“Let go of me.”

            “No.”                 

            “Kyuhyun, we’re in the middle of the sidewalk in broad daylight at a busy train station and we’re going to attract attention.  Let go,” Ryeowook calmly requested.

            “How do I know you won’t just take off again?” he countered.

            “I promise I won’t run away if you release me but I do have a train coming soon that I need to catch,” he informed Kyuhyun.  “So I will only stay for a few minutes.”

            Kyuhyun released him but then grabbed onto his arm and took him off to a grassy area where no one would overhear them.  “I’m not letting you get on the train.  I didn’t mean for you to leave at all.  I’m sorry about what I said to you.  I was overtired and I haven’t been in a relationship in years, so I’ve forgotten what this level of intimacy is like.  It won’t happen again.”

            “Of course it won’t.  Because I’m leaving.”

            “No!” Kyuhyun said, nearly shouting.  “There’s no reason to leave.  I know I can be a real from time to time but I promise to work on that.”

            “You told me to leave and not to come back!”

            “I didn’t mean leave the house—just the room—why would I tell you to leave when I’m…”

            Kyuhyun stopped suddenly, realizing that he was about to say more than he wanted to admit to. 

            “You have problems letting people get close to you, I’ve already heard about it from everyone and I should have heeded that warning from the beginning but my emotions got the better of me and then, of course, you’re hard to resist when you start touching me.”

            Ryeowook really shouldn’t admit to things like that when Kyuhyun can use them against him.  Kyuhyun stepped closer and grabbed onto his hand.  “If I have intimacy problems than what’s your excuse?”

            “What?”

            “I’m starting to put two and two together.  It’s a little strange that you keep hopping from place to place so often when you’re a good worker.  You keep running away from something,” Kyuhyun pointed out.  “Aren’t you really just afraid of the same damn thing?”

            Ryeowook opened his mouth to argue against his accusation but he couldn’t manage a single coherent thought.  “That’s not—I don’t really—it isn’t like that, I—”

            “I need you to hear me out before you run away again.  I don’t want to break up.”

            “Kyuhyun, we’ve been dating for one day and we’re already having problems!  That’s not a good sign!” Ryeowook argued. 

            “I don’t want to discuss this in the middle of the lawn,” Kyuhyun said, glancing around.  “Give me twenty-four hours.  I’m leaving tomorrow afternoon for Singapore.  If you still feel like walking away tomorrow, I’ll bring you back here myself and buy you a ticket to any damn place you want,” he offered.

            Ryeowook stood still, staring him down. 

            “I’m willing to negotiate,” Kyuhyun said, when Ryeowook appeared undecided yet.

            “You have to show them to me.”

            “What?” Kyuhyun asked, confused.

            “You have to let me see your scars.  If you can’t do that, this isn’t going to go anywhere,” Ryeowook explained.

            Kyuhyun looked down at the grass, shifting from one foot to the other, terrified at the thought of letting Ryeowook look as much as he wanted but more scared of him leaving and never seeing him again.

            “This is useless,” Ryeowook sighed, trying to pull away from him.

            “Okay, I will.”

            “You will?” Ryeowook asked in disbelief.

            Kyuhyun reached over and grabbed Ryeowook’s bag from him, insurance that he wouldn’t escape on the way to the car, and then grabbed hold of Ryeowook’s wrist and began walking him back to the car.

            “You need to let go of me,” Ryeowook warned him.

            Kyuhyun stopped and released his arm.  “Then you need to walk where I can see you or I’m going to freak out that you’re going to run again.”

            “You have so little faith in me but I’ve never lied to you,” Ryeowook pointed out.  “You told me to leave and I left, I wasn’t being sneaky.”

            Kyuhyun rubbed his forehead and closed his eyes.  “Sorry, I’m not myself right now.”

            “You haven’t slept, have you?”

            “As if I could sleep when my boyfriend is threatening to leave me!”

            Ryeowook nodded and grabbed onto Kyuhyun’s hand and pulled him along.  “I don’t think you should be driving.  You’re going to have to let me do it.”

            Kyuhyun looked down at his hand, clasped securely in Ryeowook’s own and a bit of relief washed over him.  He needed the physical contact.  It was hard to explain it and he’d feel like an idiot if he asked for it, but just touching Ryeowook put him at ease.  

            “That’s another thing we have to get you is a license.  Of course, that would make it even easier for you to leave,” he mumbled to himself, his exhaustion hitting hard.  He couldn’t stop himself from yawning several times on their way to the car.

            “I think you should take a nap before we talk.”

            “I won’t be able to sleep.”

            “You’re going to pass out