My heart still beats for that love (2)
I split the story into three parts to separate the different focus on Kyuhyun (prologue) and Ryeowook (main story) and the last part (epilogue). No, they don’t fuck in this one lol. I'm still writing part 3 ^^ I just realized how bad the title and summary sounds but I really can't think of anything else. Stole the title from SORRY, SORRY - Answer haha :D
My heart still beats for that love | G
Kyuhyun/Ryeowook
He thought he could have everything he wanted…
The valet had Ryeowook’s sports car waiting in the front of the building entrance when the musician came down from the restaurant. Ryeowook snatched the keys from the man in uniform without a word; dread was etched onto his face and nobody would question the usually cheerful star’s coldness tonight.
Ryeowook hastened into his white Audi R8, sliding the key smoothly into the ignition and turned. The engine gave out a thunderous but pleasing sound to his ears. He ripped his tie from around his neck in one pull and loosened the collar of his shirt, he was burning. His grasp around the steering was tense and firm as he shot off into the darkened and almost empty streets, searching for one Cho Kyuhyun.
He contemplated many things while he drove at a rather deadly speed, his lips were pursed into a single line and his eyes were furrowed with the turmoil in himself-thoughts filled with Kyuhyun and too many questions. The younger man was being unreasonable, Ryeowook thought, storming off like that without any proper excuses.
“I can’t be your friend?” Ryeowook wanted to scoff, but it came out of his mouth a little soft. Strangely, he felt heartbroken. He began to think that the abrupt ending to this cherished friendship was his fault. He couldn’t understand what made Kyuhyun stand up and walk out of his life so easily. He must have done something to upset the younger man so much.
Truthfully, he had grown very fond of the man, nothing alike what he felt for his other friends. Ever since they became friends, Ryeowook had taken the trouble to make sure he saw Kyuhyun regularly-arranging their meeting at formal venues for lunch or dinner, whenever their hectic schedules allowed them (once a month gradually became every alternate weekend). Every time, he learned more about the other man and when he realized it at last, he admired Kyuhyun excessively almost to the brim of obsession.
It was his first time he’d wanted to keep someone so close to him, but Kyuhyun had just given him the impression that he wasn’t worth enough to please the man anymore. Maybe Kyuhyun was tired of Ryeowook already. Cho Kyuhyun was a man to be envied by everyone, after all. Good-looks, wealth and fame; he had everything he could possibly want-beautiful women flocked around him and he was friends with many famous icons. Where could Ryeowook possibly fit in such a prefect picture?
He was driving for the past half hour when something caught his eyes in the corner of the avenue he was in-never-ending camera flashes and a multitude of photographers and curious passersby. Ryeowook pulled into the side of the curb; the engine purred like a tamed tiger.
Some of the photographers had started dashing towards his car, waving their cameras, shouting his name and pointing. He had been caught, but he guessed it didn’t matter anyway. He noticed how Kyuhyun had turned to glance at him momentarily in the distance, but his vision of the man was obstructed quickly. The paparazzis had already swarmed Ryeowook’s car like a horde of ravenous zombies that had discovered fresh meat-the flashing lights kind of zombies.
He sighed audibly inside the leather enclosure on his car; the burst of sharp white lights in his face had become incessant. Ryeowook killed the ignition of his car and when he unlocked the door and stepped outside, the noisy clamour made his head spin. He pushed past them quite discourteously, disregarding the tens of camera lenses pointed at him as he made his way towards the actor roughly fifty metres ahead.
Kyuhyun turned around when Ryeowook called his name. His expression was unfriendly and it pulled at Ryeowook’s heartstrings-Kyuhyun always looked at him warmly, a blissful sight to Ryeowook. Now, there was nothing left on his handsome face but disdain at the older man. A ring of paparazzis had formed around them, taking photographs of them in the moment of high-tension.
“Let’s talk somewhere private,” Ryeowook said, his large eyes were pleading and his smile was fragile. Kyuhyun didn’t make a reply but he obediently followed Ryeowook back to his car.
The drive was quiet. Ryeowook was driving below thirty miles per hour to let their drive last for just enough time for them to mend their friendship. Kyuhyun in the passenger seat was staring out the window, arms crossed.
“Tell me why.” Ryeowook had found his voice again. Kyuhyun turned and look at him, but Ryeowook’s eyes remained on the road. He wondered if Kyuhyun could see his hands and arms shaking from apprehension. “Why can’t we be friends, Kyuhyun?” He asked softly.
“We can’t be friends, Ryeowook,” Kyuhyun said, and each time Ryeowook heard those words, his heart bled a little more. “It’s difficult on me,” Kyuhyun told him. “I want the best for you, Ryeowook, but right now, I don’t think our friendship is best for the both of us. It’s not your fault, but there is so much more I want of you, but you don’t feel the same way-”
Ryeowook swerved his car all the sudden and pulled up at the side of the highway with a violent jolt which took Kyuhyun aback. He turned to Ryeowook and he regretted it when he did. “I’m giving you my all, Kyuhyun. What have I done wrong that you’re doing this me?” Tears had spilled from Ryeowook’s beautiful eyes and the pain in Kyuhyun’s chest had multiplied a thousand times. “I’m doing my best to be the perfect friend you could ever want and need…” he sobbed loudly and lowered his head with shame, his tears falling onto his suit and thighs.
“You are a perfect friend, Ryeowook. You’re everything I want, need and more,” Kyuhyun admitted.
“Then why can’t we be friends? I don’t understand what you want from me that you think I can’t give. Tell me what else you want, Kyuhyun, I’ll give it to you-” Ryeowook’s voice was shaking uncontrollably by then; he couldn’t hold back his sobs any longer. He stopped however when he felt warm fingers trace his wet jaw and cup his chin.
Kyuhyun lifted Ryeowook’s face and made the smaller man look at him. The actor had a light smile on his face as he wiped Ryeowook’s tears away with his thumb. “Ryeowook,” he whispered affectionately and the musician hiccupped adorably. “What I want from you is this.” He finished his sentence by leaning over and capturing Ryeowook’s lips with his own.
Ryeowook’s eyes grew wide at first when Kyuhyun’s mouth closed over his, but slowly, he relaxed into the kiss and smiled into it. He finally realized what the younger man had wanted all this time. He was confused in the beginning, but his heart flared with a burst of happiness when he realized that he was so special to the other man.
Kyuhyun pulled away slowly and found Ryeowook’s brown orbs gazing straight at his calmly, it was vacant. “Ryeowook, I love you,” he whispered softly and he waited for the look of disgust that would come; but instead, Ryeowook smiled so wide, a smile so different and beautiful from what Kyuhyun or anyone had seen before.
Ryeowook’s answer was to lean back up to kiss Kyuhyun tenderly. Kyuhyun’s heart swelled up with happiness that it could burst any moment.
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My heart still beats for that love | G
Kyuhyun/Ryeowook
He thought he could have everything he wanted…
The valet had Ryeowook’s sports car waiting in the front of the building entrance when the musician came down from the restaurant. Ryeowook snatched the keys from the man in uniform without a word; dread was etched onto his face and nobody would question the usually cheerful star’s coldness tonight.
Ryeowook hastened into his white Audi R8, sliding the key smoothly into the ignition and turned. The engine gave out a thunderous but pleasing sound to his ears. He ripped his tie from around his neck in one pull and loosened the collar of his shirt, he was burning. His grasp around the steering was tense and firm as he shot off into the darkened and almost empty streets, searching for one Cho Kyuhyun.
He contemplated many things while he drove at a rather deadly speed, his lips were pursed into a single line and his eyes were furrowed with the turmoil in himself-thoughts filled with Kyuhyun and too many questions. The younger man was being unreasonable, Ryeowook thought, storming off like that without any proper excuses.
“I can’t be your friend?” Ryeowook wanted to scoff, but it came out of his mouth a little soft. Strangely, he felt heartbroken. He began to think that the abrupt ending to this cherished friendship was his fault. He couldn’t understand what made Kyuhyun stand up and walk out of his life so easily. He must have done something to upset the younger man so much.
Truthfully, he had grown very fond of the man, nothing alike what he felt for his other friends. Ever since they became friends, Ryeowook had taken the trouble to make sure he saw Kyuhyun regularly-arranging their meeting at formal venues for lunch or dinner, whenever their hectic schedules allowed them (once a month gradually became every alternate weekend). Every time, he learned more about the other man and when he realized it at last, he admired Kyuhyun excessively almost to the brim of obsession.
It was his first time he’d wanted to keep someone so close to him, but Kyuhyun had just given him the impression that he wasn’t worth enough to please the man anymore. Maybe Kyuhyun was tired of Ryeowook already. Cho Kyuhyun was a man to be envied by everyone, after all. Good-looks, wealth and fame; he had everything he could possibly want-beautiful women flocked around him and he was friends with many famous icons. Where could Ryeowook possibly fit in such a prefect picture?
He was driving for the past half hour when something caught his eyes in the corner of the avenue he was in-never-ending camera flashes and a multitude of photographers and curious passersby. Ryeowook pulled into the side of the curb; the engine purred like a tamed tiger.
Some of the photographers had started dashing towards his car, waving their cameras, shouting his name and pointing. He had been caught, but he guessed it didn’t matter anyway. He noticed how Kyuhyun had turned to glance at him momentarily in the distance, but his vision of the man was obstructed quickly. The paparazzis had already swarmed Ryeowook’s car like a horde of ravenous zombies that had discovered fresh meat-the flashing lights kind of zombies.
He sighed audibly inside the leather enclosure on his car; the burst of sharp white lights in his face had become incessant. Ryeowook killed the ignition of his car and when he unlocked the door and stepped outside, the noisy clamour made his head spin. He pushed past them quite discourteously, disregarding the tens of camera lenses pointed at him as he made his way towards the actor roughly fifty metres ahead.
Kyuhyun turned around when Ryeowook called his name. His expression was unfriendly and it pulled at Ryeowook’s heartstrings-Kyuhyun always looked at him warmly, a blissful sight to Ryeowook. Now, there was nothing left on his handsome face but disdain at the older man. A ring of paparazzis had formed around them, taking photographs of them in the moment of high-tension.
“Let’s talk somewhere private,” Ryeowook said, his large eyes were pleading and his smile was fragile. Kyuhyun didn’t make a reply but he obediently followed Ryeowook back to his car.
The drive was quiet. Ryeowook was driving below thirty miles per hour to let their drive last for just enough time for them to mend their friendship. Kyuhyun in the passenger seat was staring out the window, arms crossed.
“Tell me why.” Ryeowook had found his voice again. Kyuhyun turned and look at him, but Ryeowook’s eyes remained on the road. He wondered if Kyuhyun could see his hands and arms shaking from apprehension. “Why can’t we be friends, Kyuhyun?” He asked softly.
“We can’t be friends, Ryeowook,” Kyuhyun said, and each time Ryeowook heard those words, his heart bled a little more. “It’s difficult on me,” Kyuhyun told him. “I want the best for you, Ryeowook, but right now, I don’t think our friendship is best for the both of us. It’s not your fault, but there is so much more I want of you, but you don’t feel the same way-”
Ryeowook swerved his car all the sudden and pulled up at the side of the highway with a violent jolt which took Kyuhyun aback. He turned to Ryeowook and he regretted it when he did. “I’m giving you my all, Kyuhyun. What have I done wrong that you’re doing this me?” Tears had spilled from Ryeowook’s beautiful eyes and the pain in Kyuhyun’s chest had multiplied a thousand times. “I’m doing my best to be the perfect friend you could ever want and need…” he sobbed loudly and lowered his head with shame, his tears falling onto his suit and thighs.
“You are a perfect friend, Ryeowook. You’re everything I want, need and more,” Kyuhyun admitted.
“Then why can’t we be friends? I don’t understand what you want from me that you think I can’t give. Tell me what else you want, Kyuhyun, I’ll give it to you-” Ryeowook’s voice was shaking uncontrollably by then; he couldn’t hold back his sobs any longer. He stopped however when he felt warm fingers trace his wet jaw and cup his chin.
Kyuhyun lifted Ryeowook’s face and made the smaller man look at him. The actor had a light smile on his face as he wiped Ryeowook’s tears away with his thumb. “Ryeowook,” he whispered affectionately and the musician hiccupped adorably. “What I want from you is this.” He finished his sentence by leaning over and capturing Ryeowook’s lips with his own.
Ryeowook’s eyes grew wide at first when Kyuhyun’s mouth closed over his, but slowly, he relaxed into the kiss and smiled into it. He finally realized what the younger man had wanted all this time. He was confused in the beginning, but his heart flared with a burst of happiness when he realized that he was so special to the other man.
Kyuhyun pulled away slowly and found Ryeowook’s brown orbs gazing straight at his calmly, it was vacant. “Ryeowook, I love you,” he whispered softly and he waited for the look of disgust that would come; but instead, Ryeowook smiled so wide, a smile so different and beautiful from what Kyuhyun or anyone had seen before.
Ryeowook’s answer was to lean back up to kiss Kyuhyun tenderly. Kyuhyun’s heart swelled up with happiness that it could burst any moment.
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