[drabble] 002. christmas, 1/1
002. christmas
heechul/ryeowook | romance | pg
heechul has never tried, not for anyone, but for ryeowook, maybe he’ll make an effort. just a tiny one. a microscopic one.
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Heechul glances dubiously at Leeteuk, who’s been staring hard at him for the last few minutes. “What?”
“What did you do to Ryeowook this time?”
Blink. “What are you talking about?”
“You know exactly what I’m talking about.”
Okay. So just because he told Ryeowook to stop making him the same thing for breakfast every morning doesn’t mean that he did anything to him. “No, I don’t. Now excuse me while I ignore you.”
“He’s been moping, y’know. Donghae says he’s been composing in his room all day.”
Heechul rolls his eyes. “He can get over it.”
“That’s seriously no way to treat your boyfriend!” Leeteuk throws a cushion at Heechul’s face. He contemplates suffocating him with it. “And it’s Christmas Eve, too, don’t you think you should do something special for him for once? Instead of, y’know, letting him pamper you all the time.”
He looks at their leader. “The fans aren’t exaggerating when they say you’re the mother of the group.”
“I just don’t like bullies, that’s all.” Stretching, Leeteuk stands from the couch. Heechul flinches when he hears a few bones crack. “Anyway, I’m going out for a bit. I promised Hyukjae I’d go last minute Christmas shopping with him.” He finds himself alone in the next few minutes, listening to Sungmin playing the guitar in his room, and Ryeowook composing in his.
Ryeowook really does play the piano well. Heechul’s never told him that.
He watches TV for a little while longer, but he isn’t really paying attention to it. He has the morning’s events replaying in his mind-telling, not asking, Ryeowook to stop making him breakfast, it’s kind of annoying, I’m not even hungry a lot of the time-and then watching him timidly shrinking into himself, quiet and nodding and oh he really is a bully.
Ryeowook looks up from his keyboard when Heechul opens the door without knocking. Clearing his throat, he says while staring at a spot past Ryeowook’s shoulder, “I haven’t really gone Christmas shopping, so I was wondering if you could-y’know, help me make some cookies for the others.”
The younger boy stares at him for a moment, uncomprehending and somewhat afraid (tch, why should he be afraid; Kim Heechul chose him out of everyone else, for God’s sake), before nodding. “Okay.”
Heechul can’t help but ruffle his hair and pinch his cheek once he’s within reach, and when Ryeowook laughs delightedly, he knows things are okay again.
i was just on tumblr and spent about two solid hours going through a ryeowook tumblr, don't mind me ;A; that boy is so precious, he easily became my second bias
heechul/ryeowook | romance | pg
heechul has never tried, not for anyone, but for ryeowook, maybe he’ll make an effort. just a tiny one. a microscopic one.
challenge masterlist.
Heechul glances dubiously at Leeteuk, who’s been staring hard at him for the last few minutes. “What?”
“What did you do to Ryeowook this time?”
Blink. “What are you talking about?”
“You know exactly what I’m talking about.”
Okay. So just because he told Ryeowook to stop making him the same thing for breakfast every morning doesn’t mean that he did anything to him. “No, I don’t. Now excuse me while I ignore you.”
“He’s been moping, y’know. Donghae says he’s been composing in his room all day.”
Heechul rolls his eyes. “He can get over it.”
“That’s seriously no way to treat your boyfriend!” Leeteuk throws a cushion at Heechul’s face. He contemplates suffocating him with it. “And it’s Christmas Eve, too, don’t you think you should do something special for him for once? Instead of, y’know, letting him pamper you all the time.”
He looks at their leader. “The fans aren’t exaggerating when they say you’re the mother of the group.”
“I just don’t like bullies, that’s all.” Stretching, Leeteuk stands from the couch. Heechul flinches when he hears a few bones crack. “Anyway, I’m going out for a bit. I promised Hyukjae I’d go last minute Christmas shopping with him.” He finds himself alone in the next few minutes, listening to Sungmin playing the guitar in his room, and Ryeowook composing in his.
Ryeowook really does play the piano well. Heechul’s never told him that.
He watches TV for a little while longer, but he isn’t really paying attention to it. He has the morning’s events replaying in his mind-telling, not asking, Ryeowook to stop making him breakfast, it’s kind of annoying, I’m not even hungry a lot of the time-and then watching him timidly shrinking into himself, quiet and nodding and oh he really is a bully.
Ryeowook looks up from his keyboard when Heechul opens the door without knocking. Clearing his throat, he says while staring at a spot past Ryeowook’s shoulder, “I haven’t really gone Christmas shopping, so I was wondering if you could-y’know, help me make some cookies for the others.”
The younger boy stares at him for a moment, uncomprehending and somewhat afraid (tch, why should he be afraid; Kim Heechul chose him out of everyone else, for God’s sake), before nodding. “Okay.”
Heechul can’t help but ruffle his hair and pinch his cheek once he’s within reach, and when Ryeowook laughs delightedly, he knows things are okay again.
i was just on tumblr and spent about two solid hours going through a ryeowook tumblr, don't mind me ;A; that boy is so precious, he easily became my second bias