Just, only that
Title: Just, only that (drabble)
Author: xoxo_nat_xx
Ratings: PG
Pairing: Yewook
Summary: For a moment, think of me, just only that. It’s barely just to that extent.
Yesung wonders if Ryeowook understands his gestures.
He stares at Ryeowook; he stares at Kyuhyun holding on to the piece of paper in front of him, and he looks down on the lyrics of the song K.R.Y. is supposed to be singing too. He looks at the parts they are supposed to sing, and he wonders if Ryeowook understands.
He sounds out the Korean syllables to himself, and he ponders how he can make it magical and so emotionally correct, that people can tear just at that line. It’s the last line, and he thinks that perhaps it is not a perfect coincidence that Ryeowook sings the exact same line in the chorus, just before his part. He wonders if he has been a little obvious in singling out the parts beforehand.
The producer signals once, Yesung nods, and the recording starts. Yesung inhales, a lot of thoughts are running through his mind, but he forces himself to empty them, just as the introductory part ends, and Kyuhyun starts to sing.
He raises one pale hand to caress Ryeowook’s face under the dim streetlight after practice, both of them noting the slight electric tingle that happens. Ryeowook jerks back, and there’s this doubt in Ryeowook’s face that Yesung cannot deny.
“Hyung.” Ryeowook has said, and Yesung averts his gaze; he starts to worry, he doesn’t know if he is thinking, or even looking at the right thing anymore.
“I mean hyung,” Ryeowook has said, insistent, and a awkward laugh escapes those lips, “I mean, we are just friends right? Why are you doing this?” and Ryeowook pulls back completely, his eyes staring and carefully looking at Yesung’s for some reaction. Yesung notes that Ryeowook’s eyes look perfect in this moment, but his heart registers is what is going on, and he himself closes off his eyes from this beautiful image in front of him.
The blood is rushing through his head, and he wonders what he has not done enough to make it clear to Ryeowook. Perhaps all thirteen members allow Ryeowook to rest his head on their shoulders whenever he’s tired, without any complaint; perhaps at one point, they had once hugged him and sang him to sleep, whenever the younger one gets a nightmare, perhaps, at one point, they had embraced Ryeowook so tightly before that their breaths can be felt on the other’s neck, cool and soothing, and they had recognized and memorized Ryeowook’s scent, because they would inhale, and the scent will be strongly imprinted in their minds.
Perhaps Ryeowook thinks Yesung is being just affectionate as the latter plants sweet kisses on his cheeks, perhaps Ryeowook thinks he is showing favouritism when he grabs food off those dishes before the others can stake their claim on them. Perhaps whatever he thinks exist, is just a one-sided matter. Perhaps, Yesung thinks, he is good at deceiving himself.
They have reached the end of the second chorus; the lines have flowed smoothly from Yesung’s lips till now. He snaps back to the present, and he manages to make it in time for Ryeowook’s part. He listens intently, with all his emotions poured in, yet carefully veiled behind a hidden pale face void of expressions.
Yesung’s sight blurs.
He wonders how Ryeowook makes it sound so right, that it has hit the perfect spot.
Ryeowook turns towards him, concerned. Kyuhyun stops in their pause, and he brings a hand to pat Yesung quietly on the back. He gulps, swallows, and everything momentarily disappears. A smile makes its way up, and Kyuhyun nods, turning back to his lyrics, but Ryeowook is slightly unconvinced, a frown showing itself. Yesung waves his hands, and Ryeowook starts to sing into the microphone, and Yesung wonders why he has fallen for such a kind-hearted guy.
”Yeah,” Yesung chokes out, or perhaps, he thinks he covers it pretty well, Ryeowook looks pretty satisfied at the answer. He lowers his hand to his side, and both of them turn, side by side, staring at something far off in the distance. It’s awkward, for the both of them, but for Yesung, there’s this slight ache in his heart that he doesn’t think Ryeowook has.
For a moment, think of me, just only that
It’s barely just to that extent.
그걷분이에오
A/N: Based on KRY's song 그걷분이에오. I teared when listening to it on the train today. Yeah.
Author: xoxo_nat_xx
Ratings: PG
Pairing: Yewook
Summary: For a moment, think of me, just only that. It’s barely just to that extent.
Yesung wonders if Ryeowook understands his gestures.
He stares at Ryeowook; he stares at Kyuhyun holding on to the piece of paper in front of him, and he looks down on the lyrics of the song K.R.Y. is supposed to be singing too. He looks at the parts they are supposed to sing, and he wonders if Ryeowook understands.
He sounds out the Korean syllables to himself, and he ponders how he can make it magical and so emotionally correct, that people can tear just at that line. It’s the last line, and he thinks that perhaps it is not a perfect coincidence that Ryeowook sings the exact same line in the chorus, just before his part. He wonders if he has been a little obvious in singling out the parts beforehand.
The producer signals once, Yesung nods, and the recording starts. Yesung inhales, a lot of thoughts are running through his mind, but he forces himself to empty them, just as the introductory part ends, and Kyuhyun starts to sing.
He raises one pale hand to caress Ryeowook’s face under the dim streetlight after practice, both of them noting the slight electric tingle that happens. Ryeowook jerks back, and there’s this doubt in Ryeowook’s face that Yesung cannot deny.
“Hyung.” Ryeowook has said, and Yesung averts his gaze; he starts to worry, he doesn’t know if he is thinking, or even looking at the right thing anymore.
“I mean hyung,” Ryeowook has said, insistent, and a awkward laugh escapes those lips, “I mean, we are just friends right? Why are you doing this?” and Ryeowook pulls back completely, his eyes staring and carefully looking at Yesung’s for some reaction. Yesung notes that Ryeowook’s eyes look perfect in this moment, but his heart registers is what is going on, and he himself closes off his eyes from this beautiful image in front of him.
The blood is rushing through his head, and he wonders what he has not done enough to make it clear to Ryeowook. Perhaps all thirteen members allow Ryeowook to rest his head on their shoulders whenever he’s tired, without any complaint; perhaps at one point, they had once hugged him and sang him to sleep, whenever the younger one gets a nightmare, perhaps, at one point, they had embraced Ryeowook so tightly before that their breaths can be felt on the other’s neck, cool and soothing, and they had recognized and memorized Ryeowook’s scent, because they would inhale, and the scent will be strongly imprinted in their minds.
Perhaps Ryeowook thinks Yesung is being just affectionate as the latter plants sweet kisses on his cheeks, perhaps Ryeowook thinks he is showing favouritism when he grabs food off those dishes before the others can stake their claim on them. Perhaps whatever he thinks exist, is just a one-sided matter. Perhaps, Yesung thinks, he is good at deceiving himself.
They have reached the end of the second chorus; the lines have flowed smoothly from Yesung’s lips till now. He snaps back to the present, and he manages to make it in time for Ryeowook’s part. He listens intently, with all his emotions poured in, yet carefully veiled behind a hidden pale face void of expressions.
Yesung’s sight blurs.
He wonders how Ryeowook makes it sound so right, that it has hit the perfect spot.
Ryeowook turns towards him, concerned. Kyuhyun stops in their pause, and he brings a hand to pat Yesung quietly on the back. He gulps, swallows, and everything momentarily disappears. A smile makes its way up, and Kyuhyun nods, turning back to his lyrics, but Ryeowook is slightly unconvinced, a frown showing itself. Yesung waves his hands, and Ryeowook starts to sing into the microphone, and Yesung wonders why he has fallen for such a kind-hearted guy.
”Yeah,” Yesung chokes out, or perhaps, he thinks he covers it pretty well, Ryeowook looks pretty satisfied at the answer. He lowers his hand to his side, and both of them turn, side by side, staring at something far off in the distance. It’s awkward, for the both of them, but for Yesung, there’s this slight ache in his heart that he doesn’t think Ryeowook has.
For a moment, think of me, just only that
It’s barely just to that extent.
그걷분이에오
A/N: Based on KRY's song 그걷분이에오. I teared when listening to it on the train today. Yeah.