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Masterlist

Changwook (Changmin/Ryeowook)

- Movie Night; R. One-Shot.
  Because all Ryeowook wanted to do was watch a movie and Changmin wouldn't let him.

- Never Again; Fluff. Drabble.
 The one time Changmin tries to be cute, is also the very last time he ever tries to be cute.

- The Waiter; Fluff. One-Shot.
 It's takes Changmin one time to notice his waiter, two times to learn his name, and three times to ask him out on a date.

- Stealing Kisses; Completed.
  A collection of short stories and drabbles of Changwook.
  1. 'Studying'. 2. Midnight Phone Calls. 3. Mine. 4. Pudding. (Kindergarten AU). 5. Peeping Tom. 6. Paper Airplanes. (Delayed Flight AU). 7. Melting. 8. Stomache. 9. Sleep Talking. (Middle School AU). 10. Staring Contest. 11. Sugar, Sugar Honey  Honey. 12. Saturday Mornings. (Sequel to Sleep Talking). 13. Kiss Me Properly. 14. I'm All Yours. (Historic AU). 15. Mid-Afternoon Make-Outs. 16. Blinded by Love. (Blind AU). 17. Autumn Edition. (Neighbors AU). 18. Pure Seduction. (Vampire AU). 19. Pillow Feathers. (Sequel to Pure Seduction). 20. Stealing Kisses.

- Lust & Love Me; [Mostly] R. Ongoing.
 A collection of dirty drabbles of Changwook.
 1. Imagine That. 2. The Ceramist's Hands. (Historic AU).


Kyuwook (Kyuhyun/Ryeowook)

- How to Play the Piano; Ongoing.
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Gone Away.

Changmin and Ryeowook's relationship gets tested as Changmin has to spend 2 weeks in Japan.
A drabble series. Pure Fluff.


Day 1. Departure.

[You guys are worse than a married couple.]
Changmin squeezed Ryeowook's hand, trying to dispel his boyfriend's restless nervousness. His lips quirked into a small smile when he felt the older man squeeze back, a little too tight but Changmin didn't mind. Instead, he gently slid his fingers across Ryeowook's palm before absentmindedly playing with his thin fingers.

Ryeowook pursued his lips, staring at the display board of departing flights times and statuses. His gaze remained locked on the flight to Tokyo, noting that it was scheduled to leave in a hour.

"Do you really have to go?" Ryeowook finally tore his gaze away to peer up at Changmin.

Changmin nodded, lacing their fingers together. He chuckled under his breath when he noticed Ryeowook pouting beside him. "I'll only be gone for two weeks. You act like I'm leaving you for two months!"

"You practically are since you are going to Japan to play around with Yunho and Minho!"

"We are not playing, we are going there to-"

"To study Japanese culture by touring around the country and practice the language." Ryeowook finished his sentence, having heard it some many times when Changmin first announced his trip. He suddenly wished he was taking Japanese class instead of Chinese, like Changmin had originally wanted him too. Now he really regreted, seeing as Chinese was completely difficult and his professor doesn't plan to travel anytime soon. "I know. I'm just going to-"

"Miss me?" Changmin's lips quirked into a cheeky grin, loving the way blush slowly formed on Ryeowook's high cheekbones. He tugged Ryeowook into a hug, feeling the shorter man's resistance in his stance. He wrapped his arms around his thin waist, smugly smirking down at him.

Ryeowook narrowed his eyes, already sensing the teasing about to begin.

"How much are you going to miss me?" He held him tighter, purposely squeezing his waist. "You're going to miss me so much! You can't cry when I'm gone, okay?" He reached to pinch Ryeowook's cheek but Ryeowook slapped his hand away.

"I won't, you ass." Ryeowook said, despite hugging Changmin right back. He knows he's going to miss this - Changmin's lean body pressed against his own, being wrapped around those arms that made him feel so secure. "I certainly won't miss your annoying teasing."

Changmin chuckled under his breath, before pressing a soft kiss on Ryeowook's forehead. "When I come back, I'll tease you ten times more to make up for all the days I was gone."

"You better not or I'm letting you sleep on the couch."

Changmin chuckled, leaning back to stare at his boyfriend's face; at the almond brown eyes that stare so loving at him (most of the time) and the pouty pink lips that he could kiss all day long. He pressed a kiss against Ryeowook's nose then cheek and then his lips, gently moving his lips against Ryeowook's. He pulled away slowly, his lips brushing against his lover's.

"I'm going to miss you, Ryeowook." He mumbled, watching the way Ryeowook's eyes fluttered open.

"I'll miss you too-"

"Yah! Changmin-hyung! Stop making out with your boyfriend and let's go!" Minho shouted, grinning widely since he startled the couple. Changmin glared at his friend, reluctantly separating from Ryeowook and reaching for his luggage.

"I got to go." Changmin sighed, grabbing Ryeowook's hand and squeezing it one last time.

Ryeowook smiled, feeling rather bittersweet about it. He wasn't happy that Changmin was leaving him, but he did want his boyfriend to have fun. "Okay. Have fun on your trip. Don't forget to text me when you arrive safely."

Changmin nodded, releasing Ryeowook's hand and slowly walking towards his Japanese language class. "I'll see you soon, okay?"

Minho rolled his eyes, no longer able to stand it. He grabbed Changmin by his elbow and dragged him towards the luggage check-in desk. "Seriously, hyung? You guys are worse than a married couple!"


Day 2. I Miss You Already

[Youre so lovesick, its gross.]
Ryeowook spun around on his office chair, too tired to continue writing his latest proposal for the magazine. He wasn't in the mood to do much ever since Changmin left him. The day Changmin left, he went back home and binge watched his favorite drama until he fell asleep on the sofa. He had never noticed it until yesterday, but the apartment was awfully quiet without Changmin playing video games. He didn't really how quiet it is. It was too quiet for him.

He sighed heavily, slowly rolling his chair back towards his desk.

"Hey Ryeowook. Whoa- you look like shit, Wook."

"Thanks Donghae-hyung." Ryeowook muttered dryly, turning around to spot his co-worker leaning against his cubicle. "What do you need?"

"Sorry. I didn't mean to. It's just you always look good but today, well," Donghae winced, stepping closer to Ryeowook. "What happened to you? Are you not feeling well?"

"I-"

"It's because he misses his precious boyfriend," Kangin chimed in from the next cubicle. Ryeowook rolled his eyes, remembering that living in an office filled cubicles basically meant having zero to no privacy.

"Changminnie? Missing?" Donghae furrowed his eyebrows, completely confused as Kangin stood up to join their conversation.

"Changmin went on a trip to Japan for two weeks." Ryeowook clarified, "He's only been gone for only a day, so I don't miss him."

Kangin snickered, "Please. You spent the entire day sighing. I even bet you were thinking about him just now."

Ryeowook fought back his flush, flustered for being caught so quickly and sat up to lightly slap Kangin's arm. He pouted, hoping to dispel his current embarrassment as his hyungS chuckled at him.

"You're so lovesick, it's gross," Kangin teased with a cheeky grin, while moved to affectionately ruffle Ryeowook's hair.

"I think it's cute." Donghae grinned, watching his dongsaeng's face turn redder and redder.

"Ugh, I feel so lame." Ryeowook mumbled in defeat, pressing his hands against his warm cheeks. "It hasn't even been a full day and I'm probably the only one missing him already."

"Probably."

Ryeowook glared at Kangin, wishing he could slap his Hyung in the face.


Day 3. Mixed Messages & Mild Annoyances.

[Are you drunk?]
Ryeowook slurped at his ramen noodles, completely engrossed with watching his latest drama. He refused to look away from the screen for a second, unless it was commercials. It was during a particular commercial that Ryeowook heard his phone buzz, and his lips instantly curling into a wide smile upon seeing Changmin's name.

"Hello?" Ryeowook answered the phone, unable to stop smiling. Although, he should be mad - he wanted to be mad because Changmin didn't call him at all yesterday. Instead, all he got was a short text message saying 'Good Night Shortie ㅋㅋㅋ' which left Ryeowook more angry than happy to even receive a message from him.

"Moshi Moshi~"

"Moshi? What does that mean?" Ryeowook mumbled into the phone, reaching for the TV remote to lower the volume.

"It means hello when you're answering the phone," Changmin chuckled. "Why? Did you think I was cursing you out?"

"Yes."

"Wah, how could you even think I would curse out my own boyfriend?!" Ryeowook snorted as he listened to Changmin's overly-dramatic response.

"Because you love teasing me," Ryeowook replied, feeling a little resentful as he remembered the last message Changmin sent him. "Like making fun of my height."

Ryeowook could practically hear Changmin's grin. "Your reactions are hilarious, Ryeowookie."

"I'm so glad I could amuse you." Ryeowook muttered, lips unconsciously pursing into a pout. He listened to Changmin cackling hysterically over the phone, and Ryeowook couldn't help but quirk a brow in confusion at just how long his boyfriend laughed. "Are you drunk?"

"Ha ha what? Not really, I'm a little tipsy though. I drank some sake with Yunho," Changmin mumbled into the phone, "It was really good sake. You should try some, I'll bring one and we can drink it together."

Ryeowook pursed his lips, not believing him for a second, "I'll pass."

"You don't believe me, do you?"

His lips unconsciously broke out into a pleased smile as he could pictured Changmin narrowing his eyes at him, pouting at him. "Maybe."

"You're so cruel. Why do I have such a cold boyfriend?"

"Because you tease me so much. The only way to punish you right now is to be unaffectionate."

"Is that so? You know you can punish me over ways like tying me to-"

"-Gross! No one wants to hear about your sexual kinks, Changmin!" Minho shouted in the background and although his voice was slightly faint, Ryeowook could still hear everything. He couldn't help but laugh in a mixture of sheer embarrassment (becuase Minho does not need to imagine what they do in the bedroom) and surprise (that Changmin had the audacity to say it in front of his best friend).

"Aish, Minho - you eavesdropper!"

"Then stop talking dirty with your boyfriend as soon as Yunho and I leave the room!"

"I thought you left the room with Yunho. I didn't know you went to the bathroom!"

Ryeowook chuckled, listening to Changmin and Minho argue back and forth about privacy and other ridiculous roommate rules they created. The fight didn't settle until Ryeowook heard Yunho's faint voice shouting at them to "quit being children and go to bed already" or else they'll miss the bus to Shinjuku.

"Wookie, sorry but I got to go." Changmin sighed, clearly frustrated at his rooming situation. "I'll call you tomorrow."

"Okay," Ryeowook mumbled, a bit disapointed at their conversation cut short. "Don't forget to take pictures of Shinjuku for me."

"I will." Changmin hummed, "Good Night."

"Good Night?" Ryeowook reiterated in surprise at the uncreative farewell. They always used different ncknames to say good-bye. "What happened to saying 'Good Night Oryeo~' huh"

Ryeowook listened to Changmin's contemplative silence, wondering what's wrong until he realized it. He snickered into the phone, finally understanding Changmin's train of thought. "Yes, say it in front of your friends. Or else I throw away two of your favorite video games."

Changmin groaned, "Do I have to? They already make fun of me for so many other things we do."

"I don't care. I want to hear it," Ryeowook grin cheekily and he had a feeling Changmin knew he was too. "And please put all your aegyo into it."

"Fine," He begrudgingly grumbled into the phone. "Good Night Oryeo~"

"-What the hell was that? Did you just use aegyo-"

Ryeowook cackled at the loud shouts of protests and teasing followed after Changmin's good-bye. Changmin hung up before Ryeowook could listen to more but he was satisfied that to know that Yunho and Minho would be teasing him for the next two weeks about it. It was the perfect revenge for calling him short.


Day 4. Thinking of You

[I miss you.]
Changmin stared at the keychain of a cute cartoon rabbit dressed as a chef, his gaze critically looking over the cute grin etched on the cartoon before picking it up. His lips were pressed into a straight line as he tried hard to think whether his boyfriend would actually like the gift. What he thought was cute, wasn't necessarily cute to Ryeowook and he had learned that rule immediately after Ryeowook declared giraffes to be 'cute' animals.

"What are you looking at?"

Changmin looked over his shoulder to find Yunho walking towards him, arching a brow when he noticed what Changmin was holding. "Ah, I'm trying to find a good souvenir for Ryeowook but I can't seem to find anything."

"I don't think getting him a keychain is a good idea, since keychains aren't exactly the most exciting souvenir present." Yunho pointed out, and Changmin couldn't help but concede with a nod, putting back the keychain. "You should get him something he'll use but also expresses the culture of that city."

"I know," Changmin sighed, walking down the aisle to check out the other trickets. "It's just a lot harder than it looks. I wish he was here so he could just pick out whatever he wants..." He grumbled under his breath, frustrated that he hadn't find anything yet.

Yunho smiled, patting Changmin's shoulder out of comfort. "Aw, does Changdol miss his boyfriend?"

"What? No!" Changmin scowled, shrugging off Yunho's hand from his shoulder. "We've only been separated for four days, Hyung."

"So? You can miss someone after not seeing them for a day."

"We are not that kind of couple that are ridiculously dependent on each other either," Changmin hastily added, making his way over to the next aisle and Yunho leisurely followed him.

"And you two don't have to be, in order to miss each other," Yunho countered, calmly browsing over the decorative plates. "You could simply miss him because he can't immediately be by your side, at the moment."

"I don't miss him." Changmin persisted with a scowl.

"Oh really? Then why did you call him last night?"

"Because if I don't contact him once a day, Ryeowook will nag me about it for the next four months." Changmin rolled his eyes, feeling that fact was obvious enough since Yunho has witnessed a few of their fights.

"If that's true, then why didn't you just message him like you have for the past two days? Why did you call him?"

Changmin stopped searching for a souvenir to glare at his Hyung, "And why does it matter if I call him or text him?"

"Because it means you missed him, Changmin. You wanted to hear his voice so you called him last night, right?" Yunho snickered, enjoying the complete look of shock on his snarky dongsaeng's face. "You should've seen the grin on your face last night. The entire time you were talking to him, you looked like some lovestruck idiot."

Changmin pressed his lips together, feeling heat rise out of pure embarrassment. "...Am I really that obvious?"

"To Minho and I, yes you are. I'm not sure about Ryeowook though, since he hasn't known you as long as I have." Yunho shrugged, "I think you should tell him though. I'm sure he misses you as much as you miss him."

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The Garden of Sin

[Don't you dare read this Yunni. Don't do it!]

He feels it. The gentle caress of smooth fingers tracing up his arm. The touch is oddly cold, a chilling sensation left behind that raises goosebumps on his warm skin. He feels lips brushing against his cheek, but the words being whispered. He can't understand it. Why can't I understand it?

He shifts drowsily, a groan escaping parched lips. The fingers stops its exploration immediately, and he can no longer hear that soothing voice whispering secrets into his ears. He opens his eyes but his vision is blurry, too blurry, that all he sees is green, various shades of green and white. A person. He squints to focus better but he can only see pale lips moving.

"What are you saying?" He whispers groggily, disoriented.

"Sleep."

He opens his mouth, but his words are stuck at his throat as drowsiness muddles his mind. His eye lids feel heavier, and it is getter harder to stay awake. I don't want to sleep.

"Sleep."

He feels his conscious slipping despite the questions buzzing in his head. The color green muddling into black and shapes merging together into blobs.

"Sleep, Changmin."

How do you know my name?

"Just sleep, my love."

His eyes flutter open as he jolts awake to sit up, letting out a strangled gasp. His hands tremble as he grasps the backrest of the bench, shaky fingers digging into the old wood to find some sort of stability. A layer of cold sweat clings to his body but Changmin doesn't care. Not when he can still feel those lingering caress of those cold hands. Those cold, cold hands.

A chilly breeze messes with the tresses of Changmin's dark hair and a quick shiver rolls down his spine. He listens to gentle rustling of leaves, his eyes drawn to sky when he notices the bright orange hues of the sun setting on the horizon. He relaxes his tight grip on the bench, mentally sighing when he realizes he fell asleep in the garden. If I just took a nap, why do I feel so exhausted?

Changmin ruffles his hair in frustration, blaming the uncomfortable bench for the restless nap and the horrible dream.


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In Disguise

Changmin's lips curled in disgusted scowl, trying to wonder how he even got in this situation because it didn't make any sense. "Yah! Why are we going to Host Club?"

His little sister, Minji, smirked as they approached the building. A smirk that turned into an amused grin when glimpsed at her older brother in a dress and wig. "Because it's my bacherolette's party and what I say goes."

Changing didn't bother to hide his obvious discomfort, glaring at his sister for throwing a bacherolette's party in Japan and cursing his overprotective parents for wanting him to 'guard' his sister until her wedding day. (And curse his sister again for refusing to go anywhere unless he dressed up like a girl or else "you would scare away all the hosts".)

"You look pretty with long hair, Oppa." She teased, opening the door for her brother.

"Shut up," Changmin hissed, purposely flipping his hair over his shoulders. His sister laughed and Changmin reluctantly followed her, sighing heavily out of frustration. He really didn't want to be here.

His sister dragged him by the arm, guiding him through the various tables until she spotted her friends' table.

Changmin rolled his eyes, realizing it was going to be a long night.
Especially when his sister and her friends all squealed the second they met, babbling about how excited they were to choose a host. His sister immediately sat down, dragging Changmin down to sit next to her.

"Which guys do you like so far?" Minja asked, grabbing a menu for herself and her brother.

Changmin rolled his eyes when he noticed the menu had pictures of men, describing their personality and other information. "This is complete nonsense..." He muttered under his breath, immediately closing the menu with a frown.

"I feel like maybe we should get a bad boy," His sister giggled, pointing at a picture of a particular guy.

"A bad boy?" Changmin reirretated in disbelief. "I don't think so!"

"It's my party. I can pick whoever I want," His sister snickered, completely ignoring his protests as she browsed through the book.

"Let's get a flower boy, they are always so handsome to stare at!"

"How about we get two hosts and pick between the two?"

"A flower boy is too boring! Let's get a flirty guy instead!"

Changmin sighed listening to his sister and his friends try to pick between the boys. He stopped listening when the appetizers arrived, thankful that at least one of Minja's friends was smart enough to order some food.

He glanced disinterestedly around the restaurant, mildly disturbed at how many women were here. He had heard of host clubs before, but he never thought they were this popular. He really didn't understand why though. What was so great about flirting with men for a few hours over dinner?

Changmin rolled his eyes, frowning in mild irritation (because wearing a bra is uncomfortable) until his sister was smart enough to wave down a waiter and order plenty of food for the group. He deliberately ignored the fact that they requested for two hosts to entertain them. He also ignored the fact that most of the women started fixing their hair.

He felt rather than saw his sister grab his arm, tugging him closer. Changmin leaned close enough for her to whisper, his attention no longer focused on his food.

"Oppa, stop scowling. I know you are uncomfortable but at least try to look like you are having fun." She whispered, and Changmin's pressed his lips together to prevent another scowl.

"You want me to stop scowling and have fun?" Changmin whispered incredulously. "I'll only have 'fun' if you keep ordering food and drinks. Other than that, do not involve me in this weird host thing."

His sister pursed her lips, not amused with his response but conceded with a small nod. She slowly moved away from him, turning her attention back to her friends. Changmin subconsciously adjusted his fake hair, not used to the long length. He shifted in his gaze to watching people, alternating between reaching for an sushi roll and snickering at how unfortunate some of the host looked.

"Excuse me, Miss."

Changmin's eyes widened, startled at how eerily close the smooth voice was to his ear. He immediately snapped his head to his right, surprised by a slender man holding a napkin near his face.

"You dropped your napkin." He smiled politely, almond-shaped eyes staring curiously at him.

Changmin stared at him, the surprise leaving him speechless as a thousand thoughts collided into a chaotic mess that left him unable to utter any word other than: "What?"

Changmin hadn't even disguised his voice and at his mistake, he immediately bite the inside of his cheek.

"This is your napkin, right?" The man asked, tilting his head a little bit uncertainty.

Changmin nodded sheepishly, quickly snatching the napkin back and looking away. He heard a snicker but he dutifully ignored it, trying to figure out why he felt so flustered. He figured it was because he was called a girl, since he really wasn't all that prepared to act like one.

"Good Evening, Ladies," The man addressed the table this time, flashing them another blinding smile. 
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The Ceramist's Hands

Part of the Lust & Love Me Series.

[Are you okay?]
The Ceramist's Hands
Historic AU.

Warm, course hands trace the curve of his spine, as he arches at the purposely-slow caress. He moans continuously despite the dryness of his throat, or the lack of breath, as his body burns pleasantly under each caress, callous fingers tracing every dip and every curve of his figure as if he was delicate, like porcelain. The constant pressure between his hips makes him shiver and his toes curl, as the thrusts get deeper and deeper, the rhythm matching the beat of his heart.

The man above him traces his jaw with his lips, making long licks down his neck. He mewls when the man finds his weakness –the sensitive spot below his ear– and the man moves quicker at the new sounds spilling from his swollen lips. Rough hands slide down his chest, his waist, grasping his hips with a grip hard enough to leave imprints. He clings onto the man’s back, thin hands trying to hold onto something, because he feels like he’s teetering on the edge of reality and he doesn’t want to fall alone.

The slickness of their bodies moving together, the warm friction, the fervent touches build up into something blinding, that pushes him over the edge as his heart bursts, and he gasps at the sudden release of it all.

A slow, pleasant tingle washes over his slender body and suddenly, he can breathe again, basking in the warm glow left afterwards. His eyes shine while he caresses the sweaty face of his lover, whose eyes shine just as brightly, matching his loving stare, as he makes no move to separate them.

“Are you okay?” He asks, his voice still husky, deep yet crystal clear in the stillness of the night.

Ryeowook nods, trying to regain his breath. “I…I am, are you?”

Changmin chuckles under his breathe, leaning forward to kiss Ryeowook’s temple before nuzzling his face in his lover’s neck.  “I’m fine. Absolutely, perfectly fine. Now that you’re here with me.”

Ryeowook’s giggles echo in the quiet room before Changmin captures his lips, determined to make the most of their night.

Because they only have until sunrise.
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NOTE TO SELF.

The darkness is suffocating.
What was once comforting, hiding in his parents closet, no longer felt like it. Not even when he clung onto his mother's coat, faint traces of her floral perfume soothing him only in the slightest. But nothing can get rid of the trembling, the anxiety of not knowing. Of the footsteps shuffling throughout his house, after week of hearing nothing.

He's never afraid of the dark but now he is. Because it's scarier than an any frightening bedtime story his mother has ever told him. It's scarier than monsters hiding underneath his bed. The footsteps are scarier because it sounds so close, so near.

"Mommy," he whispers in the back of his throat. He squeezes his eyes shut an h tries to remember something less scary. But he could only remember the stories of angels, the ones his mother would whisper to him during church, when he couldn't sit still.

He remembers angels protect this who are afraid. Tears slowly fall from his eyes as the footsteps get louder and louder. He hiccups into his mother's coat, pressing further into the corner of the closet. Into the darkness he's so afraid of.

"Angels are really pretty people, Ryeowook. They have halos around their heads and some of them have great big wings."

Ryeowook gasps as shadows flicker through the cracks of the closet door. And suddenly, it's so hard to breath, air wedged in his throat while thick tears slide down his cheek.

And the door opens so abruptly, pouring in light he hasn't seen in days. He squints into the light, and what comes into focus first are beautifully deep black eyes that hold him transcendent. Until he sees the halo of light surrounding the man and the boy blinks in shaky awe. Because his angel is here to protect him.

And he sneakily crawls of the darkness but he can't see straight. And suddenly the floor rises to greet him.
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Stealing Kisses.

Part of the Stealing Kisses. Series.
a series of short stories and drabbles, all pertaining to Changwook.


[He likes to steal kisses.]
Stealing Kisses.

He steals kisses like a thief in the night. It doesn’t matter where or when, because when Changmin wants a kiss: he’s going to make sure he gets one.

Ryeowook giggles as Changmin pulls him into a hidden room backstage, unable to resist kissing those small, pouty for a second longer. With adrenaline coursing through their veins from another successful company concert, Changmin hushes Ryeowook’s giggles with short pecks that leave Ryeowook giggling even more.

“S-sto-stop it, Changminnie! Someone might see us!” Ryeowook slaps his back, weakly trying to push his boyfriend away.
Changmin smirks, leaning down to press kisses against Ryeowook’s jawline. “Let them.”

Ryeowook holds back a groan when Changmin kisses a particularly sensitive area on his neck. “Changmin, pl-please. When we get back to the hotel, I’m all yours. You can kiss me as long as you want.”

“Really?” Changmin pulls away to look directly into Ryeowook’s shining brown eyes, cheeks still flushed from dancing and singing all night. Ryeowook nods cutely, and Changmin sighs because he’s weak when it comes to aegyo. “Okay, fine. But I want one more kiss before we go!”

And Ryeowook lets out a small laugh, before pulling Changmin in for another kiss.
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Pillow Feathers.

Part of the Stealing Kisses. Series.
a series of short stories and drabbles, all pertaining to Changwook.


[You won't hurt me.]
Pillow Feathers. Vampire AU. (Sequel to Pure Seduction.)

Ryeowook’s giggles are silenced by feverish kisses, full lips nipping at his pouty ones. Silk sheets cling loosely to his naked body, pooling around his hips just enough to entice his human lover some more. 

“You should always be naked.” Changmin mumbles between kisses, “Never put clothes on.”

Ryeowook chuckles breathlessly, pulling back to admire the only person he has ever loved in the past six hundred years of his existence. He smiles brightly at his lover’s messy auburn hair, a little damp with sweat from the last two rounds of sex. Changmin’s cheeks were a little flushed too.

Ryeowook reaches out to pluck a pillow feather out of Changmin’s hair, tossing it somewhere on the bed with the others. (He tore up a few pillows, trying to not to hurt his lover – Changmin’s back already has too many scars; claw and bite marks that sunk too deep into his skin.)

Changmin stares down at Ryeowook, his lover’s hypnotizing eyes staring back at him so full of love – it gives him the passion to kiss those alluring lips over and over again. And Changmin thinks, for a brief second, that he could make love to Ryeowook forever.

He kisses Ryeowook hard on the lips, tongue gliding across the seam of his lips for entrance. Ryeowook barely has time to react before he feels a slick tongue gliding against his own, and he hums appreciatively at the feeling, which only makes Changmin kiss him harder. Changmin pushes aside the silk sheets, tossing them hastily to the floor.

Ryeowook’s hand slides up his lover’s back to comb through messy hair, tugging harshly on the strands because he knows it makes Changmin moan – and Changmin does. Changmin’s lips glide across Ryeowook’s jawline, alternating between nipping and sucking. He smirks when he hears Ryeowook’s beautiful moans directly into his ear, especially when he starts grinding against him.

Ryeowook’s eyes turn crimson, lost in the haze of lust.

“Ah…Changmin…” He tries to warn, until he feels a warm hand caress his abdomen, lightly tracing the contours of his muscles.

“It’s okay, love,” Changmin hushes him with a kiss, “You won’t hurt me.”

And down his hand goes…
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Pure Seduction.

Part of the Stealing Kisses. Series.
a series of short stories and drabbles, all pertaining to Changwook.


[Will this hurt?]
Pure Seduction. Vampire AU.
(Cause every OTP needs a vampire AU.)


“Will this hurt?”

Ryeowook’s lips quirk into a seductive smile, his face buried in the crook of his lover’s neck. He kisses the soft pale skin, humming at the tantalizing promise of blood currently coursing through the human. His hand moves to play with the short hairs at his lover’s nape, hoping to soothe away his sudden nervousness.

“I won’t hurt you.” Ryeowook promises, brushing his lips down the flawless skin.

Changmin snickers, still nervous. Ryeowook leans away just enough to stare into Changmin’s dark eyes. The very same eyes he fell in love with two years ago.

“It won’t hurt any more than a needle shot, I promise.”

Changmin grimaces at the thoughts of needles. “Let’s just get this over with.”

Ryeowook smiles, warm brown eyes turning a startling crimson, as he leans forward. He chuckles under his breath when he feels Changmin stiffen in his seat. Shifting himself on his lover’s lap, he first kisses the base of Changmin’s throat. His kisses move up Changmin’s neck, licking and nibbling the sensitive areas until the man is thoroughly relaxed.

Realizing it’s now or never, Ryeowook slowly sinks his teeth into his lover’s neck, getting his first taste at Changmin’s blood. It’s as delicious as it smells, and Ryeowook can’t imagine ever tasting anything sweeter.

Changmin winces at the initial sharp prick, his fingers clawing at Ryeowook’s hip at the slight pain. Each gulp has him trembling, his body feeling weaker but it’s expectantly pleasant – his skin tingling, hypersensitive to Ryeowook’s touch.
Ryeowook’s fangs abruptly retract, earning a low, guttural moan from his lover. He darts his tongue out to slowly lick away the access blood, noticing Changmin’s subtle trembling and shaky breathing.

“Relax, love. It’s over.” Ryeowook leans back while licking his lips, his irises no longer red. His lips curve into a bright smile when he sees the trembling subside and Changmin flashes him a hesitant smile – still not quite sure what to make of this. Ryeowook’s hands find their way to Changmin’s hair, playing with the brown strands, before Ryeowook presses a quick kiss against Changmin’s lips. “So how are you feeling?”

Changmin rests his head against Ryeowook’s collarbone, a wave of exhaustion washing through his body.

“Next time, we should do this naked.”

Ryeowook giggles at the absurdity, “You want me to feed on you…while you’re naked?”

“Yeah,” Changmin mumbles at the vampire’s throat.

“And why is that?” Ryeowook teases.

“Because I’m terribly turned on right now, but too tired to take off your clothes.”

Ryeowook laughs harder, before leaning to whisper in Changmin’s ear; his lips teasingly brushing against his lover’s earlobe, his voice taking on a sultry tone that has Changmin immediately seduced. “Well then, it looks like I’ll have to change that, won’t I?”