004. 500w | 30min
Title: i live in a city sorrow built
Rating: (light) nc-17 (warning: dark, mentions of sex, dub-con)
Pairing/Focus: yewook
Summary: post!disbandment, ryeowook and yesung live a quiet life together, removed from the greater world.
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The sun dawns slowly, as if fearful of breaching the quiet tranquillity of the night.
He breathes in the softness of the pillows quietly, waiting for the tell tale signs of Yesung's feet at the door.
"Morning," he says gently, pushing the hair from his forehead, and Ryeowook smiles obligingly.
"Good morning Yesung," he says quietly. His fingers twitch over Yesung's stubble, and he cups the jaw to kiss Yesung slowly.
Yesung melts but Ryeowook stays firm, his lips insistent and just the way Yesung likes it.
"Baby, I need to go to work now. I'll catch see you tonight."
Ryeowook nods, his fingers crinkling Yesung's sleeves before he stands up.
"Miss you already," Yesung says as he stands in the doorway, the sunlight casting shadows on his face and the smile he has on.
"Bye Yesung."
The click of the front door is loud, but Ryeowook relishes it.
He lies in bed for a bit, watching the hands of the clock tick and the sun as it rises carefully, the sunrise brightening before all turns blue.
At ten, he calls Siwon, hugging his arms around his bare torso and his toes rubbing against each other on the wooden floorboards.
"Hello? Siwon here."
"Siwon," Ryeowook breathes quietly, and Siwon makes a small sound of acknowledgement.
"Ryeowook, where have you been we've been looking for you for months are you okay? Is Yesung okay? Have you been treating yourselves okay, not hurt? Ryeowook?"
Ryeowook closes his eyes, breathing in the soft care Siwon emanates.
"Yesung's okay. It's alright."
"Are you?"
Ryeowook nods, clutching the phone tight, and-- oh fuck, he forgot Yesung checks the phone bills and checks the numbers against a phone directory.
"Yeah, yeah I am. Don't worry about me."
Siwon lets out a breath.
"Are you sure? You sure you're okay?"
"As okay as I'll ever be." Ryeowook laughs, the sound hollow and so far. He suddenly misses the past carefree atmosphere that their group had. That their family had.
"Well. If you're sure. Contact us again, don't be a stranger. Make sure you stay fine and healthy. Safe. Stay safe, Ryeowook."
"I will."
"Eat well. Call me, or call someone else. We're all worried about both of you since you left."
Ryeowook clutches the phone, tears already brimming.
"I know."
"Don't be a stranger."
"I won't be."
"Okay. I'll talk to you later."
"Yeah, bye Siwon."
Ryeowook waits until Siwon hangs up before he sinks to the floor, the heels of his hands pressed against his eyelids hard, regulating his breathing. He won't cry.
"Ryeowook," Yesung says as he nudges him awake on the sofa, the TV talking quietly. Ryeowook's eyes flutter open, focussing on the TV for a moment before he looks up, taking in the face above him.
"Yesung."
"I brought some dinner!" He brandishes the takeaway box with some glee before setting it on the dinner table.
"I'm not hungry."
"Okay. I'll leave the leftovers in the fridge; help yourself."
"Okay."
At nine, Ryeowook readies himself.
He climbs into the shower, letting the water soak his underwear as he breathes in the hot steam, rubbing his arms and legs until they're raw. Rubs his stomach, his chest, his neck until they hurt and the hot water burns more than soothes.
He climbs out, wipes his body but leaves the underwear on. He knows what Yesung likes.
It's wet and uncomfortable, but he lies on the bed, facing the balcony doors as he counts the streetlights.
He gets up to two hundred and seventy-eight before Yesung opens the door.
"Baby," Yesung says softly. "My dear Ryeowook. So beautiful."
He holds out his arms and Ryeowook obediently hugs him. He can feel Yesung's cock against his stomach, and he unzips carefully.
The sex is mechanical, and Ryeowook clutches the bedsheets as he works hard to keep the tears in.
"Oh Ryeowook, Ryeowook," Yesung says as he thrusts, his moans punctured by slaps of skin on skin. "You're so good, so hot, so beautiful."
Ryeowook closes his eyes. Imagines it to be someone else, and comes with Yesung's hand on his cock.
Even his body lies.
The next day, he calls Sungmin.
"Hello, Sungmin speaking." Sungmin waits patiently even as Ryeowook tries to control his breathing, tries to control his tears.
"Hello? Is there someone there?"
Ryeowook wants to sob into the phone, have someone there to comfort him. Siwon was so courteous, so expected and with no feeling.
"Sungmin," he finally whispers.
"Ryeowook? Ryeowook is that you? Ryeowook." Sungmin says it in quick concession, and Ryeowook's missed his voice.
"Yeah, yeah it's me."
"Oh Ryeowook," Sungmin says tenderly, and Ryeowook can just picture the tears sliding down his face, quiet and so beautiful. Sungmin was always beautiful.
"Why-- Are you okay? Is Yesung alright?" Ryeowook closes his eyes at the name. "Where are you two? What's been going on-- you guys haven't been in contact at all and we've been trying to contact you but it hasn't been working. What's happening?"
"Nothing, nothing. Nothing's happened. We're both okay."
Sungmin lets it drop. He was always too good at reading people; Ryeowook's missed that.
"Have you talked to anyone else? How've you been? Coping okay?"
"I talked to Siwon yesterday. I'm okay, coping okay."
Sungmin hums. "That's good. If you're okay, then that's the important thing. Is Yesung there?"
Ryeowook holds a breath before he lets go, sitting down against the wall, his underwear uncomfortable as it stretches across his skin. He closes his eyes and draws his legs up, resting his chin on his knees.
"No he's not, he's at work. How're you Sungmin?"
"I'm going good -- I'm still here. Oh shit, I have to go a meeting in five. I'll catch you later, yeah? Call me again, call anyone in the group again. I'm sure they'd love to hear from you both."
"Yeah, yeah I will. Bye Sungmin."
"Bye!"
When Yesung returns, it proceeds much the same as it did the day before. Ryeowook closes his eyes, clenches his fists and pretends this is all a horrible, horrible dream.
He lives through the phone calls to people he used to know. When the bill comes home, he greets the postman at the door and pretends that walking around in his underwear is normal. He never leaves home anyway, and it isn't the worst thing in this house.
He scans through the bills before he takes a permanent marker and puts lines through phone numbers he knows like the back of his hand. Yesung doesn't a suspect a thing.
Ryeowook lives in a way. He just doesn't like it.
Rating: (light) nc-17 (warning: dark, mentions of sex, dub-con)
Pairing/Focus: yewook
Summary: post!disbandment, ryeowook and yesung live a quiet life together, removed from the greater world.
-
The sun dawns slowly, as if fearful of breaching the quiet tranquillity of the night.
He breathes in the softness of the pillows quietly, waiting for the tell tale signs of Yesung's feet at the door.
"Morning," he says gently, pushing the hair from his forehead, and Ryeowook smiles obligingly.
"Good morning Yesung," he says quietly. His fingers twitch over Yesung's stubble, and he cups the jaw to kiss Yesung slowly.
Yesung melts but Ryeowook stays firm, his lips insistent and just the way Yesung likes it.
"Baby, I need to go to work now. I'll catch see you tonight."
Ryeowook nods, his fingers crinkling Yesung's sleeves before he stands up.
"Miss you already," Yesung says as he stands in the doorway, the sunlight casting shadows on his face and the smile he has on.
"Bye Yesung."
The click of the front door is loud, but Ryeowook relishes it.
He lies in bed for a bit, watching the hands of the clock tick and the sun as it rises carefully, the sunrise brightening before all turns blue.
At ten, he calls Siwon, hugging his arms around his bare torso and his toes rubbing against each other on the wooden floorboards.
"Hello? Siwon here."
"Siwon," Ryeowook breathes quietly, and Siwon makes a small sound of acknowledgement.
"Ryeowook, where have you been we've been looking for you for months are you okay? Is Yesung okay? Have you been treating yourselves okay, not hurt? Ryeowook?"
Ryeowook closes his eyes, breathing in the soft care Siwon emanates.
"Yesung's okay. It's alright."
"Are you?"
Ryeowook nods, clutching the phone tight, and-- oh fuck, he forgot Yesung checks the phone bills and checks the numbers against a phone directory.
"Yeah, yeah I am. Don't worry about me."
Siwon lets out a breath.
"Are you sure? You sure you're okay?"
"As okay as I'll ever be." Ryeowook laughs, the sound hollow and so far. He suddenly misses the past carefree atmosphere that their group had. That their family had.
"Well. If you're sure. Contact us again, don't be a stranger. Make sure you stay fine and healthy. Safe. Stay safe, Ryeowook."
"I will."
"Eat well. Call me, or call someone else. We're all worried about both of you since you left."
Ryeowook clutches the phone, tears already brimming.
"I know."
"Don't be a stranger."
"I won't be."
"Okay. I'll talk to you later."
"Yeah, bye Siwon."
Ryeowook waits until Siwon hangs up before he sinks to the floor, the heels of his hands pressed against his eyelids hard, regulating his breathing. He won't cry.
"Ryeowook," Yesung says as he nudges him awake on the sofa, the TV talking quietly. Ryeowook's eyes flutter open, focussing on the TV for a moment before he looks up, taking in the face above him.
"Yesung."
"I brought some dinner!" He brandishes the takeaway box with some glee before setting it on the dinner table.
"I'm not hungry."
"Okay. I'll leave the leftovers in the fridge; help yourself."
"Okay."
At nine, Ryeowook readies himself.
He climbs into the shower, letting the water soak his underwear as he breathes in the hot steam, rubbing his arms and legs until they're raw. Rubs his stomach, his chest, his neck until they hurt and the hot water burns more than soothes.
He climbs out, wipes his body but leaves the underwear on. He knows what Yesung likes.
It's wet and uncomfortable, but he lies on the bed, facing the balcony doors as he counts the streetlights.
He gets up to two hundred and seventy-eight before Yesung opens the door.
"Baby," Yesung says softly. "My dear Ryeowook. So beautiful."
He holds out his arms and Ryeowook obediently hugs him. He can feel Yesung's cock against his stomach, and he unzips carefully.
The sex is mechanical, and Ryeowook clutches the bedsheets as he works hard to keep the tears in.
"Oh Ryeowook, Ryeowook," Yesung says as he thrusts, his moans punctured by slaps of skin on skin. "You're so good, so hot, so beautiful."
Ryeowook closes his eyes. Imagines it to be someone else, and comes with Yesung's hand on his cock.
Even his body lies.
The next day, he calls Sungmin.
"Hello, Sungmin speaking." Sungmin waits patiently even as Ryeowook tries to control his breathing, tries to control his tears.
"Hello? Is there someone there?"
Ryeowook wants to sob into the phone, have someone there to comfort him. Siwon was so courteous, so expected and with no feeling.
"Sungmin," he finally whispers.
"Ryeowook? Ryeowook is that you? Ryeowook." Sungmin says it in quick concession, and Ryeowook's missed his voice.
"Yeah, yeah it's me."
"Oh Ryeowook," Sungmin says tenderly, and Ryeowook can just picture the tears sliding down his face, quiet and so beautiful. Sungmin was always beautiful.
"Why-- Are you okay? Is Yesung alright?" Ryeowook closes his eyes at the name. "Where are you two? What's been going on-- you guys haven't been in contact at all and we've been trying to contact you but it hasn't been working. What's happening?"
"Nothing, nothing. Nothing's happened. We're both okay."
Sungmin lets it drop. He was always too good at reading people; Ryeowook's missed that.
"Have you talked to anyone else? How've you been? Coping okay?"
"I talked to Siwon yesterday. I'm okay, coping okay."
Sungmin hums. "That's good. If you're okay, then that's the important thing. Is Yesung there?"
Ryeowook holds a breath before he lets go, sitting down against the wall, his underwear uncomfortable as it stretches across his skin. He closes his eyes and draws his legs up, resting his chin on his knees.
"No he's not, he's at work. How're you Sungmin?"
"I'm going good -- I'm still here. Oh shit, I have to go a meeting in five. I'll catch you later, yeah? Call me again, call anyone in the group again. I'm sure they'd love to hear from you both."
"Yeah, yeah I will. Bye Sungmin."
"Bye!"
When Yesung returns, it proceeds much the same as it did the day before. Ryeowook closes his eyes, clenches his fists and pretends this is all a horrible, horrible dream.
He lives through the phone calls to people he used to know. When the bill comes home, he greets the postman at the door and pretends that walking around in his underwear is normal. He never leaves home anyway, and it isn't the worst thing in this house.
He scans through the bills before he takes a permanent marker and puts lines through phone numbers he knows like the back of his hand. Yesung doesn't a suspect a thing.
Ryeowook lives in a way. He just doesn't like it.