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mostotherthings) wrote2010-06-07 10:40 pm
mostotherthings) wrote2010-06-07 10:40 pm
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[KPOP] The Heart's Desire
The Heart’s Desire
Yesung / Ryeowook
1145 words
Summary: Everyone wants something more. Ryeowook doesn’t want to ask, Yesung gets the point.
A/N: another one of those vignette things. this is for joy. i'm also very sorry this isn’t very decent because it was a drabble that grew some semblance of a plot (i hope). and on a sidenote, my super junior tag is now HUGE. kekeke.
Ryeowook loved it when it was time to record albums. It meant he got to sing, one. And two, he would get to be around Yesung. Kyuhyun too, of course.
Sitting with his head on Kyuhyun’s shoulder as they listened to Yesung sing his part in My All Is In You, he took a deep breath and thought to himself- this is the best time I’ve had since… a long while.
A second later they were both trying not to laugh when Yesung cracked magnificently on the high note. The sound engineer only told Yesung to do it again, and the two finally burst into laughter when Yesung shouted out, “Stop that!” from inside the booth, cracking his voice again.
“I hope hyung never changes,” Kyuhyun laughed, wiping a tear away after they finally managed to calm down and the music started again.
“I hope he doesn’t too,” Ryeowook smiled and closed his eyes as Yesung’s voice filled up the space around them.
Ryeowook crept back into the room, shutting the door lightly behind him. It wasn’t light enough, however, because a muffled moan was heard from Yesung’s side of the room.
“Hyung, sorry,” Ryeowook whispered. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“Go take a shower,” Yesung muttered, squinting at the console next to his bed and flicking on the tortoise’s heat lamp. “How long did you stay in the dance studio?”
“As long as Kyuhyun did,” reaching into his cupboard and pulling out sweat pants, a shirt and clean underwear. He turned just as a towel hit him in the face, and he watched as Yesung crawled back into bed, pulling the blankets over himself. “Thanks hyung.”
Yesung mumbled something back in response, waved in the general direction where Ryeowook was before going back to sleep.
Ryeowook closed the door quietly as he walked out.
Sometimes, Ryeowook thinks it’s more than enough. The one-armed hugs in the studio, ruffling of his hair in the kitchen; even the way he made sure Ryeowook’s shoes were always turned in the right direction, ready for him when he left the house.
Sometimes, it wasn’t enough.
Sometimes, Ryeowook wanted to wrap his arms around Yesung’s waist, lean his head on his shoulder and smile as he took in the scent of Yesung’s musky cologne. Sometimes he wanted to visit Yesung’s mother, just for no reason at all, except to say thank you and help out in the kitchen, because she was Yesung’s mother and Ryeowook loved her for that. Sometimes, he wished he could reach over the small space in their room to place his hand on Yesung’s shoulder as he slept, to watch him as he rested and breathed and generally lived in this same world he was living in.
Ryeowook laughed and told himself it was misplaced hero-worship. That all that wanting was because he admired Yesung, truly, for the person that he was. Singer, somewhat fail songwriter, but always someone who tried his best and was a filial son to his parents.
That was what his head said, of course.
But his heart said something else, and sometimes, just those sometimes- Ryeowook was very much inclined to follow his heart.
Ryeowook was a good drinker. So was Kyuhyun, but Yesung wasn’t. A late night drinking session after the completion of their final song, which meant the album was finally done, done, DONE, ended up with Ryeowook laughing at Sungmin’s bad rendition of an old FinKL song as Yesung leaned heavily on Ryeowook, too drunk to make any response.
“Hyung?” he nudged Yesung. “Should we go back first?”
Yesung cracked his eyes opened and nodded absently. Kyuhyun asked Ryeowook if he needed any help, but he assured Kyuhyun that it was okay and he could handle it, and they stepped out into the early morning breeze.
“Hyung,” Ryeowook laughed as they stumbled one, two steps. He looked around for a cab, and waved frantically as he saw one drive up towards them.
“Wait,” Yesung whispered, and Ryeowook paused. Yesung was clutching his arm, looking pretty sober, or at least, not as drunk as Ryeowook thought he was. Ryeowook stared at him for a moment, and the cab driver tooted in impatience. Yesung smiled and bowed in apology before waving him away.
“You weren’t drunk?” Ryeowook asked, amused.
“I was sleeping. And you were warm,” Yesung laughed, curling an arm around Ryeowook’s waist as they started walking in the general direction of the dorm.
Two streets later, Yesung began to hum a song- one of the songs they used to sing together when they were rehearsing for music shows, back in the day when they were still singing other artiste’s songs.
Ryeowook picked up on the next verse, and Yesung laughed, leaning a head on Ryeowook’s shoulder as they continued to walk. The sun was just beginning to rise, but the streets were still empty. They sang quietly, just a little above a whisper, just loud enough for them to be able to hear each other.
They were giggling when they got to the apartment block, the song having turned into a soft drink commercial’s jingle, then somehow into a children’s song- the three little bears. They were out of breath when they finally got upstairs, face red from the exertion of having run up the stairs instead of taking the lift, and Yesung stood with his back against the door, taking in deep breaths and Ryeowook tried to scan his thumb to get the door to open.
“Let me,” Yesung said, and his hand reached over for the scanner, only to cover Ryeowook’s lightly. And then he was holding it, linking his fingers through Ryeowook’s, and looking up at him like a man who had just discovered the wonders of the world.
“Hyung?” Ryeowook hardly dared to breathe. They were on a cliff, the crux of something important…
Yesung was about to say something when the door behind them opened. Ryeowook jumped, but Yesung didn’t let go of his hand as Eunhyuk peeped out of the door.
“Sorry,” he muttered, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and pulling a beanie over his tousled hair. “Kyuhyun called me to go get them. Told me you left earlier. Good thing you two got back,” he yawned, before starting for the lift.
Ryeowook turned to Yesung, who just laughed and pulled him into the house.
Now, there was no need to wish, Ryeowook thought to himself, as Yesung did what he sometimes did- crawl into Ryeowook’s bed and wrap his arms around Ryeowook’s waist. As he pressed a soft kiss on Ryeowook’s shoulder before he fell asleep; as he woke up when Ryeowook did and they smiled at each other as the sunlight spilled into the window from the crack in the curtains.
“Good morning,” Ryeowook would say.
Yesung would laugh, and claim Ryeowook’s lips with a kiss.
Yesung / Ryeowook
1145 words
Summary: Everyone wants something more. Ryeowook doesn’t want to ask, Yesung gets the point.
A/N: another one of those vignette things. this is for joy. i'm also very sorry this isn’t very decent because it was a drabble that grew some semblance of a plot (i hope). and on a sidenote, my super junior tag is now HUGE. kekeke.
Ryeowook loved it when it was time to record albums. It meant he got to sing, one. And two, he would get to be around Yesung. Kyuhyun too, of course.
Sitting with his head on Kyuhyun’s shoulder as they listened to Yesung sing his part in My All Is In You, he took a deep breath and thought to himself- this is the best time I’ve had since… a long while.
A second later they were both trying not to laugh when Yesung cracked magnificently on the high note. The sound engineer only told Yesung to do it again, and the two finally burst into laughter when Yesung shouted out, “Stop that!” from inside the booth, cracking his voice again.
“I hope hyung never changes,” Kyuhyun laughed, wiping a tear away after they finally managed to calm down and the music started again.
“I hope he doesn’t too,” Ryeowook smiled and closed his eyes as Yesung’s voice filled up the space around them.
Ryeowook crept back into the room, shutting the door lightly behind him. It wasn’t light enough, however, because a muffled moan was heard from Yesung’s side of the room.
“Hyung, sorry,” Ryeowook whispered. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“Go take a shower,” Yesung muttered, squinting at the console next to his bed and flicking on the tortoise’s heat lamp. “How long did you stay in the dance studio?”
“As long as Kyuhyun did,” reaching into his cupboard and pulling out sweat pants, a shirt and clean underwear. He turned just as a towel hit him in the face, and he watched as Yesung crawled back into bed, pulling the blankets over himself. “Thanks hyung.”
Yesung mumbled something back in response, waved in the general direction where Ryeowook was before going back to sleep.
Ryeowook closed the door quietly as he walked out.
Sometimes, Ryeowook thinks it’s more than enough. The one-armed hugs in the studio, ruffling of his hair in the kitchen; even the way he made sure Ryeowook’s shoes were always turned in the right direction, ready for him when he left the house.
Sometimes, it wasn’t enough.
Sometimes, Ryeowook wanted to wrap his arms around Yesung’s waist, lean his head on his shoulder and smile as he took in the scent of Yesung’s musky cologne. Sometimes he wanted to visit Yesung’s mother, just for no reason at all, except to say thank you and help out in the kitchen, because she was Yesung’s mother and Ryeowook loved her for that. Sometimes, he wished he could reach over the small space in their room to place his hand on Yesung’s shoulder as he slept, to watch him as he rested and breathed and generally lived in this same world he was living in.
Ryeowook laughed and told himself it was misplaced hero-worship. That all that wanting was because he admired Yesung, truly, for the person that he was. Singer, somewhat fail songwriter, but always someone who tried his best and was a filial son to his parents.
That was what his head said, of course.
But his heart said something else, and sometimes, just those sometimes- Ryeowook was very much inclined to follow his heart.
Ryeowook was a good drinker. So was Kyuhyun, but Yesung wasn’t. A late night drinking session after the completion of their final song, which meant the album was finally done, done, DONE, ended up with Ryeowook laughing at Sungmin’s bad rendition of an old FinKL song as Yesung leaned heavily on Ryeowook, too drunk to make any response.
“Hyung?” he nudged Yesung. “Should we go back first?”
Yesung cracked his eyes opened and nodded absently. Kyuhyun asked Ryeowook if he needed any help, but he assured Kyuhyun that it was okay and he could handle it, and they stepped out into the early morning breeze.
“Hyung,” Ryeowook laughed as they stumbled one, two steps. He looked around for a cab, and waved frantically as he saw one drive up towards them.
“Wait,” Yesung whispered, and Ryeowook paused. Yesung was clutching his arm, looking pretty sober, or at least, not as drunk as Ryeowook thought he was. Ryeowook stared at him for a moment, and the cab driver tooted in impatience. Yesung smiled and bowed in apology before waving him away.
“You weren’t drunk?” Ryeowook asked, amused.
“I was sleeping. And you were warm,” Yesung laughed, curling an arm around Ryeowook’s waist as they started walking in the general direction of the dorm.
Two streets later, Yesung began to hum a song- one of the songs they used to sing together when they were rehearsing for music shows, back in the day when they were still singing other artiste’s songs.
Ryeowook picked up on the next verse, and Yesung laughed, leaning a head on Ryeowook’s shoulder as they continued to walk. The sun was just beginning to rise, but the streets were still empty. They sang quietly, just a little above a whisper, just loud enough for them to be able to hear each other.
They were giggling when they got to the apartment block, the song having turned into a soft drink commercial’s jingle, then somehow into a children’s song- the three little bears. They were out of breath when they finally got upstairs, face red from the exertion of having run up the stairs instead of taking the lift, and Yesung stood with his back against the door, taking in deep breaths and Ryeowook tried to scan his thumb to get the door to open.
“Let me,” Yesung said, and his hand reached over for the scanner, only to cover Ryeowook’s lightly. And then he was holding it, linking his fingers through Ryeowook’s, and looking up at him like a man who had just discovered the wonders of the world.
“Hyung?” Ryeowook hardly dared to breathe. They were on a cliff, the crux of something important…
Yesung was about to say something when the door behind them opened. Ryeowook jumped, but Yesung didn’t let go of his hand as Eunhyuk peeped out of the door.
“Sorry,” he muttered, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and pulling a beanie over his tousled hair. “Kyuhyun called me to go get them. Told me you left earlier. Good thing you two got back,” he yawned, before starting for the lift.
Ryeowook turned to Yesung, who just laughed and pulled him into the house.
Now, there was no need to wish, Ryeowook thought to himself, as Yesung did what he sometimes did- crawl into Ryeowook’s bed and wrap his arms around Ryeowook’s waist. As he pressed a soft kiss on Ryeowook’s shoulder before he fell asleep; as he woke up when Ryeowook did and they smiled at each other as the sunlight spilled into the window from the crack in the curtains.
“Good morning,” Ryeowook would say.
Yesung would laugh, and claim Ryeowook’s lips with a kiss.