A glance at the clock let him know that only a few minutes had passed since Ryeowook had left the room for the second time. Nevertheless, it felt as though it had been hours. Kyuhyun's brain slowly fumbled through his options. He could pretend that he hadn't heard Ryeowook and tell himself that what had been said to him those few minutes ago was all a lie. Or, he could take the older boy up on his offer. By doing this, maybe he could really win over the eternal maknae.  Maybe he could finally make Ryeowook his. "And perhaps... Jongwoon isn't right for me..." When those words had been whispered, it had taken every bit of Kyuhyun's self control to not grab Ryeowook's hand and tell him that Jongwoon /definitely/ wasn't right for him. Not when Kyuhyun loved him so much more than the older man ever could. It took everything to not tell Ryeowook at that very moment that he'd been in love with him since the moment they met, it had just taken him so long to realize it. The moment that Jongwoon had taken Ryeowook from him was the moment that he understood how badly he had wanted the eternal maknae. And though it hadn't been all that long ago that this happened, he knew deep in that iced heart of his, that he had loved Ryeowook for much longer than he had thought.  He could remember the way that his body froze the first time that he had laid eyes on the boy. He could recall the way that his mind and heart fought from the very beginning. Because although he'd never been interested in another man before, this one boy was overwhelming all of his senses. Making him lose his mind. And this confusion caused him to come off as cold and aloof for sometime. Now he regretted not allowing himself to believe his true emotions towards Ryeowook earlier. If he'd told the older boy before, then maybe they would be together now, and he wouldn't be fighting to make this dream of his a reality.   After only another minute or two of debating what should be done, he stood up from the bed and nervously made his way to the bedroom door, cracking it open just enough to peek out, glancing down the hall in both directions to see if any one else was awake yet.  Well, aside from Ryeowook, of course. When he didn't see anyone, he felt it was safe to proceed.  The walk down the length of the hall seemingly took forever, but he arrived in the small kitchen that all of them shared soon enough. And there, in a white apron, his backside pushed out a bit as his elbows rested on the counter, leaning his head into his hands and watching the food cook, was Ryeowook. He looked so beautiful, so innocent, the bangs of his reddish colored hair were held back with a little bow clip, and his eyes seemed to be focused entirely on the food he was preparing.  Kyuhyun silently snuck up behind the boy and wrapped his arms around his lithe waist, placing his chin atop the shorter boy's shoulder. "Is breakfast almost done, hyung? I'm starving." He whined childishly, earning a light laugh from the boy pressed between him and the counter. "It's almost done, pabo. Now, let go of me so that I can tend to it." Ryeowook giggled sweetly as Kyuhyun refused to remove his arms from around him, only holding him tighter so that he couldn't get away. Of course, to Ryeowook, this was all just some silly game. But to Kyuhyun, it was much more than that. "Hey, Wook?" With that one simple whisper, the giggles stopped, and a seriousness hung in the air. Swallowing audibly, the older boy stared at the cooking food again. "Y-Yes, Kyuhyun-ah?" He replied, trying to keep his voice level. "Can we really turn this into a date?" The question was quiet, as though he was afraid they might be overheard. And really, he kind of was fearful of that. Everyone knew that Ryeowook was with Jongwoon, he didn't want them hating him for coming between them.  He continued to lean his head on Ryeowook's shoulder, closing his eyes and waiting for a response. His heart beat was loud, and he thought for a moment that it might have drowned out the reply. Ryeowook shivered, knowing now that Kyuhyun must have heard his words. And that warm breath on his neck was doing nothing to keep his thoughts calm. Letting out a long breath, he steadied himself and turned around in Kyuhyun's arms, giving him a sweet smile and a tiny nod.  Everything came together in that moment, and the younger boy squeezed Ryeowook as close to him as possible, burying his face