The sky's the limit; dream big ★ (deleaah) wrote,
The sky's the limit; dream big ★

I Still Care [1/14]

I Still Care [1/14]

Yesung/Ryeowook, a few ninjas
R | Romance, Drama
Life was never particularly kind to Ryeowook. If it meant indulging him in the riches, opportunies thrown at him, then he doesn't need that kindness. All he wanted is a friend, but it's much too hard to ask for.
Warnings: Mentions of drugs, weapons, some vulgar slips, insanely OOC


A random chick came up and sexually assaulted me. Kissing me on the lips and pushing me towards the wall.

She broke the kiss and greeted me with a seductive voice, “Hey Wookie,” while pressing her body on to me.

“Hey babe,” I carelessly replied, wrapping my arms around her waist. I have no idea who she is, but she’s hot.

“Wanna go somewhere more…private?” She asked, emphasizing ‘private.’ What a slut. I checked her up and down. Mini skirt, fishnet stocking, tube top, my favourite. The music from the club was giving me a headache and doing it on a sofa wasn’t going to help. It’s an open invitation and besides, I have no one today, so consider herself lucky.

“Sure, where to?” I asked, getting up and walking through the door. She never left my side.

“I know a hotel nearby,” she whispered in my ears mysteriously.

My arms magically found their place on her waist again. We swayed side to side as we walk.

Then someone stopped us in our path.

I stared at the person. How annoying.

“Yesung, why are you here, AGAIN?!” I stared at him, angrily. This was not the first time but like the millionth time. He’s worst than my own parents. They don’t even care about me.

“Wookie, don’t be like this,” Yesung replied with pleading eyes.

“Go away, leave me alone.”

I glanced at the chick, “Let’s go,” and continued walking.

Yesung grabbed my shoulder, “Wookie, go home.”

I sigh, this is getting tiring. “Why are you always interrupting me? “ I yelled at him, I could hardly care about all the glances I’m receiving.

“Because…I care for you Wookie…don’t do this,” Yesung answered in a gentle tone. Those words…are the words I’ve been wanting to hear…that someone actually cares for me.

I turned to the chick, “Sorry babe, today’s not the day. Maybe next time.”

She looked disappointed but didn’t want to disagree. She kissed me goodbye and
whispered,”call me later.”
I saw her figure disappearing; I don’t even know her name, so how am I supposed to call her?

“You happy now?” I asked, leaning on the wall.

“Yes, in fact, I’m very happy.” I heard a chuckle and turned to glare at him.

Every time he’s here, he ends up ruining the mood. I hate his personality, and how he’s always so caring towards others.

I turned away and started to walk off.

“Wookie, are you going to the training session tomorrow?” He asked in a hopeful tone.

“If I feel like it,” not stopping in my track.

“See you tomorrow!” He yelled happily.

It’s so easy to make him happy, and so easy to make him sad. I wonder why I love this idiot so much, when there’s a bunch of girls waiting for me. Sometimes I can’t understand myself either.

------ A year ago -------

“My son has the potentials to become an idol, that’s not too surprising.” My mother replied, not moving her glaze from the pile of paperwork.

“Ryeowook, that’s a great opportunity, you should try (it) out.” My father said, not even looking at me. He’s glued to his cell phone or something.

Even when it’s dinner time, they never forget their work. It all happened when my friends and I were coming home from the bar, drunk; when someone suddenly came up to me and started to introduce himself. He thinks I have the potentials to become an idol, and shoved me a business card that said “SM Entertainment.”

I didn’t even give the card a second glace until my mom heard it from one of her friends. They didn’t care if I became an idol or a not, they just think it’s great ‘publicity’ for the company. They were never a part of my childhood; I was always stuck with the nanny in charge of me. Sometimes they never spoke Korean, so we always ate dinner in silence.

“I’ll give it a try and if it’s too hard, then screw it,” I replied, picking at my food.

“Do whatever you like dear, we have the money to support you even if you don’t work,” my mother said.

Suddenly, Heeyeon, my mother’s personal assistant came running in.

She whispered something in my mother’s ear and did the same thing to my father.

“Sorry Ryeowook, we have something to attend to. We’re going to Australia for a while,” My father said, while grabbing his briefcase and headed out the door.

I got up and put my plates in the sink. I’m already used to being this huge house…alone; I’m used to them leaving to this Australia, The States, Canada, whatever.

It all started when I decided to go because my friend betted that I couldn’t last 6 months in training, I said I could, if I win, I would get his yacht, if I lost then he would get 2 of my watches.

I could hardly care if I lost 2 watches; it was my pride on the line.

Surprisely the teacher said that I had an amazing voice and debuting would be no problem for me. I continued my training and found out I was going to be debuted as ‘Super Junior.’ I then moved in the dormitories, my roommate was Yesung. At first he was okay… but then he got really nosy, always going in my business. What a nuisance. It was all worst when I found out he had the best voice out of all of us.

I started to sneak out of the dormitories at night, and arriving in the morning. At first Yesung freaked out but then he started to get used to me coming in drunk.Of course that didn’t stop him from bothering me with questions as to where I was. The rest of Super Junior was worried for me too but they gave up in the end trying to understand me, except for him. The questions were endless, and he never stopped looking at me with concern.

I was not used to someone actually caring for me…someone like Yesung.


Okay, so I'm new at writing fanfics ^^ I'm sorry if it's bad and Ryeowook's personality is like a 180 degree change XD
it was mentioned before that he was the fourth heavy drinker of suju and his bonamana perf inspired me XD

Comments are loved <3
Tags: fic: i still care, ryeowook, super junior, yesung, yewook
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