Title: Just Too Nice and Innocent
Pairing: YeWook
Type: Chaptered 3 (last)
Rating: PG-13
Current mood: Cheeky
Listening to: Run Devil Run – Girls’ Generation
Summary: The confession~
Warning: Extreme skin-ship. Mwahahahaha. Don’t worry. Safe for innocent eyes.
A/N: Now you know the extent of my corruptness…O.O
Disclaimer: I own the plot, SME own the boys. Talk about unfairness.
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“Just… I guess I don’t have to tell you this. Make yourself at home.” Jongwoon smiled as he led Ryeowook into his house for the umpteenth time. Ryeowook smiled back (as always), and greeted Jongwoon’s parents, before going up to Jongwoon’s room. There, he said hello to Ddang Kko Ma, Jongwoon’s pet turtle, before putting his things down next to Jongwoon’s keyboard.
Jongwoon sat down at his study table, and pulled out folders from his bag. His mum would come in and bring them snacks of fruit and drinks. Then they would start doing their work. Normally, when people do group studies, they usually digress and talk about other things instead of doing their work. But the 2 of them….really did their work. The whole room was silent, and only the soft whir of the air-conditioner could be heard, other than Ryeowook playing the piano when composing. Jongwoon just crouched over his work, engrossed in it like a nerd, and Ryeowook was facing the other side, busily rubbing off notes here, and adding more notes there. Occasionally, either one of them would sigh, but the other would never ask what.
This silence was not awkward. In fact, it was peaceful. They did not need to talk; knowing that the other was there was more than enough for the both of them. They enjoyed each others silent company. 3 hours later, it would be time for Ryeowook to go back to his house to have dinner and go to bed. They would ask each other how much work they’d have left, and then Ryeowook would say goodbye, and the door would close with a soft click. Jongwoon would always stare at the door for a moment, before turning back around to finish off his homework. They were both good, studious boys. You could say that.
That night, however, it was different.
It wasn’t time for Ryeowook to go yet, but the younger had finished his work. Under normal circumstances, Ryeowook would just go back home early. Jongwoon would most likely have finished his homework, too, and would go to the keyboard and close it, then read the book that he always had with him. But just as Ryeowook was about to leave after they’d said their goodbyes, Jongwoon spoke up.
“Ryeo…wook-ah!” He called out, just before Ryeowook could close the door fully.
“Yes, hyung?” Ryeowook opened the door a little more and poked his head in. Jongwoon thought how cute he looked doing that.
“Ah- Um. Uh..” Jongwoon could feel heat creeping up his cheeks. He didn’t know what to say.
“If it’s nothing, then I’ll go.” Ryeowook waited a bit more.
“Wait!” Jongwoon yelled out, then immediately got out of his chair. Standing in an awkward position, he finally asked. “Could you stay…um…a bit longer? Until it’s time for you to go, I mean.”
“Ok! Sure.” Ryeowook smiled, and walked back into the room. He plopped his bag back onto the floor, and sat down on a chair. The pianist picked up a drink. “Why?”
“Oh.. I just thought that..um..you know…’cause I finished my work too…” Jongwoon tried to say a long sentence, but he stuck in the wrong bits at the wrong time.
“…that..um..you know…we could talk?” He was relieved to have finally finished his sentence.
“Ok! We don’t normally talk much during these times, really. When I go to your house.” Ryeowook realized suddenly. “In fact, not at all.”
“Except how much homework we’d had left.” Jongwoon chuckled in embarrassment.
“So, what do you wanna talk about?” Ryeowook seemed interested to start a conversation.
“Actually… I wanted to tell you something.” Should I tell? Should I not? Aww this is giving me a headache. Just get it over with. Jongwoon mentally knocked himself in the head.
“Ooh what?” Jongwoon really thought Ryeowook looked cute. He saw the curve of his high cheek bones, the raised, curious eyebrows, the hand resting on his chin, it looked…perfect. Flawless. And he was just in front of Jongwoon.
“Call me Yesung.” Jongwoon sort of demanded. Suddenly.
“Ex..cuse me?” Ryeowook tilted his head to the side.
“Just…do it.”
“Ye-Yesung?” The clear, high voice. It rang in Jongwoon’s ears. Inside, he immediately realized that Ryeowook meant something much more to him than he originally thought.
The older man walked towards Ryeowook. Slowly, but surely. He knelled down, and closened the gap between each of their faces. He saw Ryeowook take a sharp breath out of pure shock. He didn’t dare to make any kind of expression on his face, lest the younger man interpret it wrongly.
“I..” Ryeowook could feel the warm breath on his face, the caramel smell of the other’s breath hit his nose. His heart started beating very fast. He wanted to slow it down – it was so loud, Jongwoon could have heard it.
Courageously, Jongwoon put a hand on the younger’s small face, and suddenly felt that he was too fragile, and that he shouldn’t press too hard, for the boy in front of him might shatter like glass. Ryeowook didn’t change his expression. The younger just froze there, unable to comprehend what was happening.
“…love you.” Ryeowook wanted to use his arm to wave Jongwoon off; he was frightened by the older singer’s close proximity to his face. But somehow, his whole body was frozen solid – only his heart had melted. Melted for Jongwoon, melted by his want, his need for the boy in front of him – Kim Jongwoon.
Said Kim Jongwoon leaned forward, and finally closed the gap between their lips. The younger felt the warm of hand from his cheek slowly shift to his neck, and back up into his hair, tangling in his locks. He felt Jongwoon’s other hand move to his back, pushing him even closer still. He felt the crushing force of Jongwoon’s lips against his, and he was afraid. Very afraid. But still, he wanted more. He let out a small, unintentional whimper when Jongwoon finally let go, and Jongwoon smiled shyly.
“There. I’ve said it. Now you can go.” Jongwoon let go of Ryeowook completely, and Ryeowook felt the air-conditioner nip at his back and his face, where Jongwoon’s warm hand had just released. They both locked intense gazes at each other, and Ryeowook finally plucked up the courage to walk forwards.
“No. It’s still not time to go yet.” And the younger fell into Jongwoon’s arms, smiling.
Ryeowook finally knew what true love felt like, and he liked it. Even if the other had to be a guy.
