What a Ride

            I love going on rides almost as much as I love playing games.  Okay, that’s an exaggeration, but I do like them a lot.  Ryeowook, not so much, but I can talk him into going on almost anything with me.  He feels safer if I’m in the seat next to him.  Honestly, I’m not really sure why.  I tend to about being afraid of heights and trick him into peeking half the time.  But I know why I love going on rides with him.  Whenever I want to try something new—eat a new food, ride a new rollercoaster, visit a new country—I always want him there with me so we can share in the experience together.  Sounds a little overly sentimental, I know.

            Oddly enough, I’m not afraid of looking around when I’m high up in the air on a roller coaster or some other thrilling ride, but I find that I spend half my time looking over at Ryeong, trying to gauge his reaction.  Don’t tell him I said this, but he looks adorable when he’s scared.

Spousal Abuse

            “No one takes me seriously when I tell them that I’m a victim of spousal abuse, despite the fact that I have ample proof of this.  Ryeowook hits me at least once a day.  Usually more.  In contrast, I almost never lay a hand on him.  He would just hit me back harder, so I don’t dare.  At this point, I’ve given up hope of anyone taking pity on me.  I just wish I could be compensated in some way for it.  I mean, if I had a single won for every time Ryeowook has hit me since we’ve met, I would never have to work again in my entire life.”

            Ryeowook stared at me from across the table, glaring.  But it was Heechul that actually hit me this time.  “We would feel sorry you if it didn’t turn you on, you sick bastard!”

            I rubbed my sore chest.  “Does not!” I quietly denied.

            “Who wanted to be spanked last night?” Ryeowook questioned, smiling.

            I nearly slid across the table to cover his mouth.  “What happened to bedroom secrets?”

            Ryeowook bit my fingers and I yelped in pain, snatching my hand away.  “If you keep accusing me of spousal abuse, I’m really going to get nasty,” Ryeowook threatened me.

            What did I tell you?  You didn’t believe me, did you?

Devious

            We were ungodly early for the publicity event and I’d forgotten my phone.  You know what that meant?  I was going to die of boredom.  Literally die of boredom!  I mean, we had nearly an hour to kill and I had no games to play.  Ryeowook doesn’t keep any good games on his and even if I downloaded one, I’d still be beginning the damn thing.  Wasn’t worth it.  So, I was sitting there pouting as Sungmin was talking on the phone to his mother when Ryeowook tapped me on the shoulder.  I turned to face him—he was in the seat behind me—and he mouthed to me, “Let’s lock him out of the van.”

            My lips curved into a smirk.  How I managed to find someone as devious as me that is willing to put up with all my bull still floors me sometimes.  “You know I love you, right?”

            Ryeowook smiled at me and motioned with his chin for me to interrupt Sungmin’s call. 

            “Hey,” I said, nudging Sungmin with his elbow, who was closest to the van door, “let’s wait outside.  It’s stuffy in here.  I’m starting to sweat.”

            Sungmin nodded and mumbled to his mother that he was going to let her go and that he loved her.  He slipped his phone into his pocket and then slid the door open to the van just as I rushed to the front of the van to lock the doors up front.  Ryeowook slid the door back shut behind him and locked it.  Then we both returned to our seats and smiled as we watched Sungmin turn back to the van in confusion.  He stared through the window a moment as we tried to hold in our laughter, unsuccessfully.  Then he tried to open the door.

            “What the…you little s!” he cursed.  “Open the door!”

            I shook my head.  “No.”

            “If you don’t open this ing door, I’m going to beat the hell out of you later!”

            “You can try, hyung.”

            Sungmin narrowed his eyes at me.  Hearing me use the word hyung when I’m not in front of a microphone or not talking to Leeteuk is usually done to mock them and he knew it.  It only made him even more infuriated. 

            “Wookie,” Sungmin pleaded.  “We’r