: Welcome, fluff!
“It is now ten thirty-five, and you were supposed to be here thirty minutes ago. Kim Jongwoon, you are so dead,” the voice machine deadpanned.
Hyukjae watched his father curiously as Jongwoon scrambled into the suit Ryeowook-hyung had laid out for him yesterday night. He tilted his head as his father cursed (he knew it was a curse, because Ryeowook-hyung told him never to repeat it, and one always listened to what Ryeowook-hyung said) as he fiddled with the thing he was supposed to wrap around his neck. When Jongwoon finally was done with it, it looked nothing like the knot Ryeowook-hyung could make it into.
Hyukjae started to giggle, and his father turned to him, as though he just remembered about his son.
“Are you ready?” Jongwoon said to Hyukjae, who was still sitting innocently in his giraffe-print pajamas. “You’re not ready!” he exclaimed, running to his son and tearing Hyukjae’s clothes off. Hyukjae squirmed and laugh as his father put him in a suit that looked just like his, thinking it was another game to play. Jongwoon gave up on the knot around his neck too, and the two of them were out of the house as soon as they could, Hyukaje giggling all the way.
Henry looked up from the equipment he was helping his girlfriend set up. Ryeowook was looking out of the window. Sulking.
“You won’t look good in the pictures if you do that, hyung,” Henry said, pointing at his own forehead as he mimicked Ryeowook’s expressions. “Lines and wrinkles.”
“True,” Amber looked up from behind the lens. Ryeowook glowered. “Oh come on, oppa. He’ll be here soon enough. It’s not like we don’t know Jongwoon-oppa well enough.”
Ryeowook fumed. Jongwoon was late. LATE. It wasn’t as though such a thing happened every day, and it was just like Jongwoon to be late. They had chosen to take the pictures in Ryeowook’s apartment. Ryeowook had wanted to take the pictures in Jongwoon’s apartment, but the thought of having to clean the house of toys and other family-like paraphilia (his mood turned a little better at the thought that the mess was their family paraphilia, but only for a moment) changed his mind.
Finally, they heard the door to the apartment open with a beep, and Hyukjae’s call, “Wookie-hyung!”
“Oh my God you look terrible,” Ryeowook exclaimed when Hyukjae ran up to him, shirt and tie askew, hair all over the place. “Come here,” he said, pulling Hyukjae over and attempting to tie the bowtie properly on him, but Hyukjae kept twisting away, probably still excited from all that running around in the morning.
“Sorry,” Jongwoon said sheepishly as he walked in. He didn’t look any better in his suit, and Ryeowook sighed, taking in Jongwoon’s equally messy hair, mismatched socks and hopeless tie.
Henry grinned. “At least he’s here, right?”
Ryeowook took a look at all of them and sighed. It was just like them to be such a mess. Hyukjae crawled onto his lap and settled in as he started to talk. “I woke up before appa did! And we played a game this morning, appa was running everywhere and we didn’t even get to eat any toast, and then later will you help me pick up the giraffe pajamas…”
Ryeowook turned to glare at Jongwoon, who shrugged and looked helplessly at him. Suddenly, it amused Ryeowook to no end that he had allowed this father and son pair to turn his orderly and neat life topsy-turvy, and here they were; ready to become a real family.
He had never been happier. So he started to laugh.
“Ryeo?” Jongwoon asked quietly. “Is everything okay? I’m sorry we were late, but I was honestly really nervous, and it took me three DVDs to fall asleep, and when I woke up Hyukjae was bouncing on me.”
He continued laughing. There was nothing else the rest of them could do but wait for him to finish.
“Go change out of that,” Ryeowook waved at the both of them once he was done laughing.
Jongwoon looked surprised.
“Go. Change into something more comfortable,” he looked down at Hyukjae, who was tugging at his bow tie. “And you too,” he said to the boy, who looked up at him with wide, trusting eyes. He gave the boy a soft kiss on the forehead before turning to Henry and Amber. “Give us two seconds,” he said, before dragging father and son with him into the bedroom.
Twenty minutes later, they were seated on the couch, Jongwoon in his customary grey v-neck tee-shirt and black jeans, Hyukjae in his play clothes of jeans and a sweatshirt and Ryeowook in a pair of blue jeans and a white t-shirt, topped with a black jacket. They looked just like how they did during every weekend. Ryeowook sighed and decided he should give up ever seeing Jongwoon in a suit, because he definitely looked much more comfortable now, even in his ridiculously mismatched socks.
“Now are we ready?” Amber chuckled. She positioned them on the couch with Hyukjae sitting on Jongwoon’s lap. The little boy looked tuckered out, taking a break after the excitment of the morning. Ryeowook brushed Hyukjae’s hair with his fingers as Hyukjae fiddled with the buttons on Ryeowook’s shirt cuff.
“Yea,” Ryeowook gave Hyukjae another kiss on the forehead before turning to Jongwoon and reaching out his left hand. “Ready?”
“Ready,” Jongwoon nodded, taking Ryeowook’s left hand in his left hand, and smiling as the bands on their ring fingers bumped against each other. He looked up at Ryeowook and smiled, just as Hyukjae looked up at the both of them. Ryeowook smiled back.
Amber called for Henry to move the reflector just-so so that the light would fall on the three of them, but didn’t tell the couple to turn to the camera.
“Ready,” she said softly, before she pressed the shutter.
This was beautiful enough.