taken over (yewook)
title: taken over
fandom: super junior. yesung & ryeowook.
warnings: g for fluffy. (lol, i go from porn pieces to fluff pieces.) probably, most likely there are mistakes. 634 words.
It's a beach that they come to, an expansion of sand that needs to be settled. It's home away from home and Ryeowook separates from everybody else so he can do what he always does: carving his heart into the places where nobody will find it.
He takes space up in an area that hasn't been occupied, and reaches inside the grains of sand, hoping to work wonders with it before the day has to end. As his fingers pile up the sand that's in front of him, he thinks of what he's making this time. The sand starts to build up into a tiny creation and that's when he starts to pretend. The tiny pile of sand represents the dorm room that he lives in, the one that he's worked and ate in. The room that he's slept in, knowing that the other person on the other side is watching out for him, making sure that he rests well for every night that they spend together.
The sand starts to build up into boxes and the room gets bigger, starts to add other rooms. He pretends that it's the dorm that they live in. The dorm where he's surrounded by everything he needs and the people he's grown accustomed to living with.
Every room represents something and reflects a memory that he's never forgotten. Like how loud the laughter gets in the living room. Or how quiet the kitchen is when he's cooking in there. And then there are those small, secret moments that he keeps the closest. Like how when everybody is too busy laughing to notice the hand that grabs one of his limbs, preferably his shoulder or his arm. Or how a strong arm loops itself around his waist whenever it thinks that Ryeowook's too preoccupied to notice. But he does notice. He always does.
The sand grows to the biggest that it's ever been. He pretends that it's the house they'll get after this. The house they'll live in together after they stop caring about what other people think, because by then, everybody will stop caring about two boys being in love. He pretends that Korea will be reformed by then, but even if it doesn't, he'll stop caring about people's biased opinions. His only exception is the other person's thoughts on his cooking and that's where he draws the line.
He puts his arms behind him, lays back on the sand so he can keep on pretending. But then his dreams collide with an incoming wave and the only thing he does is watch it disappear in an instant. He pretends that the water that comes and crashes with his imagination is the Super Junior-M activities that keep him away from the arms that hold him at night. It's a boundary between him and the others that he has to leave behind, a wall that keeps him apart from good night kisses. You can't stop the water from running. You have to flow with it somehow.
He watches his dreams disappear and before he becomes morbid and depressed about the travesty, he's grabbed from behind.
“Don't be sad,” Jongwoon tells him, knowing that a part of Ryeowook is sad at the moment. And he throws him in the water that's beyond them, hoping to soak the sad parts and turn them back into joy and happiness.
Even if there's bad times and waves of water that crash into his life, Ryeowook remains the same. He's still happy and grateful as he always was. And when he rises up from the water and tastes the saltwater off of Jongwoon's lips, it knows that waves can't knock what they treasure down. Because this-
-this is a structure that's not made out of sand, but of something else.
(i owe myself some yewook, okay? adfsafk;
started this after i came back from the beach. started working on it today.
i spent part of columbus day with eenie. we jogged around the neighborhood. we almost got ran over by a car.)
fandom: super junior. yesung & ryeowook.
warnings: g for fluffy. (lol, i go from porn pieces to fluff pieces.) probably, most likely there are mistakes. 634 words.
It's a beach that they come to, an expansion of sand that needs to be settled. It's home away from home and Ryeowook separates from everybody else so he can do what he always does: carving his heart into the places where nobody will find it.
He takes space up in an area that hasn't been occupied, and reaches inside the grains of sand, hoping to work wonders with it before the day has to end. As his fingers pile up the sand that's in front of him, he thinks of what he's making this time. The sand starts to build up into a tiny creation and that's when he starts to pretend. The tiny pile of sand represents the dorm room that he lives in, the one that he's worked and ate in. The room that he's slept in, knowing that the other person on the other side is watching out for him, making sure that he rests well for every night that they spend together.
The sand starts to build up into boxes and the room gets bigger, starts to add other rooms. He pretends that it's the dorm that they live in. The dorm where he's surrounded by everything he needs and the people he's grown accustomed to living with.
Every room represents something and reflects a memory that he's never forgotten. Like how loud the laughter gets in the living room. Or how quiet the kitchen is when he's cooking in there. And then there are those small, secret moments that he keeps the closest. Like how when everybody is too busy laughing to notice the hand that grabs one of his limbs, preferably his shoulder or his arm. Or how a strong arm loops itself around his waist whenever it thinks that Ryeowook's too preoccupied to notice. But he does notice. He always does.
The sand grows to the biggest that it's ever been. He pretends that it's the house they'll get after this. The house they'll live in together after they stop caring about what other people think, because by then, everybody will stop caring about two boys being in love. He pretends that Korea will be reformed by then, but even if it doesn't, he'll stop caring about people's biased opinions. His only exception is the other person's thoughts on his cooking and that's where he draws the line.
He puts his arms behind him, lays back on the sand so he can keep on pretending. But then his dreams collide with an incoming wave and the only thing he does is watch it disappear in an instant. He pretends that the water that comes and crashes with his imagination is the Super Junior-M activities that keep him away from the arms that hold him at night. It's a boundary between him and the others that he has to leave behind, a wall that keeps him apart from good night kisses. You can't stop the water from running. You have to flow with it somehow.
He watches his dreams disappear and before he becomes morbid and depressed about the travesty, he's grabbed from behind.
“Don't be sad,” Jongwoon tells him, knowing that a part of Ryeowook is sad at the moment. And he throws him in the water that's beyond them, hoping to soak the sad parts and turn them back into joy and happiness.
Even if there's bad times and waves of water that crash into his life, Ryeowook remains the same. He's still happy and grateful as he always was. And when he rises up from the water and tastes the saltwater off of Jongwoon's lips, it knows that waves can't knock what they treasure down. Because this-
-this is a structure that's not made out of sand, but of something else.
(i owe myself some yewook, okay? adfsafk;
started this after i came back from the beach. started working on it today.
i spent part of columbus day with eenie. we jogged around the neighborhood. we almost got ran over by a car.)