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How Long I’ve Waited (Ryeowook x Reader)

Rating: M, with plot 

(A/N) Ayy it’s ya girl Ry back at it again with that plot filled smut that everyone loves and craves like crack lol I’m actually seriously proud of this one bc I worked my ass off and put my heart and soul into my writing. I love Ryeowook so much like he has such a special place in my heart. I miss him so much and I will literally cry a waterfall of joy when he returns from the army. Please enjoy some plot and smut fam!!!!! I had to even insert a Keep Reading because it was long AF lol

"________, I know this isn't the best timing but I-"

"I'll wait for you."

"I'll always wait for you."

Staring out the glass window of your apartment as the rain poured down on Seoul, you remembered the last conversation you had with him, with Ryeowook. It had been rainy that day too, much like this one, before the sun had shown softly on the day of his conscription into the army. You remembered you had been fighting with him out of fear, scared because he had decided to join the military as an active duty soldier rather than a public worker. It terrified you thinking of Ryeowook holding a gun, trained to possibly shoot and kill if need be, to be on the front lines if duty called. He'd yelled at you for the first time that day, hands gripping your shoulders and tears threatening to spill down his cheeks from his soft brown eyes. You yelled back because you loved him, and he didn't know it, you were his best friend first and foremost. "Stop treating me like I'm not a man, ______!" "I'm not treating you like a kid for fun Ryeowook!" "Then why?!" "Because I love you, goddammit!"

You remember the shock you felt of those dreaded words passing your lips, the shock on Ryeowook's face as his grip suddenly lightened and his eyes searched your face for more. The heavy quiet in your apartment was deafening, and his soft voice, no matter how he murmured, still felt like a shout to your heart. "What?" You couldn't bear to look at him anymore, turning out of his grip and wrapping your arms around yourself as you stared out over the city skyline. The ambient light would have been beautiful if your tears weren't blurring everything from view as you tried to calm the pain in your chest. You finally turned to him with a hurt smile on your lips, "I love you, Ryeowook. I've always loved you." With his arms hanging limply at his side, he was rendered speechless, looking unable to formulate a complete thought as he could only stare at you with those big brown eyes. Inside, you urged him to say something, begged him to accept or reject you instead of just staring at you like the fool you were. Fresh tears spilled down your cheeks as you turned away from him again and walked towards your bedroom, realizing with a bitterness that he didn't love you like you loved him at all. Silence was the only answer you needed. "The door's over there." "_________-" You had slammed the door shut, collapsing on your wood floors of your bedroom in a heap as the sobs wracked through your chest and made your throat sore. You remembered the silence again, except for the soft creaks of the wooden floors as Ryeowook showed himself out, the door shutting quietly behind him with a definitive click. Staring out the window now, you remembered the absolute agony you felt knowing that the next day he would be gone. Not forever, but two years would feel like forever. It would have been forever if that night you hadn't stayed up in your living room, staring at the black screen of your television as you thought of all the ways your last conversation with him could have turned out differently. You had thought he would never want to speak to you ever again after how you had treated him, until you heard hurried knocks on the door through the deafening sounds of the rain and rumbling of thunder in the distance. You had stood up too quickly, dizzy as you stumbled over to the door and whipped it open to find a rain soaked and breathless Ryeowook, warm eyes wide as the world. "Ryeowook...?" You were barely able to get his name out before he embraced you, arms tight as he pulled you securely into his damp chest. If you weren't surprised beyond all belief already, when he suddenly pulled away and cupped your face you knew this couldn't be real. Placing his petal soft lips on yours, Ryeowook kissed you with as much passion as he could convey in one gesture. Your eyes slid close at the feeling, clinging to his wet jacket as you pressed closer to him, craving the warmth that lurked beneath his clothing. It felt as though he had pulled away all too soon, lips swollen as he looked down at you with so much adoration you felt your heart seize. "________, I know this isn't the best timing but I-" You silenced him with another kiss, knowing what words were about to come from his mouth. You didn't need to hear them to know what he meant, just his presence and the fact that he came back was enough. You caressed his lips chastely with your own before pulling away, stroking his cheek tenderly as you looked up at him with determination in your eyes. "I'll wait for you." "I'll always wait for you." And that was the last time you spoke to him in person. You sighed to yourself still gazing out over the drizzling skyline of Seoul like you always did, like he would appear in the window of some apartment building waving at you. You exchanged letters with him, because that's all he was allowed with non-family members, besides the one call a month he was permitted after begging his superiors time and time again. He had been assigned extra duties because of it, but he had told you it was a labor of love, just hearing your voice for ten minutes made it all worth it. You treasured his velvety voice over the phone too, replayed it in your mind over and over to stop yourself from missing him too much. You couldn't help yourself though, you loved him. You were startled out of your thoughts as the phone in your apartment rang, the sound echoing off the walls of the clean interior. You jumped up from your favorite chair and scurried over to the kitchen where the phone was ringing cheerfully, sliding along in your fuzzy socks on the slippery floor. You did a spin for fun before snatching up the phone without looking at the caller ID, your voice as bright as you could muster, "Hello!" "________?" You nearly dropped the phone, catching it in your grip clumsily as you cupped it to your face with both hands, flabbergasted, "Ryeowook?!" He exclaimed in relief, and you could hear the excitement in his voice, "________! I don't have a lot of time but let me first tell you that I-" "I know!," you grinned, cutting him off as he chuckled on the other line. You could hear the smile in his voice as he teased, whining cutely, "When are you going to let me tell you? "Not until we can see each other in person again," you smiled, lips pressing softly to the phone as you imagined kissing him again. "Well then, guess I don't have to wait that long because I have something to ask you," he mumbled, a little shy suddenly as your perked up at his words. "And what would that be?," you asked, practically itching with curiosity as you bounced on your toes impatiently, squinting your eyes in suspicion, "And why do you sound so embarrassed, Wookie?" "Well," he swallowed, and you heard him turn away to clear his throat. "The base I'm stationed at is going to be having a gala, a black tie event of sorts and they asked me to sing at it." "That's wonderful," you smiled, glad that Ryeowook was still able to get the opportunity to perform, even during his enlistment. "But I'm still confused-" "Will you go with me?," he blurted out, voice stuttering nervously as he continued, "We can invite one civilian to escort and, of course, you were the first and only person I thought of, but if you can't go-" "Yes!," you exclaimed, jumping up and down excitedly. "I'll go, I'll go!" You couldn't help but hold the phone to your chest and let out a scream of excitement. "You'll go?," he sounded so relieved that you wanted to wrap him up in your arms for being so effortlessly cute. You heard a faint 'yes!' as he pulled the phone away, and you grinned at the thought of him thinking he had to convince you to go. "So it's really fancy?," you asked, shuffling your feet in excitement. "Like black tie and everything?" "Yep," he answered, his voice giving away all his happiness. "You'll have a room booked at a hotel close to base and I'll come pick you up. You should receive a letter in the mail from one of my superiors with all the details." "Okay," you smiled, cradling the phone close to your cheek. "I can't wait to see you, Ryeowook." "I can't wait to see you too, sweetheart," he spoke softly, his voice like silk. You felt your heartbeat quicken at the pet name, never having heard it come from his lips before. You loved it more than you could say. "I have to go now," he said suddenly, sadness creeping into his words. "But I'll see you soon, okay?" He teased you gently, not wanting to leave you on a solemn note, "Don't miss me too much." "I'll try," you but your lip to hide your grin. "I'll see you soon." With that he hung up, unable, like always, to say goodbye. Ryeowook never said goodbye, even when the two of you were just friends, it was always "See you soon!" or "See you later!". You liked that about him, it made him feel continuous and eternal, like  he'd always be with you somehow. Setting the phone down, you released the real scream of jubilee that you had been holding in since picking up the phone. You spun around your apartment, laughing maniacally as you slipped your socks off and opened the sliding glass door to your tiny balcony. Ignoring the rain you gripped the railing tightly as you hung over and shouted out to the skyline for joy, "God, I love him so much!" And even with the distance, you knew he could hear you and that comforted your heart, wrapping it in an excitement that made your limbs buzz with energy and your head to spin. You don't know how long you shouted your love for Ryeowook to no one in particular, but when you finally ran back inside, your clothes were sopping wet and your hair was dripping. But you could care less, you were going to see him. Be with him. Touch him. Kiss him. Love him.

Just like Ryeowook said, you'd received a very formal and fancy invitation to his military gala. You smiled down at the gold embossed lettering of his name, indicating that he would be giving a special performance during the event. You scurried to your room and reached under until you found your memory box, opening the dingey light blue box to find keepsakes, special cards, and such things. You carefully placed the invitation on top of the pile of notes and letters you'd created and resealed the top, sliding it back underneath your bed. You stood up and dusted yourself off, already eager to pack for the trip to Ryeowook's base tomorrow. You'd even already bought a dress especially for the occasion, going out and spending your latest paycheck on something beautiful the moment Ryeowook had invited you over the phone. You packed quickly even though you weren't going to be leaving until early tomorrow morning, your eagerness could not be quelled. Soon enough and not even half an hour later, your single suitcase was completely packed, save for a few needed toiletries. It being late already, you dressed in your pajamas, brushing your teeth tiredly as you readied yourself for bed. You stretched and flopped back on your bed, wanting the hours to speed by so tomorrow could come faster. You shut your eyes and tried counting sheep, but impatience kept you awake for a while before you finally drifted into a restless slumber.

You remember vaulting out of bed like a rocket, scrambling to your closet and stressing for about twenty minutes about what you would wear. You settled on something comfortable, but put together because you would be traveling for most of the day anyway. Soft blue linen shorts and a well loved coral top that was just the right amount of worn to still be considered fashionable. You didn't even bother with makeup, far too preoccupied with your eagerness to leave than your appearance. You'd stress about your hair and makeup later before the gala.

After gathering all your things, you took a taxi from your apartment building to the train station that would carry you all the way to Ryeowook's base. It wasn't that long of a ride, but felt like ages before the fast train peeled to a halt gracefully, the doors opening fluidly as you grabbed your bag and jumped to your feet. Walking out of the train station, you went to hail a cab but lowered your hand when you saw a man holding up a sign with your name standing beside a sedan. You smiled and jogged over to him, raising your own hand in greeting, "Hello!" The man was dressed in standard army uniform, not a pin or hair out of place as he turned toward you, "Ah! Are you Miss _______?" "Yes sir, that's me," you grinned wheeling your suitcase in front of you as he took it from your grasp and placed it in the trunk. He opened the cab door and gestured for you to get in as he smiled, "Ryeowook made special arrangements for one of us to pick him up, he's always picking on the trumpets." "The trumpets...?," you furrowed your brow in confusion as he slid into the drivers seat. He looked at you through the mirror as he spoke, "Didn't you know? Ryeowook is part of the 37th division military band. That's where he was stationed, didn't he tell you?" "He told me he was singing but he never mentioned anything about being in the military band," you couldn't help but smile, feeling relieved that he had been placed somewhere he could still sing and perform. The rest of the drive was spent in polite chatter with the obvious trumpet playing driver, talking about Ryeowook and all the crazy antics he got into at his base. Everything sounded like him and you wanted to to hear more, but your arrival at the hotel cut you short. Your heart was pounding, didn't he say he would pick you up at the hotel? You hurriedly got out of the car, not even waiting for the driver to get your suitcase for you as you wrenched open the trunk and barreled toward the automatic sliding glass doors of the shiny hotel. You arrived in the lobby breathless, looking around and turning in circles as you searched the crowded and busy lobby for Ryeowook's face. You frowned when you didn't find him, a receptionist calling you over politely, "Ma'am? May I help you check in?" Pulling your gaze away from the hoards of people, you walked over to the lobby desk, smiling apologetically as you answered, "Yes, please." "What name would the room be under?," the woman asked, fingers posed over the keyboard as she looked up at you expectantly. "Ryeowook, Kim Ryeowook," you said quickly, your heart racing at just the sound of his name escaping your lips. The receptionist looked surprised as she typed in the name, bewildered as she clicked on the name, "Ryeowook? As in Super Junior's Ryeowook? Are you his girlfriend?" You nodded shyly, taking the key card that she handed you, "Something like that. Thank you." "Have a nice stay," she said with a smile, already whispering to the other receptionist beside her excitedly. You hurried away with a blush toward the elevator, your suitcase rolling behind as you pressed a button indicating the tenth floor, where the suits were apparently located. Leave it to Ryeowook to spoil you, even from a distance. Once you'd arrived outside your room's door, you slid the key card in and opened the door breathlessly, heart hoping Ryeowook would already be in there. You dropped your suitcase and ran into the room, "Ryeowook...?" But there wasn't a soul besides your own in the room as your shoulders sagged in disappointment. Your heart felt heavy from tension as you glanced at your phone, wanting nothing more than a text from him to indicate he was on his way to get you. You were simply greeted with the time, alotting you a little over an hour to get ready and look presentable. Your eyes grew wide at the numbers on the screen, throwing your phone down as you picked your suitcase back up and unzipped it, rifling through its contents for your dress and makeup. Forty minutes later, after a scalding shower and fifteen minutes stressing over your hair and makeup, you were dressed for the night. You took a look at yourself in a large mirror that hung on the wall of the hotel room, turning in a circle slowly as you searched for any mistakes of strings out of place. You smoothed down your dress, already knowing it was something that Ryeowook would definitely like. It was a simple, yet elegant black silk gown with an open back and thin straps framing a sweetheart neckline. It accentuated your curves in a demure way, not too risqué, but just the right amount of sexy that men would give you a second look. You grinned and bent over to slide your heels on, glad you had chosen your most comfortable and easy to walk in pair. The timing was almost too perfect as you stood up and you heard a few solid raps on your room's door. You froze where you were, heart beating so fast you swore you could see it as you stumbled over to the door in your heels and ripped it open. You pressed a hand to your mouth and let out a sob of happiness as you were greeted with the only sight you wanted to see. Standing there looking trim and clean in his camouflage uniform and black beret, was Ryeowook. He grinned at your reaction and instantly pulled you into his arms, burying his face in your neck, "________." You could only sob into his chest as you clung to him, not even caring if you ruined the hard work you had put into your hair and makeup. You said his name over and over, gripping his uniform in your fingers as your tears soaked it, "Ryeowook, Ryeowook, Ryeowook..." He rocked you, gently pressing kisses to your neck, face, and lips in between the sound of you saying name. He felt his own tears spill down his cheek as he murmured, "I'm here, I'm here. _________, I'm here." You pulled away and looked up at him, laughing through your tears as you pressed a hand to your mouth, "Ryeowook, I can't even believe-" "I know, sweetheart," he smiled, wiping away his own tears with a laugh before swiping under your eyes carefully with his thumb. "This doesn't feel real." You couldn't help yourself any longer; the need to have him close as possible beyond an embrace made your heart ache. You cupped his face and brought his lips to your own, smiling against his mouth as he stooped down to bring you back into his arms. How long had it been since that night when he first kissed you? It felt like a thousand years, but you'd wait that long again just to have him like this, to kiss you softly in the doorway of some hotel. It began chastely, until his hands began to run up and  down your sides heatedly, his thumbs brushing against your rib cage through the thin silk of your dress. He took a step closer, letting his hips press against your own, the intimacy of such a simple gesture made heat pool in the bottom of your stomach. You let out the softest moan you could muster, his name escaping past his kisses as you gripped the front of his uniform, "Ryeowook. Don't we...?" He pulled away with a smile full of longing, nodding as he bit his lip, "I guess we'll have to wait until after the gala, right?" He grew sheepish as his thumb tried to subtly wipe away the lipstick that traveled outside the shape of your mouth, "You might want to reapply your lipstick before we go." You stepped inside your room and regarded the smudged mess of your lips, grinning at his reflection behind you, "And you might want to wipe your mouth." Ryeowook saw the mess of his own lips with wide eyes and laughed, dampening a washcloth and wiping his mouth with a grin. You watched him out of the corner of your eye as you swiped a fresh coat of lipstick on, choosing a more kissproof one this time. It felt so natural to be with him again, doing such menial things like this made you flush with happiness as you grabbed his face and kissed his cheek while he protested, "I just wiped it off-" "Kiss proof, you dummy," you grinned, turning his face so he could see his lipstick free cheek in the mirror. He looked cutely surprised, "Oh." A mischievous look appeared on his face as quickly changed his mind, leaning in again, "Well in that case." "Nuh-uh, Mr. Casanova," you grinned, hands on his surprisingly muscled chest as you pushed him away teasingly. "Are we going to this party or not? I didn't get dolled up for no reason, you know." You grabbed your clutch and keycard, urging him toward the door as you stepped into the hotel hallway backwards, unable to take your eyes off of him. He took your hand and flashed you a smirk, his eyes roving over your figure as you stepped out of the room, "You mean this wasn't all for me?" You blushed and looked down bashfully, lacing your fingers with his as you headed for the elevator, "Of course it was for you." His finger froze right above the down button before he pressed it, his own face turning red as he stooped down to place another peck on your lips. You smiled softly to yourself as the empty elevator opened, stepping in with his strong hand around the curve of your hip. After the long ride down, and Ryeowook pressing you against the wall for a quick and heated kiss that left you breathless, you stepped out of the lobby and into the evening air. He had a car waiting, a twin to the one that had picked you up earlier sitting parked close to the building. Ryeowook held the passenger door open for you as you slid in eagerly, a winning smile on his face, "Princess." Your face heated up from the nickname, realizing you might have a little something something for that kind of thing. You fanned yourself before Ryeowook slipped into the driver's seat, trying your best to appear poised and unaffected as he smiled at you, "Ready?"

Under normal circumstances, the base would have appeared to be rather bland and spartan. But with such a special event like the annual military gala, the base seemed to have been spruced up a bit to appear, dare you say it, more romantic. The party was held in a training field next to the main buildings in a big white event tent that seemed impossibly large, the inside dancing with twinkling lights and a removable wooden floor. You wondered at everything with wide eyes as Ryeowook guided you into the tent, arm laced formally with his. Many people, of course, gawked at the two of you. Who would've thought that Super Junior's Ryeowook would bring his famous and almost mystical girlfriend that he bragged about to his division constantly. You were welcomed with open arms after the initial shock, blushing beautifully whenever Ryeowook would introduce you as his girlfriend to everyone who asked, even if they already knew. He seemed so proud to have you there, unable to take his eyes off of you as you socialized with his fellow soldiers and their significant others or friends. It made you glad to know that Ryeowook had made friends with these people, glad that he wasn't cooping himself up.

A man with many glittering medals walked up to Ryeowook, who entangled his arm from yours for a mere second as he saluted politely to him, "Sir." "Private Ryeowook," the man nodded curtly to him before he turned a softer eye on you and tipped his cap to you, "Ma'am." "You're needed for mic testing, Private, please report there immediately," he commanded swiftly, nodding one last time as Ryeowook replied cleanly before he walked away. "Yes, sir," Ryeowook replied, saluting once more as the man walked away to maybe terrorize another young soldier. He turned to you, an excited look in his eyes, "That's my queue that it's almost showtime. They asked if I would sing songs from my mini album!" You smiled at how he was practically bouncing on his toes from excitement, "I'm so proud of you, Ryeowook." You cupped his face and gave him one last kiss as he jogged away happily. He suddenly turned around and walked backwards, mouthing words and gesturing with his hands as you spoke them out quietly, "Every...song...is for...you." You covered your smile with your hand as you watched him walk onto the small raised stage at the head of the tent, changing from soldier Ryeowook into the natural performer he was born to be. There was something incredibly hot about how Ryeowook commanded a stage, commanded attention with not only his beautiful voice, but with his gestures and gaze. You saw that look in his eyes many times whenever you would watch him perform, it was both sultry and passionate and made your belly burn with excitement. They did a few mic tests, tech crew scurrying around on stage as Ryeowook warmed up his vocals with his usual routine. You made your way to the front of the crowd gathering around the stage, many people getting ready to finally start the party and dance the night away. Even on the base, Ryeowook had a bit of a fan following and that made you incredibly happy to see grown ass men and women so excited to see your boyfriend perform. He introduced himself politely, bowing respectfully as he smiled, "Good evening everyone, tonight I'll be performing for all of you. I hope you will enjoy my singing and have a good time while listening and dancing." People cheered and whooped for him, clapping as he positioned himself on stage. Ryeowook seemed like he had something else to say as he pressed his lips to the mic in his hands to hide his grin, "And all these songs are dedicated to my beautiful girlfriend, _________." He looked down at where you stood in front of him, "Standing right there in that lovely black dress. So guys, hands off, I mean it." People laughed and clapped loudly, making you blush as you smiled shyly up at Ryeowook. He sang all your favorites, songs he knew you loved and that he loved as well; songs that held special meaning just between the two of you. Any normal listener wouldn't have thought twice, but to you they meant everything that you and Ryeowook felt for each other. People danced together, swaying happily together with the music as your boyfriend filled the air with his velvety voice. You danced by yourself, moving rhythmically with Ryeowook's vocals as he crooned each song for you. One of your favorites came on, a song from his Little Prince mini album, called Foxy Girl, that he later told you he had written about you before the two of you had gotten together officially. It was your song and you looked up at Ryeowook excitedly, who hopped down from the stage and wrapped his arm around your waist with a smirk, pressing his forehead to yours as he sang. "I'll let you know my love," he crooned, moving his hips with yours to the beat as he practically serenaded you in front of everyone. "I'll let you know my heart." You heard people cheer from around you and you blushed from happiness, feeling absolutely beautiful as Ryeowook spun you gracefull around the dance floor. You moved your hips to the flow of the sexy song, making him smirk at your boldness in front of so many people. "Look at me," he commanded in his song, pulling up close once again and burning you with his gaze. "I want you girl, I need you girl." Your eyes glazed over and your body melted into his at his words, knowing exactly what he was wanting and thinking. You wanted nothing more than to give him what he desired right then and there, but the whoops and hollers of the other partygoers pulled you from your haze as he sang the last note. Ryeowook spun you around slowly before dipping you, capturing your lips passionately as you laced your arms around his neck to return his kiss. When he finally pulled you up for air, you were ready to leave with him and drive back to the hotel as fast as the law would let you. But Ryeowook gave you a look as he hopped back up on stage that told you to be patient, and you nodded in understanding, biting your lip at all the thoughts racing through your head. Your fingers itched to touch him again, even to just hold his hand as you proudly watched him continue his performance happily. He seemed so blissful as he sang, so much love and passion in his voice as he belted out notes that would seem impossible for most men. As soon as Ryeowook was finished, you walked to him swiftly, throwing your arms around his neck as you embraced him and congratulated his performance, "You did so well." "Thanks, sweetheart," he smiled, brushing a strand of hair from your face as other friends and colleagues came up to say the same. You waited as patiently as you could, fingers laced with his left hand as he saluted respectfully with his right when a superior officer approached. He lifted your joined hands and kissed the back of yours, winking sweetly to indicate that he was impatient as well. Thirty minutes of this passed and your grip on his hand became tighter and tighter from your need of him, his own hold matching yours as he squeezed back. It seemed like things were wrapping up and he could finally leave, your heart pounding as you met his discrete lusty gaze he shot you when no one else walked up to him. "Let's go," he urged, tugging you along at a pace that was fast but not too quick to alert anyone of your obvious intentions. Making it back to the car felt like hell in your heels and you could hardly keep up with Ryeowook's stride, "Wookie, wait!" You winced, and pulled your dress up, shocked to see angry red blisters on your feet. Ryeowook immediately took your hand and helped you step out of your shoes, "Come here." He swept you up easily into his arms with your shoes in hand as he continued to walk to the car. You could only stare at him in surprise with your arms wrapped around his neck, "When did you get so strong, Mr. Soldier?" He smirked at you, appearing to not struggle at all with your weight in his arms, "You can thank boot camp and training for that." You played with the hair at the back of his neck and buried your face into his shoulder to hide your pleased smile. Ryeowook was suddenly this incredibly manly man and it shocked you to think your soft and sweet boyfriend was now tough as nails and had the body to go along with it. You hadn't even seen him without his uniform off, but you could feel his lean muscles flex against your body and it made your mouth water as you tried to imagine what he would look like back at the hotel. Making it to the car, Ryeowook placed you gently into the passenger side, tucking your shoes neatly down beside you, before he shut the door and slid into the driver's seat. Without a word he turned on the ignition and sped off, his hand coming to rest comfortably on your thigh as he drove just a little above the speed limit. You placed your hand over his, stroking the back of his knuckles softly and feeling the car suddenly pick up speed just a little at your touch. You smiled discretely to yourself when you saw him shift in his seat, his thumb playing with the slit in your dress and teasing the skin of your thigh as the hotel came into view. Your heartbeat picked up as he parked and took your hand, grabbing your shoes as you carefully walked barefoot into the hotel. Of course people did double takes when they recognized Kim Ryeowook and his well known best friend, and rumored girlfriend, walking hand in hand into a hotel together. You bit your lip in disappointment as he led you into an unfortunately packed elevator, wanting nothing more than a little repeat of your earlier elevator kiss. But you saw the hard look in his eyes that Ryeowook got when he was thinking hard about something important. You couldn't help but wonder and maybe worry about what it could possibly be, resting your head on his shoulder to gain his attention again. Dragged out of his thoughts he smiled at you, brown eyes warm and welcoming as he pressed a kiss to your forehead and relaxed. You realized he was nervous and that made your heart leap for him as the elevator door opened to your floor. The two of you exited and took the short walk to your room in silence, the air holding something like anticipation, like there was something he wanted to say but just couldn't get it out. With fingers trembling from excitement, you fished out your keycard from your clutch, struggling a little as you swiped to unlock the door. You had left a lamp on in the room accidntially, the room being bathed in a soft ambient glow that made the mood more romantic. Ryeowook followed you inside and placed your heels he had been carrying beside your messy suitcase, smiling to himself at the untidyness. You turned to him expectantly as he looked around and took his beret off for the first time that night, "I picked a good room, right? The bed's nice and big." Your mouth dropped at his hair, the standard military crew cut but a little messy and grown out, giving him this rough and sexy look. You stepped close and tugged him toward you by his belt, reaching up and running a hand through his hair as you smiled, "You need a trim." "I was growing it out for you a little," he said sheepishly, touching it self consciously. "I didn't know if you liked the short hair or not." "What, did you think I wouldn't find you as hot with the buzz?," you grinned while lacing your fingers around his neck and backing toward the bed. "I think it looks sexy." He smirked and his hands found your waist, laying you down softly on the bed as he hovered over you, "Oh, do you?" You nodded, stroking his cheek tenderly as you hit your lip to hide your smile, "My handsome soldier, serenading me and buying me expensive hotel rooms. Now what do you think he wants?" He surprised you when he rocked his hips into yours, licking his lips as he regarded how you were laid down underneath him. He cocked his head to the side, a silent question as he eyed your soft lips that were suddenly a hair's breath away. You sucked in a breath as your slyness faded away, hands trembling slightly as you raked your nails through his hair, pulling him down for a kiss. That kiss was the catalyst for Ryeowook, his body and hands suddenly active and alive as he pressed his hips down into yours. His lips moved passionately against yours, nibbling at your bottom lip as he begged you for entrance, hands sliding underneath your body to pull your closer. You gasped at his bite and allowed his tongue to slide inside your mouth, kissing you more intimately than he ever had before. Your eyes slid close at the strange new feeling, tasting him as he pulled your wet muscle from you and sucked on it, causing you to moan. You blushed when you peeked from under your eyelids for a second to see Ryeowook with his eyes closed, brows furrowed in pleasure as his jaw flexed beautifully. He released your mouth suddenly, sitting up on his knees but never taking his eyes off of you as he popped open the buttons of his uniform jacket and slid it off, revealing his muscular shoulders. He unlaced his combat boots rather quickly and slipped them off, pushing you farther up on the bed as he groaned, "God, you're so beautiful." You murmured his name softly in appreciation as he kissed your neck gently, "Ryeowook." He looked up at you with a confused look, which changed to greed as you gestured to the zipper of your dress, "Please." With slow teasing hands and a small smirk, he unzipped your dress and slid it off your body at a snail pace that frustrated you to no end. You realized quickly that this was the first time he had seen you completely naked and it felt surreal. This didn't feel like the first time by the way the two of you moved together so fluidly, like you knew each other's bodies better than anyone else's. He drank in your creamy skin and worshiped each curve as he fingers traced up your sides and around the swell of your breasts, "So beautiful." He leaned down and pressed wet kisses to every inch of your skin he could reach, licking up between the valley of your breasts to the base of your throat. You blushed but hid it by tugging at the hem of his shirt eagerly, "Your turn...right?" He smiled at you softly and pulled his standard white shirt over his head, revealing the good work that boot camp had done to his body. You groaned at the sight, fingers already traveling across the tan expanse of his chest as his abs flexed with every breath he took. It was practically pornographic the way he breathed, chest rising and falling as your hands danced down to his hips and touched his belt with a question. The way you looked up at him through your lashes made him groan as he nodded, "Please." You licked your lips and worked on his belt, sliding it out from each loop and tossing it somewhere across the room. Your hands eagerly found the fastening of his camouflage pants and popped open the button, his bulge already pressing out in need. He groaned and pressed his hips eagerly into your hand, wanting nothing more than your touch. You pressed your thighs together, rubbing them softly as you helped him shimmy out of his pants. The two of you were left in nothing but your underwear, completely vulnerable and open to each other as Ryeowook pushed you down into the mattress. You gasped when his fingers found your center, pressing against your panties as he rubbed you softly. Your back arched at the feeling, toes curling as Ryeowook inched your panties off, eager to taste you. You bit a knuckle when he dipped a finger into your soaked heat, swirling it around and collecting your essence into it. You nearly came just seeing the way he took his finger into his mouth, tongue swirling around as he groaned at your taste. He released his finger and pressed two to your clit, rubbing generously as he murmured, "You taste so good, kitten." You whimpered at the pet name, turning your head to the side as he bent down to kiss your hip, trailing down further and further until he hovered just above your core. Your eyes were squeezed shut, fingers knotting into the hotel bed sheets as you rocked your hips and felt his fingers enter you, a gasp stuck in your throat. Ryeowook thrust his fingers in and out of you at a steady pace, bending down to lick a stripe up your clit before murmuring, "Look at me." You did as you were told and made eye contact with him, biting your lip at the predator look in his eyes as he sucked on your clit. You let out small noises of pleasure, fucking back against his fingers as he praised you, "So good, kitten." You felt like you could come, but you pushed him away, wanting to come around his dick for your first time together. He gave you a startled look as you whispered, "Not yet." You leaned in and sucked on his neck, fingers tugging at the waistband of his briefs as you mumbled against him, "I want to come around you." Ryeowook let out a raw moan, fingers already pushing yours aside as he pulled down his briefs and rocked you back into this mattress. He took a few moments to really treasure your body, pressing butterfly kisses to your skin as he whispered sweet nothings. You held him close, running your fingers over his back, feeling his muscles and pressing yourself fully against him, the heat from his skin burning you beautifully. Time stood still for a moment as he pulled away to look at you, his eyes so warm and soft they melted your soul. He whispered, oh so softly, like it was only for you, "I love you, _________." You froze and met his gaze, heart soaring far above the clouds as you remembered telling Ryeowook how he couldn't say he loved you until he saw you again. You felt happy tears spill down your cheeks as you smiled, "I love you too, Ryeowook." You pulled him close, kissing his neck tenderly as you affirmed, "So much." He pulled away and smiled teasingly at you, thumb brushing over your swollen bottom lip, "Tell me, what should I do with you?" You blushed at his question, not really knowing how to phrase what you wanted gracefully, stuttering, "I-I..." How was it that he could make you feel so tender at one moment and then so frustrated the next? "What was that, kitten?," he smirked, fingers trailing to your hips as he pushed your buttons once again. He was absolutely ruthless when he wanted to with that sharp tongue of his. "I-I want you," you started, calming yourself and taking a breath as you looked up at him. "I want you to make love to me, Ryeowook." His gaze softened at your words, his teasing suddenly gone as he bent down to kiss you chastely, "You don't know how long I've waited for you to say those words." Ryeowook positioned himself at your entrance, teasing you only for moment with the tip of his member before pushing completely in. He slid inside to the hilt without any hindrance, like he was made to fit you perfectly, a matching puzzle piece. You both let out sounds of satisfaction, Ryeowook unable to stop himself as his hips began to thrust inside of you. You could only cling to him as he set a breakneck pace, your body absorbing and feeling every sensation to the tenth degree. Every sound and feeling was amplified as he slid in and out of you smoothly, the wetness of your walls allowing him to do so easily. The bed shook from his thrusts, rocking against the wall rhythmically as he rutted against you, suddenly erratic. Ryeowook let out the most beautiful groans, urging the heat in your belly along as your release crept up, whimpering, "Ryeowook, I'm so close." "Wait for me," he commanded, hips working into overdrive as he buried his face into your neck, biting down on the flesh there. You cried out at his roughness, fingernails digging harshly into his back as you tried to stave off your release, unconsciously clenching hard around his member. Ryeowook panted into your ear, pulling back to look at you, "Look at me, __________. Look at me when you come." You couldn't hold back any longer, walls clenching tightly around his cock as you milked him for all he was worth, the knot in your stomach snapping. You came with his name on your lips, clinging desperately to his shoulders as he suddenly pushed himself as far inside of you as he could and stiffened against you. He called out your name loudly as he came, holding your gaze as his seed spilled deep inside of you, coating your walls. You felt him harden and twitch with each pump of his seed, releasing an alarmingly large amount that made you flush and moan. You didn't even mind, you wanted him to claim you like this. When he was finally soft, Ryeowook pulled out of you as gently as he could, biting his lip as he carefully did so. You couldn't help but smile with how tender he was handling you as he laid down beside you and pulled you into his arms. You smiled against the warm skin of chest as he kissed the top of your head, "I love you." "I love you too," you replied, looking up to press a few kisses to his lips and face. You turned in his embrace and wrapped arms around him, tangling your legs with his, "More than anything." "Enough to wait one more year?," he asked with a smile, but you saw the slight worry in his eyes. You silenced his worries with another kiss, putting all your love for him into that one gesture as you pressed your forehead to his, "Enough to wait a year. Enough to wait always." Maybe you only got this one day to be with Ryeowook, and maybe it would be a while until you had another. Maybe you would only have the phone calls and letters for a while, but at least you had him, even when he wasn't there, he was with you. If you were lonely, he was a letter away. If you missed the sound of his voice, you would slow dance with yourself late at night in your living room to his songs, imagining he was there. You would count down the days until you could see him again, waiting however long it would take, all for the love of him. And he would count too. Looking toward the day he would finally hold you in his arms again. One year was nothing compared to the eternity he would wait for you.

[kpopimaginings]

“I had a bad dream” - Ryeowook

A/N: So I got a request for some fluffy Ryeowook, and I just feel like he’d be such a sweet caring s/o that this is what happened!

You jolted awake, staring wide eyed around your room as you came to your senses. It was just a dream. Nothing you had just experienced was real, and none of it could hurt you. That thought was not comforting enough to help you drift off to sleep though. Every time you closed your eyes, it was right there haunting you.

You grabbed your phone, noticing it was only 1am, not even a suitable time to give up on sleep. For a while you mindlessly flicked through games and apps on your phone before deciding to call your boyfriend Ryeowook for some comfort. You felt bad because of the time, but you knew he'd berate you for not calling if he found out you'd been alone and upset.

"Hello?" his groggy voice said from the other end.

"Hey," you replied, softly.

"What's wrong?" he asked, knowing you would only call this late with good reason.

"I had a bad dream," you told him. "I can't get back to sleep."

"Do you need to come round, or do you want me to come to you?"

"No, I just needed to hear your voice. It's comforting."

"That wasn't a yes or no question," he told you. "Give me a moment to find a jacket and shoes and I'll be right there."

"Really, Wook, you don't need to-"

"I do, you're upset, and you need my cuddles. I'm coming."

You couldn't help but smile at how caring he was as you thanked him. You really had won the boyfriend lottery when he asked you to be his.

Deciding sleep wasn't happening without Ryeowook beside you, you climbed out of bed and made your way to the kitchen. By the time there was a knock on your door, you had two cups of hot chocolate ready to be enjoyed.

As soon as you let him in, your boyfriend pulled you into a hug.

"I'm sorry you had a nightmare," he murmured.

"Thank you," you replied. "I made us hot chocolate. Can we sit in the living room and drink before bed?"

"Of course," he smiled as pulled back. "I love that you made me one too."

"I woke you up in the middle of the night. It's the least I can do."

"You know I'd rather you woke me than suffered alone," he pointed out.

"I do know, that's why I called."

He gave you a quick kiss, before the two of you snuggled on the sofa together in your pyjamas with hot chocolate in hand. Making sure to keep you distracted, Ryeowook engaged you in conversations about your day, and what you guys could do when you next had time off together. He knew that if you needed to tell him about your dream you would, otherwise taking your mind off it was the best thing he could do.

By the time the drinks were done you were starting to yawn. Putting the cups in the sink, soaking them so they could be dealt with tomorrow, the two of you headed to bed.

"Goodnight, angel," he whispered.

"Goodnight, my handsome prince," you muttered back.

There, safely nestled in between Ryeowook's arms, you were able to finally drift off into a peaceful sleep.

NAVIGATION  |  SUPER JUNIOR MASTERLIST

[international-kpopfan]

You Are Mine - Kim Ryeowook (F/A).

Summary |  Y/N gets bullied online because of her relationship with Ryeowook, luckily her boyfriend is there to save the day.

Genre | fluff, slight angst (not that much), idol! boyfriend.

Warnings |  mentions of online bullying.

Pairing | Reader (F) x Kim Ryeowook

WC | 1.7K

Note | Requested by anon

Note | I really hope this is what you wanted. My apologies that it took so long.

Original request |  Can I have a super junior Ryeowook fluff- you are getting bullied? - Anon

Masterlist / Request Rules / Upcoming

He knows there is something. He knows there is something going on in her mind. She avoids his gaze, fumbles with her fingers, and nervously looks around the cafe where they have just sat down with two hot mugs of coffee.

Does it have to do with him?. Was it his cooking from last night?. Ryeowook calmly takes a sip of his coffee, but deep down he is concerned about Y/N's behavior. She's never behaved like this, at least not in the five years they've been together.

''Don't frown, you'll get wrinkles''. Y/N leans her elbows on the table, the mug of coffee clutched between her hands, and she takes a sip every few seconds.

"You know I know something's up."

Y/N sighs, she expected this but not for Ryeowook to bring it up in a crowded cafe. She puts the half-empty mug of coffee on the table and takes Ryeowook's hands. They're warm to the touch, probably from the mug he's been holding all along.

"And you know I'll tell you if there's anything," she whispers, squeezing his hands gently. Ryeowook nods slowly but isn't convinced yet. The way she behaved in the first few minutes they were in the cafe doesn't sit well with Ryeowook. He knows that Y/N is stubborn and strong-willed. One of the reasons he loves her so much.

"Babe, listen..." Ryeowook's ringtone interrupts him. He shows Y/N the screen before picking up, the loud voice of Heechul audible through the phone. Y/N, on the other hand, is quietly sipping her coffee, her eyes scanning the cafe. From the decorated lights above the bar to the large painted wall at the back of the cafe. She feels calm. Partly because of Ryeowook who gives answers with a sigh while holding Y/N's hand. She is calmer than in the beginning. Lately, without her lovely boyfriend knowing about it, more and more negative, incriminating but also disturbing messages have started to arrive on her social media. Her Instagram is flooded with comments, most of them are positive, but a few of them are making it hard for her to ignore them.

She is taken out of her thoughts by Ryeowook who quickly drinks his coffee, releases her hand, and puts on his coat. ''Where are you going?''.

"Office, we have a meeting at 11." They both look at the time on their phones. 10:55.

"Better hurry up," she laughs as she takes a sip of her coffee. Ryeowook kisses her forehead before apologizing.

"I'll make it up to you, promise." Y/N knows that he always keeps those promises, no matter what.

"Gimbap tonight and you're forgiven," she yells after him, and he turns around before walking out the door with his thumbs up. Gimbap it is.

*

Dressed in black leggings, a gray sweater from Ryeowook that falls to her knees, and sports socks, Y/N lies on the couch with her phone in her hands. Her hair is tied in a messy bun on her head, glasses leaning on her nose as she scrolls through the posts on Instagram.

Three years ago, their relationship went public. The first months went smoothly as if everyone was at peace with it. And Y/N knows that 99% of the fans are happy for Ryeowook. He is also human. Her last post was a photo of her and Ryeowook by the Han River, both leaning against the balustrade as he lovingly holds her in his arms.

A small smile appears on her face when reading the comments.

"Couple Goals".

''Wish I had someone to hold me like that''.

Let them be, they are happy and so are we.

''Beautiful couple''.

Y/N likes the comments, sometimes she responds with a heart or an emoji that matches the comment from the fans. She sinks a little further into the large cushions behind her and throws her left leg over the backrest. Her eyes dart to the clock. 17:45. Ryeowook is supposed to come home around 6:30 PM so that means she still has some time to sit around like a zombie.

She scrolls a little further down the list of comments, some comments are immediately defended by ELFs, but it doesn't make them any less painful. Tears well up in her eyes and she quickly wipes away a stray tear that streams down her cheek. Ryeowook can't see her like this. So why is she looking at the comments right now? It seems as if it is a magnet that attracts her. Once you start reading, there seems to be no stopping it.

''She's ugly, Ryeowook should date someone from the industry''.

''Maybe botox will fix things.''

''I don't understand Ryeowook in this, why her?''.

And so the torture continues. Y/N wipes away some tears with the sleeve of Ryeowook's sweater and puts her phone down on the couch next to her. The ceiling is super interesting for the first time they moved in together. A few tears still escape from the corner of her eye and land on the pillows.

"How long have you been standing there?" Y/N's voice is soft, and you'd almost miss her if you didn't know she was home because of all the pillows around her.

Ryeowook sighs audibly as he walks over to the couch, puts her phone on the table, and sits down next to her. From her position, she looks at him with slightly teary eyes.

"Long enough to know you're going to tell me what's going on." Ryeowook leans his elbow on the backrest, beckoning Y/N with his right hand. She rises and slides closer to his body, leaning against his chest as her legs rest on his lap.

"Can I ask you something?" Y/N asks softly, her voice a bit shaky as if she is afraid to ask the question and Ryeowook kisses her hair. ''All the time''.

"Why are you with me?".

Ryeowook sighs. His left hand is woven into Y/N's locks, the right-hand rubs circles on her hip, and Y/N snuggles closer to him.

"Where do you want me to start?", he jokes, knowing that a smile will come to her face anyway. A small smile does appear on Y/N's face.

"At the beginning," she mumbles softly. Ryeowook laughs and kisses her hair again.

''You are stubborn, you have your own will, you are sometimes quite strict with me, you have humor, you give good hugs, you can't cook at all....''.

Y/N pats him on the chest with the sleeve of his sweater. Ryeowook can't help but laugh. ''That is not what I meant''.

"Oh, then what?. Do you want to hear how beautiful I think you are?. How much I love to wake up next to you every morning?. That smile of yours still gives me butterflies, even after five years. You are the most beautiful woman on this planet, and you are mine."

Y/N raises her head, her eyes focused on Ryeowook's, who in turn looks at her with the most loving gaze. "Really?", she asks, just to be sure. Her eyes dart from his gaze to her phone on the table. A move that doesn't go unnoticed by Ryeowook. A sigh leaves his lips.

"What idiot claims otherwise?".

Y/N continues to slump against him, as far as possible. Ryeowook leans forward, grabbing her in his grip, and grabs her phone from the table. He slumps back against the couch and Y/N hides her head in the crook of his neck.

There is silence between the two for a while. The only sound through the apartment is the clock ticking slowly. A sound that radiates something soothing for the first time.

Ryeowook scrolls through the comments just like Y/N did before. He remains silent until he reaches for his phone. "Time for some clarity".

A frown appears on her face, not understanding what he is up to. Ryeowook opens Instagram and opens her profile. She tries to watch, but he holds his phone in such a way that she can't see exactly what he's up to, except for the Instagram logo that is visible.

"Solved," he mutters and puts his phone down next to him. "What have you done?", Y/N asks as she sits up, her legs still over his. One hand moves from her hair to her lower back and the other finds its spot on her thigh where Ryeowook gently rubs his thumb over the cotton material of her leggings.

Without saying a word, he takes her phone and hands it to Y/N. "Before you watch, promise me one thing." She nods slowly, already knowing what he expects of her.

"From now on you tell me everything, I'm your boyfriend and I'm here for you. You should never go through this alone and that's what I'm here for. Promise?", Y/N nods again before unlocking her phone and opening Instagram. A notification at the top of the list catches her attention and she clicks on it.

''Let everyone talk, you are the most beautiful woman on this earth in my eyes. I love you''.

She smiles softly before pressing a quick kiss to Ryeowook's lips. ''I love you too''.

"Is that all I get from you?".

Y/N gets up from the couch but Ryeowook has other plans. "Don't think so lady, first a kiss and then your Gimbap''.

"How do you know..."

Ryeowook tightens his grip around her body, waiting for what he wants most. "I've known you longer than today'', Biting her lip, she grabs his face with both hands, leans forward, and closes her eyes.

"Then you know that Gimbap is always priority number one for me," she laughs and jumps off the couch to the bags on the table. Ryeowook shakes his head with a smile and checks his notifications on his phone. The likes and comments are pouring in and he closes his phone with peace of mind.

"Are you coming or is this all just for me?", Y/N asks with a piece of Gimbap already crammed into her mouth.

*

[ao3feed-ateez]

by Imjustreallytired16

A collection of one-shots about the groups I currently stan. Full Fandom list and request form inside.

Words: 526, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: WAYV, 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS, Stray Kids (Band), NCT (Band), NCT 127 - Fandom, NCT Dream, NCT U - Fandom, ATEEZ (Band), Monsta X (Band), GOT7, SHINee, EXO (Band), ASTRO (Band), The Boyz (Korea Band), Day6 (Band), Wanna One, Super Junior

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Relationships: Kim Seokjin | Jin/Reader, Kim Namjoon | RM/Reader, Min Yoongi | Suga/Reader, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Reader, Park Jimin (BTS)/Reader, Kim Taehyung | V/Reader, Jeon Jungkook/Reader, Bang Chan/Reader, Kim Woojin/Reader, Lee Minho | Lee Know/Reader, Seo Changbin/Reader, Hwang Hyunjin/Reader, Han Jisung | Han/Reader, Lee Felix (Stray Kids)/Reader, Kim Seungmin/Reader, Yang Jeongin | I.N/Reader, Lee Taeyong/Reader, Moon Taeil/Reader, Suh Youngho | Johnny/Reader, Nakamoto Yuta/Reader, Qian Kun/Reader, Kim Dongyoung | Doyoung/Reader, Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul | Ten/Reader, Jung Yoonoh | Jaehyun/Reader, Dong Si Cheng | WinWin/Reader, Kim Jungwoo (NCT)/Reader, Xiao De Jun | Xiao Jun/Reader, Wong Kun Hang | Hendery/Reader, Huang Ren Jun/Reader, Lee Jeno/Reader, Lee Donghyuck | Haechan/Reader, Na Jaemin/Reader, Liu Yang Yang/Reader, Zhong Chen Le/Reader, Park Jisung (NCT)/Reader, Kim Hongjoong/Reader, Park Seonghwa/Reader, Jeong Yunho/Reader, Kang Yeosang/Reader, Choi San/Reader, Song Mingi/Reader, Jung Wooyoung/Reader, Choi Jongho/Reader, Son Hyunwoo | Shownu/Reader, Lee Hoseok | Wonho/Reader, Lee Minhyuk/Reader, Yoo Kihyun/Reader, Chae Hyungwon/Reader, Lee Jooheon/Reader, Im Changkyun | I.M/Reader, Im Jaebum|JB/Reader, Mark Tuan/Reader, Jackson Wang/Reader, Park Jinyoung/Reader, Choi Youngjae/Reader, Kunpimook Bhuwakul | BamBam/Reader, Kim Yugyeom/Reader, Lee Jinki | Onew/Reader, Kim Kibum | Key/Reader, Choi Minho/Reader, Lee Taemin/Reader, Kim Junmyeon | Suho/Reader, Kim Minseok | Xiumin/Reader, Zhang Yi Xing | Lay/Reader, Byun Baekhyun/Reader, Kim Jongdae | Chen/Reader, Park Chanyeol/Reader, Do Kyungsoo | D.O/Reader, Kim Jongin | Kai/Reader, Bae Joonyoung | Jacob/Reader, Kim Younghoon/reader, Lee Jaehyun | Hyunjae/reader, Lee Juyeon/Reader, Moon Hyungseo | Kevin/Reader, Choi Chanhee | New/Reader, Ji Changmin | Q/Reader, Ju Haknyeon/Reader, Kim Sunwoo/Reader, Son Youngjae | Eric/Reader, Park Sungjin/Reader, Park Jaehyung | Jae/Reader, Kang Younghyun | Young K/Reader, Kim Wonpil/Reader, Yoon Dowoon/Reader, Park Jinwoo | Jin Jin/Reader, Kim Myungjun | MJ/Reader, Lee Dongmin | Cha Eunwoo/Reader, Moon Bin/Reader, Park Minhyuk | Rocky/Reader, Yoon Sanha/Reader, Yoon Jisung/Reader, Ha Sungwoon/Reader, Hwang Minhyun/Reader, Ong Seongwoo/Reader, Kim Jaehwan/reader, Kang Daniel/Reader, Park Jihoon/Reader, park woojin/reader, Park Jungsoo | Leeteuk/Reader, Kim Heechul/Reader, Kim Jonghoon | Yesung/Reader, Shin Donghee | Shindong/Reader, Lee HyukJae | Eunhyuk/Reader, Choi Siwon/Reader, Lee Donghae/Reader, Kim Ryeowook/Reader, Cho Kyuhyun/Reader, Liu Xian Hua | Henry/Reader, Han Geng | Hankyung/Reader, Kim Kibum | Kibum/Reader

[wronqness99]

Loss Pt.3

> About my writing

Genre: Angst, slight comedy (?)

Warnings:  mentions of miscarriage

Word Count: 3502

Characters: Kim Heechul (Super Junior) X Female Reader

Part 1; Part 2; Part 3; Part 4; Part 5; Part 6;  Part 7; Part 8 - Final

*The image doesn’t belong to me, credits to the owner.*

As soon as Siwon told them Y/N was actually staying at his girlfriend's apartment, Heechul had wanted to go there immediately, being stopped by Siwon and Leeteuk. The men had decided on staying at Donghae's house for the night and going to Dawon's house the next day after lunch.

Eunhyuk, who was passed out drunk, had to be helped to bed by the house owner and Sungmin, thankfully, the others were still able to function on their own. Heechul and Siwon ended up staying together in the living room, as there weren't enough rooms for them all. Heechul could barely believe he had been able to find out  Y/N's whereabouts. He couldn't help but be a bit mad at Siwon for hiding her from him, but he understood. He knew the two were like siblings and that his bandmate would do whatever it took to protect her. Now, when he thought about it, he envied their relationship. Her relationship with all of Super Junior's members, really. She smiled so brightly whenever she was with them... He barely ever saw her smile like that during their two-year relationship and he was aware that it was mainly his fault. He could count by his fingers the amount of times they had actually spent a good time together as a couple. There weren't many. He wanted to make it up to her somehow, however, he knew that was nearly impossible. The damage had already been done and most of it was irreparable.

"How is she?" He asked Siwon while laying on the couch, staring at the ceiling. The younger man looked at his hyung.

"She's ok, she's been doing better these days," Siwon stated. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, you're like family to me, but so is she and she needed her time to deal with everything. She was really hurt by everything that happened, Dawon-ie is getting her to leave the house more lately, she's also going back to work in a few days. She's definitely doing better now." He reassures.

"I understand. Thank you for taking care of her." Heechul said truly thankful that Y/N wasn't alone even if it wasn't him by her side. For a second he thought how easy his life would be if he was more like his Siwon and Sungmin. He couldn't be romantic even if his life depended on it. He sighed, wishing Siwon a good night before turning to his side. Hopefully, tomorrow would be a better day.

The next day both men woke up with the sound of heavy footsteps on the upper floor of the house. Siwon was a bit startled by the commotion.

"Does Donghae have an elephant in his house?" Siwon asked still half asleep, with his brows furrowed.

"Well I'm not sure about an elephant but I see a horse right in front of me," Heechul stated referring to the younger man. Siwon pretended to laugh and gave Heechul his middle finger, which made the eldest laugh harder at the feeling of accomplishment. He got up from the couch and made his way upstairs, finding the source of the noise as soon as he reached the bathroom, where Eunhyuk was puking his heart out.

"Ugh, I'll never drink again." He said, causing Heechul and Donghae, who was helping him, to burst out laughing.

"YAH, shhhh!" He demanded, placing his hands on his ears, his head feeling like it was about to burst.

"You always say that, yet here we are again," Donghae stated, poking fun at his friend.

"My head feels like it's gonna explode," Eunhyuk stated, rubbing his hand over his face.

"Well, be more careful next time. Know your limits." Advised Donghae.

"Be a man and handle it." Heechul firmly stated, patting Eunhyuk's back.

"Why do I smell like ramen?" The black haired male asked, standing in front of the mirror. His eyes widened at the sight of yellow-ish goo stuck to his once soft strands.

"What the hell happened last night?" The man questioned surprised by his appearance.

"Oh, this is something I can't miss," Siwon said in a funny tone, leaning against the door frame.

"Don't you remember anything?" Donghae questioned his friend.

"Not really..." Hyukjae answered, running his hand through his hair, a disgusted look on his face as he felt it's texture.

"Well, Yesung hyung might or might not have spat his noodles on you, but it was Heechul hyung's fault." The youngest of the four told his now angry friend.

"How could it have been hyung's fault? He spat on me, that..."

"YAH, respect him, he's still your hyung Lee Hyukjae." Heechul scolded sternly, giving him a warning look.

"What's happening here? Can't a person sleep peacefully in this house?" Yesung appeared in the doorway, staring at the four men sleepily. Eunhyuk shoved Siwon to the side, giving Yesung a death stare. The elder opened his eyes fully as if he hadn't just woken up seconds ago at the sight of the other male's hair. He burst out laughing, causing Leeteuk to come out of the room as well to check on them.

"You little rascal!" Eunhyuk screamed, walking angrily towards his hyung, being stopped by Leeteuk. "WHY THE HELL DID YOU SPIT NOODLES IN MY HAIR?!" He screamed, mad out of his mind.

"Yah, I promise this time it wasn't on purpose... Just this time though, if there's a thing in which I take pride in life is making a fool out of you." Yesung sniggered. Eunhyuk growled, freeing himself from Leeteuk's hold and stomping back to the bathroom, looking at himself in the mirror once again.

"For your own good it better come off with a shower or you're gonna pay me a haircut! Aish..." He complained, turning to the bathtub.

"Get out so I can take a shower while Donghae fills me in on last night's events," Eunhyuk demanded, starting to take off his clothes. It wasn't weird for them to see each other naked anymore, they had grown too close to be embarrassed. His members left the bathroom and got dressed, going to the kitchen right after.

"Ah, I miss Ryeowook's cooking so much..." Siwon said, playing with his chopsticks after tasting the bland, almost raw noodles Heechul had attempted to cook.

"Does it taste that bad? You guys aren't even that close for you to be saying you miss him." Heechul put some noodles in his mouth only to spit them out seconds later. "I'll order something." He decided, taking the bowls to the sink so he could get rid of their contents.

"No need, I can cook us some fried eggs," Sungmin offered, checking the fridge.

"Yah, hyung, you suck! How could you be so mean?" Eunhyuk questioned rhetorically. After Donghae had recounted last night's events, he couldn't help but be mad.

"Yeah, yeah, I've heard it all, shut it. I'll go talk things out with her today." The long-haired guy told his dongsaeng, walking back to his sit after cleaning the dishes.

"I'm not gonna let you talk to Y/N alone! I'm going with you." Yesung chimed in, Eunhyuk following suit.

"Yeah, me too!"

"No way, we need to talk privately! Are you guys out of your minds? Have you gone crazy?" Heechul questioned, looking at both men wide-eyed as if they had grown two heads.

"I see where you guys are coming from but, in all honesty, I think they need to solve their problems on their own," Shindong commented, eating some of the fried egg and red peppers Sungmin had served.

"I'm taking him to her anyway so you guys don't need to worry, I'll be there if something happens," Siwon reassured, trying to calm the others down.

"We'll stay with you then, but we're going and that's final." Yesung firmly stated, making Heechul growl, annoyed.

"I don't need babysitters, I'm a grown adult, you know?!" He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, showing his discontentment.

"That's debatable," Leeteuk stated while shoving a piece of fried egg inside his mouth, making his oldest dongsaeng roll his eyes at the statement.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"I can't believe you guys really came," Heechul said, still annoyed, looking at Yesung and Eunhyuk through the rearview mirror.

"We said we would, why would you doubt us?" Yesung questioned his elder who sighed, slumping into the car seat.

"Hyung don't be mad, just focus on the fact that you're getting a chance to try and fix things somehow." Siwon reminded him. "If you go there already annoyed, chances are that instead of making it better you'll ruin it for good. Y/N doesn't need any more weight on her shoulders, she has enough to deal with already." He stated lowly, in a serious tone so the guys on the back couldn't hear. Heechul nodded his head, adjusting himself on the seat. Siwon was right, he had to calm down if he expected things to go well or else it would be just like any other conversation they'd ever had.

As soon as they reached Siwon's girlfriend's house no one dared to move. The car was in silence for a while before Siwon made his voice present.

"Are you ready hyung?" He asked, looking at Heechul's pale face. He was quiet for a while, before looking at the other man and nodding his head slowly. They opened the door and got out of the car walking towards the building. The elevator ride was filled by Yesung and Eunhyuk's bickering about who'd knock on the door. As soon as the doors opened they quickly walked out, tripping over each other, making their way to Dawon's apartment. As they got there, Yesung extended his arm to knock on the door, being pushed by Eunhyuk before he could do so.

"You guys should let hyung be-" Eunhyuk knocked on the door before Siwon could finish his sentence. He sighed and looked at a wide-eyed Heechul. A few seconds after there she was, dressed in her PJ's, hair up in a messy bun. Yesung quickly got up from the floor and ran to hug her.

"Noona!" He happily chanted hugging the girl tightly, making her laugh and hug him back.

"We missed you!" Eunhyuk joined their hug.

"What are you guys doing here? It's been a while..." She broke the hug, looking at both men in front of her with curiosity. They looked at each other and back at her, moving aside, enabling her to lay eyes on her ex. As soon as she saw him her smile dropped. He swallowed hard before taking a few steps towards her. She blinked quickly a few times as if to make sure it wasn't a dream. It wasn't. He was standing right in front of her.

"What are you doing here?" She asked. She looked around and spotted Siwon, giving him a death stare, knowing he had been the one to bring the man there.

"Noona, please don't be mad..." He pleaded. "Just listen to what he has to say, yeah? I think you guys need to talk in order to be able to move on." He explained. He was right, and she knew it. "I'll be here if you need me. All three of us will." He said pointing at the other two boys that stood to his side, surprisingly quiet. They nodded in agreement.

"All you have to do is scream, we'll go in and break him in half," Yesung said confidently, being nudged by Siwon. Heechul turned towards him, giving him a displeased look.

"Aish, you little-" Y/N interrupted him, clearing her throat and raising her brow. Heechul looked at her embarrassed, scratching his neck. They all stood in silence for a while. She sighed, moving to the side while holding the door open.

"Come in." She said, turning her back to them and walking inside. Heechul looked at the other three, who encouraged him. He turned to the door and stepped inside, being stopped by Yesung's voice.

"Hyung..." Heechul turned his head, looking at the man. "Please don't hurt her." He begged him. "If there is something I hate more than Hyukjae, it is seeing the ones I love suffering." He stated in a theatrical way, hand in his chest as if he was acting in one of his musicals. Eunhyuk looked at his hyung, offended by his words but didn't dare to open his mouth at such time.

"We'll be here hyung," Siwon stated, rolling his eyes at Yesung's behaviour. The eldest nodded and walked inside finding Y/N sitting on the couch, fidgeting with her fingers. When Y/N noticed his presence she stood up, placing a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Did Siwon make you come here?"

"No, I'm here because I wanted to come." He established, trying to make eye contact with her. "I think we need to have a serious conversation."

"Oh, now you do?" She sarcastically remarked. He never had time to talk when they were together at least not to talk to her. Every time she asked him for them to just sit and talk for a while, he always had something else to do or somewhere else to be. After two years and three months, the positions were inverted. The only thing that remained the same was that just like during the two years they were together she still wasn't able to tell him no. "Go on then."

"About that... I'm sorry. I know it's not easy for you to forgive me, I know that it's too late, but I want you to know if I could change some of the things that I did, I would." He stated and for the first time in three months, their eyes met. She could see the truth in his eyes. He stepped closer to her, making her step further away from him. "Are you ever gonna be able to forgive me? Maybe we could be friends?" He asked, unsure.

"How can you ask me this? You told me you didn't love me. Do you think it's easy for me to even be in the same room as someone who avoided and lied to me for as long as you did? If only you had been honest from the start..." She said resentfully.

"I never said that. Those words never left my mouth." He confidently stated.

"They didn't need to." She said, turning her back to him. She walked near to the window and stared outside. He looked at her small frame intently, feeling a weird sensation in his stomach. Was he getting sick? It must be guilt, he thought. Suddenly he missed their little moments, like when her hands ran through his hair and while he pretended to be asleep, it was the only time she dared to do that. She knew he hated it and didn't want to be screamed at for messing his precious hair. Or when she drew imaginary figures on his chest when they cuddled or just lied next to each other, so close he could feel the pleasant wooden scent coming from her. What the hell is happening to me? He wondered, shaking his head in order to get rid of his thoughts. Heechul slowly walked towards the woman and put his hand on her shoulder, making her turn to him, startled.

"How have you been? You know about..." He looked at her belly, unable to finish his sentence. She placed her hand there instinctively, letting it fall down right after.

"Oh... I-I've been coping... Or trying to, at least" She said looking down. She was still sensitive to the topic but she didn't want him to see her cry again. Heechul sighed, it hurt him too. It was his baby as well.

"How crazy would it have been to have a little one running around the place?" He asked, a small smile breaking through his lips at the thought. "He or she would've been loved like crazy." He knew his members, family and friends would've gone crazy over the new baby. But there wasn't a baby to go crazy over anymore.

"I didn't know how much I wanted this baby until I lost it... Knowing that I'll never be able to see his or her little face, that I'll never have a chance to hold our baby in my arms... It kills me." Her voice was wobbly from trying to hold back her tears as she confessed how she truly felt. "Were you ready to be a dad though?" She thought aloud. He hesitantly held her hand, knowing she'd most likely reject his touch. He was surprised when she didn't.

"Maybe I wasn't... But I could have learned. I know I'm a bastard most of the time, but it was my baby too... I would have been there and I would have learned. We would have done it together, me and you. Don't think it was your fault though. Life happens and we have to accept what it has in store for us." She couldn't hold back her tears anymore as she heard those words coming from his mouth. He pulled her towards him, embracing her small frame, arms remaining limp against the sides of her body. His heart skipped a beat as the familiar wooden scent filled his nostrils once again. He rested his chin on top of her head and closed his eyes. He felt his shirt getting wet and his heart sunk, knowing there was nothing he could do to stop her pain. He needed to be honest with her. It was the least he could do. Although he knew there was a chance of him hurting her even more, he also knew that if he didn't say everything he wanted to now, he probably wouldn't get another chance to do so. It was now or never. "About me not loving you..." He started, feeling her body tense against his own. Y/N pulled away from him slightly and looked him in the eyes, afraid of what would come. "You asked for my honesty, I owe you that. I don't think I know what love is. I don't' think I've ever actually loved someone. When Siwon and Sungmin talk about their girlfriends and how deeply in love they are, I can't understand what they mean because I've never felt that way. I don't think I ever loved you, but I liked you a lot. I still do. Even if it doesn't seem that way, you hold a very dear place in my heart. You've handled me and all the crap that being with me involves for two years. I'm not an easy person and I'm certainly not for everyone, but you were always by my side even if I didn't do the same for you. I appreciate it. When we met I remember I couldn't take my eyes off of you, we started dating that day. I think I just got used to your company, to being with you and I ended up making a big mess because our feelings were not the same." He admitted. Y/N moved away from his hold. "Even though things happened this way I would love if you could find it in your heart to forgive me. I would like for us to remain friends." He was expecting her to curse at him, hit him and kick him out from the house, but all she did was nod her head and smile softly, surprising him. She needed to hear those words from him. She needed to be set free.

"Thank you for being honest with me." She said politely, feeling truly thankful for his honesty. "I don't think it will be easy, but we can try to work on a friendship." She assured, looking him in the eye. He felt himself relax as her words reached his ears. Heechul smiled at her. They heard a noise come from the door, making both of their heads move towards the wooden surface. Her eyebrows furrowed as he rolled his eyes, almost sure of what it was. He walked to the door and opened it, making both Yesung and Hyukjae fall inside Dawon's apartment, proving his thoughts that the two had been trying to listen to their conversation to be true. Siwon gave them a disapproving look while Y/N giggled, looking at both men laying on the ground pretending nothing had happened.

"Oh, I missed you guys so much!" She smiled widely, finally feeling able to be herself again. She needed this conversation and for Heechul to be honest with her. She wouldn't regret saying yes to working on a friendship with her ex because cutting ties with him would most likely mean losing contact with his members as well, and she didn't want that. They brought her too much happiness and joy and she loved them too much to let that happen. Things would never be the same, Y/N was aware of that, but with their help, she would eventually be whole again.

She knew she would.

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❝ I am Yesung, your guardian angel. ❞

Plot: Yesung, where he is your guardian angel, you can see and hear him. You and he are in love with each other

Pairing: Yesung x Reader

Words count: 2,5k+

Genre: Comedy Fluff

For blogscarecrow , I hope you like it ^^

kyu.

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner!

‘Ahhhhh who the hell are you?!’ You shouted.

‘I am Ye-’

‘I don’t care who the fuck you are, just get out of my bedroom!’

‘You are thirteen right?’ The stranger asked and you nodded in response, ‘Then you shouldn't be using such words my dear.’

‘Then get the fuck out of my room and then maybe I will consider to turn over a new leaf.’ You said with an eye roll.

‘I don’t appreciate the sarcasm, Y/N.’ The strange man huffed.

‘H-how do you know my name?’ You asked, inching closer to your bedroom door.

‘I wouldn’t do that if I was you.’ He shrugged his shoulders.

‘And why not?’ You challenged.

‘Because you will run out, trip over a toy, and break your ankle.’

And that is exactly what happened when you tired to bolt from the black haired stranger that popped into your bedroom that night. When you awoke in the hospital the next morning and told your parents about the experience, they all said it was just a dream. You believed them for a second, before the same man walked into the room with a smug look on his face. He leant against the doorway with his hands crossed on his chest as you shouted and told everyone to look towards the door. Since they saw nothing, they feared you had gotten a concussion and needed your head examined for further injuries.

‘You should have listened.’ The man said in a sing song manner, walking in later that evening once everyone had left ‘Would have saved you all this trouble.’

‘Who the hell are you?!’ You seethed.

‘Will you allow me to answer without cutting me off?’ He asked, you nodded, ‘Perfect. I am Yesung, your guardian angel.

—

‘You have to study.’ An irritating voice sounded once again.

‘You are my guardian angel, not my conscious, Yesung.’ You rolled your eyes at the raven haired man before you.

You sat on your bed playing on your phone and having a conversation with someone. One would think it was normal, but then again it did look like you were talking to no one. No one? Strange right? But in a matter of fact, you weren't talking to yourself, but rather to a man that had been at your side since you were a teenager. At the age of thirteen you had been given Yesung, your guardian angel. He was someone who was their to protect you and keep you safe through anything, whether it be physical, mental or emotional.

He was there especially when your parents passed away when you were 18. He held you through the nights. Through all the nightmares you faced, all the tears and emotional days. He was now the only person you really had. Now at the age of 22 and at university, he was still a pain in your ass with his loving qualities.

‘I am talking to you, Y/N.’ He spoke once again, standing besides your bed.

‘And I am ignoring you.’ You looked at your phone, totally disregarding him.

Grabbing the phone from your hold, he pinned you to the bed, ‘I am still older then you, show some respect.’

Much like humans, angels aged as well but stopped at the age of 35. When Yesung was assigned to you, he was 24 and now at the age of 32, he was just three years away from his complete age. But to you, Yesung hadn't changed. Yeah, he had lost weight but his personality was the same as well as his charming self. He was yours for 8 years, but as you got older you wanted him to be yours. Yeah it was strange to love an angel but he was more then just that. He was like your best friend. Now you both lay on your bed with his body firmly pressed against yours and that stupid attractive face inches away from yours.

‘Y-yesung?’ You stuttered.

‘What?’

‘Y-you are crushing me.’

He looked down to see himself pressed against your body, ‘Crap ummmm sorry.’ He got off you quickly, straightening his clothing.

‘It’s okay.’ You sat up, seeing how flustered he had gotten and used this as a perfect time to tease him, ‘Did I get you that excited?’

‘NO!’ He replied quickly, ‘No I mean…ugh I have to go. Study!’

With that, he poofed into smoke. You laid back down on your bed and rammed your fists into the bed, ‘Well done Y/N!’

Yesung had poofed into back to the Arc. It was the headquarters for all angels, and a place he would go when moments like this had him slightly more excited then he should be. Sure he would come back to report to his superiors, but it was also his haven. Literally. Running his fingers through his hair, he pushed open the door towards the head angels office, who was also his friend and shoulder to lean on when this happened.

‘I was wondering when we would see you back,’ The dimpled angel smiled, ‘Has your human been keeping you that busy?’

‘She has a name, Leeteuk.’ Yesung plundered down on a cloud seat, ‘It’s Y/N’

‘What brings you back, my friend?’

‘Y/N…’

‘You seem to talk more about her then normal angels do,’ The elder took a seat on his desk and before his friend, ‘Do you maybe have feels for her?’

‘What? No way ! EW!’ He tried to defend but ended up failing miserably.

A hearty chuckle left Leeteuk’s lips, ‘You suck at lying, do you know that?’

‘I may have been reminded once or twice.’ He sighed.

‘If you like her, then tell her.’ He advised, ‘I see the way you look at her and trust me, it isn't one of simple friendship.’

‘I could never be with her, and you know that.’

‘That isn't true and you know that. There is rules that come with finding a mate that isn't an angel.’

‘She would never agree to those terms…’

‘SO YOU DO LIKE HER!’

A panic steamed across the younger’s face, ‘What? No! You are going mad you old duck!’

‘Yah!’ A sudden ringing went off on his watch, ‘I have to go, Kangin is going to get himself in trouble without me there to protect him.’

‘Yeah yeah go! Go protect your human.’ Yesung shooed him away

‘This isn't over!’ Leeteuk’s voice rang around as he poofed away.

Meanwhile on earth, you sat at your desk. You were looking blankly at your texts books, not because you didn't understand but because your heart was still racing from Yesung. Being in love with him was something you never imagined would happen. You let your head hit the desk as you groaned in annoyance but mostly pain. A knock came at the door and you grumbled for them to come in.

‘Why are you sleeping at your desk?’ The voice asked.

‘Because it is more comfortable, now what do you want, Kyuhyun?’ You snapped at the male.

‘Crabby much.’ He rolled his eyes, ‘Wanna play Starcraft with Changmin and I? He invited this guy called Heechul to play so we are one member short.’

‘And you think I want to play?’

‘Well you are my best friend, plus I haven't spent time with you for the past month. Do you have a new best friend…oooo or a boyfriend?’

Standing up, you grabbed him by the collar, ‘Let’s go.’

You and Kyuhyun had been friends since childhood. He was studying law and you were doing medicine. To many, he was bloody charming ,but to you, he was just bloody annoying. He was more of a brother, and that had been the thought for years not only because you had developed feelings for another person. Arriving at his room he shared with Changmin, you were greeted by another man.

‘Heechul hyung, Y/N, Y/N, Kim Heechul.’ Your best friend introduced.

‘Pleasure to meet you.’ You held out a hand.

‘Pleasure is all mine.’ A smile crossed his face.

You were placed on the end with Heechul next to you. He was a pretty good gamer and not so bad on the looks either. You all sat crossed legged on the floor as the game went. It had been a while since you had a good gaming night and it felt good before your worst nightmare poofed right behind the screen and a familiar voice rang through your head.

You meant to be studying!

There was a change of plans, plus where did you go? I could have fallen and broken something.

Again.

Shut up! I will meet you in the dorm,With that, the TV switched off, ‘What the hell?’

Changmin stood up and walked towards the box, ‘Everything is fried.’

‘How?’ Kyuhyun joined him, ‘I made sure everything was perfect and wouldn't short circuit!’

At that moment, you were ready to blow a gasket. Getting to your feet, you apologised and stated you had an emergency and went back to your room. Running towards the destination, you shouted Yesung’s name, knowing he was ignore you. Opening the door, you saw him lounging on your bed with a magazine in his hands.

‘Welcome back.’ He said as if nothing had happened.

‘How could you?!’ You shouted, ‘That was Kyuhyun’s TV you fried.’

‘Calm down, will ya.’ He looked at you over the magazine, ‘Ryeowook tells me he is loaded, his parents can get him another.’

‘Do you angels just gossip about your humans?’ You narrowed your eyes.

‘Sometimes, but he hasn't made himself known to Kyu so for all he knows, the little bugger thinks he just has good luck.’ Yesung shrugged his shoulders, ‘Now work!’

Not in the mood to fight, you just took a seat at the table. The angel was still positioned on your bed. Hours had passed and you wouldn't have noticed if it wasn't for the light snoring coming from your bed. Turning in your chair, you saw that your guardian angel was passed out. Looking at the time, you decided to turn in as well. Pushing him slightly against the wall, you slipped under the sheets with him. It wasn't the first time you shared a bed with him, but it was the first time he had draped an arm around you and pulled you closer.

‘Why’d you run off last night?’ Kyu asked.

‘I had to see someone.’ You pushed your lunch around your plate.

‘I knew it! You have a boyfriend, or someone you like!’ He poked you with his fork, ‘Who? That student councilman Siwon? Oooooh or the soccer captain Minho?’

Looking around, you saw Yeusng wasn't around, ‘No he is older.’

‘Older?’ Changmin asked with a crooked brow, ‘How much other?’

’10 years…’

‘WHAT?!’

‘But I have known him for 8 years!’ You defended, not aware that the person you were looking for was now right behind you, ‘He is a really nice guy. He has the most charming smile ever. His laugh would brighten up your day in an instant with a personality to match. His heart it in the right place and is always caring and looking out for me. His hands are so cute and small.’

‘And you know what they say about guys with small hands.’ Heechul chipped in as Yesung shot him a glare, not that he would be able to see it, ‘OUCH!’

‘Shut up,’ You scolded, ‘Next time I kick harder.’

‘If you like him, then tell him,’ Amber rolled her eyes at the boys, ‘I am sure he feels the same way.’

‘I don’t think so,’ You sighed, ‘I feel like it won’t work…’

With that, Yesung walked away before poofing. He was smiling. Lunch had finished and you had another lecture. Normally your guardian angel would be around to annoy you, but he wasn't anywhere. You tried to communicate telepathically, but nothing. Not really caring, you finished up the session and dragged yourself to the room. Opening the door, you slammed it close.

‘So you think I am charming, hmmm?’ A familiar voice had you screaming in fright.

‘What the fuck?’ You held your hand by your heart, as you saw him leaning against the wall next to the doorway ‘Don’t do that!’

‘Still haven't changed with your language,’ He chuckled, ‘So?’

‘So what?’ You threw your bag in the corner.

‘You like me?’

‘I am sure you are delusional.’

‘Oh please, I heard you during lunch.’ As those words left his mouth, your heart sank into the pits of your stomach. A smile creeped on his face, ‘I was standing behind you.’

You turned to face him, ‘Well ummmm I was lying. Just wanted to get them off my back.’

‘Really?’ He began walking toward you, ‘I would have thought it was genuine.’

‘Like I said, delusional.’ You gulped as you felt your back hit your cupboard, ‘You were probably hearing things.’

‘What if I agree?’

‘With being delusional?’

‘No you butt, with liking you.’ He leaned forward.

‘Well ummmm-’

You were cut off with the soft touch of his lips against yours. At that moment you swore you were flying. His approach was so soft that you couldn't help but kiss him back. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling your closer. Slowly your hands snaked around his neck, as if to close the none existent gap that was already there. Everything felt perfect at this moment, before you felt him push you away.

‘What?’ You asked him with concerned eyes.

‘I can’t do this….not to you.’ He stepped away.

‘Okay I may be new to this whole thing, but when one kisses someone else they normally don’t say that.’ You looked at him.

‘No no no,’ He held your face in his hands, ‘I am in love with you Y/N….but I can’t be.’

‘Why not?’ You whispered, ‘I love you too, Yesung.’

‘Really?’

‘For a while now, but why can’t you love me?’

‘Because humans and angles can’t be together.’ He confessed.

‘Why not?’ You asked.

‘Because I will stop ageing soon and you will continue,’ He explained, ‘You could always…no I can’t ask this.’

‘What?’ You stepped closer to him, ‘What can’t I do?’

He sighed, ‘You become a guardian angel as well….’ A silence fell at that moment. He was now looking at you and you at him. It felt as if it was for an hour, but in reality it was only a few seconds, ‘You don’t ha-’

‘I wanna do it.’ You cut him off.

‘Excuse me?’ He asked, needing a reassurance of your answer.

‘I wanna become an angel. Anything to be with you, Yesung. I love you and I have no family anyway. You are closest thing I have, and I will not have that disappear just because of one small detail.’

‘But Y/-’

‘Not buts…please Yesung. I know you love me, so please….let me do this.’

‘I just don’t want you to ruin your life.’ He said softly, holding your hands.

‘As long as I have you, I will be okay. Will you have me?’

‘Within a heartbeat sweetheart…’

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Sugar Daddy

scenario// they are your sugar daddy/mommy content// drabble + angst characters// Super Junior’s Leeteuk x Reader (First Person) [featuring Super Junior’s Ryeowook] word counter// 1.2k extra information// Y/N = Your Name

I knew that it was hard to maintain a relationship as an idol. That was why Jungsoo asked me in the first place. A few weeks previous, I was approached by a close friend of mine, Park Jungsoo. "Y/N" he had said, "I know you're low on money, and I am in need for some female company." At first, I thought that he was asking to pay me for sleeping and pleasuring him. He ended up correcting himself, though, stating that it was purely for a relationship without a proper commitment because of his busy schedule. From then on, we had been seeing each other in secret, keeping all relations private. Recently, I had been given a key to Jungsoo's apartment, as sometimes he wouldn't be home. It wasn't unusual for me to just turn up when he wasn't home and do a bit of cleaning or cook him a meal for when he gets home.

It was about six-thirty in the evening when I arrived at Jungsoo's place. He had told me that he wouldn't be home until around eight so I would bum around his apartment until he comes home. His place was open-planned, with everything coming from the living room and kitchen. Jungsoo had informed me that none of his members would be turning up out of the blue, or so he thought. I had placed my bags down on his couch before I headed into the kitchen. I knew of his favourite meal to have once he'd finished a busy schedule, so I decided that I'd make that for him for when he got home. First of all, I got all the needed side dishes ready before preparing the main meat meal. It didn't take long before the sound of a door unlocking was heard. Looking up at the clock next to the fridge, I read that the time read quarter-past-seven. Jungsoo wasn't meant to return until eight. Maybe he got off early? Something could have been cancelled. "Hyung?" A high-pitched, male voice called out from the living room. Shit. That voice was easily recognisable. I was told that nobody would turn up. Why on earth was Kim Ryeowook at his leader's house? Though, I was glad that it was him over his other members, as they knew how to spread rumours a lot faster than he did. "Are you cooking? You don't ever cook." The awareness must have hit him hard as he saw a female using his leader's kitchen. "Who are you?"

I was still freaking out when the short male entered the kitchen. What could I tell him? 'Oh yeah, your leader is paying me to keep him company?' It was true, though. Jungsoo was basically my sugar daddy. He purchased things that I wanted in exchange for cuddling in his arms whilst watching a movie or having someone to do baking with. The man was looking at me expectantly, wanting an answer rather than a blank expression. "Uh, I'm a close friend of Jungsoo," I spoke in false confidence, watching his expression alter. He seemed startled. Maybe he thought that I was robbing Jungsoo? "I was dropping off something for him and he told me that he'd be there soon, so he asked me to start on making a dinner for the two of us." Even I was stunned by the lie I told. It sounded rather believable, actually. "I'm Y/N, by the way." I held my clean hand out to shake his hand. It was rather awkward after that, so the next words that were spoken just dropped from my mouth. "Do you want to join us for dinner? We'll have plenty left over otherwise. Plus, I could use a hand in the kitchen." The male's smile seemed genuine as he accepted the request, asking about what we would be making.

The pair of us chatted away like nothing had ever bothered us when he turned up. We were both serving up the food into bowls when the door unlocked for the second time. I knew for a fact that it would be Jungsoo, as it was ten-past-eight. Even then, I seemed to forget our real relationship, as he stood before them, a very confused expression on his face. "Oh, hyung! I met Y/N and she invited me to have dinner with you guys." Jungsoo didn't seem to know how to conjure words, as he stared blankly at the woman he was paying before switching to his younger band member. I watched in awe as he shook the thoughts away and greeted Ryeowook with a smile.

"So you've met my girlfriend?" Both I and Ryeowook's eyes widen. That was the thing that the both were least expecting. Jungsoo ended up making intense eye contact with me as I shook her head furiously. How on earth will we sort this mess that we've gotten ourselves into? I had told Ryeowook that we're only friends, though Jungsoo had ended up saying they we are dating. In reality, we're in between. 'Tell him the truth,' I mouthed to my sugar daddy, bringing the three bowls to the table and setting them up tidily. "Take a seat." He offered the head of the table to his dongsaeng, whilst the two of us sat before each other. Once all three of us were seated, Jungsoo looked at Ryeowook, searching for consideration in his eyes. "You know how hard it is to balance work and relationships, right? Well, Y/N has been very considerate of me. I have offered to pay her and give her gifts in exchange for keeping me company. Much like a real relationship, but without all of those sentimental strings."

The whole time Jungsoo was talking, my eyes kept on Ryeowook, who seemed to be eating whilst listening. Once finishing his mouthful, he let out a loud cackle. "Is that what you were hiding? I thought you were secretly married or something." The laughter stopped after a while before looking at his leader. "This is a first from you, hyung. The other members pretty much all have done it once before." As he let it go lightly, both Jungsoo and I seemed relieved. The rest of the evening was filled with carefree conversation before Ryeowook had to go home because of an early morning schedule.

The pair of us ended up on the couch, just chatting to each other about how our days went, as it seemed to be rather hard to do so with Ryeowook there. "It felt right calling you my girlfriend." Jungsoo brought up. My eyes showed shock as I had to retake in what he had just told me. What context did that comment even have? Did it mean that he wanted to call me his girlfriend? "I think this whole paying you for a fake relationship is difficult," he breathed out as he gazed at my face, though, my eyes were already upon him. "I can still pay you if you'd like, but I think I'm developing feelings." My eyes only widened from there. Did I want him to act this way? I was perfectly fine with just being friends. Never did I think of Jungsoo in a way more than that.

Letting out a small sigh, my eyes shaking in nervousness. "I'm sorry," I mumbled, avoiding all eye contact with him.

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Working Birthday - Ryeowook

A/N: A special birthday post for Ryeowook <3

For a lot of people, working on their birthday would put a dampener on the day, but for Ryeowook, the whole day felt like one big party.

While Super Junior were getting in some last-minute rehearsals for the concert that night, you had arrived with a cake and some gifts. The Super Junior boys had given you anything they'd got for him too so you could bring everything to surprise him with.

His face lit up as you walked in and everyone stopped what they were doing to wish him a happy birthday. Once you'd put down the cake and bags you were carrying, he hugged you.

"This is perfect," he told you, "I'm so pleased you're here for my birthday."

"Me too," you grinned, "And I get to watch a Super Junior show!"

After a couple of hours relaxing together watching Ryeowook open all his presents, you were all now stood side of stage waiting for their concert to start. Leeteuk was half way through a pep talk, when you heard the crowd start singing happy birthday. You noticed Ryeowook's eyes grow wide as he became quickly distracted and pulled out your phone to quickly record his reaction. He was staring off in the direction of the stage with puppy eyes and a happy little pout on his lips.

As he turned and saw your phone pointed at him, he knew what you were doing. "This is so sweet," he said. "15 years and I never quite get used to all the love from ELF. Saranghae!" As he finished speaking he made a love heart with his hands and kisses with his lips.

When you lowered the phone, he spoke to you. "Can you send that to me? I want to share it and thank them."

"Of course I will."

"Ryeowook, you back with us? We're on stage in like 2 minutes," Leeteuk's voice interjected.

"Right, yes, I'm here," he said, turning back to the group, a smile still on his face as he prepared to go out and spend his birthday with his Ever Lasting Friends.

NAVIGATION  |  SUPER JUNIOR MASTERLIST

[justtextmeoppa]

❝ I tease her cause I love her.❞

Plot: You are Heechul’s girlfriend and are 20cm shorter than him. The other suju members always tease her & heechul will always defend her but the truth is he like to tease you too when nobody is around

Pairing: Heechul x Reader

Words count: 1.3k+

Genre: Fluffy

For anon, I hope you like it! 

-kyu.

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner!

‘How do you even reach things, Y/N?’ A member teased.

‘We should get you a ladder for your birthday.’ Another added.

‘Shut up, Kyu.’ You pouted, ‘It’s not my fault I am short.’

‘Then what?’ Kyuhyun asked with a raised brow.

‘Ahhhh genetics maybe?’ You look at him.

A heart chuckle left Cho Kyuhyun’s lips, ‘Nice try, Y/N, but I do know that both your parents are tall and so is your brother.’

‘Do I need to spray you with the hose again, Kyu?’ A voice cut in the conversation.

And as if it was on queue, in walked the love of your life. Kim Heechul always seemed to be at the right place at the right time. Your height was something that always got people teasing you. It honestly wasn't your fault and people generally tended to just look over it. But with a tall boyfriend like Heechul, people were bound to see the 20cm height difference.

‘Oppa!’ You yell, running into his arms.

‘Is my little kitten being harassed by our evil maknae?’ Heechul asked, cuddling you in a hug.

‘Gross.’ Kyuhyun rolled his eyes, ‘And I wasn't the only one teasing her. Leeteuk hyung is also here!’

‘Then I will spray you both with a hose!’ Heechul defended, ‘Stop teasing Y/N!’

‘Aish, you are no fun Heechul.’ Leeteuk grumbled to himself.

‘What’s that?’ Heechul held a hand to his ear, ‘Talking to yourself already Teukie? Jeez I thought we still had time before the old age set in.’

‘We are technically the same age!’ Leeteuk defended, ‘You are a few days younger then me.’

‘Physically yes, but your mentality is way in it 60’s.’ A cackle left the younger’s lips.

‘Aish, let’s go Kyu,’ Leeteuk tugged the younger, ‘You are lucky your prince in shining armour came to your rescue, Y/N.’

Closing the door, Heechul pulled out his tongue at them. Yeah his mental age was way in its adolescence but his childish qualities is what made him most lovable. You still had your arms around his waist as he used looked down at you with a sweet smile on his face before smirking and bending towards you.

‘Aigoo,’ He pretended to complain, ‘I will have back issues by the end of 35 because of you Jagi.’

And there we go,You roll your eyes and step away from his touch, ‘Then eat more vegetables.’

Truth of the matter is, as much as Heechul was your knight in shining armour, he was also your pain in the ass. He was quick to defend your honour but quicker to tease you back. The one thing that made you fall for Kim Heechul was his childish quality, a quality that he used a lot since the two of you had started dating, and what a long three years it has been so far.

‘I’m only teasing sprite,’ His affectionate nickname coming into play.

‘I hate that name and you know it.’ A pout on your lips.

‘But it’s adorable, like sprites are cute and tiny but just as sassy and devilish.’ He pointed out, ‘And you, my little jagi, are just as devilish as I am expect you play the innocent card way to often.’

‘I hate you.’ You felt his lips on yours.

‘I love you too, now lets go.’ He grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the cafeteria.

Grabbing the food you wanted, you both said thank you to the ladies who served your food before walking to the table were the rest of the Super Junior members sat. Leeteuk, Kyuhyun and Yesung sat on one side with Shindong and Sungmin on the other. Shifting down, they allowed some room for the both of you to join.

‘Should we find a table that allows your feet to touch the ground Y/N?’ Yesung held back a laugh.

‘Or maybe one that has a lower table?’ Kyuhyun chipped in.

‘No guys, stop,’ Leeteuk ended the banter to your surprise, ‘We should have eaten at a place that allowed kids to eat free.’

‘Yah!’ A spoon went flying across the table, ‘My girlfriend is not a child.’

‘Her height could beg to differ.’ Kyuhuyn snickered.

‘I will punch you maknae.’ Heechul’s eyes narrowed.

‘Like you could ever.’ Kyuhyun challenged as the elder stood up and rolled up his none existent sleeves.

‘Stop,’ You pulled Heechul back down, ‘He has a point Chullie.’

The other members chuckled, ‘You are lucky she saved your ass now, Kyuhyun, next time you might not be so lucky.’

‘Sure,’ He rolled his eyes before Heechul pointed his chopsticks at them.

‘Now leave, my beaut and I would like to dine alone.’

‘But-’

‘Get going!’

Just shaking their heads, the other stood up and left. They had all finished their food anyway so it was only logical to leave. Alone at the table, you wanted a serviette that was on the end of the table. One would be able to reach for it in a jiffy, but you weren't like everyone else. You didn't wanna reach cause you knew Heechul would start his teasing again.

‘I know you need the serviette.’ Heechul cut your thought, ‘Would you like one my little sprite?’

‘Would you stop call me that?’

‘Nope.’

Not winning this argument, you allowed Heechul to grab it for you and lovingly wipe the side of your mouth. Bending down, he placed a kiss on your forehead. Heechul was an asshole at times, but loving just as much. Finishing up, the both of you walked to the studio but you lingered slightly back cause you had gotten a phone call.

‘Where is Y/N?’ Sungmin asked.

‘Probably still coming, you know her short legs can’t keep up with us taller people.’ Shindong said.

‘She is actually on her phone.’ Heechul pointed out, ‘Stop with the teasing, it’s getting old now, we have been together long enough for the short jokes to run out.’

‘Short jokes will never run out, we do it with Ryeowook all the time and its been more then 10 years.’ Leeteuk explained. ‘Plus, don’t act all innocent, we know you tease her as well.

‘I tease her cause I love her.’ Heechul defended as you stopped by the doorway and listened in,

‘And we love her as well.’ Kyuhyun stood next to Leeteuk, ‘And before you kill us, we love here in a brotherly manner.’

Your heart grew ten times in size. You loved the boys and treasured them very much. The teasing did use to get irritating but you figured it was how they showed love. Truth be the matter, you never had brothers so they fitted the roll quiet well. Smiling, you walked in and wrapped your arms around Heechul’s waist.

‘WAAAA THERE IS A LITTLE CHILD HERE!’ Yesung pointed at Heechul.

‘Ha-ha-ha, very funny,’ Sarcasm laced in your voice, releasing Heechul and standing where they can all see you.

‘Y/N! Where are you !?’ Shindong pretended to look on his eye level before getting a death stare from Heechul, ‘Okay okay I will stop.’

‘I heard what you guys said.’ You admit. ‘I love you all as well and if that is how you show your love then I will not ask you to stop. But there is one thing I have to ask from Heechul.’

‘And that is?’

‘STOP CALLING ME SPRITE!’