The last thing Junmyeon expects to see as he opens the door to a bathroom at a frat party is Baekhyun and Kyungsoo getting it on against the sink.
Byun Baekhyun, the loud, clingy, inquisitive kid he had to interview for stealing fruit loops from one of the cafeterias at two in the morning; and Do Kyungsoo, the reserved, aloof, lowkey threatening kid who submits occassional scathing reviews of the university’s theatrical productions.
They’re both so different, almost poles apart, and yet here they are, making out like teenagers in heat, Baekhyun’s tongue shoved down Kyungsoo’s throat and Kyungsoo’s hand tight around a fistful of Baekhyun’s hair.
Baekhyun moans so loud Junmyeon can hear it over the deafening noise that is Yixing’s shitty EDM playlist — and that’s his cue to slam the door shut.
“What’s wrong? Someone inside?” asks Sehun, the new intern Junmyeon’s in charge of at the student newspaper, already unbuttoning his pants and shouldering his way through.
Junmyeon grimaces. “I’m peeing in the lawn.” He’s never wanted to bleach his eyes so bad.
"Baekhyun," says Jongdae, sitting so close to him on the couch that their thighs touch, as they both sip on their hot chocolates. "Do you have feelings for me?"
Baekhyun chokes. "I -- " he sputters, coughing harshly. "No."
Jongdae pats him helpfully on the back. "So why are you hoarding my hoodies?"
Baekhyun's fingers tighten around his mug. "Just for. You know. Warmth."
Jongdae's smile is sweet. "Okay. Why do you walk me home everyday?"
Baekhyun starts bouncing his legs. "You live in a bad neighbourhood."
"Okay," Jongdae says. If possible, he shifts even closer, and wraps a tiny hand over Baekhyun's knee to stop the bouncing. "Is that also why there's a heart emoji beside my name on your contact list?"
Baekhyun opens his mouth, looks up to Jongdae, and just -- stares. Open-mouthed. Speechless.
"Baekhyun?"
"You know," Baekhyun croaks out, mouth suddenly too dry, "heart emojis actually mean 'besties' in like, bro language."
Jongdae nods, slowly. "Really?"
"Yeah," says Baekhyun. "Why -- why'd you ask?"
From behind long, long lashes that curl up endearingly, Jongdae's eyes meet Baekhyun's. "I don't know, I just thought, if you'd, you know, had feelings for me, I wanted to tell you that I also have feelings for you," says Jongdae. Baekhyun gapes. "But seeing as you don't, I guess, well, there's plenty of fish in the sea. So I'll just" -- Jongdae fishes out his phone -- "call Kyungsoo, maybe, or Chanyeol. See if any of them might have feelings for me. Maybe even Junmyeon --"
Baekhyun grabs the phone. "No," he says.
Jongdae halts, wide-eyed. "What?"
"Don't call them," Baekhyun says, putting Jongdae's phone away. "Listen. I do have feelings for you, Jongdae. Mad feelings. Like, big, fat, gigantic feelings that make me wanna be with you as much as possible so could you please, just, not call them?" Baekhyun sucks in a heavy breath, heart beating wildly in his chest.
Jongdae's smile grows, pleased. Like he's planned this all along. "Well, that took you long enough."
The loud knock at his door startles Baekhyun enough to drop his dishes in the sink noisily, cursing under his breath.
He opens his door to Kyungsoo, the performance arts major from next door whom Baekhyun has met exactly twice, once in orientation week and then the two TAs Minseok and Junmyeon’s party. It’s three in the morning, Kyungsoo’s hair is a mess, and there’s an imprint of his sheets on one cheek. Baekhyun has never seen a grumpier face.
“Holy shit, I am so, so sorry,” says Baekhyun in a flurry. “I swear I just get really hungry after my night shifts and I was trying to cook some eggs and then the fire alarm rang and I know that this is like the fiftieth time but this time I did turn it off immediately, I’m so sorry I woke you up, I’m so fucking sorry —“
Baekhyun’s long-winded apology is cut off short when a finger comes up to shush him.
“I’ll teach you,” says Kyungsoo, voice gruff from sleep.
Baekhyun has to remind himself that this is not the time to be turned on by stupidly attractive low timbres. “I’m sorry?” mumbles Baekhyun into Kyungsoo’s finger.
Kyungsoo sighs, removing his very nice finger from Baekhyun’s mouth and forcing his way into Baekhyun’s apartment. “Come on, I’ll teach you to cook your eggs.”
"I'm gonna get us more drinks," says Baekhyun as he stands and slips out of their booth, lips smacking noisily as he finishes the food still in his mouth.
"Okay," says Kyungsoo, nodding at him in thanks.
Kyungsoo and Junmyeon turn back to their food as Baekhyun heads for the bar. Junmyeon takes a huge bite of his spicy fried chicken, then proceeds to chew loudly.
Kyungsoo glares. "Hyung, can you chew with your mouth closed?"
"Hey," retorts Junmyeon, frowning offendedly. "Why didn't you tell Baekhyun that? He chews even more loudly than I do."
Kyungsoo softens then, turning to watch Baekhyun as he waves one of the bartenders down. For a brief moment, Baekhyun's eyes meet Kyungsoo's, and he smiles, all sweet and cheeky and handsome. Even under the dim lighting of the bar, Baekhyun shines.
To Junmyeon, Kyungsoo just shrugs. "I like Baekhyun more than I hate people who chew loudly."
It's Sunday and they're all packed in the living room of Junmyeon's spacious house. It's also Valentine's day, and Jongdae has taken to baking, so he's handing out boxes of homemade chocolate to all of them.
"Why am I not getting one?" whines Chanyeol.
"Patience is a virtue, dickhead," says Jongdae, taking out box after box from his paper bag. "It's not my fault yours is at the bottom." Finally, he hands Chanyeol his chocolate box.
Chanyeol lets out a very unattractive squeal.
Baekhyun looks down at his own chocolate box. It's a simple brown one with a heart-shaped paper slipped on top of it and a carefully tied ribbon to hold everything in place, much like everybody else's. Baekhyun's name is written on the paper in Jongdae's neat little handwriting.
"I wonder if the chocolates inside are heart-shaped, too," singsongs Chanyeol, pulling the ribbon apart and setting the paper with his name on it aside. He opens the lid and brandishes the content of his box. Inside, the chocolates are in the shape of plain, boring cubes.
"Yeah, don't get your hopes up," says Jongdae. "I don't have heart-shaped molds." He drops to sit beside Baekhyun on the armchair, squeezing into his side.
Baekhyun pulls his ribbon apart, too, and sets the heart-shaped paper aside. Beside him, Jongdae is unusually tense, stealing not-so-subtle glances at Baekhyun from beneath his lashes.
Baekhyun opens the box. Inside, stacked neatly on a crumpled piece of decorative paper, are five pieces of homemade chocolate.
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"What would you do if you were locked in an elevator with me?" asks Baekhyun, turning to Jongdae.
"I think," whispers Jongdae conspiratorially, "I am currently trapped in an elevator with you."
Baekhyun pulls his eyes away from Jongdae's very enticing curly lips that are stained red with wine from Junmyeon's utterly pretentious bachelor party to take in his surrounding. "Oh," he says. Indeed, they're sitting side by side in an elevator, feet stretched out in front of them against the closed door. "Why isn't it moving?"
"Because we're stuck."
"Huh," says Baekhyun. "You think we can finally use it as a cool conversation starter?"
Jongdae hums, eyes bleary as he mulls over it. "Maybe. What's the statistic, though? Like, how often do people get trapped in elevators?"
"I dunno." Baekhyun knows approximately minus two general knowledge on a good day. Right now, he's pretty fucking drunk, and he can't bring his mind to think of anything aside from how distractingly charming Jongdae looks in his expensive shirt, slick black fabric stretched taut over his firm chest. Baekhyun might be salivating. "The real question is, how many survive to tell the story?"
Jongdae nods. Also more than tipsy. "Right."
"So. What'd you do?"
"What?"
"What'd you do now that you're, you know, actually stuck in one with me?"
Jongdae ponders over the question, and as he does so, seems to sober up a bit, his gaze clearing out and his ears reddening in a manner that isn't caused by alcohol consumption. "Well, I'd --" He pauses. Then, he mumbles out, "I'd kiss you."
Baekhyun looks up, caught off-guard, but Jongdae isn't looking back at him as much as he's staring right at Baekhyun's mouth. Maybe they're too sober for this. Maybe there's time to go back to the party, chug down some more alcohol (Junmyeon's wallet can definitely take it) and then return to Jongdae so they can make out for real.
Or maybe Baekhyun can just get over himself and kiss him.
Thank heavens, because Jongdae seems to share the same sentiment, as he leans in the same exact time Baekhyun does, and they meet right in the --
The elevator dings open.
"What the fuck," says Kyungsoo from the other side of the open door as Baekhyun and Jongdae pull away and look up at him, blinking dumbly.
Huh. "It's not broken," says Baekhyun. "We're not stuck." Baekhyun turns to Jongdae.
Jongdae turns to the panel beside the door.
Baekhyun turns to look too, and, oh -- none of the numbers are lit up.
"We were supposed to press one of the floor buttons," says Jongdae, still sounding a little out of it. "That's how elevators work."
Right. Baekhyun pushes himself up slowly, getting to his feet and reaching out so he can jab at the G button. Then, when Kyungsoo shoulders his way in past the open door, Baekhyun blocks him.
"What --"
"You wanna watch us two suck face or catch the next ride?"
Kyungsoo groans.
Baekhyun grins, and pushes at the "close" button. The elevator door closes right before Kyungsoo's grouchy face.
Baekhyun turns around, grinning cheekily down at Jongdae who's looking up at him through his long, long lashes with an inviting curl to his lips and beautiful twinkling eyes, far too interested. "Now, where were we?"
