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"Hey beautiful," Yesung says, planting a kiss near Ryeowook's ear and mussing up his hair. He must still be asleep as he doesn't respond, and Yesung stands, stretching.
When he comes back out of the bathroom, Ryeowook doesn't shift, but he knows that Ryeowook must be tired, asleep, having been up late the night before.
"I have to go to work now," Yesung whispers somewhere around Ryeowook's ear, kisses a cheek and goes on his way.
When Yesung returns, groceries dangling from his right hand, he checks into the bedroom to see Ryeowook in the same position. Must be exhausted, he thinks fondly before closing the door and boiling some water. He'll drink some coffee to stay awake, to keep Ryeowook company when he finally wakes up.
Yesung falls asleep at the kitchen counter instead, cheek cool when he finally wakes up again, the time somewhere between three and four AM. He ducks into the bedroom and helps Ryeowook up, who fights, limbs a bit heavy.
"Have to wake up sometime sleepy head," Yesung says softly as he marches Ryeowook out and seats him in a chair.
Ryeowook is listless as he sits there, seemingly devoid of life. Yesung hums as he brings over a plate, piled high with toast -- the only food he has some reassurance in cooking.
"Eat up!"
Ryeowook doesn't responds, staring out at the window silently, and Yesung pretends he doesn't mind as he turns on the TV and laughs at the jokes loudly.
"It's so funny!" he says, but Ryeowook continues looking out the window, eyes blank and unseeing, and Yesung sighs.
"Okay, you win. Let's go to bed."
Yesung drags Ryeowook off to bed again, and arm under his shoulders and practically carrying his weight.
In bed, Yesung undresses Ryeowook silently and reverently, worshipping the body before him as he unbuttons the pajama shirt. He thinks he feels Ryeowook shiver under his lips as he mouths against Ryeowook's beautiful chest, but Yesung can't be sure as he moves against Ryeowook's thigh. The warmth of the room is a bit much, and sweat is trickling down his face, but Ryeowook remains quiet and calm, cool to touch, and composed. Yesung lets out a grunt as he comes, hands clenched in the bedsheets to avoid bruising and marring Ryeowook's perfect skin.
He gives Ryeowook a slow, lingering kiss before he subsides and surrenders to sleep.
In the morning, Ryeowook is the same as before; beautiful in the sunlight, and Yesung carefully manoeuvres him up, sitting him against the head board. He fingers the gentle, brittle and damaged hair as he leans in for a kiss, right hand gentle against the white porcelain of Ryeowook's jaw.
Ryeowook is hard and unyielding, but Yesung can't deny that he likes that sometimes, and he enjoys the kiss, loves it for all its worth. Loves Ryeowook, for all his worth.
Loves his Ryeowook, cold, porcelain skin, pretty, unyielding mouth and open, unseeing eyes. Loves his Ryeowook with his small, only-noticeable-to-Yesung shivers and pretty hands. Loves him even though he never walks or moves without assistance, and never speaks back.
Like a beautiful, perfect doll, Yesung loves Ryeowook with his heart and soul.