A/N: So I got a request for some fluffy Ryeowook, and I just feel like he’d be such a sweet caring s/o that this is what happened!
You jolted awake, staring wide eyed around your room as you came to your senses. It was just a dream. Nothing you had just experienced was real, and none of it could hurt you. That thought was not comforting enough to help you drift off to sleep though. Every time you closed your eyes, it was right there haunting you.
You grabbed your phone, noticing it was only 1am, not even a suitable time to give up on sleep. For a while you mindlessly flicked through games and apps on your phone before deciding to call your boyfriend Ryeowook for some comfort. You felt bad because of the time, but you knew he'd berate you for not calling if he found out you'd been alone and upset.
"Hello?" his groggy voice said from the other end.
"Hey," you replied, softly.
"What's wrong?" he asked, knowing you would only call this late with good reason.
"I had a bad dream," you told him. "I can't get back to sleep."
"Do you need to come round, or do you want me to come to you?"
"No, I just needed to hear your voice. It's comforting."
"That wasn't a yes or no question," he told you. "Give me a moment to find a jacket and shoes and I'll be right there."
"Really, Wook, you don't need to-"
"I do, you're upset, and you need my cuddles. I'm coming."
You couldn't help but smile at how caring he was as you thanked him. You really had won the boyfriend lottery when he asked you to be his.
Deciding sleep wasn't happening without Ryeowook beside you, you climbed out of bed and made your way to the kitchen. By the time there was a knock on your door, you had two cups of hot chocolate ready to be enjoyed.
As soon as you let him in, your boyfriend pulled you into a hug.
"I'm sorry you had a nightmare," he murmured.
"Thank you," you replied. "I made us hot chocolate. Can we sit in the living room and drink before bed?"
"Of course," he smiled as pulled back. "I love that you made me one too."
"I woke you up in the middle of the night. It's the least I can do."
"You know I'd rather you woke me than suffered alone," he pointed out.
"I do know, that's why I called."
He gave you a quick kiss, before the two of you snuggled on the sofa together in your pyjamas with hot chocolate in hand. Making sure to keep you distracted, Ryeowook engaged you in conversations about your day, and what you guys could do when you next had time off together. He knew that if you needed to tell him about your dream you would, otherwise taking your mind off it was the best thing he could do.
By the time the drinks were done you were starting to yawn. Putting the cups in the sink, soaking them so they could be dealt with tomorrow, the two of you headed to bed.
"Goodnight, angel," he whispered.
"Goodnight, my handsome prince," you muttered back.
There, safely nestled in between Ryeowook's arms, you were able to finally drift off into a peaceful sleep.
Synopsis: You have a small crush on your vocal trainer
Word Count: 370
Note: y’all need to really prepare yourself for how trash I am for Super Junior
Your crush on your vocal trainer had gone unacknowledged, unadmitted, and unaddressed, and that was how you planned to keep it.
"I think you know the song," Ryeowook said once you finished completely singing through your newest single-- a romantic ballad-- for the first time. He leaned forward onto his keyboard and tilted his head at you as he asked, "But do you know the song?"
Confused, your eyebrows twitched at the question, and you shifted under the intensity of his gaze. "What do you mean?"
His laughter, as he threw his head back, was an airy giggle. "I guess that didn't make a lot of sense, huh? I just mean, you sang really well--"
He paused just long enough for you to bow and say, "Thank you."
"-- It was technically perfect, but there's something a little lacking in your delivery." As always, Ryeowook delivered his criticism so delicately, it was hardly recognized as anything other than praise. He advised, "When you sing these kinds of songs, you sort of have to draw from your own experiences--"
Noticing how you frowned at his advice, he asked, "Are you okay? I don't mean for it to sound like I don't think you perform it well. Your voice is beautiful-- I just think that if you want to really connect with your fans. . ."
He trailed off as you nodded your head more enthusiastically. "I get it," you promised, forcing a smile onto your blushing face. "You're saying that I should make the audience to believe I feel this way."
Staring down at the lyrics, you thought, that shouldn't be so hard. This part about how it's better left unsaid-- that's how I feel about Ryeowook, isn't it?
His curious gaze burned into you briefly before he asked, "Do you want to talk about it? Whatever's bothering you?"
You shook your head. Maybe you would tell him someday that he was the person who occupied your thoughts when you sang the song, but for now-- for the sake of the performance, you claimed-- it was best left unsaid.
You softly replied, "No-- not today," and urged him with a smile to play the piano from the start of the song.
Ryeowook getting nervous and worried when you are late coming home due to traffic
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Worried Ryeowook would involve:
Him phoning you countless times when you are not home at the normal time after finishing work.
Making sure that the people you work with saw you leave the office safety and not being in any harm.
Sending text after text, asking you if you were okay.
Emailing you countless times, hoping it would be read.
Him pacing up and down the apartment, looking at the clock every few minutes hoping it would speed up and bring you to him.
Checking the news to see if there was any accidents that might have caused hectic traffic and for you to be coming home late.
Checking to see if there was any accidents regarding your vehicle, wishing that wasn't the case.
Running his fingers through his hair in frustration every time he would reach your voicemail instead of hearing your voice.
Him talking to himself and asking where you were as if you would reply.
Sighing nervously when the phone calls no longer go through and hoping that your phone just died and nothing worse.
Calling the other members, friends and family and asking if you had contacted them in anyway possible prior to finishing work.
Saying silent prayers above so you would be brought home safety to him
Trying to keep his mind preoccupied with composing some music to only create sad pieces that made him more nervous.
Hugging his plush giraffe and trying to calm his racing heart.
It had been three hours since you had finished work and Ryeowook was now on edge. He was no longer able to get through to you, nor did anyone else here from you. He was ready to just grab his coat and just run through the streets of Seoul to find you. Just as his nerves could no longer take it, the front door beeped open. The lock was undone and the door swung open with you in its doorframe. Before you could even fathom what the hell was happening, you were in a tight embrace.
‘Wookie?’ You questioned.
‘Where have you been?’ He asked, voice muffled as it was in your hair.
‘I’m sorry, there was heavy traffic and everything was backed up,’ You hugged him back tightly, ‘I didn’t mean to keep you up.’
‘I was just worried, why didn't you answer your phone??’ He asked, hold you by your shoulders, ‘I thought something had happened!’
‘It died, and I forgot to carry the power bank today.’ You cupped his face in your hands, stroking his cheeks gently, ‘I am fine baby…’
‘I just thought I lost you.’ Ryeowooks voice was nothing but a whisper at this point.
Leaning forward, you placed a small kiss on his lips. It was nothing heavy and passionate, just a peck of adoration and love. Pulling away, he blinked and a small smile grew on his face. You brushed his fringe out the way before smiling back at him. Never in your life did you image that someone would be so nervous and worried over you coming home late from work, but you were glad that it was by the man that you truly love.
‘Let’s take a bath and then go sleep, okay?’ You placed a kiss on his cheek before pulling him by the arm but he stayed in place, ‘Wookie?’
For a lot of people, working on their birthday would put a dampener on the day, but for Ryeowook, the whole day felt like one big party.
While Super Junior were getting in some last-minute rehearsals for the concert that night, you had arrived with a cake and some gifts. The Super Junior boys had given you anything they'd got for him too so you could bring everything to surprise him with.
His face lit up as you walked in and everyone stopped what they were doing to wish him a happy birthday. Once you'd put down the cake and bags you were carrying, he hugged you.
"This is perfect," he told you, "I'm so pleased you're here for my birthday."
"Me too," you grinned, "And I get to watch a Super Junior show!"
After a couple of hours relaxing together watching Ryeowook open all his presents, you were all now stood side of stage waiting for their concert to start. Leeteuk was half way through a pep talk, when you heard the crowd start singing happy birthday. You noticed Ryeowook's eyes grow wide as he became quickly distracted and pulled out your phone to quickly record his reaction. He was staring off in the direction of the stage with puppy eyes and a happy little pout on his lips.
As he turned and saw your phone pointed at him, he knew what you were doing.
"This is so sweet," he said. "15 years and I never quite get used to all the love from ELF. Saranghae!" As he finished speaking he made a love heart with his hands and kisses with his lips.
When you lowered the phone, he spoke to you. "Can you send that to me? I want to share it and thank them."
"Of course I will."
"Ryeowook, you back with us? We're on stage in like 2 minutes," Leeteuk's voice interjected.
"Right, yes, I'm here," he said, turning back to the group, a smile still on his face as he prepared to go out and spend his birthday with his Ever Lasting Friends.
