Always With You (Au!fic) [1/3]
Title: Always With You (Au!fic)
Author: Dreaminginside
Words: 27,400
Pairings:Yewook (Brief other pairings as well)
Warnings: None
Disclaimer:LOLNO
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The story of Jongwoon and Ryeowook, their life, love and everything in between. From the moment they meet to the end of forever.
A/N: This fic is set in the verse of the manga Shinkuu Yuusetsu. And I have a lot of people to thank for this! So, this is for all of my friends :) This is the longest thing I've ever written! :D
The Beginning
Jongwoon huffs as his mother hurries him out the door of their house, clinging tightly to her hand as they rush along the cobblestones, focusing on how his bright colored boots move along the path. He nods noncommittally as his mother speaks cheerily, obviously proud of how he’s finally been picked, pouting slightly as she regales to him his future plans.
His lip quivers at the thought, and he’s not sure he likes all this talk of partners and school and nurseries, having been quite comfortable at home with his mother and father and tiny little giggling baby of a younger brother. He was quite content to stay buried within his sheets when his father woke him excitedly this morning, declaring the letter from the doctors had come, and that he was going to meet someone very special today.
He’s even been dressed up for the occasion, new suit moving stiffly along with him and red tie knotted tightly around his little neck, boots the only thing out of place in his outfit. He’s rather proud of having escaped dress shoes, but still has mixed feelings about having had to leave the house in general.
“But mama,” He complains as they reach the steel gates, having been dragged the whole time as his mother fretted being late and what the other child’s parents would think of them if they were. The come to a large common room filled with other couples and their small children, some as wary as he and others flitting around socially, all smiles. “I don’t want to go, I want to stay home with Jongjin.”
“Nonsense,” His mother clucks, smiling brightly down at Jongwoon and simply happy her eldest son’s finally been matched up, beginning to fret for his future as most children had already been matched at three, while Jongwoon was a healthy way into his fourth year. Even though his partner is a boy, a bit of a rarity, she couldn’t be prouder or happier for her child, knowing he’s finding someone he can spend his life with. “You and Ryeowook will get along fine, Jongwoon. And you’ll still be able to come home, it’s not like you’re being excommunicated.”
Jongwoon thinks he may as well be, letting go of his mother’s hand in favor of hiding behind her legs and eyes on the look out for this so called Ryeowook, nearly getting whiplash as he sees his mother call out to another couple walking near, realizing she must recognize them.
There’s a slight boy swinging between them, smaller than Jongwoon, and there’s a smile that stretches his cheeks, eyes crinkling and looking entirely too happy in Jongwoon’s opinion. Their parents exchange bright chatter and confirmation while Jongwoon regards the boy, Ryeowook presumably, with suspicion, returning the bright grin with a shaky twitch of his lips.
“I’m Ryeowook,” The boy says brightly, venturing out from behind the safety of his parent’s legs to step right in front of Jongwoon. Jongwoon recoils and gazes shyly down at his boots, looking up to see Ryeowook’s still smiling face through his bangs, biting his lip slightly. “I’m a supplier! Father says you’re supposed to be my match, what’s your name?”
His voice is sweet, and clear like bells. Jongwoon thinks it sounds nice on his ears and is almost disappointed when the boy stops talking and looks at him expectantly, and realizes he’s supposed to answer. He opens his mouth a few times, but no words come out, instead resolving to memorize the patterns on the ground until his mother nudges him on the shoulder.
“Can’t you talk?” Ryeowook asks him worriedly, eyes widened in concern and leaning down to peek under Jongwoon’s bangs, giving him a gummy smile when he catches his eye. “That’s okay if you can’t, you don’t have to be embarrassed.”
“Jongwoon,” Jongwoon eventually manages to stutter out, and the surprise that lights in Ryeowook’s eyes at his voice is nearly comical, a small laugh slipping from his lips that only serves to make the smaller boy smile wider. He manages to smile back shyly, tugging at his hair nervously. “I think I’m supposed to be your partner from now on, it’s nice to meet you.”
Ryeowook’s smile, if possible, brightens even more, and Jongwoon grudgingly admits that it might be cute. Their parents delight in their seeming ability to get along, and quickly go back to their small talk, leading them over to the actual nursery where their instructions will come. Ryeowook tentatively takes his hand as they walk, and Jongwoon nearly jumps as the small hand wraps around his, blushing furiously and staring ahead.
It’s nothing that he hasn’t heard before, fidgeting as the doctors explain the procedures to all the gathered children standing next to their partners, parents watching proudly from the sides. They’re told of how either one of them is a supplier or a receiver of the energy that flows through their bodies, the exchange of what he knows people of the other country call ‘kissing’. That they must charge at least once a day, and then build up from there. They go on and on about the dangers of not exchanging, of too much built up or too little reserves, and Jongwoon’s eyes slide to Ryeowook out of the corner of his eye, quickly glancing away as the other boy notices him.
He’s seen his parents exchange power hundreds of times, usually just a brief brushing of lips accompanied with a smile and a soft sigh, and he wonders if one day he and Ryeowook will be like that. He’s confident at least that he has the best partner, and quickly determines that Ryeowook is much prettier than any of the girls gathered, black hair flopping into his face and smile shining brightly.
He thinks he’s really lucky.
...
“You’re really pretty, you know,” Jongwoon manages to stumble through as they sit on the ground a bit later, herds of little ones gathered around still, ranging from shy to outgoing to some even already successful in their transfers, brimming with excitement. He managed to make their first time a fantastic failure, missing Ryeowook’s lips completely and becoming so perplexed by the time they managed to set him straight that nothing happened, his mother apologizing profusely to Ryeowook’s, the others laughing it off. Ryeowook just smiled his little smile at Jongwoon, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek.
“I’m not a girl,” Ryeowook huffs, and Jongwoon stutters in embarrassment, hoping he hasn’t made Ryeowook dislike him and resorting to staring at his boots again until Ryeowook pushes on his shoulder. “But that’s very nice of you, Jongwoon.”
“I don’t mean girl pretty,” Jongwoon mumbles, but gives up on his logic quest shortly after beginning it, puffing his cheeks out in a pout as Ryeowook giggles at him, crossing his arm over his chest and sighing. A comfortable silence falls between them, and Jongwoon thinks he might start to hyperventilate as he considers what he’s going to do, nerves standing on end as he risks a nervous glance to his parents, seeing them nod encouragingly.
Eventually he musters up the courage to turn his head and look Ryeowook straight in the eye, and though he can see the question on the boy’s lips he ignores it, leaning forward lightening fast to allow their lips to touch the briefest of moments, trying as best he can to relax as one hand grips Ryeowook’s, hoping he doesn’t manage to screw it up this time.
He nearly gasps at the electricity that seems to run through his body, and lingers a moment longer before he feels Ryeowook sag slightly, pulling back in alarm and seeing the same surprise mirrored on the younger boy’s face, lips tingling and feeling brighter than he has in weeks.
“Are you okay?” Jongwoon feels his heart beating fast and thinks that this must be what it’s like to know another person is your true partner, cheeks pinking as Ryeowook seems to become boneless next to him, falling against his shoulder as their parents rush over. He’s got a shy smile on his face though, and Jongwoon can’t help but smile back. “Mama, what’s wrong with Ryeowook? Did I do something wrong?”
“I think I broke him,” He says solemnly, and the adults chuckle and Jongwoon is very confused, trying to prop Ryeowook back up, keeping an arm around the smaller boy’s shoulders in case he needs it. His mother pats him on the head and he looks up at her with wide eyes, and he pouts when he hears a little laugh escape Ryeowook’s mouth too.
“No, dear,” Ryeowook’s mother assures him, chuckling at how shy the two’s interactions are, as much like the other children in the room, slowly adjusting to their new lives. She thinks she could trust her son in the hands of this shy little boy, wanting to pinch his cheeks as he continues to fret over Ryeowook. “You simply took too much power, he’ll be back to normal with a little bit of time.”
“It’s not unusual at all for it to happen with your first charge,” Jongwoon’s mother smiles and Jongwoon seems a bit less forlorn, Ryeowook beginning to stir again next to him. “You’ll get used to it.”
“I’m sorry, Ryeowook,” Jongwoon squeaks, glaring at his boots again as if it’s their fault, swinging his legs back and forth as his mother and Ryeowook’s parents chat excitedly, no doubt making plans for when they’re to go off to the nursery, and eventually school. Jongwoon realizes with a sense of dread that he’s going to have to actually pick something to study, and the thought makes his brain hurt. “I’ll try not to take so much next time.”
“It’s okay,” Ryeowook chirps happily, recovering rather quickly but still leaning against Jongwoon, clearly happy at being able to complete their first charge, seemingly brimming with excitement. “And mother says that it happens all the time, we’ll get better! We have the rest of our lives, after all!”
Jongwoon smiles shyly at Ryeowook’s statement and crowds in when his mother insists on a picture to be able to show his father later, pushing he and Ryeowook closer together and pulling out her camera. Ryeowook’s parents coo as well at their shy looks, and Ryeowook wraps an arm around Jongwoon’s shoulders before the older boy’s mother snaps the photo, their heads pressed together and legs still swinging.
Jongwoon flushes as Ryeowook kisses his cheek again before they part, chattering happily about the nursery and all the things they’ll get to do and experience, and Jongwoon simply nods, a small part of him just happy that Ryeowook is happy. That warm feeling is still coursing through his body, and his smile grows.
The rest of his life doesn’t sound so bad.
....
A Day
Ryeowook wakes up to the same routine he’s used to every morning, Jongwoon clanging about in their shared room, sleepy muttered curses as he trips over things on his side of the room. Ryeowook keeps his eyes closed for those last precious moments of rest before Jongwoon crashes into his bed, gently shaking his shoulder.
“Ryeowook,” He says softly, biting his lip as he looks at the clock and knows his morning class starts soon and that he needs to charge before it, but Ryeowook always looks so peaceful when he sleeps. He pouts when Ryeowook soundly ignores him, but the twitch of his lips tells him Ryeowook is really awake. “Come on, wake up, you can sleep a little more after I charge.”
Ryeowook grudgingly opens his eyes to see Jongwoon staring awkwardly down at him, and thinks that they would have gotten over this after ten years of being with each other like this. The thought makes him chuckle, and Jongwoon looks at him in confusion, but leans down anyway, hovering over Ryeowook for a moment before pressing their lips together. Ryeowook sighs softly as he feels some of the built up power leave him, Jongwoon’s lips warm against his until he pulls away, smiling brightly at Ryeowook and still only half dressed, hair sleep disheveled and tie out of place.
“Honestly,” Ryeowook mutters, re doing Jongwoon’s tie so that it lays flat along the older boy’s dress shirt, making the knot cleanly and directing Jongwoon to where he knows his blazer lies, shaking his head fondly. That boy has always had his head in the clouds, but it’s what makes him different, and Ryeowook can certainly appreciate that. “What would you ever do without me, Jongwoon.”
“Die?” Jongwoon mutters, searching valiantly for his blazer in the mass of clothes that accumulate next to his bed, wondering how Ryeowook can keep his side of the room so neat, slightly envious. He attempts to pat down his hair in the mean time, sure from Ryeowook’s giggles that it is standing up in every which way. “No one could replace you as my partner, I’d probably shrivel up and die.”
A small blush paints Ryeowook’s cheeks at Jongwoon’s offhand words, and Jongwoon’s probably unintending sappiness never fails to make him smile, slowly beginning to rouse himself from bed. His back cracks as he stretches, figuring he might as well get ready to go too, not looking forward to the cold morning walk from their dorms to the classroom buildings.
“Does your class run over lunch today?” Jongwoon calls back, happy noise escaping his throat as he manages to find the elusive blazer, throwing it over his shoulders and buttoning quickly as Ryeowook leisurely begins getting dressed, having already set out all his things for the day the night before. “Or will you have time to charge before?”
“My class is lunch,” Ryeowook mumbles, rubbing the last of the sleep out of his eyes and glad to see that Jongwoon is at least finally ready, looking at him expectantly for his answer. “We’re cooking through today, but I can come find you when it’s done. Will you be with your little turtles?”
“Tortoises,” Jongwoon corrects automatically, used to the fact that Ryeowook will always and forever call his little pets turtles but resigned to correcting him anyway. “And yeah, that’s fine. We’ll be in greenhouse five today, I’ll see you then?”
Ryeowook nods and waves Jongwoon on his way, flopping back on his bed again and swinging his legs, trying to find the will to leave the warmth of his room and make his way to class, already planning to if he’ll be able to sneak some away for Jongwoon, knowing how much the older boy likes his cooking.
“Ryeowook! We’re gonna be late!” He hears some of his friends pounding on the door and reluctantly tears himself away from the warm welcome of his bed, tottering towards the door and greeting the small group with an abashed grin, short apologies made before they’re off.
...
Ryeowook has a bag of fresh croissants toted over his shoulder while he wanders off to find Jongwoon, waving off his friends and cheerfully heading on his way, grinning at the calls of you’re so lucky Ryeowook, my partner is all the way in the middle of the girl’s dorms!. Sometimes being different pays off, he supposes.
Jongwoon is, predictably, nigh impossible to locate, even with the help of his classmates. They declared him having wandered off a near half an hour before Ryeowook had arrived, presumably out into the forest to research things for whatever they happen to be doing. Ryeowook sighs, unsurprised, and simply shrugs as he goes off on to search for him, ignoring the snickers of how strange Jongwoon is.
He’s beginning to get that small ache in his head that tells him he’s storing too much power as he tracks through the marshy lands in an attempt to find the older boy, and smiles when he finds him bent over a stream, notebook set aside and talking to what appears to be some small fish.
“Enjoying yourself?” Ryeowook says softly, crouching down next to Jongwoon and watching with no small amusement how he nearly falls into the stream himself, eyes wide in surprise and clearly not having expected Ryeowook to ‘appear’ next to him. “This doesn’t look very much like ‘greenhouse 5’ does it?”
Jongwoon’s face falls and Ryeowook smiles to let the elder know he’s teasing, handing him the bag of fresh pastries and watching the way his face lights up, quickly munching on one and throwing a little piece to his newfound marine friends. Ryeowook shakes his head as Jongwoon attempts to speak through a full mouth, crumbs splaying everywhere.
“Sorry, Ryeowook,” He mumbles happily around the food in his mouth, picking his notebook up and brushing off his pants, writing down a few quick notes before turning to Ryeowook, smile bright and waving his notes at him, filled with diagrams and scribbles. “I got caught up in some studies out here, I lost track of the time.”
“Your energy is boundless,” Ryeowook chuckles, poking Jongwoon on the cheek and standing up, extending a hand to help the taller boy up and taking a moment to enjoy the surroundings, understanding why Jongwoon chose such a branch of study. “Aren’t you feeling at all tired? It’s at least half hour past when we usually charge.”
“Nope!” Jongwoon says cheerfully, accepting Ryeowook’s hand gratefully and brushing off his pants again when he stands before leaning down to brush his lips chastely over Ryeowook’s. It’s like a sigh the way he feels the energy course back into him, lips tingling the same way they did ten years ago, light feeling having never tarnished. “Why, were you getting one of your headaches?”
“It’s fine now,” The worry in Jongwoon’s tone makes him shake his head quickly, knowing the other boy will just blame himself for wandering off and not wanting to have to have Jongwoon crawling back into his shell and being sullen for the rest of the day. “And I’d imagine we’re okay until dinner now at least, so no need to worry now, hm?”
Jongwoon gazes at him skeptically for a moment before simply shaking his head, grabbing Ryeowook’s hand and pulling him out the direction he came, though much more sure footed. Ryeowook simply smiles at him when he looks back, and chuckles when he notices how dirty Jongwoon’s uniform really is, sleeves rolled up and tie yet again out of place, wayward branch seeming to stick out of his hair.
“Honestly, Jongwoon,” Ryeowook repeats teasingly, lingering fondness that’s always in his voice when he speak to Jongwoon, tightening his hand around Jongwoon’s as they walk, half empty bag of pastries swinging between them. It’s a short walk back to the greenhouse, and Jongwoon waves his arrival sheepishly, blushing at the catcalls of his classmates. “What would you ever do without me?”
Jongwoon grins brightly, putting a finger to his lips and mouthing that’s a secret, finally unlocking hands with Ryeowook and scooting him back on his way, calling something about seeing him after class, heading straight to where the tortoises lie under lamps, face brightening even more.
Ryeowook grins as he walks out, even knowing he’ll have to rush back to the culinary building to be able to make his afternoon class, content to leisurely stroll back. Jongwoon’s answer runs through his head again and makes him laugh, full and musical, something so Jongwoon about it that it can’t help but make him smile.
The sun is warm on his back, and another day of their lives closes without excitement, slowly intertwining more and more in ways that even they do not see.
...
Jongwoon’s mother nods in satisfaction as Jongwoon’s pants finally fit enough to be presentable in her opinion, and Ryeowook giggles off to the corner, Jongwoon looking quite uncomfortable in his new uniform.
“See how much you’re laughing when you’re all stuck up with pins next year,” Jongwoon grumbles, glaring at Ryeowook and pouting as his mother insists on hemming one more centimeter off, declaring he will be impeccably dressed for when he enters his high school classes. Ryeowook simply shakes his head, forgoing pity for amusement at the older boy, seeing Jongjin standing outside the door and laughing at the event as well. “Then I’ll have my revenge.”
“No revenge needed,” Ryeowook waves his hands in surrender as Jongwoon continues to pout, wincing as he’s paraded about again, his mother chatting animatedly and adding a stitch here and here, until the emblem is sewn perfectly symmetrical on Jongwoon’s chest. “And besides, at least you look nice in it. Quite fetching, I’d say.”
“Amber says you look handsome,” Jongjin chimes in, poking his head snickering as the young girl punches him on the shoulder, causing him to only laugh harder. Ryeowook has to cover his mouth to keep from laughing as well, and it doesn’t escape Jongwoon’s notice. Jongwoon sputters at all of them before shutting his mouth resolutely and refusing to speak until after his mother finally declares him finished, huffing and making a bee line for his room.
“She has good taste, you know,” Ryeowook teases, following Jongwoon and slipping by the door. Jongwoon ignores him and sits down on the window sill, giving the younger boy a baleful look, not quite convinced.
“Yes yes, tease as you must,” He mutters, crossing his arms and staring at his socked feet as is still his habit, swinging them back and forth as Ryeowook sits down next to him, silence comfortable between them as Ryeowook leans back against the window. “Wait until next year, knowing your mother, she’ll be even worse than mine about nitpicking how those pants fit your skinny little legs.”
“Unnecessary,” Ryeowook pouts, shoving Jongwoon’s arm lightly and crossing his arms too, the two of them sitting and avoiding each other’s gazes, knees touching as the lean back against the sill. Ryeowook sighs eventually, breaking the silence to prod at Jongwoon’s arm. “And to think I was going to tell you that you were very handsome in that piece of work.”
Jongwoon’s face gets redder with every words out of Ryeowook’s mouth, cheeks flushed an embarrassed pink, and he just swings his legs faster, silent for another moment. Ryeowook sits awkwardly beside him and watches as Jongwoon swings his legs, knowing the tactic for when the older boy is nervous and doesn’t know what to say.
“Thank you,” Jongwoon finally mumbles, looking up only to press a quick kiss to Ryeowook’s cheek, thanks floating past the younger boy’s ear as his own cheeks pinken a bit, feeling a bit more like an elementary schooler again than one almost in high school. “I’m sure you’ll look every bit as nice, you’re so much more suited to these clothes anyway.”
Ryeowook only shakes his head, bumping his knee against the older boy’s and leaning his head on his shoulder, content to rest a little before the flurry of chaos that is Jongwoon’s family barges in and calls them for dinner. He can already hear Jongwoon’s father’s voice booming from down the steps, sighing and closing his eyes to create their own little cocoon.
Silence swirls comfortable around them, and when Jongwoon hesitantly nudges Ryeowook’s shoulder he tips his head up expectantly, hand moving to Jongwoon’s thigh to steady himself as he leans up. Jongwoon sighs when their lips touch, warm compared to the chilled window, always warm.
Snow falls heavy outside the window, but Ryeowook pays it no mind, eventually dozing against Jongwoon’s shoulder as the older boy softly counts the flakes, low voice lulling him to sleep.
He dreams of still white silence, and empty world where he sits alone in a single chair, wordless and watching everything pass him by. He wakes when Jongwoon shakes him, staring down worriedly as the sound comes back, telling him that it’s time for dinner and are you okay?.
Ryeowook shakes his head quickly and just nods, smile pulling at his lips as he grabs for Jongwoon’s hand, pulling him gently off the sill so that they can go to the dining room, noise reassuring as all the sounds begin to slowly wash over him. Jongwoon’s smile is brilliant when Ryeowook smiles at him, and Ryeowook thinks he can answer the older boy’s question truthfully.
He’s perfect.
...
Passing Time
Jongwoon decides rather quickly that he is quite wary of Ryeowook’s new friend, Henry.
Ryeowook talks about him excitedly one evening, telling of the new exchange student from the country over that makes the best sweets, and that he’ll be eating with him that night. Jongwoon simply blinks and nods, while not uncommon for exchange students to go to and fro between the neighboring countries, it isn’t that common for him to actually meet one.
His name is Henry Lau, Jongwoon finds, and he looks as if he should still be in middle school, cheeks still chubby with baby fat and eyes bright, lips only hardly stuttering around their language.
“So you two are lovers, then?” He asks curiously as they eat, face stuffed with food in a way that makes Jongwoon want to shove a hand over his mouth, seeing Ryeowook laugh at the pouting look on his face. Henry seems to know some of the elements of their culture, but what he doesn’t he is eager to question, seemingly fascinated by the relationships that they all hold. Jongwoon never thought to give them any thought before, but the question makes him frown, Ryeowook answering in his stead.
“No, that’s not quite how it works,” Ryeowook laughs and shakes his head, and Jongwoon frowns into his food, not quite sure why the answer bothers him so much. Henry watches with rapt attention, and Jongwoon finds it almost amusing, chatter permeating the entire room. “When we’re very young we get sent to the nursery, where the doctors find our ‘partner’, the one whose wavelength matches ours completely. It isn’t uncommon for partners to often become lovers, and the heterosexual pairs usually end up with children in the end.”
“That’s not to say that dating outside your partner doesn’t happen either, it’s just that no one ever comes before them,” Ryeowook continues, ticking off all the he can remember on his fingers as Jongwoon and Henry watch, trying to recall all that his parents had told him. “Your partner is the one that you need, others just end up inconsequential in the end. Just like when Jongwoon moves out next year, I’ll move in with him and commute.”
“Well, in my country what all of you do is usually reserved for lovers,” Henry nods as he chews slowly, seemingly absorbing all the information as the chatter shifts to henry and his life back home, the ways of his country. Jongwoon listens with half an ear and ponders Ryeowook’s answer, having known the same himself, but Henry’s question throws him a bit.
Being Ryeowook’s lover, he thinks nervously, and his cheeks heat up at the thought. He shouldn’t be so easy to embarrass, he tells himself sternly, he is graduating this year after all. But it doesn’t stop his mind from venturing into slightly unsafe territory. He nearly gets whiplash when he finally hears his name spoken again, Henry looking at him with that same curiosity.
“I was asking what you studied, Jongwoon,” He repeats cheerfully, and Ryeowook shakes his head, knowing the tirade that is sure to come. “I’m with Ryeowook here, but I hadn’t seen you at all until now. Are you not in cooking then?”
“Jongwoon couldn’t cook his way out a paper bag,” Ryeowook snorts, and this is something familiar that Jongwoon can latch onto, odd feeling in his chest dulling until he can frown at Ryeowook, pouting at being teased. He likes to think that he would be able to manage on his own, but Ryeowook’s head shakes vehemently at the statement, and Henry laughs at their actions.
“I study zoology,” Jongwoon shrugs after awhile, sulking about his losing battle in the face of Ryeowook’s culinary prowess. He speaks shortly, sure that if there’s a need to elaborate then Ryeowook will fill in the blanks for him, staring down at his feet when he talks out of habit. “I like animals.”
Henry seems to find this immensely interesting, though, and showers him in question after question, Ryeowook seemingly amused at how the older boy has to flounder for answers, lips quirking at the perplexed look that seems to settle permanently on his face, unsure of how exactly to regard Henry.
Jongwoon leaves dinner with what he thinks might be a new friend, and Ryeowook laughs at him, patting him sympathetically on the shoulder and telling him you’ll get used to it. Be nice to him though, he’s new here!.
Jongwoon simply grumbles, happy to sulk around like a child for the rest of the evening and drive Ryeowook up the walls, only letting up on his petulance when they’re back in the safety of their dorm room, gripping Ryeowook’s chin to bring their lips together, warmth immediately flooding his senses. He doesn’t know what possess him to, but he lingers a bit longer than usual against Ryeowook, even when the younger boy’s hands curl in his shirt and only pulling away when Ryeowook sags slightly against him, question in his eyes as he looks at Jongwoon.
“Sometimes I just can’t read you,” Ryeowook mutters, staying supported against Jongwoon as the older boy apologizes quickly for taking too much, guiding Ryeowook over to his bed and eases him down, Ryeowook waving him off and unknotting his tie himself, setting about getting ready for bed.
Jongwoon goes to bed feeling uneasy, and wakes up feeling much the same, Ryeowook awake before him for once and eyes still bleary as he feels the warmth settle on his lips, sighing as it slowly draws him awake.
“Ryeowook?” He murmurs curiously, but the younger boy just shoots him a quick smile, patting down Jongwoon’s bed hair before pulling away and finishing tying his tie. The high school uniform on Ryeowook still boggles Jongwoon’s mind, reminding him of how much they’ve both grown, but he ignores it in favor of blinking the sleep out of his eyes. “Early class?”
“No, I’m showing Henry around the classrooms before the first class today,” Ryeowook says offhandedly, expression perking at the hesitant knock on the door. “The poor thing was quite lost yesterday, he’s even younger than me you know.”
“Sure, sure,” Jongwoon grumbles, turning his face over to bury it back in his pillow, sure he has at least another solid thirty minutes of rest left. The energy thrumming through his veins begs to differ though, and he thinks he might have to get up soon anyway. Just as well, he thinks to himself, Ddangkkoma could use more attention anyway.
“Stop pouting,” Ryeowook chastises, shaking his head at Jongwoon and wondering not for the first time how Jongwoon is in fact the older of the two of them, smiling at him fondly. “Want to come to me this time? I know we’re baking cakes today, and they’re your favorite, right? I’ll save a nice piece for you.”
Jongwoon waves a hand above his head to show he heard him and hears Ryeowook sigh, mumbling something under his breath before opening the door and waving Jongwoon goodbye, even if he can’t see it.
The days continue much the same afterward, Ryeowook slowly becoming the one to wake earlier, showing Henry this or that, helping him out here or there. Sometimes he even helps him study their language after classes finish, learning the other country’s customs in the process. He chatters about all this quite excitedly to Jongwoon, who merely nods and listens, growing increasingly perplexed as the days go by as to why it all makes him so angry.
Jongwoon huffs as he hears Ryeowook go one morning, and a few moments later sits up so quickly he can actually hear his back crack. He blinks dumbly as the epiphany comes over him, mouth slack and cheeks heating up as he realizes what an idiot he is.
He comes to the terrifying realization that he might actually be jealous of Henry.
Which is complete nonsense, he argues to himself, as he knows that he will always be Ryeowook’s number one, practically forced to, but some part of him still feels uneasy. He waves it off as his own neediness, and resolves to remedy this in his own way.
He sets his expression into one of determination, and dresses quickly, determined to prove himself.
...
“It’s okay, Henry,” Ryeowook sighs, shaking his head fondly as Henry glares vehemently at the fallen soufflé, some strange goop appearing to bubble out of the center. “You’ll get all the measurements straight one day, it was an easy mistake.”
“For a five year old maybe,” Henry huffs, half heartedly dumping the pan into the trash and getting out a new one. “And this is the what, third try? You’d think I’d be better at this by now.”
“Third time’s the charm!” Ryeowook says cheerfully, setting out some more ingredients for Henry. He thinks by this point he could make a soufflé with his eyes closed, but the instructor put him in charge of Henry so he’s resolutely decided to let the younger boy figure it out on his own. “And don’t sell yourself short, Henry, you’ve only been here a month now, it’s not expected for you to be a master of the language.”
“You seem to know ours well enough,” Henry mutters, glaring slightly at Ryeowook. He nearly fell over the first time the older boy spoke his him language to him, but “You’re much more equipped to study abroad than I am, you should one day. Then you could come visit me!”
Ryeowook simply smiles thoughtfully, the thought having crossed his mind once or twice. The instructor has asked to talk to him about it, and he figures he’ll have to see him eventually. But visiting Henry sounds nice, but then there’s how to get Jongwoon over too. Ryeowook’s eyes widen and he curses quickly, wondering why he hadn’t noticed before, clock already chiming well into the afternoon.
“Ryeowook? What’s wrong?” Henry asks worriedly, seeing the change in the older boy’s face and wondering what the matter could possibly be when he catches the mutter of Jongwoon, you idiot, under Ryeowook’s breath. “Jongwoon? I haven’t seen him around today, come to think of it...”
Ryeowook’s about to reply when there’s a knock on the classroom door, a boy in a lab coat sticking his head in and waving in Ryeowook’s direction, recognition dawning in his eyes and seemingly long suffering look on his face.
“Ah, Ryeowook, I was looking for you,” Kibum says quickly, waving at the instructor to let him know he’s taking him, watching with some amusement as Ryeowook gives up and simply drags Henry with him. “We’ve got your partner in the infirmary, he passed out a little bit ago. He’s awake now, but he keeps refusing anyone else available to give him any power. Would you do us the honor of your presence there?”
Ryeowook nods quickly and follows Kibum down the halls, all the way to the infirmary in the opposite wing. Sure enough, inside is Jongwoon, looking irritable and laying on one of the cots near the windows, pouting to himself but having the grace to look sheepish when he sees the thunderous expression on Ryeowook’s face.
“Ryeowook, I --”
“What did you think you were doing?” Ryeowook sighs, walking over the where Jongwoon rests and scooting himself up beside him on the bed, smiling apologetically at Henry and pulling the curtain across to hide them from the other eyes in the infirmary. “Honestly, Jongwoon, I told you I’d be in class today! Why didn’t you come to see me if you were feeling that low?”
“I didn’t want to bother you and Henry,” Jongwoon mutters, turning his head to the side so Ryeowook can’t see the blush painting his cheeks. Admittedly it was a bad idea in the first place, but now Ryeowook surely won’t let him live this down and he’ll be the victim of mother henning.
Ryeowook blinks slowly for a moment, taking in Jongwoon’s sullen expression and pout before a bright laugh bubbles past his lips, shoving the older boy lightly on the shoulder and covering his mouth to muffle the laugh. So that’s what’s been going on, he thinks, amusement coloring even his thoughts.
“Jongwoon, you have nothing to be jealous of,” He says softly, teasing note still present in his voice as Jongwoon grabs his hand, pulling him on top of him. “Henry is just my friend, you know that you’re my only partner.”
“I know,” Jongwoon mutters, slowly pulling Ryeowook down to meet him, late afternoon sun nothing compared to the feeling of Ryeowook’s lips on his, deep hum building in his throat as the lethargy floats away from him, Ryeowook’s fists curling in his uniform. He’s smiling again when he pulls away, and Ryeowook makes no move to get away from him, arms keeping him propped on Jongwoon’s chest. “But it’s still nice to hear every once in awhile.”
“You’re so funny sometimes,” Ryeowook murmurs, smiling back at Jongwoon and stretching as the sun hits him, amid Jongwoon’s quiet tease of him being so like a cat. “But since you got to have such a leisurely rest here, does that mean I get my turn now?”
“I’m not sure that’s allowed,” Jongwoon chuckles, spirits considerably brighter than they have been in awhile. He lets Ryeowook rest against him anyway, the smaller boy pressing himself into the crook of his neck and yawning. “But I guess skipping a few classes won’t hurt, I don’t think Kibum will tell.”
Ryeowook simply mumbles against Jongwoon’s shoulder, and the older boy holds him there, drifting off into a dream himself. The sun shines warm, and he thinks he might feel another piece of the puzzle clicking into place.
Henry peeks in the curtain after ten minutes pass, concerned at how long it’s taking the two of them. He finds them both sound asleep, Ryeowook resting quietly on Jongwoon’s chest and the older boy holding him against him, both of them out for the count by the looks of it. A smile quirks at his lips and he closes the screen again, turning to where Kibum stands and asking a question.
“Are you sure those two aren’t married or something?” He mumbles, and Kibum simply laughs, shaking his head and grinning at Henry, setting his check board down and fake gagging after checking on the two that are sleeping.
“I’ll let them go this time,” He says offhandedly, shooing Henry off with his other hand as he wanders over to another girl being carried in the door, sighing long sufferingly. “But back to class with you, Mr. Lau, I see nothing remotely wrong with you.”
“Yes, sir,” Henry grumbles, hoping he remembers his way back to the culinary wing and taking his time getting back, smiling at the events he’s seen in the past month, but still eager to go home. He thinks of all he’s putting in his next letter as he walks, confident he’ll have some stories to tell after the end of his three month stay.
Ryeowook dozes for a solid hour before waking up blearily and bringing Jongwoon with him, dragging him away from the warmth of the cot and waving his thanks to Kibum before they go. Jongwoon grumbles slightly, but links a hand with Ryeowook’s as they walk, Ryeowook deeming it necessary to escort him back to the greenhouse.
The sun begins to set as their hands swing back and forth, and Jongwoon feels like something finally clicks, and if he can find out what it is, then maybe something special could happen.
...
Winter passes uneventfully, and Jongwoon finds himself in a steady routine, appreciating the fact that he’ll be able to graduate and go to university soon, growing quite tired of the dorms and constant class shuffling.
Ryeowook seems just as excited at the prospect of being able to move off campus with him, Jongwoon’s concerns of are you sure you want to commute like that every day? being waved off.
“I’d much rather be with you anyway,” Ryeowook shrugs when Jongwoon prods him about it, glad at least that his university isn’t especially far from campus. Jongwoon blushes and Ryeowook pokes him on the cheek, smiling brightly. “It’s no problem, Jongwoon, so please stop worrying about it.”
The grin that breaks out on Jongwoon’s face makes everything worth it for Ryeowook, even if he may be getting up a bit earlier than usual to be able to take the train over. Chatter resumes as normal, and Ryeowook finds his mind wandering to how Henry is doing, three month stint recently ended and awaiting his latest letter from the younger, having made him promise to write.
Even Jongwoon finds himself missing the slightly eccentric exchange student, having warmed up to him considerably after their little episode, especially when Henry even made him an apology cake. (Henry admits to having no idea what he was apologizing for, exactly, but Jongwoon resolves that it is the general sentiment that counts.) He even showed Henry his beloved tortoises, much to Ryeowook’s amusement, and the youngest of them simply smiled and nodded as Jongwoon went on and on.
Henry’s most recent letter comes when Ryeowook is away at class, and Jongwoon decides against better judgement, curiosity getting the better of him, to read it, red wax seal much too tempting. It’s a letter that practically spells out Henry, right down to his terrible handwriting, and Jongwoon chuckles in amusement, even finding mentions of himself here and there.
What eventually brings a frown to his face is the last line, having to read it through a few times to make sure he’s seeing correctly, unable to believe his eyes for a moment.
I’m looking forward to seeing you next month! Glad to hear your study request got accepted, it’ll be so awesome to have you here! There’s so much to see and do here, you won’t even...
The letter goes on a bit to the back of the page but Jongwoon can’t bear to read anymore, seemingly disbelieving that Ryeowook would actually make such a big decision without even mentioning it to him.
And any study program must be three months in the least, with the ability to run through all of six. A terrifying thought strikes him, that Ryeowook might actually be thinking of going without him, of leaving him and getting the doctors to do a partner switch for him. The thought terrifies him more than he’d like to admit, and he immediately sets about hunting down Ryeowook, determined to get answers.
It brings back memories of their younger days, when he would stubbornly insist on going everywhere with Ryeowook, even on day long holidays. He’d pout when denied, and Ryeowook would yet again tease him about which one of is older again? comforting Jongwoon with a peck to the cheek or smoothing his already then unruly bangs, and a promise to be back soon.
You’re much too old to cry like this, his mother would cluck as he’d forlornly watch Ryeowook leave, furiously wiping away the snot from his nose and waving sadly back to the smaller boy, walking dejectedly to his room. It’s not like Ryeowook is going to be gone forever, you’ll only need a substitute for one day.
But I only want Ryeowook, Jongwoon would wail, eyes still slightly watery and tromping the way up to his room, sitting down heavily and being generally bratty until Ryeowook would return, much to the gratefulness of anyone to come into contact with him. The memory brings a smile to Jongwoon’s face, and while he certainly isn’t going to cry or throw a tantrum this time, he’s certainly going to do his best to keep Ryeowook by his side.
...
Ryeowook is trying valiantly to explain to one of the younger students exactly why his bread dough was now a soggy unrisen mess when Jongwoon all but storms in the door, making a beeline to the younger of them and grabbing hold of his arm, dragging him out where he came.
“Jongwoon, what --” Ryeowook exclaims, smiling apologetically at the still crestfallen boy staring at his bread, commotion eventually causing most of the class to look at them, eyes following until they’re back in the hallway. “What are you doing here? Did you not get enough this morning? Why --”
“Why didn’t you tell me you were studying abroad?” Jongwoon demands, not letting go of Ryeowook’s wrist as they skid to a halt in the hall, Ryeowook’s eyes widening as Jongwoon suddenly explodes. “I had to find out from Henry’s letter of all things? Were you just planning on leaving me here and getting the doctor to pair us up with someone else? I thought we had something more than that, maybe you don’t love me like I love you but you could have told me at least!”
Jongwoon’s worked himself up into a whirling anger and Ryeowook blinks in surprise, words falling from the older man’s lips almost faster than he can hear them, head spinning. Jongwoon seems to realize he’s said too much, angry flush dying down to a slight look of horror.
“You were reading my letters? Wait, Jongwoon, who said --”
“I know, I know, I’m sorry but what if I hadn’t read it? Were you just going to leave and not tell me until the day before? Did you expect me to not care Ryeowook? And it sounds silly but I do mean, I love you, love you, not like a partner, like a lover, and I can’t just sit here and watch you leave.”
“Jongwoon --” Ryeowook breathes, eyes wide as Jongwoon’s words sink in like a punch to the gut, stealing his breath as he feels his heart stir, mouth still hanging open as Jongwoon pulls him into his chest, looking down at him with the most focused eyes he’s seen in his entire life. It’s like they can see right through him, and Ryeowook would like nothing more than to look away but feels he can’t, trapped in Jongwoon’s gaze until he’s closer, closer, lips barely an inch from him as he speaks.
“I don’t care what I have to do, I’m not going to let you just leave me like this. I’ll understand if you don’t feel the same way, then you can just go, but at least let me have this first, let me pretend.”
For the first time Jongwoon’s mouth is like fire on his, not completely unlike the characteristic warmth he’s so used to, but something deeper, more meaningful. Ryeowook sags against him and he knows he hasn’t even given up that much power, knees going weak as Jongwoon’s tongue makes it’s way between his lips, sweeping every corner of his mouth. His fingers curl in Jongwoon’s blazer and he kisses back as well as he can, feeling almost lightheaded and thinking that he probably should pull away, but can’t bring himself to, feeling as if it’s Jongwoon’s lips on his for the first time, warm and chapped and perfect.
He finally pulls away from Jongwoon as stars dance behind his eyes, teeth catching on Jongwoon’s lip as his head lolls against the taller man’s shoulder, closing his eyes to catch his breath as he realizes at some point he did give up too much power, fists barely curling into Jongwoon’s lapels and relying on him to hold him up.
“You’re so stupid,” He mumbles, eyes barely fluttering open as Jongwoon’s arms tighten around his waist, having settled on his hips. An apology begins on Jongwoon’s lips as he realizes what he’s done, but Ryeowook cuts him of quickly, shaking his head shallowly. “Are you going to let me talk now?”
“I already cleared it with all your teachers, they said it was fine and it’s only for six months, you’ll be back in time for graduation,” Ryeowook lists off, speaking directly into Jongwoon’s clothes as nothing but the sound of their breathing echoes between Ryeowook’s murmuring. “You’d be an assistant professor, though, you’re already too old to be a student. The school we’re partnered with said they were impressed with your portfolio and would be more than happy to have you as well, your professor was supposed to tell you today, I believe.”
“I was going to tell you tonight, but then you just had to jump the gun like this. So don’t accuse me of keeping this from you, Jongwoon, maybe I just wanted to give you a surprise, hmm?”
“And who ever said I didn’t love you?” Ryeowook raises his head to prop his chin on Jongwoon’s chest to look at the other’s flushed face. He turns his head back to the side after a moment of meeting Jongwoon’s eyes, finding it much less tiring to rest it on his shoulder and let his lips move against Jongwoon’s neck. “Maybe you just never asked.”
A shuddering breath escapes Jongwoon’s lips as Ryeowook mouths against his neck, pressed flush up against Jongwoon as his breathing evens out, slowly falling asleep as exhaustion pulls at him, only barely registering Jongwoon’s smile against the crown of his head, lips pressing there briefly.
“I suppose I didn’t,” Jongwoon says to himself as he hooks his hands under Ryeowook’s thighs, pulling him up in a loose hold so he can carry him back to their dorm, embarrassment at jumping to conclusions nothing compared to the absolute content he feels, happiness permeating his entire being.
He’s slightly thankful that most classes are still going on, not running into anyone on the trek back to their dorm. He lays Ryeowook down on the bed carefully, brushing the long bangs off of his face and smiling when Ryeowook sighs in content, cheek following his palm.
Sun glints warm through the window and Jongwoon decides against going back to class, curling up beside Ryeowook instead.
“Now it’s my turn for a nap,” He mumbles, Ryeowook leaning into him as he pulls him closer, the younger man mumbling happily into Jongwoon’s collarbone. The changes in their relationship remain minute, and Jongwoon hardly feels them, more of a natural shift than a dramatic change.
They sleep through the sunset, and when Jongwoon wakes up to a warm kiss pressed against his cheek, he feels a bit like the puzzle could be completed.
...
Part II
Author: Dreaminginside
Words: 27,400
Pairings:Yewook (Brief other pairings as well)
Warnings: None
Disclaimer:LOLNO
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The story of Jongwoon and Ryeowook, their life, love and everything in between. From the moment they meet to the end of forever.
A/N: This fic is set in the verse of the manga Shinkuu Yuusetsu. And I have a lot of people to thank for this! So, this is for all of my friends :) This is the longest thing I've ever written! :D
The Beginning
Jongwoon huffs as his mother hurries him out the door of their house, clinging tightly to her hand as they rush along the cobblestones, focusing on how his bright colored boots move along the path. He nods noncommittally as his mother speaks cheerily, obviously proud of how he’s finally been picked, pouting slightly as she regales to him his future plans.
His lip quivers at the thought, and he’s not sure he likes all this talk of partners and school and nurseries, having been quite comfortable at home with his mother and father and tiny little giggling baby of a younger brother. He was quite content to stay buried within his sheets when his father woke him excitedly this morning, declaring the letter from the doctors had come, and that he was going to meet someone very special today.
He’s even been dressed up for the occasion, new suit moving stiffly along with him and red tie knotted tightly around his little neck, boots the only thing out of place in his outfit. He’s rather proud of having escaped dress shoes, but still has mixed feelings about having had to leave the house in general.
“But mama,” He complains as they reach the steel gates, having been dragged the whole time as his mother fretted being late and what the other child’s parents would think of them if they were. The come to a large common room filled with other couples and their small children, some as wary as he and others flitting around socially, all smiles. “I don’t want to go, I want to stay home with Jongjin.”
“Nonsense,” His mother clucks, smiling brightly down at Jongwoon and simply happy her eldest son’s finally been matched up, beginning to fret for his future as most children had already been matched at three, while Jongwoon was a healthy way into his fourth year. Even though his partner is a boy, a bit of a rarity, she couldn’t be prouder or happier for her child, knowing he’s finding someone he can spend his life with. “You and Ryeowook will get along fine, Jongwoon. And you’ll still be able to come home, it’s not like you’re being excommunicated.”
Jongwoon thinks he may as well be, letting go of his mother’s hand in favor of hiding behind her legs and eyes on the look out for this so called Ryeowook, nearly getting whiplash as he sees his mother call out to another couple walking near, realizing she must recognize them.
There’s a slight boy swinging between them, smaller than Jongwoon, and there’s a smile that stretches his cheeks, eyes crinkling and looking entirely too happy in Jongwoon’s opinion. Their parents exchange bright chatter and confirmation while Jongwoon regards the boy, Ryeowook presumably, with suspicion, returning the bright grin with a shaky twitch of his lips.
“I’m Ryeowook,” The boy says brightly, venturing out from behind the safety of his parent’s legs to step right in front of Jongwoon. Jongwoon recoils and gazes shyly down at his boots, looking up to see Ryeowook’s still smiling face through his bangs, biting his lip slightly. “I’m a supplier! Father says you’re supposed to be my match, what’s your name?”
His voice is sweet, and clear like bells. Jongwoon thinks it sounds nice on his ears and is almost disappointed when the boy stops talking and looks at him expectantly, and realizes he’s supposed to answer. He opens his mouth a few times, but no words come out, instead resolving to memorize the patterns on the ground until his mother nudges him on the shoulder.
“Can’t you talk?” Ryeowook asks him worriedly, eyes widened in concern and leaning down to peek under Jongwoon’s bangs, giving him a gummy smile when he catches his eye. “That’s okay if you can’t, you don’t have to be embarrassed.”
“Jongwoon,” Jongwoon eventually manages to stutter out, and the surprise that lights in Ryeowook’s eyes at his voice is nearly comical, a small laugh slipping from his lips that only serves to make the smaller boy smile wider. He manages to smile back shyly, tugging at his hair nervously. “I think I’m supposed to be your partner from now on, it’s nice to meet you.”
Ryeowook’s smile, if possible, brightens even more, and Jongwoon grudgingly admits that it might be cute. Their parents delight in their seeming ability to get along, and quickly go back to their small talk, leading them over to the actual nursery where their instructions will come. Ryeowook tentatively takes his hand as they walk, and Jongwoon nearly jumps as the small hand wraps around his, blushing furiously and staring ahead.
It’s nothing that he hasn’t heard before, fidgeting as the doctors explain the procedures to all the gathered children standing next to their partners, parents watching proudly from the sides. They’re told of how either one of them is a supplier or a receiver of the energy that flows through their bodies, the exchange of what he knows people of the other country call ‘kissing’. That they must charge at least once a day, and then build up from there. They go on and on about the dangers of not exchanging, of too much built up or too little reserves, and Jongwoon’s eyes slide to Ryeowook out of the corner of his eye, quickly glancing away as the other boy notices him.
He’s seen his parents exchange power hundreds of times, usually just a brief brushing of lips accompanied with a smile and a soft sigh, and he wonders if one day he and Ryeowook will be like that. He’s confident at least that he has the best partner, and quickly determines that Ryeowook is much prettier than any of the girls gathered, black hair flopping into his face and smile shining brightly.
He thinks he’s really lucky.
...
“You’re really pretty, you know,” Jongwoon manages to stumble through as they sit on the ground a bit later, herds of little ones gathered around still, ranging from shy to outgoing to some even already successful in their transfers, brimming with excitement. He managed to make their first time a fantastic failure, missing Ryeowook’s lips completely and becoming so perplexed by the time they managed to set him straight that nothing happened, his mother apologizing profusely to Ryeowook’s, the others laughing it off. Ryeowook just smiled his little smile at Jongwoon, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek.
“I’m not a girl,” Ryeowook huffs, and Jongwoon stutters in embarrassment, hoping he hasn’t made Ryeowook dislike him and resorting to staring at his boots again until Ryeowook pushes on his shoulder. “But that’s very nice of you, Jongwoon.”
“I don’t mean girl pretty,” Jongwoon mumbles, but gives up on his logic quest shortly after beginning it, puffing his cheeks out in a pout as Ryeowook giggles at him, crossing his arm over his chest and sighing. A comfortable silence falls between them, and Jongwoon thinks he might start to hyperventilate as he considers what he’s going to do, nerves standing on end as he risks a nervous glance to his parents, seeing them nod encouragingly.
Eventually he musters up the courage to turn his head and look Ryeowook straight in the eye, and though he can see the question on the boy’s lips he ignores it, leaning forward lightening fast to allow their lips to touch the briefest of moments, trying as best he can to relax as one hand grips Ryeowook’s, hoping he doesn’t manage to screw it up this time.
He nearly gasps at the electricity that seems to run through his body, and lingers a moment longer before he feels Ryeowook sag slightly, pulling back in alarm and seeing the same surprise mirrored on the younger boy’s face, lips tingling and feeling brighter than he has in weeks.
“Are you okay?” Jongwoon feels his heart beating fast and thinks that this must be what it’s like to know another person is your true partner, cheeks pinking as Ryeowook seems to become boneless next to him, falling against his shoulder as their parents rush over. He’s got a shy smile on his face though, and Jongwoon can’t help but smile back. “Mama, what’s wrong with Ryeowook? Did I do something wrong?”
“I think I broke him,” He says solemnly, and the adults chuckle and Jongwoon is very confused, trying to prop Ryeowook back up, keeping an arm around the smaller boy’s shoulders in case he needs it. His mother pats him on the head and he looks up at her with wide eyes, and he pouts when he hears a little laugh escape Ryeowook’s mouth too.
“No, dear,” Ryeowook’s mother assures him, chuckling at how shy the two’s interactions are, as much like the other children in the room, slowly adjusting to their new lives. She thinks she could trust her son in the hands of this shy little boy, wanting to pinch his cheeks as he continues to fret over Ryeowook. “You simply took too much power, he’ll be back to normal with a little bit of time.”
“It’s not unusual at all for it to happen with your first charge,” Jongwoon’s mother smiles and Jongwoon seems a bit less forlorn, Ryeowook beginning to stir again next to him. “You’ll get used to it.”
“I’m sorry, Ryeowook,” Jongwoon squeaks, glaring at his boots again as if it’s their fault, swinging his legs back and forth as his mother and Ryeowook’s parents chat excitedly, no doubt making plans for when they’re to go off to the nursery, and eventually school. Jongwoon realizes with a sense of dread that he’s going to have to actually pick something to study, and the thought makes his brain hurt. “I’ll try not to take so much next time.”
“It’s okay,” Ryeowook chirps happily, recovering rather quickly but still leaning against Jongwoon, clearly happy at being able to complete their first charge, seemingly brimming with excitement. “And mother says that it happens all the time, we’ll get better! We have the rest of our lives, after all!”
Jongwoon smiles shyly at Ryeowook’s statement and crowds in when his mother insists on a picture to be able to show his father later, pushing he and Ryeowook closer together and pulling out her camera. Ryeowook’s parents coo as well at their shy looks, and Ryeowook wraps an arm around Jongwoon’s shoulders before the older boy’s mother snaps the photo, their heads pressed together and legs still swinging.
Jongwoon flushes as Ryeowook kisses his cheek again before they part, chattering happily about the nursery and all the things they’ll get to do and experience, and Jongwoon simply nods, a small part of him just happy that Ryeowook is happy. That warm feeling is still coursing through his body, and his smile grows.
The rest of his life doesn’t sound so bad.
....
A Day
Ryeowook wakes up to the same routine he’s used to every morning, Jongwoon clanging about in their shared room, sleepy muttered curses as he trips over things on his side of the room. Ryeowook keeps his eyes closed for those last precious moments of rest before Jongwoon crashes into his bed, gently shaking his shoulder.
“Ryeowook,” He says softly, biting his lip as he looks at the clock and knows his morning class starts soon and that he needs to charge before it, but Ryeowook always looks so peaceful when he sleeps. He pouts when Ryeowook soundly ignores him, but the twitch of his lips tells him Ryeowook is really awake. “Come on, wake up, you can sleep a little more after I charge.”
Ryeowook grudgingly opens his eyes to see Jongwoon staring awkwardly down at him, and thinks that they would have gotten over this after ten years of being with each other like this. The thought makes him chuckle, and Jongwoon looks at him in confusion, but leans down anyway, hovering over Ryeowook for a moment before pressing their lips together. Ryeowook sighs softly as he feels some of the built up power leave him, Jongwoon’s lips warm against his until he pulls away, smiling brightly at Ryeowook and still only half dressed, hair sleep disheveled and tie out of place.
“Honestly,” Ryeowook mutters, re doing Jongwoon’s tie so that it lays flat along the older boy’s dress shirt, making the knot cleanly and directing Jongwoon to where he knows his blazer lies, shaking his head fondly. That boy has always had his head in the clouds, but it’s what makes him different, and Ryeowook can certainly appreciate that. “What would you ever do without me, Jongwoon.”
“Die?” Jongwoon mutters, searching valiantly for his blazer in the mass of clothes that accumulate next to his bed, wondering how Ryeowook can keep his side of the room so neat, slightly envious. He attempts to pat down his hair in the mean time, sure from Ryeowook’s giggles that it is standing up in every which way. “No one could replace you as my partner, I’d probably shrivel up and die.”
A small blush paints Ryeowook’s cheeks at Jongwoon’s offhand words, and Jongwoon’s probably unintending sappiness never fails to make him smile, slowly beginning to rouse himself from bed. His back cracks as he stretches, figuring he might as well get ready to go too, not looking forward to the cold morning walk from their dorms to the classroom buildings.
“Does your class run over lunch today?” Jongwoon calls back, happy noise escaping his throat as he manages to find the elusive blazer, throwing it over his shoulders and buttoning quickly as Ryeowook leisurely begins getting dressed, having already set out all his things for the day the night before. “Or will you have time to charge before?”
“My class is lunch,” Ryeowook mumbles, rubbing the last of the sleep out of his eyes and glad to see that Jongwoon is at least finally ready, looking at him expectantly for his answer. “We’re cooking through today, but I can come find you when it’s done. Will you be with your little turtles?”
“Tortoises,” Jongwoon corrects automatically, used to the fact that Ryeowook will always and forever call his little pets turtles but resigned to correcting him anyway. “And yeah, that’s fine. We’ll be in greenhouse five today, I’ll see you then?”
Ryeowook nods and waves Jongwoon on his way, flopping back on his bed again and swinging his legs, trying to find the will to leave the warmth of his room and make his way to class, already planning to if he’ll be able to sneak some away for Jongwoon, knowing how much the older boy likes his cooking.
“Ryeowook! We’re gonna be late!” He hears some of his friends pounding on the door and reluctantly tears himself away from the warm welcome of his bed, tottering towards the door and greeting the small group with an abashed grin, short apologies made before they’re off.
...
Ryeowook has a bag of fresh croissants toted over his shoulder while he wanders off to find Jongwoon, waving off his friends and cheerfully heading on his way, grinning at the calls of you’re so lucky Ryeowook, my partner is all the way in the middle of the girl’s dorms!. Sometimes being different pays off, he supposes.
Jongwoon is, predictably, nigh impossible to locate, even with the help of his classmates. They declared him having wandered off a near half an hour before Ryeowook had arrived, presumably out into the forest to research things for whatever they happen to be doing. Ryeowook sighs, unsurprised, and simply shrugs as he goes off on to search for him, ignoring the snickers of how strange Jongwoon is.
He’s beginning to get that small ache in his head that tells him he’s storing too much power as he tracks through the marshy lands in an attempt to find the older boy, and smiles when he finds him bent over a stream, notebook set aside and talking to what appears to be some small fish.
“Enjoying yourself?” Ryeowook says softly, crouching down next to Jongwoon and watching with no small amusement how he nearly falls into the stream himself, eyes wide in surprise and clearly not having expected Ryeowook to ‘appear’ next to him. “This doesn’t look very much like ‘greenhouse 5’ does it?”
Jongwoon’s face falls and Ryeowook smiles to let the elder know he’s teasing, handing him the bag of fresh pastries and watching the way his face lights up, quickly munching on one and throwing a little piece to his newfound marine friends. Ryeowook shakes his head as Jongwoon attempts to speak through a full mouth, crumbs splaying everywhere.
“Sorry, Ryeowook,” He mumbles happily around the food in his mouth, picking his notebook up and brushing off his pants, writing down a few quick notes before turning to Ryeowook, smile bright and waving his notes at him, filled with diagrams and scribbles. “I got caught up in some studies out here, I lost track of the time.”
“Your energy is boundless,” Ryeowook chuckles, poking Jongwoon on the cheek and standing up, extending a hand to help the taller boy up and taking a moment to enjoy the surroundings, understanding why Jongwoon chose such a branch of study. “Aren’t you feeling at all tired? It’s at least half hour past when we usually charge.”
“Nope!” Jongwoon says cheerfully, accepting Ryeowook’s hand gratefully and brushing off his pants again when he stands before leaning down to brush his lips chastely over Ryeowook’s. It’s like a sigh the way he feels the energy course back into him, lips tingling the same way they did ten years ago, light feeling having never tarnished. “Why, were you getting one of your headaches?”
“It’s fine now,” The worry in Jongwoon’s tone makes him shake his head quickly, knowing the other boy will just blame himself for wandering off and not wanting to have to have Jongwoon crawling back into his shell and being sullen for the rest of the day. “And I’d imagine we’re okay until dinner now at least, so no need to worry now, hm?”
Jongwoon gazes at him skeptically for a moment before simply shaking his head, grabbing Ryeowook’s hand and pulling him out the direction he came, though much more sure footed. Ryeowook simply smiles at him when he looks back, and chuckles when he notices how dirty Jongwoon’s uniform really is, sleeves rolled up and tie yet again out of place, wayward branch seeming to stick out of his hair.
“Honestly, Jongwoon,” Ryeowook repeats teasingly, lingering fondness that’s always in his voice when he speak to Jongwoon, tightening his hand around Jongwoon’s as they walk, half empty bag of pastries swinging between them. It’s a short walk back to the greenhouse, and Jongwoon waves his arrival sheepishly, blushing at the catcalls of his classmates. “What would you ever do without me?”
Jongwoon grins brightly, putting a finger to his lips and mouthing that’s a secret, finally unlocking hands with Ryeowook and scooting him back on his way, calling something about seeing him after class, heading straight to where the tortoises lie under lamps, face brightening even more.
Ryeowook grins as he walks out, even knowing he’ll have to rush back to the culinary building to be able to make his afternoon class, content to leisurely stroll back. Jongwoon’s answer runs through his head again and makes him laugh, full and musical, something so Jongwoon about it that it can’t help but make him smile.
The sun is warm on his back, and another day of their lives closes without excitement, slowly intertwining more and more in ways that even they do not see.
...
Jongwoon’s mother nods in satisfaction as Jongwoon’s pants finally fit enough to be presentable in her opinion, and Ryeowook giggles off to the corner, Jongwoon looking quite uncomfortable in his new uniform.
“See how much you’re laughing when you’re all stuck up with pins next year,” Jongwoon grumbles, glaring at Ryeowook and pouting as his mother insists on hemming one more centimeter off, declaring he will be impeccably dressed for when he enters his high school classes. Ryeowook simply shakes his head, forgoing pity for amusement at the older boy, seeing Jongjin standing outside the door and laughing at the event as well. “Then I’ll have my revenge.”
“No revenge needed,” Ryeowook waves his hands in surrender as Jongwoon continues to pout, wincing as he’s paraded about again, his mother chatting animatedly and adding a stitch here and here, until the emblem is sewn perfectly symmetrical on Jongwoon’s chest. “And besides, at least you look nice in it. Quite fetching, I’d say.”
“Amber says you look handsome,” Jongjin chimes in, poking his head snickering as the young girl punches him on the shoulder, causing him to only laugh harder. Ryeowook has to cover his mouth to keep from laughing as well, and it doesn’t escape Jongwoon’s notice. Jongwoon sputters at all of them before shutting his mouth resolutely and refusing to speak until after his mother finally declares him finished, huffing and making a bee line for his room.
“She has good taste, you know,” Ryeowook teases, following Jongwoon and slipping by the door. Jongwoon ignores him and sits down on the window sill, giving the younger boy a baleful look, not quite convinced.
“Yes yes, tease as you must,” He mutters, crossing his arms and staring at his socked feet as is still his habit, swinging them back and forth as Ryeowook sits down next to him, silence comfortable between them as Ryeowook leans back against the window. “Wait until next year, knowing your mother, she’ll be even worse than mine about nitpicking how those pants fit your skinny little legs.”
“Unnecessary,” Ryeowook pouts, shoving Jongwoon’s arm lightly and crossing his arms too, the two of them sitting and avoiding each other’s gazes, knees touching as the lean back against the sill. Ryeowook sighs eventually, breaking the silence to prod at Jongwoon’s arm. “And to think I was going to tell you that you were very handsome in that piece of work.”
Jongwoon’s face gets redder with every words out of Ryeowook’s mouth, cheeks flushed an embarrassed pink, and he just swings his legs faster, silent for another moment. Ryeowook sits awkwardly beside him and watches as Jongwoon swings his legs, knowing the tactic for when the older boy is nervous and doesn’t know what to say.
“Thank you,” Jongwoon finally mumbles, looking up only to press a quick kiss to Ryeowook’s cheek, thanks floating past the younger boy’s ear as his own cheeks pinken a bit, feeling a bit more like an elementary schooler again than one almost in high school. “I’m sure you’ll look every bit as nice, you’re so much more suited to these clothes anyway.”
Ryeowook only shakes his head, bumping his knee against the older boy’s and leaning his head on his shoulder, content to rest a little before the flurry of chaos that is Jongwoon’s family barges in and calls them for dinner. He can already hear Jongwoon’s father’s voice booming from down the steps, sighing and closing his eyes to create their own little cocoon.
Silence swirls comfortable around them, and when Jongwoon hesitantly nudges Ryeowook’s shoulder he tips his head up expectantly, hand moving to Jongwoon’s thigh to steady himself as he leans up. Jongwoon sighs when their lips touch, warm compared to the chilled window, always warm.
Snow falls heavy outside the window, but Ryeowook pays it no mind, eventually dozing against Jongwoon’s shoulder as the older boy softly counts the flakes, low voice lulling him to sleep.
He dreams of still white silence, and empty world where he sits alone in a single chair, wordless and watching everything pass him by. He wakes when Jongwoon shakes him, staring down worriedly as the sound comes back, telling him that it’s time for dinner and are you okay?.
Ryeowook shakes his head quickly and just nods, smile pulling at his lips as he grabs for Jongwoon’s hand, pulling him gently off the sill so that they can go to the dining room, noise reassuring as all the sounds begin to slowly wash over him. Jongwoon’s smile is brilliant when Ryeowook smiles at him, and Ryeowook thinks he can answer the older boy’s question truthfully.
He’s perfect.
...
Passing Time
Jongwoon decides rather quickly that he is quite wary of Ryeowook’s new friend, Henry.
Ryeowook talks about him excitedly one evening, telling of the new exchange student from the country over that makes the best sweets, and that he’ll be eating with him that night. Jongwoon simply blinks and nods, while not uncommon for exchange students to go to and fro between the neighboring countries, it isn’t that common for him to actually meet one.
His name is Henry Lau, Jongwoon finds, and he looks as if he should still be in middle school, cheeks still chubby with baby fat and eyes bright, lips only hardly stuttering around their language.
“So you two are lovers, then?” He asks curiously as they eat, face stuffed with food in a way that makes Jongwoon want to shove a hand over his mouth, seeing Ryeowook laugh at the pouting look on his face. Henry seems to know some of the elements of their culture, but what he doesn’t he is eager to question, seemingly fascinated by the relationships that they all hold. Jongwoon never thought to give them any thought before, but the question makes him frown, Ryeowook answering in his stead.
“No, that’s not quite how it works,” Ryeowook laughs and shakes his head, and Jongwoon frowns into his food, not quite sure why the answer bothers him so much. Henry watches with rapt attention, and Jongwoon finds it almost amusing, chatter permeating the entire room. “When we’re very young we get sent to the nursery, where the doctors find our ‘partner’, the one whose wavelength matches ours completely. It isn’t uncommon for partners to often become lovers, and the heterosexual pairs usually end up with children in the end.”
“That’s not to say that dating outside your partner doesn’t happen either, it’s just that no one ever comes before them,” Ryeowook continues, ticking off all the he can remember on his fingers as Jongwoon and Henry watch, trying to recall all that his parents had told him. “Your partner is the one that you need, others just end up inconsequential in the end. Just like when Jongwoon moves out next year, I’ll move in with him and commute.”
“Well, in my country what all of you do is usually reserved for lovers,” Henry nods as he chews slowly, seemingly absorbing all the information as the chatter shifts to henry and his life back home, the ways of his country. Jongwoon listens with half an ear and ponders Ryeowook’s answer, having known the same himself, but Henry’s question throws him a bit.
Being Ryeowook’s lover, he thinks nervously, and his cheeks heat up at the thought. He shouldn’t be so easy to embarrass, he tells himself sternly, he is graduating this year after all. But it doesn’t stop his mind from venturing into slightly unsafe territory. He nearly gets whiplash when he finally hears his name spoken again, Henry looking at him with that same curiosity.
“I was asking what you studied, Jongwoon,” He repeats cheerfully, and Ryeowook shakes his head, knowing the tirade that is sure to come. “I’m with Ryeowook here, but I hadn’t seen you at all until now. Are you not in cooking then?”
“Jongwoon couldn’t cook his way out a paper bag,” Ryeowook snorts, and this is something familiar that Jongwoon can latch onto, odd feeling in his chest dulling until he can frown at Ryeowook, pouting at being teased. He likes to think that he would be able to manage on his own, but Ryeowook’s head shakes vehemently at the statement, and Henry laughs at their actions.
“I study zoology,” Jongwoon shrugs after awhile, sulking about his losing battle in the face of Ryeowook’s culinary prowess. He speaks shortly, sure that if there’s a need to elaborate then Ryeowook will fill in the blanks for him, staring down at his feet when he talks out of habit. “I like animals.”
Henry seems to find this immensely interesting, though, and showers him in question after question, Ryeowook seemingly amused at how the older boy has to flounder for answers, lips quirking at the perplexed look that seems to settle permanently on his face, unsure of how exactly to regard Henry.
Jongwoon leaves dinner with what he thinks might be a new friend, and Ryeowook laughs at him, patting him sympathetically on the shoulder and telling him you’ll get used to it. Be nice to him though, he’s new here!.
Jongwoon simply grumbles, happy to sulk around like a child for the rest of the evening and drive Ryeowook up the walls, only letting up on his petulance when they’re back in the safety of their dorm room, gripping Ryeowook’s chin to bring their lips together, warmth immediately flooding his senses. He doesn’t know what possess him to, but he lingers a bit longer than usual against Ryeowook, even when the younger boy’s hands curl in his shirt and only pulling away when Ryeowook sags slightly against him, question in his eyes as he looks at Jongwoon.
“Sometimes I just can’t read you,” Ryeowook mutters, staying supported against Jongwoon as the older boy apologizes quickly for taking too much, guiding Ryeowook over to his bed and eases him down, Ryeowook waving him off and unknotting his tie himself, setting about getting ready for bed.
Jongwoon goes to bed feeling uneasy, and wakes up feeling much the same, Ryeowook awake before him for once and eyes still bleary as he feels the warmth settle on his lips, sighing as it slowly draws him awake.
“Ryeowook?” He murmurs curiously, but the younger boy just shoots him a quick smile, patting down Jongwoon’s bed hair before pulling away and finishing tying his tie. The high school uniform on Ryeowook still boggles Jongwoon’s mind, reminding him of how much they’ve both grown, but he ignores it in favor of blinking the sleep out of his eyes. “Early class?”
“No, I’m showing Henry around the classrooms before the first class today,” Ryeowook says offhandedly, expression perking at the hesitant knock on the door. “The poor thing was quite lost yesterday, he’s even younger than me you know.”
“Sure, sure,” Jongwoon grumbles, turning his face over to bury it back in his pillow, sure he has at least another solid thirty minutes of rest left. The energy thrumming through his veins begs to differ though, and he thinks he might have to get up soon anyway. Just as well, he thinks to himself, Ddangkkoma could use more attention anyway.
“Stop pouting,” Ryeowook chastises, shaking his head at Jongwoon and wondering not for the first time how Jongwoon is in fact the older of the two of them, smiling at him fondly. “Want to come to me this time? I know we’re baking cakes today, and they’re your favorite, right? I’ll save a nice piece for you.”
Jongwoon waves a hand above his head to show he heard him and hears Ryeowook sigh, mumbling something under his breath before opening the door and waving Jongwoon goodbye, even if he can’t see it.
The days continue much the same afterward, Ryeowook slowly becoming the one to wake earlier, showing Henry this or that, helping him out here or there. Sometimes he even helps him study their language after classes finish, learning the other country’s customs in the process. He chatters about all this quite excitedly to Jongwoon, who merely nods and listens, growing increasingly perplexed as the days go by as to why it all makes him so angry.
Jongwoon huffs as he hears Ryeowook go one morning, and a few moments later sits up so quickly he can actually hear his back crack. He blinks dumbly as the epiphany comes over him, mouth slack and cheeks heating up as he realizes what an idiot he is.
He comes to the terrifying realization that he might actually be jealous of Henry.
Which is complete nonsense, he argues to himself, as he knows that he will always be Ryeowook’s number one, practically forced to, but some part of him still feels uneasy. He waves it off as his own neediness, and resolves to remedy this in his own way.
He sets his expression into one of determination, and dresses quickly, determined to prove himself.
...
“It’s okay, Henry,” Ryeowook sighs, shaking his head fondly as Henry glares vehemently at the fallen soufflé, some strange goop appearing to bubble out of the center. “You’ll get all the measurements straight one day, it was an easy mistake.”
“For a five year old maybe,” Henry huffs, half heartedly dumping the pan into the trash and getting out a new one. “And this is the what, third try? You’d think I’d be better at this by now.”
“Third time’s the charm!” Ryeowook says cheerfully, setting out some more ingredients for Henry. He thinks by this point he could make a soufflé with his eyes closed, but the instructor put him in charge of Henry so he’s resolutely decided to let the younger boy figure it out on his own. “And don’t sell yourself short, Henry, you’ve only been here a month now, it’s not expected for you to be a master of the language.”
“You seem to know ours well enough,” Henry mutters, glaring slightly at Ryeowook. He nearly fell over the first time the older boy spoke his him language to him, but “You’re much more equipped to study abroad than I am, you should one day. Then you could come visit me!”
Ryeowook simply smiles thoughtfully, the thought having crossed his mind once or twice. The instructor has asked to talk to him about it, and he figures he’ll have to see him eventually. But visiting Henry sounds nice, but then there’s how to get Jongwoon over too. Ryeowook’s eyes widen and he curses quickly, wondering why he hadn’t noticed before, clock already chiming well into the afternoon.
“Ryeowook? What’s wrong?” Henry asks worriedly, seeing the change in the older boy’s face and wondering what the matter could possibly be when he catches the mutter of Jongwoon, you idiot, under Ryeowook’s breath. “Jongwoon? I haven’t seen him around today, come to think of it...”
Ryeowook’s about to reply when there’s a knock on the classroom door, a boy in a lab coat sticking his head in and waving in Ryeowook’s direction, recognition dawning in his eyes and seemingly long suffering look on his face.
“Ah, Ryeowook, I was looking for you,” Kibum says quickly, waving at the instructor to let him know he’s taking him, watching with some amusement as Ryeowook gives up and simply drags Henry with him. “We’ve got your partner in the infirmary, he passed out a little bit ago. He’s awake now, but he keeps refusing anyone else available to give him any power. Would you do us the honor of your presence there?”
Ryeowook nods quickly and follows Kibum down the halls, all the way to the infirmary in the opposite wing. Sure enough, inside is Jongwoon, looking irritable and laying on one of the cots near the windows, pouting to himself but having the grace to look sheepish when he sees the thunderous expression on Ryeowook’s face.
“Ryeowook, I --”
“What did you think you were doing?” Ryeowook sighs, walking over the where Jongwoon rests and scooting himself up beside him on the bed, smiling apologetically at Henry and pulling the curtain across to hide them from the other eyes in the infirmary. “Honestly, Jongwoon, I told you I’d be in class today! Why didn’t you come to see me if you were feeling that low?”
“I didn’t want to bother you and Henry,” Jongwoon mutters, turning his head to the side so Ryeowook can’t see the blush painting his cheeks. Admittedly it was a bad idea in the first place, but now Ryeowook surely won’t let him live this down and he’ll be the victim of mother henning.
Ryeowook blinks slowly for a moment, taking in Jongwoon’s sullen expression and pout before a bright laugh bubbles past his lips, shoving the older boy lightly on the shoulder and covering his mouth to muffle the laugh. So that’s what’s been going on, he thinks, amusement coloring even his thoughts.
“Jongwoon, you have nothing to be jealous of,” He says softly, teasing note still present in his voice as Jongwoon grabs his hand, pulling him on top of him. “Henry is just my friend, you know that you’re my only partner.”
“I know,” Jongwoon mutters, slowly pulling Ryeowook down to meet him, late afternoon sun nothing compared to the feeling of Ryeowook’s lips on his, deep hum building in his throat as the lethargy floats away from him, Ryeowook’s fists curling in his uniform. He’s smiling again when he pulls away, and Ryeowook makes no move to get away from him, arms keeping him propped on Jongwoon’s chest. “But it’s still nice to hear every once in awhile.”
“You’re so funny sometimes,” Ryeowook murmurs, smiling back at Jongwoon and stretching as the sun hits him, amid Jongwoon’s quiet tease of him being so like a cat. “But since you got to have such a leisurely rest here, does that mean I get my turn now?”
“I’m not sure that’s allowed,” Jongwoon chuckles, spirits considerably brighter than they have been in awhile. He lets Ryeowook rest against him anyway, the smaller boy pressing himself into the crook of his neck and yawning. “But I guess skipping a few classes won’t hurt, I don’t think Kibum will tell.”
Ryeowook simply mumbles against Jongwoon’s shoulder, and the older boy holds him there, drifting off into a dream himself. The sun shines warm, and he thinks he might feel another piece of the puzzle clicking into place.
Henry peeks in the curtain after ten minutes pass, concerned at how long it’s taking the two of them. He finds them both sound asleep, Ryeowook resting quietly on Jongwoon’s chest and the older boy holding him against him, both of them out for the count by the looks of it. A smile quirks at his lips and he closes the screen again, turning to where Kibum stands and asking a question.
“Are you sure those two aren’t married or something?” He mumbles, and Kibum simply laughs, shaking his head and grinning at Henry, setting his check board down and fake gagging after checking on the two that are sleeping.
“I’ll let them go this time,” He says offhandedly, shooing Henry off with his other hand as he wanders over to another girl being carried in the door, sighing long sufferingly. “But back to class with you, Mr. Lau, I see nothing remotely wrong with you.”
“Yes, sir,” Henry grumbles, hoping he remembers his way back to the culinary wing and taking his time getting back, smiling at the events he’s seen in the past month, but still eager to go home. He thinks of all he’s putting in his next letter as he walks, confident he’ll have some stories to tell after the end of his three month stay.
Ryeowook dozes for a solid hour before waking up blearily and bringing Jongwoon with him, dragging him away from the warmth of the cot and waving his thanks to Kibum before they go. Jongwoon grumbles slightly, but links a hand with Ryeowook’s as they walk, Ryeowook deeming it necessary to escort him back to the greenhouse.
The sun begins to set as their hands swing back and forth, and Jongwoon feels like something finally clicks, and if he can find out what it is, then maybe something special could happen.
...
Winter passes uneventfully, and Jongwoon finds himself in a steady routine, appreciating the fact that he’ll be able to graduate and go to university soon, growing quite tired of the dorms and constant class shuffling.
Ryeowook seems just as excited at the prospect of being able to move off campus with him, Jongwoon’s concerns of are you sure you want to commute like that every day? being waved off.
“I’d much rather be with you anyway,” Ryeowook shrugs when Jongwoon prods him about it, glad at least that his university isn’t especially far from campus. Jongwoon blushes and Ryeowook pokes him on the cheek, smiling brightly. “It’s no problem, Jongwoon, so please stop worrying about it.”
The grin that breaks out on Jongwoon’s face makes everything worth it for Ryeowook, even if he may be getting up a bit earlier than usual to be able to take the train over. Chatter resumes as normal, and Ryeowook finds his mind wandering to how Henry is doing, three month stint recently ended and awaiting his latest letter from the younger, having made him promise to write.
Even Jongwoon finds himself missing the slightly eccentric exchange student, having warmed up to him considerably after their little episode, especially when Henry even made him an apology cake. (Henry admits to having no idea what he was apologizing for, exactly, but Jongwoon resolves that it is the general sentiment that counts.) He even showed Henry his beloved tortoises, much to Ryeowook’s amusement, and the youngest of them simply smiled and nodded as Jongwoon went on and on.
Henry’s most recent letter comes when Ryeowook is away at class, and Jongwoon decides against better judgement, curiosity getting the better of him, to read it, red wax seal much too tempting. It’s a letter that practically spells out Henry, right down to his terrible handwriting, and Jongwoon chuckles in amusement, even finding mentions of himself here and there.
What eventually brings a frown to his face is the last line, having to read it through a few times to make sure he’s seeing correctly, unable to believe his eyes for a moment.
I’m looking forward to seeing you next month! Glad to hear your study request got accepted, it’ll be so awesome to have you here! There’s so much to see and do here, you won’t even...
The letter goes on a bit to the back of the page but Jongwoon can’t bear to read anymore, seemingly disbelieving that Ryeowook would actually make such a big decision without even mentioning it to him.
And any study program must be three months in the least, with the ability to run through all of six. A terrifying thought strikes him, that Ryeowook might actually be thinking of going without him, of leaving him and getting the doctors to do a partner switch for him. The thought terrifies him more than he’d like to admit, and he immediately sets about hunting down Ryeowook, determined to get answers.
It brings back memories of their younger days, when he would stubbornly insist on going everywhere with Ryeowook, even on day long holidays. He’d pout when denied, and Ryeowook would yet again tease him about which one of is older again? comforting Jongwoon with a peck to the cheek or smoothing his already then unruly bangs, and a promise to be back soon.
You’re much too old to cry like this, his mother would cluck as he’d forlornly watch Ryeowook leave, furiously wiping away the snot from his nose and waving sadly back to the smaller boy, walking dejectedly to his room. It’s not like Ryeowook is going to be gone forever, you’ll only need a substitute for one day.
But I only want Ryeowook, Jongwoon would wail, eyes still slightly watery and tromping the way up to his room, sitting down heavily and being generally bratty until Ryeowook would return, much to the gratefulness of anyone to come into contact with him. The memory brings a smile to Jongwoon’s face, and while he certainly isn’t going to cry or throw a tantrum this time, he’s certainly going to do his best to keep Ryeowook by his side.
...
Ryeowook is trying valiantly to explain to one of the younger students exactly why his bread dough was now a soggy unrisen mess when Jongwoon all but storms in the door, making a beeline to the younger of them and grabbing hold of his arm, dragging him out where he came.
“Jongwoon, what --” Ryeowook exclaims, smiling apologetically at the still crestfallen boy staring at his bread, commotion eventually causing most of the class to look at them, eyes following until they’re back in the hallway. “What are you doing here? Did you not get enough this morning? Why --”
“Why didn’t you tell me you were studying abroad?” Jongwoon demands, not letting go of Ryeowook’s wrist as they skid to a halt in the hall, Ryeowook’s eyes widening as Jongwoon suddenly explodes. “I had to find out from Henry’s letter of all things? Were you just planning on leaving me here and getting the doctor to pair us up with someone else? I thought we had something more than that, maybe you don’t love me like I love you but you could have told me at least!”
Jongwoon’s worked himself up into a whirling anger and Ryeowook blinks in surprise, words falling from the older man’s lips almost faster than he can hear them, head spinning. Jongwoon seems to realize he’s said too much, angry flush dying down to a slight look of horror.
“You were reading my letters? Wait, Jongwoon, who said --”
“I know, I know, I’m sorry but what if I hadn’t read it? Were you just going to leave and not tell me until the day before? Did you expect me to not care Ryeowook? And it sounds silly but I do mean, I love you, love you, not like a partner, like a lover, and I can’t just sit here and watch you leave.”
“Jongwoon --” Ryeowook breathes, eyes wide as Jongwoon’s words sink in like a punch to the gut, stealing his breath as he feels his heart stir, mouth still hanging open as Jongwoon pulls him into his chest, looking down at him with the most focused eyes he’s seen in his entire life. It’s like they can see right through him, and Ryeowook would like nothing more than to look away but feels he can’t, trapped in Jongwoon’s gaze until he’s closer, closer, lips barely an inch from him as he speaks.
“I don’t care what I have to do, I’m not going to let you just leave me like this. I’ll understand if you don’t feel the same way, then you can just go, but at least let me have this first, let me pretend.”
For the first time Jongwoon’s mouth is like fire on his, not completely unlike the characteristic warmth he’s so used to, but something deeper, more meaningful. Ryeowook sags against him and he knows he hasn’t even given up that much power, knees going weak as Jongwoon’s tongue makes it’s way between his lips, sweeping every corner of his mouth. His fingers curl in Jongwoon’s blazer and he kisses back as well as he can, feeling almost lightheaded and thinking that he probably should pull away, but can’t bring himself to, feeling as if it’s Jongwoon’s lips on his for the first time, warm and chapped and perfect.
He finally pulls away from Jongwoon as stars dance behind his eyes, teeth catching on Jongwoon’s lip as his head lolls against the taller man’s shoulder, closing his eyes to catch his breath as he realizes at some point he did give up too much power, fists barely curling into Jongwoon’s lapels and relying on him to hold him up.
“You’re so stupid,” He mumbles, eyes barely fluttering open as Jongwoon’s arms tighten around his waist, having settled on his hips. An apology begins on Jongwoon’s lips as he realizes what he’s done, but Ryeowook cuts him of quickly, shaking his head shallowly. “Are you going to let me talk now?”
“I already cleared it with all your teachers, they said it was fine and it’s only for six months, you’ll be back in time for graduation,” Ryeowook lists off, speaking directly into Jongwoon’s clothes as nothing but the sound of their breathing echoes between Ryeowook’s murmuring. “You’d be an assistant professor, though, you’re already too old to be a student. The school we’re partnered with said they were impressed with your portfolio and would be more than happy to have you as well, your professor was supposed to tell you today, I believe.”
“I was going to tell you tonight, but then you just had to jump the gun like this. So don’t accuse me of keeping this from you, Jongwoon, maybe I just wanted to give you a surprise, hmm?”
“And who ever said I didn’t love you?” Ryeowook raises his head to prop his chin on Jongwoon’s chest to look at the other’s flushed face. He turns his head back to the side after a moment of meeting Jongwoon’s eyes, finding it much less tiring to rest it on his shoulder and let his lips move against Jongwoon’s neck. “Maybe you just never asked.”
A shuddering breath escapes Jongwoon’s lips as Ryeowook mouths against his neck, pressed flush up against Jongwoon as his breathing evens out, slowly falling asleep as exhaustion pulls at him, only barely registering Jongwoon’s smile against the crown of his head, lips pressing there briefly.
“I suppose I didn’t,” Jongwoon says to himself as he hooks his hands under Ryeowook’s thighs, pulling him up in a loose hold so he can carry him back to their dorm, embarrassment at jumping to conclusions nothing compared to the absolute content he feels, happiness permeating his entire being.
He’s slightly thankful that most classes are still going on, not running into anyone on the trek back to their dorm. He lays Ryeowook down on the bed carefully, brushing the long bangs off of his face and smiling when Ryeowook sighs in content, cheek following his palm.
Sun glints warm through the window and Jongwoon decides against going back to class, curling up beside Ryeowook instead.
“Now it’s my turn for a nap,” He mumbles, Ryeowook leaning into him as he pulls him closer, the younger man mumbling happily into Jongwoon’s collarbone. The changes in their relationship remain minute, and Jongwoon hardly feels them, more of a natural shift than a dramatic change.
They sleep through the sunset, and when Jongwoon wakes up to a warm kiss pressed against his cheek, he feels a bit like the puzzle could be completed.
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Part II