Part Nine
Random Acts of Love: KyuWook DrabblesTurbulence
I jolted awake when the plane shook hard. We fly all the time—I’m used to rough trips—but this wasn’t the usual amount of turbulence. From beside me, Kyuhyun grasped my arm.
“We’re just flying through a thunderstorm,” he said as the lights flickered.
I looked around the plane. Other passengers began to get startled by the constant rocking and tensed. I felt my stomach churn as the plane dipped a bit.
“Look at me.”
I turned to look at Kyuhyun.
“We’ve been here before. It will be okay.”
I nodded. “I know,” I said, soaking up his assurance.
Bedhead
Ryeowook never leaves the dorm without a hat, unless he’s had time to style his hair. He’s afraid of having his picture taken. Fans pop up everywhere. And they don’t know what they’re missing out on. My favorite view of him is in the morning, when the sun begins lighting up the bedroom and we’re lying together. Ryeowook’s hair is a glorious mess, sticking up every which way from tossing and turning…or from my fingers playing in it throughout the night. His strands are as soft as feathers and smell faintly of cucumber-melon shampoo. He’s so breathtakingly beautiful like this.
Vacation
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