A.N.: Just updating by fixing a couple of little mistakes that I made last night, and letting you all know that I'm serious about considering your suggestions if you send them to me! C:
So, yes, kyucintawookie, if you message me with an idea or a picture and it inspires me, I'll try to write at least a one shot for it~ <3
And, it doesn't /have/ to be Kyuwook~ I haven't really tried writing many other pairings, but I enjoy all SuJu couples, so I'll write for any of them!

I can't promise that the fanfictions that you ask for will be done quickly, unfortunately. But, if it takes me more than a week, feel free to remind me (because I might have forgotten ^^;;)~ I'm currently trying to find a job so that I can have enough money for SS4 when they come to the States (whenever that may be), so I'm going to be decently busy for a while. However, I'll definitely make time to attempt writing for those of you that ask!!!
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"Kyu..." The younger boy felt his body being shaken from sleep and into the dangerous confines of reality. "Kyu? Wake up. We have to get ready." The other's voice was sleepy, but persistent, and somehow this annoyed Kyuhyun. He wanted it to stop, but he didn't want the boy to leave his side.  Grabbing Ryeowook by the arm, he pulled him down on the bed, holding him closely to his chest, as though he were a treasured lover. "Don't wanna..." Kyuhyun murmured, burying his face in Ryeowook's hair. It felt so nice to hold the other boy, so nice that he couldn't have even imagined actually falling back to sleep. He inhaled the smaller male's scent, his eyes still closed lazily as he pretended to have drifted off once again. But, truth be told, he felt as though he were getting high. He could have just lied there forever like that, with Ryeowook held safely in his arms. Nobody could ever get to them. Nobody could ever steal Ryeowook away from him if they just lie like this forever.  He could be mine. Maybe he could get away with cuddling him for just a bit longer.. it's not as though they had anything to do on this first day here. It was meant to be a day to recover from the plane ride, and to relax before the schedules became hectic. "But Kyu... we're going to the zoo. Zhou Mi and Henry want to take us to see the animals." Ryeowook whined, wiggling in the younger boy's arms.  "I wanna sleep, Wook. Just go to sleep." His voice was still a bit husky from sleep, and something about this gave Ryeowook the most pleasant of chills, followed closely by the faintest of blushes. "Kyu!!! Please! I want to see the animals. Come with me. Please?" He had given up struggling by now and wrapped his arms around Kyuhyun in return, nuzzling childishly against his chest. Of course, unknown to Kyuhyun, this was partly in an attempt to hide the flush of his cheeks that had dared to intrude only a moment ago. There was a grunt in response, followed by a loud, annoyed, sigh. He didn't want to go to a zoo. He didn't want to look at animals, or listen to everyone else jabbering as they walked around the place together. He wanted this. He wanted Ryeowook holding himself close to him. He wanted the peace that came with knowing that this boy was completely his... if even for a moment. Because if he stopped this now, he didn't know what could happen next. If I let you go now, I might not get you back. "Kyu..." Ryeowook's voice came out slowly, sadly, and with a small squeak to it that made it seem as though he might burst into tears any moment, "It wouldn't be fun without you..." And Kyuhyun's heart burst... shattering into hundreds of thousands of small pieces. Quickly, he retrieved those pieces and put them back together, his eyes closed tightly as he squeezed the smaller boy closer. "Why would you say that?" The words that were meant to stay in his head left as a whisper, and he clenched his teeth together. "Because I want you to come. You're my best friend." Ryeowook replied honestly. He didn't quite understand what seemed to be upsetting Kyuhyun. To the elder boy, this was just a simple phrase. For the maknae, however, this was torture.  The strings that attached to his banded heart were being tugged more with each slow breath that Ryeowook let out against his chest. His fingernails lightly dug into the fabric of the other's shirt as his mind raced to find the answers.  Did Ryeowook only say that to get him to come along? Or did he really mean it? And if he really meant it, then what /exactly/ had he meant? Was he over thinking this situation? No matter how many thoughts floated trough his mind, he only came upon one answer... one truth... about this whole situation. This boy who is not yours has ripped out a piece of your heart, and he's holding it in the palm of his hand. "Please, Kyuhyun-ah?" Ryeowook murmured again, tugging gently at Kyuhyun's shirt, now managing to look up at him. That confused, frustrated, and flushed face was concerning. Kyuhyun's plump lips trembled as though leaves in a light wind. The look in his eyes was distant, painful, and full of thought. "Kyuhyun-ah?" This time, his voice switched from a murmur to a meek whisper and he reached a hand up to rest it against his dongsaeng's cheek. Kyuhyun's