“K-K-Kyu? Wh-what are you doing?!”

“Kisseu.”

“I-I know… b-but why?”

“Cause. Want.”

Yeah sure, because you totally go around and kiss people on their forehead just because you feel like doing so. Dammit, Korean logic. Or maybe just Kyuhyun logic. I sighed and pushed him away softly, but he hugged me tighter. I blushed and stayed in his arms, not wanting to push him away too hard, and I sighed. He was taller than me. Quite a lot taller than me. But then, I wasn’t done growing up…

“Kyu… We’re in public…”

“Peoblikeu?”

“Public… other people… you know…”

“Aaaaah! Ne, ne.”

He said a bunch of things in Korean again and I frowned. “Kyu, come on… We should just do something else than hug in the middle of the street… I have to leave soon…”

“Ne…”

“Sorry.”

“Aniyo, gwaenchanhayo.”

“Weren’t you using informal language… I mean, banmal, with me?”

“Ah, ne. Gwaenchanha.”

“I still don’t get what you tell me most of the time, though. I hope you know that. See, all I could understand in this sentence was the “yo” at the end… and that’s why I guessed you were using formal language…”

“Ne, ne.”

“Did you understand what I was saying, at least?”

“Ani.”

“Mutual incomprehension, yaaay.”

Oh well, at least he had understood the fact that I was asking him if he had understood. That was kind of good. Kind of. I sighed and took Kyuhyun’s hand before pushing him away from me. Firmly, this time.

“Please move. We won’t be able to do anything if you just stay there.”

“Oh. Ne…”

He moved and I brushed a hand in his soft hair. “Thanks. What should we do now?”

“Doo nao?”

“Do, now. Um… Haeyo… jikeum… or maybe more like jikeum haeyo? Do now? Do right now? At the moment? What do we do? Um… jikeum mueo haeyo? Does that even make sense?”

“Aaaah! Ne, ne,” he smiled, before he took my hand and pulled me, laughing a bit, probably at my horrible Korean grammar. I followed him and smiled when he showed me a big, beautiful park, with fountains and everything. I had been there before, some time during the week. But being there with Kyuhyun was even better. Especially with Kyuhyun holding my hand, his long, infinite fingers making sure I was still there, with him, once in a while. He sang a few songs for me in Korean, making me have an eargasm because his voice was just too perfect. Too beautiful. He showed me a few places, commenting them half in Korean and half in extremely broken English – sorry, I meant Engrish  - and I could only follow, and tell him I hadn’t understood a thing of what he had just said. That always made him laugh, and something in his eyes make me understand that he was planning on giving me serious Korean lessons when we would be talking to each other on Skype – if we did, of course. But I was pretty sure we would be.

I felt like we had only spent a few minutes together when I looked at my cellphone to check what time it was. I jumped in surprise. Two hours had passed already?! Oh, man…

“Ah, Kyu! Look at the time! I’m sorry, but I should really go! Or else I’ll be late for my flight…”

“Laeteu…?”

“Late, like, not on time! Kyu, I seriously need to leave…”

“Ani…”

He took my hand. I tried to break free, but he tightened his grip, looking away.

“Kyu, let me go! Please!”

“Aniiiiii…”

“If you don’t let me go, I won’t accept you as a Skype contact, and I won’t come back to South Korea to see you.”

I just noticed I was really planning on coming back someday. To see Kyuhyun, if possible. Because my feelings were starting to go wild, though I was doing my best to keep them inside, and silent. Because he was handsome, because he was sweet, because he was adorable, because he was Kyuhyun. But not if he kept on trying to make me miss my flight.

“I’m serious about this. Let me go.”

“Ani…” he sighed, letting me go anyway. “Don’t… want to.”

“I know you don’t want to, but I have to go if you want me to come back.”

“Ne…”

“Then, I’m going. I’ll see you on Skype.”

I turned and started walking away, but I heard Kyuhyun run after me. I turned to face him and ask him what he wanted, but I didn’t have time to say anything. His arms, even without being very muscular, were powerful enough to capture me in a tight hug. And then…

And then, his lips touched mine. In a deep, sweet, tender kiss. I opened panicked eyes and pushed him away, blushing like crazy. “Wh-wh-what are you doing?!” Not that I didn’t want him to kiss me. I was just surprised. And embarrassed. And very surprised. But…

But he seemed hurt. Looking at me with sad eyes, he let me go, and turned around, walking away slowly. I didn’t have time to chase after him, because I couldn’t risk missing my flight, so I left, my heart aching.

Back to the airport.

Back to the plane.

Back to Canada.

Back home.

Far from Kyuhyun.

When I opened Skype, I didn’t have any invitation to be friends. I added Kyuhyun to my contacts, and I followed him on Twitter.

Kyuhyun never added me to his contacts, and never followed me on Twitter.

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No link to the story itself, but Cho Kyuhyun is a freakin' weather god. I was driving back home from work and, right when he sang his eargasmic note in "Way", the sun appeared (it's been raining for days) xD And then, when he started singing "Love Dust", it started raining again... xD

Anyway, for the story itself, I'm sorry if I'm writing slowly >.< I'm actually trying to write as much as possible but I work 40 hours a week, and last week I had no time to write (because of a certain someone who came all the way from the city to the country X3). I'll try writing as much as possible this weekend (three days weekend again, HELL YEAH!) ^^