Weak
Title: Weak
Pairing: Kyuhyun/Ryeowook
Genre: Long drabble/One shot, angst, implied smut
Rating & Warning: PG-13
Summary: Kyuhyun wants Ryeowook back and Ryeowook's strength falters...or grows. Your call.
Disclaimer: I do not own Super Junior members - sighs - and have no rights over them, nor do I have any connections with their management.
A/N.: Personal therapy of some sort for an eventful past....
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Weak
And Ryeowook is strong.
His back hits the wall, and he can't breathe; Kyuhyun's grip burns his shoulders, and his stare of hate and desire is intense, and his words almost spiteful.
"Stop.....stop doing this to me...."
"I.... I'm not..."
Ryeowook's lips are damaged by their recent kiss, and he bites them to taste Kyuhyun, what's left of him on them, and he feels his tears brimming his eyes. Kyuhyun's wine breath overpowers his senses; it stinks, it stinks of him, of his arrogance, a reminder of how selfish he can be.
"....Stop....smiling...at me...."
And Ryeowook's teeth suddenly clench as his anger shoots out of his bitten lips.
"No." Because if he did, he'd fall apart.
Kyuhyun's fist hits the wall next to his ears, and he swallows. He gathers courage and looks up at him only to have his nose dangerously close, brushing his own, his eyes bearing into his, and there's no escape. This is the closest they have been while Ryeowook isn't drunk since the break-up few months ago, and Kyuhyun still shivers when they are close, Ryeowook notes. He still shivers, and he still needs him, because he drinks for them. And Ryeowook smiles faintly, calm murmur in a torrential storm.
"This was your doing, Kyuhyuna."
Ryeowook's daggers tug at Kyuhyun's heart, and he snorts. His hand reaches for Ryeowook's chin and he tilts it towards him, inches from his mouth before closing in on the distance, kissing him viciously, needingly, aggressively and desperately, and Ryeowook can't pick which is more prominent. He pushes Kyuhyun away, the latter grunting his despair.
"You... you drank too much. Leave my room."
Kyuhyun snaps back through gritted teeth.
"Fuck you. Why do you think I drink so much?"
"Because I can't stop smiling when I look at you, but I can't help it."
"I LOVE YOU!"
The scream is not quite shrill, but it's loud, and Ryeowook closes his eyes.
"I FUCKING STILL LOVE YOU!"
Ryeowook looks away, but Kyuhyun grabs his face and brings it back to face him, back so that he can look at it more, hate and love it more, and get through to him.
"AND I KNOW YOU DO TOO!"
And he kisses him again, Ryeowook squirming and Kyuhyun pressing some more, pressing his body into the wall so that he can't get away, so that he has no choice but to feel him, to feel his lips, his growing erection, his body. He feels him struggling, but he presses against him more, and he lets go for oxygen before kissing him again, a little more delicately this time, and when Ryeowook fights not to respond, he cries against his lips.
"Take me back...please...I....I'll do anything...."
Ryeowook hugs Kyuhyun when he starts sobbing. God how he misses him.
"I... I don't think I can do that yet...."
The wails get louder, and Ryeowook hugs tighter.
"I need.. time..."
In a renewed fit of anger, Kyuhyun growls angrily, and grabs Ryeowook by the arm, marking him, owning him.
"I don't care much time you take. You're still mine."
And Ryeowook takes a deep breath, because he recognizes that tone; when Kyuhyun came to his apartment last month, they ended up drinking and spending the night together, the two having sex and Ryeowook feeling terrible about it, having to tell Kyuhyun in the morning that it meant nothing as to their status, that they were still separated, because he wasn't over the betrayal yet.
"And I'm taking you back with me, you're coming home."
"No, I'm not."
And his petite body is pushed against the wall again, Kyuhyun's knee now in-between Ryeowook's legs, grinding against him, wanting to make him moan, and Ryeowook lets the desired moan escape his lips; he misses this. So much.
"I need you...."
Drunk from the alcohol and Ryeowook's scent, Kyuhyun grabs his shirt and forces it open, buttons flying about, and the thin body now at his mercy as he lets his hands roam inside the torn shirt to grab his waist. Kyuhyun's kisses on Ryeowook's neck are demanding, rough and desperate, and Ryeowook closes his eyes, partly because having him kiss him like that again is amazing, and because he can't deal with the conflicting emotions he feels while he reaches for Kyuhyun's hair. The latter, now on his collar bone, stops kissing at the feeling of Ryeowook's fingers in his hair and looks up at him, tears on his cheeks and red puffy eyes from his cries.
"Kyuhyuna..."
"No, let me... let me make love to you....please..."
And Ryeowook's lips are crushed again by Kyuhyun's raw desire, and he moans into his mouth words that contradict his actions.
"Let's...let's not..."
But Kyuhyun's warmth intoxicates his body, and soon, his hands roam everywhere on Ryeowook's upper body, pausing only to take off his own shirt, his scent now burning Ryeowook's nostrils; and Ryeowook stops fighting when Kyuhyun tilts his head for deeper kissing, before lifting him up in his arms, and bringing him to his bed.
Kyuhyun towers above him and showers his neck and shoulders with kisses, and Ryeowook starts crying, blurting out a mix of "how could you let this girl touch you" and "I've cried so much", hitting him everywhere he can reach, both hating and needing him. Kyuhyun cries his answers of "I was completely crazy" and "I'd die to take it all away" as he kisses Ryeowook's wet eyelids, his forehead secured onto his, hitching a ride on Ryeowook's despair and hurt.
"I can't....touch you where she....I just can't...."
And Kyuhyun grabs his hand and places it on his heart, before he whispers back:
"Well then touch me where she'll never even remotely come close...."
And suddenly, Ryeowook starts crying loud, much louder than before, and hitting Kyuhyun hard, and harder with his free hand, hitting him on his back, his shoulder, his hips; and Kyuhyun remains still, lets him hit wherever he wants, do whatever he wants to him, because his body belongs to Ryeowook. And when Ryeowook's trashing and hitting stops, Kyuhyun whispers.
"I'm so sorry.....I love you, I love you soooo much....I'm so sorry....."
The past few months take their toll on Ryeowook as his tears seem never ending, and his heart shivers remembering the many nights he spent up, crying and calling his friends, calling his parents, and putting up with Kyuhyun's incessant apologies and phone calls. He even remembers the fight they had had before Kyuhyun left angry that night and ended up cheating, and the guilt adds on to his feelings because he still thinks it was his fault for letting this guy he doesn't even know near him. He should have known better.
And Kyuhyun keeps his monologue going.
"I was a jealous idiot, no, I am, I am an idiot, and I....I need you.....so damn much that I can't... function anymore..."
Kyuhyun cups Ryeowook's face with his hands, and Ryeowook stops sobbing for a second, dark and shining orbs stealing his breath away.
"Give me one last chance to prove it to you....Please...Just one chance...."
And Ryeowook's anger breaks, he thinks, because he feels himself overcome with love, and forgiveness and promises; and when Kyuhyun kisses him, he suddenly kisses back for the first time in months, and Kyuhyun moans lovingly around his tongue, waltzing it seductively, before pulling out and daring a faint smile at him, quite clearly accentuated by his fear of Ryeowook's response.
"Is.....is that my answer?"
Ryeowook's eyes blink out another tear, which Kyuhyun makes quick work of wiping away with the back of his hand, kissing his cheek to erase its trail.
"I...I can't jump back into it, you'll....have to be patient...."
"Yes, Yes, I know, I know..."
Ryeowook's heart starts pumping a very faint level of happiness in his blood for the first time in a very long time as Kyuhyun's rapid answers betray his happiness.
"Anything you need, anything, I'll do it, all of it: I'll give you all the time in the world, I'll.... I'll do anything..."
And Ryeowook looks away for a second, but Kyuhyun palms his right cheek and brings him back towards him.
"I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you. I promise..."
And Kyuhyun kisses Ryeowook again, and the little lover kisses back. Their clothes are soon discarded and Kyuhyun makes love to him like Ryeowook has never felt before; it's slow, caring, loving, warm, seductive, apologetic and intense. And when they fall asleep in each other's arms, Ryeowook dreams that nothing ever went wrong between them, that he never let this random guy kiss him and that Kyuhyun never drank himself into cheating, and that their love is pure. Still so pure.
And Ryeowook is strong.
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Pairing: Kyuhyun/Ryeowook
Genre: Long drabble/One shot, angst, implied smut
Rating & Warning: PG-13
Summary: Kyuhyun wants Ryeowook back and Ryeowook's strength falters...or grows. Your call.
Disclaimer: I do not own Super Junior members - sighs - and have no rights over them, nor do I have any connections with their management.
A/N.: Personal therapy of some sort for an eventful past....
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Weak
And Ryeowook is strong.
His back hits the wall, and he can't breathe; Kyuhyun's grip burns his shoulders, and his stare of hate and desire is intense, and his words almost spiteful.
"Stop.....stop doing this to me...."
"I.... I'm not..."
Ryeowook's lips are damaged by their recent kiss, and he bites them to taste Kyuhyun, what's left of him on them, and he feels his tears brimming his eyes. Kyuhyun's wine breath overpowers his senses; it stinks, it stinks of him, of his arrogance, a reminder of how selfish he can be.
"....Stop....smiling...at me...."
And Ryeowook's teeth suddenly clench as his anger shoots out of his bitten lips.
"No." Because if he did, he'd fall apart.
Kyuhyun's fist hits the wall next to his ears, and he swallows. He gathers courage and looks up at him only to have his nose dangerously close, brushing his own, his eyes bearing into his, and there's no escape. This is the closest they have been while Ryeowook isn't drunk since the break-up few months ago, and Kyuhyun still shivers when they are close, Ryeowook notes. He still shivers, and he still needs him, because he drinks for them. And Ryeowook smiles faintly, calm murmur in a torrential storm.
"This was your doing, Kyuhyuna."
Ryeowook's daggers tug at Kyuhyun's heart, and he snorts. His hand reaches for Ryeowook's chin and he tilts it towards him, inches from his mouth before closing in on the distance, kissing him viciously, needingly, aggressively and desperately, and Ryeowook can't pick which is more prominent. He pushes Kyuhyun away, the latter grunting his despair.
"You... you drank too much. Leave my room."
Kyuhyun snaps back through gritted teeth.
"Fuck you. Why do you think I drink so much?"
"Because I can't stop smiling when I look at you, but I can't help it."
"I LOVE YOU!"
The scream is not quite shrill, but it's loud, and Ryeowook closes his eyes.
"I FUCKING STILL LOVE YOU!"
Ryeowook looks away, but Kyuhyun grabs his face and brings it back to face him, back so that he can look at it more, hate and love it more, and get through to him.
"AND I KNOW YOU DO TOO!"
And he kisses him again, Ryeowook squirming and Kyuhyun pressing some more, pressing his body into the wall so that he can't get away, so that he has no choice but to feel him, to feel his lips, his growing erection, his body. He feels him struggling, but he presses against him more, and he lets go for oxygen before kissing him again, a little more delicately this time, and when Ryeowook fights not to respond, he cries against his lips.
"Take me back...please...I....I'll do anything...."
Ryeowook hugs Kyuhyun when he starts sobbing. God how he misses him.
"I... I don't think I can do that yet...."
The wails get louder, and Ryeowook hugs tighter.
"I need.. time..."
In a renewed fit of anger, Kyuhyun growls angrily, and grabs Ryeowook by the arm, marking him, owning him.
"I don't care much time you take. You're still mine."
And Ryeowook takes a deep breath, because he recognizes that tone; when Kyuhyun came to his apartment last month, they ended up drinking and spending the night together, the two having sex and Ryeowook feeling terrible about it, having to tell Kyuhyun in the morning that it meant nothing as to their status, that they were still separated, because he wasn't over the betrayal yet.
"And I'm taking you back with me, you're coming home."
"No, I'm not."
And his petite body is pushed against the wall again, Kyuhyun's knee now in-between Ryeowook's legs, grinding against him, wanting to make him moan, and Ryeowook lets the desired moan escape his lips; he misses this. So much.
"I need you...."
Drunk from the alcohol and Ryeowook's scent, Kyuhyun grabs his shirt and forces it open, buttons flying about, and the thin body now at his mercy as he lets his hands roam inside the torn shirt to grab his waist. Kyuhyun's kisses on Ryeowook's neck are demanding, rough and desperate, and Ryeowook closes his eyes, partly because having him kiss him like that again is amazing, and because he can't deal with the conflicting emotions he feels while he reaches for Kyuhyun's hair. The latter, now on his collar bone, stops kissing at the feeling of Ryeowook's fingers in his hair and looks up at him, tears on his cheeks and red puffy eyes from his cries.
"Kyuhyuna..."
"No, let me... let me make love to you....please..."
And Ryeowook's lips are crushed again by Kyuhyun's raw desire, and he moans into his mouth words that contradict his actions.
"Let's...let's not..."
But Kyuhyun's warmth intoxicates his body, and soon, his hands roam everywhere on Ryeowook's upper body, pausing only to take off his own shirt, his scent now burning Ryeowook's nostrils; and Ryeowook stops fighting when Kyuhyun tilts his head for deeper kissing, before lifting him up in his arms, and bringing him to his bed.
Kyuhyun towers above him and showers his neck and shoulders with kisses, and Ryeowook starts crying, blurting out a mix of "how could you let this girl touch you" and "I've cried so much", hitting him everywhere he can reach, both hating and needing him. Kyuhyun cries his answers of "I was completely crazy" and "I'd die to take it all away" as he kisses Ryeowook's wet eyelids, his forehead secured onto his, hitching a ride on Ryeowook's despair and hurt.
"I can't....touch you where she....I just can't...."
And Kyuhyun grabs his hand and places it on his heart, before he whispers back:
"Well then touch me where she'll never even remotely come close...."
And suddenly, Ryeowook starts crying loud, much louder than before, and hitting Kyuhyun hard, and harder with his free hand, hitting him on his back, his shoulder, his hips; and Kyuhyun remains still, lets him hit wherever he wants, do whatever he wants to him, because his body belongs to Ryeowook. And when Ryeowook's trashing and hitting stops, Kyuhyun whispers.
"I'm so sorry.....I love you, I love you soooo much....I'm so sorry....."
The past few months take their toll on Ryeowook as his tears seem never ending, and his heart shivers remembering the many nights he spent up, crying and calling his friends, calling his parents, and putting up with Kyuhyun's incessant apologies and phone calls. He even remembers the fight they had had before Kyuhyun left angry that night and ended up cheating, and the guilt adds on to his feelings because he still thinks it was his fault for letting this guy he doesn't even know near him. He should have known better.
And Kyuhyun keeps his monologue going.
"I was a jealous idiot, no, I am, I am an idiot, and I....I need you.....so damn much that I can't... function anymore..."
Kyuhyun cups Ryeowook's face with his hands, and Ryeowook stops sobbing for a second, dark and shining orbs stealing his breath away.
"Give me one last chance to prove it to you....Please...Just one chance...."
And Ryeowook's anger breaks, he thinks, because he feels himself overcome with love, and forgiveness and promises; and when Kyuhyun kisses him, he suddenly kisses back for the first time in months, and Kyuhyun moans lovingly around his tongue, waltzing it seductively, before pulling out and daring a faint smile at him, quite clearly accentuated by his fear of Ryeowook's response.
"Is.....is that my answer?"
Ryeowook's eyes blink out another tear, which Kyuhyun makes quick work of wiping away with the back of his hand, kissing his cheek to erase its trail.
"I...I can't jump back into it, you'll....have to be patient...."
"Yes, Yes, I know, I know..."
Ryeowook's heart starts pumping a very faint level of happiness in his blood for the first time in a very long time as Kyuhyun's rapid answers betray his happiness.
"Anything you need, anything, I'll do it, all of it: I'll give you all the time in the world, I'll.... I'll do anything..."
And Ryeowook looks away for a second, but Kyuhyun palms his right cheek and brings him back towards him.
"I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you. I promise..."
And Kyuhyun kisses Ryeowook again, and the little lover kisses back. Their clothes are soon discarded and Kyuhyun makes love to him like Ryeowook has never felt before; it's slow, caring, loving, warm, seductive, apologetic and intense. And when they fall asleep in each other's arms, Ryeowook dreams that nothing ever went wrong between them, that he never let this random guy kiss him and that Kyuhyun never drank himself into cheating, and that their love is pure. Still so pure.
And Ryeowook is strong.
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