Super Junior / KyuHyun
Requested by bjaanesantosxoxo
Plot; When he courts you.
KyuHyun went into his closet and was looking for his navy blue blazer for your date. He wanted to look especially put together tonight. Glancing at the dresser in his bedroom, he grinned looking at the red velvet box. It contained couple rings. He thought that after almost 8 months of dates that you two were ready for that step and he hoped as he took the blazer off the hanger, and laid it with the rest of his clothes that you agreed.
Jumping in the shower, he scrubbed, washed, shaved all the while singing to himself. Something he rarely did, since singing was what he did all the time for his job. Only when he was really happy, or really nervous did he sing to himself. It was a coping mechanism that he’d learned to calm himself. Even though you two had been together for so long, it was still a short amount of time compared to some other people and he was afraid of what you’d say. He wished he could be sure of your thoughts. He turned the water off and as he dried, then lotion-ed himself, he wondered what you were doing.
Freaking out! That’s what you were doing. You couldn’t decide what to wear and the time to get ready was slowly ticking away. You couldn’t decide on the solid blue party dress or the cream sheath dress. More so, the blue suede box sitting on your night stand stood out every time you looked at the clock.
You and KyuHyun had been together for months now. Months! And he still hadn’t asked you formally to be his girlfriend. So since he was to afraid to do so, you had taken matters into your own hands after reading a lot of equality and feminist posts on your tumblr wall, and realized what a fool you had been to wait so long. You had wanted to be his girlfriend after the first date. Why were you waiting so long? If you wanted him, you had to go after him! Emboldened by that thought, you had gone to the jewelry store and purchased a set of couple rings. You specifically asked for a suede box, knowing velvet was a little to girly for a guy who shot zergs in the face every chance he got.
You settled on the cream sheath dress and picked out statement pieces of jewelry, a sparkly belt and metallic heels. That should catch his attention, and if not, the box would. While you were in the shower, a thought came to you, what if the box didn’t fit into your purse? You opened your eyes at that thought in shock and then doubled over in pain when the shampoo stung them. Ow! ow ow ow ow!!! Babo!
You stood outside the restaurant and pulled your shawl closer to your body. It was the last bits of winter, the air was warming up, but there was a sting and bite in the wind when it turned dusk. You saw KyuHyun’s car and waved after he parked. He got out of the drivers seat after he looked like he was talking to himself. You arched a perfectly sculpted brow at this. KyuHyun wasn’t one to act odd like that. Donghae Oppa and Henry sure.. but not KyuHyun.
“Hey..” he murmured against your temple as he kissed you quickly. “You look wonderful, as always.” his whisper caressed your ear and caused you to blush like peonies in spring.
“Thank you Oppa, you look quite dashing, I must say.” you smirked as his blush mimicked your own.
“This old thing?” he asked imitating HeeChul. You laughed so hard you almost snorted. People walking into and out of the restaurant looked at you oddly. You covered your mouth and tried to compose yourself without smearing your lip blam.
“Oppa!” you scolded playfully, “Stop that before people refuse to let us in! I’m hungry.”
“Okay okay, I’m sorry.” he held out the crook of his arm, “Shall we m’lady?” he asked gallantly. You rolled your eyes but took his arm and went in.
You both ate, and chatted and talked like nothing could stop you. It was only when he reached for his napkin, or you touched your purse that a look fell over your faces. Neither of you saw the other, only because you were too worried about your own to notice the others.
“Shall we go walk?” he inquired after you finished desert. You nodded and muttered something about less time on the treadmill later. You removed the broach from the shoulder of your dress and used it to pin your shawl closed so you were free to hold your purse in one hand, and his hand in the other. Walking the streets so late was dangerous at times, but you kept to well lit areas, never strayed away from main streets, and only ventured into the shadows to steal a sweet kiss or two when the nerve was got up between the two of you. Didn’t happen very often.
You both turned down a path you’d walked many times before and settled on a bench in front of the 4 tier fountain in the middle of the park. You chatted more, all about KyuHyun’s upcoming schedule, his leaving the country for the next Super Show, and the programs he’d been on lately that had kept him from you. All of which he apologized repeatedly for. He knew you wished he was around more often, but it was impossible with his schedules. You understood, and seldom complained. Just being with him, snippets at a time, were worth more than having a boyfriend around full time that you were less in like with.
“So, ______-ah, there’s um.. something I’ve wanted to bring up. I don’t know why it’s taken me this long to tell you and um… I’m not sure how well you’re going to take it. And I don’t know how our relationship is going to change but I hope it doesn’t ruin anything. I mean, we’re great friends and I enjoy spending time with you but… well it’s not what I want anymore.” he paused at the wrong time and your body posture went stiff.
“I see.” you said quietly. You silently willed yourself not to cry. “Well I’m glad you decided to treat me to dinner before you told me that you were getting rid of me.” you tried to keep the bitterness out of your voice and not act foul but it was difficult.
“What? No.. it’s not what you think.. please.. ” he motioned for you to not get up from the bench.
“What else can I think? You just blatantly told me you don’t want to be friends and spend time together anymore.” you said after brushing his hand off your shoulder and pulling your shawl tighter around your body. You felt a chill that wasn’t coming from the air.
“No.. no. ______-ah, don’t do this, let me explain please.” he stuttered as he followed you.
“Look,” you snapped as you turned on a dime and he almost ran into you, “If you didn’t want to be together with me for this long, then why didn’t you just say so. I am not some shriveled wallflower who needs a man to take care of her.”
“I never said—”
“I am my own person..”
“I know you are and I—”
“No one asked you to come save me anyway!”
You turned back on your heel and he sighed not quite understanding what was going on and why you wouldn’t let him talk, but he followed you the whole way back to your car. He stood in front of your door, and you went into a long rant about how he could fall on his keys, and by fall you meant face first, when he grabbed either side of your face and kissed you. This was altogether too much! How dare he.
But the more you fought to get away, the tighter he held on and deeper he kissed you. Before you knew it, his tongue was in your mouth and he had one arm wrapped around your waist. You were so shocked you didn’t know what to do. The feminist in your head was telling you to cuss him out further. No man would stand for something like this. Gender equality all the way! But the other half of you, the side that fought with your feminist ideals, the side that wanted to dress like a princess and be swept off your feet. The more his tongue caressed yours the less angry you got. There was no way he’d kiss you like this if he was breaking up with you. Once he had pulled away, and your body stopped quaking he bumped your nose with his causing you to breathlessly open your eyes.
“Are you going to listen to me now?” he questioned gently. You nodded, a little ashamed of flying off the handle.
“I was trying to say, I don’t want to be just friends who spend time together anymore. It’s not working for me. I want to officially be with you.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out the velvet box. You looked at it, then at him and laughed. You laughed hard, loud and long. KyuHyun looked confused and a bit hurt, not understanding what was so funny about his confessing his level of liking you.
“Is that… do you mean.. no? or?” he stumbled over his words. You looked at him and felt bad at your reaction.
“No my darling. I would never say no to your feelings. It’s just funny because..” you opened your purse and brought out the suede box. “I had the same idea.” he looked incredulously at the box and then at you.
“I guess we really are more alike than we thought. But, why? Why did you feel you needed to do this? Didn’t you think I would ask you?” he pondered as you compared rings. The style was almost exactly the same.
“Because I didn’t want to wait for you. I didn’t want to feel like I had to sit here and just be the “good girl” and wait for you to make up your mind. That’s not entirely fair to me. This is 2013, women go after what they want, and if that bone melting kiss is a peek at what’s to come between you and I, then I definitely want you.” you teased.
His only reaction was to blush a bright pink as you exchanged rings. His on the left hand, yours on the right hand. You interlaced fingers and you returned the favor from the kiss earlier.
I think I’m on a roll! :D