A/N: I can't believe I created a YeWook pairing fic! I had originally planned in making my second KyuMin but for some odd reason, the idea Yesung chasing after Ryeowook was too cute to pass up.

Anyhow, do enjoy!

Disclaimer: I ownz nothingz.

Warning: BL/Man-love/Slash

In which Yesung tries to win Ryeowook's sweet and tender feelings, things just don't go his way. Why? Because Yesung IS YESUNG – the all-around clumsy and fail member of Super Junior!

Just how long had this been going on? When did I start feeling this way towards him, of all people?

I was not pretty sure myself either. All I remembered was when manager-hyung told me that he needed someone to look after me – yeah, to look after me; What am I, a kid? – he suddenly took off outside our new dorm and returned with a very familiar member in his grasps.

"Ryeowookie?" I blinked at the younger one, who looked just as clueless, then looked at our manager with equal wonder. "Why him? I thought you wanted him to room with Kyuhyun-ah."

"And allow you to be alone in a big room? I'm not taking chances here." Manager-hyung then put both his hands on his waist, stating more of his point. Inwardly, I wanted to protest but—

"Remember when you used to be alone in a room in our last dorm? You bought dozens of food inside and it took three weeks to remove those ants!"

"C'mon, those were just ants."

"Yeah, ants that were magically transformed to mutated ones!" I had to laugh at our manager-hyung's comical shudder as he remembered that incident. Hey, what could I do? I had to feed the ants too, you know. Or else I might get accused of ANTicide or something. "Anyway, that's final. Ryeowook-ah, room with Yesung here, okay? I'll room Sungminnie with Kyuhyun-ah instead!"

I saw the older male put a gentle hand on the younger member's head and ruffled his hair. Ryeowook, who was silent throughout the conversation, finally beamed and agreed. That said, manager-hyung, who looked like he won some kind of big award with that big smile on his face, skipped out of the dorm to retrieve my new roommate's things.

Silence quickly fell and neither of us dared to speak. I continued placing personal boxes inside my –I meant, our room– and him just standing beside the door, observing the interior.

What was up with this awkwardness? I had the foggiest idea about it and simply shrugged it off. Maybe Ryeowook-ah was surprised with manager-hyung's sudden decision-making.

Or maybe he was quietly trying to adapt to the new surroundings. Animals do that, right? Not that I was saying that Ryeowook-ah was but he could really pass to being one with him looking this adorably cute and small. Well, anyway, straying from the topic here.

"I'm sorry…" He finally spoke; his distinct and unique voice reached my cross-adorned ears. I halted with two large boxes on my hands and blinked at the smaller man in front of me; his face averted downwards and arms tucked from behind.

"Pardon?"

"Sorry, I know you want the room for yourself and all, hyung." He started off with a tiny voice but I could still sense the sincerity. How could he have known that I really wanted the room for myself? Did I really sound that obvious? Nevertheless, it didn't hurt to try new things or have roommates.

After all, this was Ryeowook –the quiet yet rowdy, the serious yet playful and the younger yet responsible magnae– I was rooming with anyway. For sure I could bribe him into joining me with ant-mutating experiments the next time.

"Don't worry about it. Manager-hyung's being the usual grandpa that he is. C'mon, help me fix my stuff, yeah?" The sign of my acceptance and approval made Ryeowook's eyes twinkled with delight. He quickly took some of my boxes and brought them inside, excitedly organizing my belongings, once or twice marveling at my choice of toys and musical instrument.

"You gotta help me with my stuff too, okay?" He chuckled jokingly as he took out a flower-shaped alarm clock and small-scale wooden mannequin with a tiny Afro wig from the box. Yeah, weird stuff, I know.

Quietly, I watched him at the corner of my eye and wondered unconsciously just exactly what my dorm life would be now that Ryeowook had entered my room of oddities and eccentricity. I would probably bet he wouldn't last a week with me. I mean, who had? I was just too weird for someone anyway.

That no sooner than later, he'd be begging manager-hyung to switch rooms and I'd be all alone again.

But who knew I was dead wrong with all of these accusations and assumptions? It had already been five FULL months since Ryeowook moved with me, woke up the same time as me, practiced singing with me and slept the same time as me.

Not only did he prove me wrong so good, he did the unimaginable to me.

Kim Ryeowook made me, Kim Jongwoon aka Yesung, fall helplessly in love with him. Just exactly how did it happen and how did he did it?

It just did within a span of five months of nothing but his cuteness and hidden motherly instinct. Actually, it was because it was simply him.

Now, how about wondering how I would be winning his heart, hmm? I already had the perfect list and how to's to make him fall for me! Note to self: return Heechul's love book later when he's out. Caution, watch out for Heebum. The cat scratches baaad.

A/N: LOL WHUT? Should I continue this? Because, seriously, the plot just sprouted like daisies on my head and I just had to write SOMETHING or else the restlessness will not disappear. Reviews are like cookies – they make me too hyper and happy, yeah?