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[August 23] [Super Junior] jasmine
Title: jasmine
Day/Theme: August 23 / Off the beaten path I reign
Series: Super Junior
Character/Pairing: Sungmin/Ryeowook
Rating: R
Ryeowook woke up with an aching head and feeling like he was drowning. It was only seconds later that his mind realized it was real, and he spluttered as he closed his mouth and tried to swallow the rest of the water in his throat down without spilling any of it.
"Hey, beautiful," Sungmin said, smiling, "how do you feel?"
Like someone hit me with a potted plant, that's what, Ryeowook thought, but kept his mouth tightly sealed. He tried to intensify the glare he directed to Sungmin, but Sungmin looked away, putting the bottle down and going through something on the kitchen table.
Ryeowook tried to move his hands, but Sungmin had taken the healthy precaution of keeping his hands tied in front of him. A little stupid, but maybe Sungmin hadn't meant to keep him confined. That, or he figured that tying his feet to the chair would work, too, and if he wanted to hit him, he'd fall flat on his face on the floor while bringing the chair down with him in his attempt to finish what he started.
He didn't even bother to muffle any sounds Ryeowook would have made. It was unsettling to realize that they were miles away from civilization, and in here, Ryeowook was at Sungmin's mercy, without any hope.
He bruised the inside of his cheek with his teeth, grimacing.
Sungmin puttered around the kitchen, looking thoroughly amused, and set down a plate of last night's dinner. Ryeowook watched him eat, slowly, and didn't speak even when Sungmin offered him a bite, taunting him with a fork. This must be why Kibum never liked him. Sungmin was always a little rude when he wanted to be.
When Sungmin was done, he dumped the plate into the sink. He left the room without giving Ryeowook so much as a backwards glance, and came back five minutes later, hiding something behind his back. The shit-eating grin hadn't changed, either.
“Let’s review the facts, shall we?” Sungmin said, brandishing the notebook Ryeowook had written in earlier, and Ryeowook smiled, warningly. “Oh, don’t be so angry, darling, I just found this while I was going through your things. You know I don’t mean any harm.”
“Says the person who wanted to kill me,” Ryeowook spat out.
“I didn’t want to kill you,” Sungmin said, pointedly looking at him, “you wanted to kill me. Technically, it was self-defense.”
“It isn’t self-defense if you hit Kyuhyun too,” Ryeowook said.
“Oh, him? Well, that’s different,” Sungmin paused, tapping his chin, “him, I wanted to kill. Not you.”
The sincerity was expected. Blunt and harsh, but still honest. Ryeowook stiffened in his seat as Sungmin came closer, bearing a tea cup. "Drink your tea," Sungmin said, "I made it just for you."
Sungmin waited, for a minute, but when Ryeowook kept his mouth closed, he sighed and took a large gulp, leaning closer to pry Ryeowook's mouth open with his tongue.
His mouth tasted like jasmine. Jasmine, and deceit.
Day/Theme: August 23 / Off the beaten path I reign
Series: Super Junior
Character/Pairing: Sungmin/Ryeowook
Rating: R
Ryeowook woke up with an aching head and feeling like he was drowning. It was only seconds later that his mind realized it was real, and he spluttered as he closed his mouth and tried to swallow the rest of the water in his throat down without spilling any of it.
"Hey, beautiful," Sungmin said, smiling, "how do you feel?"
Like someone hit me with a potted plant, that's what, Ryeowook thought, but kept his mouth tightly sealed. He tried to intensify the glare he directed to Sungmin, but Sungmin looked away, putting the bottle down and going through something on the kitchen table.
Ryeowook tried to move his hands, but Sungmin had taken the healthy precaution of keeping his hands tied in front of him. A little stupid, but maybe Sungmin hadn't meant to keep him confined. That, or he figured that tying his feet to the chair would work, too, and if he wanted to hit him, he'd fall flat on his face on the floor while bringing the chair down with him in his attempt to finish what he started.
He didn't even bother to muffle any sounds Ryeowook would have made. It was unsettling to realize that they were miles away from civilization, and in here, Ryeowook was at Sungmin's mercy, without any hope.
He bruised the inside of his cheek with his teeth, grimacing.
Sungmin puttered around the kitchen, looking thoroughly amused, and set down a plate of last night's dinner. Ryeowook watched him eat, slowly, and didn't speak even when Sungmin offered him a bite, taunting him with a fork. This must be why Kibum never liked him. Sungmin was always a little rude when he wanted to be.
When Sungmin was done, he dumped the plate into the sink. He left the room without giving Ryeowook so much as a backwards glance, and came back five minutes later, hiding something behind his back. The shit-eating grin hadn't changed, either.
“Let’s review the facts, shall we?” Sungmin said, brandishing the notebook Ryeowook had written in earlier, and Ryeowook smiled, warningly. “Oh, don’t be so angry, darling, I just found this while I was going through your things. You know I don’t mean any harm.”
“Says the person who wanted to kill me,” Ryeowook spat out.
“I didn’t want to kill you,” Sungmin said, pointedly looking at him, “you wanted to kill me. Technically, it was self-defense.”
“It isn’t self-defense if you hit Kyuhyun too,” Ryeowook said.
“Oh, him? Well, that’s different,” Sungmin paused, tapping his chin, “him, I wanted to kill. Not you.”
The sincerity was expected. Blunt and harsh, but still honest. Ryeowook stiffened in his seat as Sungmin came closer, bearing a tea cup. "Drink your tea," Sungmin said, "I made it just for you."
Sungmin waited, for a minute, but when Ryeowook kept his mouth closed, he sighed and took a large gulp, leaning closer to pry Ryeowook's mouth open with his tongue.
His mouth tasted like jasmine. Jasmine, and deceit.