It would be easier if Ryeowook were a girl, he thinks. He'd show up in her college class with a bouquet in hand and a smirk on his face. He'd sing to her and it wouldn't matter what song he'd pick, it could be Puff the Magic Dragon for all he cared and she'd still smile at him with her fingers fanned out across her collarbone, right above where she imagines her heart to be, sinking into her seat and uncrossing her legs. The hem of her dress would slide demurely over her knees, and her classmates would hoot and prod her to give him a kiss for his efforts, maybe the professor would offer to raise her grade if she did, they'd be cool about it anyway and take it seriously.

She would love it, she would love him helplessly, and he wouldn't ask for anything else.

When he does try it in real life, it ends with Ryeowook and everyone else in their class thinking it's a hilarious joke, the best one of the year, and Kyuhyun pretends it is.

He's a better liar more than he is a comedian, really.