TFAN, Part 29

Title: The Fight About Nothing
Author: aquariuslover
Pairing: KyuWook
Rating: R
Genre: Friendship, Love
Beta: unicornsinger

Summary: This is a completely fictional tale about the thin line between love and friendship, and how easily that line can become blurred.

TFAN Chapters

Chapter 29

When Kyuhyun awoke the next morning, he felt full of joy, with a huge smile plastered across his face. It has been almost three AM before he had managed to sneak out of the top dorm without being seen, but none of that had mattered to him…it had been worth it. Everything had been worth it, just like he had always known it would be.

Ryeowook loved him, like he had always known deep down in his soul. Nobody, not even Ryeowook, had ever been truly able to convince him otherwise, and nobody would ever be able to again.

He would take Yunho’s second choice, and he would make it work. Kyuhyun knew that he wasn’t normal by any means, and a long time ago, when he was very young, and before tragedy had marred him, he had latched onto Ryeowook. His bond with Ryeowook had always been intense, even when it had been camouflaged in friendship. It had always been the most important thing in his life, his friends, his family, and even his song.

He thought over all the moments of their shared life together, the wonderful happiness, and the horrid arguments that always arose when importance was shown to anything but their bond. He had always been jealous, and even the calmer Ryeowook had his own burst of unjustified jealousy before that one terrible fight that would redefine their life.

Their life would not be simple, though; he knew this, even if his lust made him reckless. He had made horrible mistakes last night, and he could never afford to make such mistakes again, because he was not willing to pay the price that would have to be paid.

“I’ve got to be more careful,” Kyuhyun whispered, chastising himself.

“I swear to God, if you get Gonorrhea, I am gonna kick your ass,” Sungmin said, plopping down on the bed beside him, all smiles.

“What? No!” Kyuhyun denied as he realized that Sungmin had overheard him. Sungmin sat on the bed, smiling down at him, already completely dressed.

“Then, what do you have to be careful about, Lover Boy?” Sungmin asked, smiling down knowingly at Kyuhyun, as the other man yawned and stretched out in bed, smiling back at him.

“Lots of things. I need to be more serious about the things and people I care about,” Kyuhyun said, sitting up in the bed, patting Sungmin on the arm.

“Umm…you are kinda scaring me, but in a good way. You better not have knocked her up. If the manager doesn’t kill you…what am I talking about? Of course the manager will kill you. He’s just looking for an excuse.”

“I didn’t knock anybody up,” Kyuhyun promised, laughing at the thought.

“Good! One Kyuhyun in this world is more than enough,” Sungmin said, getting up off the bed and walking toward the door.

“I couldn’t agree more.”

Sungmin turned around to really look at Kyuhyun. “You sound like you mean that.”

“I do mean it,” Kyuhyun said, sitting up at the side of the bed.

“So, you don’t ever want kids?”

“Nope, I want other things more,” Kyuhyun said, wiping his nose that was running. “Damn allergies.”

“So, who is going to take care of you when you get old? I will have retired from the job by then, I assure you.”

“My sister’s kids…they are going to love me way more than their loser dad,” Kyuhyun told Sungmin, with a glint of devilish delight playing in his eyes.

“I feel sorry for the man that marries into your family. God help him, because Ahra is almost as bad as you…almost,” Sungmin told him. “I can just-”

“Save me!” Donghae yelled as he burst into the room and jumped on Kyuhyun’s bed, almost knocking the other man off of it.

“Do I even want to know?” Sungmin asked in dread, watching Donghae roll around in Kyuhyun’s bed, trying to hide under the covers.

“Ryeowook is having the worse day ever!” Donghae informed them, pulling the covers up over his head.

“Why do you say that?” Kyuhyun asked fearfully, the smile that had been fixed to his face this morning instantly gone.

“He’s hungover for one, and it’s a bad one. I don’t know how somebody that little can vomit that much,” Donghae said, popping his head out from under the covers.

“He was in a weird mood last night. Something was really bothering him,” Sungmin agreed as he sat on his bed, looking at the two men across from him.

“Then Heechul starts attacking him,” Donghae said, sliding out from under the covers to come and sit beside a very worried-looking Kyuhyun.

“Why?” Sungmin wanted to know.

“I guess Ryeowook came home drunk last night and left the door to the dorm open. Heechul was pissed, because he thought his cats had got out. Ryeowook said he didn’t remember doing it, but Heechul didn’t care. Then Leeteuk joined in, telling Ryeowook that he needs to fix his problems and not drown them in alcohol,” Donghae explained, loving to gossip.

“How’s Ryeowook now?” Kyuhyun asked, concerned, but also wondering just how much Ryeowook remembered from their night together.

“He’s pissy now. He’s in DivaWook mode.”

“When you say pissy…does he seem angry at like one person in particular…or the whole world?” Kyuhyun asked, trying to hide his nerves.

“The whole world. I mean he wasn’t being very nice before Heechul lit into him, but now it’s even worse. He yelled at me for not cleaning up a mess…a very little mess, I might add. Shindong didn’t even ask for breakfast.”

“That bad,” Sungmin and Kyuhyun both said at the same time.

“That bad,” Donghae said, nodding his head. “Why exactly do we have to go to the KRY practice?” Donghae whined to Sungmin.

“Because we are going to be performing in Japan, too,” Sungmin told him. “I wonder if I have time to make Ryeowook a Bloody Mary?”

“The manager said to be ready in fifteen minutes…why aren’t you dressed?” Donghae asked, focusing on Kyuhyun.

“I was letting Lover Boy get a little extra sleep…he needed to replenish his strength,” Sungmin said, getting up to leave the room, and motioned for Donghae to follow him, so Kyuhyun could get dressed.

“So, you got lucky, and Ryeowook looks like he had the worst night of his life. If I were you, I wouldn’t rub that in his face,” Donghae warned as he shut the door behind him.

“Oh, believe me I won’t,” Kyuhyun suddenly felt very lightheaded.


Kyuhyun sat down on the couch next to Yesung, looking pitiful, as he let out a cough that caused Sungmin, who was sitting in the recliner, to roll his eyes in disbelief. “I swear, somebody who has been in the hospital as much as you should be able to fake being sick better than that.”

“I am not faking!” Kyuhyun practically screeched at Sungmin, angry that Sungmin was instantly on to him. “Do you see this snot running down my face? How could I fake that?”

“So what. You have a runny nose; it doesn’t mean you are sick,” Sungmin informed Kyuhyun, watching as the younger man wrapped an arm around Yesung.

“Nobody cares what you think. Yesung is the eldest hyung here, the most beloved hyung. He’s not an idiot. He knows how easy it is for my ears to get infected.”

“I do?” Yesung said absently at the younger man that had latched himself onto him.

“Yes, and it doesn’t matter if I am there or not. Yesung is the lead vocal, best vocal in Super Junior……he can cover for me without batting an eye,” Kyuhyun said, smiling at Yesung as if he was everything the younger man aspired to be.

“Holy Cow, he might really be sick,” Donghae declared from the other end of the couch after hearing Kyuhyun compliment Yesung at his own expense.

“Why, because he speaks the truth?” Yesung demanded.

“Please, why the sudden personality change? Why don’t you want to go to practice? You have never been scared of Ryeowook a day in your life,” Sungmin said, getting up from the recliner and walking over to Kyuhyun, grabbing him by the chin, studying him closely.

“I just don’t feel good! How hard is it for you to understand that?” Kyuhyun whined in his most convincing tone, making Sungmin let go of him. “Yesung, Hyung, please tell the manager that I can’t make it today.”

“Well, I don’t feel good either!” Donghae suddenly said, joining in, as he scooted closer to Kyuhyun. “I think I might have pneumonia.”

“Pneumonia?” Sungmin said in disbelief.

“Or Whooping Cough,” Donghae declared, faking a cough to sound convincing. Kyuhyun just shook his head, embarrassed for Donghae and his poor ability to lie.

“What the hell?” Sungmin cursed, but was unable to keep from laughing at Donghae.

The door to the dorm suddenly opened, and a very pale Ryeowook walked in, dressed in black and wearing sunglasses. He walked over to the recliner that Sungmin had abandoned and collapsed on to it.

Kyuhyun swallowed, feeling very nervous as he watched Ryeowook. Donghae scooted closer to Kyuhyun and whispered in his ear, “He looks like a vampire.”

“Rough night?” Yesung couldn’t help but ask with a smirk.

“Be nice,” Sungmin said, swatting Yesung’s leg. “Ryeowook, do you want me to make you a Bloody Mary?”

“Do I want to vomit more? No, I don’t. So no, thank you,” Ryeowook said in clipped voice, as he crossed his legs, not making eye contact with any of them.

“Would you like some headache medicine? Some water?” Sungmin offered, hovering over Ryeowook.

“I thought I already established that I didn’t want to vomit anymore? Do I need to make you a sign?” Ryeowook bit out at Sungmin in a tone that made the other men in the room flinch.

Donghae jumped up from the couch and announced in a soft voice as he backed away toward the door. “I am just going to go outside and wait for the van to arrive.”

“I think I will join you,” Yesung whispered, trying to disentangle himself from a very scared Kyuhyun who was clinging extra hard. “Let go of me,” Yesung hissed at Kyuhyun, jerking his arm free.

“Hyung, you can’t leave me!” Kyuhyun begged quietly as he hurried after Yesung, who was already at the door.

“Why the fuck is everybody yelling?” Ryeowook demanded as he rubbed his forehead. Sungmin, the only man left in the room with Ryeowook, eyed the door and considered running himself.


“You should go back there and tell him you’re sick,” Donghae suggested as he peered over the seat to look at Ryeowook, who sat in the very back of the van all alone.

“I don’t think that would be a very smart move,” Kyuhyun said from his seat beside Donghae.

“No, it is smart. He will start worrying about you and forget about his own problems. Then, he will be nicer,” Donghae explained, sliding back down in his seat beside Kyuhyun.

“If Sungmin knew I was faking, so will Ryeowook.”

“Well, he has a headache, so maybe he will be a little slower than normal. I think if you go back there looking all pitiful, he will forget about his headache and worry about you instead.”

“Does he look like he’s going to forget about his headache? I wonder if he remembers anything about last night?” Kyuhyun voiced the fear that had been consuming him all morning. “Doesn’t he seem more than hungover…doesn’t he seem mad to you?”

“Are you crazy? Why do you think I’ve been hiding all morning? He is definitely mad about something.”

“Did you go to the gym last night?” Kyuhyun asked suddenly, as another possible reason for Ryeowook’s anger popped into his head.


“Luna talked to him last night, didn’t she?”

“I totally forgot! Yes, he was all moody, but after talking to her, he got way worse. He insisted on going and drinking alone, and Eunhyuk couldn’t talk him out of it. I wonder if Luna and Ryeowook had a lovers quarrel? Why must love always be so difficult?” Donghae sighed sadly.

“I have no idea, but I wish it would stop,” Kyuhyun said, getting up from his seat to go confront Ryeowook.

Donghae suddenly grabbed his hand. “Be brave.”

“I will be,” Kyuhyun said as he left to discover just how much Ryeowook remembered from the previous night.

Kyuhyun couldn’t help but feel apprehensive when he took a seat next to Ryeowook. It took a couple minutes before he found his nerve and asked, “Do I need to apologize?”

Ryeowook, who still had his shades on, turned to look at Kyuhyun, as if he just noticed somebody had sat down beside him. “For what?”

Kyuhyun knew he couldn’t hide the confusion playing out across his face, and he wasn’t sure exactly how he should play this situation. “You can’t think of any reason?”

“There’s an ongoing list, but you’re going to have to be more specific,” Ryeowook snapped, rubbing his temple.

“Err - ” Kyuhyun began but Ryeowook took his hand interrupting him.

“I’m sorry. My head is just killing me. Is there something you should apologize for? Are you sorry for something? What did you do now?” Ryeowook said, leaning his head back against the seat.

“For trying to make you jealous,” Kyuhyun whispered. Kyuhyun thought that sounded better, and probably was safer than telling Ryeowook he was sorry for taking advantage of him when he was drunk…especially if Ryeowook didn’t remember it.

“That. A part of me, the really nice part that loves you more than anything, wants to tell you no problem. Unfortunately, the other part of me that seems to be in control today, wants to slap the shit out of you,” Ryeowook hissed at him, causing the younger man to flinch. Kyuhyun couldn’t ever remember Ryeowook wanting to hit him. “I wouldn’t, though,” Ryeowook continued, still holding onto Kyuhyun’s hand.

“Did Luna tell-” Kyuhyun began, but Ryeowook interrupted him again.

“Yes, Luna told me. Luna told me everything about her disgusting encounter with you and that…that thing.”

“She really wasn’t that bad.”

“I am not interested in hearing about her finer qualities,” Ryeowook practically growled at him.

“No, but I told her to play it up for Luna. I knew Luna would run back and tell you everything.” Kyuhyun couldn’t help but smile at Ryeowook’s jealousy that he wasn’t even bothering to hide today.

“So, all of this excruciating pain in my head is your fault? You did this to me,” Ryeowook seethed at him, pulling his hand away.

“Guilty, but if it makes you feel any better she - ” Kyuhyun stopped suddenly before going and further and looked over the seat and made sure nobody was eavesdropping on them.

“She’s what? She’s a beautiful slut that probably has your named tattooed across her-”

“She thinks I’m a eunuch,” Kyuhyun whispered to the man beside him, enjoying the look of shock on Ryeowook’s face as he whipped off his shades to get a better look a Kyuhyun.

“A eunuch…a eun - ”

“I was castrated in the wreck. It’s a big secret that I have managed to hide from all the fans,” Kyuhyun told Ryeowook as he reached up a hand to trace the other man’s very bloodshot eyes.

“So she cornered you and…you thought up this lie to get out of having sex with her? Kyuhyun, I swear…you shouldn’t joke about something like that, especially considering your luck,” Ryeowook said, shaking his head, but immediately regretting it as the headache increased.

“I didn’t tell her that. My sister did,” Kyuhyun told the other man, hating how miserable he looked, and hating that he had made him like this.

“Ahra?” Ryeowook asked, even more confused now.

“Yeah, Jia Li is like a stalker of mine, and she hunted up Ahra when she was in Paris.”

“Zhou Mi set you up with a stalker? She stalked Ahra in Paris? You are lucky you made it out alive!”

“Yeah, but she isn’t that bad. Apparently Ahra gets along with her, but Ahra knew Jia Li didn’t have a chance in hell with me…because Ahra knows that I love - ”

“You have never admitted that to her, though?”

“No, I have never given her the satisfaction of telling her she was right. I can just hear her now, laughing that she knew before I did,” Kyuhyun said as he wiped his nose on his shirt.

“Kyuhyun, don’t do that,” Ryeowook said, pulling Kyuhyun’s sleeve away from his nose.

“Should I just let it drip down my face?” Kyuhyun said as he felt himself leaning into Ryeowook.

“You should get up and go get a tissue from the front,” Ryeowook told him as he found the other man resting against his shoulder. “I do not think I gave you permission to use me as your human pillow.”

“Can I?” Kyuhyun pleaded, pulling his head away to look at Ryeowook.

“No,” Ryeowook told him as he put his shades back on.

“Why not?” Kyuhyun couldn’t help but whine.

“Because I feel miserable today, and it’s all your fault,” Ryeowook said, leaning against the side of the van away from Kyuhyun.

“If you didn’t make me crazy all the time, I wouldn’t have to resort to such extreme measures,” Kyuhyun whispered to him. “Are you sure you aren’t mad at me for another reason?”

“Go away,” Ryeowook ordered, not answering the question.

“Can’t we nap together?” Kyuhyun whispered, pulling at Ryeowook’s wrist. “I just - ” Kyuhyun stopped suddenly as he let out a huge sneeze. “Damn allergies.”

“Go get some tissues, and stay away from me. I’m not in the mood for you right now. We don’t have time to nap. We will be there shortly,” Ryeowook told him, pulling his arm away.

“Ryeowook,” Kyuhyun begged, hurt.

“I promise we will talk later. Just let me recover for now. I just need to control my headache and think. Please go.”

“Okay, I’m leaving,” Kyuhyun said, getting up quickly, worried about what that future talk would entail.


Most of the day had been dreadful, as they rehearsed at the SM recording studio for their upcoming KRY concert in Japan. Yesung had a horrible time remembering lyrics, the music caused Ryeowook pain, Donghae was hiding out with other SM artists, and Sungmin just sat around, looking bored most of the day.

When the producer had called Sungmin and Donghae in to work on their song and had given KRY a break, Kyuhyun had sighed in relief. He was eager to talk with Ryeowook and determine exactly what the other man remembered. Unfortunately for Kyuhyun, after he had come out of the recording studio, Ryeowook was already gone, and nobody knew where he had gone.

Kyuhyun felt like he had opened a hundred doors before he opened the door leading to a small room set up as a kitchen. He flipped on the lights and found Ryeowook sitting on the counter in the back of the room, leaning his head up against the refrigerator. The only piece of furniture in the room was a table with six chairs around it.

Now that he had found Ryeowook, he wished he hadn’t. Sober Ryeowook and drunken Ryeowook were two completely different people, and he knew that better than anybody…and had taken full advantage of it.

“I did something that I shouldn’t have. If I was smart as I claimed to be, I would never tell you, but I have to.” Kyuhyun stated, hating his voice, which hadn’t cracked once today in practice, but now cracked, revealing all his fears.

“Lock the door, and come here,” Ryeowook told him, not moving from his seat on the top of the counter as he motioned for Kyuhyun to come to him.

Kyuhyun locked the door and approached the other man and stopped less than a foot away. “Ryeowook, last night you were really wasted and I - ” Kyuhyun never finished the sentence, due to Ryeowook pulling him in closer for a kiss. Kyuhyun easily melted into the kiss that was neither rushed nor desperate, unlike any of their previous kisses. When Ryeowook finally ended the slow, deep kiss, he just smiled at Kyuhyun.

“You know?”

“I know,” Ryeowook told him, adoration shining in his eyes.

“I couldn’t…I couldn’t…You know?”

Ryeowook smiled, running a hand up Kyuhyun’s arm. “My head hurt so bad this morning. I hardly knew anything, most everything was a blur…but it’s all come back to me now.”

“You’re not mad?”

“I’m not mad.”

“This is great!” Kyuhyun said, putting both hands up to Ryeowook’s face, quickly lathering Ryeowook’s face in kisses. “So what does this mean? You aren’t mad? Do I dare hope?”

“Depends on what you are hoping for?” Ryeowook said with a big grin.

“I am hoping all this stupid, stupid, unnecessary waste of time is over. I am hoping that we get to be together, and you stop torturing us,” Kyuhyun told Ryeowook honestly, with his hands still on the other man’s face.

“I love you. You love me. Nobody is more tired of fighting this than I am. I have been fighting it even longer than you…it feels like years. I am willing to take the chance, and I pray if anybody gets hurt, it’s limited to the two people in this room…because I am still convinced someone will,” Ryeowook told Kyuhyun with tears forming in his eyes.

“I know what you are saying, but I can’t be sad…because I’m too happy!” Kyuhyun said, breaking away from Ryeowook and raising his hands up in victory. “YES!” Then Kyuhyun actually twirled, causing Ryeowook to laugh. “One night with me, and suddenly you change your tune,” Kyuhyun said cockily at Ryeowook.

“If I remember correctly, and I’m pretty sure I do…I did all the work.”

“Oh, you remember that, huh?” Kyuhyun smiled, trying to look ashamed, but failing miserably. “And might I add, what good work you do.”

“You might be a little biased,” Ryeowook said, shaking his head at the man who had squeezed up between his legs and encircled his waist with his arms.

“No seriously. I would have thought you were a professional,” Kyuhyun told Ryeowook, grinning at his back-handed compliment and the look of outrage it caused on Ryeowook’s face.

“So not funny!” Ryeowook said, swatting Kyuhyun’s butt.

“Don’t be mean,” Kyuhyun said, grabbing Ryeowook’s hands. “I meant it in the nicest way possible. You fucking amaze me.”

Ryeowook blushed. “That’s your new favorite word?”

Kyuhyun shook his head in eager agreement. “Fucking love you, fucking loved last night, and I fucking love that last night made you change your mind,” Kyuhyun said, pushing in for a deep kiss that was all tongues.

Ryeowook broke away from the kiss. “I hate to tell you this, but I actually changed my mind a couple days ago.”


“The morning after I drugged you, when you were telling me off in grand fashion, I might add…something you said just clicked. You stormed off mad before I could tell you, though.”

“Are you lying? It’s cruel to lie,” Kyuhyun said, his mouth dropping open in shock as he backed away.

“No, you convinced me. I truly changed my mind then. For the first time, I thought we might be able to hide this from everybody. I went to tell you later that morning in the van, but you were on the phone with Jia Li, making plans for your date.”

Kyuhyun’s mind raced back to that morning. “I’m an idiot. I should have known; you were happy and touchy. I’m a complete idiot.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” Ryeowook told him, laughing at the look of anguish on Kyuhyun’s face.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You said that you finally agreed with me. I thought it best to see how it played out. My need to be with you can easily be cancelled out by what I think is best for you,” Ryeowook told him, reaching a hand out and pulling Kyuhyun closer to him.

“It was all to make you jealous, though. Eunhyuk knew it was to make you jealous….the one time he keeps his mouth shut.”

“It’s hardly Eunhyuk’s fault. You succeeded, by the way. I was consumed with jealousy. When Luna told me about your little date…I felt anger that I didn’t even know I was capable of.”

“You were,” Kyuhyun said, smiling as he intertwined his hands with Ryeowook’s. “Weren’t you curious why I brought my date to that gas-inducing restaurant?”

“No, I was too busy thinking of this beautiful model being all over you and you liking it. Easy access? Who the hell says that?” Ryeowook said, shaking his head, disgusted at the memory.

“Luna did tell all. She did good for once.” Kyuhyun actually was beaming. It felt so good to know that Ryeowook had been eaten up with jealousy.

“She wanted to form a posse and go rescue you,” Ryeowook said, laughing at Kyuhyun.

“I don’t believe that. She wants you…I would know.”

“You’re too rude to know anything. She is just a friendly kid who knows you are important to me, even if she doesn’t know why,” Ryeowook told him as he swung their intertwined hands back and forth.

“My sweet, little fool, how am I ever going to keep all the she devils off of you? It’s going to be a challenge to not give myself away,” Kyuhyun said, bringing Ryeowook’s hand up to his mouth and kissing it.

“I think you underestimate yourself. I do believe you have played jealous friend enough that nobody will think twice about it,” Ryeowook told him, his eyes glued to Kyuhyun’s mouth, as the other man sucked on his little finger.

“Ryeowook, there are rules to follow now,” Kyuhyun sighed and explained, dropping their hands away from his face.

“You’re offering to follow rules? It can’t be.”

“After talking to Yunho, I know we have to be careful. I am for any rule that protects our ability to have lots of sex with each other. Speaking of that, when do you think - ”

“Yunho? You talked to Yunho? Yunho knows about us?” Ryeowook asked, completely shocked, pushing Kyuhyun away.

“I thought you knew? I figured Eunhyuk informed you of all his plots to scare me away?” Kyuhyun said, maintaining his distance and watching the other man panic.

“No, how did Yunho find out? I thought Eunhyuk knew how dangerous this was? How dare he tell…he told Yunho? Yunho knows that we are…this is not good. I don’t-” Ryeowook stopped suddenly as Kyuhyun moved in for a kiss to hush him.

“Shhh, it’s okay. I told Yunho. DBSK dealt with this same sort of thing, and he was very helpful. Eunhyuk thought Yunho would scare me off, but instead he gave me hope. Yunho won’t tell anybody. He’s cool; I promise.”

“DBSK dealt with the same thing?” Ryeowook asked, his mind focusing on that one part. “They must be the guys that Eunhyuk warned me about, but he said they were from Japan.”

“Well, they kinda were, I suppose,” Kyuhyun told Ryeowook, watching him lovingly as the other man took in the news.

“Hope? How could he give you any hope at all? What happened to DBSK was a tragedy.”

“I highly doubt that the DBSK lawsuit had anything to do with Yoochun and Jae being lovers. I mean, they are still super tight. They left together, so at least their love won out.”

“Yoochun and Jae? Did he tell you that? Are you sure it wasn’t Yunho and Jae? It had to have been Yunho and Jae. Do you pay attention to anything that does not directly involve you? Did you never notice how those two used to be around each other?” Ryeowook said, unable to stop laughing at how foolish Kyuhyun was.

“Yunho isn’t gay! He’s straight…like super straight. He has a girlfriend that he adores? That adores him? They, like, have their kids already named.”

Ryeowook gently whacked Kyuhyun in the head. “Jae is not a normal man. Put him with the Holy Pope of Rome, and sparks would fly.”

“Yunho isn’t gay.”

“I am just saying even the straightest man in the world would have a hard time resisting Jae. I mean, DBSK went years without a break, and Jae used to look at Yunho like he was what was for dinner.”

“Yunho isn’t gay,” Kyuhyun refused to believe such a thing.

“You act like I am insulting him? It’s okay for you to be gay, but not for Yunho?”

“I’m not gay.” Kyuhyun informed Ryeowook, causing the other man to do a double take.

“Oh, please explain this.”

“I am one person sexual. I’m Ryeosexual,” Kyuhyun informed him, trying hard to keep a straight face.

“You’re a crazy nut, that’s what you are! Come here,” Ryeowook told him, pulling Kyuhyun back into his arms, welcoming him with a thirsty kiss that left Kyuhyun breathless as Ryeowook’s tongue explored every inch of his mouth.

Their desire became very intense very quickly, and their entire bodies began to respond. “Let’s move to the table,” Kyuhyun mumbled through the kiss, as he felt Ryeowook’s hands sliding underneath his pants.

“Let’s just move to the floor,” Ryeowook told him as he hungrily kissed him back.

“What if they come looking for us?”

“That’s why I had you lock the door,” Ryeowook told him as his hands reached in and cupped a very hard Kyuhyun.

“Wait!” Kyuhyun ordered, breaking away from Ryeowook, much to the other man’s shock. “I don’t have anything with me…and we have to be smart. I was stupid last night. If you had any idea how close Heechul and Leeteuk came to catching us - ”

Ryeowook pointed out, annoyed, “Because you left the freaking door to the dorm open! I think I remember getting my ass chewed for that…thanks, by the way.” Ryeowook eyed Kyuhyun, his desire still strong. “We can talk about this later. I need you now.”

“I also left the door to your bedroom open.”

“Are you crazy?” Ryeowook screeched at him, his desire suddenly gone. “They could have walked in and caught me with your…are you crazy?”

“Yes, I am. I am trying to work on it, though. I am not going to risk this…us for anything…not even sex on the floor. God help me.”

“How could I have explained that? How does one explain blowing a group member? I tripped and fell on his cock doesn’t seem to cover it,” Ryeowook said, still rattled at the thought of Leeteuk and Heechul catching them.

“Ryeowook, calm down; they didn’t catch us. Luck was with us last night, and we are going to be so smart from now on, that we aren’t even going to need luck.”

“We live in a dorm full of nosey boys who are always in our business. The only one that knows about us isn’t very likely to be our lookout. How do you suggest we be smart?” Ryeowook asked, frazzled now.

“Well, obviously, we can’t have sex in the dorm…until we get way sneakier about it…and quieter. I am a little loud, and I tend to talk.”

“Ya think?”

Kyuhyun gave Ryeowook a look that suggested he wasn’t very amused. “I am so glad you remember everything now.”

“Don’t pout,” Ryeowook said, with a smile breaking through.

“I’m not pouting. Wasn’t my coolest moment, I will admit, but-”

“It was totally hot,” Ryeowook told him, eyeing him seductively.

Kyuhyun couldn’t help but blush. “Stop. I have to think.”

“I’m sorry. Tell me where we can have sex, so we can go there…now,” Ryeowook told him, blushing at his own brash behavior.

Kyuhyun took five steps back, smiling like an idiot. “Be good! You are erasing my mind…I was thinking hotels.”

“Won’t that look suspicious? I’m game, though, let’s sneak out of here,” Ryeowook teased, but he didn’t move from his seat on the counter.

Kyuhyun held both of his hands up. “Down, boy! I meant when we are away having activities. We will just always have to end up roommates, which I can arrange easily enough.”

“We don’t have anything scheduled out of the country till the KRY concert…two weeks from now? I can’t wait that long!”

“I totally agree, and that’s why there is a second option. It’s quite clever, actually, if I must say so myself,” Kyuhyun told him with a huge grin, impressed with his own intelligence.

“I’m waiting with bated breath.”

“My parents both work. The house is totally unoccupied during the day. There is nothing suspicious about us going to my family home. You have been there many times.”

“I am not having sex in your parent’s house!” Ryeowook informed him, with his jaw dropping open.

“Why not?” Kyuhyun asked, totally bewildered at the man’s response to his offer.

“It’s wrong!”

“It isn’t like we are going to have sex on their bed. We will go to my room…they will never know,” Kyuhyun said, stepping closer to the man to calm him.

“What if they come home early? It isn’t like you can lock them out? They have keys,” Ryeowook said, not giving in, as Kyuhyun engulfed him in a hug.

“We will block the doors with furniture and tell them we thought we saw a crazy fan outside,” Kyuhyun explained, lowering his head to rest it against Ryeowook’s chest.

“You are crazy.”

“Crazy for you.”

Ryeowook rolled his eyes. “I’m worse, because I am listening to you!”

“Tomorrow, then?”

“Tomorrow,” Ryeowook agreed; the eagerness could be heard in his voice as he hugged Kyuhyun tight. “Tell me more about your talk with Yunho.”

“Well, he said there were two choices. We could sacrifice our own happiness for all the people around us, or we could just go for it and lie for the rest of our lives…and risk being the cause of our own ruin.”

“Choice one is hard. I tried that route, but it nearly killed me…you weren’t any help, by the way,” Ryeowook told him as he ran a hand through Kyuhyun’s hair, and the other man snuggled into his arms.

“Aren’t you glad I’m so selfish?”

“Now I am, and I hope I always am,” Ryeowook said, with bittersweetness coating his every word.

“You will be. I promise,” Kyuhyun said, lifting his face up to Ryeowook’s and kissing the other man slowly and tenderly. Ryeowook’s whole body responded as he wrapped his legs around Kyuhyun, pulling the man tighter against him. The kiss soon became more and more intense, causing Kyuhyun to break way and blurt out, “The door is locked.”

“That it is,” Ryeowook said, jumping off the counter, and he immediately started unbuttoning Kyuhyun’s pants. “I think I will practice some more…since I’m such a natural.”

“I mean - ” Kyuhyun started, but stopped suddenly; his body shook with anticipation when Ryeowook pulled his pants and his boxers down, getting down on his knees. “It just doesn’t seem fair, you keep giving and I just keep taking - ”

“Kyuhyun,” Ryeowook said, looking up at the man as his hands massaged Kyuhyun’s inner thighs. “I want this. I’ve wanted it all day. I love your cock.”

“Well as long as you’re - ” Kyuhyun stopped as his phone started ringing. Kyuhyun immediately grabbed his phone and put it on silent. He dropped the phone on the floor and grabbed the counter as Ryeowook took him in his wet mouth.

“Fuck - ” Kyuhyun moaned; his two hands gripped the counter top, holding himself up as his legs turned to jelly. “It’s so good…so good.”

“I love you, so much. There is nothing in this world that could make me give you up. Nothing, I love you so much,” Kyuhyun rambled breathlessly as he risked releasing one hand from the counter to run it through the top of Ryeowook’s hair.

“Oh, that’s so good…so good. You love my cock; well, my cock loves you, too,” Kyuhyun panted as his hand tightened around Ryeowook’s hair. “Fuck, Ryeowook you look so hot.” Ryeowook’s phone suddenly went off. “What are you doing?” Kyuhyun yelped as Ryeowook released him from his mouth and grabbed his phone from his pocket.

“I know you didn’t just stop to answer the phone!” Kyuhyun was flushed and flabbergasted. “You can’t stop. That totally isn’t cool.”

“It’s the ring tone I have set for your mom,” Ryeowook explained as he stood up.

“My mom? How the hell does she know? She’s uncanny, I tell you,” Kyuhyun said, suddenly feeling very exposed.

“Hello! Yes, he’s with me,” Ryeowook said, answering the phone. Ryeowook pulled the phone away and told Kyuhyun, “She wants to talk to you.”

“I can’t talk to my mother.” Kyuhyun said shaking his head as he pointed down to his very hard cock. “I am kinda in full salute here. I can’t talk to my mother like this.”

“She sounds upset!” Ryeowook said, pushing the phone into Kyuhyun’s hands.

“Ryeowook!” Kyuhyun hissed, but he took the phone. “Hey, Mom, what’s up?” Kyuhyun asked, laughing at his own joke, causing Ryeowook to roll his eyes. Ryeowook watched as Kyuhyun’s mood suddenly changed, and all the blood drained from his face. “Dad…hospital…No…is he going to be okay….Mom…I’m sorry. I will be there...I promise.”

Ryeowook pulled up Kyuhyun’s boxers and jeans. He picked up his phone from the floor and slipped it in Kyuhyun’s pocket as the other man stood there, frozen. “Kyuhyun, tell me what…”

“Umm…umm,” Kyuhyun said, backing away from Ryeowook quickly. “My dad has been in a really bad accident…a wreck. I gotta go to the hospital.”

“Let’s go right now,” Ryeowook said, taking a step toward Kyuhyun, which caused the other man to jump back like Ryeowook’s touch was suddenly poisonous.

“No.” Kyuhyun said, wiping the tears away that were escaping from his eyes. “You can’t come with me. I am sorry, but you just can’t,” Kyuhyun told him as he turned around and ran for the door.

Ryeowook’s feet were glued to the floor as the impact of Kyuhyun’s rejection washed over him. He watched as Kyuhyun flung the door open, almost colliding with Sungmin on his way out.

“Where have you been…what’s wrong?” Ryeowook heard Sungmin ask Kyuhyun as the younger man engulfed him in a hug. Kyuhyun was crying uncontrollably now.

“My dad’s been in a wreck. It’s my fault. They don’t think he is going to live. Will you go to the hospital with me?” Kyuhyun pleaded, breaking free of the embrace.

“Yes, of course,” Sungmin agreed, as Kyuhyun grabbed his arm, and they both took off running down the hall.

Ryeowook, who remained in the room unnoticed by Sungmin, crumbled to the floor and wished he was dead for the first time in his life.
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