Kyuhyun’s great, really.

They live in a house, two hours from the city. The house is big and spacious and much too classy for either of them, but they don’t care.

In his dream, Kyuhyun is locked in a tower.

“We could’ve died.” Kyuhyun nonchalantly lit a cigarette and stuck it in his mouth. “Although, I guess, if you were alone, you could probably get away. Being able to turn invisible and all.”

Feeling wasn’t a program. They didn’t have hearts. Nothing was supposed to be real.

Jongwoon’s just a rockstar, he doesn’t pay attention to any of his fans. Well, most of his fans…

Kyuhyun wonders if fighting with doormats is the mature way to handle this. Not that he’s mature.

underneath the surface, underneath the surface, the absence is threatening.

After Super Junior, Kyuhyun and Jongwoon live together, testing every possible limit to their relationship and watching as everything crumbles to pieces.

kyuhyun’s never had the strongest heart.