Speechless [Drabble]
Title: Speechless [Drabble]
Word Count: 534
Pairing: Yesung/Ryeowook
Rating: PG
Summary: Ryeowook finds himself unable to speak because of a fight with Yesung. Yesung tries to get him to speak again.
Disclaimer: Title taken from "Speechless" by Lady Gaga
He misspoke. He said the wrong things at the wrong times and he made things more complicated by opening his mouth. He was sorry but it wasn’t good enough. Those words were the last ones he would say to Yesung.
“You can’t be like this, Ryeowook. This is ridiculous.”
Ryeowook wouldn’t say a word. He was afraid to. If he lost Yesung, who else would there be? He wanted Yesung; he needed Yesung.
If he said another word, he would end things. That was the last thing he wanted.
“I love you.”
Those words weren’t enough for him. He thought he was stupid and he didn’t deserve it. He looked away and hung his head. He tightened his lips and crossed his arms, closing himself off from Yesung. Yesung sighed, leaving Ryeowook alone for the rest of the night.
That night, Yesung lay in bed, staring at Ryeowook’s back. He wouldn’t lie back down and instead sat in the dark, his hands folded on his lap and his eyes were fixed on the wall. Yesung would toss and turn, sighed loudly, hoping he’ll get Ryeowook to say something, even if it was to stop him from moving. Nothing worked; it was like Ryeowook was in a trance.
Yesung had never seen someone so unmoved like Ryeowook was. He acted like a trauma victim and in a way, he was.
Ryeowook sat still, before finally moving to the living room, shutting the door behind him. Yesung sighed in frustration and got up out of bed. He opened the door and looked down the hallway. He could see Ryeowook sitting on the couch, the light on over his head, still in the same position with his hands folded. Yesung walked over to him and sat down.
He stared at Ryeowook, made faces at him, but nothing. Ryeowook just looked right through him, unmoved and without a word.
Then Yesung got an idea. He kissed Ryeowook, deeply, his hands on his face, pulling him closer. Ryeowook’s eyes widened and his hands came undone. Yesung slowly moved Ryeowook back onto the couch, never letting him go. He continued to kiss him, while he moved himself on top of Ryeowook. He finally let go and looked down at him.
Ryeowook’s mouth was wide open and he was staring straight into Yesung’s eyes. Yesung couldn’t help but smile. Then he frowned and sighed.
“What’s wrong with you? You know how worried I have been over you. What kind of person just stops talking just because of a fight? Why are you-”
Ryeowook sat up and kissed Yesung, his arms around his neck, clutching him tightly. He looked at Yesung, and panted heavily. He closed his eyes.
“I love you,” he whispered.
Yesung felt a wave of relief, warming him. He pushed Ryeowook back onto the couch and kissed him over and over again. He never realized how much hearing Ryeowook’s voice made him happy; more than the taste of him on his lips, the feel of his skin on his own. It was his voice that made Yesung feel comfort, it was hearing him say, “I love you” that made him feel safe and secure.
“I love you, too.”
THE END
Word Count: 534
Pairing: Yesung/Ryeowook
Rating: PG
Summary: Ryeowook finds himself unable to speak because of a fight with Yesung. Yesung tries to get him to speak again.
Disclaimer: Title taken from "Speechless" by Lady Gaga
He misspoke. He said the wrong things at the wrong times and he made things more complicated by opening his mouth. He was sorry but it wasn’t good enough. Those words were the last ones he would say to Yesung.
“You can’t be like this, Ryeowook. This is ridiculous.”
Ryeowook wouldn’t say a word. He was afraid to. If he lost Yesung, who else would there be? He wanted Yesung; he needed Yesung.
If he said another word, he would end things. That was the last thing he wanted.
“I love you.”
Those words weren’t enough for him. He thought he was stupid and he didn’t deserve it. He looked away and hung his head. He tightened his lips and crossed his arms, closing himself off from Yesung. Yesung sighed, leaving Ryeowook alone for the rest of the night.
That night, Yesung lay in bed, staring at Ryeowook’s back. He wouldn’t lie back down and instead sat in the dark, his hands folded on his lap and his eyes were fixed on the wall. Yesung would toss and turn, sighed loudly, hoping he’ll get Ryeowook to say something, even if it was to stop him from moving. Nothing worked; it was like Ryeowook was in a trance.
Yesung had never seen someone so unmoved like Ryeowook was. He acted like a trauma victim and in a way, he was.
Ryeowook sat still, before finally moving to the living room, shutting the door behind him. Yesung sighed in frustration and got up out of bed. He opened the door and looked down the hallway. He could see Ryeowook sitting on the couch, the light on over his head, still in the same position with his hands folded. Yesung walked over to him and sat down.
He stared at Ryeowook, made faces at him, but nothing. Ryeowook just looked right through him, unmoved and without a word.
Then Yesung got an idea. He kissed Ryeowook, deeply, his hands on his face, pulling him closer. Ryeowook’s eyes widened and his hands came undone. Yesung slowly moved Ryeowook back onto the couch, never letting him go. He continued to kiss him, while he moved himself on top of Ryeowook. He finally let go and looked down at him.
Ryeowook’s mouth was wide open and he was staring straight into Yesung’s eyes. Yesung couldn’t help but smile. Then he frowned and sighed.
“What’s wrong with you? You know how worried I have been over you. What kind of person just stops talking just because of a fight? Why are you-”
Ryeowook sat up and kissed Yesung, his arms around his neck, clutching him tightly. He looked at Yesung, and panted heavily. He closed his eyes.
“I love you,” he whispered.
Yesung felt a wave of relief, warming him. He pushed Ryeowook back onto the couch and kissed him over and over again. He never realized how much hearing Ryeowook’s voice made him happy; more than the taste of him on his lips, the feel of his skin on his own. It was his voice that made Yesung feel comfort, it was hearing him say, “I love you” that made him feel safe and secure.
“I love you, too.”
THE END