It's kind of a bonus chapter :' ) I decided on writing the first time Kyuhyun realized he was in love with Ryeowook. So...here we go ^^ You may also like Kyuhyun more at the end...lol

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Three Years Ago…

It was supposed to be just a game.

Kyuhyun had spent the past years training for anything and now as he reached the end, he was going to fall short? That wasn’t ing fair. He paced back and forth in his apartment, anxiously waiting for the doorbell.

The second that it rang, he jumped and hurried over to open it.

Standing on the other side of the threshold was a breathtaking young man. His eyes were dark and calm, skin pale and smooth. Slender curves were outlined by casual clothes, a bowler hat placed on his brown locks. “Hi, Kyuhyun,” he nodded.

Why did he have to say his name in such a wonderful way? Kyuhyun couldn’t even comprehend what he found so attractive about the male. He was positive that it wasn’t love, because he had felt those sensations with Siwon and a handful of others. It was primal lust and that was easy to deal with.

“Hey,” Kyuhyun responded, pulling the shorter male towards him. He paused for a moment before closing the distance and pressing a quick heated kiss to those lips. Butterflies erupted in his stomach and he pulled back, gazing down at Ryeowook. “Thanks for agreeing to this.”

“You said you would fire me if I didn’t agree to one date,” he stated, “I didn’t really have a choice.”

Kyuhyun smirked, “That’s right. I had almost forgotten. Are you regretting it yet?”

“Maybe not,” Ryeowook answered quietly, cheeks coloring.

“Let’s go,” he took the male’s hand, pulling him out of the apartment and down the hallway. “We’re going to the pier.”

“Why the pier?” he tilted his head, confused.

“Because sunset on the water front is to die for,” Kyuhyun said flippantly, “have you ever been there?”

“No, I haven’t done much,” Ryeowook said, fumbling to keep up with the excited male, “it’s rather busy taking care of your life.”

“Oh? I never noticed,” he grinned, snickering.

“You’re evil, Kyuhyun,” he frowned, unable to stop the faint traces of a smile though.

The taller male glanced down at him, seeing the expression. “You’re very cute and oh-so very caught by an evil man right now.” He lowered his head, inches away from that beautiful face, “Is that going to be a problem, Ryeowook?”

His eyes widened, lips parting and face flushing, “Uh, n-no…I mean, yes?” Ryeowook looked away, covering his face in embarrassment.

Kyuhyun turned him back around, capturing another fleeting kiss. “Just teasing, cutie,” he whispered, chuckling.

They chatted and laughed as they walked down the street towards the pier. Traffic was heavy and people were honking their horns but neither of them took notice. The world wrapped around them, expelling anything foul. Kyuhyun swung their connected hands, unable to remember the last time he had laughed so much for the simplest reasons. He wasn’t even sure what was so funny, but something was and he couldn’t care less what that something was.

By the time they arrived at the pier, they were too high on humor that they fumbled down to the beach front, kicking their sandals off and falling into the sand.

Ryeowook’s hat fell, landing with a silent plop in the soft earth. He tilted his head to look at Kyuhyun, a smile stretching his face. “Thank you for inviting me on a date,” Ryeowook suddenly said, “I haven’t had fun in a long time.”

“Why is that?” Kyuhyun lied back in the sand, squinting up at the male. He reached around and found the hat, covering his face with it.

“Because I’ve only ever had one great friend. He’s not around anymore, though.” Ryeowook hugged his knees lazily, chin resting atop them. Closing his eyes, he hummed a soft tune, smiling lightly. “I don’t like thinking about it, so doing things like this are helpful.”

Kyuhyun lifted the lip of the hat up, gazing thoughtfully at the young man. “If you ever want to stop thinking about him…I’m here. You can think about me until he’s gone.”

“…that’s sweet,” Ryeowook said softly, turning his head to smile at his boss, “I’ll remember that, Kyuhyun.”

It was that single moment.

Everything clicked then as the rest of his world shattered and tumbled into the darkness. Kyuhyun stared at Ryeowook, unable to look away as he felt something shifting inside of him. His perfect smile and that tiny, ghostly flicker of light in those pretty eyes engraved themselves into Kyuhyun’s mind.

He wanted to see that smile and that twinkle forever. It was all he wanted – nothing more and nothing less. Kyuhyun could see himself waiting eternally for that expression again.

“Good night,” he whispered as the taxi was parked outside of Ryeowook’s apartment. Kyuhyun held his face gently, kissing him with the utmost sincerity.

The slender beauty returned the touch hesitantly, hand pressed into Kyuhyun’s shirt. “Good night, Kyuhyun,” he mumbled, meeting his eyes once more before back out of the cab.

A small part of Kyuhyun hurt from the departure and then he was pulling Ryeowook back inside, tipping his head back and kissing him urgently. The touch, the taste…everything was making him melt in the greatest way possible.

He finally released him, brushing the slightly mussed hair out of Ryeowook’s face. “Sorry…,” he apologized faintly, “I…will see you tomorrow.”

“Mm…,” Ryeowook nodded, seemingly dazed. He blinked, shaking himself out of it and climbing out quicker this time. “Good night.” Bowing his head, he shut the door and waved goodbye.

Kyuhyun immediately pulled out his phone, checking his email. As expected, there was a new message.

From: Siwon

Subject: The Game

I gave you an extra month. It’s up now. What’s the verdict?

Kyuhyun pulled up a reply, fingers flying fast across the keys.

To: Siwon

Subject: Re: The Game

I can’t do this anymore. He’s special and I want to see where we can go. Don’t contact me anymore. I’m done with you and these games. Bye.

And then he blocked the email address. Sighing heavily, Kyuhyun fell back against the rough cushions. Smiling, he thought back on the date, promising to never let go of that image – that angel on the sand.

What would it take to bring light back to those eyes? Kyuhyun looked out the window. If anyone can do it, I can.