Okay well... I've been busy and won't be updating my first fic which is Kings of Anything (no one cares tho) and I lost motivation to write the next chapters since no one comments or no one is waiting for the updates *^*

Buuuuut. I am back with a new fic, which is related to the previous one. 

Fall For Me, Kyu which is a side story of Kings of Anything featuring Kyuhyun and Kibum plus two original characters: Kean Perez and Luisa Vergara

Well.. here it goes. I hope you guys support me with this one.

FOREWORD

You’re the most wonderful person that
I have ever met, and I want YOU to know that
I really, really like you.
Please, accept my feelings? :)

He just stared at me with a blank expression on his face and it is making me nervous. Every second that he kept his silence felt like a century for me. What, am I rejected?

“Dude, say something.” Ate Kean continuously poked his hand which was on the table but he just shrugged and stared at me once again. “Don’t be rude.”

After what felt like an eternity, he spoke up, but what he said made me frozen on the spot where I am right now. “Is this some kind of social experiment?”

That was unexpected. I was thinking and predicting that he’ll ask who I am, or if this was some kind of joke or say sorry because he doesn’t like me (which is clear to me; he doesn’t know me, how would he like me? duuuuh.), but we’re talking about Kyuhyun here, and I swear, he isn’t an ordinary guy. Even his way of thinking, according to Ate Kean, is unpredictable. He wouldn’t do what you expect him to do; he’s cool like that.

Ate Kean gave herself a facepalm and pinched Kyuhyun’s arm, to which he whined. “What the , Kean? I was just asking her!”

“That is rude, Kyuhyun! You didn’t need to do that!” Ate Kean looked at me with a worried expression but I just gave her a slight smile.

“I was just asking! What’s wrong with that? I’ve seen so many social experiments in school and it’s obvious that it’s one. No need to get all dramatic and ty, we’re in UP, Kean.” He then looked at me and gave me a slight smile. “Good luck on your grade.”

And that was how my first confession ended. I didn’t even get to introduce myself or ask him some things. I got dismissed because he thought that it was a social experiment.