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soobadnoonecanstopher · 6 months ago

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Rat Bastard - Part 1

Pairing: You x Kyungsoo

Rating: M (Mature)

Word Count: 7700

Warnings/Tropes: Strong Language, There were too many beds, Enemies to Lovers

Links: Part 1, Part 2

You were due for some good.

Genuinely and honestly you could feel it. You were due for something good to happen to you. So much lately had been so very bad. This kind of bad luck seemed defy all the odds. Surely, surely this impressive streak of the universe opening its big cavernous mouth and vomiting all over your head could not, absolutely should not keep going. You were due. Something good. Anything good. For the love of God, it wasn’t as if you were a bad person. It wasn’t as if you routinely bet on dog fights and stole money from the big charity jar for the sick kids next to the register. You’d never ever, not once in your life even so much as looked at a dog or a kid funny. You never raised your voice or lost your temper. You didn’t yell at service workers. You didn’t deserve the cataclysm of shit that had been flung your way and even if, okay maybe… maybe once or twice you’d told a white lie, it was only to spare someone’s feelings. Maybe you’d stolen a piece of candy from a corner store as an ignorant child. Maybe you stepped on an ant or a fly or a spider but you swear none of it had been on purpose. You weren’t a bad person, not in the way that those bad people who get punished by the universe are punished, that wasn’t you. This shit storm had to end soon. It just had to.

You had been repeating this to yourself during the entire flight. During the entire, eerily empty flight with the single flight attendant who occasionally looked up and smiled at you when you made eye contact and uttered out a sweet, “you alright, hon?” When your own smile dipped just a little too far as the turbulence grew to what you were sure had to be abnormal levels.

The plane was one of those tiny propeller planes. The kind that had a whopping nine seats total and what every creak and groan of its rusted out nuts and bolts barely holding the thing together as it fought through the high winds outside and sent shivers down your spine.

What if this was it? What if that pilot had flown this thing right smack over the Bermuda Triangle and your rotten shit ass luck sent the three of you down into a watery grave nestled up beside Amelia Earhart and her tangled barnacle covered wreckage at the bottom of the sea.

No.

No, you were due for something good.

“Is it normally this loud?” You shouted across the tiny airplane cabin but the lone flight attendant had her head turned as she peered through the open cockpit door. She didn’t hear your question and offered you no reassurances as she stood up, straightened her uniform, a tasteful pantsuit, and disappeared through the open doorway

“Fasten your seatbelt and prepare for landing, Hon,” she popped her head back out for the quick announcement and disappeared through the space again, leaving you completely alone to contemplate your own mortality and what you hoped would be a swift end. It felt impossible. You hadn’t even been able to see land from outside your window. It had been endless ocean for hours now. Maybe you wouldn’t even feel the impact. Maybe the adrenaline dump would protect your dying mind and body from the pain that came from with a water impact. Your knuckles were bright white as you gripped your armrests and you remembered that one episode of MythBusters that said the best position for a plane crash was with your body bent in two and your head tucked down between your legs.

The plane was shaking terribly. It was rattling and screeching. You were clenching down so hard on your teeth you half wondered if you might knock a few of them loose. You were praying to yourself with your eyes squeezed up tight and you wrapped your arms tightly around your thighs doing your best to hold yourself together even if this plane fell apart around you. There was a boom. You hoped you wouldn’t pee your pants but thought you might be justified if you did. The search and rescue team would understand as the collected your remains.

The roaring and trembling of this world around you creaked and moaned and swayed and eventually you could feel the change of speed deep inside your chest as everything, every groan and strain and clench came to a stop with a dramatic throwback on the landing that jostled your body and made you feel positively seasick.

The plane had stopped.

You were not dead.

“Ladies and Gent—” The pilot's voice broke through the tiny speaker over your head. You pulled your sweaty head up from your lap and looked through the still open cabin door as the man speaking paused for a moment to consider his words, “uhh…just lady, we welcome you to La Malinche Island. The temperature is a damp and balmy 89 degrees Fahrenheit and dropping as the winds pick up. Not sure what possessed you to fly to a tiny island in the Caribbean right before a hurricane hit but Barracuda Air does not want to know your business. We only care about our promise to you. Our promise of course, at Barracuda Air, with a … 0% flight cancellation rate, not counting that one incident with Jerry — be it rain or snow or sleet or hail, Barracuda Air does not care. Barracuda Air will get you there. Welcome to La Malinche. We hope you like 150 mile-per-hour winds and torrential rain.”

Hurricane? Is that was the roaring and terrifying shaking has been about? A goddamned hurricane?!

You’d checked the weather last week. There was zero mention of a hurricane. You pulled your cell phone out of your back pack and turned off airplane mode and you watched the cell service signal in the upper right hand corner spin and spin. It eventually gave up and gave you the saddest little no signal sign and you toggled airplane mode on and off again with the same terrible result.

But…but…

You were due.

“Thank you for flying Barracuda Air.” Your flight attendant was standing near the exit at the front of the plane; her voice just loud enough for you to hear it; her smile just wide enough for you to get the message.

You tried your phone one more time, this time turning the whole thing off and turning it on again while holding it up high above your head to be able to catch the signal better. You just needed a minute for it to come back on. You only needed one bar, one bar would be enough.

“Thank you for flying Barracuda Air.” This time her voice was closer. She was standing at your row now, her voice betrayed none of the urgency implied with the repetition. Her smile was still believable enough.

You looked down at the useless paperweight in your hands and outside of the window on the tarmac below, you watched the lone airport employee wheeling your checked bag away from the airplane. The wind whipped his rain jacket around his body fiercely in all directions and you swallowed down the very real sense of dread that was beginning to fill your stomach.

This was supposed to be a vacation. This was supposed to be paradise. It had been advertised as such in the brochure. The single’s retreat at the five star resort where only other eligible global singles of extremely high caliber would attend. The probably very expensive luxury retreat that was a gift from your very best friend in the entire world, Clare, who sold you on the idea that here — here you would surely find your soulmate. One that would be as delighted to meet you and you were to meet them.

Here you would be the most beautiful and captivating woman any of these sad, but not clinically; lonely, but not in a creepy way; brooding but not in a mean way; hurt and broken but not broken in some way that some sweet woman’s attention couldn’t fix — you’d be the most womanly woman any of these manly men had ever seen!

Definitely not the kind of man that still lived with an overbearing mother, but one who still loved his mother very much, but maybe lived far enough away from her that he didn’t have to listen to everything she told him anymore. Hell, maybe you’d get lucky and land a man with a dead mother. No, no, no. No need to be greedy.

But the kind of man — no, the kind of men who were very, very attractive.

They were going to be tall with clean skin and clean teeth and they’d be successful, but not too successful. They were smart, but not annoyingly so. Oh! And charming! But most importantly, they were men who would find you to be absolutely irresistible. These men were supposed to be waiting for you. They were going to be beside themselves when they got a load of you. They were going to flirt with you and call you sweetheart or darling with a southern drawl or and they would buy you drinks and feed you cheesy lines about how they’d never before seen a woman that held galaxies inside of her eyes like yours did.

“Ma’am,” a voice called to you, sharper than before, “you need to get off the plane. The airport is closing because of the storm. You can't stay here.”

You hadn’t even unbuckled your seat belt yet.

God forbid they give you a damn minute.

It was a disaster.

You quickly gathered all of your belongings. The flight attendant had pulled your carry-on bag down from the overhead bin and her smile had long since vanished as she held it out for you to take and get the hell off her plane already. You grabbed the handle, no longer grateful for her help. No longer thankful for the small bag of peanuts she’d fed you earlier or the two cans of soda she’d handed you hours ago. She was ushering you down the aisle, through the exit door, and had watched you navigate the scary stairs until you plopped your two feet right down into the cement of the tarmac belonging to the smallest airport you had ever visited in your entire life.

The wind came at you in waves. One second you were sure this whole hurricane thing had been exaggerated and the next your hair was taken and spun around your head, whipped into some sort of frenzied do as strands hit your cheeks like tiny, stinging whips. You did your best to grab ahold of it with one hand but lost your cardigan in the process. It flew a few feet and landed on the floor in a brown puddle of water beside the door with a hand-printed arrow directing you to open it for Baggage Claim.

You were an adult. You had been a responsible, self-sufficient adult for some years now. You had found yourself in situations that required you to navigate this cold cruel world by yourself before but as you reached down and picked up your sweater and watched the muck drip in slow, fat, thick drops from the once pristine knit fabric, you suddenly felt more alone than you’d ever felt in your entire life.

Behind you, far beyond this mystery puddle, the only one in this entire dry concrete hell; somewhere on that small runway you heard the Barracuda revving its engines for take off.

Maybe you weren’t due for anything good to happen in your life ever again. Maybe it was just going to be shit from now on.

Had you somehow brought all of this on yourself? Maybe it had been the bad thoughts you’d had. The ill wishes you’d genuinely hoped to fall on those who had done you dirty in your life. Your recent ex-boss, you’d hoped and prayed would face a bout of public uncontrollable diarrhea. Your ex-coworker who’d stolen work from you, lied about you and sabotaged you and who you believed led to you being fired, you hoped she would be hit by a city bus, not enough to kill her but you hoped at least three bones would be broken.

The ex boyfriend who cheated on you with your ex friend, you hoped the both of them would sail off into the sunset and be lost as sea, eaten by a whale or something scarier with suckers and sharp teeth.

And most recently, that friend of a friend, that charming, sweet, funny, and handsome man who would be absolutely perfect for you, according to Claire who set you both up — the blind date who not only stood you up, leaving you to wait for him for a whole hour at the fancy ass restaurant, but also, in some wacky attempt to tarnish your good name told all of your friends that you were in fact the one who flaked on the date. You could not imagine why he couldn’t have just come clean. Well you weren’t going to let him win. He was trying to play the victim when in fact you had been the loser who was stood up. You denied it earnestly. He maintained his lie and you both had been stuck in a bitter stalemate ever since. Any gathering of friends where he was scheduled to be there, you refused to attend. You heard through various sources that he had a similar reaction to the threat of your presence and this only fanned the flames even hotter. Any time his name was uttered in pleasant company you rolled your eyes and made snide remarks under your breath. Doh Kyungsoo. Kyungsoo. Chef Doh. Decorated and celebrated private chef, a genius with a knife and a frying pan. You wanted to vomit.

After a while the fight moved from only inside your own head to the real world. He would leave sarcastic replies to some of the things you said to your friends. Things you told them with love and respect would get a passive aggressive laughing reaction from him or some sort of contrary comment right below yours. You both evolved into taking little snips at each other in the comments of your mutual friends' social media posts and like the good friends they were, everyone of them politely ignored it.

Just, how dare he? There was nothing worse than men who lie. You hoped at the time that he would be exposed for the fake and liar that he was, although now as you wandered through this empty airport this punishment seemed not enough for your shitty mood. In this moment you hoped and prayed that he would have been the one trapped on a deserted island with a hurricane bearing down over his head. Even his name and profile picture filled you with an irrational rage. That sweet and innocent looking, fake ass motherf—

Wait.

Wait one goddamn minute.

Your forward movement abruptly stopped and you stood with your luggage in your hand on the sidewalk of an empty and deserted airport with no cell reception and no idea how to get to the hotel.

Wasn’t all this doom to my enemies wishing how you got yourself cursed by the universe? Was all of this really your own doing?

You took a step, trying to remember if the hotel was situated within walking distance of the airport. Trying to recall it was to the west or to the east or if maybe it was to the south.

This was a tiny island. Maybe it wasn’t that far. Maybe if you wandered around town someone might point you in the right direction and you wouldn’t be mugged or mudered.

You closed your eyes for a split second and smelled something crisp and funny in the air. You could feel the hairs on your arm standing on end and a feeling of panic surged through you as the first fat raindrops began to fall from the sky at the same time as an ear deafening boom sounded out over your head. It was so loud it shook the roof over your head.

You screamed and covered your head, taking several big steps back and away from the empty parking lot where the blinding flash of lightning must have struck.

There was a gross taste inside of your mouth. Your rational brain attributed it to the close lightning strike but you knew deep down what that taste really was.

It tasted like you might be about to make a deal with the devil. You shouted right out loud into the air above your head, “Doh Kyungsoo is great! I misunderstood him! He is a prime example of a man and a genuinely good person! I hope his pillow is always cold and his toast is never burnt!”

You knew it was silly. You were a silly lady.

Of course it was silly.

It wasn’t as if the skies would magically clear, the whipping winds would calm and five taxis would drive up each more eager than the last to drive you to your luxury resort for free.

You did hear something new and unexpected though. Something that had you spinning around to investigate.

There was a man standing behind you. He wore a clean crisp suit and a very wide and bright inviting smile on his face. He had cleared his throat. This respectable gentleman clearly had something to say to you.

“Yes?”

His smile widened with your acknowledgement, “Hello. My name is Mr. Chen. I’m the Concierge with Shifting Sands Resort, are you by chance Miss—” his eyebrows lifted and he extended a hand, palm up, the beginnings of your name formed on his lips.

“Oh my God, yes. I am her. She is me. Oh, thank you, thank you!”

His smile deepened and his eyes turned up into little moons on his pretty face and the relief that surged through you was complete and instantaneous.

“Might I take your bags, Miss?”

Was this man your savior? Would he have come to your rescue all along? Or was Doh Kyungsoo your karmic stabilizer?

You were loaded up and buckled in and well on your jolly way to your promised paradise of pampering and relaxation. Dare you wish for a handsome man or two desperately waiting to make your acquaintance?

Maybe you’d even settle for just one. One handsome and suave proper gentleman to spend the week with; to wine and dine with; to sweep you off your feet. Surely this entire trip wouldn’t be a complete waste. Surely you hadn’t dug yourself down that far deep yet.

Your driver had been maneuvering the big comfy van in silence up until now but you caught his kind eyes glance back at you in the rear view.

“Mr. Chen, please tell me some other people have showed up for this singles retreat.”

His eyes held on to yours for only a few seconds and his lips were pursing together in more thought than you figured was necessary.

“Ummm…” his voice trailed, “well…actually…”

His eyes drifted away from yours under the guise of watching the non existent traffic on this scenic road that, had it not started raining, might have been a beautiful drive.

You weren’t sure what kind of sacrifices the universe demanded. You wanted just one. You didn’t even ask for much, just another living breathing human male who was the complete opposite of that slimey, slandering, thought he was slicker than a bowl of shit, Doh Kyungsoo.

The car screeched to a halt and your seatbelt caught and firmly locked you into place, digging hard enough into your neck to leave a mark. The rain outside pelted the roof of the van, much harder now and Mr. Chen seemed to be breathing quite hard as he tripped the steering wheel tightly enough to turn his knuckles white.

“Miss, are you alright? I am sorry, this road is blocked. We will need to take another way around.”

Jesus. The near kiss with death had you gripping your seat very tightly and you closed your eyes.

That…that…ass— as lovely on the inside as on the outside, Doh Kyungsoo.

That saintly and angelic man.

That accurate and symmetrical and pragmatic and punctual, Doh Kyungsoo.

You could feel yourself running out of adjectives. What is the opposite of a rat bastard?

That legitimate, law-abiding, insured, and licensed to drive, Doh—

“Ahh, what were you asking? Other guests? Yes miss, of course. The singles retreat — well, we don’t have nearly the crowd we expected but there is at least one other guest who you should find most agreeable. He is very handsome and charming. All of the other staff members are positively enraptured by him already. Especially the ladies, but I have to admit I myself felt a bit of a flutter when he caught me in those big brown eyes of his.”

It worked. It fucking worked.

Son of a bi — son of a w-wise and gentle lady probably — what the hell did you know about his mother? She raised a f-fine excuse for a son, that much you knew. A real piece of work— err — art! A piece of art. A real, honest to god, adult male human being. You really needed to get that man out of your head. You could actually feel the first real dangerous slips into madness the more his name and his profile picture danced through your head.

You closed your eyes tight and you tried your absolute best to think about someone else. Anyone else. The mystery man who you were about to meet. The tall, dark, handsome, sweet and successful man who would sweep you off your feet the moment you met him.

The alternate route to the resort was down right pleasant. It was scenic and beautiful and you looked out the window as you drove the long way around, the very deserted road that took you along the breathtaking coastline. You continued the almost ritualistic positive compliments in your head Mr. Chen was chock full of his own compliments for the handsome and admirable guest who was to be your only other companion during this week’s retreat.

You were fine with that. Even if it didn’t turn into love — by the sounds of him and based on how Mr. Chen absolutely raved, you were sure the two of you would get along quite well and maybe even become good friends once this whole thing was over.

The fancy resort was as lovely and beautiful as the brochures had promised, yet your chest felt tight with apprehension. Something was wrong. There was nobody here. Mr. Chen profusely apologized for the shortness of staff due to the incoming storm which from the sounds of the serious news reports you could hear playing on the overhead television in the empty lobby, was already wrecking a neighboring island. The huge and scary category 4 hurricane which threatened to turn into a category 5 at any moment now and who’s outer bands were already knocking trees down outside and whipping rain fiercely against the windows. This wasn’t even the real storm and the wind and sheets of water hitting the window outside sounded so scary. It even sounded as if the building itself was moaning under the pressure of the wind outside. The longer you stood in this enormous and astonishingly empty building, it was becoming more and more evident that maybe you shouldn’t be here at all. Here you stood, your presence alone putting these people in danger. You, the only insane person who stubbornly refused to accept the reality of this storm. Not only would not be the relaxing and love connecting vacation you had been preparing for, but what if something really bad happened to you here? What if you died on this island? Fuck love, fuck men, fuck that man, Doh Kyungsoo in particular — what if you actually died here?

There seemed to be some sort of serious whispered discussion taking place between Mr. Chen and two other uniformed employees of the resort.

You weren’t being checked into your room. In fact, you still had your own bag in your hand and there wasn’t some moist young whippersnapper scooping your bags up to lead you to your room so you could snack on strawberries and cream and sip on champagne.

Someone made eye contact with you. There was a small regretful smile on her face and you caught the deep chest filling breath Mr. Chen took as he looked away from your curious face. It took him a moment of looking away before he exhaled, closed his eyes briefly to collect himself and the same rueful smile took over his face when he turned to come to you, taking several large steps to return to your side, he looked up into your face and carefully began to speak to you. His voice sounded grave and serious.

“Miss, I am,” he lifted a hand and laid his palm over his chest, “extremely, terribly sorry.” His eyes were sad, his eyebrows curved his face into a grimace, “I have received some bad news. The resort will have to close. We have lost power to all of the guest rooms. The ballroom was flooded, as it was closest to the ocean. The kitchens are down. It seems we are in an emergency situation due to the storm.”

This felt like a bad dream. Maybe you had fallen asleep on the plane and when you woke up it would be a bright sunny day in paradise like you’d been promised.

“We will all need to leave. The other guests have already been moved. I’m so sorry, Miss, of course the entirety of the cost of the stay will be refunded. We are prepared to offer a free week’s stay at any of our resorts for you and a guest to use at a time of your choosing. But right now we must go. The roads are beginning to flood and we can only go to the shelter at the highest point on the island. We have to move quickly before the storm surge.”

“Storm surge?” You could feel the panic and upset building inside of you. “Sh-shelter?” You knew it was evident in your voice. “The other guests were moved?” You looked outside the window. Anyone with any sense at all knew there was very real danger happening out there.

“Other guest. Sorry, there is only the one guest. I apologize but you both will need to bunk together in the barracks. The generators should last throughout the storm. There is no other place to go.” Mr. Chen was talking but you felt dazed. You were ushered into a different vehicle and the other staff members climbed in beside you. Mr. Chen was still talking about the place where you were being taken. Something about a room full of bunks, used during some historical war between two countries that didn’t exist anymore. Something about the man, the only other single from this god forsaken Singles Retreat. He was to be your bunk-mate. He, a complete stranger, was supposed to share the very large and spacious barracks with you. There would be ample space for you to spread out, as the space was designed for armies of 20 soldiers or more, but you were not to fear because Mr. Chen and his staff would be right next door should either of you need any assistance.

The road up the hill was bumpy and hectic. This vehicle was obviously well equipped to handle the rough trip, but you still found yourself jostled around, feeling seasick with the swaying back and forth and big bumps the wheels traveled over.

You began to think you might not make it. The queasiness from the ride had you closing your eyes and trying to breathe through it. Begging and pleading that you would not be sick inside this vehicle. You took deep steadying breaths through your nose, exhaling through your mouth, willing your overly sensitive stomach to calm down. The big truck soon began to slow and eventually crawled to a stop.

“I — I need to get out,” you mumbled just under your breath, unbuckling the seat belt and pushing yourself toward the door. You reached for it and pulled the handle, kicking hard with your feet. The rain was falling hard outside and you leaned over, breathing deeply as the raindrops quickly soaked your entire head.

You couldn’t meet him yet. Not like this. Not schrodinger's man of your dreams. Not fighting nausea while looking exactly like a drowned rat as you were babied by some kind hotel worker who probably shouldn’t be getting wet in the rain like this.

The cooling effects of the rain helped to calm the nausea and you felt a hand at your shoulder a moment before the deluge of rain falling over your head stopped. Someone had placed an umbrella over you. Someone was leaning into you; the staff woman from the hotel was talking to you.

“Miss, are you alright?” She rubbed a comforting warm palm over your back between your shoulder blades in slow and careful circles. You opened your eyes, noticing first the soft swell of what had to be a baby in her belly before you looked into her concerned face. She looked to be pretty far along too. She was probably due any week now. Her name tag said Sara and she had kind eyes.

You forced your shoulders back and pushed a smile upon your face. You worked for it and did your best to straighten out the expression on your face, gripping the stick of the umbrella and angling it so it covered more of her body. You’d be damned if you gave some expecting mother pneumonia just because you’d always had an overly sensitive stomach and the Barracuda Air pretzels were sitting funny.

“I’m okay. Just got a little carsick but it’s passed now that I’m out of the car. Let’s hurry inside before we get too wet.”

Your belongings were already rushed inside the drab, depressing, tan colored cement walled building that was to be your shelter for the next week or so and you rushed inside quickly with Sara stepping inside right behind you.

There was a click of the big heavy doors and aside from the two small windows next to the door, there wasn’t much in here for natural lighting. There was a musty smell in here and a thick layer of dust over most of the surfaces.

“I really am sorry that things have ended up this way, Miss.” Sarah waved hand back and forth in front of her face, waving away some of the dust in the air. She didn’t pause for long enough for you to absolve her of any guilt related to this messed up situation before she was speaking again, this time stepping further inside the space. There was a hallway up ahead that she turned into.

“If you could follow me, I’ll show you the room with the bunks and introduce you to Mr. Doh, our other guest. We changed all of the bedding so it’s clean and the space really is quite big.”

She was walking away from you as she kept taking. You felt a strange tickle along your scalp. A raindrop rolled down the back of your head, tickling its way down inside of your hair.

Did she say Mr. Doh? That same dream-like feeling that had been haunting you ever since you’d stepped off of that airplane returned.

Sara was turning a door handle and she had both of her hands pressing on a door.

“I’m sorry, what did you say his name is?”

“I’ll introduce you,” she smiled widely and leaned her head in closer to you as she dropped her voice, “He’s not that tall but he’s so, so, so handsome. He’s funny and witty too. I’m sure you’ll get along.” She said this last part with a genuine giggle of excitement. “I am just so excited!” She squealed. The eagerness in her face had a feeling of dread building inside of your belly. That stubborn queasiness you’d felt before returned.

The room was empty. Of course it was empty. Bunk beds lined each wall and a center aisle just wide enough for a person to pass through single file separated the rows of bunks and on one of the beds, the one closest to the door sat a black travel bag. A dripping rain jacket was hung over the metal frame of the upper bunk and whoever owned these items was not around.

“Oh, he was…just here…” Sara was spinning around, reacting to a sound, the sound of a door opening and your eyes followed to catch the movement of a person, a human, a man as he emerged from what you imagine was a bathroom. His head covered with a small white towel and a tanned arm rubbed swiftly over his straight black hair. On his torso, he wore only a simple white t-shirt and the fabric was too thin. The rain shower he’d been caught in made the shirt nearly transparent.

It only took a moment.

You knew what was going on.

It took less than a second for your eyes to touch deep inside of his big round brown eyes and you knew in an instant; you knew exactly who this Mr. Doh was, this esteemed and honored guest of the Shifting Sands Resort, you knew who he was and you knew exactly what this was — this man who stood in front of you; this man who was not very tall but so, so, so, and yes she was right, so handsome — because he was very handsome; even you could admit that, of course he was.

You wouldn’t have agreed to that idiotic blind date with him in the first place if you hadn’t found him to be incredibly attractive, with his clean skin, soft as hell full lips, achingly deep brown and oh so judgemental eyes, sexy and strong back, bulging arm muscles; his goddamned smart ass comments, and annoying as shit filthy lies that he told to tarnish your reputation with at least four good friends — this man who dropped the towel slowly as his eyes looked into your own stunned ones, this was that man; the one and only, Doh Kyungsoo.

You knew exactly who he was. The rat bastard, Doh Kyungsoo and you knew exactly what this situation was.

You were dead.

You had died in that airplane; gone down in the Caribbean Sea with the rest of the Barracuda Air flight and cabin crew.

You were dead and this was hell.

If your face betrayed the shock you felt right now, Sara didn’t notice. She must not have been paying any attention to you at all. She simply giggled as she gave her sweet introduction of you, raising a hand out palm up as she called out your name and recited some lame facts about you and what kind of man you were looking for in a relationship. Facts that you’d haphazardly typed out during the registration process for this Singles Retreat from hell, she said them all with a wide smile and a small silent clap of excitement as she got the words out.

Sara recited from memory, straight from your own mindless words, “Her ideal man is someone who is funny and witty. Someone who is just the perfect height for plenty of eye contact — and of course a man smells nice and is handsome.” Her hand motioned over and around his pretty face as if she simply could not help herself.

His eyes were wide with just as much genuine surprise in them as you had in yours.

Sara continued her introductions, bringing that palm right back around in front of his chest, at an even level with the nipples you could just make out through the sheer fabric of the wet t-shirt, and she proudly declared, “this is Doh Kyungsoo. His ideal woman is someone who’s as kind as she is honest and trustworthy. She is someone with an iron stomach who isn’t afraid to try new foods and explore new adventures with him.”

You felt too stunned to move. There was no way this was really happening. You felt the room spinning and it reminded you a lot of sitting with your head down between your knees as that airplane fell out of the sky. The same feeling as bouncing around the back seat of that off road truck that brought you up this hill to this bunker out of the immediate threat of the hurricane that blasted outside and into the waiting arms of a much more agonizing threat.

Sara had finished her introductions. Neither of you moved.

He was the first to break the silence.

“What the hell are you doing here?” His question was blunt. He hadn’t bothered with appearances or with how abrupt and callous his question was, or with how full of disgust that expression on his face might appear to Sara.

He never once considered just how far down her shoulders might deflate to have the cold hard truth splashed in her face. That not only did not you check a single one of his boxes, but you might very well be the last woman on this entire earth that he might fall in love with.

That he’d rather sneak out the back door after catching a glimpse of you waiting for him, all gussied up with your cheap drug store makeup and little black dress from the clearance racks at Target — a specimen so far below his level that he couldn’t even spare you the humiliation of faking a smile all the way to dessert before ghosting you the next day; instead he’d rather leave you stranded and embarrassed. Having to foot the bill yourself for your three glasses of white wine and no entree. Having to suffer through the pitiful glances of the waitstaff as they took turns asking if you were “still waiting for someone,” all the while knowing you’d been abandoned and publicly marked as unlovable.

“Me?!” You were too blindsided for tact. Your indignation at his bluntness filled you with just as many questions as he must have had in that pretty, stupid head of his.

“Why you?”

Once the first question was out, the second came out with gusto. He balked and his eyebrows furrowed. His fist clenched around the towel he was holding. You reached down deep within your diaphragm and the words came out too loudly.

You couldn't help the anger you felt. This was supposed to be your Prince Charming. This was supposed to be paradise. You opened your mouth and you let it fly. The frustrations from the trip so far, from the sham of a blind date, from being so unethically and undeservedly fired from your job, that fucking hurricane outside that stole the 5-star resort from under your feet and plopped you down inside this musty concrete prison from the 1940s and the words came out of you as if you threw them hard right into the eye of that hurricane outside.

“Why is it you?! Why are you the Mr. Doh that she is introducing me to?!”

“Because that is my name!!” His voice level rose higher and you actually flinched at the sudden volume he used. This motherfucker. How dare he shout at you. And in front of Sara. The poor girl took two steps away from the both of you and covered her belly with both of her arms.

“Why are you yelling?!” You took a step into him and shouted right back, right into his face. You needed answers for his awful behavior. He did not retreat. You could smell the light cologne he wore from this close.

“Because you yelled at me first!!”

His clenched fist gripping the towel tight was lifted, his eyes were wide, and his voice had so much more power than yours ever could that you nearly cowered. You almost backed down and backed off. Almost. He was clearly just as stubborn as you were.

Also the words he said took only one second to sink in and your next bit of anger got caught inside of your throat, refusing to come out.

Damn. He was right. You did yell first. It was you who did it first.

You’d just been so caught up in your awful mood that seeing him standing in here, knowing that what this man already knows about you would basically ruin your chances of finding any other man here to trick into falling madly in love with you. What if he told them all about your messy life. You hadn’t bothered concealing any of your recent failures on social media. You’d obsessively scrolled through his own profiles often enough to know that not only was this man a work-a-holic, but he was a big ol’ nerd. You figured he had done the same with you since some of his recent digs at you in Claire’s comments had been about you being recently liberated from your job. You’d been in his circle for long enough to know plenty about him, you were sure he had all of the dirt on you. You stepped back and away from him. From a normal distance he didn’t smell so damned nice.

“Oh I did, didn’t I?” you said in a much more normal tone, “I’m sorry I yelled at you.”

Your apology was as abrupt as the yelling had been, but it seemed to have a bigger effect on him. His eyes seemed to grow softer or perhaps just more confused and he blinked rapidly as his focus touched lightly around all edges of your face.

“Sara, not this one,” you pulled your eyes away from his face, not quite finding the conviction to be able to fully look away from him, but your words were at least directed away from him and onto the woman who stood three feet away from you with what you almost thought was a fully enthralled expression on her face.

“Do you have any others?”

Kyungsoo made a sound. It was a scoff mixed with a grunt. It was disgruntled. You pulled your mouth into the sweetest fake smile you could manage and directed all of that sweetness at him.

“I mean the room, of course.”

“Sara, I think I’d also like to switch to another room. This one seems to have something fundamentally wrong with it.” Kyungsoo said without taking his eyes off of your face, “it’s not for me. This place seems undeservingly high maintenance and might even have some nasty pests hidden in the walls. I bet they really come out at night.”

Sara was silent for long enough for you to actually need to look at her. When you did, you smelled trouble. Sara was smiling. It was the kind of smile you got sometimes when you found a great drama to watch and you knew that these two wacky characters were about to thoroughly ruin each other's lives before they fell in love.

Her eyes were bouncing back and forth between you and Kyungsoo and with each pass her smile only widened.

“Sara.” You said in a flat tone. You had seen enough romantic comedies to know what she was thinking. “Sara, no. Not in a million years.”

She was giggling and nodding her head now.

“There are no other rooms.” She said with a voice three octaves higher than normal and she was giggling as she said it. “This is the only room.”

“You can’t even leave because there’s a hurricane outside.” She was outright laughing.

“I have to go tell Mr. Chen everything,” she whispered to herself and she was rushing toward the door, pulling it open with all of her might and vanishing through the opening much faster than you thought a woman in her delicate condition should be allowed to move.

“Sara, I swear to god,” you shouted down the dark hallway that she disappeared down, “Sara!” But she was long gone and behind you the huffing and puffing, very put-out man was grabbing every single bit of his belongings from his bed and moving them all down to the bed at the farthest end of this enormous room, putting himself and his itty bitty towel and his sheer white t shirt with his visible nipples physically as far away from you as possible.

It was actually funny to see him throwing such an obvious fit.

“I can see your nipples through your wet t-shirt, you know.” You said it under your breath but not at all trying to not be heard.

“I’m not the only one in this room with a wet t-shirt, Princess. Between the two of us, your nipples are far more eventful than mine,” he sing-songed back, using as much sarcasm as he could manage with the pejorative he used as a nickname for you.

You gasped covering your chest with both hands — the liar. The damned liar. There was no way. But when you looked down, you could very clearly make out nearly every detail of the entire shape and outline of your breasts, even the dark circles of your nipples in the center stood out. Cold and wet with your precious cardigan long tossed in the trash can back at the airport after it got wet in the puddle and you left with only the sheer bra you stupidly decided to wear under this light pink colored shirt and the hope that maybe, maybe this was one of those countries that didn’t extradite murderers and you might get away with killing him in his sleep tonight.

Links: Part 1, Part 2

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kjsexo · 7 months ago

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kiestrokes · 2 months ago

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Day 8: Han Jisung | SFW-ish

▸Idol: Han Jisung of SKZ ▸Rating: SFW-ish. Minors DNI. ▸Genre: untitled WIP, slice of life, sexual tension is displayed. ▸Vibe: childhood neigbhors/best friends Han Jisung x Reader, Doh Kyungsoo is Jisung's older brother in this AU, reader has dated neither and both are vying for their attention. ▸Warnings: I use gender neutral terms for the reader, if that bothers you then please do NOT read, probably cursing, Ghibli movie in case any of you hate those, Lee Youngji (readers roommate) is nursing a hangover so prior drinking alluded to.

Sexually Explicit Content: skimpy pajamas, sexual tension.

🗝️ Note: just a reminder this is a WIP, it is not close to the finished product this is the first draft of this scene!

Disclaimers: This is a work of fiction; I do not own any of the idols depicted below.

「 25 Hours: Hard, Soft and WIP-mas Masterlist 」

You're spending so much time with Kyungsoo it makes Hanji seek you out more. Foregoing his playboy escapades in a fight for one-on-one time with you.

It’s been a lazy weekend with Youngji sleeping off a hangover on the couch in the living room. Which means you and Jisung have watch the Sunday morning anime of choice in your bed.

You’re in a skimpy sleep set and thick socks you’d dug out of the back of your closet, because the vast majority your laundry is still tumbling away in the washer and dryer. This week having been too busy to get your chores done on their assigned days.

Jisung’s eyes had bugged out behind his oversized wire frame glasses when you answered the door, complete with your hair in a fraying set of Dutch braids.

“You should put clothes on!” He gasps ushering you into your apartment before slamming and locking the door.

“Not so loud fuckboy,” Youngji groans throwing a pillow at him from her deathbed in the living room.

“I have clothes on Jisung.”

You roll your eyes at him, grabbing the bowl of popcorn from the count and sauntering off to your room. Not bothering to see if Jisung had closed his mouth and started to follow you.

“Barely,” he huffs trailing behind you after hurriedly toeing off his sneakers, bag of snacks rustling on his arm.

"Can't we watch it in the living room?"

You have already climbed onto the far side of the bed, tossing the blankets over your bare legs. Looking at him crossly in the gray morning light that is filtering through the windows, unable to decipher whatever it is he's struggling with today.

"No, Youngji had a long night. I do not want to disturb her. Get in the fucking bed Jisung, you're being weird."

He grumbles to himself before climbing in next to you. Quietly passing you the drink he had picked up before snatching the remote from your grasp as you lean over to set the bottle on the side table.

"Fine but I am picking the movie."

"Whatever."

You settle back against the pillows, nestling the bowl of popcorn in the center of your pelvis. Princess of Mononoke rolls onto the screen and Jisung's body stretches out beside yours. Thigh to thigh. Hip to hip. You lean into his familiar figure subconsciously.

You're not even twenty minutes into the movie and he hasn't stopping tussling around. Hand closest to you tucked under the covers, fingers tapping your bare thigh.

Distracting you so much that you cannot focus on the lovely shades of green, in every blade of grass that Ashitaka is riding through.

"Jisung-" you pierce his side profile with an inquistive gaze.

He squeezes your thigh before bolting upright and scrubbing both hands down his face. Theres a long pause and you're worry annoyance grows into worry.

You stroke a hand down his back, and he lets out a shuddering breath.

Jisung doesn't look at you, mumbling the next words into his palms, "can I be honest?"

You sit up, placing the bowl of popcorn on your nightstand to wrap both arms around your best friends shoulders.

"Always, what's wrong?"

“I’m just a little pent up.”

“Oh...is that all?” You laugh squeezing him tighter.

Jisung finally turns his head to look back at you, “and you look really fucking good right now.”

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dks-smut · 5 months ago

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&yet part 2

Pairing: f!reader x rm!Sehun x Kyungsoo

Rating: Mature

Word Count: ~4,800

Genre: Smut, Jealousy, Angst, Friends/Strangers to FWB (to lovers?)

Warnings: Teasing, drugs/alcohol, foreplay, mutual masturbation.

Plot: Sehun is your best friend and roommate. He invites his new friend over, Kyungsoo, to help him through a rough breakup. As tensions build, the dynamic between you three takes a turn.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 /

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You woke up the next morning on the couch a bit confused as to why you were there. You are alone, yet there is a blanket over you and a pillow under your head. It dawns on you that you must have passed out. You stretch and roll off the couch onto your feet. You start walking towards the bathroom and events from last night flash across your memory. After showering and dressing, you relax in front of the TV eating cereal. It’s quite late in the morning to be getting up. Usually you are up before the sun, but it’s almost 11:00am.

While zoning out, watching mind numbing TV, Sehun comes down the hall, yawning. He goes into the fridge and grabs a yogurt. He sits down next to you, just nodding since your mouth is full.

“Where’s Kyungsoo?” Sehun asks.

“Not sure. I woke up and he wasn’t here,” you respond.

“Nothing happened between you two?” Sehun asks.

“What? No. I just met him. He seems nice enough.”

Sehun chuckles, “It was a joke. I covered you up and went to bed. Kyungsoo fell asleep at the other end of the couch.”

”Well, thanks for looking out for me. I can’t believe I slept so late,” you huff.

”I mean, last night was pretty wild,” Sehun jests. “Plus, it’s the weekend, don’t be so hard on yourself,” he continues. “Are you sure you didn’t scare Kyungsoo away? Did you come on to him?”

Sehun is laughing with a mouthful of yogurt, creating a gross sound, which makes you start to laugh.

“No! I swear! The last thing I remember was falling asleep on your shoulder and then waking up,” you say. “Are you trying to set us up or something?”

”What? I mean you guys should hookup. I know you’ve not gotten laid in a long time,” he responds.

You choke on your cereal, mainly because of Sehun’s idea, but mostly because he knows you’ve not had sex in awhile. It hurts, like the truth is supposed to sometimes.

”I don’t even know him. What kind of person do you think I am?” you say, half joking.

“You could just hook up. If you want.”

You take another spoonful of cereal, rolling your eyes, while half listening to the junk on TV. You hope he leaves it there, not to further this conversation.

”I’m meeting my friend tonight at the bar, you and Kyungsoo wanna join?” you ask, completely ignoring Sehun.

”Yeah! Let’s do it! Let’s get smashed!”

“I could set you up with her, but I know you have no issue with finding women to have sex with,” a smirk hiding behind your statement.

Sehun laughs, “Very funny! But we can set each other up! Me with your friend and you with Kyungsoo!”

“Why are you so adamant about setting me up with anyone?” you ask as you tilt the bowl to drink the last of the milk out of it. As you get up to put your bowl in the sink, Sehun grabs his phone while finishing up his yogurt. He glances up as you pass him toward the kitchen.

“I’m not trying to. I just thought it’d be nice, since, you know…” Sehun’s voice gets quieter, hoping you don’t take offense.

“I get it, I do. Believe me. I’m the one going without, not you. Sorry if I sound ungrateful. I don’t know what I want.” A relationship? A friend with benefits? One night stand?

“Well, let me know when you figure it out, and I can help. But not like that, I swear!” Sehun says as he follows you to the kitchen.

“Ew! No! Why would we do that? I like you as my friend!” you say. “Also, my friend is lesbian,” you add as you walk from the kitchen, noticing Sehun choking on his spit. He offers a playful push to your back as you continue into the living room.

And that was that. There is a part of you that cannot get Kyungsoo off your mind. His demeanor, his laugh, his silence and gaze. He makes you wonder what he’s thinking about; his eyes demanding your attention. When you speak, his eyes dart around your face before focusing in on your eyes, never glancing away. That look makes you feel like he’s the sun and you’re the only one in his orbit. The mysteriousness surrounding him makes your mind wander off to not so appropriate places.

- - -

The plan was set in motion. You all met up at the bar to blow off steam from another shitty work week. You really wanted to let loose but in a way that meant no one would have to look after you. You decided to take a shot as soon as you walked up to the bar. You needed some liquid courage if you were going to be in Kyungsoo’s presence all night.

Once the shot was settling in your stomach, you and Sehun shuffled to grab a table while your friend, Jules, went to the bathroom. Kyungsoo had texted Sehun earlier saying he was going to be late. The three of you are having a great time, meaning, you all take a round of shots. I really am going to let loose, but only so much. Two shots so far. Pace yourself. Don’t embarrass yourself.

You all ordered some wings and beer, and just then, Kyungsoo walks through the door. His eyes widen as he scans the bar looking for us. When he catches sight of Sehun, he begins to walk over. You only know this since you’re the only one facing the doors at a table tucked away in a corner. You see his hurried but determined look as he takes the seat next to you. You introduce him to Jules and Sehun passes him a glass of beer he poured from the pitcher. As an awkward silence dove over the table, Sehun pipes up, “Here’s to breakups. A new beginning!”

Kyungsoo looks over to Sehun and smirks, clinks his glass with ours, sips, and begins to look sad.

“Man, I’m sorry! I’m trying to lighten the mood!” Sehun says as he rubs Kyungsoo on the shoulder.

“No, I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be a downer. The cut is still new, it needs to heal. Please don’t let me stop you from having fun,” Kyungsoo says as he leans in towards Sehun so other patrons don’t hear him.

“More alcohol then!” you say for some levity and top off Kyungsoo’s glass. He lifts his head up and smiles wholeheartedly as he raises his glass to his lips.

God, his plump lips. So soft, so distracting.

Luckily the night is filled with drunken anecdotes, silly parlor games, and unintended physical contact. The table is small and since getting drunk meant people, unintentionally or not, become more likely to gesticulate. The smell of Kyungsoo would waft its way beneath your nose and goosebumps cover your arms. You shake to bring warmth and feeling back to your body. Kyungsoo notices you shiver and leans in to inquire,

“Are you okay? Are you cold?” You don’t realize he’s speaking to you until you become overwhelmed by his scent, yet again. He breaks your stupor with his warmth, your skin now aflame.

”Oh yeah, just got the chills. Sorry to worry you,” you stammer out, shoving the glass of beer to your mouth to quickly guzzle the rest. So much for pacing yourself. You can still ease up, just order a glass of water. I feel like I’m already making a fool of myself in his presence. I can’t do this sober. Help me.

He leans away from you and watches as you slam down the glass to then excuse yourself from the table. You need a break and can’t wait for the server to appear again to ask for water. Sehun yells from the table as you leave. You don’t turn around, walking up to the bar.

”Hey, did you hear me? Are you okay? You look moody,” Sehun asked in the lowest, most serious tone you’ve ever heard from him. But you’re both drunk, who knows if that’s even true.

”Yeah, wh—,” you stop and order from the bartender.

”Water?! Yeah, there’s something wrong.”

”I swear, everything’s fine. I’m trying to pace myself. Not get too drunk. I don’t want to embarrass myself,” you say, grabbing the water, nodding and mouthing thank you.”

”That’s never mattered before. Really, do you feel okay?” Sehun asks. He grabs you by the shoulder, turning you around. He reaches his palm to your forehead,

”You feel a little war—“,

”Stop it. Seriously. I’m fine. Please,” you beg Sehun and then chuckle as if to lighten the past dialogue.

You all sit and drink into the night. You are sure to alternate with water, and continue to graze on leftover wings and celery. Everyone seems to be laughing and you suddenly remember something very important. You gesture across the table to Sehun, as if smoking a joint. He perks up and announces,

“Who’s down for going back to our place for blunts and crafts?”

The table erupts with laughter.

“Very discreet. Nice one,” you start to laugh loudly and notice Kyungsoo’s attention falling upon you, his light, saving the dying. Your face turns red when you feel his gaze and say,

”I’ll go pay the tab. I’ll meet you outside.”

“It’s my turn. I’ll get it this time,” Sehun says.

”Nope, I invited everyone, my treat.”

Everyone smiles toward you and says their thanks. Kyungsoo bows his head and thanks you earnestly. You will never forget the way his bangs fell into his eyes and then the way he ran his fingers through them to push it back. Your knees are weak as you walk up to pay.

You light a smoke as soon as you exit the building. Everyone but Jules was partaking. The group of you loiter for a bit longer until you decide to start walking in the direction of your and Sehun’s place.

- - -

Settling onto the couch with your freshly rolled joint, you begin to take out various craft items. Jules and Sehun are sitting on the floor next to the coffee table. You and Kyungsoo are sitting together on the couch. Everyone is grabbing at colored pencils, stickers, glue, and glitter.

You light up the joint and start the rotation. You pass it to Sehun on your left, he passes it to Jules, then Kyungsoo. He seems quite nervous and doesn’t drag very hard. He exhales and begins to cough. While still coughing, he passes you the joint. Oh my god, my lips are going to be where his lips were. I can’t hold it in. I’m going to lose it.

You look up at Kyungsoo and take the joint, careful not to linger or touch his hand. Just then, Sehun pipes up,

“I’m gonna make something cute for my mom!”

“I didn’t realize you were still in kindergarten,” Jules says.

“Hey, you’re never too old to love your mom or to give her something handmade,” Sehun says back, still buzzed. He didn’t really care about other peoples’ opinions, especially when it came to his mom. It was all in loving jest, everyone still concentrating on what they were going to create.

You take a nice, long drag and finally exhale, careful not to blow it towards anyone. This pause made you look over to Kyungsoo, diligently creating a little pocket notepad. He used some thread to join some paper, and now he is placing washi tape on each page as a border. No matter what he is doing, it gives you the chills. He’s just quietly working and not to mention tidying up the supplies as he goes, careful to put items back in their place.

The four of you are getting a bit tired after all the revelry. You stand and ask if anyone would like a drink. You definitely needed water since weed always gives you cottonmouth. Once you return, you set down the water glasses and get comfortable on your spot on the couch. Sehun and Jules decide to sit on the loveseat that was perpendicular to the sofa you and Kyungsoo occupied. You decide on a funny show that everyone has seen a million times.

While resting your head on the armrest with a blanket covering your feet, you comment on a funny joke in the show. This rouses everyone to repeat their favorite jokes from the show. By god, you have never heard Kyungsoo speak so much at once, and you could get used to it. His low timbre, his rich and deep voice, so soothing, yet so sexy. You grab your phone while Jules is telling her favorite joke, and send a funny gif to Sehun. Once he hears his phone vibrate, he picks it up to look and immediately starts laughing.

“What's so funny?” Jules asks.

“Just a funny gif. I’ll send it to you,” Sehun replies.

“Hey, I want to see!” Kyungsoo interrupts. He looks over to you, since he’s far from everyone else and asks you to send it to him.

“I don’t have your number,” you say meekly.

Shit, I am getting his number. I can’t believe this. Just be cool.

Now that everyone was in on the joke, silence returns.

Everyone seemed to be on a good mix of high and drunk. Silly, sloppy, bursts of laughter, and moments of silence. With that, you feel like you’re the only one who is hiding something. That need within you is lurking, which could cause you to act on it, like you were being split into two opposing directions. You’re trying hard to ease the tension by pressing your thighs together.

Why does weed make me supremely horny? My standard is being regular horny, but weed takes it up ten notches. Holy hell.

More drunken antics ensue. Being this needy right now is stressing you out. You rise from the couch announcing to the room,

”I’m headed out for a cigarette. Wanna join?”

”Oh! Me!” Sehun jumps up while heading to put on his cardigan.

”Yes. I really need one,” Kyungsoo says quietly.

”I’ll just be here. With all the booze, drugs, and glitter. Having way more fun than you three!” Jules chimes in sarcastically, chuckling to herself as you exit onto the balcony.

With another person out here, your shoulders are squished in between Sehun and Kyungsoo. As you’re all smoking out in the crisp and clear night, Sehun begins telling Kyungsoo an inside joke. Something about how one of their coworkers has horrible body odor. They both chuckle and you are silent, off in your own land; a land of hands touching, and lips meeting. Your elbow slips from the railing and hits Kyungsoo’s arm. He looks over at you and grazes your arm, he pulls back immediately,

”I’m sorry. My fault,” he ekes out hesitantly.

“Shit, I’m sorry. My arm slipped. Totally my bad,” you answer.

”Well, I don’t have cooties,” Kyungsoo jokes.

“See what I mean? I told you he was quiet but funny!” Sehun begins laughing hysterically at Kyungsoo’s burn.

While Sehun’s head is bobbing around from laughing, you glance over at Kyungsoo and he mouths quietly to you, "I'm sorry,” and bows his head.

You’re not sure why he’s saying sorry. You both turn to look out at the night skyline, continuing your cigarettes. Again, a silence takes hold and you begin to feel Kyungsoo’s body warmth since he is pressed closely to you. There’s really something about being in the presence of a person like him. It’s hard to describe. It takes hold of all rationality; your body, your will power.

Having gone back inside to get cozy, Jules calls it a night.

”It’s been great. I will cherish my glitter picture frame for all time. Nice to meet you, Kyungsoo. See you jerks later,” she says and closes the door behind her.

Kyungsoo also gets up, feeling a bit awkward now that he is the only guest left. Hoping not to stay past his welcome. He extends his thanks and turns to leave before adding,

”Have a good night. It was fun. And thank you again. See you at work, Sehun.”

Sehun gives a thumbs up and laughs, Kyungsoo copying him. His hearty laughter is also something else. The way it deeply vibrates right down to your pussy.

You and Sehun stay up longer on the couch watching shows until you start yawning and Sehun says,

”I’m out. I can’t. I’m hittin’ the hay.”

”I can’t get up. Too comfy. Night night,” you mumble into the blanket with your eyes closed.

Maybe if you hadn’t gone to bed horny this wouldn’t have happened. None of it, but it starts with you dreaming of Kyungsoo once you've fallen asleep…

His fingers lightly graze your cheek. You’re standing on the threshold of your bedroom. He drags his fingers down around your neck to bring your lips to his. You shrink into the kiss, unsure of how this started. You realize the feeling of his full lips on yours is euphoric. You lean into his kiss, and place both palms on his broad shoulders.

He begins to walk you backwards toward your bed. You resist his force which causes him to ease up and bring his mouth back to yours. He lifts your jaw to deepen the kiss and you both open your mouths, tongues gliding in unison. You let out a slight whimper at the feeling of his tongue on yours, the saliva, his hands on your body. He pauses to open his eyes and removes his lips from yours, asking,

”Are you okay? Please tell me if you’re not. Promise?”

Still in shock with Kyungsoo’s saliva on your lips, you answer,

”Yes. I need you. I promise.”

He steps back, holding your cheeks up toward his gaze. It’s as if he’s trying to get the right lighting to see every part of you. Trying to swallow you whole starting with his eyes, then his lips. You really can’t do this anymore, and you smash your face into his. You do this with so much fervor that your teeth clink together as you rush to put your tongue in his mouth. You start sucking on his bottom lip and then bite it while pulling down a bit. Kyungsoo grunts so deeply that your pussy begins to leak.

You place your hands under his shirt to feel his body, which causes him to shiver. He presses his lips harder into yours and places his hands on your ass. He squeezes and you moan into his mouth. His fingers trace up the small of your back to your rib cage, ending with both palms groping your breasts. You’re moaning more and even louder as he leans you back onto your bed.

His hand goes up your shorts and rubs over the waistband of your underwear. You stretch out and moan when his fingers dips lower to rub over your pussy. You start to writhe and he watches your every movement, even when your eyes roll back into your head. He makes you feel like the hottest person alive, his every move and thought dedicated to you and your pleasure. He slips two fingers under your panties and when he reaches your bare pussy, you wake up.

You awake to a horrible empty feeling, like there is a hole or a missing piece. You start to replay the dream over and over in your head. You’ve never had a wet dream quite like this, it was too real. It was overwhelming, your body aching while imagining the feeling of his hands on you. Your thighs rub together and there is a familiar feeling of wetness. You reach into your underwear and flick a finger through your slit. Before reaching beyond, your labia was covered in slick.

You place two fingers to your clit and start rubbing, spreading your wetness farther. You moan softly as you now begin to pinch your nipple from under your shirt. You spread your thighs apart and gyrate your hips from beneath the blanket. Your mind is rewinding and slowing down parts of your dream while loving the feeling of your own touch.

A small floor creak gives away a watcher. You snap up from the couch, leaving your bottom half still covered by the blanket. You try to adjust your vision to look beyond the dark hallway corner. You see Sehun’s outline. He steps out into the light of the living room. His face is flush and you see he has a hard-on beneath his boxer briefs. Your eyes are wide as you yank the blanket to cover your upper half.

“Please continue,” Sehun says in a hushed tone.

”What? Am I dreaming again?” You ask, while Sehun is approaching you on the couch.

“Stop. What do you think is going to happen?” Sehun says, responding to a question with a question.

You really had no idea what was happening or what Sehun was going to do next but your pulsing pussy won out over self control.

He sat gently on the other end of the couch, resting against the back, his head turning to look at you. Your toes touch his thighs and he begins to rub himself over his underwear. Starting intently at you.

“Let’s help each other out. No weirdness. Just watching, no touching,” Sehun says as he reaches to grip his painfully hard cock.

This feels surreal, having Sehun’s bare cock spring up while sitting just feet away. You feel taken aback by these events, not knowing how to respond. Sehun adds,

“Please. I heard you and saw you. I know you need it.”

“What are you talking about?” you ask him, trying not to focus too long on his dick.

“You don’t have to be ashamed. I know you haven’t been with anyone in a long time. I heard your moans. I came out to see you touching yourself. I heard how wet you are.

You want to cower under the blanket and go back to sleep, but everything Sehun said was true.

“Will this ruin what we have?” you ask sincerely.

“You don’t have to show me anything. But now you’ve seen my dick. No big deal right?”

“Well, since you put it that way, all right.” you thoughtlessly reply and your hands go back under your pajamas.

You close your eyes and begin, again, to imagine Kyungsoo’s lips and hands. The way he ardently crashed his face into yours. The way he guided you to your bed, the way he overtook you and leaned over your body, taking in every minute detail.

Your eyes open to witness Sehun cranking away on his dick. Looking over toward you every now and again, but mostly he has his head back and eyes closed. Since he doesn’t seem to be fazed by what is transpiring, you begin to pinch your clit which causes a yelp to fall out of your mouth. Sehun turns his head slightly, barely opening his eyes, and grunts. The creases of a smirk are hardly visible.

Once you brush off the awkwardness, you travel deep within your reverie. You begin to push two of your fingers inside your hot pussy. You were already close to cumming after you woke up from the dream, but now you are at the precipice. One more flash of Kyungsoo’s delicate hands gripping your waist, and you finally orgasm. Your hand is stuck between your tightly closed thighs while your hips thrust upward, finally slowing once you come down. While you’re trying to catch your breath and you open your eyes again only to remember Sehun is jerking off. You moaning through your orgasm seems to cause Sehun to cum, finally ejaculating into his hand. He takes a deep breath, puts his shrinking cock back inside his underwear and goes to the sink to wash his hands. He returns with a damp paper towel for you to which you shyly accept.

“I hope this was okay. Not so bad, right?” Sehun asks while sitting back down on the sofa.

“Yeah, it’s fine. Let’s forget this happened and go back to normal,” you confess.

“Yes, let’s pretend we were having a dream. Especially the one you were having when I came out to hear you moaning and writhing in your sleep.”

“Exactly. Just a dream,” you say and finally move to get up off the couch to take a shower.

“What were you dreaming about?” Sehun asks as you disappear down the hall.

“It was a celebrity. Don’t worry,” you answer back.

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After having showered, you’re in your room finding something to wear. You want to listen to some music while doing so, then after, you might tidy your room up a bit. You grab your phone and as soon as you do you see a text from Kyungsoo,

‘Thanks again for last night, it was fun.’

‘Care to hang out again soon?’

Your face is flush and your heart feels as if it might implode. Your fingers shake as you try to type a response. Not sure what to say, you finally decide on a gif of a sitcom character giving the thumbs up.

Kyungsoo barely spoke last night but sending two texts in quick succession was surprising. Not sure what kind of texter you expected him to be, but this wasn’t close. The texts were to the point, no emojis or gifs, so it definitely feels like it’s in the realm of possibility that Kyungsoo did author these texts. You never expected he’d be the one to text you first, or to text you at all. Maybe he had feigned wanting to see the gif and thought this was his way of getting your number. Maybe Kyungsoo wanted to keep it from Sehun by not asking him directly for it. This is what happens to your thoughts when you suddenly have the most handsome and polite man texting you about wanting to hang out. Over analyzing every facet of each second in your life is your forte. You’re comfortable in your own brain but these thoughts can make you anxious and depressed.

Your phone vibrates again with Kyungsoo sending a link to a tiny, hole-in-the-wall eatery. You click and scroll through photos with your stomach grumbling along the way. You type a salivating emoji back to him. He responds with,

’This place is delicious. I know the family who runs it.’

He wasn’t leading or asking you again if you would accept or deny the invitation. Your mind reels with possible replies. Should you go? What would Sehun think if he found out? He was trying to set you and Kyungsoo up before you even met him, so maybe, he would be fine with it. He even told you he noticed you were in a sexual drought. But also this could be nothing or turn into nothing. Maybe Kyungsoo wasn’t interested in a physical relationship with you. Maybe he really just wants to be friends. There your mind goes again with every hypothetical known in the universe.

’Looks great! You’ll have to tell me what you recommend. How’s Friday night?’

It wasn’t long until Kyungsoo replied,

’Perfect. I can pick you up. I know it’s far from your apartment.’

Fuck, I’m going to be getting into a car with him. His car. And how is he so considerate and thoughtful?

’It’s a plan! See you then,’ and you added a smiling face with smiling eyes emoji. The one with the rosy cheeks.

As you turn around to finish dressing you hear a knock on the door. Your giddiness and beaming smile fade and your shoulders sink. You remember what transpired out in the living room with Sehun. You rush to put your clothes on and shout,

”Just a minute! Getting dressed!

You open the door as your arm straightens through the sleeve of your shirt. You really don’t want to make things awkward, remembering what Sehun said. We fucking came together on the couch! How can this not be awkward! You look up at him and ask,

”Hey, yeah, what’s up?” You step sideways making room for him to enter.

”I wanted to apologize for earlier. I was not thinking with my brain. I mean, after I heard you then saw you, that was it,” he says as he takes a seat on your bed.

”I agreed to it. There’s no need to be sorry. Since we’ve acknowledged this, let’s forget it, like you said,” you reply, standing in front of your open door, your hand gripping the handle.

”Okay, but please let’s go back, starting now,” Sehun adds.

”Deal. Forgotten. I’m hungry and I need to get high,” you say while rubbing your stomach.

”Great minds, they say!” Sehun says excitedly.

How in the hell did you weave yourself such an awfully tangled web?

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Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

#exo smut #kyungsoo #kyungsoo smut #doh kyungsoo #kyungsoo exo #exo fanfic #exo #sehun smut #sehun x reader #kyungsoo x reader #kyungsoo fanfic #d.o. kyungsoo #exo sehun #sehun fanfic #oh sehun

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jongbross · 11 days ago

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MTL to use protection during s3x

(fun fact, everyone have to use it no matter what!!!)

i (hope) think they all use because that's a health care, but the mtl likely to not care or prefer to not use sometimes is:

kyungsoo/jongdae - mostly if they're in a long-time relationship and trust their partner

sehun

chanyeol

yixing

minseok - clean freak so he's gotta be in a bit of a rush to agree to go without a condom but it isn't THAT hard to bend him (pun intended)

baekhyun

junmyeon

jongin - most likely to have multiple partners when single, so he gotta do it right

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happysprings · 4 days ago

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Chapter 3

Next day

You got your dress for the Sangeet evening (musical night) a floral printed readymade saree. You got ready and went to Gia who looking beautiful in navy blue Lehenga. You both clicked a lot of pictures and went to the venue. As you reached venue you saw the cars of the groom's family and friends, you went out and called Dino asking if he was ready to which he replied confidently that he is. As everything was ready you went to the groom and bride asking if they are ready for their entry. The background music started to play, as the groom and bride entered. While everyone was applauding them, there was scoups who was constantly looking at you. Suddenly you saw scoups who was simping you. You raised your brows asking him what is he looking at to which he just blushed and nodded. You went near the guys as Jeonghan spoke "whoa that white floral dress was you ???!!!" You said yes... "I told you hyung it was niki" you were confused about what exactly is happening. Slowly Jun whispered "scoups was simping you...we all didn't recognise you so we thought he moved on" you gave him a sarcastic smile as Vernon spoke " what exactly your deal is ?? You like him he likes you why the hell you guys are complicating this whole thing. Just live happily ever after." To this conversation even wonwoo joined and said "you guys need to be together and locked up so that you guys can sort everything out..we are so done with both of you.!!!!" To which you questioned " what do you mean by this...what exactly we did wrong!" "Don't get me started...we cannot even drink properly because everytime we drink scoups goes BABYYYY I AM SO SORRY COMEBACK!! I MISS YOU!!..do you understand how tough it is to control him...that too infront of cam" said Jeonghan. Then suddenly DK spoke "btw She is also on the same boat... everytime she was partying she used to call me all drunk and used to cry her eyes out telling me how much she misses hyung...once she even told me to facetime her when scoups hyung is sleeping so that she could see him" "shut up... enough...let's go the event starts" you shut everyone up and dragged everyone.

Chapter 4..

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exouniverse · 6 months ago

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Should I write a second part to Not by Happenstance with Kyungsoo coming back home? This time from reader’s perspective? This is the fic with most notes here… I might, I might… at least a drabble… who knows 👀🤷🏻‍♀️

#hehehe #but seriously somebody stop me I’m supposed to be writing tightrope lol #also like when I was writing it I couldn’t stop thinking about it being a potential smut with plot fic #like please… all of that longing and his comment in the end…#but I’ve never written smut before and I don’t want to ruin it?#d.o.#kyungsoo #f:not by happenstance #kyungsoo fluff #kyungsoo fic #doh kyungsoo #kyungsoo fanfic

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cyberexo · 2 years ago

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PT 3 | KINK DRABBLES

“Altocalciphilia; the sexual desire or fetish driven from high heels,”

word count: 341

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Kyungsoo had a knack for heels, not on himself but on you- the way you met and the way his fetish for it didn’t really start in a way you could tell other people. At the time you were working at a club he regularly attended as a new employee and of course to blend in a little more to not seem all that unfamiliar you wore the tallest pair of heels you owned, they weren’t ridiculously platformed, they were just right and adorned your feet perfectly.

Kyungsoo being more than familiar with the staff allowed himself to let his eyes linger a little longer on your working figure, recognising that you must be new since he’s never seen you around before. He didn’t quite realise it at first but when he was checking you out, his gaze on your legs lasted the longest- admiring how your attire fitted you perfectly and how graceful you were in your movements, most women would have sprained an ankle by now.

He fell in love with the way your heels adorned your heels, how they perfectly swivelled around and took you around the club, he was beyond intrigued at this point and immediately got to talking when you were close enough.

And that’s how you ended up where you were now.

In a new found relationship with a man you really shouldn’t be because of your line of work but here you were, walking around his home every other week in a new pair of heels he would buy for you, loving the way you made them look- he’d make you keep them on during your endeavours in the bedroom too, he was never going to get tired of how good you looked in them- it almost annoyed him, you couldn’t feel your feet on most days but showcasing the perfect picks he gets for you is the least he ever asks of you so there aren’t any complaints from you on most days.

Plus now, you have one hell of a shoe closet.

#x reader #exo smut #exo do #exo do kyungsoo #kyungsoo #exo kyungsoo #kink drabbles #Altocalciphilia #doh kyungsoo

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myrainbowgelpen · 7 months ago

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EXO — fic rec

I’d do anything if it meant this could be forever

BYUN BAEKHYUN

₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ fluff ₊˚౨ৎ˚₊smut ₊˚౨ৎ˚₊angst ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊

PARK CHANYEOL ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅

to be updated…

DOH KYUNGSOO ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩

to be updated…

OH SEHUN ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

to be updated…

#exo #fic rec #baekhyun #chanyeol #sehun #kyungsoo

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itstheoneshot · 2 years ago

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Kinktober Day 28

First Time - D.O.

!dom D.O.

“Are you really sure about this?” Kyungsoo asks you, “You can say no at any time, I will not judge you, jagiya.”

You kiss him softly, leaning into his hand that gently cups your cheek. You have a hand on his thigh, as his other hand holds you by the waist. You won’t deny that you are nervous, but you love him, you feel safe with him, and this is the perfect time.

“I’m ready,” You reply, “Please, my love, I am ready.”

Kyungsoo kisses you too, he is slow and metered in his approach, you can tell that he is holding himself back.

You have been together for around six months now, and you have convinced him that it is now time. You are a virgin, having done nothing more than kiss, though with him those kisses have gotten hot and heavy, he always respected your decision to wait, but now you don’t want to wait anymore.

It is easy to fall into rhythm, your kisses deepening the way that they always do, as you both pull each other closer, more than ever needing to not be apart.

Kyungsoo guides you down onto your back, moving to hover over you, and you run your fingers through his hair as you hook a leg over his hip. He groans into the kiss as you attempt to grind up into him, trying to show with your body as much as with your words that you are one hundred percent ready to make this choice.

“I think I should get you ready,” Kyungsoo murmurs, just as you pull his shirt up over his head, exposing his perfect body, “I don’t want to hurt you, jagiya.”

You trust his judgement, after all he is the one out of you two who has done this before, and you truly do not know what to expect. You nod your consent, before allowing him now to begin to undress you, each piece of clothing falling one by one until you are left naked, and Kyungsoo is down to only his underwear.

Kyungsoo lifts his hand to his mouth, taking his index finger between his lips to coat with saliva from his tongue. You already are wet in anticipation, but again you trust the process, still so afraid that it will hurt.

“Just relax,” He soothes you, leaning in to kiss you again as he moves his hand down your body, “Breathe, jagiya, this won’t hurt at all.”

You do as you are told, breathing evenly between kisses, relaxing enough that when his finger breaches you, there is not even a pinch. The sensation is odd, unfamiliar, a slight tightness but comfortable, though this is very much helped by the beautiful man who is coaxing you through it. He starts off slowly, a gentle rhythm with one finger at first, but moving to two only a short while later.

“Does it feel okay?” Kyungsoo asks you, as if the repetitive sounds you make were not an indication, “You’re doing great, jagi.”

You open your eyes to meet his gaze, just as he curls his fingers in such an angle that has you seeing stars. He chuckles at the face that you pull, a clear sign that you had no idea your body could even feel this way, and you push yourself up to kiss him some more.

“Feels so good, Soo,” You moan, “Need more, I’m ready, don’t tease.”

Kyungsoo chuckles into the kiss, clearly ignoring your request as his fingers continue to work you, and he adds his thumb into the mix, using pressure on your clit to stimulate with every movement of his hand.

“Patience, jagi,” He replies, “You’ll be ready soon, just let this happen first.”

You look at him confusedly, “Let what happen?”

Before you even finish your sentence, your body shocks you with the answer itself, a tightness that you are sure could only be one thing, something you have yet to experience before, not even by your own hand.

“Good girl,” He purrs, “Cum for me, cum for me and I’ll fuck you.”

God, you didn’t know he could talk dirty, though still in his way of kindness, it is fucking hot, and it makes it so damn easy for you to build up to, and then release. Your first ever orgasm is more intense than you had imagined, crying Kyungsoo’s name over and over until you feel that you can breathe again.

The orgasm was incredible, but it left you wanting more in a way that you can’t explain, your hands quickly trailing down his back to his hips, tugging at the elastic of his underwear to get it down over his ass. Kyungsoo leans up to assist you, with another hearty chuckle between kisses.

“No more patience?” He asks, “I love you, my stubborn girl.”

You roll your eyes at him as you grab his cock, a little unsure what to do with it, but Kyungsoo guides your hand to stroke him a few times before lining him up with your now-prepared hole. You even out your breathing again, much like you did earlier to take his fingers, and you kiss Kyungsoo once more before pulling back for just a second.

“I let it happen,” You tell him matter-of-factly, “So now it is time for this.”

Kyungsoo smiles at you, trusting you in the same way that you trusted him, he is slow and reserved as he thrusts into you, inch by inch until you have taken him in all the way, surprisingly with no pain at all. You lift your hips to indicate that he does not need to stay still, and that you are ready for your first time to continue.

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Kinktober Masterlist!

#kpop fanfic #kpop #kpop smut #exo #exo fanfic #exo smut #kinktober #exo d.o #d.o. smut #d.o. fanfic #doh kyungsoo fanfic #doh kyungsoo smut #doh kyungsoo #d.o.#d.o #exo d.o.#d.o smut #d.o fanfic

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soobadnoonecanstopher · 4 months ago

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Rat Bastard - Part 7

Pairing: You x Kyungsoo

Rating: M (Mature)

Word Count: 8900

Warnings: There were too many beds, Enemies to Lovers, Slow Burn, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Idiots to Lovers

A/N: I wrote this in less than a day and none of it followed any of the plans I had for this story. This new laptop makes it too easy to write and it might end up adding extra chapters to this fic. Sorry and you’re welcome.

Tag: @ilovemyapopbaby

Links: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

The silence that sat down atop both of your heads after that door closed tight, leaving you and him completely alone together for the first time in literally forever was about as loud as anything you’d ever experienced.

Kyungsoo stood just inside of the drab entryway and you had been lingering closer to the hallway that would take you further into the shelter. You watched his face for a while, trying to gauge the mood he would be in to find himself trapped in here with you for at least one night, maybe two if things got wild at the hospital and Mr. Chen wasn’t able to get away as he promised.

How would he feel about this? The relationship and you used that word strictly for lack of any other word to describe the you and the him, had been strained from the start, downright hostile at times, and only very recently kind of sort of settled into this civil agreement in which you did not antagonize him and he did not antagonize you -- much.

It wasn’t a friendly relationship for he himself had told you quite brutally last night that he had no interest in being your friend, but lately, with the interactions that had grown just a little bit softer, the chat you’d had with him out on the patio as he made you ramen and teased you about your sexual optimism, the silly time passing game of stating a personal preference between two completely inconsequential things and you found, much to your surprise that you and he shared more than a few minor tastes in common; the fright you had been triggered into with the spiders in the movie and the genuine comfort you felt from him; it felt almost as if something somewhere might be changing. Were you, just as you had been with the threat from the fake spiders, simply imagining the entire thing?

“Well, shit,” Kyungsoo whispered mostly to himself after the heavy door slammed shut and you looked up into his face to catch the smallest furrow of his brows and the frown of his lips.

Was this a worst case scenario for him? Trapped alone with the girl he never wanted to be trapped with? Having gone out of his way all those months ago to ditch her on that stupid blind date and she just had to be pathetic enough to pick a fight with him about it, and then about anything and everything she could find to fight about and just when he thought he’d escaped that nightmare of a person she shows up here and not only is she forced upon him by the staff here but now he’s somehow charged with feeding her and entertaining her? You could see it in his face. He looked disappointed as evidenced by the furrow and the frown.

You pulled your arms up and crossed them over your chest, pulling your eyes down and away from that disappointed look you saw in his eyes and you made a deal with yourself then and there; you would not be a burden. You would keep as good a distance as this situation allowed and behave yourself as far as your temper or your tangled feelings for the man were concerned. You wouldn't let it show just how far down this pathetic rabbit hole you’d fallen of uninvited attraction and unrequited love. You’d treat him with disinterest, maybe casual civility that a shop worker would get, or that old man at the grocery store who made a friendly joke about the price of eggs and you provided the required perfunctory laugh at exactly the right pitch and tone to be deemed socially acceptable. That was what you would do, you would perform as expected by society in such a situation.

It wasn’t his fault that you’d allowed this little crush to fester deep inside your stomach; and for a man who didn’t even desire friendship from you. It wasn’t the first time you’d let your heart run away with your mind. It didn’t have to happen with this man.

You felt a slight burning in your stomach, just below your breastplate and you placed a palm over the space where you felt the pain. You knew enough about your body to recognize that you were just feeling the aftereffects from the panic from earlier. It always came as an upset stomach that burned and ached usually for hours after your heightened emotions had run their course.

“What is it?” You hadn’t expected his attention but he must have seen your hand sink down hard just over the space at the top of your stomach. He must have noticed the look of discomfort on your face that you quickly blanked away with the drop of your hand.

“Nothing,” you said flatly dropping the subject entirely before he had a chance to probe or suspect more of you and you lifted a hand to half shrug into the air, “umm… did you want to finish the movie or … maybe play another game?”

His lips parted and he closed them up, his eyes briefly leaving your face and glancing behind you into the dark hallway from where you both had come.

When he didn’t answer you right away you inhaled to speak again, before you sounded like his own liability that he had to deal with, “you don’t have to do either, if you don’t want to. I don’t need you to entertain me or anything, I can figure something out for myself if you just want to be alone.”

You’d already spun on your heels, determined with your newfound resolve to be exactly as aloof and unaffected by anything he said or did as required by society to keep the peace; taking the first few steps away from him and turning back toward the dim light from the open kitchen door that you could barely make out as a direction in which you should travel.

“We could,” the first sounds of his voice stopped your steps and you turned your face in his direction, not committing to turning around the whole way, “play something, if you want.”

“Not Monopoly again, I swear to God,” you said with a finger lifted into the air and you heard the soft chuckle that came from behind you.

“Awww, my little Princess didn’t like the bitter taste of defeat?” You could hear the joking tone in his voice and weirdly that strong feeling of uncertainty you’d felt only moments earlier seemed to change with the teasing tone he used with you. Changed into what? You wouldn’t say, but it was only a slightly more comfortable feeling. There was a burning sensation just under the skin below your cheekbones and you thanked whatever god was responsible for putting you in this darkened hallway during this moment for the cover that would keep the blush from being noticed by him. You were imagining the softness you heard in that nickname. This man did not hold any affection for you.

Inside the kitchen you returned to the familiar set up that you had left, only it felt wildly different. Gone was the soft comfy feeling of the mattresses on the floor, the pillows set up at your back and the fluffy down winner’s blanket sat in a tangled clump on the floor beside the bed that you both had occupied. The briefest of thoughts flittered by -- would you be able to smell him in it now? That clean, crisp fragrance he seemed to carry with him, would those microscopic molecules be wound into the spaces in between your one thousand threads ready to drift inside of your nose, bringing you back to the moment below the blanket when his fingers intertwined between your own and he held your hand, keeping you grounded and still connected to this world. The comfort he had given you then, but why? To keep you from embarrassing yourself or maybe him? You couldn't find the reasoning for it anywhere inside of you, but this wouldn't be the first time that man did something you couldn't understand.

The burning was back. You had an absentminded hand running over the spot on your belly and your feet carried you to the spot beside the fridge where the water bottles sat. You ‘d seen an electric kettle there and you busied yourself grabbing a mug and heating the water. Behind you, Kyungsoo was looking through the games again, trying to find something that he could no doubt destroy you with again. Your heart wasn’t in the fight this time, you felt too distracted.

The water was heated and you poured some into a cup, finding that plain hot water always soothed your stomach the best and you returned to his side to peer over his shoulder holding your mug.

He glanced over at you and down at the mug, making no comment about either, and then he held up a game. It was your game. It was the first game, a word game you’d picked to play with a nostalgic and hopeful glint in your eye.

“We can play this one, if you want,” he said with a bit of a whisper as if you two weren’t the only ones in this entire building, “it’s still fun even with only two people.”

You nodded and took a seat near him but not close enough so he could cheat and look at your letters and he quietly set up the game, not once looking directly at your face for too long apart from the smallest of brushes with his eyes into yours as he handed you bits and pieces for the game.

You settled into your seat and took a good long look at the letters you had to pick from, picking a few up and shuffling them to see if you could come up with something good and after a few moments you settled on something that was actually pretty decent, especially for the first round. The realization pulled a small smile to your face and you grabbed the letters to place them on the board. He’d already told you that you could go first and as you began placing your tiles on the board you looked up to find that he was watching you, of course he was; you were playing the first word. This word would determine what he could or couldn’t play from his letters.

You played your word and did the math, giving yourself a nice start with 20 points and you wrote down the number on the pad of paper and looking up at him expectantly. You had expected him to be paying attention to the word, to be impressed by your intelligence. You had managed to spell that word on your very first go. You had expected him to feel thoroughly challenged by the force he had to reckon with.

He sat there though, his eyes watching you but something about his mind seemed disconnected from the game. Your smile at your own move slipped just a little bit, falling flat because he hadn’t even looked at the word you played yet. He just sat there with his shoulders relaxed, his unshuffled letters sitting there in front of him, he didn't even have his fingers on them, rearranging and thinking as you would have expected. He just sat there -- it was odd. You lifted your chin and wiggled your head, lifting your eyebrows and you heard an inhale as he took a deep breath and exhaled as he slowly pushed the air through his lips and when he was empty his eyes closed up. He gave his head a little shake back and forth and finally, finally his eyes left your face.

Finally he was looking down.

“Oh you played that, hmm,” you heard him mumble and he was back. All at once, his fingers were touching lightly over his letters, picking some up, moving them, shoving some aside, actually thinking about the game in front of him instead of whatever in the world he had been so distracted by.

You lifted your mug and took a sip, feeling the warmth of the hot water warm the inside of your stomach a little bit. The pain was still there even after another sip and you looked down at the mix of letters you had thinking of what word you might play next. You adjusted your posture some, lifting a hand to rub just below your breastplate again, wishing that knot would just go down and be done so you could win this game already.

Kyungsoo had played his word, counted out his points, and wrote a sad little 16 under his name. You were already winning. The self-satisfied smile was back, it had replaced the wince on your face when you realized you already had your next word. You played it quickly and tallied up your numbers. 24 -- He really didn’t stand a chance.

You heard the scrape of chair legs and the sound pulled your attention up to the man who was standing up and walking away from you toward the kitchen cabinets at the back wall.

“It’s your turn, Kyungsoo,” you called toward his retreating back.

“I know, I’m just getting something real quick,” he called without looking back at you and you heard him inside the fridge, heard him pulling something out and he was slicing something with a knife on a board. The kettle was going again and you heard a metal spoon hitting porcelain as he stirred something into a cup.

He was back quickly with two mugs in his hand and when he returned to your side he’d place one of the mugs in front of you.

The color of the water inside the cup was a pale yellow and you saw a single disc of sliced ginger floating on the surface. You could see the string and tab from a tea bag in his mug.

“Honey and ginger,” he said as he busied himself with playing a word on the board game, “for your stomach,” he added as if you’d made an announcement at the start of your game that your stomach was hurting and he was just responding to that.

You hadn’t said a single thing to him about it. In fact, you had thought you were doing a pretty good job hiding it from him. You hadn’t let him see you frown or groan or cry out in pain once. The worst you did was lightly massage the space where it hurt the most.

You lifted his offering to your lips and took a sip expecting it to be too hot for you to drink comfortably and finding the temperature rather mild actually. You took another bigger sip and felt the soothing warmth slip into you. It was sweet with the honey he added and slightly spicy from the fresh ginger he’d added. It was delicious. You’d never tried this for your stomach aches before but it seemed to actually be helping. You took another sip and swallowed, finding that the burning lessened with each sip you took.

Kyungsoo silently played a word and you watched his mouth moving as he added up his points and wrote down his score of 20.

You smiled widely. He had just played the letter you needed to play your next word and with the orientation of the word you would be able to get the bonus points. You were already laying your letters out on the board and counting out your points before he’d even had a chance to replace the letters he’d used on the last word.

“Oh come on, what? You gotta give me a chance to catch you,” he groaned in annoyance that didn’t really seem to sink too deep into him for him to really mean it. You could still see the smile on the edges of his mouth and in his eyes. You did a little victory wiggle in your seat, wrote down 50 points under your name, and even stuck your tongue out at him with a giggle. His eyes slipped down your face and his lips had been pulled into a smile, despite the fact that he was losing this game miserably.

He pulled his head back a little bit and looked up into the air above his head. A quick glance at his pieces told you he still needed to replace letters and so you held up the bag with the open end toward him. He was still sulking about the heavy blow and you had to reach out to touch your fingertips over the back of his warm hand to get his attention. You gave the bag a little shake and you had his eyes in yours again as he reached into the bag, pulling out tiles and groaning at the letters the universe had decided to give him.

“Ugh,” he was groaning with each new letter he pulled out. His eyes darted over the game board and occasionally slipped back up into yours, probably because you had been watching him for signs that he had something good to play. It didn’t seem like he did.

“Blegh,” he made a disgusted sound, complaining again. “What am I going to do? What do I do, what do I do?” he repeated to himself as he pondered his brand new fate as a loser of this game.

In his hand, he held only two tiles and he hovered lightly over a space on the board. You giggled when he set them down. It was the saddest word you’d seen in a while.

“You’re going to have to do better than that if you want to beat me, Kyungsoo,” you sing-songed playfully watching him spell out the word ‘SEE’ for only 5 points.

His hand moved and he spun his letters around, showing you very quickly the hand he had. You saw a slew of vowels, mostly the letter E and everyone’s least favorite burden a single solitary X.

You were openly laughing at him now. His cheeks were pink and he was reaching into the bag to select his replacement letters and when he pulled them out he tossed them in disgust. They both landed flat on the table, face up with a clatter. He had thrown them there. You looked down to see two more Es and the sight threw you back into a noisy fit of laughter that seemed to be catching. You could hear him giggling beside you and he gripped the Es in his fingertips and tried to put them back into the bag. You snatched it up quickly and held the bag of letters out of his reach so he couldn't cheat and put them back in.

“No no,” you gasped through the giggles, “Think of words with lots of Es like meet, umm, teeth, f-feet,” you said through a strained voice and you were laughing again at the look he shot you at the mention of the words that brought up a very recent sore memory for him.

“Teeth and feet?” He said with his eyes wide, “You really brought that up again?” He exhaled through his teeth, his lips pulled wide in frustration. He was leaning now, reaching desperately past your game pieces to where you still kept the bag of letters out of his reach to keep him from cheating, even though you were pretty sure he wouldn’t be able to catch up with you even if he replaced all of his letters now. He had scooted his chair closer to you and you reached for his desperate hand, gripping around his fingers and pulling his hand down into your lap, holding it tightly there and leaning into him to help you gain some leverage against him. He was quite strong when he wanted to be but he seemed to be letting you hold him back like this. He definitely wasn’t putting his all into this struggle against you. Something was off with him. Kyungsoo had never held back on that chance to be terrible with you before.

Instead, he had moved in too close to you and after the small playful struggle, you felt the warmth of him all over you. You had been giggling as he reached out with his other hand, reaching again for the bag of letters you held out of his reach and you felt the tips of his fingers wrap around your wrist and he pulled your arm down. It was a bit of a stalemate and you heard the soft laughter from him settle and go curiously still, when you opened your eyes you found his face in front of yours. You had his hand inside of yours down on your lap right over your thigh and he held your other hand with his fingers wrapped tightly around your wrist. You hadn’t expected this level of closeness from him, the shock you felt radiating through your chest had taken the laughter out of your voice and left you stunned in a frozen silence instead.

You suddenly felt hyper-aware of your own body. He was so close to you, that you wondered if he was able to hear how noisily your heart was pounding inside of your chest, or if he could hear the stuttered way your breathing moved in and out of your lungs.

God, he was beautiful up close. His skin was clear and he had a scattering of tiny moles all over. The small freckle in his upper lip seemed to have a presence all of its own and you struggled to look away from him. Your eyes roamed over the length of his face. He had long since stopped laughing and he had even stopped reaching for the bag, stopped struggling against your hands and he was watching you with slow blinking wandering eyes over your face that seemed to settle again heavy and deep inside of your eyes.

You exhaled a breath you had been holding through your parted mouth and his eyes slipped down to look at your mouth when you moved. This was something. Something was happening here. Something that shouldn’t exist with the intense animosity he’s always felt for you. Something between you and something between him. You could feel it in the way your skin flushed, the blood in your body seemed to seek refuge in some place that wasn’t in your veins. You found it difficult to breathe with him so close and those eyes of his didn’t let up, they didn’t let you go, you felt so much more trapped here in his eyes than ever before. Your ears picked up on the smallest grunt of effort from somewhere in the back of his throat, then the smallest inhale of breath lifted his lungs, and finally, finally, he closed his eyes.

“I think I’ve lost this game,” he whispered through closed eyes with a sudden tight clench of his jaw.

He was leaning. He was moving. You watched the sway of his balance and he moved closer to you, impossibly closer and the fingers he’d wrapped around your wrist released their hold, that hand was moving. You felt the first tiny touches of his fingertips as he moved his hand to touch your face lightly and achingly slowly along your jawline. You felt as if you could burst into flames at any second and judging by the heavy puffs of air that left his lungs, something similar was happening to him too.

He leaned into you, close enough for a kiss but something stopped him. You felt and saw the lean though. He pulled back half a centimeter and it felt like he was at war with himself.

You watched his face as he did it. His eyes, he kept them closed up as tightly as he could and the hard clench of his jaw did not let up.

He was touching you though. His hand had moved and his thumb brushed lightly over your bottom lip and his fingertips dug in behind your ear. His other hand, the one that you held in your lap had moved too and you felt a squeeze from his fingers as he clenched tightly around your hand.

Everything about him was tense. His jaw, his hands, his eyes squeezed shut tightly.

This man was very purposefully attempting to regain control of himself and resist whatever it was he was feeling by being this close to you, by you touching him, and by him touching you. Your own self-control felt thready. How easily you could snap in two. How flimsy your resolve had grown around him.

You’d long since dropped the bag of letters. You felt the need for the warmth of his soft skin under your fingertips. So you reached for his face, delighting in wonder at the smoothness your fingertips traveled over, even with the hard clench of his jaw he felt so warm and inviting and he was still so very close to you. He smelled so good, it was overwhelming. You wanted him.

He was so very close; close enough for you to feel every quick burst of air that came from his nose against your lips, close enough for you to so easily lean your face into his and press your lips up against the softness of his mouth.

So you did it, you did it -- you leaned into him and you kissed him on the lips, relishing in the softness you felt when his lips gave into yours so, so easily, it seemed to come like second nature when you had actually worked up the nerve to do it.

There were almost imperceivable changes in him when you did it; when you kissed him. The hard clench in his jaw let up with the soft grunt of surprise that came from the back of his throat and in his hands; the loosening of the tight grip he held you with on your face as he simply let go of you entirely for the first few seconds of this kiss from you.

The next change was less subtle, you felt the careful way he caved to your lips. The tilt of his head paired with the parting of his jaw and he leaned into you further, pulling your soft bottom lip into his mouth then pulling you again, your upper lip. When he moved again you felt the tip of his wet tongue guide along your teeth and reach for yours with that same suction he had pulled against you which you gave to him, giving him what he wanted, feeling very much out of control now with greedy the way he sucked on your tongue. The kiss was too much in an instant. The undeniable attraction you felt for this man had taken every bit of rational thought and tossed it out the window, carrying them all away with the wind outside.

His mouth and teeth and tongue nipped inside of your mouth, pulling at your lips and he was moving, peppering tiny kisses, bites, and nibbles along your jawline as he moved lower to taste the skin below your ear.

You reached for him again, reaching a hand forward for his waist and lower, you’d lost your mind when you touched near his belt, slipping the tips of your fingertips in between the denim fabric and feeling along the elastic waistband of his underwear. Feeling the very clear bump of his arousal and the warmth of his skin there.

His hand flew up to stop you and you heard the soft groan that came from his chest against his will. You could feel your labored breathing taking your chest and heaving it up and you shook your head back and forth at the nerve he had to stop you. You wanted him, you wanted the sex. You were beginning to feel desperate for him.

Kyungsoo leaned his forehead against yours and his hands now had a strong ironclad grip on your wandering hands. You felt the very slight movement of his face back and forth.

No.

He was telling you no.

You had to take a genuine moment to absorb it. He was telling you no. You closed your eyes and inhaled a deep breath and you inhaled the no, the refusal, the rejection took its time coming at you slowly in a big old sluggish wave and your breathing was beginning to calm down now.

“Kyungsoo?” You called out lightly, feeling just a bit upset and even more confused as to why he would have kissed you back so intensely if he didn’t want this.

“I,” he opened his mouth and pulled his head back, “I don’t—” his words were broken, staggered, and fractured, “I couldn’t live with myself.”

“You don’t want me like that.” It wasn’t a question. You weren’t asking him a damn thing. It was a stark realization that you had simply misread his actions as affection.

“I don’t mean that,” he began, his voice clearer and with slightly more urgency than the staggered speech from earlier, he inhaled and swallowed, licking his lips as his eyes searched over your face.

“I don’t do that lightly,” he exhaled and furrowed his brows, narrowing his eyes and looking into your face again, “I’ve never slept with someone outside of a relationship. I don’t do it. This can’t happen. We aren’t going to have sex.”

He had released his tight grip on your hands now that his reasoning was out and you sat there feeling just a little bit foolish for having jumped so quickly straight to sex. You felt the embarrassment hit you hard and you closed your eyes through it and shook your head, straightening your back and removing your hands from within his fingers and pulling them back toward you as you carefully busied yourself with straightening your shirt back out. This felt awful. You reached down for the mug with the now cold ginger honey water and you downed the remains quickly, hoping that some of that sweet honey might coat your insides and soothe your fractured ego while it was at it.

You felt the softness of his hand land over yours when you put the mug back down and you looked down at it, his hand covering over yours. You could feel it then, he was asking you to look at him. You had been embarrassed by the rejection and had been busying yourself with literally anything that wasn’t him. He’d given you time to process it and to get yourself under control before calling your attention again with the softest and most gentle pull of just the warmth of his hand on yours. You signed deeply, willing all of that oxygen to fill your lungs and power your brain well, and after what felt like several inescapable seconds passed you looked up into his face.

He was watching you, no words on his lips and a slow and steady blinking of his eyes.

You swallowed before you spoke, “I get it,” you said plainly, biting down on your lip once before you continued, “I understand. You don't sleep around. I sleep around. You and I aren’t the same.”

His lips parted and his eyes rolled over his face once before they sank back down heavy inside of yours. He inhaled a breath, clearly ready to counter your words. You knew you were misinterpreting his meaning. It wasn't even as if he’d called you a slut or anything, but goddammit that recent discovery of his. Him having found your 20-pack of condoms in your bag; you couldn't help but compare them to the single 5-pack he brought which he probably never even had any intention of using in the first place when you had every intention of using some of those condoms on this retreat. You would be goddamned if you didn’t get laid at least once on this trip. It had been so long for you, that you needed something from someone that made you feel desired and attractive to another human being.

“You know,” he was speaking, his eyes had drifted closed and he was having trouble getting the words out again. Maybe he was about to tell you he was on his way to pray for your forgiveness for being such a slut.

“You already know how I feel about you,” he whispered and pulled his eyes open.

You looked at his face for a moment before your eyes wandered over the space above his head; giving the smallest head shake as a reply. Not really. He hated you for one minute. He laughed at you and teased you another minute. He made you ramen and tasty honey tea to soothe your upset stomach and beat you mercilessly at Monopoly but his cold hard facade fell apart when you teased him back. He was a mystery to you, whenever you thought you had figured something out about him, he would pull out the rug from under you and swear that no matter how desperate you were for it he would specifically not ever sleep with you. You felt that same familiar pain in your stomach flare up again. You hissed through it and inhaled a small gasp, doing your best to keep your reaction under wraps.

His eyes narrowed and he dropped his chin, “you must know,” he said again, “you already know.”

You must have flinched somewhere in your face. Those knowing eyes of his caught it and his head ticked as his eyes moved over you again.

“How could I know anything?” You were beginning to feel like you should go lie down. You even felt a tiny bit dizzy the more you stayed here just withstanding this. Maybe a warm shower would help.

“Sara told you. You know everything.” he threw his head back and looked up at the ceiling above his head. He had a sort of exasperated expression on his face now and you tried to focus on this conversation but you’d already been through enough of it.

What had Sara told you? She had been so excited about every little interaction between the two of you that her words had been too exaggerated and overly dramatic to be able to trust what she said. Your mind flew through her words to you about him. About him saying how pretty you were. So what if you were pretty. The man hated you. He hated you. Her words, were a distant memory now even though it had only been a couple of hours since she said them.

‘The way he looks at you -- If I didn't know that he was desperately in love with you, I’d think he was trying to set you on fire with his eyes -- he was desperately in love with you -- he is desperately in love with you.’

It was impossible. Sara was wrong. This man did not love you. He couldn’t love someone like you.

Doh Kyungsoo had just rejected you for the third time now. The first when he stood you up on the date, leaving you to stew in the rejection, publicly calling you out amongst your best friends about it, basically ridiculing you again and again for your stupidity; how dare you really think someone like him could ever actually be interested in someone like you. The second rejection was shallower, the way he treated you when he found out you were here with him. You had the audacity to show up here and play pretend like you belonged here beside him; going so far as to reject even your offer of friendship, the lowest form of acquaintance and even that he didn't want. And now, reminding you of just how little he thought of you.

He didn’t sleep with people he wasn’t in a relationship with. You’d offered yourself so easily to the man, practically begged for it but again, you received another rejection.

Wasn't there a point in which you should give up on this?

“I don't know anything, Kyungsoo. I don't even know you, remember? We never really even met each other.” You said it with such finality that his lips closed up and he pulled his head back. He seemed taken aback by the force with which you said those words to him. You stood up, done with this. There was only so much you could take. That surprised look on his face from earlier had flattened out and he was staring ahead of himself, not looking up at you.

You stood there looking down at him for much longer than your pride should have allowed. Watching him staring ahead of himself with his silent lips and his bright red ears, his chest heaving up and down as if all of the emotions bubbling just below the surface of him could ever presume to break through that thick outer shell of a man who keeps everything inside when he should have just let it out. Goddammit Kyungsoo. But he wouldn’t move. He wouldn’t explain and he sure as hell wasn’t about to try any more than absolutely necessary with you. You’d been the one to put yourself out there again and again for this man. You felt let down.

“I’m going to shower and lie down for a while.”

You took the first steps to leave, to walk past him and you’d made it three whole steps toward the door when you felt the warmth and strength of his hand wrapped tightly around your wrist, pulling you back. He pulled you back roughly. You had been moving forward with such a momentum that the break in your stride caused you to stumble backward and you yelped out in surprise finding yourself pulled into him, pulled to where he still sat uselessly in that chair and the rough yank on your wrist sent you moving until you collided with a resisting barrier.

You stumbled on your feet and you bounced against him and the second you collided with him you felt the strength of his arms wrapping tightly around your waist. You felt the push of his firm chest hit against your thighs and in your belly you felt the point of his nose as he buried his entire face within your shirt, just below your ribs deep, within the softness of your belly. It tickled uncomfortably but you felt too stunned to do anything. You looked down in shock, seeing only the top of his head, his soft black hair fell into the fabric of your shirt and from his mouth somewhere you heard the softest moan that reverberated through your body.

For lack of anywhere else to put them you rested your hands on his shoulders and you heard and felt him make another sound, a rough growl from his chest sounded out into your skin, buzzing into the skin of your stomach and his hands around your waist tightened to uncomfortable levels. He inhaled a deep breath from somewhere in the center of you and you found some semblance of some words to say.

“Kyungsoo, what,” you began but his hot exhale warmed you on the exit and sent goosebumps cascading down your spine, taking whatever words you thought you could speak. After several breaths he lifted his face, propping his chin right against your skin to look up into your stunned and confused face.

“What are you doing?” you managed. You felt too blindsided for more.

“Get to know me then,” he whispered up into the air and you wiggled against the tightness you felt in his arms matching the crazed look you saw in his eyes. He did not loosen them any, “get to know me, until you understand how I feel about you.”

This didn’t feel real. It was impossible that this was happening. Was he serious?

Your mind was spinning. You couldn’t reconcile the two versions of Doh Kyungsoo you were witnessing. The desperate way he clung to you told you one thing and yet, so much bad had already happened to tell you the complete opposite. This version clearly hadn't listened to a damn thing the other one had just told you. This one didn’t know about the no sex before commitment rule, the one that had his chance and squandered it, humiliating you in the process. But as tightly as you were wound here within his arms; you could feel your body responding to him all over again. You’d already been too affected by him before.

His eyes were looking up at you and you could just barely make out the tiny pout on his lips that was hiding within the fabric.

Maybe he was drunk. Maybe that mug he had been sipping from had been full of whiskey instead of tea and this man was off his head right now.

“What are you talking about?”

He was moving with the question you hung into the air above his head. You could feel the slow way he moved his face, pressing himself against the softness of your belly again, breathing you in slowly and deeply as if every bit of sanity had simply left his body and this was a madman whose only purpose was to drive you as crazy as he was.

“You know for someone who doesn’t want to fuck me, you are doing a terrible job of letting me leave this room.”

Your own bluntness surprised you but you’d expected him to wake the hell up and release you so you could go take care of this problem he’d caused.

“I never said I don’t want to fuck you.” He whispered it with his face hidden deep within the skin of your belly but the words echoed inside of you, hitting you hard with their heavy impact.

The man was a menace. He’d just turned you down only to do this to you? You felt so turned on you almost couldn’t keep upright.

You braced both of your hands on his shoulders and you pushed against him hard, pushing your hips backward too until he got the message and loosened his hold around you. The release allowed you to take a step back. His hands still lingered around you and you even felt one of his hot palms lying right over your ass, having slipped down from your waist he didn’t seem to be in too big of a hurry to take his wandering hands off of you.

“Sorry, sorry,” his immediate apology told you that he knew exactly what sins he had committed against you, “I’m not in my right mind.”

You reached behind you and grabbed his hand off of your ass and brought it back around, dropping it down on his own lap. It landed with a flop in his lap and his eyes pulled deservedly down as he took on a much more sheepish expression in his face. You couldn’t tell if it was genuine.

“You say one thing and do another, Doh Kyungsoo.”

You felt ready to snap. “You say we won’t have sex, and that’s fine. I’m fine with that,” you said through wild eyes and even though you managed to get the words out, it felt like a lie. You weren’t fine with that. This hot piece of ass needed to figure himself out and in a hurry because you weren’t sure how much more of his torture you could take.

“You seem fine with it,” you heard him mumble under his breath and your eyes widened as you lifted your eyebrows and looked at him. He lifted a hand and waved it lightly, “Sorry, continue.”

“I was fine with it until you,” you lifted your arms and wrapped them around your body, doing a speed-run pantomime of him grabbing you around the waist, hugging you tightly and you even ran your fingers over the entire length of his face lightly, jumping back in pure frustration, “did all that to me, Kyungsoo. What the fuck?”

The man who sat in front of you with his forearms crossed strategically over his lap ‘just so’ dared to smile at you. It was a tiny smile but you lifted a finger and pointed right at his face with a frustrated gasp. Again his smile, impossibly, widened.

“I am going to go take a shower. And I am going to lie down.” These words came out in a low growl. “I better not see you standing at that bathroom doorway.”

You’d spun on your heels for the second time to walk away from this man and you nearly screamed when you felt his hand reach for you again. This time he was standing up and you lifted your own hand in an 'I swear to god, give me a reason’ pose, enjoying how quickly he flinched away from you.

“Wait, wait” he quickly spoke, not wanting to get smacked. You decided then and there that you weren’t above doing it. The memory of last night's tit punch was still fresh in your mind and you were feeling almost crazy enough to do it.

“Just wait, goddammit,” he had the nerve to sound annoyed. He actually reached up and grabbed your raised hand and carefully brought it back down. “Come back later. Later tonight, give me like two hours maybe.”

“What happens in two hours?” your eyes narrowed and your lips pouted just a little bit with the suggestive tilt of your head as your mind whirled through the possibilities. Did he just need two hours to decide that maybe you were worth a round or 20 of pressing your back into your mattress, or maybe his mattress? Hell, four mattresses were lying over there on the floor where the movies had been showing, you were not that picky. Literally this table here would suffice. Your face must have betrayed your filthy thoughts because he squeezed your hand and you heard a tiny laugh break free from him.

He was laughing through his words, “Dinner. Just dinner with me. God, will you relax, please?”

His proposal sounded promising. Your eyebrows were lifted in curiosity without you even realizing it you eked out a tiny question for him.

“Like…a dinner date?” This sent a strange wave of panic through you. The tiny smile on his face and the little hum he made as a response sent butterflies flying. You felt at odds with the strange burst of nerves. The idea of having an actual date with this man was, well — you’d never once considered a re-do with him. Back then you’d been so offended, so humiliated, and so angry that the last thing you wanted was to give him a second chance. After a while, you’d even run out of any desire for him to explain himself for what he did back then.

Perhaps a make-up for that botched blind date all those months ago that started all of this trouble was the kind of thing your heart craved deep down inside. You suddenly felt nervous. Sex was one thing but a date with him? Sex was just physical but starting this over again, a date with Kyungsoo felt too vulnerable. Why was that so much scarier to you?

What if he didn’t show up?

Wait, he was trapped here and he was the one doing the cooking. Plus if he didn't show up, you knew where you could find him. You’d beat down the door and kick his ass as long as he was hiding away in one of the rooms here that didn't have any spiders.

His eyebrows lifted and the smile he was wearing on his lips was gone.

“You don’t want to?” He asked the question and left his lips hanging open. You could see on his face that despite the false bravado he wore when he proposed the date, to begin with, he also was feeling a lot of the same nerves about it that you felt. His focus on your face was flighty, not quite able to commit to solid eye contact with you with this heavy question handing in the air like this.

“Okay,” you finally answered in a whisper and you closed up your mouth and nodded your head up and down twice.

Kyungsoo’s eyes watched your face and you caught him mirroring the same head nod. “Okay,” he also whispered.

You nodded again and he was quiet as he looked at you, eventually looking away from you and looking around the kitchen space with a small exhale of air through his mouth. He didn’t move, but what was even worse was that you also did not move. You weren’t sure how to do it.

Oh. Oh no. Oh no this was awkward. Did you just say goodbye and walk away? Did you give him, like, a high five or maybe lean into him for a hug, God that would be terrible, Imagine? A hug, thanks buddy, thanks pal, thanks for letting me make out with you, sorry to freak you out when I got too into it and touched your boner because apparently that is a no-touchy zone, I did not get the memo about the boner. Should you lean in and give him a kiss on the cheek? How did you leave this situation with at least one-fourth of your dignity, an acceptable amount for someone with your history of humiliating yourself, still intact?

The kiss on the cheek might be okay, right? His cheeks were soft and his skin was smooth. You took the smallest step into him and you leaned in for it, but oh god, he was moving already. You leaned at the exact same moment that he spun around on his feet and began to walk away from you toward the doorway that led toward the bunk beds, which would have been completely fine except for the fact that he had seen you beginning to lean into him right before he moved. He had seen you move, he had seen you lean, but his feet had already stepped, his body had already begun the exit process and what resulted was a terrible, awful, awkward time in which he stopped walking abruptly and turned back around to face you, halfway toward the doorway, stuck somewhere in the middle of this kitchen with him again facing you and neither of you wanting to explain to each other with words why the journey to the exit had been halted so abruptly.

“No,” you shook your head back and forth. His face was pink again. “No, just go. You already ruined it.”

“What were you going to do?”

“Doesn't matter. It’s over.” You sidestepped him and moved quickly through the space, placing your handle on the kitchen door and pulling it open. You hurled yourself into the darkness of the hallway, feeling just a tiny bit of irritation at the realization that you could still hear the sound of his footsteps very clearly. He hadn’t stayed behind in that kitchen but he seemed to be following you down the hallway toward the room with your bunks.

“You were leaning, what were you leaning for?”

“Why are you following me? I have things to do. Alone, Kyungsoo.” You emphasized the last bit while looking directly into his eyes and he was fighting his smile a little but he didn’t seem to stop following you until you reached the door to the bunks and stopped to look at him with your hand on the door handle.

“I just need to get my bag. Then you can have the place to yourself.” He was already pushing past you, rushing through the room toward the bed in the back and he was grabbing a black duffel that he slung over his shoulder and he made quick work of the distance with his quick walking reaching the space in the doorway that you still occupied in no time.

When he was back at your side you moved inside the room to give him room for his exit but before he disappeared through the doorway you caught an abrupt shift in his balance. When he was close enough he leaned into you and pressed his soft lips against your cheek, lingering against your skin for one second too long before he pulled back again and looked into your eyes. Admittedly, you hadn’t expected that at all and you had closed your eyes halfway through the lingering part and you had to act quickly to open your eyes up in time so as not to miss the smoldering look part.

“Now, wouldn’t that have been awkward to do back in the kitchen when I was going to come all the way over here the whole time?”

You’d opened your mouth and inhaled a breath to respond to him. You would have lied and told him that you weren’t going to kiss him in the kitchen, or that he was imagining things again, or maybe you would lie and say you took it back and you didn’t want to have sex with him ever. He had already disappeared and the heavy door slammed shut before you had a chance to think of a clever comeback.

Links: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

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peachybun-bun · 4 years ago

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D.O (Kyungsoo)

pairing; D.O (Doh Kyungsoo) x f reader genre; make out session; suggestive notes/warnings; kissing, touching/groping

Song suggestion; D.O - Rose (English Version)

Hearing the knock on your door, you glance at the clock and smile, knowing who was on the other side. You check your hair, and put on chapstick, before finally opening the door to see Kyungsoo standing there with his arm behind his back. He smiles and tilts his head, before bringing his hand around to the front to show you a single rose, like every single day.

Smiling, you take the rose and bring the red petals to your nose to take in the sweet floral scent. “Where do you find them every single day?”

He laughs and leans against the door frame, before glancing down the street to a neighbor's house, where a few rose bushes were planted, the blooms slowly dwindling. He knew he would need to find a different source before too long.

You turn to the hallway table to place this rose with the others, the vase now holding an impressive bouquet. “Do you want to come in?”

Kyungsoo smiles and nods, stepping over the threshold into your house. He glances at the roses with a satisfied smirk, before looking back at you. “You look pretty, like a spring day.”

You blush and shake your head, closing the door once he is inside the house. “You are good with words…”

He grins as you compliment him, his hand reaching out to take yours. “I’m telling you the truth. You are beautiful. Why do you think I come here every day with a rose?”

You laugh and let him pull you towards him, glancing up at him as his hand rests on your lower back. “I don’t know...did you hit your head?” You reach up to pretend to check for wounds.

Kyungsoo laughs and takes your hand, placing a chaste kiss to your palm, before shaking his head. “I fancy you.”

You laugh at his choice of words. Sometimes, he could sound like he was from a different time. “Well I’m glad, because I fancy you too.”

He smiles against your palm, before letting go of your hand, moving his hand to run his fingers over your cheek. “You do?”

You nod and laugh a bit that he needs to even ask. “I accept every single rose, Kyungsoo... I’d be crazy not to.”

Kyungsoo smiles and leans to press a kiss to your cheek, that makes your breath get caught in your throat. You hadn’t expected that. He pulls back to look at you, his eyes a bit more serious, before his lips move back to your skin, but this time rests on your lips in a soft kiss.

You smile against his lips, your hands moving to rest on his shoulders. You rest your toes on the floor, as your foot literally pops like in a rom com, to his sweet kiss.

He pulls back to look at you, to make sure it’s ok to keep going. You smile up at him, before glancing back at his lips. He doesn’t make you wait, delving back into the kiss a bit deeper, as he walks you backwards towards the couch, causing you to laugh softly as your knees hit the cushion, pulling him down with you so he is laying over you.

“Sorry…” He laughs into the words as he speaks on your lips, starting to move, but your hands keep him where he is.

“Don’t be, stay…”

He furrows his brows and nods, before nudging your nose with his. His lips meet yours again, causing a small happy moan to escape yours, leaving a smile on his lips.

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kiestrokes · 2 months ago

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Day 10, 11 & 12: A Nonsense Christmas | NSFW + SFW

▸ Idol: Wen Junhui of SVT | Na Jaemin of NCT | Doh Kyungsoo of EXO ▸ Rating: SFW/NSFW. Mature (18+) Minors DNI. ▸ Genre: hard hours, active WIP excerpt, established relationship, enemies with extreme sexual tension, love triangle, smut, crack. ▸ Vibe: a collection of nonsense "holiday" excursions. Model!Junhui and his partner at a work party; coworkers Jaemin and reader being the last two to go home before the office closes for Christmas and getting stuck in the elevator together; another excerpt from the untitled big brother Kyungsoo/little brother Jisung love triangle with their childhood neighbor ft. Seo Changbin to the rescue. ▸ Warnings: language, stuck in an elevator/bathroom scene for anyone that might trigger.

Sexually Explicit Content: oral (male receiving, female almost receiving), sexual tension, teasing, kissing, fondling, orgasm denial in a way, interrupted sexual relations.

🗝️ Note: Has not beta-ed by me or anyone else. There would have been more for Jaemin, but I hate chunking dialogue like you will see in the Kyungsoo one.

Disclaimers: This is a work of fiction; I do not own any of the idols depicted below.

「 25 Hours: Hard, Soft and WIP-mas Masterlist 」

Wen Junhui Model boyfriend Jun that has driven you crazy the whole party in his outfit, the deep v of his suit, the teasing cutouts on the sides, so much so that you can't wait to get home, after you say your goodbyes early as usual, due to Jun's dwindling social battery you corral him into the agency's stock closet, he huffs a quiet laugh as you sink to your knees into front of him, his longer fingers stroking back your hair, already well attuned to what it is you're seeking, he knows how much the veins between his hipbones tempt you into sucking him off, you lay a kiss to each hip in a small ceremony of worship before swallowing down your prize, Jun's fingers tighten behind your ear, you look up under your lashes to see his head kicked back in ecstasy, jaw slack in appreciation as your tongue wraps around his sensitive parts.

Na Jaemin Annoying coworker Jaemin, you're the last two in the office, working on the same project in different departments, the very last thing you wanted before the week off was to get stuck in the elevator with your arche nemesis, yet here you were, sitting on the floor what felt like an hour (20 mins) later, Jaemin chattering away across from you as you zone out trying to reach a coworker or friend via text or call with your low cell signal in the tin box, he toes your shoe asking if you're listening to him, you kindly inform him that you cannot take him, his new bleached hair and clear hipster glasses serious.

Doh Kyungsoo You're at their apartment party where Jisung is too busy charming the neighbors. You and Soo accidentally get locked in the bathroom together. You're giggling until Soo pins you against the counter. "I like you." "Soo-" "More than him." "Of course, you think that he's your annoying baby brother." His lips linger in front of you, your gazes locked. "Soo," you hush a whisper before kissing him. Kyungsoo groans before embedding his hands in your hair and devouring you. You break the kiss with a gasp. "I really want to kiss you somewhere else." You moan as his hand travels down the middle of your body, telling you exactly where he wishes to kiss. "Yes," you groan, hips canting forward when he finally cups you intimately. Kyungsoo rucks up the hem of your dress, and you open your legs causing him to laugh in tender amusement. Crouching between your spread thighs he places a firm kiss over your panties. "Ah, Soo just take the off!" You grumble in frustration. Kyungsoo looks up at you from under his laughs, chin pressing against your clothed folds, "still so impatient." Suddenly theres a pounding on the door. The two of you bolt upright, your dress falling back into place as Changbin yells from the other side. Thankfully his brute strength aids in your escape, unthankfully Kyungsoo's coworker pulls him off and you sulk back to your apartment with damp panties.

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dks-smut · 1 year ago

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&yet part 1

Pairing: f!reader x rm!Sehun x Kyungsoo

Rating: Mature

Word Count: ~4,100

Genre: Smut, Jealousy, Angst, Friends/Strangers to FWB (lovers soon?)

Warnings: Teasing, drugs/alcohol (exposition mostly)

Plot: Sehun, your best friend and roommate, invites his new friend from work over, Kyungsoo, to help him through a rough breakup. As tensions build, the dynamic between you three takes a turn.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 /

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You couldn’t sleep. You had to be up early in the morning for work yet all you could hear was your roommate’s groans and the whines of the cute girl he was fucking. The sounds grew louder as you hoped they would finish soon.

This was not the first time hearing your roommate, Sehun, have sex. It seemed like it was a new girl every other week. What did it matter? You didn’t care if he was getting his dick wet.

You had been friends since high school and started living together once you started going to the same college. Both of you have since dropped out due to meandering minds. But he went to study music and literature. Yes, you know, you told him that major was a dead end since the economy tanked the year you both graduated high school. Once he couldn’t find steady work to fund his education, he stopped attending classes.

You put school on hold after your best friend died in a car accident. It was winter, the roads were icy, you can guess the rest. But you’ve been seeing a therapist and have had more good days than bad.

But it’s nights like this that do not help your sanity: work in the morning, bills past due, still hungry; didn’t eat enough today. You turn over in your bed; earplugs do not help. You can hear the picture frames vibrating against your wall. I guess he’s really giving it to her tonight. It had been a couple of weeks since he had someone over.

It felt like you blinked and it was morning. As you rushed out the front door, you saw Sehun standing shirtless over the kitchen sink guzzling down orange juice from the carton.

“Thirsty?” You say to him, his back toward you.

He jolts and turns around. You can see your reflection in his brown eyes as he focuses on you. Then the muscles in his arms relax once he realizes who just sneaked up on him.

“I bought that! At least use a cup!” You raise your voice at him but then you start to giggle. He looks at you, confused, his eyes getting larger. He sets the carton down and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. He was about to speak but, in a flash, you closed the front door behind you.

What just happened? Why did I laugh? Why did I abruptly leave?

These and more questions continue to fog your mind as you walk to work. Not a place you wanted to be, but who really wants to be? The job you had at the cafe was more convenient than anything. Just two and half blocks from your apartment.

You were always the first to arrive at the shop even though you were not a manager and yet, you had a set of keys. Other people found you to be reliable, trustworthy, responsible. You did not feel like any of those things. You had just started getting better with medication, therapy, et cetera. You felt like anything but a responsible adult.

You open the shop and about 10 minutes later your coworker, Jules, shows up. You start the coffee and baking pastries. Most of your morning shift passes uneventfully. That is until Jules said something to you about being cranky and needing to get dicked down.

The thought of sex hadn’t really been in your mind until your coworker happened to insult you. Maybe it was true. You had dated only one person but that lasted about a month. You had started talking at this party on campus. You had common interests with plenty to talk about but he stopped replying to your texts after he sent, “I need to find time for me and with school and work, I won’t have time for you. Maybe in the future?” It was completely out of the blue.

You couldn’t help but think that you were the problem. After that, dating never really happened for you. In high school, all the guys were either immature or only wanted to fuck. To be honest, you weren’t the prettiest in the school but neither were they. Who gives a fuck about looks. You do not exist to be ogled.

And that’s how you’ve come to really ponder what Jules said to you. In earnest, you try not to mentally talk yourself out of this decision. Maybe your giggle fit in front of Sehun was hiding a deep need within you.

Your shift ended without incident, except for a few shitty and moronic customers, and now you walk home. You feel your phone buzz in your purse that hangs over your shoulder. You stop walking to fish around in your bag. Finally you feel your silicone hotdog phone case and bring it in front of your face. A text from Sehun. It reads, “Hey. Not closing tonight so I’ll be home. Just to let you know in case you had plans at home.”

“You don’t have a girl that needs fingering?” You typed out sarcastically.

“Ha. Ha. Is that all you think I do?” He replies, the letters that make up his words have a hint of hurt in them.

You continue walking as you send a final text to him, “No. I was hoping you’d fuck them too. It was a joke. Be home soon.”

You hope your reply would let Sehun know to quit taking everything so seriously. But maybe it was you who was irritable. And bitter. Can’t forget bitter. You feel your phone buzz again and only read it as you’re turning your key into the front door lock, knowing it was Sehun.

You push the door open while looking down at your phone. Sehun’s text read: “Maybe I can show you sometime *winky face*”

You feel blood rush to your head as you make eye contact with Sehun who is sitting on the couch watching a movie. He turns to pick up the remote to pause the movie. He turns back to look at you. You’re still standing there at the front door, which is still open. You notice your slack jaw when Sehun clears his throat to say,

“Hey! How was work? You okay?” He asks in a low voice which is usually caused when he gets high.

You close your mouth to swallow. You grab your keys from the lock in the front door and shut it. You throw your purse and keys onto a nearby table and slide your shoes off.

You finally reply to Sehun’s question, hoping he didn’t notice your expression as you walked in.

“Same shit, different day. You know.” you say as you walk into the kitchen to grab a beer.

You plop down onto the couch with a huff. You stretch your legs out and place them on the coffee table in front of you. You pass a beer to Sehun, and he laughs and says,

“Aww, thanks!” in a very cheery tone, which catches you by surprise. He reaches to grab the beer from you, an empty seat in between you two.

Okay. I get it now. He is high. That explains that explicit text he sent to me. I really hope to fuck he did not see my face turn red while holding my phone.

You sigh and he reaches down to the coffee table to resume the movie he was watching before you came home.

“Yes! I love this one! And it just started!” You blurt out.

Sehun coughs and seems like he’s about to say something. You notice he just lit and hit a joint. He passes the joint to you and you lean closer to grab it. Your index finger touches his knuckles as you make the exchange. You quickly settle back to your space on the couch, hoping he didn’t see how awkward you felt, and you slowly drag on the joint.

Sehun looks over at you as you exhale smoke and start to cough a little. You take a swig of beer and as you are about to take another hit, you glance up and he is staring at you. You quickly dart your eyes from his to the TV screen and continue with your drag. You exhale again and begin to pass it back to Sehun. He grabs it from you, this time no little touches are exchanged.

You start to rise from the couch and Sehun asks, “Where are you going? I thought you liked this movie?”

“I do! I have to shower and change. I smell like rotten milk and tuna salad,” you say, walking away while untying your apron that was around your waist.

“I’ll be right back.” You say, chucking your apron near your purse, and you walked out of sight. You could hear Sehun mumble something and then laugh at something in the movie.

Once you hit your bedroom door, you slump your shoulders. You shut your door quietly and go to sit on your bed. You lean back on the bed with your feet on the floor. You look up at the ceiling fan and close your eyes.

The weed Sehun buys is always so strong. You feel like you could pass out right now. Your head starts to spin but you open your eyes. You finally pull yourself up off the bed to head into the bathroom.

Unfortunately, sharing a bathroom with a guy is the worst. You have made the best of it since moving in together almost two years ago. You don’t keep much in the bathroom just in case someone needs it. I am just the best roommate, right?

While showering, your buzz from the weed starts really kicking in. Starting to feel paranoid, you shower as quickly as possible. You swear you hear the bathroom door creak. The lock on the bathroom door has been hit or miss ever since you and Sehun threw a party a couple of months back. The landlord has been lax about getting it fixed. At any rate, the door could have creaked when the air conditioning turned on.

Back in your shower reverie, you begin to think that it was awfully coincidental that Sehun had just started that movie as you arrived home. It’s what friends do, right?

Dry, dressed, and still buzzed, you return to your space on the couch. Sehun was too busy texting on his phone to notice your return. As he finishes his text, he takes a cursory glance at you, then places his phone face down on the coffee table. He looks back over at you as he reaches for his beer. After swallowing a sip, he says to you, “What are your plans tonight? I never got a reply from my text.”

You slump down in your seat, trying hard to disappear. You fidget a bit before replying, “No, not tonight. You know me. I never have plans.”

“I didn’t want to assume, so I thought I’d ask,” Sehun says sincerely.

“Thanks. Really. So, where’s your booty call tonight?” You ask with your voice getting quieter as you reach the end of your question.

Just then, Sehun’s phone buzzes. He reaches and turns the phone face up. He looks contemplative as he types a reply. You really do not want to be nosy, but you felt like you had a close enough relationship with him, that you just had to ask,

“You okay? Even without drugs, I haven’t seen you look this glum”

“Yeah, I’m okay. Just stuff. My friend is having a rough go of it.”

“Care to elaborate? You know, I am your friend, and have been for 5 years. I’m here if you need to talk.”

“Thanks for the offer, but I really need to sort this out on my own,” he says in a kind, yet serious manner.

“Well, the offer stands,” you say with a smile as you focus back onto the movie playing.

You start fidgeting with the drawstring on your sweatpants, trying hard to not make things even more awkward between you and Sehun. He seems to still be lost in thought which then makes you start wondering who he was texting and what could be going on. He knows he can confide in you or ask for your advice, he has in the past, not sure why he’s being evasive all of a sudden.

Okay, now the munchies have kicked in and you ask Sehun if he’d like a snack from the kitchen as you rise to your feet.

Sehun says, “Oh yeah! Those spicy crispy things you got from the Mexican bodega!” His eyes light up with excitement as you turn to walk to the kitchen.

You return to the couch and toss the bag over to him. He catches the bag with one hand and gives you a surprised look.

“Whoa there! I almost spilled my beer catching that!” Sehun blurts out and you give a half-hearted apology as you open up a packet of mixed nuts.

While piling some cashews in your mouth, Sehun looks over at you and says, “Hey, do you want to grab something to eat tonight? Maybe delivery? I hadn’t planned on what to eat and these snacks are already making me hungry for dinner.”

As you finish chewing you say, “Sure, delivery sounds fine. I’m sick of being around people after my 10 hour shift.”

“Yes, understood. Even me though?” Sehun says and he takes another swig of his beer.

The corners of your mouth slowly turn to a smile and you look at Sehun while your eyebrows go up. Still grinning, you say, “It’s different! You’re not people. You know what I mean. You’re you and I don’t mind being in the same space as you. It’s nice.”

Was this the weed talking or was I getting a buzz from the beer? Or both? Or was this something else entirely? Maybe Jules was right, I need to get laid.

You quickly look down at your now empty hands after having placed the bag of nuts on the table. Again, you fiddle with your drawstring pants not really knowing what to say or where to look even though one of your favorite movies is playing. You catch a quick glimpse of Sehun sitting to your right and the other end of the couch. He smoothly sweeps his fingers through his bangs and pulls them back showing off his forehead for a split second until his hair falls back into place. You snap your head forward to watch the movie and you see Sehun turn his head toward you in your periphery. You hope giving yourself whiplash wasn’t at all obvious to Sehun as he suddenly says, “I enjoy being with you as well.” You glance over toward him. You both lock eyes and time seems to crawl. The intensity is broken when Sehun then starts to make this noise he always makes when something is awkward. It sounds like a mix between a dying bird and a grunt.

“Sorry for getting sappy and introspective and shit. I’m kinda high, if you couldn’t tell,” you say and start loudly laughing.

Sehun sits upright on the couch, now aware of his shitty posture, and starts laughing along. “Nah, no way. Couldn’t tell at all.” Sehun says this and puts the bag next to his beer on the table. Your laughter dies down and the silence becomes deafening. The movie playing doesn’t seem to register in your ears.

He breaks your daydream with a question. “Any ideas for delivery? Pizza? Chinese?”

“Oh, either. Or Both. Really, order whatever and I’ll stuff my face,” you say dryly but in a sarcastic tone. Sehun chuckles at your answer and grabs his phone from the table and starts scrolling.

You glance over and see Sehun’s phone screen being reflected in his eyes. You think, wow his eyes are

“Okay, I ordered 2 pizzas and ramen. Sound good?” Sehun says as he completes the order and sets his phone down on the table again. You both stare blankly at the TV as Sehun then lights up another joint. He never smokes this much. What is going on with him? You want to ask again but don’t want to force him to say something he doesn’t feel comfortable saying.

You bend to move your legs to lay on the couch. Your feet take up the empty seat in between you and Sehun. He glances over towards you and back to the TV. He has his elbow propped on the armrest of the couch with his head in his palm. You pipe up after noticing he’s beginning to shrink into himself, “Hey, you really okay? You feeling alright? You never order pizza unless you’re stressed.”

He sighs, “I am…please don’t get upset. I invited my friend over for dinner tonight. I don’t want him to be alone. This girl he was seeing dumped him…and—,” you cut him off, “You don’t have to explain. I’m not upset. You’re a good friend.”

He sits up and turns his chest toward you, “Really, it’s okay?”

You smile, “Honestly. I’ll just eat fast and make myself scarce.”

“You really don’t have to. I think being around people will take his mind off of her. Please stay? We can watch something funny, get high, and sink into the couch,” he begs and leans toward the table to take a swig from his beer bottle.

“Sure. I will,” you start to sit up, leaning against the pillows pressed haphazardly along the back of the couch. He looks over at your sudden weight shift.

“Who is he? What’s his name,” you ask Sehun, trying not to sound completely clueless when he arrived.

“He works in the kitchen at the restaurant. His name’s Kyungsoo. He’s hilarious, but may seem serious at first. Also, he’s been quite depressed. So try not to be super self deprecating tonight,” he says and begins to chuckle.

“I’m not that bad, am I?” You ask rhetorically, a huge smile across your face, not taking his words too seriously.

There’s a lull in the conversation, as he grabs the remote, scrolling through streaming services, looking for a movie to put on once the food and Kyungsoo arrives.

You suddenly feel the blood rush to your face and your heart beating through your chest. It’s not like you were scared of men, quite the opposite. It was just a change of routine. You like predictability, schedules, and the mundanity that comes with a quiet, simple life. That, and meeting new people, even if he is Sehun’s friend, still makes you nervous and self conscious.

You have to understand that you’ve never crossed “that line” in your friendship. You’ve been wasted together, around other people and alone. It’s been the same, no weirdness. Just flirty jokes here and there and accidental physical contact. You’ve sometimes wanted a hug, just to feel safe, during a difficult time in your life. But you’ve never wanted to jeopardize your relationship with Sehun—strictly friends. Just then the doorbell rings.

Sehun didn’t seem to hear it, and so you stood to answer the door. As you turn and pull the knob, you see a meek yet serious person standing in front of you. He stands half a foot taller than you, with big round eyes, dark brown. He’s wearing black track pants with a large olive green sweatshirt that hangs from his broad shoulders. And lastly, a beanie topping his head, covering his forehead yet showing his thick eyebrows.

You’re frozen, trying not to make it obvious that you’re gawking at the stranger standing in your doorway. You snap yourself out of it, bowing your head toward him, “Come in, please.” You clear your throat and as you’re about to close the door once Kyungsoo walks through the threshold, another person is seen walking up to your door.

You immediately greet the deliverer, smiling, “Thank you. Have a good night.” You grab the pizza boxes, balancing them on your palm, grabbing the bag that contained the ramen. You push the door closed with your foot and walk into the kitchen shouting, “Guys! Perfect timing!” You hear a deep voice in the living room ask, “Can I help you with that?” He walks behind you grabbing the pizza boxes with both his hands, unburdening you. He introduces himself and you reciprocate.

After the greeting, you yell toward the living room, trying to get Sehun up off the couch. “Just a minute! I was adding some cool stuff to our favorites! Coming!” He yells back. Then, you hear his excited feet shuffling into the kitchen. Kyungsoo’s face is elated, eyes disappearing behind his smile. You notice a smirk, but just barely. His full lips spread across his face. He looks down at the table quickly, hiding his reaction.

You all crowd around the table which was filled edge to edge with food, plates, and drinks. There’s hardly any talking as you’re all enjoying the meal, except for an occasional ‘mmmm’ or ‘this is so good,” but not much else. Sehun begins to groan, rubbing his stomach, eyebrows furrowed, “Damn, I’m stuffed. I can’t. I’m done.” You start to lose it and laugh at Sehun being dramatically full, leaning back in his chair. You nod your head in agreement, “Yes, who wants to go out for a smoke?” Kyungsoo nods and stands up immediately lowering his gaze. What a sight. His deep brown eyes are mesmerizing.

Shit, Sehun opted not to join you two, instead choosing to pour himself a stiff drink. He heads to the kitchen as Kyungsoo follows behind you to the tiny balcony. It hardly holds a small potted plant and a chair. You press yourself against the railing, giving Kyungsoo enough space. He slides the glass door closed. It was gentle and quiet, in stark contrast to Sehun’s, which was loud and rough. You are able to feel it through the wood floors in your living room. If you couldn’t tell, it’s annoying. In all honesty, you don’t think Sehun realizes it’s that loud as he slams it closed.

You’re standing shoulder to shoulder. You both pull out your respective cigarette packs, lighting up, and puffing. You place your foot up on the lower railing, resting your elbows on the top railing. Kyungsoo has one hand in his pocket, the other pulling the cigarette from his lips to exhale smoke down toward his chest, some escaping his nostrils simultaneously. He flicks his cigarette ash off the side of the balcony, dragging once again. You’re seeing all of this from the corner of your eye. It’s difficult to see even that, but god his he so fucking attractive.

Heat begins to flow to your cheeks again. You immediately feel hot in the frosty night. You turn your neck in his direction in an attempt to break the ice, “Sorry, I’m kinda uncomfortable around people I’ve just met.” He nods in agreement, “I get it. I’m the same way. Plus, I’m going through a breakup, in case Sehun didn’t already run his big mouth.”

“Sorry. Yeah, I’ve heard. But that’s all. Just a breakup,” you say innocently. You stub your cigarette out and slide the door back open. Kyungsoo follows you, turning to close the door. You take your cardigan off and make yourself comfortable on the couch next to Sehun. Kyungsoo sits on your left, Sehun to your right. You all begin to swap stories and laugh together, thanks to the sticky weed.

Sehun puts a movie on and the laughter grows. Joyful noises and jokes echo throughout the living room. At one point, during a fit, you instinctively begin to slap your hand down on Sehun’s leg. Then it became Kyungsoo’s thigh. You lose your breath and begin to heavily draw air into your lungs, a snort emitting from your nose. This makes you laugh harder and the two guys begin to lose it. They’re clapping their hands, giving each other high fives, which causes you to lean back, since you’re in between them, avoiding collision with your face.

Giggles and throaty laughs continue until you fall asleep with your head resting on Sehun’s shoulder. His head is tilted and rests on the back of the couch, snoring. A loud noise from the movie must have awoken Sehun when he noticed you asleep against him. He carefully frees his arm that was trapped beneath you. He places your head on a pillow, trying hard not to wake you. Sehun then notices Kyungsoo also passed out, his head resting at the other end of the couch.

He shrugs and leaves you both there. He turns the TV off and heads of to his room, shutting off any lights on his way.

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Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

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