[Super Junior] YeWook & MinRy Christmas requests, NC-17 & PG

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Apparently being on break means nothing to me, only that I continue writing like a crazy person. Oh, and I maintain my "no panicking" policy re: all the Geng drama. Keeping the faith!

{02/12} CHRISTMAS REQUESTS
for thundersquall ♥

5 Times Yesung Gave In To Ryeowook + 1 Time He Didn't
Super Junior, Yesung/Ryeowook, NC-17, 1465 words
In which Yesung discovers the benefits of giving in to Ryeowook.

(1)
Today, they made twelve. In Jongwoon's opinion, they had crossed the line when they went past seven, but there was nothing he could do about it, was there? He didn't make the calls in this business. They were lucky to be debuting as it was. The new boy looked painfully young, fresh-faced and wide-eyed, unbearably quiet and shy as he bowed and introduced himself.

Kim Ryeowook. Jongwoon might have seen him around before in the halls but someone like that wouldn't have made a lasting impression. He wondered skeptically how the new kid would make a place for himself in a group of twelve. It would be next to impossible to stand out next to sweet talkers like Jungsu and Youngwoon and Heechul, who charmed the camera every time they were in front of one.

The whole group went out to dinner together, in an effort to get them to bond. Jongwoon wrapped his arms around Donghae as the younger boy bounced in place, excited at the chance for bulgogi. "Sit next to me," he demanded and Donghae sparkled at him, energetic as always. Now there was a kid who would have no problems standing out.

But when they piled into the vans, Heechul dragged Donghae to the back with him, and Jongwoon was left sitting next to Ryeowook. They eyed each other warily. Jongwoon weighed the pros and cons of squeezing into the back and having to deal with Heechul against a twenty-minute ride next to the newest addition. He started when Ryeowook put a hand on his arm.

"H-hyung, I'd like to get to know you better," said Ryeowook. His voice was quiet but his expression was determined. "I'd appreciate any advice, if you'd give it."

Jongwoon sank back into his seat, curious despite himself. "All right," he said, and spent the rest of the night getting to know Kim Ryeowook.


(2)
"I don't want you to leave."

The words were whispered against Ryeowook's ear, startlingly honest in the darkness. There were some things Yesung didn't say in front of the others, in front of the cameras. These things he would confess to Ryeowook in the privacy of their shared room, for their ears only.

Ryeowook trailed his fingers down the length of Yesung's nose, dipping over his lips. "I won't be leaving you," he said softly. "I just want to do my best for the company. For Hankyung-hyung, for everyone else."

Yesung's arms tightened around him. Ryeowook's fingertips stroked over his lips, soothingly. "We'll make a bigger name for Super Junior in China. And I'll get a chance to practice being in front of the camera." His smile was a little self-deprecatory and it made Yesung kiss the fingers on his mouth, instinctively.

"Trust me, okay?" Ryeowook squeezed Yesung's side with his other hand. "Believe in me."

Yesung exhaled, a long sigh. "You know I'll always believe in you, Ryeowook."

So when Super Junior M headed off to China for their first promotions, Yesung hugged Ryeowook tight, but he let him go. "Knock 'em dead, Ryeowookie," he said with a grin. He took comfort in the bright smile he received in return and the knowledge that Ryeowook would always come back to him.


(3)
Yesung sat on his bed and stared at Ddangkoma's aquarium, where his pet turtle lazed on a rock, unmoving. How simple his life was. Yesung envied him. No need to worry about his reputation or hurting the people (or turtles) that he cared about. No need to consider various X factors. Love was love, and it was simple.

"We shouldn't," Yesung repeated, even though his heart ached in protest.

There was a shuffle of movement as Ryeowook crossed the room and put his hands on Yesung's shoulders. "Jongwoon-hyung," he said, turning Yesung. He looked so serious, so solemn - all grown up, Yesung thought wistfully. And then he stopped thinking because Ryeowook had leaned down and kissed him firmly.

"I love you," Ryeowook said, and all of the reasons fell apart like wave-battered sandcastles. Yesung could only pull Ryeowook in for another kiss, and give in.


(4)
They were pushing each other's clothes off frantically, fingers fumbling in their rush. The buttons on Ryeowook's shirt made Yesung growl low in his throat. He ended up half-ripping the shirt off, wringing a gasp from Ryeowook as he tossed the shirt to the floor and attacked Ryeowook's mouth with his own.

"Hyung, hyung," moaned Ryeowook, hips shifting restlessly beneath Yesung. His nails scored angry red lines down Yesung's back, lighting a fire that had Yesung's entire body ablaze.

"Fuck," Yesung muttered, yanking at their pants. "Fuck, I need to be inside you, Ryeowook, god—" He broke off as Ryeowook got a grip on his cock, head back and eyes dilated. His pretty little mouth was red and open, panting, forming words that Yesung struggled to hear over the rush of blood in his ears.

"Hyung, let me," Ryeowook was saying, breathlessly, "I want to be on top. Let me fuck you, Jongwoon."

Yesung's mind slammed against a brick wall as his heart jumped into his throat. Ryeowook fucking him? Ryeowook on top?

"Please."

Yesung's erection twitched in Ryeowook's hands, demanding. Fuck, thought Yesung, because he couldn't ever say no when it came to this man. He latched his teeth to Ryeowook's shoulder and shuddered when Ryeowook's thumb circled the crown of his cock. "Okay," he breathed, low, "okay." Anything for him. With a flex of his biceps, he rolled them over until Ryeowook was sprawled on top of him, hair wild and cheeks pink. "Do as you will."

When Ryeowook bit his lip and lowered himself onto Yesung, Yesung thought he was going to lose his mind. He hadn't thought Ryeowook had meant - that. But Ryeowook had clearly meant just that, riding Yesung until he thought he would scream, and strained upward, bucking one last time as he came into Ryeowook's tight, welcoming body.

It paid to give in to Ryeowook, Yesung discovered that night.


(5)
"You should do it," Eunhyuk encouraged him.

"I don't know," said Yesung, and prodded Ddangkoma with a finger. There was no reaction.

"Stop angsting about it and just do it," Heechul snapped at him.

Yesung only frowned.

"You'd be good at it, hyung. You should definitely give it a shot."

Kyuhyun was being strangely sincere and it made Yesung sit and think about it some more. Could he really do this musical? It was one thing to be told he was one of the best vocalists in a thirteen-member boy band, but to have to put himself out there with a theater group that had trained specifically for live performances? Yesung couldn't help the seed of doubt.

Ryeowook crawled into his bed the first night he came back to Korea and slipped his arms around Yesung's middle. "Do it, hyung." His lips found Yesung's cheek and Yesung felt the curve of a smile. "Knock 'em dead, Jongwoon."


(+1)
"But, but hyung," Ryeowook tried to say, making a pleading expression. "Listen, no, don't do this. Let's not make a big announcement, okay?"

But this was one time Yesung wasn't going to give in to Ryeowook. "No," he said firmly. "I want them to know how I feel about you. Even if we can't tell the rest of the world, we can tell the members. They deserve to know how important you are me." He found Ryeowook's hands and kissed his flaming cheek. "How special you are to me."

Ryeowook only ducked his head and mumbled something unintelligible. Yesung marched them into the common area of the eleventh floor dorm, where he'd gathered all of the members. He kept his arm firmly around Ryeowook, who couldn't seem to stop staring at the floor.

"Ryeowook and I are in love," he said with no preamble. "We just thought you should know."

Eleven pairs of eyes stared at him.

Finally, Kibum got up. "This was the big emergency? Are you shitting me, hyung? I'm going back to filming." He brushed past them to head to the door, pulling on his shoes. Yesung gaped at him, offended. "Hyung," Kibum said, rolling his eyes. "We've known for years."

"Seriously," put in Shindong.

"Years," Kyuhyun emphasized, with a smirk.

"But it's so cute that you thought you had to make an announcement," said Sungmin, coming over to give Ryeowook a hug.

Donghae grinned widely. "I never took you as a romantic, Jongwoon-hyung!"

Eeteuk looked torn between laughing and putting his head in his hands. Yesung stared blankly at them, then at Ryeowook, whose face was bright red, buried in Sungmin's shoulder. "I told you we didn't need to make a big announcement," he said, slightly muffled.

Yesung scratched his head. "Oh."

It seemed like he should always listen to Ryeowook.

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Started/Finished: 2009.12.21



{03/12} CHRISTMAS REQUESTS
for halcyon_morn ♥

5 Times Henry Cried on Sungmin's Shoulder + 1 time Sungmin Cried on Henry's
Super Junior (M), Sungmin/Henry, PG, 1495 words
In which there is a mix of crack and woe, and it's okay for boys to cry.

(01)
If there was anything good about Korea, it was that guys were allowed to be more in touch with their emotions here. So when Sungmin caught Henry furiously wiping back tears in the back of the van, his face turned towards the windows so no one could see the tear tracks, instead of teasing Henry like any of his friends back home would have done, he pulled Henry into his arms.

"괜잖아요?" he asked and Henry was profoundly grateful it was one of the few simple phrases he'd picked up. Are you okay?

I'm fine, he wanted to say, but the ache in his chest wouldn't let him lie. He hiccuped and pressed his face into Sungmin's shoulder, swallowing his words. Tears leaked from the corners of his eyes. He missed home so much. He missed his parents, nagging him, his older brother, joking with him, his younger sister, being the brat she was. He missed his friends at school, the familiar landscape of Toronto. He missed understanding the language, knowing how to read signs, being able to order more than just one dish off a menu.

He had known it would be hard when he signed up, but considering the difficulties in abstract and living them day-to-day were so different. Every day, he had Korean lessons, dance lessons, singing lessons. Every day, he passed by unfamiliar faces in the hallway, surrounded by voices speaking and laughing in a language he couldn't understand.

Sungmin's hand stroked down his back, palm flat and warm. "괜잖아요," he said again, softly. It's okay.

Henry wiped at his tears and let Sungmin hold him just a little longer, finding comfort in the arms around him.


(2)
Granted, it was Shindong's skateboard, but it was Henry's own fault for not noticing it when he rushed into the dorm. Well, partly his fault and partly Donghae's, since Donghae was chasing him down in a epic, multiple-floor game of tag.

"Jesus fucking Christ," Henry yelped in English, as he tripped over a shoe, landed with his foot on the skateboard, and went whirling across the floor on precarious balance. He slammed his knee into the wall of the hallway, toppled off the skateboard, and banged the sharp edge of his hip into the unforgiving floor. His head met a table leg.

"What happened?" Sungmin ran into the entrance hallway, pink socks sliding along the hardwood. His eyes widened as he caught sight of Henry groaning on the ground, a red bump developing rapidly across his forehead. "Are you okay?" He crouched beside Henry and helped him into a sitting position.

"Ow," whimpered Henry, clutching at Sungmin. His eyes watered in agony, a tear sliding down his cheek. "Motherfucking ow."

"Not my fault!" Donghae exclaimed immediately, hands in the air and backing out. "I swear!"

Sungmin just sighed.


(3)
"It makes me so angry," Sungmin said, slamming the car door shut. "God. Just. What's the matter with them? There's no need to be so hateful."

Henry trudged from the parking lot toward the entrance of the dorms, silent. His head hung, earphones tucked in, and hands warm in his pockets. He could still hear Sungmin muttering behind him, despite the Mozart he was playing in an effort to calm himself down. Don't get upset, don't get upset, he told himself, and tried to breathe deeply. The autumn air was sharp and cold in his lungs, the sting of it matching the sting in his eyes.

Ryeowook touched his elbow and gave him a concerned look. Henry managed a smile for him, hoping the redness of his eyes would be attributed to the cold and not the screams that still echoed in his mind.

Thirteen members. Thirteen members.

Sungmin caught up to him as the group entered the dorm. He caught hold of Henry's arm and didn't let go, his mouth set in a stubborn line as the rest of the members filtered onto the elevator or dispersed in other directions.

"Hyung," said Henry, "you should probably go with the others."

Sungmin pulled him into an empty hallway and wrapped his arms around him, tight. "Don't let it get to you," he whispered fiercely. "It will take time, but they'll...they'll fucking learn to accept you." He thumb brushed away the tears Henry hadn't even realized had begun to fall. "You're already a member to me, Henry. You know we all love you."

He didn't know what did it in the end - the sting of hundreds of fans chanting a refusal to accept him, or the knowledge that the thirteen people whose opinions mattered more already did - but his eyes burned. The tears fell faster, unbidden.

"You'll see," Sungmin promised him, and Henry believed.


(4)
Sungmin opened his arms as Henry fell into them, sulking. There were no questions asked anymore - Sungmin would always be Henry's first choice when he was upset.

"He set my favorite sheet music on fire," Henry wailed. "I'm never going back to China, hyung."

"Donghae?"

"Siwon."

Sungmin's eyebrows shot up as Henry snuffled into his neck. "There were candles involved. I don't even know what he was trying to do. Ryeowook tried to salvage it but now it's just charred and soggy and, ugh." He drooped and Sungmin patted his back consolingly.

"I still can't believe it wasn't Donghae," he said.


(5)
"I told you," said Sungmin, eyes brimming with the glisten of tears and unnameable emotion. He threw his arms around Henry, his smile a mile wide. "I told you that you would see this day."

Henry cried, unashamedly, in his arms as the arena continued to shout his name, Zhou Mi's name. He could still feel the thrill and the pride that had sparked through his blood when Han Geng pushed them forward to take their bows and acknowledge their fans. It had been a long time coming, but those sapphire blue glowsticks were waving for him too, now. There were signs wired to blink his name, among fourteen others.

Thank you, he'd said to the fans. Thank you, he said to Sungmin, threading their fingers together when he finally pulled apart, eyes wet but smile uncontainable.


(+1)
Henry made panicked eyes at Kyuhyun when he walked into the room, afraid to move and shift Sungmin's sobbing form away from his shoulder. He gestured one-handedly for the tissues, out of reach on the coffee table, and scowled when Kyuhyun stood there a moment, laughing silently at him.

It wasn't funny that Sungmin was crying all over him, tears and snot and everything getting everywhere. Henry loved Sungmin, he did. He loved that Korean guys were in touch with their emotions - that was great! Henry fully approved. He was in touch with his emotions all the time. He cried, he could admit it.

But this - this was just unwarranted.

"I see you're watching hyung's favorite movie," Kyuhyun observed with a smirk as he handed over the box of tissues. Henry snatched them desperately and started stuffing them into Sungmin's hand.

Sungmin sniffled, pried himself an inch away from Henry's shoulder, and dabbed at his eyes.

Henry watched him, holding his breath.

Sungmin blew his nose, and looked up with red-rimmed, swollen eyes. "Shut up, Kyuhyun. I've seen you get teary over this movie."

Henry turned to stare at Kyuhyun who, unbelievably, was faintly pink. "Oh shut up," he said. "I'm going out to dinner with Zhou Mi." He leaned over to ruffle Sungmin's hair and smiled sweetly when Sungmin looked at him again, tissues in hand. "The boat sinks, you know. He dies. She's alone, missing him, for the rest of her life." He ducked into the hall, laughing as he put on his shoes and coat.

"I hate you so much, Cho Kyuhyun!" Sungmin shouted after him.

Henry finally unfolded himself from the couch and stretched his numb limbs, stepping tentatively over to the wastebasket, which he brought back to the couch. Sungmin deposited his used tissues.

"You like Titanic, don't you?"

Henry had seen the movie too many times for his own sanity, thanks to his mom's passion for it. He didn't understand why Korea seemed so in love with it. Frankly, he thought it was pretty overdone romantic bullshit. Jack could have just grabbed onto another piece of floating driftwood instead of clinging to Rose and the door and freezing to death. He sighed as he flopped back down on the couch and Sungmin curled right back up against his side, head on his shoulder.

"It's okay," he said, because he didn't like Titanic all that much, but he did like Sungmin.

Sungmin's smile was warm as he leaned in and pressed a kiss to Henry's cheek. "Okay, let's finish it!" He pressed play again and the characters resumed shouting on screen. Henry slung one arm around the back of the couch, fingers playing with Sungmin's hair, and cuddled the tissue box with his other hand, prepared this time.

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Started/Finished: 2009.12.21