Pursuit of Sadness
Pursuit of Sadness | R
Kyuhyun/Ryeowook
Someday, we may meet again.
☆ Random writing, because I think this might become something good, lol.
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Pursuit of Sadness
theclockiswrong
“You fucking bitch!” Ryeowook snarled viciously as he thrust Kyuhyun up against the wall roughly; his fingers fisting the lapels of the taller man’s leather jacket. The taunting look within Kyuhyun’s dark eyes and the mocking smirk painted across his lips never wavered.
Under the dim orange ray of the street lamp above them and the ominous casted shadows, Kyuhyun looked like the devil’s incarnate. This must be his true form, Ryeowook thought.
“Good evening, Police Officer 0721, Kim Ryeowook,” Kyuhyun purred teasingly, his lips curling into a wider grin as he watched the anger and hate that reflected off the other’s brown eyes that lit so brightly with fury - so beautiful.
“Shut up, Cho Kyuhyun! Shut the fuck up, you fucking traitor!” Ryeowook shouted furiously, hating the way the other said his name. His fingers curled around Kyuhyun’s neck, unforgiving and tight, he could feel Kyuhyun’s pulse race against his sweaty palm.
“It’s your goddamned job to annihilate those filthy criminals - our job - not fucking join them, you bastard! What the hell is wrong with you, Kyuhyun? What happened to your nonsense vision of putting every gangster in the country behind bars, huh? What a fucking lie, you piece of shit!” It felt like a huge part of him crumbled inside. He never expected that the person he trusted in the most would be the one to stab his back. He wasn’t prepared for so much pain.
“There’s nothing wrong with me, Ryeowook,” Kyuhyun replied solemnly as he unexpectedly grabbed Ryeowook’s wrist before wrenching the other’s grip free from his neck. Ryeowook only managed to catch a glimpse of his ex-partner’s victorious smile before he found their roles reversed in a split second - he was the one pinned against the wall instead, their bodies pressed together intimately.
"Then don't do this," Ryeowook whispered quietly, his eyes are shut as he felt Kyuhyun's warmth radiating onto his skin and through the thick layers of his jacket and clothes underneath. One of Kyuhyun's arm wrapped around his waist, his hand splayed across his back, pulling their bodies closer.
“I've already decided that this is exactly what I want to do and I don't need you as my fucking career counselor. I'm doing this because it is my choice,” Kyuhyun whispered deeply against Ryeowook’s ear before flicking his tongue against the shell. He could hear Ryeowook’s soft gasp and he felt the other’s body tense. Kyuhyun licked a line up Ryeowook's neck as his other hand slipped under his jacket and stroked his clothed stomach gently.
"I might have to kill you one day in the line of duty."
They both knew that Ryeowook was very much capable of turning the situation right now around to his advantage. He was definitely strong enough to fight Kyuhyun off and have enough time to aim and fire a bullet perfectly through Kyuhyun's heart, but they both knew why he wouldn’t. And he never would.
“No, you won't. You’ve always been weaker than me, Ryeowook. Physically, mentally, everything.” I’m your weakness.
“The both of us know very well that I’ve always been the better half of the team. Catch me if you can.” Kyuhyun spoke softly, breathing over Ryeowook’s jaw and neck, his pointer finger tracing gently over the exposed collarbone underneath the unbuttoned collar of Ryeowook’s shirt.
“Fuck you,” Ryeowook murmured spitefully, his eyes narrowing with malice and before he could speak another word, he found his lips sealed by Kyuhyun’s. Kyuhyun was kissing Ryeowook, hard. Ryeowook never offered any resistance and kissed back, just like how Kyuhyun knew he would.
Just one last time.
Kyuhyun pulled away abruptly and pushed Ryeowook away roughly. The warmth from Kyuhyun’s body disappeared too quickly and the night draft of winter never felt so cold.
“Don’t miss me. Forget me. I’ll hurt us both.”
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Kyuhyun/Ryeowook
Someday, we may meet again.
☆ Random writing, because I think this might become something good, lol.
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Pursuit of Sadness
theclockiswrong
“You fucking bitch!” Ryeowook snarled viciously as he thrust Kyuhyun up against the wall roughly; his fingers fisting the lapels of the taller man’s leather jacket. The taunting look within Kyuhyun’s dark eyes and the mocking smirk painted across his lips never wavered.
Under the dim orange ray of the street lamp above them and the ominous casted shadows, Kyuhyun looked like the devil’s incarnate. This must be his true form, Ryeowook thought.
“Good evening, Police Officer 0721, Kim Ryeowook,” Kyuhyun purred teasingly, his lips curling into a wider grin as he watched the anger and hate that reflected off the other’s brown eyes that lit so brightly with fury - so beautiful.
“Shut up, Cho Kyuhyun! Shut the fuck up, you fucking traitor!” Ryeowook shouted furiously, hating the way the other said his name. His fingers curled around Kyuhyun’s neck, unforgiving and tight, he could feel Kyuhyun’s pulse race against his sweaty palm.
“It’s your goddamned job to annihilate those filthy criminals - our job - not fucking join them, you bastard! What the hell is wrong with you, Kyuhyun? What happened to your nonsense vision of putting every gangster in the country behind bars, huh? What a fucking lie, you piece of shit!” It felt like a huge part of him crumbled inside. He never expected that the person he trusted in the most would be the one to stab his back. He wasn’t prepared for so much pain.
“There’s nothing wrong with me, Ryeowook,” Kyuhyun replied solemnly as he unexpectedly grabbed Ryeowook’s wrist before wrenching the other’s grip free from his neck. Ryeowook only managed to catch a glimpse of his ex-partner’s victorious smile before he found their roles reversed in a split second - he was the one pinned against the wall instead, their bodies pressed together intimately.
"Then don't do this," Ryeowook whispered quietly, his eyes are shut as he felt Kyuhyun's warmth radiating onto his skin and through the thick layers of his jacket and clothes underneath. One of Kyuhyun's arm wrapped around his waist, his hand splayed across his back, pulling their bodies closer.
“I've already decided that this is exactly what I want to do and I don't need you as my fucking career counselor. I'm doing this because it is my choice,” Kyuhyun whispered deeply against Ryeowook’s ear before flicking his tongue against the shell. He could hear Ryeowook’s soft gasp and he felt the other’s body tense. Kyuhyun licked a line up Ryeowook's neck as his other hand slipped under his jacket and stroked his clothed stomach gently.
"I might have to kill you one day in the line of duty."
They both knew that Ryeowook was very much capable of turning the situation right now around to his advantage. He was definitely strong enough to fight Kyuhyun off and have enough time to aim and fire a bullet perfectly through Kyuhyun's heart, but they both knew why he wouldn’t. And he never would.
“No, you won't. You’ve always been weaker than me, Ryeowook. Physically, mentally, everything.” I’m your weakness.
“The both of us know very well that I’ve always been the better half of the team. Catch me if you can.” Kyuhyun spoke softly, breathing over Ryeowook’s jaw and neck, his pointer finger tracing gently over the exposed collarbone underneath the unbuttoned collar of Ryeowook’s shirt.
“Fuck you,” Ryeowook murmured spitefully, his eyes narrowing with malice and before he could speak another word, he found his lips sealed by Kyuhyun’s. Kyuhyun was kissing Ryeowook, hard. Ryeowook never offered any resistance and kissed back, just like how Kyuhyun knew he would.
Just one last time.
Kyuhyun pulled away abruptly and pushed Ryeowook away roughly. The warmth from Kyuhyun’s body disappeared too quickly and the night draft of winter never felt so cold.
“Don’t miss me. Forget me. I’ll hurt us both.”
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