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YeWook story...	By : YeWook Category: J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop > Super Junior Views: 1697 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Super Junior. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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Disclaimer: Don’t own, wish I did though
Author’s Note: co-written with a friend of mine through Gaia PMs. We originally started this to bash RyeoWook, and ended up treating him somewhat nicely by the end of it.
Authoress 1 is her. Authoress 2 is me.
Please forgive spelling mistakes, etc.

PLEASE R&R! I know you've been reading it! xD *pounces hits*

Authoress 1: I don’t really mind….. I think I’d prefer a different coupling, but I don’t know which one…..
Authoress 2: o.o JUCHUN. Let’s do JuChun.
Authoress 1: That might be difficult to do with a plot.
Authoress 2: ….. rofl~
Authoress 2: Then how about…. KiKi?
Authoress 1: I could…. Also Kazupi + Jin, TegoMass, SungSung, KyuMin, and possibly (just for how funny I would make it) YehWook (I’d be Chewbacca)
Authoress 2: I’m up for SungSung or (just cause I can’t help but be curious), YehBacca. Or KyuMin….. *sobs* It will happen again! And soon! >.< TegoMass might be fun too though… More so up for YeSung though…
Authoress 1: SungSung or YeBacca….. But I warn you of Chewbacca’s complete destruction. No one will ever be able to redeem him. So your choice… Would like to lose RyeoWook forever?
Authoress 2: I don’t think I’d ever like him enough to RP him, so it’d be fine to give him a complete destruction. (As long as he never found this… Apparently, he speaks pretty good English… *imagines RyeoWook reading any fic we made with him* rofl~* )
I really wanna see it, so lets do YeWook… *evil*
Authoress 1: Fine by me, its his funeral……*puts on black dress and cracks fingers* Let’s do this! (Now that “O” is stuck in my head)
Authoress 2: lol~
~Story format~

YeSung sighed, it was late in the morning, and he figured pretty much everyone had gone off to their individual activities (besides LeeTeuk and KyuHyun, who were still in the hospital). He had a radio show, but that wouldn’t start until about six or seven o’ clock. He looked at the clock, it wasn’t even noon yet. He sat down on the couch, it was silent, most likely meaning HeeChul and HanKyung weren’t there, also meaning he was the ultimate hyung right now. Relaxing at the thought that no one, or at least very few people, were around.
RyeoWook stood in front of his bathroom mirror staring at his face. “Why do people find me so hideous?” he asked himself. “I think I’m pretty decent…. Better than some here… HanKyung may be fit but he’s not all that attractive…”
“He’s better than you.” ShiWon put in from the door.
“That’s only because you’re banging him.”
“Well not exactly…”
“You mean he’s on top!?” “
“No, no… we just….you know….never mind” ShiWon left the bathroom flustered. RyeoWook grinned and looked into the mirror again, “Note to self, don’t do that.” he said while clutching his chest after being scared by his own grinning reflection.
YeSung heard noise in the upstairs bathroom, but didn’t want to get up. From the sound of the voices, it was RyeoWook and someone with a lower voice, probably ShiWon or KangIn. ShiWon walked into the living room, a little surprised to see the limp (more so lazy) YeSung on the couch. “Please don’t tell me you just woke up, hyung…” YeSung nodded slowly, signifying he did. ShiWon sighed and went back upstairs.
RyeoWook came out of the bathroom and went into his room to get changed. He looked around the room and it felt empty. It was weird now that KyuHyun was gone. It was bad for obvious reasons but it was also good. He, one of the youngest, had his own room and SungMin spent most of his time at the hospital. SungMin wanted to get to his Hyunnie as quickly as possible so he wouldn’t dare use a slow car like RyeoWook’s corvette. RyeoWook looked out the window at his baby nodding at it reassuringly.
YeSung managed to get himself off the couch, he had spent four hours longer at the radio station then he meant to collecting gifts from fans for KyuHyun, and then spent another two hours giving the gifts to KyuHyun. Despite all the delays, he had still managed to be in bed before one am. He looked into RyeoWook’s room, the other one not sharing a room, since, to him, SungMin was never there. “What’s up?” He asked RyeoWook, scanning the room. It was rather clean for two young men to be sharing the room, but he knew from his days of sharing a room with RyeoWook that the younger boy was quite a neat freak.
RyeoWook looked up from the bed to see who had just entered his room. Seeing YeSung he stuffed the magazine he had been reading under his mattress. “Nothing, how about you?” he asked, shifting himself over the newly hidden magazine, trying to look natural. YeSung raised an eyebrow, RyeoWook’s behavior was… odd. He grinned and, before RyeoWook could do anything, grabbed the magazine.
“What is it?” YeSung asked.
“Nothing hyung. Give it back!” RyeoWook pleaded, now on his feet trying to reach over YeSung’s head. “Hyung!” RyeoWook said giving YeSung puppy dog eyes. YeSung grinned, he hadn’t had this much fun in a while. “Jump for it.” He teased. He glanced up at it, only to be taken aback. “What the hell is this?” He asked, not bringing his hand down. RyeoWook used the bed as a step stool and leapt towards YeSung, grabbing the magazine as he fell. He grunted as he landed face flat on the ground, the magazine tucked safely beneath him. YeSung stifled a laugh. “What are you hiding that for? The way shoved it under your mattress, I thought it might’ve been a different magazine…” He hinted with a wink. He crossed his arms, “besides, did you really have to jump for it?” He asked. A grin never left his face. “Shut up! It’s none of your business what magazines I read. Stop grinning like that, it’s really out of character for you…” YeSung’s smile faded. “Out of character?” he sighed, “so then you’re saying I can’t have any fun without SungMin around and sugar involved?” He asked, faking insulted. He sighed and turned around, “fine then, since LeeTeuk hyung isn’t around, I think I’ll go play with knives in the kitchen.” He said as depressingly as possible. ‘I want toast for breakfa-lunch.’ He thought to himself, mentally smiling to himself as he knew anyone would think he’d probably grab a huge butcher knife and go about cutting off his arm, not make toast. He sighed again and glanced back at RyeoWook, just to see his reaction to this. “You want toast again don’t you? I know you to well…You should know I won’t freak out about that. I know it’s the times you don’t talk about that I should worry about.” YeSung grinned at him sarcastically. “You’re the only one who knows me that well…” He sighed, standing in the doorway of RyeoWook’s room. He sighed. “It’s kinda nice, y’know?” He stopped himself before he got too sappy, and in fact grimaced at his lame words. Randomly, he asked, “Who do you like?”
“Excuse me? I don’t understand the question.” YeSung sighed and went over to RyeoWook, getting close to his face. “Who do you love?” He asked again, this time making it more understandable. RyeoWook, shocked from the sudden closeness to another person, stuttered, “I-I don’t know. I haven’t thought about it…Why?” YeSung grinned, he was feeling playful. He teased RyeoWook with a small kiss, gently biting his band mate’s lips before pulling away. “Just… curious.” He whispered to RyeoWook in a low voice (not quite YooChun quality, but pretty damn close I’d imagine.)
RyeoWook jumped back from YeSung. “Are you drunk?! Last time this happened you were half drunk.” RyeoWook drew his knees up to his chest and scooted to the furthest corner of the bed, away from YeSung. (Note: he’s retarded…cornering himself like that). YeSung grinned, ‘young, naïve RyeoWook.’ he thought, cornering the younger boy. “I’m not drunk.” He made sure not slur his words so that RyeoWook might actually believe him. “I just woke up.” He got closer, putting his arms on either side of RyeoWook so he couldn’t go anywhere. “See my pajamas still on?” He asked, glancing at his red and blue pajamas. His mind partly wondered what he was doing, he usually made sure people knew he was “half drunk” when they mention the last time. He was just in a good mood today. He kissed RyeoWook, this time rougher, but not yet trying to get his tongue in the younger’s mouth. RyeoWook struggled against the stronger man’s mouth. He tried to push him back but he was to strong.
(Authoress 1: NO! I’m getting attached to him…. I’m fighting doing good things for RyeoWook. NOOOOOOOOOOO! I’m getting used to him. It’s the end of the world NOOOOOOO!). (Authoress 2: He’s attachable. O.o… *attaches him to an email* ….)
YeSung grinned, despite the fact that RyeoWook was physically weaker, he knew the smaller boy was weakening mentally and sexually as well. Through RyeoWook’s pants, he grabbed his manhood, forcing his way into RyeoWook’s mouth as well. RyeoWook tensed and froze up in the corner. Why was YeSung doing this to him? He knew he was sensitive. He knew he didn’t handle rejection well. “YeSung….” RyeoWook said prying his hand away from his shaft and pushing him away, “Don’t do this. You know I’m not that strong…” he said looking away shamefully.
“I know.” YeSung said, gently pulling his face to look him in the eye. YeSung pulled RyeoWook into a comfort hug before going any further, “I…” He paused, what he was about to say wouldn’t help RyeoWook’s low self-esteem. He muttered a “don’t worry” before kissing RyeoWook again, going back to his more gentle, passionate kiss.
RyeoWook returned the kiss gently, unsure of himself and YeSung‘s intents. ‘I’ve been used for sex by people before. Including YeSung… I don’t want to be hurt again. I don’t want to be used again.’ YeSung pushed his tongue into RyeoWook’s mouth, then let his hands make their way up RyeoWook’s shirt, until he found the younger ones nipples. YeSung massaged RyeoWook’s chest as he tried to get more passionate with him. ‘Don’t worry,’ he wanted to say, ‘this is true…’ his mind did a double take; last he knew, RyeoWook was just a toy to him… a friend at times, but mainly a cuddle buddy. He pulled off RyeoWook’s shirt earnestly, but then pulled back with a frown. “You haven’t been eating recently have you?” He asked, but he never took his arms off the puny boy. “Don’t tease me, I’m just doing what SM said to. You think I want to be this skinny?” he asked, wriggling away from YeSung’s touch, he hated lying to YeSung.
“What am I to you?” YeSung cocked his head to the side (cutely, because he can do things like that), “what do you mean?” He asked, still being cute. YeSung grabbed RyeoWook around the waist, and held him in an embrace, inching his way more onto the bed. “When you think of me, how do you see me? A friend? What? Give me some sort of clue or sign, I need to know.” YeSung ceased his inching and looked at him.
“And if I told you I don’t know?” He questioned, then proceeded to getting RyeoWook out of the corner (he never expected it to be so difficult when he actually didn’t want to stay in one), he started nipping at his neck, but his mind consciously reprimanded his hands from going lower than RyeoWook’s waist until the talk was over. Pushing YeSung away, “I need to know.” his eyes pleaded with him. YeSung sighed, letting his head drop. This wasn’t going to be as easy as it used to be, RyeoWook was being a bit pessimistic about this.
“I’m not quite sure, my heart and body are saying two different things.” He muttered, playing with his pajama sleeve. He knew if he mentioned love anytime soon after that, RyeoWook would think he was playing with him, and he wished he could take back the words he had uttered. He concentrated on a scratch he had gotten on his finger for a few minutes, then looked back up at RyeoWook. “love… maybe.” he said simply, resuming his devouring of RyeoWook’s neckline (which makes him sound like a vampire… o.O;; ).
RyeoWook hated himself for listening to the “L” word. Love is a word tossed about all to commonly in the Suju house, he knew he was setting himself up for heartbreak, but he simply wished. Wished he was dreaming, wished he would wake up and see that he was not being betrayed by YeSung again. He wished he wasn’t dreaming, he was so in love with YeSung. He longed to be close to him, longed to have him inside him again. RyeoWook simply gave up. He listened to his body which longed for this long overdue sexual release. YeSung felt RyeoWook stop resisting, and pulled back to look at him quizzically, but his expression quickly change to one of understanding. “You don’t believe me?” He asked with a slight frown. His heart hurt from the disbelief of his long-time “lover”, but the rest of him really didn’t care, as in the past, RyeoWook’s body was his now. He moved his hand up and down RyeoWook’s chest, not doing more in case the younger member decided to actually respond to his question.
RyeoWook moaned as he allowed himself to enjoy the older member’s experienced hands running along his chest. He knew being vocal turned YeSung on and he wanted him to enjoy this as well. YeSung felt a pang of guilt as he realized he’d get no response from RyeoWook about his question, it was his fault, really, that RyeoWook had such distrust of the “L” word in the first place. He sighed, his body was into it, but his mind was elsewhere this time. If his counselor from the end of his high school years were around, YeSung knew he’d be told that he had to stop blaming other people’s “problems” on himself in order to stop cutting, but this time, it really was his fault. Meanwhile, his hands were now closer to RyeoWook’s waist, and he quickly undid the clothes RyeoWook had only recently put on. As his hands were undoing the younger’s pants, his mouth was at RyeoWook’s waist, and he was placing gentle (yet tormenting) kisses on RyeoWook’s hip bones. RyeoWook sighed in pleasure but for some reason he couldn’t stop the tears. He started silently crying, his body may have agreed but his heart wanted no part in this. Sobs shook his body but were easily mistaken for shivers or shudders of pleasure. He tangled his right hand in YeSung’s hair and pushed him further down his body, making sure he couldn’t look up and see the tears streaming from his eyes.
YeSung felt bad. He could tell RyeoWook was not enjoying this in his mind, and as RyeoWook pushed him down to his now bare pelvic area, he sighed, but his body was too into it now, and he couldn’t bring himself to stop. He licked the tip of RyeoWook’s penis, knowing what he liked, but still feeling bad. He glanced up at the younger man, not at all shocked to see tears. He brought a hand up to RyeoWook’s face.
“What is it?” He asked him, massaging RyeoWook close to his manhood, but not enough to distract him. He wanted RyeoWook to participate in this too… He was still clothed, and he wasn’t going to take off his pajamas himself; but he also found himself wanting a rare thing from his band mate-love.
“Nothing,” he replied, quickly wiping the tears from his face. “It’s alright. I want more.” RyeoWook forced himself out of the corner and pushed himself on YeSung. He kissed his older band mate and opened his mouth, inviting YeSung’s tongue in. He grabbed YeSung’s hardening shaft through the fabric of his pajamas and grinned against his mouth when he felt the shaft grow at his touch. YeSung gasped in utter enjoyment. He gave RyeoWook a hard kiss, hungrily exploring RyeoWook’s mouth he leaned into RyeoWook, suddenly unsure of who was leading this. He grabbed onto RyeoWook in return for his pleasures, besides, he wanted to get the upper hand again. He rolled over and propped himself up so he wouldn’t crush RyeoWook, then continued his kisses back down to RyeoWook’s shaft, giving it kisses and licks. He wanted out of his pajamas. RyeoWook gasped at the sudden changes, his finger tangled in YeSung’s hair as his penis was given all the pleasures it desired. RyeoWook clutched at YeSung’s pajama top, trying to get it off, he got it off most of the way but had to stop short of pulling it off his band mate’s head. “You…have…to…stop” RyeoWook managed to get out between pants of pleasure. YeSung grinned, but stopped nonetheless, letting RyeoWook take off his top all the way. Teasing him, he pinched RyeoWook’s tip, letting RyeoWook deal with his shirt as he pleased. YeSung paused again though, waiting to see if RyeoWook would go for the pants as well.
RyeoWook kissed the older man. He leaned over and brought himself level to his pant line. He looked up at YeSung questioningly and used his index finger to outline YeSung through his pajamas. He pressed a hard kiss to the bulge and smiled up at YeSung. YeSung moaned, RyeoWook always teased him, but he loved it. “take it off.” he demanded hungrily. He wanted to really start enjoying this. RyeoWook ignored his hyung's command and continued to kiss his growing bulge. "You gotten bigger since last time... It's gonna be a tight fit." He pointed out. YeSung grinned. "I know... Can you handle it?" He teased.
"Well, the bigger you get, the tighter I am... Can you handle the pressure? How long do you think you'll last?" RyeoWook asked seductively. YeSung grinned, RyeoWook always found some way to get back at his teasing comments (or he would just ignore them). "I'll last longer than you." He challenged. "We'll see," he said, kissing his hyung and exploring his mouth with his tongue. His hand stroking his hard member through the rough cloth of his pajamas. YeSung sighed, how long was this going to last? 'Do something already!' He wanted to tell the younger singer. RyeoWook straddled the older singer and kissed his way down his neck. He kissed his bare chest and let his hands run over his muscles. He let his nails catch slightly on his hard nipples and grinned. YeSung moaned in pleasure, already enjoying the little extra RyeoWook gave him. He pulled up RyeoWook's head and gave him a hard kiss, asking him silently for more. RyeoWook held YeSung's arms over his head and kissed him passionately.
"I have a drama now guys, so I'll...see...you...I'm just gonna go now." Siwon said since he had opened to door to tell the two this, obviously he was previously unaware of the action going on in the room. YeSung lowered his head in embarrassment, but did nothing to get RyeoWook off him. "Bye." he called out before hearing Shiwon go down the stairs in a rush. He looked at RyeoWook, and gently pushed him off before getting up to lock the door. "No one else should be coming, but, just in case..." He told his lover. RyeoWook shook his head and cuddled back into the corner, ashamed... "Maybe we shouldn't..." he started, his doubt resurfacing. YeSung looked at him, astonished. "You can't be doubting this now, can you?" He asked incredulously. He went to RyeoWook's corner and cuddled into his form, giving him a kiss. "Why so shy all of the sudden?" He asked seductively. "YeSung.... someone else could be in the house..." he shied away from YeSung and moved from the bed, reaching for his pants. YeSung sighed, then asked, "What is it? Why are you suddenly doubting this?" "Because!" RyeoWook's voice began to raise, "You still haven't told me how you fell about me! I don't want to be used! Do you love me?"
YeSung said nothing as he stood up and held on tightly to RyeoWook. "I do love you." He said, but his voice betrayed him, and it sounded like he just wanted this finished. He winced, then grabbed on tighter to RyeoWook, 'I can't let him go...' He thought to himself. RyeoWook tensed at the forced phrase.... "I can't," he said jerking himself away from YeSung "Not when you don't mean it.... I can't do that to myself... Not again..." his voice trailed off into a whisper. YeSung kissed the top of his head. "I do mean it... My-" He paused, holding on to RyeoWook was getting more difficult. "My voice betrayed me for a second..." RyeoWook shook his head to make sure he would stay in reality and not let YeSung take him again. He reached down and grabbed his pants, "No, YeSung... Not this time," He said pulling on his pants. YeSung let out a breath. "RyeoWook..." He called helplessly. He knew it wasn't RyeoWook's fault for so much distrust, no one really appreciated the younger singer being in the band, and no one would dare tell him they loved him. Except for YeSung, who told it to him when they were in high school, and YeSung just wanted someone. "...I mean it this time." He finished finally. RyeoWook stopped at the door, hearing the pain in YeSung's voice. He dropped to his knees at the door and leaned against it's frame. "Why! Why do you mean it?" YeSung was surprised by RyeoWook's sudden outburst. "I-" He didn't know where to start, RyeoWook's question surprised him.
RyeoWook remained on his knees at the door, he put his head on the closed door, "I'm waiting," he said, letting whatever courage hew had left in him build up. YeSung knew he was helpless now... He tugged on his sleeve and leaned against the wall. "I... don't know." He replied hopelessly. "I can't answer you... it's just... a feeling I have." He tried to explain. RyeoWook got up, still not satisfied with the answer. "Well when you get things cleared up, come and find me.." he said walking out the door and letting it fall shut behind him. YeSung slid down the wall until he hit the floor. Of course he knew... if he wanted it that much, he should've told RyeoWook long ago how he felt. He bit his lip, did he really know how he felt about the younger singer?
RyeoWook went downstairs and sat on the couch, he turned on the TV and bathed in the fact that his had control of the remote, "No Hyungs around," he whispered to himself.
YeSung stood up before he could become any more emo. He'd just have to prove to RyeoWook (and himself) how he really felt about the younger member. He peeked into the living room and noticed that the aforementioned member was on the couch happily watching what he wanted to watch. Since this was such a rare phenomenon (a hyung would usually take it from him), YeSung just sat on the side couch and let RyeoWook watch what he wanted. RyeoWook glanced over at YeSung as he sat down on the couch. Since he made no move to take the remote from him he let himself relax a little more on the couch, 'As long as he makes no advances on me...It's ok' he thought to himself.
YeSung had it all planned out, ironically thanks to SungMin. KyuHyun, when he was around, would always get privileges thanks to SungMin’s upper hand on the younger ones. But RyeoWook, who always hoped YeSung would help him, always ended up doing the job/chore/whatever. From now on, YeSung would help him, and it would end up being... well, no one really bothered with the younger ones after RyeoWook and KyuHyun, so it'd probably end up going to DongHae, EunHyuk, or, at the worst, KangIn. 'This might actually be humorous to watch...' He thought with a small grin.
HeeChul came back from his drama and actually decided to stay away from the Shinhwa house. He glanced at the couch and saw the YeWook and grinned. He sat between the two of them and plucked the remote from RyeoWook's hand. "Let's see what's on," he said. YeSung sighed and lowered his head. Go figure the *one* hyung older than both of them at this moment would decide to peel himself away from his boyfriend's house just to sit down and watch TV. He looked at HeeChul miserably, 'torture...' he thought to HeeChul with a twisted grin on his face (but he was still looking down, so it wasn't too noticeable), 'You're trying to torture me... because you have a fuck buddy and I have to work to get mine.' He thought. He wished he had the nerve to say it out loud to HeeChul. HeeChul glanced slyly at YeSung, "You got something to say to me?" he asked puffing out his chest, trying to make himself intimidating. YeSung stood up, (proving he's better and stronger than HeeChul ) muttering a "no" as he went into his room and gently shut the door behind him. He lay down on his bed and closed his eyes, knowing he wouldn't sleep.
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