The first time that Ryeowook found one of the notes was when he went to the practice room late one night. He was getting his water bottle out of his bag when a little piece of paper fluttered to the floor; curious, he bent down to pick it up. He turned it over, surprised at the scratched out, messy writing on the back.

I’ve…I’ve been thinking about, um, well, us, I guess

I’m not very good at these things but

This is going to sound crazy

He spent a moment trying to pick out whose handwriting it was, but it was rushed and sloppy and could have been any of the members’. With a slight shrug, he slipped it into his pocket, figuring it wasn’t meant for him anyway and had been dropped into his bag by accident. At the moment, he didn’t have time to think about anything but perfecting his dance for the impending KRY concert. Sighing, he took a swig of his water and pressed play on the stereo, letting the loud music fill his ears and his body move along to the beat.

By the time he had finished for the night, he’d forgotten all about the note tucked in his pocket.

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The second time that Ryeowook found one of the notes was when he was on the airplane, flying to Japan. Kyuhyun was sleeping in the seat beside him and he was rummaging through his book bag, looking for the novel he was sure he’d packed. He swore softly when he remembered that he’d let Sungmin borrow it, thinking he’d left it back in Korea, but sighed in relief when he finally found it hidden beneath a beanie he couldn’t remember bringing with him.

He thumbed through the pages, trying to find where he’d left off, and blinked in surprise when he came across a napkin sandwiched between the pages. He closed the book carefully, holding the napkin up with both hands and squinting to make out the small writing that had been half-scribbled out.

You’ll be my soft and sweet, I’ll be your strong and steady

You’ll be my sunny day, I’ll be your shady tree

This is too hard!!

His mind immediately jumped to Donghae, who had been known to write down ideas for song lyrics or cheesy poems on any and everything around the dorms; a napkin would hardly be considered a strange or unexpected substitute for paper.

Kyuhyun groaned softly in his sleep and Ryeowook glanced at him, dropping the napkin in his bag. He thought for a moment, then decided a nap sounded like a good idea and tilted his head back, his eyes slipping closed as he fell into a light sleep.

He didn’t think about the fact that Donghae had been nowhere near his things in weeks.

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The third time that Ryeowook found one of the notes was when he got back to the dorms after the successful KRY concerts. He threw down his bags in the corner of his room, completely ready to collapse on his bed and sleep for weeks, when he saw a neatly-folded piece of pink stationary on his pillow. Curious, he sat down on the edge of the bed, grabbing the paper and peeling it open, his eyes scanning the carefully-formed words.

Ryeowook,

I’m sorry that I’m not very good at this kind of thing, but…well…I know this is probably going to seem random but it’s something that I’ve been thinking about for a really long time and…I guess what I’m trying to say is…that I thought I knew what love was. I thought that I knew and that I would recognize it right away and it would be so easy but it’s not and I didn’t. It took me a long time to realize and then I couldn’t say anything because I was too afraid of rejection but—

Well, Wook, I just…

I’ve never found anything that makes me feel like I do about you.

-lsm

Ryeowook blinked quickly, rereading the letter several times before he felt himself start to smile.

“Silly hyung.”

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When he awoke the next morning, Sungmin kept his eyes shut for a few extra minutes, trying his best not to think about what he would say or do when he saw his dongsaeng later that day. It wasn’t until he heard a small groan that he opened his eyes and, when he did, his breath caught in his throat.

Ryeowook was curled up into a ball next to him on his bed, his hair messy and sticking out in all directions, his eyes shut tightly, and his hand curled into a fist around a piece of purple stationary.

Moving as quietly as he could, Sungmin carefully slid the paper out of Ryeowook’s hand, smoothing it out between his palms before he looked at the note.

I love you too.

He felt his heart swell with an overwhelming feeling of happiness and he dropped the paper, immediately wrapping his arms around the smaller man’s waist and pulling him against his chest; Ryeowook stirred and blearily blinked open his eyes, moving one hand to clutch at Sungmin’s t-shirt.

“The other notes were you too, weren’t they?” he mumbled, letting his eyes slip closed again as he relaxed in his hyung’s arms, smiling just a little at how natural it felt.

“Huh? What other…” Sungmin suddenly turned red. “You weren’t supposed to see those!”

“Well, you shouldn’t have dropped them in my stuff,” Ryeowook retorted, stifling a yawn as he buried his face in the other’s chest.

They were both quiet for a minute and Ryeowook was just about to fall back asleep when he heard Sungmin murmur something softly.

“I love you, Ryeowook.”

He smiled as he felt lips press against his hair. “I love you too, Sungmin hyung. That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“Shut up, Wook,” Sungmin grumbled, but he was smiling and he tightened his grip around the younger man.

Ryeowook just laughed, his legs tangling with Sungmin’s under the blankets as he twisted around to get comfortable, completely ready to spend the rest of his day off wrapped up with the man he was in love with under the covers with the blinds closed. There was no better way to spend an afternoon.

a/n: Trying something new! I've never written Minwook before, so I figured I'd give it a shot! :)