Perfect
Title: Perfect - Part 1 [ Part 2 here (NC-17)]
Pairing: Kyuhyun/Ryeowook
Genre: Chaptered, Fluff, AU:Barista!Kyuhyun
Rating & Warning: PG-13
Summary: Ryeowook visits his boyfriend at his coffee shop after hours.
Disclaimer: I do not own Super Junior members *sighs* and have no rights over them, nor do I have any connections with their management. This is strictly a work of fiction.
A/N.: So this one is for Leunah23. She pimped my stories on the Kyuwook comm before I was given the pleasure of joining it ( isn't she a sweetheart?! XD), and I am enormously thankful for her help. Wanting to let her know my gratitude, I asked her if I could write something for her, and she agreed, with the following prompts:
LEUNAH23'S PROMPTS (CREDIT GOES TO HER FOR THE FOLLOWING ASPECTS OF THE STORY):
-Barista!Kyu
-Fluff
-Any rating
And so after a lot of brainstorming, this came out. I hope she will like it: it really comes from a grateful and happy state of mind, and I also hope that you guys will enjoy it as well XD
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Perfect -Part 1-
We regret to.........
They always regret.
Ryeowook sighs and looks out the window; the bus comes to a slow stop, the engine resting momentarily as someone waves at the bus, running to catch up. It's dark, but the person's features are suddenly illuminated when they get on, huffing and puffing in gratitude. And Ryeowook closes his eyes. Why is it that he never catches a break?
No, he bites his lip in shame, he is lucky, he is one of the luckiest persons alive.
And the bus turns the corner, slowly down to a halt at the stop sign, Ryeowook's cue to press on the button and ring the bell. He gets off thanking the driver, and walks hurriedly out. He waits for his crossing light, the crumpled piece of paper he was so desperate to read in his right fist, while the 4 rows of cars usually zooming by are forced to halt, letting him cross. It's a bit chilly, Ryeowook realizes when he feels the tip of his nose get cold, and he hurries his pace to a light jog, his feet escalating it to an excited run, and he turns another corner abruptly before stopping.
And in the distance, a few blocks ahead is a small and shabby shop, almost hidden by the luxurious vegetation outside. It could look beautiful and sophisticated, but its owner can't be bothered to care for it -Ryeowook smiles- the vines crawling over the facade, almost hiding the shop's name. Still panting from his short run, the young man starts walking slowly in its direction, smiling, and he stops when the gracious windows display the precious spectacle that is Cho Kyuhyun.
---
The ground beans are packed in the small receptacle, but he isn't satisfied - they should be much more packed - and he pushes them in a little tighter with his instrument, smirking at himself in satisfaction. And now it's ready, ready to be tested. He grabs the receptacle and secures it on the machine, the little cup underneath its spout, ready to receive the concoction. It's his own, this time. His beans, his roasting, his preparation, and it will taste good, much better than the previous try. He presses on the button to start the machine and leans on the counter, inches from the now trickling liquid, the pure white of the porcelain engulfed in dark brown. He rests his chin on his forearms, smiling excitedly - this time, this one is going to be good. It can't be bad, he reasons, because he did everything he had to for it to taste good - he changed the roasting time and the drying time, he put less beans in the grinder, and ground them fresh....The liquid stops trickling and he turns the machine off, eying the filled cup warningly with threatening eyes, and he delicately grabs it, takes a quick sip, smiles approvingly and turns around before setting it on the counter behind him.
The shop is empty, and he sighs in peace: yes, it's overtime work, and yes, he wishes he already knew how to do all of this so well, but it's all part of the job - trials and errors, and a lot of extra hours. Hours. It's been hours since he has seen Ryeowook.
Kyuhyun looks at the clock (is he going to visit tonight as well?), and he smiles. If he visits, it could.... it would be perfect. All of this would be perfect. His very own original Espresso, his shop, and his heart. All together. He looks up at the sound of the bell in the shop, and a wide smile threatens to split his face in half.
--
Ryeowook slowly and almost hesitantly pushes the door, and he can't repress his smile when Cho Kyuhyun greets him so beautifully, his features absolutely radiant. And the enticing smell of coffee, of his coffee fills the air.
"Well well, look who's here!"
And Ryeowook smiles even wider.
"Missed me?"
"Yeap. Yes."
Kyuhyun straightens up his posture, quickly wiping the counter when Ryeowook sits in front of him on the stool.
"I was just thinking of how.... of how I wanted you to try my Espresso."
And Ryeowook smiles his surprise.
"Another one? You didn't like the last one?"
"Na, it wasn't... well, you know. It wasn't it. This one is it, though, and I need it to be it. It's the base for my Mocha, my Latte, my Cappuccino... I mean it's the base for everything, and if this doesn't cut it..."
"I know, I know, the rest won't make it. I don't know why you are so worried though, the last one tasted fine to me."
"And that's why you are sitting there and I am behind the counter. Don't quit your day job."
And Ryeowook smiles faintly.
"What if... what if I.....quit?"
Kyuhyun snorts.
"Sure, like you would. What would you do, wash my dishes?"
And Kyuhyun's laughter resonates in the empty shop, a much needed reminder of how childish and dorky he can be, and Ryeowook retorts.
"Why not, though? I'd.... I'd be good at it, and I wouldn't be.......rejected."
His last word is whispered, but it is powerful enough to stop Kyuhyun from thinking or talking, and Kyuhyun looks at Ryeowook apologetically.
"They....they contacted you?"
"Yeap. And they are truly sorry, but my song's not cutting it."
Silence broken by Ryeowook's fist, throwing the crumpled up piece of paper in the trash behind the counter - and Kyuhyun suddenly grabs the small cup filled with Espresso from the counter, and throws its contents in the sink. Ryeowook looks up questioningly, and Kyuhyun smiles.
"Well, I mean, if you can't write music, then I sure as hell can't make coffee."
And he turns around, small porcelain cup still in his hands, gently deposing it on the counter before reaching for his apron behind his back and undoing it, letting it fall to the floor. He doesn't even notice when Ryeowook gets up from his stool, and he all but jumps in surprise when he is hugged from behind.
Ryeowook hugs Kyuhyun tight, his face digging into his coffee stained shirt - and it smells like coffee, and sugar with a hint of chocolate, and......and Kyuhyun, his stupid jokes, his cute laughter, his caring and his strong convictions. It smells heavenly. And the words are whispered from his lips without him even controlling them:
"I love you."
Kyuhyun's hands move to automatically grab Ryeowook's hands on his waist, and he turns around to face him.
"Look at you being all melodramatic, you and your....your...."
Ryeowook looks up, tears pooling at the corner of his left eye, and Kyuhyun is struck into silence. He is exquisite. Beautiful, absolutely beautiful and perfect, the perfect concoction, the right aroma, the perfect mix of everything and anything....
"You....You're ugly when you cry, ugly fugly."
And Ryeowook laughs a little.
"I know, I'm.. sorry..."
And Ryeowook reaches for Kyuhyun's mouth and pecks at it quickly (almost jokingly) before pulling away, but Kyuhyun grabs his shoulders and forces him back into the kiss, his lips locked on his, his words pushing through his mouth.
"You are so ugly......"
And Ryeowook laughs into the kiss, his hands suddenly encircling Kyuhyun's waist - and it's always like this around Kyuhyun, he notices: he can't keep crying. He tries, but he can't. And the kiss gets deeper, Kyuhyun's hands squeezing Ryeowook's shoulder, bringing him closer into him before traveling to his lower back, fingers curling underneath the hem of his shirt; and Ryeowook's eyes open wide when the warm hands come into contact with his skin, and he lets a small squeal of surprise escape his lips when he feels Kyuhyun's birthing desire against his lower belly. He pushes slowly away from the kiss and stares at Kyuhyun, gasping for air, while Kyuhyun's sultry and entrancing voice is directed at him, his forehead now rubbing against his own:
"I... I can turn off the lights, or....behind the counter, it's..."
Ryeowook usually disagrees, because he is too rational - they could be seen, they could be heard, it could be bad for his business.... but right now and like this, and with Kyuhyun in his arms, there is nothing he can't do, and he voices his excited demand.
"...lights..."
And Kyuhyun grabs Ryeowook and hoists him up on the counter, before letting go and running to the light switch, loosing his footing on the way and cursing at the STUPID bucket of water he left when he cleaned up his mess earlier that day. Ryeowook chuckles, and the lights go off.
The older lover jumps in surprise when he feels Kyuhyun kiss him again (he didn't even hear him come back to the counter), tongues dancing together and lips delicately trapping... And when he opens his eyes, Kyuhyun's features get clearer through the darkness, and he smiles.
"Your Espresso is perfect. You are...perfect."
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A/N.: So? How did it turn out? - part 1
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Pairing: Kyuhyun/Ryeowook
Genre: Chaptered, Fluff, AU:Barista!Kyuhyun
Rating & Warning: PG-13
Summary: Ryeowook visits his boyfriend at his coffee shop after hours.
Disclaimer: I do not own Super Junior members *sighs* and have no rights over them, nor do I have any connections with their management. This is strictly a work of fiction.
A/N.: So this one is for Leunah23. She pimped my stories on the Kyuwook comm before I was given the pleasure of joining it ( isn't she a sweetheart?! XD), and I am enormously thankful for her help. Wanting to let her know my gratitude, I asked her if I could write something for her, and she agreed, with the following prompts:
LEUNAH23'S PROMPTS (CREDIT GOES TO HER FOR THE FOLLOWING ASPECTS OF THE STORY):
-Barista!Kyu
-Fluff
-Any rating
And so after a lot of brainstorming, this came out. I hope she will like it: it really comes from a grateful and happy state of mind, and I also hope that you guys will enjoy it as well XD
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Perfect -Part 1-
We regret to.........
They always regret.
Ryeowook sighs and looks out the window; the bus comes to a slow stop, the engine resting momentarily as someone waves at the bus, running to catch up. It's dark, but the person's features are suddenly illuminated when they get on, huffing and puffing in gratitude. And Ryeowook closes his eyes. Why is it that he never catches a break?
No, he bites his lip in shame, he is lucky, he is one of the luckiest persons alive.
And the bus turns the corner, slowly down to a halt at the stop sign, Ryeowook's cue to press on the button and ring the bell. He gets off thanking the driver, and walks hurriedly out. He waits for his crossing light, the crumpled piece of paper he was so desperate to read in his right fist, while the 4 rows of cars usually zooming by are forced to halt, letting him cross. It's a bit chilly, Ryeowook realizes when he feels the tip of his nose get cold, and he hurries his pace to a light jog, his feet escalating it to an excited run, and he turns another corner abruptly before stopping.
And in the distance, a few blocks ahead is a small and shabby shop, almost hidden by the luxurious vegetation outside. It could look beautiful and sophisticated, but its owner can't be bothered to care for it -Ryeowook smiles- the vines crawling over the facade, almost hiding the shop's name. Still panting from his short run, the young man starts walking slowly in its direction, smiling, and he stops when the gracious windows display the precious spectacle that is Cho Kyuhyun.
---
The ground beans are packed in the small receptacle, but he isn't satisfied - they should be much more packed - and he pushes them in a little tighter with his instrument, smirking at himself in satisfaction. And now it's ready, ready to be tested. He grabs the receptacle and secures it on the machine, the little cup underneath its spout, ready to receive the concoction. It's his own, this time. His beans, his roasting, his preparation, and it will taste good, much better than the previous try. He presses on the button to start the machine and leans on the counter, inches from the now trickling liquid, the pure white of the porcelain engulfed in dark brown. He rests his chin on his forearms, smiling excitedly - this time, this one is going to be good. It can't be bad, he reasons, because he did everything he had to for it to taste good - he changed the roasting time and the drying time, he put less beans in the grinder, and ground them fresh....The liquid stops trickling and he turns the machine off, eying the filled cup warningly with threatening eyes, and he delicately grabs it, takes a quick sip, smiles approvingly and turns around before setting it on the counter behind him.
The shop is empty, and he sighs in peace: yes, it's overtime work, and yes, he wishes he already knew how to do all of this so well, but it's all part of the job - trials and errors, and a lot of extra hours. Hours. It's been hours since he has seen Ryeowook.
Kyuhyun looks at the clock (is he going to visit tonight as well?), and he smiles. If he visits, it could.... it would be perfect. All of this would be perfect. His very own original Espresso, his shop, and his heart. All together. He looks up at the sound of the bell in the shop, and a wide smile threatens to split his face in half.
--
Ryeowook slowly and almost hesitantly pushes the door, and he can't repress his smile when Cho Kyuhyun greets him so beautifully, his features absolutely radiant. And the enticing smell of coffee, of his coffee fills the air.
"Well well, look who's here!"
And Ryeowook smiles even wider.
"Missed me?"
"Yeap. Yes."
Kyuhyun straightens up his posture, quickly wiping the counter when Ryeowook sits in front of him on the stool.
"I was just thinking of how.... of how I wanted you to try my Espresso."
And Ryeowook smiles his surprise.
"Another one? You didn't like the last one?"
"Na, it wasn't... well, you know. It wasn't it. This one is it, though, and I need it to be it. It's the base for my Mocha, my Latte, my Cappuccino... I mean it's the base for everything, and if this doesn't cut it..."
"I know, I know, the rest won't make it. I don't know why you are so worried though, the last one tasted fine to me."
"And that's why you are sitting there and I am behind the counter. Don't quit your day job."
And Ryeowook smiles faintly.
"What if... what if I.....quit?"
Kyuhyun snorts.
"Sure, like you would. What would you do, wash my dishes?"
And Kyuhyun's laughter resonates in the empty shop, a much needed reminder of how childish and dorky he can be, and Ryeowook retorts.
"Why not, though? I'd.... I'd be good at it, and I wouldn't be.......rejected."
His last word is whispered, but it is powerful enough to stop Kyuhyun from thinking or talking, and Kyuhyun looks at Ryeowook apologetically.
"They....they contacted you?"
"Yeap. And they are truly sorry, but my song's not cutting it."
Silence broken by Ryeowook's fist, throwing the crumpled up piece of paper in the trash behind the counter - and Kyuhyun suddenly grabs the small cup filled with Espresso from the counter, and throws its contents in the sink. Ryeowook looks up questioningly, and Kyuhyun smiles.
"Well, I mean, if you can't write music, then I sure as hell can't make coffee."
And he turns around, small porcelain cup still in his hands, gently deposing it on the counter before reaching for his apron behind his back and undoing it, letting it fall to the floor. He doesn't even notice when Ryeowook gets up from his stool, and he all but jumps in surprise when he is hugged from behind.
Ryeowook hugs Kyuhyun tight, his face digging into his coffee stained shirt - and it smells like coffee, and sugar with a hint of chocolate, and......and Kyuhyun, his stupid jokes, his cute laughter, his caring and his strong convictions. It smells heavenly. And the words are whispered from his lips without him even controlling them:
"I love you."
Kyuhyun's hands move to automatically grab Ryeowook's hands on his waist, and he turns around to face him.
"Look at you being all melodramatic, you and your....your...."
Ryeowook looks up, tears pooling at the corner of his left eye, and Kyuhyun is struck into silence. He is exquisite. Beautiful, absolutely beautiful and perfect, the perfect concoction, the right aroma, the perfect mix of everything and anything....
"You....You're ugly when you cry, ugly fugly."
And Ryeowook laughs a little.
"I know, I'm.. sorry..."
And Ryeowook reaches for Kyuhyun's mouth and pecks at it quickly (almost jokingly) before pulling away, but Kyuhyun grabs his shoulders and forces him back into the kiss, his lips locked on his, his words pushing through his mouth.
"You are so ugly......"
And Ryeowook laughs into the kiss, his hands suddenly encircling Kyuhyun's waist - and it's always like this around Kyuhyun, he notices: he can't keep crying. He tries, but he can't. And the kiss gets deeper, Kyuhyun's hands squeezing Ryeowook's shoulder, bringing him closer into him before traveling to his lower back, fingers curling underneath the hem of his shirt; and Ryeowook's eyes open wide when the warm hands come into contact with his skin, and he lets a small squeal of surprise escape his lips when he feels Kyuhyun's birthing desire against his lower belly. He pushes slowly away from the kiss and stares at Kyuhyun, gasping for air, while Kyuhyun's sultry and entrancing voice is directed at him, his forehead now rubbing against his own:
"I... I can turn off the lights, or....behind the counter, it's..."
Ryeowook usually disagrees, because he is too rational - they could be seen, they could be heard, it could be bad for his business.... but right now and like this, and with Kyuhyun in his arms, there is nothing he can't do, and he voices his excited demand.
"...lights..."
And Kyuhyun grabs Ryeowook and hoists him up on the counter, before letting go and running to the light switch, loosing his footing on the way and cursing at the STUPID bucket of water he left when he cleaned up his mess earlier that day. Ryeowook chuckles, and the lights go off.
The older lover jumps in surprise when he feels Kyuhyun kiss him again (he didn't even hear him come back to the counter), tongues dancing together and lips delicately trapping... And when he opens his eyes, Kyuhyun's features get clearer through the darkness, and he smiles.
"Your Espresso is perfect. You are...perfect."
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A/N.: So? How did it turn out? - part 1
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