Description: Kyuhyun doesn't get why Ryeowook is acting the way he is over a musical kiss he had with Seohyun.  

      ///////////////////////////////////////////////////////---///////////// Kyuhyun's POV I entered the door of our room excitedly, wanting to tell Ryeonggu about the viewers rating for the musical I was starring in. I had expected Ryeowook to be using the laptop, looking through his email. Or maybe he was using his phone on the bed. Not this.   He was sitting in the bed, clenching his phone tightly; so tight that his knuckles turned white. He was frowning at the floor, lips turned down, eyes concentrated on the carpet flooring. His eyes held a mixture of emotions: sadness, anger and a hint of... uncertainty. Whatever it was, it wasn't good. His eyes would normally have a spark to it whenever he was...okay? Or what you can call it himself. That spark was gone and it was just swirls of brown.    I stood at the door frozen for a few moments before approaching him slowly, taking one step at a time. As I was moving across the room, not once did his eyes ever notice me coming.    I say down gently on the bed next him but he still didn't notice my presence. I hesitantly tapped his shoulder gently a few times but he still didn't look up. It was only when I shook him and called his name loudly a few times then he responded.    "Oh Kyu, you're back. I'll go make you some food." He said it so monotonously that it just added up to my suspicions of him not being fine. Just like that he stood up and walked out of the room.   I automatically went after him which led me to Ryeowook taking out ingredients from the fridge.    I pulled his hand away from the handle of the fridge just as he was closing it to get his attention, also to make him look at me.  "Just tell me what's bothering you already."  "Nothing." He turned his back to me only to have me tug his wrists towards me to make him turn back.  "You and I both know there's something bothering you. Please tell me?"  He was silent after my statement. I expected him to reply me but no, he walked away, taking my moment of unguardedness to his advantage. At this point, I was started to get irritated. Couldn't he just say what the hell was the problem and we talk it out or try to solve it and we're good?  Keeping his silence won't do us any good.    "Ryeowook, tell me what's wrong. It's not a question anymore, it's a command." I told him agitatedly.  "And what rights do you think you have to command me?" he whispered almost inaudibly. If I was one step further away from where I was, I wouldn't be able to catch what he had said. And I didn't miss t