27. He’s good at dodgeball 

(in theory, since all he does is avoid the ball)

“Get the ball! Get the ball! GET THE BALL!”

Ryeowook didn’t get the ball. In fact, he moved farther away from it. Another player sprinted for his spot but alas, it was too late as the ball hit the sand and Team Super Sapphire lost another round of foot-beach-volleyball. Heechul AKA shrieking-guy-on-sidelines all but had a conniption. Kyuhyun slid to the other side of the bench.

As the volunteers set up for the next round, Ryeowook jogged over to Kyuhyun. Luckily, Screamy Screamerson had stormed off to confront the team captain, instead of mauling his sports-fail of a boyfriend.

“Hey.” Kyuhyun stood and caught Ryeowook in a light hug, then pecked him on the lips.

“Hey,” Ryeowook said. “Did Heechul blow out your eardrums yet?”

“No, but he did try his best. Dude is like the world’s worst cheerleader.”

Ryeowook groaned as they plopped back onto the bench. “I’m so sorry. This is not how I wanted to spend our weekend together.”

“Now, now, it’s not so bad.” Kyuhyun Ryeowook’s hair which was slightly dampened with sweat. “A couple more losses and your dorm is out of the tournament. Just keep up what you’ve been doing, and this’ll be done in no time.”

Ryeowook managed a dry chuckle.

Truth be told, Kyuhyun was less than pleased about having to share his weekend of Ryeowook with a bunch of sported-up theater geeks. And for once, it wasn’t out of pure jealousy. Things had been getting busy this semester for both of them, leaving little extra time during the week for them to drive down and see each other, and the distance was taking a mental toll.

More than Kyuhyun would like to admit, it was hard being away from Ryeowook. Sure, he could function—pass a test, hang out with friends, maybe see a movie—but any satisfaction gained from those activities would fade come nightfall as he lay alone in bed aching for a face and body forty miles away from him. Needless to say, it’d been one rough, sleepless semester.

This weekend was supposed to be their first full day together in months, but unfortunately, his ever-generous Ryeong had been roped into filling in for one of his dorm members in the foot-volleyball tournament.

Kyuhyun didn’t want Ryeowook feeling guilty though, so he tried to focus on the bright side, like how hot his boyfriend looked in a tight black tank top. Bare, lean arms. A slight summer tan. Damn, he was toned.

Kyuhyun ran his fingers down Ryeowook’s muscular back, drawing slight shivers out of the smaller. In turn, Ryeowook settled a hand on Kyuhyun’s thigh. That was enough. They pulled into a kiss, the most natural motion in the world to them by now. Kyuhyun had just started nipping on Ryeong’s collarbone when a shout broke them out of their embrace.

Heechul. Park. Tournament. Ryeowook pulled away, but Kyuhyun was far from done.  

“The things I’m going to do to you once we get back to your dorm,” he breathed, catching his boyfriend’s hand.

Ryeowook stood without breaking eye contact. “I’ll lose quickly.”

28. He has flawless skin.

Watching your lover sleep was an act of textbook romance.

How to admire the gentle slope of his nose, the sharp cut of his jaw: those notes came straight out of chapter one. It mentioned nothing about reclaiming your stolen breath though; that was fun to figure out.

Chapter two was about getting close without waking him up. Breath lightly. No kissing, even if his slept with lips slightly parted, which he did.

Ryeowook’s eyelashes, almost always accentuated with a touch of makeup, were now (not unlike the rest of his body). He hated how light they were, but Kyuhyun loved them best because then only he could get close enough to see their delicate curl. And even though he was so close his breath ghosted Ryeowook’s cheek, Kyuhyun couldn’t find a single blemish on his lover’s skin. No pores. No scars. Not even the mole near his eye interrupted the creamy texture of his cheek.

Chapter three had something about not letting his soft earthy scent get to your head, but Kyuhyun must have glossed over that section, because soon he nuzzled Ryeowook’s neck and breathed in Ryeowook’s scent, and wound his hands around Ryeowook’s waist until all which filled his head was Ryeowook, Ryeowook, Ryeowook.

And as Kyuhyun murmured “IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou,” into the smaller one’s neck ten thousand times, his boyfriend curled lightly into his chest and let out a contented sigh.

Because that’s what chapter four was about: loving him. Simply, loving him.

29. He does not play videogames.

“Man, I thought watching you die over and over would get old over time, but it really hasn’t,” Kyuhyun said with a chuckle.  

“Kyukyu!” Ryeowook smacked his boyfriend in the chest. “Are you on my side or not?”

“Are you on your side? Because with the number of times you’ve died so far, I’m starting to think you don’t want to beat this game.”

Ryeowook shoved the laptop to the side, faceplanted himself into Kyuhyun’s lap, and screamed. “If I don’t kill this boss tonight, my life is meaningless,” he said, voice muffled.

“Oh, come on, even I’m not this dramatic about my games.” Kyuhyun rubbed the smaller’s back. “You want me to just beat this boss for you?”

“No!” Ryeowook jerked up. “I have to beat him, okay? Me. Not you Mr. Starship-captain-for-World-of-Warcraft-Steam…guy. Just me.”

“Are you sure? Because it’s already like 2am.”

“So?” Ryeowook turned to retrieve his displaced laptop.

“So, I have an early class tomorrow, and there’s a really good chance you’ll be here for the rest of eternity working on this boss…”

Ryeowook whipped around to face Kyuhyun. “And?” he asked, face blank. “Are you saying you have a problem with that?”

Kyuhyun stared for a moment. Then, the corners of his mouth twitched up. “No, no way,” he said, tugging Ryeowook closer to him on the couch. “What more could I ever want beyond playing a videogame with you?”

A/N: Life blows, but I am finishing this fanfiction. FINISHING IT. so sorry for the hiatus

(Also, let me know if I forget to credit you for one of these facts. It's been a while).