Game Over chapter 1
Genres: AU!, romance, smut, angst
Rating: Nc 17
Warnings: Rated scenes involving sex (lol)
Summary: "Once the game begins, the only choice is to stay on it until you reach the end, or lose.
Will you endure the pain caused from it?" Cho Kyuhyun
Warning: This is a "sequel" of my other fanfic Go crazy, get hurt, be trapped so it would be better to read the other before reading this one :P
Chapter 1 - The beginning
People aren’t simple. One word isn’t enough to resume thoroughly their entire construction of logics. Don’t assume people are entire kind, this isn’t true. Stereotypes are only a prejudiced way of comprehending people. As for me, I am exactly like the common citizen: neither good nor bad. Creating expectations on others will lead to delusion, thus I chose to keep myself protected from those complex minds, because what’s hidden on them is frightening.
Beneath those charming smiles I wore on my face, no one would believe the thoughts that wandered in my mind. Distrust was the word that could resume perfectly my feelings. Understanding people’s minds was, probably, unfortunate; because only with the tiny bit I comprehended, was enough to make me feel repulsed. Most of them did not deserve any trust, neither my genuine feelings. “I like you. Can you go out with me?” the girl standing in front of me said all at once, looking directly at the floor blushing heavily.
How can she like me? All she knows about me is the faucet I show on the surface. I felt repulsed by her, because she assumed my personality, idealizing me as her ideal man. I’m not the ideal prince charming she dreams of, neither want to be for her. However, I still smiled like a perfect gentleman would, but politely declined her request. “I can’t. I’m very sorry. I want to focus in my career. I’m sure a delightful girl like you deserves more than me.” White lies. Actually, she wasn’t even worth the waste of time. The girl seemed taken aback, luckily, she did not cry, just bowed and left, for my relief.
It was around 4 years ago when my debut was first announced. It was during a party of the company. The gathering had many important executives, songwriters, experienced sunbaes, composers. As expected from most of them, they only cared about superfluous matters. I narrowed my eyes at the supposed to be pretty idol girls that stared at other women with malicious grins. In reality, they were all hideous. I always analyzed my surrounds, making strategies of how to act to survive in this corrupted place.
Someone caught my attention among that ambient full of superfluous people and deceitful expressions. He was rather petite, his face expressed boredom. He was honest at least, unlike me who kept smiling towards all of the people that surrounded me. I was the main subject of the night since my debut was just announced. It didn’t take long for the boy to sigh and walk in my direction. He was elegant, just like anyone else in the party.
He stared at me, trying to hide his boredom because he probably thought it was impolite (which was impolite indeed), but he failed at doing so. I looked at him amused as he opened his mouth only to say simple phrases. “Nice to meet you, rookie.” He said clearly uninterested, it made my interest for him grew further. “Nice to meet you, whoever you are.” I equally showed disinterest, trying to trick him into telling his name, there was no use knowing only his face. Also, I wouldn’t show any sign of interest on that petite man, it could be used against me later (knowing how this place was full of gossipers).
The petite furrowed his eyebrows and shrugged after hearing the last part. “Kim Ryeowook is the name. Never bothered to check the lyricist of your upcoming main track, Kyuhyun-sshi?” he retorted with an indignant tone to it. I was amazed to see he was the songwriter everyone mentioned about, the one who was considered a “prodigy”. I thought it was interesting how his appearance did not match the one I imagined for him. I expected someone more nerdy looking, another stereotype. How foolish of my part.
I wanted to annoy him, until he revealed his true side, since I could not preview his logic like I did to others. “I’m checking him out now.” I said in a flirting tone with a wide grin, verifying if he was going to fall for it like most fell. Ryeowook raised an eyebrow at me questioningly and only said. “Okay, just don’t drool.” Wait. What?
He turned his back to me while I still watched him dumbfounded, wondering if I heard correctly. As he started walking away I smirked knowing he was definitely someone to keep an eye for. At least he had personality to act accordingly to his opinions, unlike many in this place that had made up personalities that were put only to make them seem nice, me included.
I was completely fascinated by the petite boy named Kim Ryeowook. However, something in the back of my mind said I should immediately restrain any contact with him. Dealing with unpredictable people meant uncertain outcomes. It was worrisome, considering I liked to foresee what might happen and build my defenses, but with people like him, I wouldn’t be able to do so.
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Everyone around me raised their expectations as the debut neared. In consequence, my pressure felt unbearable. The image of the supposedly “flawless rookie” was what they wanted me to display, but it slowly started to extinguish as I couldn’t maintain it anymore. It was tiring, mainly because I wasn’t as perfect as they required me to be. The anticipation they created around my debut weighted on my mind, I felt like I should reach what they stipulated for me. However, it was unattainable.
Nobody was perfect; I was no exception.
My dry throat kept hindering the recording of the tracks of the album. Under that situation, I felt stressed, knowing that through the wide glass, where the producers stood, many were probably wearing those judging expressions. I hated being considered incompetent when I was doing my best. The producer gave a short break, probably exhausted from many failures.
My frustration increased by each minute that passed, thus the decision to leave the soundproof studio. I opened the door and promptly frowned, since I did not notice Ryeowook was there before, still eyeing through the wide glass. He was leaning against the wall, with arms crossed. I ignored his presence, because I had more important things to worry about in the moment. While replaying the song in my mind, Ryeowook called me out. “Kyuhyun-sshi.” He said formally, which made me stare at him questioningly, since last time I recollected he addressed me as ‘rookie’.
Thankfully, it did not take long for me to process the information once he threw a bottle of water in my direction, if my reflexes weren’t agile, it would have collided against my face. I caught it and sent him a menacing glare, wondering if he was trying to hit me in the process. Ryeowook looked like he did not care about the fact the object almost hit me. My eyes narrowed once he started approaching me.
I watched attentively his orbs, but they did not seem to express any criticism. It was a relief in a way. He tapped lightly my back while passing by me. “Focus, do not mind your surrounds. Hope this water helps with your dry throat.” Ryeowook said with a small smile. It was rather different from how he treated me when I first met him. He seemed gentle. It would be nicer if he handled the bottle on my hand though, instead of throwing randomly nearly hitting my head on the process.
After he left, I kept wondering if he had any reason to encourage me. He probably had a reason for helping an almost complete stranger, or at least some ulterior motive. It was indeed a mystery. I left that aside, because he was starting to annoy my senses and leave me more alerted than ever. I’d rather he acted deceitful, this way I wouldn’t have to lose my time wondering about those things. Also, even false people were more obvious than him.
Unexpectedly, afterwards this event, the recording went smoothly. Perhaps the water was indeed what my throat needed, or was the encouragement? At least a bit of the weight was lifted from my shoulders, thanks to Ryeowook, I suppose. The producers praised me at the end, for making a quick improvement after the given break. It was unnerving, because I knew they were overflowing with annoyance earlier, when I couldn’t get the notes right.
I looked around the studio in order to find Ryeowook, but he was missing. Apparently, he had another appointment to attend. I promised myself to at least thank him next time I see him around. Or should I turn back the bottle of water in the same way he gave it to me?
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The choreographer was named Eunhyuk, he was rather strange, but nice nonetheless. Apparently, he was the type of person who was very impulsive: one who would blurt out things and isn’t aware of the damage those words could cause. Perhaps he was an airhead? His docile nature was surprising considering he passed a completely different image once he started with his fierce dances.
Drops of sweat kept falling from my forehead due to the exhausting dance session. I sat down on the floor, in order to rest my legs that were unsteady. I searched desperately for some water, because I felt dehydrated from losing water through the sweat. I took a long gulp, it was extremely refreshing. I watched Eunhyuk doing the same, but he was more conditioned to this type of activity than me, that was the reason behind his seemingly fine state. He occupied the spot beside me on the floor. Since we’ve been practicing for almost two weeks already, we were already familiar with each other. Every day we trained to weariness in the same boring room.
Being there seemed like we were being locked and obliged to train until we couldn’t keep still anymore. I did not debut yet, but I already felt tired. How people could endure this routine? Our deep breaths were the only sound on the room now, until the peacefulness was interrupted by the said choreographer. “Isn’t this song the one written by the prodigy newcomer?” I wondered for a few seconds until I realized that indeed it was. Ryeowook did say in the first time we met that he was the lyricist of the upcoming main track. Perhaps this was the reason why he helped me on that day? Only because he wanted his song to come out perfectly. Tch, I knew something was strange behind his kindness.
I still answered trying to sound nonchalant about the matter, but feeling slightly annoyed at the petite. “Yes, his name is Kim Ryeowook.” It annoyed me each time people referred to him as prodigy. Wasn’t him a human being just like us? He was probably full of flaws just like any ordinary human being. Eunhyuk seemed quite interested in the young lyricist, could not understand why though. Of course people chattered about those kinds of things in the company, so obviously Ryeowook was commented often by many mouths that had nothing better to do.
“Why?” I asked interested in knowing why Eunhyuk had that reaction. “Well, I never had the chance to actually talk with him. However, it is fascinating the amount of rumors related to him.” Eunhyuk said engrossed in that subject. I was speechless after hearing that and quickly rolled my eyes in disapproval. Rumors were, most of times, lies. Those were created only to entertain people that had nothing better to do in life besides gossiping about other’s personal matters. However, since Eunhyuk clearly liked those discussions, I restrained my acid opinions about that and only nodded to signal I was hearing to his babbling.
“They say Ryeowook-sshi is rather charming, but turns down everyone who tries to approach him seeking for another kind of relationship.” I felt Eunhyuk’s enthusiastic mode, once it started I could never stop him from talking. However, what he said did not seem unusual for me. Maybe the petite did not wish to date anyone within the same company, since generally it meant trouble once it ended tragically. Like he read what I thought, Eunhyuk added “This isn’t the problem. I heard he is very cruel when rejecting. He is very harsh, if these histories are true of course.” Histories? There are many histories surrounding that same subject? That could be suspicious, but still could mean nothing.
Eunhyuk was successfully stirring me up with the story, causing my curiosity to increase by tiny bits. “Do you have, for instance, an example of such unfortunate events?” I asked sarcastically, wondering if this even seemed likely to happen. Judging by Ryeowook’s innocent face one would say it was a lie, since appearances could deceive many. However, I did not believe it since I, myself, fooled everyone with my saint act.
“One of them happened to be from a desperate guy. Apparently, he forced Ryeowook into a corner and kissed him once he was rejected. The surprising part is that Ryeowook responded to the kiss!” Eunhyuk said sounding over dramatic. I raised my eyebrow as I really failed to see what was supposed to be harsh in the entire matter. Eunhyuk kept silent for few seconds apparently trying to raise the suspense of the history. “…That’s it?” I said frustrated that he stopped there, making me wonder if this was indeed what he was claiming to be harsh. I was already regretting about paying attention to his gossips.
“No. I was only emphasizing this.” He said cheekily, enjoying watching the exasperated expression I was probably wearing. “After the kiss he said to the guy ‘I’m grateful for the free kiss. It is regrettable things for free doesn’t have any quality.’ I heard the guy was ashamed to even appear in here afterwards. People are speculating that Ryeowook might be asexual.” Eunhyuk finished telling his absurd history, causing me to blink trying to visualize the scene inside my mind. I wasn’t sure about the reason why I started laughing, because both the history and the speculation were hilarious. In case the history was indeed veracious, Ryeowook was entertaining, just like I expected (the rejected guy might not think the same though).
Eunhyuk looked at me questioningly, probably wondering why I seemed to enjoy that information. I was still wondering how people reached that hypothesis of Ryeowook being asexual, it was funny as hell. Eunhyuk stood up from his seat and started brushing the dust from his baggy pants. I followed him and did the same. This signaled our practice would resume.
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After a month of preparation, the debut finally happened. It was a relief that things went without obstructions on the way. Manager, Lee Seunghwan, wanted to celebrate, thus the reason of we going out to drink. Honestly, he was a weakling when it was related to alcohol being easily knocked out after a few shots. I left him in the care of other staff members that joined us. It ended as me being alone in a bar, I was perfectly fine with this, since I could enjoy a bit of my freedom, while I’m still an unknown idol.
I went to grab another drink on the counter, but something caught my attention. “Ryeowook.” I whispered, apparently he was busy talking with someone else. I shrugged it had nothing to do with me. Lately, the rumors spread around in an astonishing way. It was ridiculous, people even started to place bets of who would be able to have Ryeowook. Seemingly, the petite turned into a “prize” for them, since he was unattainable. However, I wasn’t completely innocent, I watched this entire thing happening with my eyes, but ignored. I didn’t care about what the consequences for Ryeowook would be.
Also, I believed he was no fool. If he happened to fall for those cheap tricks, he would learn how to have a bit of mistrust at least. Life would teach him eventually. Something good might come out of this, who knows. I did not bother with him and went straight to get the vodka. On my way back I had to pass near them. I sighed, hoping Ryeowook wouldn’t recognize me. I went as fast as I could, but ended up hearing a small part of their talk.
The unknown man was resting his hand comfortably in Ryeowook’s thigh and dangerously slid to the insides of his leg. Huh. It seemed like the hypothesis of him being asexual was wrong after all. “Come on, you have to relax around me. You can ride me all night long.” He said stroking Ryeowook’s tight audaciously, saying in a husky voice trying to seduce the smaller man. I wondered if they were lovers for a split of second. However, it was completely denied once Ryeowook answered. “Are you a horse to give me a ride? Now that you mentioned I do think you resemble one.” He said sarcastically, brushing off the hand that was caressing his thigh. I felt the urge to laugh, it was a genius answer.
Obviously the man did not enjoy his act at all. He was about to either grab Ryeowook taking him forcefully or beat him up. I couldn’t really tell apart, since he seemed quite furious. I felt the need to help the petite, not because he needed, but because I still felt indebted to his help in the last time, even if he helped with ulterior motives. I poked the man’s back and he turned around very annoyed for being interrupted. “Could you please leave him alone? You’re bothering my date.” I said with a provocative grin. I knew I was being irreverent, it was on purpose. Luckily, the guy only snorted and left, to search for someone else.
“Do I need to thank you?” Ryeowook feigned indifference to what just happened. I stared at him and shook my head. “No need, I’m just returning your favor, so I won’t be thanking you either.” I said apathetically starting to leave already. “Never expected you to do so.” Ryeowook said and shrugged. I turned around with a raised eyebrow. Ryeowook was indeed captivating, in a way. I grinned. If so many are trying to have him why not try as well? I have nothing to lose anyway and I always enjoyed playing hard games. I wanted to make him lose that nonchalance he usually showed, make him lose all his defenses and turn him into a vulnerable person. This would make him lose his image of “prodigy” and “perfection”. It annoyed me; he wasn’t perfect just like I wasn’t so why should he hold such titles with him?
I occupied the vacant chair beside him, causing him to glance at me awkwardly. “Can I join you?” I asked politely, using the best smile I could to fool him with my nice surface. He was paying more attention to his glass that contained the sinful drink, taking a sip from it. “Suit yourself.” He answered still disinterested. I wasn’t a fool like others who tried to take him forcefully; I would play along with him. It was easier to mislead him this way because he would trust in me eventually.
Just like those fools, I was after the same disputed person.
However, it wasn’t out of love, neither attraction.
It was a matter of only having a way of entertaining myself.
And so…
… the game begins.
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So this was the first chapter. I thought it was needed to tell about the past a little bit in Kyuhyun's way of course :3
It did not turn exactly how I wanted (?) or perhaps it did? I'm not sure, just hope it isn't crappy
I tried making it deep, but meh failed at that >.>
I always discussed with my friends because in Ryeowook's pov we had no idea what Kyuhyun did behind the scenes nor what he really thought of things. :P so this idea was hanging around for quite a long time, this was supposed to start only after the end of Ryeowook's pov (it was supposed to be a sequel) but we ended up agreeing that it would be nice to have this pov in the exact time of things that are happening in the other fanfic (heh. troll)
Really hope this didn't disappoint you (well, you may be disappointed at Kyuhyun though, that much I allow XD)
Rating: Nc 17
Warnings: Rated scenes involving sex (lol)
Summary: "Once the game begins, the only choice is to stay on it until you reach the end, or lose.
Will you endure the pain caused from it?" Cho Kyuhyun
Warning: This is a "sequel" of my other fanfic Go crazy, get hurt, be trapped so it would be better to read the other before reading this one :P
Chapter 1 - The beginning
People aren’t simple. One word isn’t enough to resume thoroughly their entire construction of logics. Don’t assume people are entire kind, this isn’t true. Stereotypes are only a prejudiced way of comprehending people. As for me, I am exactly like the common citizen: neither good nor bad. Creating expectations on others will lead to delusion, thus I chose to keep myself protected from those complex minds, because what’s hidden on them is frightening.
Beneath those charming smiles I wore on my face, no one would believe the thoughts that wandered in my mind. Distrust was the word that could resume perfectly my feelings. Understanding people’s minds was, probably, unfortunate; because only with the tiny bit I comprehended, was enough to make me feel repulsed. Most of them did not deserve any trust, neither my genuine feelings. “I like you. Can you go out with me?” the girl standing in front of me said all at once, looking directly at the floor blushing heavily.
How can she like me? All she knows about me is the faucet I show on the surface. I felt repulsed by her, because she assumed my personality, idealizing me as her ideal man. I’m not the ideal prince charming she dreams of, neither want to be for her. However, I still smiled like a perfect gentleman would, but politely declined her request. “I can’t. I’m very sorry. I want to focus in my career. I’m sure a delightful girl like you deserves more than me.” White lies. Actually, she wasn’t even worth the waste of time. The girl seemed taken aback, luckily, she did not cry, just bowed and left, for my relief.
It was around 4 years ago when my debut was first announced. It was during a party of the company. The gathering had many important executives, songwriters, experienced sunbaes, composers. As expected from most of them, they only cared about superfluous matters. I narrowed my eyes at the supposed to be pretty idol girls that stared at other women with malicious grins. In reality, they were all hideous. I always analyzed my surrounds, making strategies of how to act to survive in this corrupted place.
Someone caught my attention among that ambient full of superfluous people and deceitful expressions. He was rather petite, his face expressed boredom. He was honest at least, unlike me who kept smiling towards all of the people that surrounded me. I was the main subject of the night since my debut was just announced. It didn’t take long for the boy to sigh and walk in my direction. He was elegant, just like anyone else in the party.
He stared at me, trying to hide his boredom because he probably thought it was impolite (which was impolite indeed), but he failed at doing so. I looked at him amused as he opened his mouth only to say simple phrases. “Nice to meet you, rookie.” He said clearly uninterested, it made my interest for him grew further. “Nice to meet you, whoever you are.” I equally showed disinterest, trying to trick him into telling his name, there was no use knowing only his face. Also, I wouldn’t show any sign of interest on that petite man, it could be used against me later (knowing how this place was full of gossipers).
The petite furrowed his eyebrows and shrugged after hearing the last part. “Kim Ryeowook is the name. Never bothered to check the lyricist of your upcoming main track, Kyuhyun-sshi?” he retorted with an indignant tone to it. I was amazed to see he was the songwriter everyone mentioned about, the one who was considered a “prodigy”. I thought it was interesting how his appearance did not match the one I imagined for him. I expected someone more nerdy looking, another stereotype. How foolish of my part.
I wanted to annoy him, until he revealed his true side, since I could not preview his logic like I did to others. “I’m checking him out now.” I said in a flirting tone with a wide grin, verifying if he was going to fall for it like most fell. Ryeowook raised an eyebrow at me questioningly and only said. “Okay, just don’t drool.” Wait. What?
He turned his back to me while I still watched him dumbfounded, wondering if I heard correctly. As he started walking away I smirked knowing he was definitely someone to keep an eye for. At least he had personality to act accordingly to his opinions, unlike many in this place that had made up personalities that were put only to make them seem nice, me included.
I was completely fascinated by the petite boy named Kim Ryeowook. However, something in the back of my mind said I should immediately restrain any contact with him. Dealing with unpredictable people meant uncertain outcomes. It was worrisome, considering I liked to foresee what might happen and build my defenses, but with people like him, I wouldn’t be able to do so.
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Everyone around me raised their expectations as the debut neared. In consequence, my pressure felt unbearable. The image of the supposedly “flawless rookie” was what they wanted me to display, but it slowly started to extinguish as I couldn’t maintain it anymore. It was tiring, mainly because I wasn’t as perfect as they required me to be. The anticipation they created around my debut weighted on my mind, I felt like I should reach what they stipulated for me. However, it was unattainable.
Nobody was perfect; I was no exception.
My dry throat kept hindering the recording of the tracks of the album. Under that situation, I felt stressed, knowing that through the wide glass, where the producers stood, many were probably wearing those judging expressions. I hated being considered incompetent when I was doing my best. The producer gave a short break, probably exhausted from many failures.
My frustration increased by each minute that passed, thus the decision to leave the soundproof studio. I opened the door and promptly frowned, since I did not notice Ryeowook was there before, still eyeing through the wide glass. He was leaning against the wall, with arms crossed. I ignored his presence, because I had more important things to worry about in the moment. While replaying the song in my mind, Ryeowook called me out. “Kyuhyun-sshi.” He said formally, which made me stare at him questioningly, since last time I recollected he addressed me as ‘rookie’.
Thankfully, it did not take long for me to process the information once he threw a bottle of water in my direction, if my reflexes weren’t agile, it would have collided against my face. I caught it and sent him a menacing glare, wondering if he was trying to hit me in the process. Ryeowook looked like he did not care about the fact the object almost hit me. My eyes narrowed once he started approaching me.
I watched attentively his orbs, but they did not seem to express any criticism. It was a relief in a way. He tapped lightly my back while passing by me. “Focus, do not mind your surrounds. Hope this water helps with your dry throat.” Ryeowook said with a small smile. It was rather different from how he treated me when I first met him. He seemed gentle. It would be nicer if he handled the bottle on my hand though, instead of throwing randomly nearly hitting my head on the process.
After he left, I kept wondering if he had any reason to encourage me. He probably had a reason for helping an almost complete stranger, or at least some ulterior motive. It was indeed a mystery. I left that aside, because he was starting to annoy my senses and leave me more alerted than ever. I’d rather he acted deceitful, this way I wouldn’t have to lose my time wondering about those things. Also, even false people were more obvious than him.
Unexpectedly, afterwards this event, the recording went smoothly. Perhaps the water was indeed what my throat needed, or was the encouragement? At least a bit of the weight was lifted from my shoulders, thanks to Ryeowook, I suppose. The producers praised me at the end, for making a quick improvement after the given break. It was unnerving, because I knew they were overflowing with annoyance earlier, when I couldn’t get the notes right.
I looked around the studio in order to find Ryeowook, but he was missing. Apparently, he had another appointment to attend. I promised myself to at least thank him next time I see him around. Or should I turn back the bottle of water in the same way he gave it to me?
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The choreographer was named Eunhyuk, he was rather strange, but nice nonetheless. Apparently, he was the type of person who was very impulsive: one who would blurt out things and isn’t aware of the damage those words could cause. Perhaps he was an airhead? His docile nature was surprising considering he passed a completely different image once he started with his fierce dances.
Drops of sweat kept falling from my forehead due to the exhausting dance session. I sat down on the floor, in order to rest my legs that were unsteady. I searched desperately for some water, because I felt dehydrated from losing water through the sweat. I took a long gulp, it was extremely refreshing. I watched Eunhyuk doing the same, but he was more conditioned to this type of activity than me, that was the reason behind his seemingly fine state. He occupied the spot beside me on the floor. Since we’ve been practicing for almost two weeks already, we were already familiar with each other. Every day we trained to weariness in the same boring room.
Being there seemed like we were being locked and obliged to train until we couldn’t keep still anymore. I did not debut yet, but I already felt tired. How people could endure this routine? Our deep breaths were the only sound on the room now, until the peacefulness was interrupted by the said choreographer. “Isn’t this song the one written by the prodigy newcomer?” I wondered for a few seconds until I realized that indeed it was. Ryeowook did say in the first time we met that he was the lyricist of the upcoming main track. Perhaps this was the reason why he helped me on that day? Only because he wanted his song to come out perfectly. Tch, I knew something was strange behind his kindness.
I still answered trying to sound nonchalant about the matter, but feeling slightly annoyed at the petite. “Yes, his name is Kim Ryeowook.” It annoyed me each time people referred to him as prodigy. Wasn’t him a human being just like us? He was probably full of flaws just like any ordinary human being. Eunhyuk seemed quite interested in the young lyricist, could not understand why though. Of course people chattered about those kinds of things in the company, so obviously Ryeowook was commented often by many mouths that had nothing better to do.
“Why?” I asked interested in knowing why Eunhyuk had that reaction. “Well, I never had the chance to actually talk with him. However, it is fascinating the amount of rumors related to him.” Eunhyuk said engrossed in that subject. I was speechless after hearing that and quickly rolled my eyes in disapproval. Rumors were, most of times, lies. Those were created only to entertain people that had nothing better to do in life besides gossiping about other’s personal matters. However, since Eunhyuk clearly liked those discussions, I restrained my acid opinions about that and only nodded to signal I was hearing to his babbling.
“They say Ryeowook-sshi is rather charming, but turns down everyone who tries to approach him seeking for another kind of relationship.” I felt Eunhyuk’s enthusiastic mode, once it started I could never stop him from talking. However, what he said did not seem unusual for me. Maybe the petite did not wish to date anyone within the same company, since generally it meant trouble once it ended tragically. Like he read what I thought, Eunhyuk added “This isn’t the problem. I heard he is very cruel when rejecting. He is very harsh, if these histories are true of course.” Histories? There are many histories surrounding that same subject? That could be suspicious, but still could mean nothing.
Eunhyuk was successfully stirring me up with the story, causing my curiosity to increase by tiny bits. “Do you have, for instance, an example of such unfortunate events?” I asked sarcastically, wondering if this even seemed likely to happen. Judging by Ryeowook’s innocent face one would say it was a lie, since appearances could deceive many. However, I did not believe it since I, myself, fooled everyone with my saint act.
“One of them happened to be from a desperate guy. Apparently, he forced Ryeowook into a corner and kissed him once he was rejected. The surprising part is that Ryeowook responded to the kiss!” Eunhyuk said sounding over dramatic. I raised my eyebrow as I really failed to see what was supposed to be harsh in the entire matter. Eunhyuk kept silent for few seconds apparently trying to raise the suspense of the history. “…That’s it?” I said frustrated that he stopped there, making me wonder if this was indeed what he was claiming to be harsh. I was already regretting about paying attention to his gossips.
“No. I was only emphasizing this.” He said cheekily, enjoying watching the exasperated expression I was probably wearing. “After the kiss he said to the guy ‘I’m grateful for the free kiss. It is regrettable things for free doesn’t have any quality.’ I heard the guy was ashamed to even appear in here afterwards. People are speculating that Ryeowook might be asexual.” Eunhyuk finished telling his absurd history, causing me to blink trying to visualize the scene inside my mind. I wasn’t sure about the reason why I started laughing, because both the history and the speculation were hilarious. In case the history was indeed veracious, Ryeowook was entertaining, just like I expected (the rejected guy might not think the same though).
Eunhyuk looked at me questioningly, probably wondering why I seemed to enjoy that information. I was still wondering how people reached that hypothesis of Ryeowook being asexual, it was funny as hell. Eunhyuk stood up from his seat and started brushing the dust from his baggy pants. I followed him and did the same. This signaled our practice would resume.
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After a month of preparation, the debut finally happened. It was a relief that things went without obstructions on the way. Manager, Lee Seunghwan, wanted to celebrate, thus the reason of we going out to drink. Honestly, he was a weakling when it was related to alcohol being easily knocked out after a few shots. I left him in the care of other staff members that joined us. It ended as me being alone in a bar, I was perfectly fine with this, since I could enjoy a bit of my freedom, while I’m still an unknown idol.
I went to grab another drink on the counter, but something caught my attention. “Ryeowook.” I whispered, apparently he was busy talking with someone else. I shrugged it had nothing to do with me. Lately, the rumors spread around in an astonishing way. It was ridiculous, people even started to place bets of who would be able to have Ryeowook. Seemingly, the petite turned into a “prize” for them, since he was unattainable. However, I wasn’t completely innocent, I watched this entire thing happening with my eyes, but ignored. I didn’t care about what the consequences for Ryeowook would be.
Also, I believed he was no fool. If he happened to fall for those cheap tricks, he would learn how to have a bit of mistrust at least. Life would teach him eventually. Something good might come out of this, who knows. I did not bother with him and went straight to get the vodka. On my way back I had to pass near them. I sighed, hoping Ryeowook wouldn’t recognize me. I went as fast as I could, but ended up hearing a small part of their talk.
The unknown man was resting his hand comfortably in Ryeowook’s thigh and dangerously slid to the insides of his leg. Huh. It seemed like the hypothesis of him being asexual was wrong after all. “Come on, you have to relax around me. You can ride me all night long.” He said stroking Ryeowook’s tight audaciously, saying in a husky voice trying to seduce the smaller man. I wondered if they were lovers for a split of second. However, it was completely denied once Ryeowook answered. “Are you a horse to give me a ride? Now that you mentioned I do think you resemble one.” He said sarcastically, brushing off the hand that was caressing his thigh. I felt the urge to laugh, it was a genius answer.
Obviously the man did not enjoy his act at all. He was about to either grab Ryeowook taking him forcefully or beat him up. I couldn’t really tell apart, since he seemed quite furious. I felt the need to help the petite, not because he needed, but because I still felt indebted to his help in the last time, even if he helped with ulterior motives. I poked the man’s back and he turned around very annoyed for being interrupted. “Could you please leave him alone? You’re bothering my date.” I said with a provocative grin. I knew I was being irreverent, it was on purpose. Luckily, the guy only snorted and left, to search for someone else.
“Do I need to thank you?” Ryeowook feigned indifference to what just happened. I stared at him and shook my head. “No need, I’m just returning your favor, so I won’t be thanking you either.” I said apathetically starting to leave already. “Never expected you to do so.” Ryeowook said and shrugged. I turned around with a raised eyebrow. Ryeowook was indeed captivating, in a way. I grinned. If so many are trying to have him why not try as well? I have nothing to lose anyway and I always enjoyed playing hard games. I wanted to make him lose that nonchalance he usually showed, make him lose all his defenses and turn him into a vulnerable person. This would make him lose his image of “prodigy” and “perfection”. It annoyed me; he wasn’t perfect just like I wasn’t so why should he hold such titles with him?
I occupied the vacant chair beside him, causing him to glance at me awkwardly. “Can I join you?” I asked politely, using the best smile I could to fool him with my nice surface. He was paying more attention to his glass that contained the sinful drink, taking a sip from it. “Suit yourself.” He answered still disinterested. I wasn’t a fool like others who tried to take him forcefully; I would play along with him. It was easier to mislead him this way because he would trust in me eventually.
Just like those fools, I was after the same disputed person.
However, it wasn’t out of love, neither attraction.
It was a matter of only having a way of entertaining myself.
And so…
… the game begins.
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So this was the first chapter. I thought it was needed to tell about the past a little bit in Kyuhyun's way of course :3
It did not turn exactly how I wanted (?) or perhaps it did? I'm not sure, just hope it isn't crappy
I tried making it deep, but meh failed at that >.>
I always discussed with my friends because in Ryeowook's pov we had no idea what Kyuhyun did behind the scenes nor what he really thought of things. :P so this idea was hanging around for quite a long time, this was supposed to start only after the end of Ryeowook's pov (it was supposed to be a sequel) but we ended up agreeing that it would be nice to have this pov in the exact time of things that are happening in the other fanfic (heh. troll)
Really hope this didn't disappoint you (well, you may be disappointed at Kyuhyun though, that much I allow XD)