lantern lights and the sound of the tide (Ryeowook/Yesung)
Ryeowook/Yesung (Super Junior)
PG - mostly gen. Ryeowook and Yesung in Thailand.
My apologies if the setting is inaccurate - I've never been to Thailand, but I did some quick googling to try to get an idea of the nightmarket. Let me know if there are glaring mistakes.
For shiryu_yugure and thundersquall for giving me such amazing BloHyuk :') you both write my bias so well, even when you have little idea about them, and I love you for it. Sheena, I'm sorry this turned out to be, um, pretty much gen. *hides*
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Yesung pads bare-footed into the main room after blow-drying his hair in the bathroom, a towel slung over his shoulder and his mouth stretched into a gaping yawn. Once the yawn diminishes and he blinks the sleepiness briefly from his eyes, he sees Ryeowook standing by the window in his pajamas, staring out at what must be the shoreline. Their room overlooks the beach, and past the windowpane Yesung can make out the warm yellow glow of lanterns and, further in the distance, the ceaseless movement of a million tiny glittering lights - the hypnotic undulation of the ocean's waves at nighttime - as he crawls under the covers of his bed. He tries to focus his sleepy gaze on Ryeowook's form, a slight dark figure by the window, as he arranges himself in the most comfortable position he can find, his eyes sliding shut of their own accord.
"Ryeowook-ah..." he mumbles fuzzily past the heaviness of his lips, forcing his eyelids up briefly to see Ryeowook turn from the window, and hears the expected, "Hyung?"
"Go t'sleep, Wookie," he manages to murmur before his eyelids droop again. The last thing he sees before his consciousness swims away from him is a blurry Ryeowook turning back to the window - the last thing he hears, a barely audible, "Soon, hyung. I'll sleep soon." - and he slips into a well-deserved, dreamless sleep.
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"Hyung... psst... hyung!"
Yesung clutches the covers and smacks his lips, rubbing his cheek closer to his pillow with a sigh.
"Hyung!"
He groans, glumly floundering upwards through several layers of consciousness before he finally cracks one eye open. Ryeowook is leaning over him, looking far too excited for - he rolls his eyeball to glance at the clock on the bedside table - ass o'clock at night. He closes his eye again, rolling over to stuff his face in his pillow.
A hand starts shaking him.
Yesung rolls back over with a whine, displacing the hand, and struggles to open his eyes again. He clutches his pillow possessively and glares at Ryeowook once he gets them open, croaking out a grumpy, "What, Wookie?"
Ryeowook tosses some clothing to him - a cap hits him in the face - and he hears a grin in the hushed, "I want to go out! I want to see the nightmarket, and the lanterns on the beach up close."
He looks at Ryeowook properly, then, and sees him wearing a sweater, the hood pulled up over his head and a grin on his face. He's just about ready to throw the clothing back at him and flop back onto his bed and grumble about getting a good night's sleep when Ryeowook casts an eager glance back at the window before looking back at Yesung expectantly, eyes wide.
It's that glance - it reminds him of Ryeowook staring out the window, lights reflected across the window pane and onto his quiet face - that makes him hesitate only a moment before pulling himself to the side of his bed with a weary sigh and changing into the shirt and shorts Ryeowook threw at him, not bothering to see if they match or not. He pulls on the cap as Ryeowook takes out his wallet and the hotel room's keycard, slipping into a pair of sandals and hovering by the door as soon as Yesung stands up.
"Hold on, Ryeowook," Yesung says, slightly bemused and possibly still half-asleep, grabbing his own wallet before stepping into his shoes. He's barely got the second foot in when Ryeowook opens the door and steps outside. He has to stumble outside and snag Ryeowook by the elbow so he doesn't wander off before reaching down to tug his shoe on properly, muttering under his breath about excitable roommates and getting proper amounts of sleep and who ever said the beach was going anywhere, anyway?
When he's done, Ryeowook practically runs down the hallway to the elevator, and Yesung's not-yet-entirely-awake brain curses himself for giving up eight hours of sleep to this little excursion. He'll regret it in the morning, he knows, but resigns himself to simply gritting his teeth and smiling when Ryeowook calls out hurry up, hyung! from inside the elevator.
"Yeah, okay," he calls back, and plots revenge for when they get back to Korea. It's been too long since he's gotten close to Ryeowook's philtrum, anyway.
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It's actually not so bad, Yesung grudgingly admits, once they're outside and walking along the sidewalk that lines the beach. What looked like small, twinkling lights from the window of the hotel room pales in comparison to the hushed murmur of waves sighing against the shore. The lanterns are like small, yellow moons strung on wires along the walkway, and they cast a warm flood of light across the wooden boards.
Ryeowook is walking quietly by his side, hands tucked snugly into the pocket of his hoodie, but his eyes are wide as they near the nightmarket. Stalls selling an endless variety of things - bottles of beverages, hundreds of DVDs, glittering displays of jewellery, racks of t-shirts - line the road for what seems like miles, and the chatter of vendors and tourists alike permeates the air along with the delicious aroma of fried snacks.
Yesung feels his mouth start to water, and he eyes the skewered meat balls at a nearby stand. The vendor catches his eye and smiles brightly, lifting a freshly-grilled skewer and gesturing towards him, and he feels himself veering towards the stand, wallet in hand, before Ryeowook drags him in the opposite direction with a, "Look at these!"
He stares at the cute, smiling lanterns and eyes the strands of colourful flower lights with an almost murderous intent. He mutters, half to Ryeowook and half to himself, "You deprive me of my sleep, and then deprive me of food, too?" His stomach growls in agreement.
Ryeowook, though, cheerfully ignores him, and picks out a lamp to buy for Henry.
He wanders off as Ryeowook's haggling in broken Thai, and finds himself at one of the many jewellery stalls. He's inspecting a tray of delicate bracelets, imagining one of the fine silver chains encircling an equally delicate wrist, when he realizes that Ryeowook's taking an awfully long time to pay for one stupid lantern.
He frantically picks out the first chain that caught his eye, paying for it without haggling (the vendor takes his money quickly, shooting him a suspicious glance) and stuffing it into one of the pockets of his shorts before he straightens up and glances over the milling crowd. Before he can freak out completely (although he does sense the beginnings of panic), Ryeowook appears by his side, holding two skewers of spicy meat balls and wearing a sheepish smile, a plastic bag with the lantern hanging from his elbow.
"Sorry, hyung," he says, and Yesung can't do anything but forgive him for dragging him out here and starving him, because something about Ryeowook suddenly makes him feel ridiculously happy, his smiling features lit by the bare lightbulb of the jewellery stall and one of his hands extended, offering Yesung one of the skewers. He's pretty sure it's just the aroma of the spicy meat balls, but even so, he squeezes Ryeowook into a half-hug as he plucks the skewer from Ryeowook's hand.
"S'okay," he gets out through a mouthful, "Just don't wander off like that, okay? It makes me worried." He starts off down the road, glancing at the stalls on either side, and pretends to not hear Ryeowook's exclamation of, "You wandered off first!"
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They're back at the beach once Ryeowook's done poking around the nightmarket and buying souvenirs for everyone, and Yesung's taken off his cap, letting a breeze that smells of the sea card through his hair. His hand is tucked into the pocket of his shorts, and the chain of the bracelet feels tiny and fragile against his fingertips. He's watching Ryeowook, who has kicked off his sandals and is now wading in the water a few feet away. He thinks of the bed in his hotel room, and how soft it was, and checks his watch. It's ass-o'clock plus two hours. Ryeowook seems happier than he's been in a while, so Yesung thinks that maybe that counts for something - but even so, it's late, and they do have a schedule in the morning. He runs his hand through his hair once more, feeling the cool air against his scalp, and pulls his cap back on.
"Come on," he calls out, almost regretfully, "let's get back, Ryeowook." The sound of his voice is swallowed up by the whispers of the waves, but he sees Ryeowook kick up one last small splash before turning around and making his way back to Yesung.
It looks like there could be a billion stars in the night sky, and another billion in the reflection of the stars in the inky black surface of the water. When Ryeowook finally reaches him, his face tired but content, he can see them reflected again as tiny pinpoints of light in his happy eyes.
"Thanks for letting me drag you outside," Ryeowook says with a smile, and Yesung shrugs, tearing his gaze away from Ryeowook's sparkling eyes and the white of his teeth. He watches the waves instead, and thinks of slinging an arm around Ryeowook's shoulders, pulling him close and pressing a delicate chain into the palm of his hand and tipping his face up with a touch, kissing him until the stars disappear behind closed eyelids. He thinks of kissing Ryeowook under the stars, and watches the waves, all shimmering lights that come and go with the pull of the tide.
"No problem," he says, and follows a smiling Ryeowook back to their hotel room, the rise and fall of the waves a distant, murmuring chorus in the quiet of the night.
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PG - mostly gen. Ryeowook and Yesung in Thailand.
My apologies if the setting is inaccurate - I've never been to Thailand, but I did some quick googling to try to get an idea of the nightmarket. Let me know if there are glaring mistakes.
For shiryu_yugure and thundersquall for giving me such amazing BloHyuk :') you both write my bias so well, even when you have little idea about them, and I love you for it. Sheena, I'm sorry this turned out to be, um, pretty much gen. *hides*
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Yesung pads bare-footed into the main room after blow-drying his hair in the bathroom, a towel slung over his shoulder and his mouth stretched into a gaping yawn. Once the yawn diminishes and he blinks the sleepiness briefly from his eyes, he sees Ryeowook standing by the window in his pajamas, staring out at what must be the shoreline. Their room overlooks the beach, and past the windowpane Yesung can make out the warm yellow glow of lanterns and, further in the distance, the ceaseless movement of a million tiny glittering lights - the hypnotic undulation of the ocean's waves at nighttime - as he crawls under the covers of his bed. He tries to focus his sleepy gaze on Ryeowook's form, a slight dark figure by the window, as he arranges himself in the most comfortable position he can find, his eyes sliding shut of their own accord.
"Ryeowook-ah..." he mumbles fuzzily past the heaviness of his lips, forcing his eyelids up briefly to see Ryeowook turn from the window, and hears the expected, "Hyung?"
"Go t'sleep, Wookie," he manages to murmur before his eyelids droop again. The last thing he sees before his consciousness swims away from him is a blurry Ryeowook turning back to the window - the last thing he hears, a barely audible, "Soon, hyung. I'll sleep soon." - and he slips into a well-deserved, dreamless sleep.
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"Hyung... psst... hyung!"
Yesung clutches the covers and smacks his lips, rubbing his cheek closer to his pillow with a sigh.
"Hyung!"
He groans, glumly floundering upwards through several layers of consciousness before he finally cracks one eye open. Ryeowook is leaning over him, looking far too excited for - he rolls his eyeball to glance at the clock on the bedside table - ass o'clock at night. He closes his eye again, rolling over to stuff his face in his pillow.
A hand starts shaking him.
Yesung rolls back over with a whine, displacing the hand, and struggles to open his eyes again. He clutches his pillow possessively and glares at Ryeowook once he gets them open, croaking out a grumpy, "What, Wookie?"
Ryeowook tosses some clothing to him - a cap hits him in the face - and he hears a grin in the hushed, "I want to go out! I want to see the nightmarket, and the lanterns on the beach up close."
He looks at Ryeowook properly, then, and sees him wearing a sweater, the hood pulled up over his head and a grin on his face. He's just about ready to throw the clothing back at him and flop back onto his bed and grumble about getting a good night's sleep when Ryeowook casts an eager glance back at the window before looking back at Yesung expectantly, eyes wide.
It's that glance - it reminds him of Ryeowook staring out the window, lights reflected across the window pane and onto his quiet face - that makes him hesitate only a moment before pulling himself to the side of his bed with a weary sigh and changing into the shirt and shorts Ryeowook threw at him, not bothering to see if they match or not. He pulls on the cap as Ryeowook takes out his wallet and the hotel room's keycard, slipping into a pair of sandals and hovering by the door as soon as Yesung stands up.
"Hold on, Ryeowook," Yesung says, slightly bemused and possibly still half-asleep, grabbing his own wallet before stepping into his shoes. He's barely got the second foot in when Ryeowook opens the door and steps outside. He has to stumble outside and snag Ryeowook by the elbow so he doesn't wander off before reaching down to tug his shoe on properly, muttering under his breath about excitable roommates and getting proper amounts of sleep and who ever said the beach was going anywhere, anyway?
When he's done, Ryeowook practically runs down the hallway to the elevator, and Yesung's not-yet-entirely-awake brain curses himself for giving up eight hours of sleep to this little excursion. He'll regret it in the morning, he knows, but resigns himself to simply gritting his teeth and smiling when Ryeowook calls out hurry up, hyung! from inside the elevator.
"Yeah, okay," he calls back, and plots revenge for when they get back to Korea. It's been too long since he's gotten close to Ryeowook's philtrum, anyway.
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It's actually not so bad, Yesung grudgingly admits, once they're outside and walking along the sidewalk that lines the beach. What looked like small, twinkling lights from the window of the hotel room pales in comparison to the hushed murmur of waves sighing against the shore. The lanterns are like small, yellow moons strung on wires along the walkway, and they cast a warm flood of light across the wooden boards.
Ryeowook is walking quietly by his side, hands tucked snugly into the pocket of his hoodie, but his eyes are wide as they near the nightmarket. Stalls selling an endless variety of things - bottles of beverages, hundreds of DVDs, glittering displays of jewellery, racks of t-shirts - line the road for what seems like miles, and the chatter of vendors and tourists alike permeates the air along with the delicious aroma of fried snacks.
Yesung feels his mouth start to water, and he eyes the skewered meat balls at a nearby stand. The vendor catches his eye and smiles brightly, lifting a freshly-grilled skewer and gesturing towards him, and he feels himself veering towards the stand, wallet in hand, before Ryeowook drags him in the opposite direction with a, "Look at these!"
He stares at the cute, smiling lanterns and eyes the strands of colourful flower lights with an almost murderous intent. He mutters, half to Ryeowook and half to himself, "You deprive me of my sleep, and then deprive me of food, too?" His stomach growls in agreement.
Ryeowook, though, cheerfully ignores him, and picks out a lamp to buy for Henry.
He wanders off as Ryeowook's haggling in broken Thai, and finds himself at one of the many jewellery stalls. He's inspecting a tray of delicate bracelets, imagining one of the fine silver chains encircling an equally delicate wrist, when he realizes that Ryeowook's taking an awfully long time to pay for one stupid lantern.
He frantically picks out the first chain that caught his eye, paying for it without haggling (the vendor takes his money quickly, shooting him a suspicious glance) and stuffing it into one of the pockets of his shorts before he straightens up and glances over the milling crowd. Before he can freak out completely (although he does sense the beginnings of panic), Ryeowook appears by his side, holding two skewers of spicy meat balls and wearing a sheepish smile, a plastic bag with the lantern hanging from his elbow.
"Sorry, hyung," he says, and Yesung can't do anything but forgive him for dragging him out here and starving him, because something about Ryeowook suddenly makes him feel ridiculously happy, his smiling features lit by the bare lightbulb of the jewellery stall and one of his hands extended, offering Yesung one of the skewers. He's pretty sure it's just the aroma of the spicy meat balls, but even so, he squeezes Ryeowook into a half-hug as he plucks the skewer from Ryeowook's hand.
"S'okay," he gets out through a mouthful, "Just don't wander off like that, okay? It makes me worried." He starts off down the road, glancing at the stalls on either side, and pretends to not hear Ryeowook's exclamation of, "You wandered off first!"
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They're back at the beach once Ryeowook's done poking around the nightmarket and buying souvenirs for everyone, and Yesung's taken off his cap, letting a breeze that smells of the sea card through his hair. His hand is tucked into the pocket of his shorts, and the chain of the bracelet feels tiny and fragile against his fingertips. He's watching Ryeowook, who has kicked off his sandals and is now wading in the water a few feet away. He thinks of the bed in his hotel room, and how soft it was, and checks his watch. It's ass-o'clock plus two hours. Ryeowook seems happier than he's been in a while, so Yesung thinks that maybe that counts for something - but even so, it's late, and they do have a schedule in the morning. He runs his hand through his hair once more, feeling the cool air against his scalp, and pulls his cap back on.
"Come on," he calls out, almost regretfully, "let's get back, Ryeowook." The sound of his voice is swallowed up by the whispers of the waves, but he sees Ryeowook kick up one last small splash before turning around and making his way back to Yesung.
It looks like there could be a billion stars in the night sky, and another billion in the reflection of the stars in the inky black surface of the water. When Ryeowook finally reaches him, his face tired but content, he can see them reflected again as tiny pinpoints of light in his happy eyes.
"Thanks for letting me drag you outside," Ryeowook says with a smile, and Yesung shrugs, tearing his gaze away from Ryeowook's sparkling eyes and the white of his teeth. He watches the waves instead, and thinks of slinging an arm around Ryeowook's shoulders, pulling him close and pressing a delicate chain into the palm of his hand and tipping his face up with a touch, kissing him until the stars disappear behind closed eyelids. He thinks of kissing Ryeowook under the stars, and watches the waves, all shimmering lights that come and go with the pull of the tide.
"No problem," he says, and follows a smiling Ryeowook back to their hotel room, the rise and fall of the waves a distant, murmuring chorus in the quiet of the night.
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