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my arms make you whole
my arms make you whole
Yewook
PG-13, fluff
Ryeowook loves Yesung’s arms
Inspired by all the ~lovely~ photos that![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thundersquall is posting at ![[info]](https://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif)
yewookaday. Especially this, this, and this. But really all of them.
Ryeowook loves Yesung’s arms.
Ryeowook can be sick, choking on his own mucus, nose swollen to twice it’s size, abdomen sore from coughing, and Yesung will wrap an arm around his shoulder and Ryeowook will forget. Just for a second, he’ll be high as a kite, Yesung the string that holds him to the ground, and they’ll soar, the two of them, germ free.
Ryeowook can be singing on stage, wig threatening to fall off, stage lights blinding him, cheeks aching with each smile, and Yesung will wrap an arm around his shoulder and Ryeowook will suddenly be able to sing better. He’ll toss a hand up in the air and laugh, heart swelling with the feel of his bandmates and ELF and Yesung pressed up against him.
Ryeowook can be drunk, falling over Kyuhyun as they celebrate their award, licking a bead of soju from his lip that didn’t quite make it into his mouth, giving in to his desire to touch, and Yesung will reach out and pull him close. For those moments, when Yesung tucks him into an embrace and squeezes, Ryeowook can pretend that they are the only two people in the whole world.
Ryeowook can be aching inside, hurting for the members that aren’t there, walking by himself as he tries to find a body to lean on, dancing even though he doesn’t really want to, and Yesung will shoot an arm out and pull Ryeowook into a hug that makes it all okay. Ryeowook is able to smile and laugh and press a almost-not-real kiss to Yesung’s neck because he doesn’t have the words to say thank you.
Ryeowook can be exhausted, too tired to bother with the remnants of makeup, shaking as he tries to peel away his sweaty clothes, barely aware of his surroundings and Yesung will loop an arm around his waist and pull him onto the bed. It doesn’t take long for Ryeowook to fall asleep, lulled by the rise and fall of Yesung’s chest and the not-so-subtle hand that draws out circles on his back.
Ryeowook can be aroused, staring at Yesung as his muscles ripple underneath his shirt, admiring the way Yesung’s pants hang off his ass as he bends to pick something up off the floor, kissing Yesung’s mouth just to shut him up because no one really cares that his turtle may be depressed, and Yesung will slide his arms around Ryeowook’s middle, slowly. Ryeowook likes to grip Yesung’s arms as Yesung presses them both into the mattress, whispering, fingering, pushing dirty things into Ryeowook’s mouth.
Ryeowook is in love when Yesung smiles at him from across the stage, when Yesung sits next to him in interviews, when Yesung teases him about his cleaning, when Yesung sings with him in practice, when Yesung fails with him in dance.
Ryeowook thinks that maybe it’s not Yesung’s arms that he loves, but Yesung himself.
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So I have so much other writing that needs to get done but this just...popped out of me. :/ Shortest thing I've ever written o_0
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Yewook
PG-13, fluff
Ryeowook loves Yesung’s arms
Inspired by all the ~lovely~ photos that
thundersquall is posting at yewookaday. Especially this, this, and this. But really all of them.Ryeowook loves Yesung’s arms.
Ryeowook can be sick, choking on his own mucus, nose swollen to twice it’s size, abdomen sore from coughing, and Yesung will wrap an arm around his shoulder and Ryeowook will forget. Just for a second, he’ll be high as a kite, Yesung the string that holds him to the ground, and they’ll soar, the two of them, germ free.
Ryeowook can be singing on stage, wig threatening to fall off, stage lights blinding him, cheeks aching with each smile, and Yesung will wrap an arm around his shoulder and Ryeowook will suddenly be able to sing better. He’ll toss a hand up in the air and laugh, heart swelling with the feel of his bandmates and ELF and Yesung pressed up against him.
Ryeowook can be drunk, falling over Kyuhyun as they celebrate their award, licking a bead of soju from his lip that didn’t quite make it into his mouth, giving in to his desire to touch, and Yesung will reach out and pull him close. For those moments, when Yesung tucks him into an embrace and squeezes, Ryeowook can pretend that they are the only two people in the whole world.
Ryeowook can be aching inside, hurting for the members that aren’t there, walking by himself as he tries to find a body to lean on, dancing even though he doesn’t really want to, and Yesung will shoot an arm out and pull Ryeowook into a hug that makes it all okay. Ryeowook is able to smile and laugh and press a almost-not-real kiss to Yesung’s neck because he doesn’t have the words to say thank you.
Ryeowook can be exhausted, too tired to bother with the remnants of makeup, shaking as he tries to peel away his sweaty clothes, barely aware of his surroundings and Yesung will loop an arm around his waist and pull him onto the bed. It doesn’t take long for Ryeowook to fall asleep, lulled by the rise and fall of Yesung’s chest and the not-so-subtle hand that draws out circles on his back.
Ryeowook can be aroused, staring at Yesung as his muscles ripple underneath his shirt, admiring the way Yesung’s pants hang off his ass as he bends to pick something up off the floor, kissing Yesung’s mouth just to shut him up because no one really cares that his turtle may be depressed, and Yesung will slide his arms around Ryeowook’s middle, slowly. Ryeowook likes to grip Yesung’s arms as Yesung presses them both into the mattress, whispering, fingering, pushing dirty things into Ryeowook’s mouth.
Ryeowook is in love when Yesung smiles at him from across the stage, when Yesung sits next to him in interviews, when Yesung teases him about his cleaning, when Yesung sings with him in practice, when Yesung fails with him in dance.
Ryeowook thinks that maybe it’s not Yesung’s arms that he loves, but Yesung himself.
*
So I have so much other writing that needs to get done but this just...popped out of me. :/ Shortest thing I've ever written o_0
.