Dark Charm Chapter 17
It's been a while since I updated this but I tried again. It may not be the best because I'm not feeling so well. Ugh. This one has a lot more of the other characters and like soon to be pairings so sorry for less Kyuwook. Does it solve some of your questions? This one is different. DIfferent setting Hope you like this. I need to rest gosh. Didn't edit as usual. I do not own anyone in this story. It is purely based on fictional imagination. Enjoy.
Title: Dark Charm
Chapter: 17
Pairing: Kyuwook...others (one revealed definately...others hinted at more!)
“Don’t you be doubting what’s real.”
Seventeen
Somehow, he had agreed to come to a place like this. This place being Eunhyuk’s house. Although, that boy wasn’t as rambunctious as Donghae was, Ryeowook somehow should’ve known that Donghae’s herd of friends would’ve all crushed into the little house. He hardly recognized most of the people and that was explained by the lack of extracurricular activities Ryeowook commited to and the abundance that Donghae joined. Then again, Kibum was in quite a bunch as well but he didn’t carry the same natural charm Donghae did. No one could really match up to Donghae. However, this scenery was getting a bit out of hand.
It was Eunhyuk’s 18th one and Donghae had decided to throw a real party. And to that boy, there really wasn’t a party if there wasn’t any alcohol. So there was plenty of that. In fact, Ryeowook already had a bit when Donghae shoved the glass in his face. Kyuhyun had glared warningly at him and Henry showed a frown but there wasn’t ever anyone who could stop that boy from what he wanted. The only thing Ryeowook didn’t understand was why that included alcohol. Nonetheless, Ryeowook took the drink and it didn’t affect him much. In fact, it tasted quite alright. He picked up another glass.
“Are you okay?” Kyuhyun reached out to steal his glass.
“Yeah. Is there something wrong with me?” Ryeowook waved the hand away. He took another sip, not yet tipsy. His words did slur a bit though. He finished the drink and got another. Kyuhyun immediately went to rescue the boy. “What is it, Kyu?”
“No. I just don’t think you should have anymore.”
“It’s not going to hurt me.” Ryeowook flung the glass away, spilling some onto the floor and his shirt. “Crap. It’s carpet too.”
Ryeowook grabbed some Kleenix, bent over but missed the stain. He instead started to dot the carpet, without gaining the effect he wanted. That last glass had done a lot to the boy. Kyuhyun had had just as many drinks but he was still very conscious. He sighed at the newly created trouble and grabbed a working arm. Ryeowook tried to shake him off but the other only tightened his grip. The slightly intoxicated boy wriggled his shoulders and almost fell over but didn’t because a pair of arms caught him.
“That’s enough.” Kyuhyun whispered gently into Ryeowook’s ear. “Come on, let’s go.”
Kyuhyun lifted the boy up, slipping one arm around the slim waist. Ryeowook would have none of this, convinced that he was perfectly fine. He stumbled forward slightly. Henry turned around, shocked when the boy was suddenly in his embrace. He looked at a strained Kyuhyun in front of him and quickly pushed Ryeowook back. There was a silence as Kyuhyun’s arms were looped around Ryeowook’s torso. The boy in between the two giggling in such an awkward atmosphere. They looked down at the giggling mess to avoid each other. Ryeowook’s eyes were just barely open with a too happy smile.
“Tell Hyukjae that we’re sorry but I’ve got to take care of…this…thing.” Kyuhyun slapped the boy’s face a bit. It had only been about an hour into the party and this boy had managed to become totally wasted.
“Oh? You guys are leaving already?” Henry sounded a bit disappointed.
“Well, it’s best to not keep him in this state.”
“Okay.” Henry looked down sorrowfully at Ryeowook. “I’ll tell him that.”
Kyuhyun dragged Ryeowook through the crush of people. The boy had leaned up and started kissing Kyuhyun’s neck. He tried to pull away but that only encouraged the boy to tighten the hold around his neck and follow him up.
“What? So you’ll only kiss me this willingly when you’re drunk?” Kyuhyun glared down at the boy, who responded in bending back and giggling in his face. Kyuhyun shook his head with a little annoyed smile. “Hell, I need to get you drunk more often.”
When he reached the door, unfortuanately, Donghae had spotted them. He ran through the crowd and placed a strong hand at Kyuhyun’s shoulder. The other turned around, begrudgingly, with Ryeowook hooked around his neck, still doing his thing. Donghae looked from him to the drunk monster. Kyuhyun titled his face away and Ryeowook settled for resting his head comfortably at the crook of his neck. There was a sigh of relief.
“Were you guys leaving?”
“Yeah. Planning to.”
Donghae shut the door. “Well, you can’t do that.”
“Why not?” Kyuhyun looked confused and serious. There was a serious matter at hand.
“Because you’re going to miss all the fun.” Donghae’s eyes sparkled in an innocently evil way.
“That’s okay.” Kyuhyun looked down at Ryeowook. “This boy’s already had too much fun.”
“Oh come on. It’s Hyukjae’s birthday. Don’t go yet. He’ll miss you guys.”
They both looked over at the birthday boy, delightfully adorned in a birthday hot, white mustache and somehow a chocolate shirt. Eunhyuk was laughing with a bunch of friends that he wasn’t too familiar with. They must’ve all been a bit older and most of them looked quite athletic. Somehow Eunhyuk looked more like the bullyed rather than the birthday boy. A cake fight broke out and shrieks of laughter filled the air. It looked dangerous. Their eyes met again. Kyuhyun frowned at Donghae.
“I don’t think he’s going to miss us. Much.”
“But he will. Trust me.” Donghae was already pulling the both of them into the middle of the war zone.
“Are you sure this…”
Kyuhyun glanced back and saw a big burly guy tackle a rather lanky pretty boy into the couch. The couch slid back into the wall with a loud crash. Hell broke loose. For a tiny guy, that guy was already grabbing at the big guy’s hair, entangling his caky fingers into the hair. The bigger guy responded in doing the same thing.
“No! My hair! Not the hair!” It was a boisterous scream from a little thing.
This looked more like a war than a party.
“…isn’t hazardous?” Kyuhyun finished.
“Ow! You!”
A sludge of whip cream landed on the small boy from another direction. The big boy was kicked off edge of the couch head first. Admittingly, Kyuhyun was quite impressed by this fierce guy’s strength. However, he probably wouldn’t have liked to befriend him. Then someone stumbled towards him on the ground. Something reached and his foot was now caught, somehow, in this hectic situation. Kyuhyun dropped his head to a distressed plump face. Save me, it said.
“Everyone stop!” Donghae screamed and they all froze.
Eunhyuk scrambled from behind the sofa to hide behind Donghae. The latter slipped his arms behind his back to emcompass the frightened boy. Eunhyuk leaned in against the other. Donghae frowned at the havoc before him but he remained calm and put in a simple suggestion.
“Let’s play a nice game.”
“I want to stay!” Ryeowook shouted in the middle of the silence. Everyone looked at him. Kyuhyun stared around him awkwardly. Donghae looked at him expectantly.
“Fine, we’ll stay.” He sighed heavily as Ryeowook’s breath knocked against his neck. “But only if this doesn’t happen again. And if that guy there…doesn’t pull out his nails again.”
“Fine. Fine. As long as no one messes with my face or hair, then I won’t do anything.”
“Thank you Heechul.”
So thus, they began a different game. One that Donghae had promised to be quiet and relaxing but at the same time, quite fun. This had intrigued the two to stay and in particular, Ryeowook who had started cooing over Kyuhyun. This was truly a new side to Ryeowook he had never seen before. They all sat in a distorted little circle with Kyuhyun and Ryeowook farther from the rest, in case there was a need to bolt for the door again. He almost immediately felt one when Donghae had named the game they would be playing. Truth or Dare. There were a few protests at how lame it was to play with a group of 15 boys but Donghae insisted that it didn’t have to be lame. It could be fun. A bottle was placed in front of them.
“We’ll have the birthday boy choose his first victim.” Donghae smiled at Eunhyuk. The bottle spun a full rotation and stopped in front of a pretty boy Kyuhyun didn’t recognize.
“Sungmin, truth or dare.”
“Truth.”
“Have you ever kissed anyone in this room?”
All eyes fell upon the boy who looked around nervously. He caught the eyes of one in particular for a fraction of a second and Heechul started hooting. They all begin chattering loudly, teasing the pink boy and a less embarrassed boy to their full amusement. This was going to be a difficult game. He looked down at the idiot who was practically slumping into his lap. The bottle spun around again. Sungmin was to exact his revenge on Eunhyuk.
“Dare.”
“Ohhhhhhhhhh….” The audience hummed with interest.
“Okay. This is payback. You have to kiss someone in this room.” Sungmin gave a glorious smile, feeling justified. “On the lips.”
Everyone stared away from the boy, not wanting to embarrass themselves in such a large crowd. Eunhyuk couldn’t find a face that looked willing and that he was willing to. He looked at a couple pleadingly but they all turned their head away, their eyes even lower. There was only one that dared to really look him in the eye with a cold glare. Eunhyuk ignored Kibum. Something warm snuck up on his shoulder, a breath tickled his ear. A softly torturing whisper to his ear.
“If you don’t have anyone else, Hyukjae, I could…”
“Kibum! I choose Kibum!”
Eunhyuk scambled towards a furiously frowning Kibum. He crossed the circle immediately and perched himself right before the boy. The boy looked thoroughly displeased by this and leaned away but Eunhyuk had already reached out to hold the boy’s face with both hands. His head approached, tilting seconds before their lips met. He let the kiss endure for a few seconds before tearing away. His eyes found Donghae’s and then Eunhyuk retreated back to his position beside his best friend. The game continued.
“Donghae.” Eunhyuk breathed quietly.
“Truth.”
Eunhyuk looked at a less than happy Kibum but the boy only glared at Eunhyuk. He hadn’t enjoyed the kiss too much. However that look always encouraged him to ask things he would’ve never asked. “Do you like someone right now?”
“Yes.”
Donghae quickly tapped the bottle. This time it landed elsewhere.There were many more Truths than there were Dares but a few brazen ones, who looked for reckless fun, were demanded to complete some surprising things. Most not to be mentioned for obvious reasons. But it did surprise Kyuhyun how open these guys were amongst each other and the things they revealed. However unusual they were, Heechul seemed to enjoy them as the rest stared at him mindless from his last exploitation. The detail of this needed was that one dare resulted in a very confused and dizzy Hankyung. Unluckily, it became even more dangerous when Ryeowook had fallen victim to an awaiting Heechul.
“Hyung…” Kyuhyun looked across the circle and began his plead. “I don’t think he’s in any condition to pl-”
“Dare!” Ryeowook shouted excitedly, falling carelessly into Kyuhyun’s lap.
“Hyung…no. This is not a good idea.” Kyuhyun tried again.
“My dongsaeng, it’s not fun if one of the players don’t follow the rules.”
His plead reached out to Donghae who simply shook his head, unable to do anything about it.
“Don’t worry.” Heechul attempted to sound reassuring but his voice fell flat and those eyes carried precarious implications. “Since you’re so worried about Ryeowook, I’ll let you take control of the situation. Fully.”
Kyuhyun didn’t quite like the slight ironic tone in that sly voice. “What are you going to make him do?”
Heechul turned completely to Ryeowook and with as gentle of a voice he could managed, he spoke. “Ryeowook, your dare is to make out with Kyuhyun.”
“What?” A protest broke the air.
“For one whole minute.”
Before Kyuhyun could throw out the bountiful of complaints he had, Ryeowook had already pushed the boy backwards. There was a heavy dose of wanton in his eyes. He stalked over the fallen boy, his face pursuing Kyuhyun confused and anxious one. Two arms outstretched on other side of Kyuhyun’s head, keeping the boy imprisoned, just as his legs were around Ryeowook. And too quickly, the cracks of cheers burst when Ryeowook’s face descended on Kyuhyun’s. Their kiss slow and lingering at first but soon caught fire when the more senseless of the two began nipping and begging for more.
Kyuhyun could no longer hear the obnoxious noises surrounding them but he heard Ryeowook’s muffled breath against his lips. And the amount that he had drunk didn’t help him wake to his full conscience and resist but instead, he endeavoured into a more passionate kiss. Ryeowook’s arms collapsed unto his elbows, collecting more body heat between the two of them. Kyuhyun tasted the drunkedness of the boy, wanting much more for himself. He kissed back with more force and Ryeowook whined. That caught his attention. He turned his head, away from the kiss, to see the awe in the others, to hear the silence that had slowly descended on them. Kyuhyun straightened the both of them up quickly. Heechul held a victorious smirk.
“My friend, I gave you the switch. It was your choice.” The voice mocked. “Two minutes.”
“Donghae, I’m going to take Ryeowook to the guest room.” Kyuhyun heard snickers around him. “To let him rest. He really shouldn’t be doing anything in this condition.”
“Okay. Go.”
Kyuhyun struggled to pick up the mumbling boy, bubbles of nonsense floating out of his mouth. The game continued as Donghae roused the crowd again with some jokes and silly smiles. The bottle spun and landed on someone to which his identity Kyuhyun didn’t pay attention to. When he did managed to lift the boy up, the question and voice distracted him. His eyes met the speaker and he realized that the dare might’ve carried on to far, seeing those dark swirling eyes.
“No. I don’t like anyone right now.” The voice remained firm as Henry met his gaze intensely. Kyuhyun left the room in silence.
When they arrived at the empty room, Ryeowook was laid on the bed carefully, not to awake the boy. Kyuhyun removed his shoes and more daintily his socks. His eyes grazed over the sleepy boy, watching his chest rise and fall subtly. Peace had seized the boy’s face rather than the lust that had erupted in his eyes early. He stared down at the boy with a big frown, trying to understand him.
“Of all times to show me affection, you chose then and in that way.” Kyuhyun muttered, face scrunched in ponderance. “Do I really have to get you drunk just to kiss you because I want to? Do I have to get you drunk so you’ll respond to me?”
There wasn’t an answer. Kyuhyun decided to leave. He turned away but was held back as something held onto his sleeve. His eyes found the other’s hand, firmly clenching onto the hem of his sleeve. With one tug, he could free himself of this burden but Kyuhyun never could. Ryeowook opened his eyes, a quiet unknown expression behind them.
“Stay with me.”
“Forever.”
Kyuhyun slipped onto the bed, kicking his shoes off as he did so. The other boy took no hesitation to snuggling close to him. Kyuhyun slid a hand through the other’s soft hair and breathed heavily, showering that head with warmth. He felt Ryeowook clutch his shirt tightly at the back as his head tilted to run little kisses along his collarbone. Kyuhyun stared down in confusion. He pulled the other boy away from him unwillingly and looked into those eyes again. This time there wasn’t the same dark blind hunger in those eyes. They were clearly knowing.
“Are you always like this when you drink?”
“I wouldn’t know. I’ve never really done it before.”
“Do you know what you’re doing?”
Ryeowook drew a finger down that long nose and paused over those lips. Kyuhyun opened up slightly and his teeth retrieved that finger, keeping it prisoner there. The other giggled lightly at that, leaning in while taking back his finger. He kissed Kyuhyun hard.
“I know very well what I’m doing.” Ryeowook muttered before his lips were capture again.
Kyuhyun’s hands slip up that back, pulling Ryeowook closer to his body. The other’s hands dug deeper into his shirt, tugging it and Kyuhyun could barely feel any fabric along his back. Ryeowook’s breath hitched when Kyuhyun’s own cool hands dipped under his shirt, airing over his barren torso underneath. His head fell back, giving access to an exposed neck. Kyuhyun sucked at the skin there, causing Ryeowook to groan a bit, further encouraging the activity. Ryeowook was ripping at his shirt now.
“Are you really drunk?”
“I think so.” Kyuhyun stopped.
“How drunk are?”
“Not enough that I know exactly what exactly could become of this.”
Ryeowook pulled the boy back into a ravenous kiss. This led Kyuhyun to tug that body press against his body, his hands digging deeper into skin. The other folded his arms about Kyuhyun’s neck, hands stroking wildly ino his messy hair. Surprisingly, Ryeowook was the first to start the nipping war, being forceful to persuade Kyuhyun to engage in such an event with him. Of course, Kyuhyun could never refuse such rare invitations.
“But enough that you actually want this.”
“No, because I really do want you.” Ryeowook murmured against those kiss crushed lips. “I want all of you.”
Ryeowook helped Kyuhyun in removing his shirt.
He hadn’t meant to listen at the door. It was just like how he never intended to fall in love. However, things just happen. Henry’s hands were clenched firmly around the door knob. He looked down at the ground and down at the lie he had told a few minutes ago. All he had wanted to do was to return Kyuhyun’s cell that had fallen out of his pocket when helping a troublesome Ryeowook here. Henry had been upset when Donghae requested this favour from him. He didn’t deserve this. Yet, he did because he had chosen to continue listening.
Henry felt something enclose around his wrist and drag him down the hall, away from them. He looked up, finding that boy that had always managed to leave him perplexed. That vise grip was starting to hurt and Henry swung his arm but Kibum didn’t let go. He brought him to the end of the wall and frowned at him. Kibum was always looking rather displeased at him. It annoyed Henry. He hadn’t done anything wrong to earn that.
“Let go. It hurts.” Henry bit down on his lips.
“You shouldn’t be hurting yourself more by listening to that.” Kibum’s look grew gentler with some concern, confusing Henry even more. It wasn’t fair that he was always being left without answers.
“Stop doing that.”
“Doing what?”
“Talking without talking.”
“What?”
“Stop being nice and mean at the same time. I can’t tell whether I like you as a person or not when you do that.” Henry’s face scrunched up in disapproval. “I can’t tell if you’re a good person.”
“You don’t need to know that. You only need to listen to me.” Kibum frowned again. “Come on, let’s go back.”
However, Henry ground his feet at Kibum’s tug. He looked up, face childishly scorn. “I don’t want to go back.”
The expression grew worse when laughter exploded in the other room. Henry hung his head, wanting to wash out those sounds of happiness when he couldn’t absorb any of it. In his own bad way, he was jealous of such an untouchable thing. He wanted to have it but he couldn’t. This made him bad for wishing to destroy their source of joy. The two of them remained in the bend of the hallway. Henry made the first move. He stepped up to Kibum, those eyes growing wary.
“If you want to help me…” Henry rested a cheek on that warm stiff shoulder. “Then do it properly. Or just do it. Stop being so prideful and end up looking stupid. Do what you want to do.”
Kibum allowed the boy to take comfort on him. He couldn’t help but furrow all of his face together into an annoyed scrunch. He had never heard someone discipline him this way other than another and that was a long time ago. He had only wanted to bring the stupid boy back to the room since Donghae had sent him on a stupid and meaningless errand. It was really too reckless of Donghae but that boy was always like that. He wanted to care for others but a part of him obstructed him from doing that sometimes.
“See how easy this is?” Kibum’s shoulder was growing more heated.
He wasn’t sure how to comfort the boy but then he remembered that day. In that piano room, Kibum was reminded of how Donghae had done so. His hands tentatively reached up, pausing every so often before finally arriving at the top of Henry’s head. Kibum looked up at the ceiling, unbelieving that he would do something as stupid as this. He moved his fingers, hearing a low murmur from Henry. Kibum continued.
Donghae questioned the lengthy duration of Henry’s trip. He decided to venture after the boy, worried if something had happened and if his plan hadn’t worked out nicely. However, at his rise, Kibum had sprung up and quickly left down the path Donghae had wanted to take. So he trusted Kibum to bring him back because he knew of that boy’s rather tender nature. Although the boy put up a strong, untouchable front, the boy was always being touched. It saddened Donghae to see such a change in the boy. Kibum used to be so free.
However, too much time had passed and Donghae could no longer sit still, waiting. He excused himself from the game though it had been his turn. Eunhyuk looked disappointed. Donghae sauntered into the dark hallway. He saw the two close to each other, in what seemed like an awkward position. Kibum was fiddling with Henry’s resting head. It rather surprised Donghae to see Kibum like this. His heart fell a bit at the slightly touching scene. And the silence burdened even more. Donghae approached loudly, catching their attention, and breaking them apart. Henry simply looked startled. Kibum gave him an unwelcoming look.
“Hey. Are you okay, Henry?” Donghae’s hands went out to Henry’s head. The boy ducked under his approaching touch.
“Donghae, why did you do it?” Henry asked seriously. His face suddenly cold. “Why did you insist on Ryeowook being that drunk? You didn’t try for us. He was your target.”
“Yes, I did do it for a reason.” Donghae smiled at him sadly. Henry could never find himself disliking Donghae’s rashness. “I did it to help you.”
“Help me?” Henry was really confused now.
“And him. He needed to make a decision. Or to be decisive. Because the way he looked at you hurt you.” Donghae grabbed the boy’s shoulders firmly, staring into those dark eyes. Henry found himself in a loose embrace. “I don’t want you to be hurt anymore. You need to move on.”
Donghae lifted his head from Henry’s shoulder and looked directly at Kibum. “Since you couldn’t make a move, you need to move on. It only hurts you more just to wait.”
“Donghae…”
“I did it to help him too…To help others as well.” Donghae let go of Henry but his gaze still remained intact. “I don’t think we want to remain in the unknown.”
There was a silence. Kibum’s face turned disdainful of those easily said words. His eyes strayed over Donghae’s shoulders as his back met the cool texture of the wall. They fixed on something there that Donghae didn’t pay any attention too.
“Here. Give me the phone. I’ll return it. You two can go back.”
Henry nodded and looked back at Kibum who sulked right behind him. They made their way back to a room that felt so distant though they were so near it. Donghae spun around, then his breath hitched when the person standing there shocked him. What hit him harder was the expression on that face. It was full of sadness, questions, irritation and most of all, confusion.
“So it’s him.”
“What?”
“Why can’t it ever be me?”
It was the first time he’d ever mentioned his feelings. For a moment, he swelled proudly but slowly, it turned into horror at his declaration. Eunhyuk left Donghae alone with something to think about. He asked himself an altered version of that question.
“Why isn’t it me yet?”
Kyuhyun felt Ryeowook shake underneath him. He stopped and placed his hands out in front of him, guarding some distance between the two of them. Ryeowook stared at him questioningly and tried to push aside those hands. Kyuhyun didn’t relent but instead drew the boy into a tight embrace, lips playing with the tips of his head.
“Wook ah…As much of a pervert I am, I don’t want to do it here right now. Do you really want to do it here?”
“No.”
“Then let’s not push ourselves.”
“I just feel that I owe you so much.” Ryeowook confessed to Kyuhyun’s heart.
“Why would you think that?” Kyuhyun leaned back, his eyes breaching concern at the saddened expression he saw.
“I love you but I don’t think I show it as much as you do for me.”
“But you do.” Kyuhyun swiftly kissed the boy on his nose. “The fact that you are here with me shows that. The fact that you are willing to give yourself up for me right now because you felt guilty…it does. Because you listen to my desires as much as your own, it’s for all of those reasons that I know. And I understand that you care for the others as well. I love you for that. I love the sweet hearted boy in you that thinks about everyone and because I’m stubborn, I like to keep you at my side at all times. But you know, we can work with that. We can work with anything. Ryeowoook ah, We love each other. Don’t you be doubting what’s real.”
“I don’t. I only wanted to do more for you.”
“And maybe you can, just in a different way, okay?” Kyuhyun grinned handsomely. He was always this dazzling when he was trying to sound smart and being a big headed know it all. “I want what you want.”
“I want us.”
“I do too.”
They both elapsed into a state of relief. Ryeowook’s shirt was returned to him as the boy remembered the events that led to his undressing and blushed. He rolled the other direction shyly, making Kyuhyun chuckle at the cuteness, and slipped his shirt back on. Before he could return to his previous post, the other hugged him dearly from behind. Ryeowook smiled.
“Did I really just reject an opportunity to do it with you?” His tone full of airy disbelief.
“Pervert.” Ryeowook muttered.
“You started it.”
“I was drunk!”
“You were not! You told me so.”
“I was so drunk that I lied.”
“You are not getting away with this one.” Kyuhyun’s arms clasped tighter around Ryeowook’s waist. “I am forever embedding this memory of a perverted Ryeowook.”
“I am not!”
“So demanding…”
“No!”
“So cute…”
“Am not.” Ryeowook’s protests grew weaker with each kiss Kyuhyun placed on his neck.
“So sexy…”
“No…”
“So naughty…”
“Kyuhyun!” Ryeowook began wriggling out of that embrace.
“It’s okay. I like you that way too.”
“Well…I don’t.” He finally managed to flip over, his breath catching at the sudden radiance in Kyuhyun’s face. There was so much warmth in sincerity.
Kyuhyun shushed the boy with a finger then closed his eyes. The boy must be tired as much as he had remained adament in his consciousness, he had consumed quite an amount of alcohol. It would be best that Ryeowook rested. Kyuhyun could only imagine even more the pressure inside the boy to match his love when there was nothing to match. Ryeowook sure made his life more difficult for himself. He was simply wonderful. Kyuhyun was relieved in hearing the little hum of the other’s breath against his ear. Ryeowook was for the moment at peace. His love was at peace.
“There’s so much I don’t know about you and that’s what create these little misunderstandings. But Ryeowook ah…I hope we never reach a real resolution…”
I want to learn about you to the end.
Im off to sleep after writing such crap. Ugh. So unsatisfied with everything these days. Ignore me. Anyways. I tried hinting at things more here in my own stupid teasing vague way. Wonder if you can pick up and if you're tired of guessing tell me or slap me or what not. I can be stupid and mean sometimes. But I don't know how much to do when i introduce new characters and you'll see how less Kyuwook there is. That sucks. Gosh. This craps. kk off to sleep now!