Ghost of Christmas Future - YeWook/KyuWook
Author - soju_drip
Title - Ghost of Christmas Future
Word Count - 2,700
Pairing - Yewook & Kyuwook
Rating - NC17
Summary: faced with a difficult decision what will Ryeowook do? Move on to the future, or try to rework the past? Also, will he ever get his artwork done?!
Warning: one of these pairings aint gunna work out folks!
SEQUEL OF - http://soju-drip.livejournal.com/23409.html
Will be friend-locked
“Oh no... w-what?!”
Ryeowook's mouth falls open as he gazes down at his laptop screen, he cannot believe what he's seeing... he is screwed!
He had just been surfing, taking a break from one of his projects and with the 8B pencil still sitting behind his ear when his fingers had happened upon one particular site, not that he was looking! For the singer Yesung, and as soon as he did he was bombarded by pictures that have the colour draining from his face.
'Singer Yesung seen with mysterious boy'.
As he scrolls it just gets worse, prose upon prose of mystified questions as to just who this youth is, pulling the distinguished singer by the hand through the snow glittered streets. Then come the pictures, seems Yesung hadn't gone as unnoticed as they had hopped, as there are several, from all angles of him, wrapped up ion his coat and scarf, head bent towards the brunting winds, dragging the bemused looking man by the hand.
This could have very nasty implications...
He scrolls further down, and just as he sees the last picture with Yesung holding a rather secretive smile on his handsome face, his phone rings, snapping him out of his shocked daze.
“YAH! Bastard!”
Yesung grimaces lightly as he pulls the phone away from his ear, before he chuckles softly and slowly pulls it back, that same, secret smile on his lips, the same one he gets every time he thinks of the young artist.
“Hello Ryeowook-ah” He says in his smooth voice, smirk ever widening as he can just imagine the boys pretty face all pink with anger, it's a sight he wishes he could see for real. The little spiky artist was far too adorable when angered.
He was also well aware of the news circulating, having had his own ear chewed off by his manager for disappearing and it's not as if Ryeowook was particularly recognisable from the pictures, what with that cute button nose covered.
He lets Ryeowook barrel out his rant for a little while, half of which doesn't even make sense as he complains about public freedoms and keeps shouting “my rights! My rights!” Until Yesung realises that he isn't even listening to the words any more, just the way his cute accent rolls the sounds.
“What are you doing tomorrow?” The idol cuts through him, looking up as a stylist lifts a shirt for him to see, and he nods approvingly. With tomorrow being Christmas Eve, he doesn't like the idea of the boy being alone on such a special day, he'd seen his calendar in his kitchen and there was nothing written on those special days.
“I don't know, I have to do my work!” Ryeowook snaps back, not liking being cut off and just knowing the man is smirking as he does it. God he's so infuriating with that stupid, handsome face of his. Just as he imagines it, he looks over to see the very smile shining out at him from the laptop screen and he quickly slams it closed before pulling himself up from the stool he was sat on, to pace through his apartment.
“Well, keep it free, okay?” Yesung turns, raising his arms as a belt is measured around his waist, just behind him the white screens of a photo shoot glare loudly with all the lights reflecting from it and people busy themselves around to get things ready.
“I want to take you out for dinner, Pierre Gagnaire, my treat!” His smirk widens again as he imagines the down to Earth boy in such a fancy restaurant.
“I-I don't know! I might be busy! I have a lot of work!” Ryeowook near yells down the phone as he panics, he has deadlines, he doesn't have the time to be distracted by some, Cindarella dream he might be living right now. He does not need a Prince, he doesn't!
Without so much as another word he snaps his phone shut and throws it down onto the couch as if it had burnt him, Yesung on the other end just chuckling lightly as he shakes his head, lowering his own phone before walking off to do his job.
Ryeowook sighs as he runs a hand up into his hair, gripping the soft strands tightly before dropping it, along with his shoulders as he moves back to his desk, and to his work.
Slipping the pencil from his ear he goes back to sketching with thick, dark, smudgy lead lines as he draws the intricate pattern on the thick, almost woven paper.
At least in his work he is free, eyes scanning over the paper and mind wiped of anything but the destination of the pencil's nib. He's not sure how long he disappears into his work for, until a loud knocking on his front door makes his head shoot up as he looks over at it.
Frowning softly he pushes back from the desk and stands, lightly rubbing his smudgy finger tips on his black slacks, and pulls on a cardigan to cover his arms as he walks to the door.
As he opens the door, lifting his eyes they widen, seeing the face on the other side that still never fails to make his heart bounce, just now it is coupled with an awful tightening that has him gasping for breath, the tendons in his neck tightening.
“What are you doing here?” His voice comes out weak, just the way he always feels when those broody eyes rest on him, Kyuhyun's very presence has always had the odd effect of making him feel so small.
The man in the hallway cocks a dark eye brow lightly as he looks back at his ex-lover, such a frosty greeting when all he used to ever get were smiles, but then again, what does he expect?
“I came to see what this meant-” Kyuhyun's deep voice almost sends a shiver up Ryeowook's spine as he watches that ever emotionless face, the taller male dipping his hand into his jeans pocket to fish out his smart phone, and after a few taps, turns the screen around to him, another of those paparazzi photographs of him and Yesung lit up towards him.
Ryeowook sees a flash in those deep hazel eyes, before he rolls his own and looks away, leaning back against the door. “Oh that...” he says in a droll voice, as if it were nothing. “I just helped him hide from some fangirls, that's all. Besides, it's got nothing to do with you anyway”. He throws the other a sideways glance, eye brow lightly curving, before he turns and walks back into the flat.
This is dangerous territory he's straying into and he knows it, yet still he leaves the door open, his eye lids fluttering lightly, as he senses Kyuhyun move in through the door, closing it behind him.
His whole body freezes, eyes widening in shock as he feels long, cool arms wrap around him, stopping him in his steps as he's gently pulled back against a broad chest, and Kyuhyun's whole form wraps around him from behind, his neck bent and face resting in the crook of his neck.
He remains frozen, feeling Kyuhyun's lungs expand against his back, as the man takes in a deep breath of his scent. The two of them stood there, locked, motionless. Ryeowook stunned to stone, unable to move.
“I felt jealous” Kyuhyun's deep, rumbling voice mumbles into his ear as he keeps his arms locked, breathing in the fruity, pure scent of the one in his arms as Ryeowook's eyes flutter lightly, rising to the ceiling as he fights back the sting of tears.
He shouldn't be saying things like this, it's not fair. It's near cruel, they ended, he left... Ryeowook kicked him out.
“Stop it” he whispers back faintly, but is just as weak as ever, as he feels Kyuhyun's big hands gently turn him on the spot, his eyes lowered before a cool hand cups his chin, lifting it gently and his eyes rise gradually to settle back on that brooding pair gazing down at him.
He can't stand it when Kyuhyun is so soft, so gentle. The side of his thumb stroking softly over her cheek bone, concern in those eyes, it makes it so much harder to hate him.
“I felt jealous seeing you with him” Kyuhyun says again, softly, his lips almost whispering the words. Their faces close as his fingers slide up a fraction to cup his cheek, eyes scanning Ryeowook's face and seeing the struggle there.
His words like a confession, I missed you, I'm sorry.
Kyuhyun cups his other cheek as Ryeowook shakes his head, eyes scrunching closed as they threaten to tear, lips lightly pursing as he cannot listen to this, he doesn't want to get swept away again, he can't get hurt again.
Feeling the soft lips brush against his own, Ryeowook's will weakens, his hands reach up to grab the ones on his cheeks, but he doesn't pull them away.
Feeling the lips fully capture his own all of his fight is gone, his hands gripping onto Kyuhyun's sleeves as he tilts his head and gently kisses back.
No one has ever known Ryeowook's body like Kyuhyun, he is able to twist every inch of it to his will and send the boy into a delirious dream with his caresses. His hands are still cool as they slowly run down the dip in his spine, Ryeowook's hips slowly bucking as he rides the male under him, slow and deep.
The crumpled sheets around his waist and Kyuhyun's hands all over him, leading him and sedating him with feather-light touches or harsh grips. Those dark eyes gazing up at him as he makes Ryeowook lift his chin to hold the eye contact, Ryeowook's own chestnut orbs hazy and delirious.
Kyuhyun's deep moans sending shivers up his spine, as he rests his hands on the younger boys toned chest and supports the roll of his hips that brings them both pleasure.
With a creek of the bed Kyuhyun slowly coils his body up, Ryeowook's hands sliding up his chest as he leaves the pillow behind, latching his lips onto the smaller males neck as he lets out a gasped cry, his head falling back and mouth open, giving up the desire to do anything but pant for breath and drown in it all.
“Ryeowook” as he hears the husky, pleasured whisper of his name against his skin Ryeowook knows he's sunk himself deep. The last month without him had been so hard, it was like going cold turkey from a drug and this, was like a sinful indulgence. His fingers thread up into Kyuhyun's thick, black hair at the nape of his neck before he grips it tightly, wrapping his arms around him, yes Kyuhyun was definitely his drug. Nothing could compare to the feel of those arms around him, his scent enveloping him, the murmurs of his voice in his ear and the feel of his body pressed against his own, inside of him and the searing heat between them.
But like every drug, even this had it's come down. Ryeowook watches as Kyuhyun slips his clothes back on, his long fingers buttoning up his shirt as he sits on the edge of the bed. Ryeowook runs his hand through his hair, sat at the headboard, sheets around his middle. This fix didn't last as long as the last one.
“You know, my parents are flying in tomorrow evening for Christmas” Kyuhyun says as he stands up, tucking his shirt in and turns around to look over at him. “I'm sure they would really like to see you, you should come to the airport with me”. He smiles lightly down at him as Ryeowook lifts his head, raising his eyes to him and nods lightly.
“I have a lot of work on” Ryeowook says softly, scrunching his nose up as Kyuhyun leans in to peck his forehead. “I'll see what I can do”. He settles is eyes on the other males face as he pulls back and nods, before he as to leave and Ryeowook is again alone, now with a lot to think over.
Does he go forward? Or does he go back?
At exactly 6:50pm the next evening, Yesung leans against the bar in the fancy restaurant, having picked the very best because at least here he wont be bothered.
He lightly straightens is cuff whilst beside him his drink is refilled. After having another look around he slips back the white cuff of his shirt to check his watch, before turning to the bar and throwing back his next drink and gestures for another.
Meanwhile on the other side of town Kyuhyun gazes up at the arrivals board, his parents flight had arrived and they were in baggage collection, dead on time. Turning his head he looks around at the large clock that hangs from the ceiling, 6.55pm.
Turning away from it, he uses his height to look around, towards the entrances with a light frown on his face, before he hears the announcement that the passengers from his parents plane would be walking out soon, so he moves closer to the gate.
6.59pm, “Yah”, Ryeowook calls out as he stands behind the man, the tip of his nose still a little pink from the cold outside, the rest of him wrapped up in a scarf and hat with his brown eyes peeking out.
Kyuhyun looks around as he feels a faint tap on his shoulder, and frowns as he sees a woman smile up at him, before she gestures past him and he understands, stepping back to let her by and soon hears the call of his mother, and smiles lightly as he looks over and moves to meet them, the large clock above them switching to 8.00pm.
Yesung looks around as he blinks, seeing the person so wrapped up he has to reach out and gently lift their hat, before he smiles, seeing Ryeowook under all of that.
“Ryeowook-ah” Lifting the hat his smile widens each inch of scarf that is unravelled to show the boy under, looking as moody and grouchy as ever, Yesung has to fight the temptation to lean down and kiss him. “You came” he says softly, he had worried for a moment there, but here he is.
“Well, it is Christmas” Ryeowook mumbles as he slips his coat off, “and I decided I wanted to focus on Christmas present, not past” he grumbles lightly, most to himself but it brings a smile to Yesung's lips all the same.
“What a sweet thing to say” the singer beams, not really understanding but it is cute none the less! Once the artists coat and accessories were gone, he swoops down to press a kiss to his cheek with a chuckle as Ryeowook instantly starts complaining and swatting him away.
Ignoring all his futile efforts, Yesung still with that happy smile on his lips, takes his arm and leads him off to the table.
“Oh! Ryeowook why were you so covered up? You looked like a coat monster!” He chuckles, looking down at him.
“I had to hide from the paparazzi!” Ryeowook gestures with a wide, stretching arm, making Yesung chuckle with a shake of his head at his silliness.
“I wouldn't worry, half of the newspapers reported you were a girl, I don't think anybody got a good enough look...”
The people at the tables around the young couple jump, a silence settling and they turn to gawk, as there is an almighty “OUCH!” and Yesung hops on the spot, Ryeowook having stamped on his foot before storming off to the table on his own.
END
A/N: *hides from the kyuwook stans*
*whispers* I'm sorry!
This was actually way harder to write then the other one :\ I hope it translated from my brain - to you okay, that end bit was incredibly hard to do! If I was making a film it would be okay! But with words? That was difficult man!
Though what a week for Wook! Lots of sex! Is he a slut to you? He's not supposed to be :\ I'm not all that good at writing emotional turmoil .. oh and I think Kyuhyun cheated o.o there's some insider gossip for ya!
This fic was brought to you by cheese sandwiches, my fuel ;D
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Title - Ghost of Christmas Future
Word Count - 2,700
Pairing - Yewook & Kyuwook
Rating - NC17
Summary: faced with a difficult decision what will Ryeowook do? Move on to the future, or try to rework the past? Also, will he ever get his artwork done?!
Warning: one of these pairings aint gunna work out folks!
SEQUEL OF - http://soju-drip.livejournal.com/23409.html
Will be friend-locked
“Oh no... w-what?!”
Ryeowook's mouth falls open as he gazes down at his laptop screen, he cannot believe what he's seeing... he is screwed!
He had just been surfing, taking a break from one of his projects and with the 8B pencil still sitting behind his ear when his fingers had happened upon one particular site, not that he was looking! For the singer Yesung, and as soon as he did he was bombarded by pictures that have the colour draining from his face.
'Singer Yesung seen with mysterious boy'.
As he scrolls it just gets worse, prose upon prose of mystified questions as to just who this youth is, pulling the distinguished singer by the hand through the snow glittered streets. Then come the pictures, seems Yesung hadn't gone as unnoticed as they had hopped, as there are several, from all angles of him, wrapped up ion his coat and scarf, head bent towards the brunting winds, dragging the bemused looking man by the hand.
This could have very nasty implications...
He scrolls further down, and just as he sees the last picture with Yesung holding a rather secretive smile on his handsome face, his phone rings, snapping him out of his shocked daze.
“YAH! Bastard!”
Yesung grimaces lightly as he pulls the phone away from his ear, before he chuckles softly and slowly pulls it back, that same, secret smile on his lips, the same one he gets every time he thinks of the young artist.
“Hello Ryeowook-ah” He says in his smooth voice, smirk ever widening as he can just imagine the boys pretty face all pink with anger, it's a sight he wishes he could see for real. The little spiky artist was far too adorable when angered.
He was also well aware of the news circulating, having had his own ear chewed off by his manager for disappearing and it's not as if Ryeowook was particularly recognisable from the pictures, what with that cute button nose covered.
He lets Ryeowook barrel out his rant for a little while, half of which doesn't even make sense as he complains about public freedoms and keeps shouting “my rights! My rights!” Until Yesung realises that he isn't even listening to the words any more, just the way his cute accent rolls the sounds.
“What are you doing tomorrow?” The idol cuts through him, looking up as a stylist lifts a shirt for him to see, and he nods approvingly. With tomorrow being Christmas Eve, he doesn't like the idea of the boy being alone on such a special day, he'd seen his calendar in his kitchen and there was nothing written on those special days.
“I don't know, I have to do my work!” Ryeowook snaps back, not liking being cut off and just knowing the man is smirking as he does it. God he's so infuriating with that stupid, handsome face of his. Just as he imagines it, he looks over to see the very smile shining out at him from the laptop screen and he quickly slams it closed before pulling himself up from the stool he was sat on, to pace through his apartment.
“Well, keep it free, okay?” Yesung turns, raising his arms as a belt is measured around his waist, just behind him the white screens of a photo shoot glare loudly with all the lights reflecting from it and people busy themselves around to get things ready.
“I want to take you out for dinner, Pierre Gagnaire, my treat!” His smirk widens again as he imagines the down to Earth boy in such a fancy restaurant.
“I-I don't know! I might be busy! I have a lot of work!” Ryeowook near yells down the phone as he panics, he has deadlines, he doesn't have the time to be distracted by some, Cindarella dream he might be living right now. He does not need a Prince, he doesn't!
Without so much as another word he snaps his phone shut and throws it down onto the couch as if it had burnt him, Yesung on the other end just chuckling lightly as he shakes his head, lowering his own phone before walking off to do his job.
Ryeowook sighs as he runs a hand up into his hair, gripping the soft strands tightly before dropping it, along with his shoulders as he moves back to his desk, and to his work.
Slipping the pencil from his ear he goes back to sketching with thick, dark, smudgy lead lines as he draws the intricate pattern on the thick, almost woven paper.
At least in his work he is free, eyes scanning over the paper and mind wiped of anything but the destination of the pencil's nib. He's not sure how long he disappears into his work for, until a loud knocking on his front door makes his head shoot up as he looks over at it.
Frowning softly he pushes back from the desk and stands, lightly rubbing his smudgy finger tips on his black slacks, and pulls on a cardigan to cover his arms as he walks to the door.
As he opens the door, lifting his eyes they widen, seeing the face on the other side that still never fails to make his heart bounce, just now it is coupled with an awful tightening that has him gasping for breath, the tendons in his neck tightening.
“What are you doing here?” His voice comes out weak, just the way he always feels when those broody eyes rest on him, Kyuhyun's very presence has always had the odd effect of making him feel so small.
The man in the hallway cocks a dark eye brow lightly as he looks back at his ex-lover, such a frosty greeting when all he used to ever get were smiles, but then again, what does he expect?
“I came to see what this meant-” Kyuhyun's deep voice almost sends a shiver up Ryeowook's spine as he watches that ever emotionless face, the taller male dipping his hand into his jeans pocket to fish out his smart phone, and after a few taps, turns the screen around to him, another of those paparazzi photographs of him and Yesung lit up towards him.
Ryeowook sees a flash in those deep hazel eyes, before he rolls his own and looks away, leaning back against the door. “Oh that...” he says in a droll voice, as if it were nothing. “I just helped him hide from some fangirls, that's all. Besides, it's got nothing to do with you anyway”. He throws the other a sideways glance, eye brow lightly curving, before he turns and walks back into the flat.
This is dangerous territory he's straying into and he knows it, yet still he leaves the door open, his eye lids fluttering lightly, as he senses Kyuhyun move in through the door, closing it behind him.
His whole body freezes, eyes widening in shock as he feels long, cool arms wrap around him, stopping him in his steps as he's gently pulled back against a broad chest, and Kyuhyun's whole form wraps around him from behind, his neck bent and face resting in the crook of his neck.
He remains frozen, feeling Kyuhyun's lungs expand against his back, as the man takes in a deep breath of his scent. The two of them stood there, locked, motionless. Ryeowook stunned to stone, unable to move.
“I felt jealous” Kyuhyun's deep, rumbling voice mumbles into his ear as he keeps his arms locked, breathing in the fruity, pure scent of the one in his arms as Ryeowook's eyes flutter lightly, rising to the ceiling as he fights back the sting of tears.
He shouldn't be saying things like this, it's not fair. It's near cruel, they ended, he left... Ryeowook kicked him out.
“Stop it” he whispers back faintly, but is just as weak as ever, as he feels Kyuhyun's big hands gently turn him on the spot, his eyes lowered before a cool hand cups his chin, lifting it gently and his eyes rise gradually to settle back on that brooding pair gazing down at him.
He can't stand it when Kyuhyun is so soft, so gentle. The side of his thumb stroking softly over her cheek bone, concern in those eyes, it makes it so much harder to hate him.
“I felt jealous seeing you with him” Kyuhyun says again, softly, his lips almost whispering the words. Their faces close as his fingers slide up a fraction to cup his cheek, eyes scanning Ryeowook's face and seeing the struggle there.
His words like a confession, I missed you, I'm sorry.
Kyuhyun cups his other cheek as Ryeowook shakes his head, eyes scrunching closed as they threaten to tear, lips lightly pursing as he cannot listen to this, he doesn't want to get swept away again, he can't get hurt again.
Feeling the soft lips brush against his own, Ryeowook's will weakens, his hands reach up to grab the ones on his cheeks, but he doesn't pull them away.
Feeling the lips fully capture his own all of his fight is gone, his hands gripping onto Kyuhyun's sleeves as he tilts his head and gently kisses back.
No one has ever known Ryeowook's body like Kyuhyun, he is able to twist every inch of it to his will and send the boy into a delirious dream with his caresses. His hands are still cool as they slowly run down the dip in his spine, Ryeowook's hips slowly bucking as he rides the male under him, slow and deep.
The crumpled sheets around his waist and Kyuhyun's hands all over him, leading him and sedating him with feather-light touches or harsh grips. Those dark eyes gazing up at him as he makes Ryeowook lift his chin to hold the eye contact, Ryeowook's own chestnut orbs hazy and delirious.
Kyuhyun's deep moans sending shivers up his spine, as he rests his hands on the younger boys toned chest and supports the roll of his hips that brings them both pleasure.
With a creek of the bed Kyuhyun slowly coils his body up, Ryeowook's hands sliding up his chest as he leaves the pillow behind, latching his lips onto the smaller males neck as he lets out a gasped cry, his head falling back and mouth open, giving up the desire to do anything but pant for breath and drown in it all.
“Ryeowook” as he hears the husky, pleasured whisper of his name against his skin Ryeowook knows he's sunk himself deep. The last month without him had been so hard, it was like going cold turkey from a drug and this, was like a sinful indulgence. His fingers thread up into Kyuhyun's thick, black hair at the nape of his neck before he grips it tightly, wrapping his arms around him, yes Kyuhyun was definitely his drug. Nothing could compare to the feel of those arms around him, his scent enveloping him, the murmurs of his voice in his ear and the feel of his body pressed against his own, inside of him and the searing heat between them.
But like every drug, even this had it's come down. Ryeowook watches as Kyuhyun slips his clothes back on, his long fingers buttoning up his shirt as he sits on the edge of the bed. Ryeowook runs his hand through his hair, sat at the headboard, sheets around his middle. This fix didn't last as long as the last one.
“You know, my parents are flying in tomorrow evening for Christmas” Kyuhyun says as he stands up, tucking his shirt in and turns around to look over at him. “I'm sure they would really like to see you, you should come to the airport with me”. He smiles lightly down at him as Ryeowook lifts his head, raising his eyes to him and nods lightly.
“I have a lot of work on” Ryeowook says softly, scrunching his nose up as Kyuhyun leans in to peck his forehead. “I'll see what I can do”. He settles is eyes on the other males face as he pulls back and nods, before he as to leave and Ryeowook is again alone, now with a lot to think over.
Does he go forward? Or does he go back?
At exactly 6:50pm the next evening, Yesung leans against the bar in the fancy restaurant, having picked the very best because at least here he wont be bothered.
He lightly straightens is cuff whilst beside him his drink is refilled. After having another look around he slips back the white cuff of his shirt to check his watch, before turning to the bar and throwing back his next drink and gestures for another.
Meanwhile on the other side of town Kyuhyun gazes up at the arrivals board, his parents flight had arrived and they were in baggage collection, dead on time. Turning his head he looks around at the large clock that hangs from the ceiling, 6.55pm.
Turning away from it, he uses his height to look around, towards the entrances with a light frown on his face, before he hears the announcement that the passengers from his parents plane would be walking out soon, so he moves closer to the gate.
6.59pm, “Yah”, Ryeowook calls out as he stands behind the man, the tip of his nose still a little pink from the cold outside, the rest of him wrapped up in a scarf and hat with his brown eyes peeking out.
Kyuhyun looks around as he feels a faint tap on his shoulder, and frowns as he sees a woman smile up at him, before she gestures past him and he understands, stepping back to let her by and soon hears the call of his mother, and smiles lightly as he looks over and moves to meet them, the large clock above them switching to 8.00pm.
Yesung looks around as he blinks, seeing the person so wrapped up he has to reach out and gently lift their hat, before he smiles, seeing Ryeowook under all of that.
“Ryeowook-ah” Lifting the hat his smile widens each inch of scarf that is unravelled to show the boy under, looking as moody and grouchy as ever, Yesung has to fight the temptation to lean down and kiss him. “You came” he says softly, he had worried for a moment there, but here he is.
“Well, it is Christmas” Ryeowook mumbles as he slips his coat off, “and I decided I wanted to focus on Christmas present, not past” he grumbles lightly, most to himself but it brings a smile to Yesung's lips all the same.
“What a sweet thing to say” the singer beams, not really understanding but it is cute none the less! Once the artists coat and accessories were gone, he swoops down to press a kiss to his cheek with a chuckle as Ryeowook instantly starts complaining and swatting him away.
Ignoring all his futile efforts, Yesung still with that happy smile on his lips, takes his arm and leads him off to the table.
“Oh! Ryeowook why were you so covered up? You looked like a coat monster!” He chuckles, looking down at him.
“I had to hide from the paparazzi!” Ryeowook gestures with a wide, stretching arm, making Yesung chuckle with a shake of his head at his silliness.
“I wouldn't worry, half of the newspapers reported you were a girl, I don't think anybody got a good enough look...”
The people at the tables around the young couple jump, a silence settling and they turn to gawk, as there is an almighty “OUCH!” and Yesung hops on the spot, Ryeowook having stamped on his foot before storming off to the table on his own.
END
A/N: *hides from the kyuwook stans*
*whispers* I'm sorry!
This was actually way harder to write then the other one :\ I hope it translated from my brain - to you okay, that end bit was incredibly hard to do! If I was making a film it would be okay! But with words? That was difficult man!
Though what a week for Wook! Lots of sex! Is he a slut to you? He's not supposed to be :\ I'm not all that good at writing emotional turmoil .. oh and I think Kyuhyun cheated o.o there's some insider gossip for ya!
This fic was brought to you by cheese sandwiches, my fuel ;D
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