Hey, I'm just reuploading everything that was lost in the crash so there's really only one new update! Just skip to the end or something

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Ryeowook giggled, eyes shining as he stared at his stuttering mess of a boyfriend. “I’m not upset Minnie. I don’t really understand why you’re getting so flustered but it’s cute,” he remarked, reaching across the short distance to hold the other boy’s hand.

“I’m not sure,” Sungmin whined, dropping his head carelessly, “I just don’t want to endanger our relationship. Even if nothing happened between Minho and I last night I felt guilty for some reason.”

“You really care about us,” the brown haired boy grinned, advancing to kiss the top of his lover’s head, “that’s a good thing, right?”

“Or maybe I’m insecure about my own loyalty to you?” he mumbled.

Ryeowook laced their fingers together sweetly, “There’s nothing to worry about. Love is love without any need for complicated feelings. The people who make complicated feelings obviously aren’t in love.”

“Ah…,” Sungmin cracked a tiny smile, tilting his face and closing his eyes as their lips met in a slow, tenderly moving kiss. Their clasped hands fell between their bodies, pressing into the soft mattress. “You’ve gotten really good at talking, Wookie,” he snickered, “being president sure has helped you out, huh?”

“Inspirational speeches are my forte,” Ryeowook grinned, allowing himself to be pushed back as the dark haired boy climbed on top of him.

Sungmin found the other hand, entwining their fingers and sliding both sets of locked digits towards either side of his lover’s face. “I can see that.” He found a spot on Ryeowook’s neck, biting and .

“M-Minnie?” he panted, flinching and turning his head away.

“Thanks,” Sungmin mumbled happily, gaining more access to his boyfriend’s throat, “this makes things a lot easier.”

Ryeowook blushed, eyes closing briefly as he tried to gather himself enough to stop the intimacy. There were important things to do, like checking up on Mir, going to eat breakfast, meeting with his composition teacher, and don’t even mention StudGov stuff. The Annual Senior Trip still had to be planned and booked!

Abruptly, the urgency of everything crashed down on him, and any mild fantasies of playing around more vanished. He wriggled underneath Sungmin, panic entering his voice as he said, “There’s so much we have to do! There’s no time for this!”

“What?” Sungmin cocked an eyebrow, pushing away to get a better look at his hysterical boyfriend.

“Get off, Minnie!” Ryeowook exclaimed, effectively pushing the other boy off during a moment of shock. He scrambled up and ran towards his closet, then the dorm room door. “I need to take a shower first…and then call up the others…oh, goodness,” he muttered to himself, apparently headed off to shower.

The black haired beauty just watched, not quite sure what had just happened. He considered joining in on the bath but thought better of it. Who knew how serious Ryeowook was actually being about getting stuff done for the day.

Sungmin flopped onto his stomach, checking the time. 10:30 A.M.

He sighed, muttering in annoyance under his breath. For a long moment he just laid there, absorbing nothing and despising nothing. It was a rare break from the rush of life that normally dared to run rampant and crush him. Sungmin allowed his body to relax fully, eyes fluttering closed. So long as everything remained at a calm state, he could have peace. Even if it wouldn’t last, he would cherish the minutes.

***

Dongwoon picked up his phone, smiling and answering, “Hey pres, what’s up?”

“We’re having a meeting during lunch so meet in the board room around eleven-thirty or twelve o’clock,” Ryeowook replied promptly, “See you then.” The line cut.

“What was that?” Dongwoon mumbled, eyeing the phone curiously before tucking it back in his pocket and continuing down the hallway towards the infirmary.

Right as he slid the door open, he came face to face with a walking, rosy cheeked Mir. His skin was pale but healthy and his eyes glowed with newfound life. There was a small, tentative smile on his lips that just made Dongwoon weak in the knees.

He grinned, opening his mouth to greet Mir. Before he could though, Kikwang appeared slinging his arms around the freshly released patient. “Oh, you’re here, Woonie?” he questioned, giggling and sweetly kissing the side of Mir’s head.

 The latter squirmed, eyes falling to the floor as a flush erupted on his already scarlet cheeks, “Don’t do that, Kikwang,” he muttered awkwardly.

“Yeah, don’t do that,” Dongwoon smiled, grabbing his lover’s arm and jerking him off of Mir, “It’s not good to flirt in front of your boyfriend like that.”

Kikwang smirked at the obvious jealousy, wrapping his arms around Dongwoon’s neck and pulling him down so their lips would meet. The taller boy pushed away after several seconds, having momentarily forgotten about Mir’s presence while that tongue was shoved down his throat.

“You’re green for the wrong person,” Kikwang chuckled, “I’ll see you later.” He ran his thumb across Dongwoon’s bottom lip before walking off – confident as could be.

Dongwoon watched his boyfriend disappear through the Main Building’s front doors before whipping around to see Mir standing rigidly in place.

“Sorry about that,” he mumbled uncomfortably, not positive what he should say to make Mir feel better. Just a day or so ago he, Dongwoon, had been vowing to stay by him for, well, ever. Then the next day he shows up still dating Kikwang? Where was the logic? “Are you…feeling better?” the question sounded so incredibly lame, Dongwoon had to hold himself back from groaning in aggravation.

Mir nodded, “T-Thank you for everything. You really helped me.”

“You don’t have to force yourself to be okay,” he urged, extending a hand.

“I-I’m not,” the other boy stuttered, still looking at the floor, “b-but I did want to tell you something.”

“Hm?” Dongwoon murmured, stepping closer and the slender one’s arms. They felt so weak under his touch that all he wanted to do was pull him close so the world would back the off.

Mir absently shuffled forward, fingers playing with the hem of Dongwoon’s shirt. “Taemin wants to get back with me,” he whispered in a rush, saying it quickly so as to keep the now stiff boy from lashing out, “but I told him we can’t be together anymore. I…I get it now. Joon-hyung and I talked a lot and he explained to me that some people just shouldn’t be together…”

“R-Really?” Dongwoon cleared his throat, trying to hide the quiver. His heart was beating painfully fast, warning him of something hopefully good. Their bodies swayed and leaned until there was a bubble of heat between them.

“Yeah,” Mir loosened his hold on the other boy, starting to push away, “I think I love you.”

Dongwoon’s knees turned to jelly and if it weren’t for the tight grip he had on Mir, he would’ve collapsed right there. It was impossible. There was no possible way Mir had just confessed something…something so unreachable. Dongwoon opened his mouth to ask if it was a joke, but the slender boy kept talking.

“I just wanted to say that because I know you and Kikwang are really happy but I don’t want to make the same mistake and stay quiet about my true feelings.” He smiled, finally lifting his face to meet Dongwoon’s eyes. “Taemin and I misunderstood each other for so long when all I should’ve done was tell him truthfully that I loved him. I…,” he tried to move away from the stunned to silence boy but the grip on his arms was too strong, “I just wanted you to know.”

Dongwoon jerked Mir forward their chests flush to one another now. “I love you, Mir!” he shouted as his face burst with color. He shook it off, getting close to the wide eyed boy’s face. “I’ve felt this way for so long so don’t tell me to be happy with someone else!”

“T-Then what was that just now?” Mir questioned awkwardly, head tilting.

Why isn’t he more flustered?He sighed in disappointment at the failure of a confession. “Kikwang wouldn’t agree to breaking up but I want you,” Dongwoon would slap himself later for being so embarrassing, “…so much that I can’t even compare it to something else.”

Mir struggled in the embrace, breaking free when Dongwoon loosened his hold out of fear of hurting him. “You’re dating Kikwang n-no matter what the s-situation,” he gulped now turning slightly pink, “so you have to—”

“You just said you love me!” Dongwoon cut in, raking fingers through his hair. “And we can be together! Why are you fighting this so much?!”

“B-Because you’re taken…,” he shrugged, slowly walking towards the door, “I won’t interfere with that. I’ve seen how much it hurt Taemin to s-see the two of us to close. K-Kikwang probably feels the same way.”

Dongwoon couldn’t decide whether he loved the boy all the more for his attitude or if he just wanted to strangle him for not accepting the possibilities. So he settled on, “I love you, Mir.”

“I love you too,” he replied softly, still walking away.

“I love you like I’ll never love anyone else,” he said once more, gazing at that slight backside, wanting to run after him and hold him close – which was a commonly considered thought.

“Yeah, I love that about you,” Mir smiled faintly, too afraid to turn back.

The words reached him nonetheless, but it only made the heartache worse. So close…

***

Ryeowook sat down in his dorm room, clothes and hair fluttering in the sweetly scented night breeze. There was a checklist in front of him:

ü  Submitting “Memories in Breeze”

ü  Organizing the Senior Trip

ü  Talk to Mir (he seems a lot better!)

o   Cheer up Kyu

He glanced at his phone, playing with the screen for a moment before unlocking it and scrolling to his voice mail box. There was one message that had been played over and over again – that was the one Ryeowook clicked on. He brought it to his ear, listening to the words for the nth time, unsure what exactly he should be feeling.

A few minutes passed and the door opened, followed by a loud thud. Ryeowook whipped around, getting to his feet just in time to catch a shaking, messy Kyuhyun.

“I don’t know,” the dark haired boy gasped sharply, burying his face in the confused one’s shoulder, arms closing around Ryeowook firmly, “I don’t know what to do for him! I see him every chance I can but I know he’ll never be on that field again.” He choked on a sob before letting out an enraged growl, “And it’s not even me! Why the hell am I crying?! I shouldn’t be crying…”

“Kyuhyun…,” Ryeowook gently patted the torn and broken boy on his back, “you don’t have to worry. Your best friend’s pain becomes your own pain,” he said softly, eyes far away, “you…are allowed to cry for him. You’re allowed to be broken with him.”

“I’m stronger than this,” he whispered hoarsely, arms dropping to Ryeowook’s waist, capturing the boy in a loose embrace, “I’m hell of a lot stronger than this, Ryeowook. You know that, don’t you?” Kyuhyun carelessly kissed the side of the smaller one’s neck, eyes falling closed as more tremors violated his body.

Ryeowook returned the touch, placing a gentle kiss to Kyuhyun’s collarbone. “Be strong for Donghae,” he leaned into Kyuhyun as if it were the most natural thing in the world, “and I’ll be strong for you. So don’t worry…you can be everything you’re not with me…I’ll take care of it all.”

“You’re lying,” he croaked coldly, “you can’t be anything to me.” Kyuhyun sighed, letting him go uneasily.

Ryeowook snatched Kyuhyun’s wrist, stopping him from walking away. The latter turned, red eyes narrowed yet vulnerable. This was really the end? Was this the way everything was going to turn out for them? Ryeowook only hesitated for another second, but then Kyuhyun was attempting to pull away and that was the final push.

Exhaling slowly, Ryeowook wove his fingers through those soft, dark locks and pulled Kyuhyun’s face down, their lips crashing together fervently. He squeezed his eyes shut, relaxing suddenly when the kiss was returned and familiarly strong arms forced them together.

Ryeowook slipped away just enough to meet surprised brown eyes. Their breaths were slightly uneven and their shoulders rose and fell from the sheer physical exertion. “I can,” Ryeowook panted, kissing Kyuhyun again, “…You can have me, Kyu.”

“Sungmin?” he whispered, eyes flitting away.

“I already said it,” Ryeowook responded, “I’ll be everything for you.”

Kyuhyun nodded slightly, “Kiss me, Ryeowook?”

And he did.