Part Thirty-Eight
Random Acts of Love: KyuWook Drabbles
Indirect Kisses
Before we dated, I would share my drinks with Ryeowook. It wasn’t just the fact that I would have less. I’m germaphobic. I hate sharing things, but he was always my exception, long before I even realized I was in love. If anyone else touched my drinks, I’d throw temper tantrums. Epic ones. I’d remind them about how often I got sick. Ryeowook would try not to drink from them, but I’d offer anyway. I wanted his germs. I wanted to touch what his lips had. For ages, that was as close as I got to a real kiss.
Wicked Ways
Before we dated, Kyuhyun was the only member that understood my sense of humor. We’re both a little naughty and too smart and witty for our hyungs. I was drawn in by his wicked plans to torment them and even by the way he teased me. Because he always teased me a little differently, you know. There was affection in it.
“Super Junior, Fighting!” we said into the camera together.
“I am maknae,” I said, mostly out of habit. Kyuhyun was still new then.
“I am Ryeowook,” he announced, forcing a laugh out of me.
Months of
Before we dated, I lived for Ryeowook touching me. I mean, I still love him touching me now, of course, but back then it was rare—although maybe not as rare as it should have been—and I was still trying to figure out what the hell it all meant
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