From the Soul to the Song - Verse Fourteen
From the Soul to the Song
Verse Fourteen
White moonlight spilled from the sky and shimmered off the water giving it an ethereal glow. Waist deep in the water stood a man with his arms extended, palms down. The water lapped around his form, damping his night shirt, yet he didn’t seem to even realize. His eyes, as he gazed blankly at the other side of the pond. His mind was filled with the Songs of everything around him.
He could see the bright pinpoints of light curling around every living thing. It was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen. Why had he never heard them before? There was so much music everywhere and he had missed it. If it wasn’t for his work with the Player he might never have discovered this. He let the music flow around him and it filled him. He could call the Songs if he wanted to. They would come to him if he called them. He knew they would.
On the other shore a larger and more powerful Song approached. It was one whom he knew he could pull almost infinite power from, one who’s Song he was familiar with.
“Yesung,” the owner of the brighter Song called to him. The word sounded unfamiliar and foreign, but it was beneficial to know that the one with the bright Song possessed speech. That was good; his Song would be that much stronger.
“I can hear it all,” he told the one with the bright Song.
“Hear what?”
“The Songs. I have been deaf but now I can hear. Come,” he held out his hand to the one on the bank. “Come join your Song with mine. Feel the music.”
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The moment he found his band mate, Ryeowook knew something was horribly wrong. Yesung’s eyes were glazed over and didn’t seem to be focusing on him at all when he spoke. The words that the man said sounded nothing like the Yesung he knew.
“Yesung,” he said again softly. “Yesung what are you doing?”
“I’m listening to the music,” he said. “Come join your Song with mine and we will feel the music together.”
His words made absolutely no sense to Ryeowook. ’Singer of Spirit, do not let your Spinner linger in the Songs too long. If he loses himself he will not return,’ Ryeowook could not see her but he had a feeling that Irirangi knew what she was talking about. Unmindful of his clothing he stepped into the warm water and began making his way to Yesung.
When he was close enough, Ryeowook grasped Yesung’s out stretched hand. Immediately he could feel the man reaching within him to pull at his Song. Instead of feeling warm and familiar, the pull felt cold and violent. Ryeowook shuttered and clamped down on his own Song, resisting the natural desire to give it to his Spinner.
“Singer, give me your Song,” Yesung ordered, narrowing his eyes in frustration.
“No,” Ryeowook said as firmly as he could. “Not like this.”
“Give it to me or I will take it,” the man in front of him threatened. Power flickered around Yesung’s body adding substance to his threat.
“No,” Ryeowook said again, softer this time. “Come back to me Jongwoon,” he said very softly. Quickly, before the Spinner could use any of the power he had amassed against him, Ryeowook darted in and pressed his lips to Yesung’s. His free hand grasped the other man’s shirt in effort to ground himself in case anything happened.
In front of him, Yesung stiffened and his fingers clenched tighter onto Ryeowook’s. After a moment, Ryeowook pulled away. If that had done nothing, then prolonging the action wouldn’t help either. When he leaned back to look at the man in front of him, wide terrified eyes stared back at him.
“Ryeowook, I don’t. It’s so loud. I can’t,” Yesung mumbled incoherently.
The fear in the other man’s eyes both unnerved Ryeowook and gave him hope. Yesung never allowed his fear to show, but at least he didn’t seem to be completely lost yet. “Just listen to me,” Ryeowook told him. He didn’t know how he knew, but he knew it was safe to give Yesung his Song.
Yesung shuddered as Ryeowook’s Song filled him and his free arm wrapped itself around the man, pulling him close. He buried his face in Ryeowook’s neck. “I can still hear them. Ryeowook, they are calling to me. They won’t be quiet. I can’t.”
“Shh,” Ryeowook cooed to him. He untangled their hands so he could wrap his arms around Yesung and run a hand down his back soothingly. “Jongwoon, I’m here, just listen to me.”
“Distract me,” Yesung murmured, the fear slowly fading from his voice. “Distract me. Please, Ryeowook.” He tipped up his face to look at the younger man.
Ryeowook nodded and pressed their lips together once more. After a moment he pulled back and Yesung blinked up at him. “I can still feel them. More. I need-“
“I know,” Ryeowook told him softly. He silenced him with his lips again, running his hand down the older man’s back. This time when he slid it back up, it was beneath fabric against warm flesh. “I’ll take care of you Jongwoon. Let me distract you,” Ryeowook murmured against his lips. Yesung nodded and then stifled a gasp as Ryeowook proceeded to do just that.
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“Are you alright?” Ryeowook asked softly, sometime later. He was lying on his back in soft grass beside the pond. Although the nights in Sanctuary never got truly chilly, he figured he would likely catch some sort of chill with the sweat and water drying on his body. Surprisingly he wasn’t cold in the slightest bit. He had suspicions that Yesung might have had something to do with that.
“Yeah,” Yesung’s reply came out slightly muffled since his head was half turned so that his face was partially pressed into Ryeowook’s bare stomach. He had discovered, minutes ago, that Ryeowook’s Song was the loudest when he was there, and he was reluctant to move.
“What happened?” Ryeowook prompted softly.
Yesung sighed, lifted his head, and offered him one of the smiles he always gave on shows before he would fall silent and pretend to not be there. Ryeowook gave a sharp tug on the hair that his hand was buried in, indicating that that sort of reaction was not allowed. The older man sighed again and shifted. He nuzzled into Ryeowook stomach and placed a few kisses there before receiving another tug on his hair.
Seeing that Ryeowook would not be swayed to allow anything else, he pressed his cheek against the other man’s stomach and began to talk. “I don’t know,” he admitted, something that most people would be unwilling to say, and him even more so. “After we made Henry’s violin, I could just hear things, things that I never heard before. When I went to bed, I thought it would be gone in the morning. I couldn’t get to sleep. The Songs that I heard just kept getting louder and louder.”
“Songs?” Ryeowook prompted. His fingers on one hand had taken to running gently through Yesung’s hair, while his other hand stroked soothingly along whatever he could reach.
“Yeah. Songs from everything. Did you know that grass has a Song? Well it does. Everything that lives has a Song. I could hear all of them so loud. It was like they were all offering themselves to me and I got lost in them.”
“And now?” he asked hesitantly.
“Now I can hear them, but there is you. I don’t feel like I need them. Maybe because your Song is drowning them out,” Yesung murmured as if he was throwing around ideas in his head. They fell into companionable silence. Ryeowook continued to pet and move his fingers, while Yesung simply lay and mused.
“Sorry Ryeowook,” Yesung said softly a few minutes later.
“For what?” Ryeowook ask drowsily.
“For your first time happening like this.”
Ryeowook blushed lightly. “It wasn’t that bad,” he muttered.
“No?” Yesung asked with a smile that Ryeowook didn’t trust. “Does that mean you would be willing to try that again?”
The blush deepened and he hit Yesung on the shoulder. “Maybe.”
“Maybe meaning?” Yesung prompted. He set his hand on Ryeowook’s stomach and slid it slowly upwards, enjoying how the body beneath him trembled with its passing. Slender fingers closed around his, stilling his progress.
“Meaning never if you don’t knock it off.”
Yesung was still plotting his next move when he heard the bushes rustle as if something of decent size was crashing through them. Thanks to his new found ability, he knew exactly who it was and was unbothered. Ryeowook, however, did not have that luxury and turned a panicked glance to the forest edge.
From the bushes emerged Zhou mi, who looked frantic. As soon as his eyes fell on them he bent over panting for air. “Yesung… are you… ok? I felt something was wrong,” he said as he straightened.
Yesung smiled. He reached for Zhou mi’s Song and without even realizing it, the man turned it over to him. It was amusing to him that he didn’t even need to touch the Singer he hadn’t been intimate with to receive his Song anymore, thanks to his new abilities.
“Is everything ok?” Zhou mi asked worried.
Ryeowook had apparently been embarrassed to speechlessness, more than likely because his nude position with his equally nude band mate left little possibility for what they had been doing. “Well,” Yesung answered. “I almost lost myself to the Music of Creation. I was standing on the edge of crazy and then Ryeowook came along and kissed it better, among other things.”
“I… This isn’t what it looks like,” Ryeowook muttered. Zhou mi offered him a disbelieving look.
“Of course it is. It looks like we just had sex and we did,” Yesung said with a smirk.
“And you are never having it again!” Ryeowook declared angrily. He would have shoved Yesung off of him but that would have exposed some of his more personal bits and although Zhou mi had very likely seen it all before, the current situation made him very unwilling to show anything further. The Chinese man shifted awkwardly.
Yesung laughed. “That is what you say. Hey Zhou mi, you want to fish our clothing out of the pond? I have a Singer to prove wrong.” Ryeowook glared. Zhou mi obeyed.
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Ryeowook had managed to dress and drag them all back without too much further incident. His clothing was wetter then he would have liked it, but there was no way he would go without it. Ryeowook walked on one side of Yesung and Zhou mi had naturally fallen onto the man’s other side, ready to offer him support if he needed it.
The moment the dorm came into sight, Yesung froze and snatched Ryeowook’s wrist. His fingers tightened to the point of bruising, but that wasn’t what Ryeowook was worried about. “Yesung, are you ok?” he asked softly.
Zhou mi had stopped as well and gave the man a concerned look. “Yesung?”
Yesung closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Kiss me,” he said softly.
“What?” Ryeowook responded startled.
“Please,” Yesung gave his arm a tug and Ryeowook gave into it. He stepped in front of Yesung and pressed his lips to the other man’s. Their kiss was stiff, just the press of skin against skin. After a moment Yesung broke it and slid to his knees.
Zhou mi cleared his throat nervously. “Uh Yesung?”
Yesung didn’t answer immediately. Instead he pressed his forehead into the damp fabric covering Ryeowook’s stomach. He stayed there for a moment before he sighed and his body relaxed. His Singers exchanged confused glances over his head but didn’t make any move to shift the man.
“Why do they have to be so loud?” Yesung complained.
“Who?” Zhou mi asked.
“The rest of our group. Their Songs are practically screaming at me to take them.”
“I don’t think that would be a good idea,” Ryeowook said after a moment.
“I don’t either,” Yesung was silent for a moment more before he took a deep breath and rose to his feet. He released his hold on Ryeowook’s wrist and offered him an apologetic look. “Sorry.”
“It’s alright,” Ryeowook reassured him, reaching for his hand. He laced their fingers together.
“Come on,” Yesung tugged him forward towards their dorm.
Leeteuk was waiting for them at the entrance; his face was filled with worry. Clearly, at some point, his leader senses had kicked in and roused him from his own sleep. “What were you three doing?” he half scolded them, the moment they were close enough to be spoken to.
“Just taking a stroll in the moonlight,” Zhou mi told him.
“Why are you wet?” Leeteuk pressed further.
“We fell in a pond,” the Chinese man replied as if it was entirely normal to be walking and fall straight into a body of water.
Leeteuk narrowed his eyes and looked over the trio. “Yesung, you don’t look so well.” As he stepped forward and reached out his hand to check for a fever, Yesung quickly ducked backwards, putting Ryeowook between himself and the other man. Leeteuk’s brow wrinkled in confusion.
“It’s been a long night Hyung,” Ryeowook said softly.
Leeteuk nodded and dropped his hand. “Well, get inside and get into dry clothes. Maybe Yesung should take a hot bath. If you need someone to warm the water, wake Heechul. He’ll grumble but he’ll do it.”
Ryeowook nodded and tugged Yesung after him into the building. The man was careful to keep Ryeowook between him and Leeteuk at all times. Their leader just gave them a slightly confused look and shook his head. “I think I’ve been getting too much sleep,” they heard him mutter before they were too far down the hall to hear anymore.
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“You should go get some rest,” Yesung told them both once they were safely in his room.
“And leave you to wander off again. Not likely,” Ryeowook snapped. He quickly stripped out of his clothing and moved to the closet where he grabbed a pair of Yesung’s pajamas for himself and another for Zhou mi. “Here,” he tossed them to the Chinese man before pulling on his own set. With that done he forced Yesung out of his wet clothes and properly hung up all three sets before shooing the man towards his bed.
“I’m sorry, I -“ Yesung started as he slid under the covers.
“Jongwoon,” Ryeowook snapped. “You are not acting like yourself tonight, so kindly shut up and go to sleep. Zhou mi,” he pointed towards the bed and the other man slinked over and crawled in without so much as an argument.
“He gets like this sometimes in China too,” Zhou mi muttered to Yesung quietly. “We have learned its best just to shut up and obey.”
“I heard that,” Ryeowook snapped. He flipped off the light, before moving to the bed and sliding beneath the covers on Yesung’s other side. Immediately the man molded himself to Ryeowook’s body.
Ryeowook sighed and pulled Yesung closer. “We are here. It will all be better in the morning.”
Yesung hummed in agreement and closed his eyes. Not a minute later he fell into a deep sleep with the sound of their Songs filling his mind.
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Unsurprisingly, Ryeowook had been right. By morning Yesung felt much more himself. He was able to cut the connection with his Singers without feeling as though he was going to steal every Song in hearing range. That was much better than the night before when he had been sure that if he touched Leeteuk, that would have been the end of his control.
At breakfast, Leeteuk offered him a questioning look but said nothing of the previous night’s events. The three of them sat together, Ryeowook and Zhou mi framing him in as if he needed to be kept safe. Yesung smiled to himself. It was an amusing idea.
Down the table, Heechul was teasing Donghae over something that Yesung couldn’t quite make out. He had a feeling it had something to do with the new nightly activities the man shared with two of his friends if Donghae’s continuous blushing was any indication.
“Ryeowook,” Henry’s voice, filled with surprise, drew his attention from the other side of the mentioned man. “There is a huge mark on your neck. What happened?”
Ryeowook’s hand immediately flew to his neck to cover the mark and he blushed deep red. “I, it’s nothing. I must have gotten hit with something in training.”
Yesung smiled in satisfaction. Henry would have to be a complete moron to believe that one.
“But Hyung,” Henry protested trying to pry Ryeowook’s fingers away. “That looks bad. You should have Leeteuk and Kangin heal it.”
“No it’s ok,” Ryeowook told him, pushing his hand away and then patting him affectionately.
“Why wouldn’t you want them to heal it? It’s what they are supposed to do,” Henry asked.
“It’s not that important.”
“It is. You should get it healed and then we will have to deal with whatever caused it so it doesn’t happen again,” Henry insisted.
Ryeowook, who had just managed to get his flush under control, darkened again. “It’s not a big deal.”
“Of course it is Hyung. Come on,” Henry tugged on his arm and tried to pull him up. “Now who gave you that mark?”
“It’s not from fighting,” Ryeowook hissed trying to spare himself having a further scene. “It’s a hicky ok. Just leave it be.”
Immediately Henry grinned and released his arm. “He just told me it was a hicky. Pay up.”
“No way,” Heechul argued immediately, his previous conversation forgotten. “You have to have a witness.”
“I heard him say it,” Zhou mi agreed. Heechul glared.
There were several grumbles from around the table as members counted out the appropriate amount and handed it to the man. Henry happily counted everything he received and split it into two piles. He then rose.
“Here,” he held out one of the piles to Yesung. “Thanks Hyung.”
“Anytime,” Yesung said with a smirk, accepting the cash.
“You,” Ryeowook accused.
“What?” Yesung shrugged and pocketed the money. “I was just showing off my own handy work and making a bit of profit off it.”
Ryeowook glared. “Well you can find somewhere else to put your handy work,” he hissed. He rose from the table and stormed from the room.
Yesung reclined comfortably as conversation around the table resumed. He exchanged knowing smirks with Zhou mi.
“Yesung!” Ryeowook’s voice echoed through the hallway, loud and upset, two minutes later. Yesung laughed. It was good to be back.
Verse Fifteen
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AN: Wow I must really like you guys. I didn't even make you all hang off the cliff for more then three days! I tossed you a rope and let you climb up, but don't worry I'll kick you off cliff and make you hang again shortly. ^_^ You must all be really spoiled!
Anyway, because I'm bored I have decided to do another round of holiday drabbles. I have three prompts from last time that will be on there but three is not enough to make a post of fun. So I'm going to ask you all again. It doesn't matter if you gave me one last time. Give me another! It doesn't matter if you have never commented before. Now is the time to start! The crazier they are, the more fun it will. The sky is the limit on the fandom too. It doesn't have to be Super Junior (although I have found that groups that I have no idea about i.e. most of the girl groups won't come out too in character and I hate to butcher character.) So hit me with your requests. All I need from you is a pairing or character and one holiday themed word as a prompt! That is it. Get creative!
(Can anyone tell that I am just a bit hyper and strange today?)
Verse Fourteen
White moonlight spilled from the sky and shimmered off the water giving it an ethereal glow. Waist deep in the water stood a man with his arms extended, palms down. The water lapped around his form, damping his night shirt, yet he didn’t seem to even realize. His eyes, as he gazed blankly at the other side of the pond. His mind was filled with the Songs of everything around him.
He could see the bright pinpoints of light curling around every living thing. It was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen. Why had he never heard them before? There was so much music everywhere and he had missed it. If it wasn’t for his work with the Player he might never have discovered this. He let the music flow around him and it filled him. He could call the Songs if he wanted to. They would come to him if he called them. He knew they would.
On the other shore a larger and more powerful Song approached. It was one whom he knew he could pull almost infinite power from, one who’s Song he was familiar with.
“Yesung,” the owner of the brighter Song called to him. The word sounded unfamiliar and foreign, but it was beneficial to know that the one with the bright Song possessed speech. That was good; his Song would be that much stronger.
“I can hear it all,” he told the one with the bright Song.
“Hear what?”
“The Songs. I have been deaf but now I can hear. Come,” he held out his hand to the one on the bank. “Come join your Song with mine. Feel the music.”
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The moment he found his band mate, Ryeowook knew something was horribly wrong. Yesung’s eyes were glazed over and didn’t seem to be focusing on him at all when he spoke. The words that the man said sounded nothing like the Yesung he knew.
“Yesung,” he said again softly. “Yesung what are you doing?”
“I’m listening to the music,” he said. “Come join your Song with mine and we will feel the music together.”
His words made absolutely no sense to Ryeowook. ’Singer of Spirit, do not let your Spinner linger in the Songs too long. If he loses himself he will not return,’ Ryeowook could not see her but he had a feeling that Irirangi knew what she was talking about. Unmindful of his clothing he stepped into the warm water and began making his way to Yesung.
When he was close enough, Ryeowook grasped Yesung’s out stretched hand. Immediately he could feel the man reaching within him to pull at his Song. Instead of feeling warm and familiar, the pull felt cold and violent. Ryeowook shuttered and clamped down on his own Song, resisting the natural desire to give it to his Spinner.
“Singer, give me your Song,” Yesung ordered, narrowing his eyes in frustration.
“No,” Ryeowook said as firmly as he could. “Not like this.”
“Give it to me or I will take it,” the man in front of him threatened. Power flickered around Yesung’s body adding substance to his threat.
“No,” Ryeowook said again, softer this time. “Come back to me Jongwoon,” he said very softly. Quickly, before the Spinner could use any of the power he had amassed against him, Ryeowook darted in and pressed his lips to Yesung’s. His free hand grasped the other man’s shirt in effort to ground himself in case anything happened.
In front of him, Yesung stiffened and his fingers clenched tighter onto Ryeowook’s. After a moment, Ryeowook pulled away. If that had done nothing, then prolonging the action wouldn’t help either. When he leaned back to look at the man in front of him, wide terrified eyes stared back at him.
“Ryeowook, I don’t. It’s so loud. I can’t,” Yesung mumbled incoherently.
The fear in the other man’s eyes both unnerved Ryeowook and gave him hope. Yesung never allowed his fear to show, but at least he didn’t seem to be completely lost yet. “Just listen to me,” Ryeowook told him. He didn’t know how he knew, but he knew it was safe to give Yesung his Song.
Yesung shuddered as Ryeowook’s Song filled him and his free arm wrapped itself around the man, pulling him close. He buried his face in Ryeowook’s neck. “I can still hear them. Ryeowook, they are calling to me. They won’t be quiet. I can’t.”
“Shh,” Ryeowook cooed to him. He untangled their hands so he could wrap his arms around Yesung and run a hand down his back soothingly. “Jongwoon, I’m here, just listen to me.”
“Distract me,” Yesung murmured, the fear slowly fading from his voice. “Distract me. Please, Ryeowook.” He tipped up his face to look at the younger man.
Ryeowook nodded and pressed their lips together once more. After a moment he pulled back and Yesung blinked up at him. “I can still feel them. More. I need-“
“I know,” Ryeowook told him softly. He silenced him with his lips again, running his hand down the older man’s back. This time when he slid it back up, it was beneath fabric against warm flesh. “I’ll take care of you Jongwoon. Let me distract you,” Ryeowook murmured against his lips. Yesung nodded and then stifled a gasp as Ryeowook proceeded to do just that.
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“Are you alright?” Ryeowook asked softly, sometime later. He was lying on his back in soft grass beside the pond. Although the nights in Sanctuary never got truly chilly, he figured he would likely catch some sort of chill with the sweat and water drying on his body. Surprisingly he wasn’t cold in the slightest bit. He had suspicions that Yesung might have had something to do with that.
“Yeah,” Yesung’s reply came out slightly muffled since his head was half turned so that his face was partially pressed into Ryeowook’s bare stomach. He had discovered, minutes ago, that Ryeowook’s Song was the loudest when he was there, and he was reluctant to move.
“What happened?” Ryeowook prompted softly.
Yesung sighed, lifted his head, and offered him one of the smiles he always gave on shows before he would fall silent and pretend to not be there. Ryeowook gave a sharp tug on the hair that his hand was buried in, indicating that that sort of reaction was not allowed. The older man sighed again and shifted. He nuzzled into Ryeowook stomach and placed a few kisses there before receiving another tug on his hair.
Seeing that Ryeowook would not be swayed to allow anything else, he pressed his cheek against the other man’s stomach and began to talk. “I don’t know,” he admitted, something that most people would be unwilling to say, and him even more so. “After we made Henry’s violin, I could just hear things, things that I never heard before. When I went to bed, I thought it would be gone in the morning. I couldn’t get to sleep. The Songs that I heard just kept getting louder and louder.”
“Songs?” Ryeowook prompted. His fingers on one hand had taken to running gently through Yesung’s hair, while his other hand stroked soothingly along whatever he could reach.
“Yeah. Songs from everything. Did you know that grass has a Song? Well it does. Everything that lives has a Song. I could hear all of them so loud. It was like they were all offering themselves to me and I got lost in them.”
“And now?” he asked hesitantly.
“Now I can hear them, but there is you. I don’t feel like I need them. Maybe because your Song is drowning them out,” Yesung murmured as if he was throwing around ideas in his head. They fell into companionable silence. Ryeowook continued to pet and move his fingers, while Yesung simply lay and mused.
“Sorry Ryeowook,” Yesung said softly a few minutes later.
“For what?” Ryeowook ask drowsily.
“For your first time happening like this.”
Ryeowook blushed lightly. “It wasn’t that bad,” he muttered.
“No?” Yesung asked with a smile that Ryeowook didn’t trust. “Does that mean you would be willing to try that again?”
The blush deepened and he hit Yesung on the shoulder. “Maybe.”
“Maybe meaning?” Yesung prompted. He set his hand on Ryeowook’s stomach and slid it slowly upwards, enjoying how the body beneath him trembled with its passing. Slender fingers closed around his, stilling his progress.
“Meaning never if you don’t knock it off.”
Yesung was still plotting his next move when he heard the bushes rustle as if something of decent size was crashing through them. Thanks to his new found ability, he knew exactly who it was and was unbothered. Ryeowook, however, did not have that luxury and turned a panicked glance to the forest edge.
From the bushes emerged Zhou mi, who looked frantic. As soon as his eyes fell on them he bent over panting for air. “Yesung… are you… ok? I felt something was wrong,” he said as he straightened.
Yesung smiled. He reached for Zhou mi’s Song and without even realizing it, the man turned it over to him. It was amusing to him that he didn’t even need to touch the Singer he hadn’t been intimate with to receive his Song anymore, thanks to his new abilities.
“Is everything ok?” Zhou mi asked worried.
Ryeowook had apparently been embarrassed to speechlessness, more than likely because his nude position with his equally nude band mate left little possibility for what they had been doing. “Well,” Yesung answered. “I almost lost myself to the Music of Creation. I was standing on the edge of crazy and then Ryeowook came along and kissed it better, among other things.”
“I… This isn’t what it looks like,” Ryeowook muttered. Zhou mi offered him a disbelieving look.
“Of course it is. It looks like we just had sex and we did,” Yesung said with a smirk.
“And you are never having it again!” Ryeowook declared angrily. He would have shoved Yesung off of him but that would have exposed some of his more personal bits and although Zhou mi had very likely seen it all before, the current situation made him very unwilling to show anything further. The Chinese man shifted awkwardly.
Yesung laughed. “That is what you say. Hey Zhou mi, you want to fish our clothing out of the pond? I have a Singer to prove wrong.” Ryeowook glared. Zhou mi obeyed.
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Ryeowook had managed to dress and drag them all back without too much further incident. His clothing was wetter then he would have liked it, but there was no way he would go without it. Ryeowook walked on one side of Yesung and Zhou mi had naturally fallen onto the man’s other side, ready to offer him support if he needed it.
The moment the dorm came into sight, Yesung froze and snatched Ryeowook’s wrist. His fingers tightened to the point of bruising, but that wasn’t what Ryeowook was worried about. “Yesung, are you ok?” he asked softly.
Zhou mi had stopped as well and gave the man a concerned look. “Yesung?”
Yesung closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Kiss me,” he said softly.
“What?” Ryeowook responded startled.
“Please,” Yesung gave his arm a tug and Ryeowook gave into it. He stepped in front of Yesung and pressed his lips to the other man’s. Their kiss was stiff, just the press of skin against skin. After a moment Yesung broke it and slid to his knees.
Zhou mi cleared his throat nervously. “Uh Yesung?”
Yesung didn’t answer immediately. Instead he pressed his forehead into the damp fabric covering Ryeowook’s stomach. He stayed there for a moment before he sighed and his body relaxed. His Singers exchanged confused glances over his head but didn’t make any move to shift the man.
“Why do they have to be so loud?” Yesung complained.
“Who?” Zhou mi asked.
“The rest of our group. Their Songs are practically screaming at me to take them.”
“I don’t think that would be a good idea,” Ryeowook said after a moment.
“I don’t either,” Yesung was silent for a moment more before he took a deep breath and rose to his feet. He released his hold on Ryeowook’s wrist and offered him an apologetic look. “Sorry.”
“It’s alright,” Ryeowook reassured him, reaching for his hand. He laced their fingers together.
“Come on,” Yesung tugged him forward towards their dorm.
Leeteuk was waiting for them at the entrance; his face was filled with worry. Clearly, at some point, his leader senses had kicked in and roused him from his own sleep. “What were you three doing?” he half scolded them, the moment they were close enough to be spoken to.
“Just taking a stroll in the moonlight,” Zhou mi told him.
“Why are you wet?” Leeteuk pressed further.
“We fell in a pond,” the Chinese man replied as if it was entirely normal to be walking and fall straight into a body of water.
Leeteuk narrowed his eyes and looked over the trio. “Yesung, you don’t look so well.” As he stepped forward and reached out his hand to check for a fever, Yesung quickly ducked backwards, putting Ryeowook between himself and the other man. Leeteuk’s brow wrinkled in confusion.
“It’s been a long night Hyung,” Ryeowook said softly.
Leeteuk nodded and dropped his hand. “Well, get inside and get into dry clothes. Maybe Yesung should take a hot bath. If you need someone to warm the water, wake Heechul. He’ll grumble but he’ll do it.”
Ryeowook nodded and tugged Yesung after him into the building. The man was careful to keep Ryeowook between him and Leeteuk at all times. Their leader just gave them a slightly confused look and shook his head. “I think I’ve been getting too much sleep,” they heard him mutter before they were too far down the hall to hear anymore.
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“You should go get some rest,” Yesung told them both once they were safely in his room.
“And leave you to wander off again. Not likely,” Ryeowook snapped. He quickly stripped out of his clothing and moved to the closet where he grabbed a pair of Yesung’s pajamas for himself and another for Zhou mi. “Here,” he tossed them to the Chinese man before pulling on his own set. With that done he forced Yesung out of his wet clothes and properly hung up all three sets before shooing the man towards his bed.
“I’m sorry, I -“ Yesung started as he slid under the covers.
“Jongwoon,” Ryeowook snapped. “You are not acting like yourself tonight, so kindly shut up and go to sleep. Zhou mi,” he pointed towards the bed and the other man slinked over and crawled in without so much as an argument.
“He gets like this sometimes in China too,” Zhou mi muttered to Yesung quietly. “We have learned its best just to shut up and obey.”
“I heard that,” Ryeowook snapped. He flipped off the light, before moving to the bed and sliding beneath the covers on Yesung’s other side. Immediately the man molded himself to Ryeowook’s body.
Ryeowook sighed and pulled Yesung closer. “We are here. It will all be better in the morning.”
Yesung hummed in agreement and closed his eyes. Not a minute later he fell into a deep sleep with the sound of their Songs filling his mind.
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Unsurprisingly, Ryeowook had been right. By morning Yesung felt much more himself. He was able to cut the connection with his Singers without feeling as though he was going to steal every Song in hearing range. That was much better than the night before when he had been sure that if he touched Leeteuk, that would have been the end of his control.
At breakfast, Leeteuk offered him a questioning look but said nothing of the previous night’s events. The three of them sat together, Ryeowook and Zhou mi framing him in as if he needed to be kept safe. Yesung smiled to himself. It was an amusing idea.
Down the table, Heechul was teasing Donghae over something that Yesung couldn’t quite make out. He had a feeling it had something to do with the new nightly activities the man shared with two of his friends if Donghae’s continuous blushing was any indication.
“Ryeowook,” Henry’s voice, filled with surprise, drew his attention from the other side of the mentioned man. “There is a huge mark on your neck. What happened?”
Ryeowook’s hand immediately flew to his neck to cover the mark and he blushed deep red. “I, it’s nothing. I must have gotten hit with something in training.”
Yesung smiled in satisfaction. Henry would have to be a complete moron to believe that one.
“But Hyung,” Henry protested trying to pry Ryeowook’s fingers away. “That looks bad. You should have Leeteuk and Kangin heal it.”
“No it’s ok,” Ryeowook told him, pushing his hand away and then patting him affectionately.
“Why wouldn’t you want them to heal it? It’s what they are supposed to do,” Henry asked.
“It’s not that important.”
“It is. You should get it healed and then we will have to deal with whatever caused it so it doesn’t happen again,” Henry insisted.
Ryeowook, who had just managed to get his flush under control, darkened again. “It’s not a big deal.”
“Of course it is Hyung. Come on,” Henry tugged on his arm and tried to pull him up. “Now who gave you that mark?”
“It’s not from fighting,” Ryeowook hissed trying to spare himself having a further scene. “It’s a hicky ok. Just leave it be.”
Immediately Henry grinned and released his arm. “He just told me it was a hicky. Pay up.”
“No way,” Heechul argued immediately, his previous conversation forgotten. “You have to have a witness.”
“I heard him say it,” Zhou mi agreed. Heechul glared.
There were several grumbles from around the table as members counted out the appropriate amount and handed it to the man. Henry happily counted everything he received and split it into two piles. He then rose.
“Here,” he held out one of the piles to Yesung. “Thanks Hyung.”
“Anytime,” Yesung said with a smirk, accepting the cash.
“You,” Ryeowook accused.
“What?” Yesung shrugged and pocketed the money. “I was just showing off my own handy work and making a bit of profit off it.”
Ryeowook glared. “Well you can find somewhere else to put your handy work,” he hissed. He rose from the table and stormed from the room.
Yesung reclined comfortably as conversation around the table resumed. He exchanged knowing smirks with Zhou mi.
“Yesung!” Ryeowook’s voice echoed through the hallway, loud and upset, two minutes later. Yesung laughed. It was good to be back.
Verse Fifteen
Masterlist
AN: Wow I must really like you guys. I didn't even make you all hang off the cliff for more then three days! I tossed you a rope and let you climb up, but don't worry I'll kick you off cliff and make you hang again shortly. ^_^ You must all be really spoiled!
Anyway, because I'm bored I have decided to do another round of holiday drabbles. I have three prompts from last time that will be on there but three is not enough to make a post of fun. So I'm going to ask you all again. It doesn't matter if you gave me one last time. Give me another! It doesn't matter if you have never commented before. Now is the time to start! The crazier they are, the more fun it will. The sky is the limit on the fandom too. It doesn't have to be Super Junior (although I have found that groups that I have no idea about i.e. most of the girl groups won't come out too in character and I hate to butcher character.) So hit me with your requests. All I need from you is a pairing or character and one holiday themed word as a prompt! That is it. Get creative!
(Can anyone tell that I am just a bit hyper and strange today?)