Yesung hesitated for a moment when Kyuhyun called him hyung, the word rolled off his tongue with a sensual vibrato, and his deep voice wrapped itself around Yesung's spine like a snake holding him prisoner, he was frozen in place. Kyuhyun reached out for him, his warm fingertips grazing the underside of his wrist, brushing lightly along his pulse point. Yesung felt his heart speed up and the telltale heat of a blush crept up his face. He couldn't take it anymore, the way Kyuhyun was staring at him with warm brown eyes, he tried to back away, but the younger had already grasped his wrist and held him staunchly in place.   “Don't run away from me,” Kyuhyun pleaded.   They stared at each other for what felt like an eternity, Yesung couldn't find his voice or clear his mind. Let go! His mind screamed. He needed to escape, Kyuhyun's intense gaze was stifling, and he just couldn't understand why the younger boy would be so obsessed with him in the first place. Kyuhyun still held onto him firmly and began to pull Yesung's hand to his lips without breaking eye contact. Yesung's eyes widened when plush lips ghosted over his knuckles, they were warm and soft, but Yesung felt his skin burn as if he were holding it over an open flame. His hands trembled slightly, anticipating Kyuhyun's next move, what was the younger student thinking? The secondary lunch bell rang, breaking the spell Kyuhyun had over Yesung, the older student snatched his hand away and turned around to leave.   “Hyung!” Kyuhyun called out desperately, he didn't care about pride at this point. He just knew that he didn't want to let go of Yesung's hand, he felt his heart wrench painfully at the loss of contact.   “We're late for class,” Yesung said hoarsely. “Hurry on to your classroom...Kyuhyun.”   Kyuhyun was dumbfounded for a moment, Yesung had dropped the formalities, a silly grin spread across his face, and even a scolding from his history teacher could not wipe it off his face.   - - -   Kyuhyun lingered around the second floor hallway after school, bowing awkwardly to the upperclassmen that eyed him suspiciously. He felt the difference now, Yesung always acted annoyed with him, but the other upperclassmen cast scornful glares.   “Didn't anyone ever tell you not to wander on the second or third floors when you're only a freshman?” Sungmin asked with an amused tone.   Kyuhyun scratched the back of his head, “How are you, Sungmin-hyung?”   “He already left,” Sungmin said with a smirk.   Kyuhyun scanned the hallway frantically.   “He's probably cutting through the park and taking the long way home.”   “Thanks, Hyung.”   Sungmin suddenly snatched Kyuhyun's wrist and held it with an iron grip, “I find you amusing and I can tell you really like him, so I'll let your obsessive behavior slide. But as his best friend, I'm obligated to threaten you with a painful death if you ever hurt him. Understood?”   Kyuhyun would have laughed, Sungmin was so much smaller than him, but the threat in the elder's eyes were real. Kyuhyun gulped, “Understood.”   Sungmin released him and smiled like he was made of peaches and cream, “I knew you would.”   Kyuhyun spotted Yesung sitting on a park bench with his headphones on and a large textbook cradled in his lap. He had a peaceful expression on his face, the s