Title: Can't You See?
Fandom: Super Junior
Characters: Ryeowook, Yesung
Genre: General, Angst
Word Count: 1060
Summary: Ryeowook is heartbroken that his roommate loves another.
Warnings: None, other than the fact that it's really bad and choppy and rushed and I'm not satisfied with it at all.
A/N: Dedicated to xinliyoushu because I love her like no other.
On a bad note, this one-shot doohickey thing sucks ass. I had an idea to start with, but it kinda died after I started. And I failed at writing the 'scene'. It crashed and burned. I didn't edit it much and I butchered the grammar. So I apologize for its suckiness. Don't expect too much. I'm getting so rusty at this fanficing thing. =/
Ryeowook curled up and huddled even closer to the corner of his room, wrapping his arms tightly around himself—tighter than Yesung ever had. With legs pulled up to his chest, he rested his chin on top of his bony kneecaps and stared blankly at the wall across from him, his eyes tracing each trail of cracked paint that lined the windowsill.
Save for the ominous ticks of the clock that echoed through the house, it had been silent ever since Yesung left for work five hours and forty-three minutes ago. He continued to sit there with glazed eyes, numb to his tingling feet that had fallen asleep hours ago. Ryeowook jerked suddenly as a lone tear splattered onto his hand, startling him by the sudden wetness. He looked down, studying the stain on his skin before getting distracted by another that dropped right beside it, and then another and another.
The small boy's face finally broke loose of its blank expression, contorting as he allowed the rest of his tears to spill from his eyes. They streamed like rivers down his soft cheeks, leaving salty trails in its wake as they dripped down and soaked his sleeves. Ryeowook buried his head into his knees and wrapped his arms around them, before opening his mouth to sob silently. His open mouth hung loosely, allowing drool to spill out and absorb into his right pant leg and form a dark stain in his jeans. Feeling wetness slide down his philtrum, he didn’t bother to take any early action until he tasted saltiness teasing his upper lip. He slowly raised his head to carelessly wipe his nose with the back of his hand, and sniffed a couple of times, feeling the snot run into his mouth, only to end up choking on it. Ryeowook scoffed weakly, disgusted at himself.
He froze suddenly as he heard the door downstairs creak open followed by the familiar clinging of the keys as they hit the kitchen counter. Yesung was home.
Ryeowook eyes snapped open and stared into his clothed knees, just listening to his own breathing, tears blurring his vision, as he contemplated closing the door to his room to save himself from possible embarrassment. But as he thought, the tears started building back up again and he squeezed his eyes to clear them.
Of course he wouldn’t look for me. He never has. Why would he?
No longer able to contain the pain inside his heart, he finally allowed sobs to wrack through his frail body, his thin shoulders to shaking with each new cry. And soon, he had no more tears left in him.
He sat back up, leaned his head against the wall, closing his swollen eyes and enjoying the rush of fresh air, unaware of the heavy footsteps that were running up the stairs.
Ryeowook breathed deeply, trying to soothe his throbbing head. Balling up his fist tightly, he muttered to himself, “I can’t break down anymore. It doesn’t matter anyway. I’m just going to end up with another headache, and he’s just going continue to talk to me about his boyfrie—.”
There were soft lips on top of his.
He refused to open his eyes. He didn't want to see Yesung, didn’t want to believe that he had heard him earlier and had seen him in such a state of despera—but mmm those sweet, sweet lips.
An embarrassing moan escaped his mouth as he felt those lips nudge his apart and a smooth tongue enter. He moved his hand to try to cover his mouth, humiliated at the sound he had produced, but a strong grip around his wrist stopped him halfway.
He was being kissed senseless by this stranger, and his curiosity begged him to find out who it was. As Ryeowook tipped his head up, he stared straight into the piercing gaze of Yesung. A rush of emotions suddenly flooded into his body as their eyes connected, but before he could react, the older boy had yanked him up from the carpet and slammed him into the wall behind him.
His lips were captured again as his eyes fluttered close. He lost himself in Yesung’s warmth, as an arm snaked around his small waist to press him tight against the other’s body. A guttural sound vibrated through Yesung’s throat as Ryeowook unintentionally shifted against him sending a small smile to spread across the younger one’s lips, entertained by the idea that he could have such an effect on the older boy. Feeling empowered, he brought up his hand and weaved his fingers through Yesung’s soft hair while a leg slowly wrapped itself around the older boy’s waist and pulled him closer.
Lust had consumed them, and right when he was about to kiss back—
A rush of cold air greeted his expectant lips, causing his confused eyes to fly open.
He felt heavy breathing echoing in his ear and looked up to discover a pair of swollen lips hovering over his and a strong arm beside his head, holding the other’s flawless face inches away from his.
The older boy was the first to speak.
“Why are you crying? What happened?” Yesung whispered. And all of the sudden, those fleeting thoughts disappeared as his face turned cold once again. Concerned eyes scanned Ryeowook’s face, as a gentle thumb wiped away his drying tears.
Ryeowook remained silent as his eyes narrowed as he stared back, determined not to fall apart in front of him. Him. The same one he’s spent the past week crying over.
“Tell me. I’ll listen”, Yesung spoke, breathless, as he brushed away the younger one’s matted hair, his eyes continuing to dart across the other’s face, trying to decipher anything at all.
Ryeowook remained silent. He wasn’t about to tell him anything.
“C’mon, tell me”, Yesung muttered hastily before his lips moved to ghost along the younger one’s jawline, planting soft kisses along the way.
Ryeowook jerked away, trying to avoid the creator of all the whimpers that had threatened to escape.
“C’mon, Wookie”, Yesung teased as he began to kiss the his neck, smirking as he felt the younger one’s breath hitch and body quiver under him.
However, there was still no answer.
“Fine, how about I tell you something first”, he breathed huskily into Ryeowook’s ear.
“I love you.”