Kyuhyun was walking through the cold night, wondering why the hell Ryeowook sent him such a cryptic text message. Furthermore, why was he listening? He could’ve just ignored the instructions and stayed nice and cozy in the dorm room.

His footsteps slowed the tiniest bit as he cursed the Stupid Bunny and suddenly increased his walking pace. The faster he got there the faster he could find out what was going on and then head home.

The message had said: Come to the Music Building Kyuhyun!

Now why couldn’t Ryeowook have put more information? At least then Kyuhyun wouldn’t be walking in blind.

Not surprisingly, the Music Building was dimly lit, only one room and one hallway leaking light into the dark night. Kyuhyun pulled on the door handle, stepping inside only to see a trio of very familiar people exiting the building. He moved aside, meeting their eyes for brief moments.

“Are you here for Ryeowook?” Dongwoon asked, opening the door to the outside.

“Yeah, which room is he in?” Kyuhyun questioned, effectively ignoring Sungmin who was glaring daggers at him.

The fair haired boy pointed down the hallway, “He’s in the second to last room I think.”

Kyuhyun nodded, preparing to leave. He should’ve known a certain someone would open his Stupid Bunny mouth.

“You better be here for that,” Sungmin nearly growled.

“None of your business,” Kyuhyun scoffed, hearing angry threats fade behind him as he headed towards Ryeowook.

The rooms were mainly dark except for the one indicated by Dongwoon. Its door was shut but plenty of moonlight was spilling into the warmly glowing music room. Why didn’t Ryeowook turn on a real light?

Kyuhyun silently entered the room, shutting the door behind him with a soft click. Before him was beautiful picture. A grand piano glittered beneath strong moon rays, it’s pianist sitting upright and breathing slowly, evenly. The young man’s fingers rested quietly on the white keys, body a silhouette to match his reaching shadow.

Those peaceful eyes fluttered open and Ryeowook turned to look at Kyuhyun. “Oh, you’re here already,” he smiled, albeit hesitantly.

“What did you want to show me?” he asked, coming over to the piano. His eyes spotted sheet music. Kyuhyun reached out, taking it. “What is this…?”

Ryeowook looked down at the comforting keys. “Everyone else sang today…so I thought maybe you would’ve wanted to...outside of the public’s eye, I mean.”

“But…isn’t this my poem?” he asked softly, lowering the sheet music to look at Ryeowook.

The boy nodded and if it weren’t for the lack of proper lighting, his face would’ve been bright red. “A long time ago my friend helped me create a piano accompaniment for it. I was going to give it to you as a present…but,” he shrugged helplessly, laughing humorlessly.

That ing Stupid Bunny. Kyuhyun swore he would rip his throat out.

Sighing, Kyuhyun set the music down and pulled Ryeowook to his feet. The piano bench rolled backwards, it’s wheels left unlocked. He pushed the soft hair away from Ryeowook’s face, gazing down at him. “I said it’s up to you where we go from here,” Kyuhyun stated, “but…is this really where you want to go?”

“What do you mean…?”

“We can’t go back in time. There’s no way for us to…well, to be what we used to be.”

Ryeowook nodded, fiddling with his confused fingers. “I know…I know that time keeps moving. There’s no way to slow it down…or to reverse. But Kyuhyun,” he was still trapped in those dark eyes, not willing to break away, or even able to, “I don’t know what to do. …I don’t know how to act around you. I don’t understand you at all,” the last part was lost as a sob broke from his throat.

“Do you even want to know me?” Kyuhyun asked quietly, fingers moving down to caress the other boy’s face more thoroughly. “I mean…should I give you a list of all the reasons you shouldn’t even want to see my face?” Sungmin had done so when they spoke earlier that day. He really hadn’t thought the list would be so impressive but damn…he had done a lot of stuff.

“Of course I do!” he cried indignantly, hands coming up to rest on either of Kyuhyun’s upraised arms. Uncertainty flickered through his eyes, “Or well…it’s hard to be angry when I know you technically didn’t do anything wrong.”

“What?” Even Kyuhyun wasn’t sure if that was Ryeowook being too lenient.

The smaller boy shrugged, pain slicing through his large dark eyes. “We were just friends…really strange friends. It wasn’t wrong of you to get a boyfriend…and the stuff you told me that day last year,” neither of them needed to be reminded of the bus incident, “well, you apologized. I’m not really sure what to be mad about to be honest.”

That was certainly one way to look at it. Kyuhyun was about to let everything go but then Sungmin’s voice was pounding in his head again, dumping the guilt right back on Kyuhyun. “That’s not enough.”

Ryeowook’s brow furrowed. “W-What do you mean?”

Kyuhyun frowned, slowly releasing Ryeowook and stepping back. “We’re starting over, I suppose.” He offered his hand. “I’m Kyuhyun. What’s your name?”

Ryeowook took the hand, glancing up at Kyuhyun curiously. “I’m Ryeowook…it’s nice to meet you.” He laughed softly, feeling his heart beat quicken for whatever reason. They were being silly weren’t they?

They broke contact and then Kyuhyun was turning to the piano. “So what were you going to play?” he asked as if he didn’t know.

“It’s a piece I helped right,” Ryeowook explained, playing along, “I need a vocalist though. Do you think you could help me?”

Kyuhyun smirked, picking up the sheet music. “Are you sure? I don’t think I’m a very good singer.”

“I’m sure you’re fine,” he insisted, taking up the piano keys again, “It’s a really easy tune. I think anyone could handle it.”

“Oh?” the dark haired boy said, bemused, “Then I won’t worry about it.” He listened to Ryeowook start playing, listening to the way the poem would flow into the music. Kyuhyun parted his lips, unable to resist a very small smile at the seamless accompaniment.