IMAGINE, YEHWOOK
Pairing: Yehwook (Yehsung x Ryeowook)
Title: Imagine
Chapter: 1/1
Previous Chapters: None
Genre: Fluff
Rating: G
Note: this one was written for me. :]
AU, but I'm pretty happy about it. It's just a drabble, I didn't spell-check or re-read it, but enjoy anyways!
Yehsung imagines, as he straightens his tie, that this guy will be a complete weirdo, a wacko; this guy will probably be a martian.
Yehsung imagines, as he tucks his hair carefully behind his ear and then shakes his head furiously to get that just woke up look, that this guy will be amazing at photoshop and that none of his profile pictures are actually real.
Yehsung imagines, as he slips his left foot into his new Italian shoes that he bought just for this date, that this guy will be three foot four and possibly even an eleven year old who simply wanted to mess around with Online Dating.
Yehsung imagines, as he trips on his way to his own door and switches his new Italian shoes for his worn converses, that this guy will be Eunhyuk, and when Yehsung shows up at the restaurant, waiting for hours, Eunhyuk will jump out from under a squirrel and say, "Surprise! You've just been Punk'd!"
Yehsung didn't imagine, that the moment he'd have seen this guy, that his lungs would be wrung dry of any breath, never to be returned, or that his heart would become a drum whose solo would never stop.
Yehsung didn't imagine that this guy could act so nervous and stutter just a little bit, "H-hi, I'm R-Ryeowook," so innocently, as if he wasn't crawling into Yehsung's head and stealing Yehsung's ability to think coherently.
Yehsung didn't imagine that he would forget his line, even though he practiced it over and over in front of the mirror, or that it'd take him five minutes until he'd remember it and mumble, a lot softer than he had practiced and less confident as well, a "Hey, I'm Yehsung."
Yehsung didn't imagine that he'd need sunglasses, and maybe a mask, to shield his eyes from Ryeowook's smile and to hide the smile that grew like a virus onto Yehsung's own face.
Yehsung didn't imagine, that by the end of the night full of stories of singing, stories of favorite friends and lost friends, stories of shrimp and how delicious it had tasted, that he'd have had so much fun.
Yehsung didn't imagine, didn't plan, that by the end of the night, he'd have fallen in love with Kim Ryeowook.
Title: Imagine
Chapter: 1/1
Previous Chapters: None
Genre: Fluff
Rating: G
Note: this one was written for me. :]
AU, but I'm pretty happy about it. It's just a drabble, I didn't spell-check or re-read it, but enjoy anyways!
Yehsung imagines, as he straightens his tie, that this guy will be a complete weirdo, a wacko; this guy will probably be a martian.
Yehsung imagines, as he tucks his hair carefully behind his ear and then shakes his head furiously to get that just woke up look, that this guy will be amazing at photoshop and that none of his profile pictures are actually real.
Yehsung imagines, as he slips his left foot into his new Italian shoes that he bought just for this date, that this guy will be three foot four and possibly even an eleven year old who simply wanted to mess around with Online Dating.
Yehsung imagines, as he trips on his way to his own door and switches his new Italian shoes for his worn converses, that this guy will be Eunhyuk, and when Yehsung shows up at the restaurant, waiting for hours, Eunhyuk will jump out from under a squirrel and say, "Surprise! You've just been Punk'd!"
Yehsung didn't imagine, that the moment he'd have seen this guy, that his lungs would be wrung dry of any breath, never to be returned, or that his heart would become a drum whose solo would never stop.
Yehsung didn't imagine that this guy could act so nervous and stutter just a little bit, "H-hi, I'm R-Ryeowook," so innocently, as if he wasn't crawling into Yehsung's head and stealing Yehsung's ability to think coherently.
Yehsung didn't imagine that he would forget his line, even though he practiced it over and over in front of the mirror, or that it'd take him five minutes until he'd remember it and mumble, a lot softer than he had practiced and less confident as well, a "Hey, I'm Yehsung."
Yehsung didn't imagine that he'd need sunglasses, and maybe a mask, to shield his eyes from Ryeowook's smile and to hide the smile that grew like a virus onto Yehsung's own face.
Yehsung didn't imagine, that by the end of the night full of stories of singing, stories of favorite friends and lost friends, stories of shrimp and how delicious it had tasted, that he'd have had so much fun.
Yehsung didn't imagine, didn't plan, that by the end of the night, he'd have fallen in love with Kim Ryeowook.