Ryeowook looks up at him with purposely enlarged, doe-like eyes, and Kyuhyun forgets to breathe, not when Ryeowook’s lower lip is wobbling and his cheeks are puffed out in a pout, or maybe it’s mostly because Ryeowook’s fingers are curled around his arm in a death grip, cutting off the circulation of his blood. The first he probably learned from Kibum or Sungmin, and the latter from Kangin, Heechul, and Sungmin combined. Siwon makes a mental note to control his younger teammates and ban his hyung from coming to visit during practice, ever, because, well, Ryeowook looks positively pitiful and fantastic right now, all feigned innocence and questionable motives, but Siwon can just feel the control slipping out of his fingers as easily as Kyuhyun’s resolve crumbles.

“Please?” Ryeowook whispers, ducking his head and sniffling, for good measure, “please, Kyuhyun?”

Kyuhyun looks a little perturbed at how his name rolls off Ryeowook’s tongue and how tight Ryeowook’s hold on him is, and protests, weakly, “Someone might come –”

Siwon dangles the keys in front of him smugly.

“Right,” Kyuhyun says, narrowing his eyes at Siwon, “and of course you’d abuse your authority for , huh, captain?

“Kyuhyun,” Ryeowook seems to wilt, and Siwon sends a thank you to heaven for giving him a wonderful, manipulative boyfriend, even if Siwon isn’t really sure right now how sincere Ryeowook’s depression is.

Kyuhyun in a labored breath, and Siwon knows they’ve got him, hook, line, and sinker.

“Okay,” he says weakly, and lets Ryeowook drag him to the nearest shower stall.