Title: Real Love
Pairing: YeWook
Type: Chaptered 1
Rating: PG for this chapter
Current mood: Hungry
Listening to: Sakura Girl – NEWS
Summary: Yesung meets Ryeowook, and forgets about the KKK.
Warning: Danger alert!!!
A/N: Pun on KKK. In real life it stands for the Ku Klux Klan, who were evil. In my fic, it stands for Kangin, Kibum, Kyuhyun, who bully people… >.<*
Disclaimer: I own EunHae and YeWook. Oops is that a pig flying??!
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“Hey look!” Kangin leaned over to Kyuhyun, sitting next to him, pointing at the new boy in class. “There’s a new kid.”
“So?” Kyuhyun’s eyes were still fastened on his PSP, fingers flying over the buttons, trying to bust another player on his RPG game.
“Look, it’s another one. Who does not know KKK.” Kangin smirked.
“Huh. Okay.” Kyuhyu’s fingers were still active. “Yes yes yes… Twice more… BUSTED!” He punched a fist into the air.
“Aish never mind.” Kangin turned to Kibum, who was on the right of him. “New kid. KKK can prep him up for class.”
“How?” Kibum spoke in a low voice, sleepily.
“Well, like this.” Kangin started whispering plans to Kibum, and a smile was slowly spreading across his face.
“Does Kyuhyun know about this yet?” Kangin shook his head. “Go tell him now! Before he finds another one.”
“Yahh!” Kangin snatched the PSP out of Kyuhyun’s hands, and after a yell of protest, Kyuhyun’s anger had almost all dissipated when Kangin told him what was going to happen.
“We need to let him learn what being in Higher Biology feels like. Anyway, he doesn’t yet know to respect us.” Kangin nodded his head in triumph.
“Let’s.” Kyuhyun and Kibum said together, and exchanged hi-fives.
Yesung, who was sitting two rows in front of the KKK trio quietly reading a book, rolled. He cast a sorry look at the new kid, Kim Ryeowook, who sat not far from him, going through the Higher Biology textbook studiously. He looked so sweet, so innocent, not knowing what was going on.
It had been like that for all the new students who entered the Higher Biology class: they got into the class, KKK played a serious prank on them, they either left the class or lived in fear of KKK. Most of the time it was both. But Yesung didn’t really care much. He never got pranked by the trio, so he never really understood how the new students suffered.
But for this Ryeowook, it was different. The young boy looked so thin, so fragile, like he could break into pieces if you raised your voice over 3 decibels. He had black-framed glasses perched on his nose, and Yesung saw him push them up, then that same hand flipped a page of the book. He didn’t look older then 16 – he must be very smart to have made it into the class this semester then. Yesung actually felt a pang for that little boy. However, he immediately shook it off his head, what was going to happen was going to happen, he wasn’t going to be there to stop it. Even if it was for some small, glass-like nerdy boy whom Yesung had a good impression of.
During break, Yesung approached the new boy, and introduced himself to him. “Hi Ryeowook. I’m Yesung.” He put out a small hand.
Ryeowook stared at it apprehensively, then shook it lightly. “Hi.” He looked up at the taller boy, eyes almost afraid, not knowing what to do.
Yesung chuckled. “You know, you can be comfortable around me. Just relax. I’ll show you the way to your next class if you don’t know it. By the way, how old are you?” He smiled warmly at the young boy.
All it took was this introduction before Ryeowook began to latch himself onto Yesung, like a lost puppy. It turned out that they also shared Arts class and Physics together, and Ryeowook was clearly more than grateful for that. Yesung found out that he had skipped 2 years and was now studying the same grade as himself, only he was 2 years younger. He was smart, but not nerdy, though. He had a sweet, quiet personality, and listened to whatever Yesung had to offer. He also had his own share of jokes, and his laughter was clear and pure in Yesung’s ears. Yesung soon developed the habit of ruffling Ryeowook’s hair when they parted, and liked seeing Ryeowook pout at that, frantically trying to arrange his hair.
He forgot about what he heard from Kangin’s mouth. This was when the trouble started.
