(drabble) feels good with fire back on our tongues
feels good with fire back on our tongues | G
Kyuhyun/Ryeowook, Henry/Ryeowook
Ryeowook drowns his sorrows while Kyuhyun hopes that he would be enough.
Ryeowook's cheeks are a deep shade of red, his body feels aflame. He knocks back another shot of soju, his eyes are closed, a little of the colourless liquor slipping pass his pink, wet lips and down his chin. He sighs contently as his throat burns a little slower; the ache in his chest becoming duller and the throbbing in his head has gotten stronger.
"Hyung," Kyuhyun whispers, his deep voice is rough from too many drinks but he's still sober (he has always been able to hold alcohol better than Ryeowook). He wraps a hand gently around thin wrist, with hopes that Ryeowook would stop torturing himself; stop torturing him. Ryeowook looks up at him; heavily intoxicated brown eyes and a bitter smile.
"I miss Henry," Ryeowook murmurs softly and Kyuhyun let's go, because he understands that Ryeowook needs to forget.
Kyuhyun smiles handsomely as he reaches for his eighteenth shot, raises his glass high at his hyung as a silent toast before polishing off its content in one go. Ryeowook laughs deeply as he reaches out his trembling fingers to the half-empty soju bottle (their sixth bottle tonight) to fill empty glasses once more.
Kyuhyun realizes that he needs something to numb the pain, too.
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☆ Somehow inspired by the fact that Kyuhyun has the highest alcohol tolerance in suju and Ryeowook is fourth. Sexy, right? :P I really need to stop writing such depressing things =__=
Kyuhyun/Ryeowook, Henry/Ryeowook
Ryeowook drowns his sorrows while Kyuhyun hopes that he would be enough.
Ryeowook's cheeks are a deep shade of red, his body feels aflame. He knocks back another shot of soju, his eyes are closed, a little of the colourless liquor slipping pass his pink, wet lips and down his chin. He sighs contently as his throat burns a little slower; the ache in his chest becoming duller and the throbbing in his head has gotten stronger.
"Hyung," Kyuhyun whispers, his deep voice is rough from too many drinks but he's still sober (he has always been able to hold alcohol better than Ryeowook). He wraps a hand gently around thin wrist, with hopes that Ryeowook would stop torturing himself; stop torturing him. Ryeowook looks up at him; heavily intoxicated brown eyes and a bitter smile.
"I miss Henry," Ryeowook murmurs softly and Kyuhyun let's go, because he understands that Ryeowook needs to forget.
Kyuhyun smiles handsomely as he reaches for his eighteenth shot, raises his glass high at his hyung as a silent toast before polishing off its content in one go. Ryeowook laughs deeply as he reaches out his trembling fingers to the half-empty soju bottle (their sixth bottle tonight) to fill empty glasses once more.
Kyuhyun realizes that he needs something to numb the pain, too.
* * *
☆ Somehow inspired by the fact that Kyuhyun has the highest alcohol tolerance in suju and Ryeowook is fourth. Sexy, right? :P I really need to stop writing such depressing things =__=