Chapter 12
Winning Hearts
Ryeowook moaned groggily, blinking his eyes and slowly looking around. The curtains were drawn, but he could see the faint lines of the morning light. Looking down, he saw Kyuhyun’s familiar arms around his waist
Brow furrowing, he willed away the sleepiness, pushing up on his elbow to check the clock. Where was his phone? Swallowing thickly, Ryeowook focused on the bedside clock, not processing what he was reading. 5:34 A.M.
In a flurry, he was bolt upright, eyes wide open. Next to him, Kyuhyun groaned, rolling over and fumbling around for a pillow and more blankets.
Ryeowook frantically looked around the room, heart pounding erratically as he tried to figure out how they would finish packing before the company car came at six-thirty to pick them up. They were nowhere near ready – hell, they hadn’t even woken up yet!
Falling out of bed, he winced and staggered up, thoughts flying a mile a minute— Ryeowook stopped; his body calming down in an instant. The suitcases were zipped and carefully placed by the bedroom door. Their toiletry bags were opened and set atop the luggage for after their morning routines. Ryeowook’s phone rested on top of his fully packed travel bag.
Gingerly, he picked up the device, turning on the screen. There was a message left over the completed packing list note he had created the day before.
You’re no fun. I came home with food, but you were fast asleep. I had to pack everything by myself while you lazed around in bed. Who would’ve thought a day like that would come?
Should I be worried about my assistant losing his touch?
Hmm…
Anyway, I hope you have good dreams, Ryeo-ah.
See you in the morning.
Love,
Kyuhyun
Ryeowook stared at it for who knew how long, struggling between laughing and running over to kiss his lover everywhere. Setting the phone down, he took a deep breath and took slow steps over to where Kyuhyun was still sleeping.
Kneeling down on the edge of the bed, he hovered over the slumbering male, lips grazing his ear. “Kyuhyun…are you awake?” Ryeowook placed his hand over the man’s blanket covered hip. He rubbed gentle circles into the covered skin, absently pressing kisses across the expanse of Kyuhyun’s neck.
“No…,” he muttered, turning his head to get a kiss on the lips. Ryeowook obliged and the other man seemed content enough with that, flopping back against the pillows.
Chuckling, Ryeowook ran his fingers through Kyuhyun’s hair, whispering…
His eyes opened immediately, the sleepiness vanishing. “What?”
“Join me?” Ryeowook repeated in fewer words, nodding his head towards the bathroom.
Kyuhyun’s mouth opened and closed a few times before he was kicking off the blankets, picking his lover up and practically sprinting to towards the bathtub. “You’re never up for this in the morning,” he stared wide-eyed, kicking the bathroom door shut behind him.
“It’s a special morning,” he murmured, smiling.
***
“Why do you look so happy?” Changmin prompted, cocking an eyebrow at his seemingly euphoric friend and co-worker.
Kyuhyun shrugged lazily, a grin permanently stuck on his face as he leaned his head back on the van’s seat, sunglasses over his eyes. “It’s a good day, Changmin,” he sighed, content.
“Did you drug him or something?” he muttered to Ryeowook.
The latter smiled briefly, saying, “No. He’s just pleased that he won’t have to work for the next few days.”
“Ah, that makes sense,” Changmin nodded understandingly, not catching the subtle exchange between the lovers.
Kyuhyun stretched his arms and legs out, rolling his neck. “Yup, I really can’t wait until I’m on that island, bathing in the sun, playing games, and getting some time to have fun…it’ll be fantastic.”
“I’ve never seen you so exuberant,” his friend laughed, “I feel like I’m getting excited now too.”
“You should be!” Kyuhyun urged, “There are so many things to do while we’re there!” He casually let his hand fall onto Ryeowook’s upper thigh as he twisted around to talk to Changmin in the row behind them.
Ryeowook frowned, pushing the hand off with a look that so clearly said: We’re at work. Vacation-Work is still work.
Pouting a little, Kyuhyun returned the sidelong glance like a hurt child.
“Not gonna work,” Ryeowook mouthed.
“Fine,” he huffed, crossing his arms and sitting back down.
“What?” Changmin blinked, confused, “Did I miss something just now?”
“No,” they replied in unison, not giving away anything.
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