You're never gonna catch me at that speed
You're never gonna catch me at that speed | G
Kyuhyun/Ryeowook
Kyuhyun makes no sense at all.
☂ Inspired by Kyuwook's twitpic on Chuseok night :D I have bad sense of humour -.-
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You're never gonna catch me at that speed
theclockiswrong
"Will you marry me?" Kyuhyun asks randomly, and looks at Ryeowook. It is abrubt, awkward and the timing can't be any worse. Kyuhyun's body jerks sharply when he hiccups loudly. He nearly knocks over the bottle of soju by his side.
"I'll think about it after you buy me a 24 carat diamond ring," Ryeowook replies with what he thinks is the best answer while his eyes are looking upwards. Kyuhyun momentarily wonders what's so interesting about the ceiling.
"A diamond ring?" Kyuhyun repeats as he tilts his head questionably. There is a small smirk on his face when he sees the miniscule nod from Ryeowook. "You're such a girl."
It's three in the morning, the second day of the Chuseok holiday. They are both sitting on the floor, their backs pressed to the the black leather couch behind them. The ceiling fan is spinning at a moderate speed above them. Ryeowook is partially distracted as he briefly wonders about how they're going to spend the rest of the day and tomorrow.
"If we were married, we'd be happy," Kyuhyun tells him, his lips curling into a smile at his thoughts.
"You're not happy now?" Ryeowook asks cynically, his voice is deeper than usual. He stares blankly at his empty glass and as though an extension of his own mind, Kyuhyun hands him a half-filled bottle of soju which he accepts thoughtlessly. Kyuhyun says that they're both telepathically connected like that.
"Slightly above average, I suppose. Something like that. You?" Kyuhyun watches as Ryeowook brings the mouth of the bottle to his wet shapely lips and swallows.
"I'm fine," Ryeowook replies after he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. He ends his words naturally with a polite 'thank you.'
"When you become a Cho, you will be more than happy. You will be fucking happy. We'll rule the world together and be the happiest people in the universe," Kyuhyun tells him proudly and loudly, flashing Ryeowook a satisfied lopsided grin. "Believe it, Kim Ryeowook."
"We'll see about that," Ryeowook laughs at the cheesiness of Kyuhyun's lines but he finds Kyuhyun's intension sweet and cute.
Someone groans lowly and there is a slight movement on the couch. Changmin lets out a high whining noise when Minho shifts against him, squashing him further into the narrow space of the couch. He gets kicked in the shin when he accidentally elbows the younger boy in the ribs. More fighting, shuffling and noise making ensue.
Strangely, neither Ryeowook or Kyuhyun realizes the violent rocking of the couch they're leaning against. Kyuhyun hiccups are out of control and Ryeowook is just staring wordlessly at his wriggling toes underneath his stripped socks.
It is until the two occupants of the couch become still and quiet again moments later that Kyuhyun speaks again. He covers Ryeowook's hand with his own. Warm, gentle and loving.
"We should have our own children. What do you think? You like children, don't you?" Kyuhyun asks expectantly and Ryeowook blinks at him confusedly. What the hell? Usually, Kyuhyun is able to hold alcohol better than Ryeowook, but tonight, Ryeowook isn't sure.
"I can't get pregnant, Kyu," Ryeowook tells him casually and Kyuhyun's jaw drops and his eyes widen considerably. As though he realized something, his dark eyes soften and he eyes Ryeowook with sympathy. He reaches out and places his hand on Ryeowook's shoulder and squeezes.
"I'm sorry," Kyuhyun tells him softly and he sighs disappointedly, turning his eyes to the floor dejectedly.
"No, stupid," Ryeowook hisses angrily as he slaps a hand over his forehead. "I don't have a uterus. Men don't have uteruses, idiot! Exactly how much have you drunk tonight?"
"You're sure?" Kyuhyun looks up at him again with hopeful eyes, completely unaware and not catching on to the dangers of the situation. Ryeowook feels like punching his face really hard.
"Ask that one more time and I'm going to kill you and then feed you to Eunhyuk's dog," Ryeowook threatens as he gropes the floor blindly for the soju bottle so that he can hit Kyuhyun with it. Kyuhyun gasps loudly.
"Shh, no verbal abuse in front of the children!" Kyuhyun whispers quickly, turning around to glance anxiously at the two male tangled up messily on the couch sleeping soundly.
Ryeowook covers his face with both his hands. He needs an aspirin, or two.
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Kyuhyun/Ryeowook
Kyuhyun makes no sense at all.
☂ Inspired by Kyuwook's twitpic on Chuseok night :D I have bad sense of humour -.-
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You're never gonna catch me at that speed
theclockiswrong
"Will you marry me?" Kyuhyun asks randomly, and looks at Ryeowook. It is abrubt, awkward and the timing can't be any worse. Kyuhyun's body jerks sharply when he hiccups loudly. He nearly knocks over the bottle of soju by his side.
"I'll think about it after you buy me a 24 carat diamond ring," Ryeowook replies with what he thinks is the best answer while his eyes are looking upwards. Kyuhyun momentarily wonders what's so interesting about the ceiling.
"A diamond ring?" Kyuhyun repeats as he tilts his head questionably. There is a small smirk on his face when he sees the miniscule nod from Ryeowook. "You're such a girl."
It's three in the morning, the second day of the Chuseok holiday. They are both sitting on the floor, their backs pressed to the the black leather couch behind them. The ceiling fan is spinning at a moderate speed above them. Ryeowook is partially distracted as he briefly wonders about how they're going to spend the rest of the day and tomorrow.
"If we were married, we'd be happy," Kyuhyun tells him, his lips curling into a smile at his thoughts.
"You're not happy now?" Ryeowook asks cynically, his voice is deeper than usual. He stares blankly at his empty glass and as though an extension of his own mind, Kyuhyun hands him a half-filled bottle of soju which he accepts thoughtlessly. Kyuhyun says that they're both telepathically connected like that.
"Slightly above average, I suppose. Something like that. You?" Kyuhyun watches as Ryeowook brings the mouth of the bottle to his wet shapely lips and swallows.
"I'm fine," Ryeowook replies after he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. He ends his words naturally with a polite 'thank you.'
"When you become a Cho, you will be more than happy. You will be fucking happy. We'll rule the world together and be the happiest people in the universe," Kyuhyun tells him proudly and loudly, flashing Ryeowook a satisfied lopsided grin. "Believe it, Kim Ryeowook."
"We'll see about that," Ryeowook laughs at the cheesiness of Kyuhyun's lines but he finds Kyuhyun's intension sweet and cute.
Someone groans lowly and there is a slight movement on the couch. Changmin lets out a high whining noise when Minho shifts against him, squashing him further into the narrow space of the couch. He gets kicked in the shin when he accidentally elbows the younger boy in the ribs. More fighting, shuffling and noise making ensue.
Strangely, neither Ryeowook or Kyuhyun realizes the violent rocking of the couch they're leaning against. Kyuhyun hiccups are out of control and Ryeowook is just staring wordlessly at his wriggling toes underneath his stripped socks.
It is until the two occupants of the couch become still and quiet again moments later that Kyuhyun speaks again. He covers Ryeowook's hand with his own. Warm, gentle and loving.
"We should have our own children. What do you think? You like children, don't you?" Kyuhyun asks expectantly and Ryeowook blinks at him confusedly. What the hell? Usually, Kyuhyun is able to hold alcohol better than Ryeowook, but tonight, Ryeowook isn't sure.
"I can't get pregnant, Kyu," Ryeowook tells him casually and Kyuhyun's jaw drops and his eyes widen considerably. As though he realized something, his dark eyes soften and he eyes Ryeowook with sympathy. He reaches out and places his hand on Ryeowook's shoulder and squeezes.
"I'm sorry," Kyuhyun tells him softly and he sighs disappointedly, turning his eyes to the floor dejectedly.
"No, stupid," Ryeowook hisses angrily as he slaps a hand over his forehead. "I don't have a uterus. Men don't have uteruses, idiot! Exactly how much have you drunk tonight?"
"You're sure?" Kyuhyun looks up at him again with hopeful eyes, completely unaware and not catching on to the dangers of the situation. Ryeowook feels like punching his face really hard.
"Ask that one more time and I'm going to kill you and then feed you to Eunhyuk's dog," Ryeowook threatens as he gropes the floor blindly for the soju bottle so that he can hit Kyuhyun with it. Kyuhyun gasps loudly.
"Shh, no verbal abuse in front of the children!" Kyuhyun whispers quickly, turning around to glance anxiously at the two male tangled up messily on the couch sleeping soundly.
Ryeowook covers his face with both his hands. He needs an aspirin, or two.
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