Warning(s) - reader wears lingerie, smut, slightly mean dom!Kyungsoo, breast/nipple play, reader is a brat, impact play, oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, p in v, multiple orgasms, overstimulation
Summary - You wake to the sound of Kyungsoo’s voice carrying through the apartment, steady and low as he paces with his phone pressed to his ear. What begins as an ordinary morning shifts into something far more intimate when you decide to remind him what’s waiting for him off the call.
Word Count - 2.7k
Author’s Note - Welcome to Kinktober 2025! This was inspired by a dream I had a while back about surprising Kyungsoo while he’s on a call, but I turned it smutty just for this little fic. It was refreshing to write for an EXO member, and I feel just so happy with all the new content coming out from them.
Part of my Kinktober 2025. Day 1 - Orgasm Control.
Now playing: I’m Gonna Love You - D.O.
You woke to the sound of your boyfriend’s voice before you even opened your eyes. It was low, steady, practiced in that professional cadence he slipped into whenever business intruded on your shared space. The words weren’t clear yet, just the rise and fall of his tone as he paced somewhere beyond the bedroom door.
For a moment, you lingered beneath the covers, tracing the faint smell of coffee that had already spread through the apartment. Kyungsoo’s ritual. Always the first thing he reached for, even on mornings like this one, when his mind was clearly tangled in something bigger.
You pushed yourself upright, the sheets sliding down to your waist, baring yourself to the morning chill and reminding you of last night’s activities. Through the slightly ajar bedroom door, you caught a glimpse of Kyungsoo, phone pressed to his ear, brow furrowed in concentration as he moved from one side of the living room to the other. His bare feet made no sound against the wood floor, but the way his hand carved the air with subtle gestures betrayed his focus.
“Mmhmm, I understand,” he said, voice firmer now. “Yes, I’ve read the script. It’s…different. But good. I just…need to think about the timing of shooting.” A pause. He turned slightly, and you could see the tension coiled into his shoulders, the way he carried the weight of decision in every line of his body.
Something in you softened. You had seen him like this before, torn between the demands of his career and the quiet sanctuary you built together. And you knew how to tip the balance, how to remind him that home wasn’t something he had to perform for.
You slipped from bed, pulling on a random set of lingerie before tugging one of his hoodies from the chair in the corner of the room. It hung off your frame, hem brushing your thighs. The silk of the lingerie clung cool against your skin beneath the warmth of the hoodie, a secret that made your pulse quicken as you stepped softly into the hall.
He didn’t notice you at first. Too wrapped in negotiations, in the careful choosing of his words. “Yes, of course. I’ll give you an answer by the end of the week.” His back was to you as he spoke, head tipped slightly as though weighing invisible scales.
You leaned against the doorframe, watching him, a smile tugging at your lips. The morning light had slipped further into the room, painting him in pale gold, catching the curve of his jaw, the line of his neck. For all the years you had known him, it still amazed you how he could look both untouchable and utterly yours at the same time.
And maybe that was why mischief stirred in you now, curling warm in your chest. He carried the world in that phone call, but you carried something he needed more: the reminder of how inevitable, how easy love could be.
“Coffee in the morning and you on the phone,” you murmured under your breath, just loud enough to tease the air between you. “Some things never change.”
Kyungsoo’s head jerked, eyes landing on you. For just a beat, his composure faltered. The faintest widening of his eyes, the soft flush that brushed his cheeks. Then, into the phone, he gave a quick, mumbled response. “Yes, I understand. I’ll call you back with my decision.” And the line went dead before the person on the other end had a chance to protest.
The silence that followed was almost comical, the abrupt end of the call leaving the room charged with something else entirely. Kyungsoo lowered the phone from his ear, thumb hovering over the screen as if he might excuse himself back into work. But his eyes refused to leave you.
You sat and stretched languidly across the couch, the simple action pulling the hem of the hoodie upward as if it were the most natural thing in the world. The fabric rode upward, just enough to give away the shimmer of silk and lace beneath. Your grin tilted playful, knowing.
“So,” you began, breaking the tension with the casual speech of someone who already knew they had won. “Is this what it takes to get your full attention?”
Kyungsoo’s mouth parted, though no words came right away. His stare was unguarded, caught between disbelief and inevitable surrender. When he finally spoke, his voice had none of the crisp professionalism from moments before. It was deeper now, thicker. “You know exactly what you’re doing.”
You cocked your head, pretending innocence, but your bare thigh brushing against the couch as you shifted betrayed you. “Maybe. But it’s only because I love you.”
The corners of his mouth quirked, almost as if he wanted to scold you for interrupting, for making his carefully balanced world topple so easily. But instead, he made his way to you with that quiet steadiness that had always been his way of loving you. Firm, undoubted, and certain.
“Impossible,” he muttered under his breath, though his hands were already reaching for you, fingers brushing your jaw, your shoulder, the edge of his hoodie that barely covered you now. His touch lingered, reverent and impatient all at once. His phone slid from his hand to the coffee table, forgotten, as he finally gave in to the gravity pulling him toward you.
The couch dipped beneath his weight, his knees bracketing yours as if to cage you there. The morning sunlight spilled across both of you, gilding his skin, making the ordinary—this couch, this day—feel like something touched by reverence.
His lips found yours unhurriedly, brushing, retreating, then deepening when your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt. Each kiss was deliberate, as though he wanted to memorize you all over again, like the first moment he had ever dared to love you.
The hoodie slid loose under his hands, falling from one shoulder and baring a lace strap. His breath caught, and he leaned back just enough to take you in. His fingertips traced the edge of silk before he pulled the hoodie away completely, baring you piece by piece.
“You’re cruel,” he murmured, almost to himself, before his mouth closed over your collarbone. His hands wandered with purpose, sliding over your waist, up to your breasts, squeezing with an aching need. The lace gave way under his touch, tugged down so his mouth could taste your skin, his tongue circling, his teeth grazing before soothing with a gentle suck.
You arched into him, hips shifting of their own accord, grinding against the press of his hardening length. A low sound broke from his throat, but his pace didn’t falter. Instead, he pulled away, lips wet from where he had been worshipping you, his eyes narrowing in mock reprimand.
“Interrupting my call wasn’t enough?” he asked, voice threaded with warning. His thumb brushed over your nipple, teasing, waiting. “Now you want more without asking?”
You bit your lip, playful, challenging, grinding against him again. “Maybe I do.”
The sharpness in his gaze morphed into something darker, deeper. He caught your hips in his hands, holding you still. “Apologize,” he said quietly, but firmly. “For interrupting me when I was working.”
You shook your head, defiance sparking in your grin.
The laugh that left him was low, edged with disbelief at your audacity. “You’re such a brat.” His hand slid between your thighs, pressing against the lace there, but holding back, denying you the rhythm you craved. “Until you say it, you don’t get what you want.”
Your breath hitched, frustration and desire twining together, leaving you trembling beneath his piercing gaze. His patience was its own kind of punishment, his love a tether pulling you closer even as he withheld. And still, even in the teasing, even in the denial, every moment of his lips, his hands, his voice was threaded with inevitability.
Your refusal hung in the air between you, sweet and reckless. Kyungsoo’s jaw tightened, and then, swift and sharp, his palm landed against your breast. The sting startled a gasp from your throat, but before you could protest, his mouth was already there, lips wrapping around the mark, tongue flicking and soothing, lapping at your peaked nipple as if to erase the ache he had caused.
“You think you can defy me and get away with it?” he muttered against your skin, each word a vibration that sank deep into your chest.
You only smiled through your ragged breaths, daring him with your silence. That earned you another punishment, though this one came with a different kind of mercy.
Kyungsoo moved down your body, hands sliding over your ribs, your waist, before tugging your lingerie aside. His mouth pressed hot and wet to your pussy, his tongue stroking you slowly, steadily, relentlessly. Pleasure coiled sharp and immediate, your hips jerking against his face as he buried himself in you.
“Kyungsoo—” you gasped, fingers clawing at the couch cushions, your back arching as his tongue circled your clit. He gave no reprieve, licking, sucking, even slipping a finger inside you, curling it in perfect rhythm until your climax trembled just out of reach.
But just as the wave began to crest, his hand pulled back. A sharp slap landed against your swollen folds, the sudden sting stealing your breath. He pulled away, lips wet, gaze blazing with authority.
“Apologize,” he demanded again, voice rough and commanding.
You writhed, desperate, aching. “No,” you breathed, clinging to your defiance even as your body trembled on the edge of release.
His smirk was faint but dangerous. “Then you don’t get to cum.”
You broke then, words spilling raw and unpolished. “Please, please! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, just let me—”
But Kyungsoo shook his head before standing and shedding his clothes with infuriating calm. His cock stood thick and aching in his hand as he stroked himself slowly, gaze never leaving you. “Too late.”
You whimpered as he knelt back down, dragging the blunt head of his cock through your soaked folds, coating himself in your wetness without giving you the friction you craved. Each pass had you keening, nearly in tears, your thighs trembling from the denied release. Only when you were shivering, practically begging, did he finally sink into you, inch by devastating inch, filling you completely until the stretch made your vision blur.
Your nails dug into his shoulders as you sobbed out a broken moan, every nerve in your body alight. Overstimulated, denied, desperate. His thrusts were salvation and punishment in equal measure.
“Now,” Kyungsoo breathed against your ear, his voice touched with restraint. “Maybe you’ll learn not to interrupt me when I’m on the phone.”
His hips snapped forward, slow at first, then harder, each thrust finding the places inside you that made your breath shatter. The stretch was overwhelming, his cock filling you so completely it felt like he had carved out a space meant only for him. Your moans spilled freely now, shameless, every sound proof of how desperate you had become.
He chuckled against your ear, voice dark with amusement. “So needy,” he taunted, punctuating the words with another sharp thrust that made you cry out. “Couldn’t wait until I was finished working, could you? Had to be a bad girl and interrupt my call just to get my attention.”
You shook your head frantically, though your body betrayed you, clinging to him, pulling him deeper with every snap of his hips. “I—I’m sorry,” you gasped, the words tumbling out between cries. “I shouldn’t have—shouldn’t have interrupted you.”
“That’s right.” His hand slid down, thumb pressing hard against your clit, circling in time with the rhythm of his thrusts. The perfect combination unraveled you, his cock massaging your walls while his thumb worked mercilessly at the swollen bundle of nerves. “Say it again.”
“I’m sorry,” you sobbed, your nails dragging down his back. “I won’t do it again, I promise! Kyungsoo, I promise.”
His restraint finally broke at that. His gaze was molten as it locked with yours, his voice dropping into a command that made your whole body quake. “Cum for me.”
The order tore through you like lightning. Release slammed into you, hard and unrelenting, your walls clenching around him as the orgasm wracked your body. You screamed his name, shaking apart in his arms, the force of it so strong it felt endless.
But even as your climax milked his cock, Kyungsoo didn’t stop. He rode you through it, thrusts steady, his thumb still working your clit until the aftershocks blurred into overstimulation. His lips brushed your temple, his breath hot, and you realized—he wasn’t nearly finished with you yet.
Your body convulsed beneath him, every nerve raw and screaming, but he only tightened his grip on your hips, keeping you exactly where he wanted you. His thrusts grew sharper, more merciless, each one pushing you further past the line of what you thought you could handle.
“Don’t tell me you’re done,” he rasped, voice wrecked with desire. “I know you’ve got one more in you. You always do.”
Tears spilled hot down your cheeks as you choked on sobs, shaking your head. “I—I can’t, it’s too much, I can’t—”
“Stop lying.” His palm pressed hard against the back of your thigh as he wrenched your legs higher, folding them up against his chest. The new angle had him spearing impossibly deep, the stretch sharp enough to punch the air from your lungs.
He groaned low in his throat, the sound half-pleasure, half-promise. “You’re going to cum again, and you’re going to do it when I say.”
You clawed at his shoulders, overwhelmed, babbling apologies between cries. “I’m sorry—I’m sorry, Kyungsoo! Please—”
But he didn’t let up. His cock drove into you, thick and relentless, dragging against every oversensitized place inside you until the pressure began to coil again despite your protests. You felt it building, hot and urgent, your body betraying you as it always did under his command.
“I’m—” Your voice cracked while your body shuddered. “I’m gonna cum! I can’t hold it! Please—”
“Not yet.” His words were a growl, and his pace only quickened, sweat slicking his skin against yours. The denial had you sobbing, trembling under the weight of sensation, your whole body begging for release.
Your nails left crescents in his skin, your throat raw with whimpers. “Please, Kyungsoo! Please let me cum!”
And then, when his own rhythm began to falter, his jaw clenched tight with the effort of holding back, he gave you the order that broke you completely. “Now. Cum for me. Milk me until I give you every last drop.”
The permission detonated inside you. Your orgasm tore through you so violently you screamed, body locking around him, clenching so hard it dragged a strangled groan from his chest. The sound of his voice, the heat of his body, the brutal pace of his thrusts, all of it crashed together as he spilled into you, hot and unrelenting, grinding himself deeper to the hilt as he came undone.
You clung to him, shaking and sobbing, your body wrung out, every nerve alive with the force of your shared release. And still, he stayed pressed inside you, refusing to let you go, as though he had molded your body to fit his and wasn’t ready to give it back.
Eventually, the pace of your breathing slowed, the storm giving way to silence. Kyungsoo eased you onto your side without ever pulling out, his body curved protectively around yours. Your cheek pressed against the damp warmth of his chest, and his arm wrapped firm and steady around your waist, anchoring you against the quiet thrum of his heartbeat.
For a while, neither of you spoke. The room was filled only with the sound of your breaths mingling, the aftershocks ebbing into something softer, something that felt like forever.
When his voice finally came, it was almost hesitant, as though confessing something sacred. “I don’t even think about it anymore—loving you…It’s just what I do.”
You smiled against his skin, exhaustion pulling at you, but affection blooming brighter. “Like your coffee in the morning?”
That earned a small laugh from him, quiet but real. He tilted your chin up until your eyes met his. “No. Better. Because this—” his thumb traced your cheek, lingering, “I’ll never stop craving.”
You leaned into his touch, and everything inside you went still. Safe. Certain. Loved.
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⟡ summary: kyungsoo, your classmate had a little crush on you.
⟡ content: college au, fluff, kyungsoo x gn!reader | word count: 0.9k words
⟡ a/note: a cuteness overload for my dear anon who gave me this idea. i personally adore how it turned out !!!
“Doh Kyungsoo?”
The name left your lips easily, but its effect on him was instant. Kyungsoo lifted his gaze, and for a second, he looked utterly disoriented, as if you had pulled him back from another world. His eyes widened, darting quickly to the open pages of his notebook before snapping back to you, a flush of color creeping up his neck. He looked caught, his posture stiffening as if he suddenly felt dangerously exposed.
“Y-yes,” he breathed, the word hitching in his throat. “It’s me… here.”
“I knew it was you,” you said with a bright smile. You didn’t wait for an invitation, instead pulling out the heavy wooden chair to take a seat directly across from him. The library was quiet. “I saw you from the stacks and hoped I wasn’t mistaken.”
Kyungsoo blinked, his hands hovering uncertainly over his notes. “You were looking for me?”
“Actually, the professor told me you were the person to talk to,” you explained, leaning in slightly. “He said you could help me clarify a few things from the lecture. If that’s not too much to ask, of course? I know you’re probably busy.”
“Yeah... sure, sure. Of course. It’s no trouble,” he stammered, his voice gaining a tiny bit of steadiness despite the way his heart hammered against his ribs. He closed his notebook halfway, then opened it again, seemingly unsure of what to do with his hands now that you were actually there. “What is it? What do you need help with?”
“Well, I was struggling with the second chapter,” you said, watching the way he carefully avoided holding your gaze for too long. “But honestly, I’m just glad I found you. I wasn’t sure if you’d remember me.”
“I do,” he whispered, finally meeting your eyes for a fleeting, intense second. “I definitely remember.”
He gripped his pen, looking down at the diagram in his textbook, his thumb tracing the edge of the page with a nervous rhythm.
“So, the fundamental concept is…” he started, but his voice cracked, and he immediately cleared his throat, his face deepening into a shade of red. “Sorry. The concept is based on… well…”
“Kyungsoo,” you murmured softly, letting out a small laugh as you leaned your chin on your hand. “Are you secretly hiding the answers to the midterm in that notebook?”
He let out a sharp, startled breath that turned into a shy, stifled chuckle. “No secrets here. I’m just... I didn’t expect to be explaining this to anyone today.”
“Well, you’re doing a great job so far. I can tell why the professor recommended you.” You reached out to tap the corner of his page to bring him back to the lesson. “Show me that graph again, please? The one you were scrawling over when I walked up.”
Kyungsoo nodded, visibly trying to settle his racing pulse. As he began to explain the technicalities, his natural intelligence started to override his shyness. He spoke with a quiet passion, his hands moving slightly to emphasize a point, though he still paused every time your sleeve brushed against his arm.
“Does that make sense?” he asked tentatively, finally risking a longer look at your face. “Or did I just ramble for ten minutes straight?”
“Total sense,” you reassured him, giving him an encouraging grin. “You’re a natural. Thank you!”
Kyungsoo finally relaxed his shoulders, a genuine, tiny smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “It’s okay… and sorry for being so awkward. It’s been a long afternoon.”
“Awkward?” You leaned back in your chair, studying the way he carefully reorganized his pens. “Actually,” you said, the thought slipping out before you could filter it, “you’re actually really cute when you’re focused like this.”
Kyungsoo jumped, his pen clattering onto the table. He looked at you with wide, startled eyes, his face instantly blooming into a deep, unmistakable red. He looked so shaken by the word ‘cute’.
“Hell no, scratch that,” you corrected with a grin, leaning closer. “You’re handsome. Definitely handsome is the right word.”
A small, breathless laugh escaped him—not the laugh of someone who knew he looked good, but the panicked, airy sound of someone who couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Kyungsoo ducked his head, his fingers trembling slightly as he closed his textbook. He was clearly trying to find a way to keep the moment from ending, his mind racing to find any excuse to keep you with him.
“Are you... are you hungry?” he blurted out, finally looking up. “It’s getting late, and studying works up an appetite. We could go get something to eat… if you want.”
You looked at him with soft, knowing eyes, a teasing smile tugging at your lips. “Doh Kyungsoo, are you asking me out on a date?”
“No! I mean—yes—no, it’s just—” He started waving his hands frantically, his words tripping over each other. “It’s for the lecture! It’s just to... to continue the explanation in a more comfortable environment. Entirely academic. Promise!”
You broke into a loud, genuine laugh at his flustered defense, the sound echoing through the quiet stacks. “SHHHH!” a sharp hiss came from a few rows over, followed by a stern glare from a student buried in books.
The sudden reprimand caught you off guard, and you felt your own cheeks turn hot as you realized how loud you’d been. You looked back at Kyungsoo, who was also half blushing furiously, half laughing from embarrassment, both of you realizing you had completely forgotten you were in a library.
“Okay, okay,” you whispered, ducking your head to hide your red face. “I’ll go. Because I’m definitely hungry and… because you’re cute.”
Kyungsoo’s eyes lit up, a small smile breaking through his nerves. “Then it’s a... a lecture dinner,” he whispered back, his heart racing as he began to pack his bag, finally feeling like his daydreams might actually be coming true.
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[boyfriend!kyungsoo. established relationship, hurt/comfort, fluff]
a/n: reader is gender neutral, kyungsoo's ex is fem.
kyungsoo knows you’re upset. and he hates not knowing what to do to make it go away.
“sweetheart,” he tries, watching you buckle your seat belt.
you don’t respond. don’t even look at him. your gaze is focused on the streetlamp in front of the car, its light flickering against the darkness of the night.
he sighs. “will you just look at me? you don’t need to say anything.”
you turn to him, eyes fixed on his, but they’re devoid of warmth. you look…tired. and he hates seeing you that way. but he persists, swallowing a lump in his throat.
“i love you.”
silence.
“i didn’t mean for any of that to happen. at all.”
“but it did,” you say monotonously.
“and i’m truly sorry that it did. i didn’t expect her of all people to be there. i didn’t know chanyeol hyung would invite her, either.”
“doesn't he know how weird your ex is?”
kyungsoo winces. “a little, yeah. but i haven’t heard from her in months. you know that. and hyung's just..friendly.”
“just like she is, right?”
kyungsoo runs a hand through his hair, a frustrated exhale escaping his lips. “i don’t know what to say,” he says eventually. “it’s not like i called her to the party. i haven’t wanted to be around her in ages anyway. and i’m here with you, not her. i even pushed her away the second she tried making a move on me. i’m sorry you saw that, and i’m sorry it even happened in the first place. but i don’t know what else to say.”
your gaze drops to your hands resting on your lap. “can we just go home?” you ask quietly.
kyungsoo hates hearing how silent your voice is, like you’re trying not to take up space, but then—
“my home. i think i want to spend the night alone. please, soo,” you add, before he has a chance to interject.
his heart feels like it’s been stabbed. of course it’s not your fault for feeling that way, but he can't ignore how it hurts.
“yeah,” he says, turning on the ignition, hand trembling a little. hopefully you haven’t seen that. “i’ll—yeah. i’ll make sure you get home safe, at least.”
the drive home—to your home—is painfully quiet. there’s no sound of songs from the radio, or your shared playlist, or even random things from your day you always fill kyungsoo in on. it’s just silence, the occasional sound of horns from other vehicles, or the sound of gravel crunching underneath the car’s tyres.
kyungsoo doesn’t like it one bit. it’s unnatural. totally against the way your relationship works. he’s used to listening quietly while he hears you talk. he loves your voice. he loves knowing about things that make you happy. and he loves that you don’t mind him not talking as much. but when you’re silent, too, it feels like there’s something really wrong with the world.
it's not long before you reach your apartment. kyungsoo parks the car and pulls the handbrake. for a minute, neither of you says anything. then you unbuckle your seatbelt and grab your bag.
“’night, kyungsoo,” you say, not looking at him, and that’s what finally breaks him.
he reaches out to grab your hand, fingers finding yours.
he’ll take the silence. he’ll take you being upset for whatever happened tonight even though it’s not exactly his fault. but having to hear his full name?
kyungsoo may not be a softie to everyone who knows him, but he’ll be damned if he goes to bed without hearing you call him by his nickname.
“i love you. tell me you know that.”
you sigh. “...i do.”
“only you, sweetheart. there’s been no one else for me since you, and i know there won’t be anyone else again. believe me, please?”
he can almost see the cogs running in your brain, thinking over his words, and then you slump in your seat, posture no longer poised.
“you said it was going to be a fun night out tonight.”
“i know. and i’m so s—”
“i’m not mad at you, soo,” you say, finally looking at him. “just…upset. but don’t apologize to me. it’s not your fault.”
your words feel like ambrosia to a starving man. “sweetheart…”
“i just wanted to hear that from you. that you love me.”
“what can i do to make you believe me? do you want me to shout it to everyone? i can try doing that for you.”
there’s a smile on your face. finally. kyungsoo’s grip on your hand relaxes, but you hold his tighter.
“who are you, and what did you do to my usually reserved boyfriend?”
“just a man in love with you,” kyungsoo says, reaching out to cup your face in his hand.
you close your eyes and lean into his touch. “always know what to say, don’t you?”
“it’s just the truth.”
you nod. “i love you too, soo. sorry i acted like that. i didn't want to ruin your mood.”
“you didn't,” he insists, appalled at the very thought. “i'm always happy when i'm with you.”
there's silence again, but it's comfortable this time. eventually, you move away to open the door and get out.
part of him wants to follow you home, occupy his side of your bed, fall asleep to the sound of your breathing.
the other part of him, the gentlemanly part, resists. you wanted to be alone, after all.
but then you're leaning in through the open window, a confused look on your face.
“you're not coming with me?”
kyungsoo sits up. “i thought you said—”
“yeah, well, that was before my boyfriend declared his love to me like the cheesiest man in the world. hurry up now, i want to see that movie you were talking about yesterday.”
kyungsoo knows he loves you, but it's moments like these that make him realize you're always going to be his future.
genre: friends to lovers!au, kyungsoo x reader, astrology crazy reader (she's a virgo), just absolute pure fluffy fluff, im crazy for these two
6.4k words
It was a Wednesday afternoon when you matched with the Taurus. He’s cute. He looks smart. You tilt your head curiously, already imagining what your first date will be like.
A pen taps against the top of your phone, snapping you out of it.
“Study.” Kyungsoo says, not even looking at you. His eyes stay glued to his textbook, highlighting notes.
“What do you think of him?” You ignore his nagging and shove your phone in his face.
Kyungsoo sucks in his cheek before he sighs and takes your phone. He scrolls through this new guy’s profile.
He likes to hike, you don’t. He’s a finance major; you’re an education major. He likes wine, you think wine is for the rich and snobby.
The more he reads, the deeper his frown gets. He scrolls a bit more, “Oh, he’s a Taurus. You like those.”
“Exactlyyyyyy~” You sing, taking back your phone with a wide smile.
“But you have nothing in common.” Kyungsoo says, concern in his voice.
You ignore him.
“I already asked for his birthday. He has a Leo in Mars and Cancer in Venus. Do you know what that means??” You test him, holding your pencil as a mic to his face.
"That you’ve gone insane?” He blinks at you.
“Noooo,” You draw out the word, lightly tapping his nose with your pencil. He frowns, making you smile at how cute he looks. Any girl would be lucky to have Kyungsoo, you think to yourself. “It means that we’re compatible in bed and in relationships.”
Kyungsoo stares at you in disbelief. He tries to go back to his studies. You don’t let him.
“Kyungsoo~” You whine, wanting his attention back on you. “This could be the one.”
His eyes look up at you then back to his textbook. “Kyungsooooo~” You wave your pencil in his face.
"I’m giving you 10 minutes to get it out of your system and then you’re giving me a good half hour study session.” Kyungsoo says, very annoyed and stressed. There is a test next week and he’s only gotten through the first chapter. You have the same test, yet you did not seem to be a bit concerned.
“Okay deal,” You agree, smiling at him. “He has a Capricorn in Mercury so you know he’ll be a good communicator.”
“I’m a Capricorn.” Kyungsoo says matter-of-factly, giving you his full attention. You nod excitingly.
“That’s what I’m saying. I get along very well with Capricorns.” You say like it’s something Kyungsoo should already know. Your friend nods, like you’re suddenly making sense to him. You don’t. But you’re a breath of fresh air so he pretends for you.
"When are you seeing him?” He asks, entertaining the conversation.
“Tomorrow! So that way, we can debrief on Friday.” You say happily. The debriefs are your favourite parts of dating. “You’re available Friday, right?”
Kyungsoo nods, “Yeah. I can be free.” He takes his phone out to add you to his calendar.
“Such a Capricorn.” You say before you pencil him in your own agenda.
Friday does not come fast enough. You’ve been anxious to tell Kyungsoo all about your date on Thursday. It did not go well. You wait for Kyungsoo to finally get home from his classes, choosing to sit in the hallway instead of the lounge downstairs.
You stand up to ring his doorbell again. “Kyungsoo, can you come a little faster please?” You whine into the camera, hoping he was watching the footage.
“I’m there in 2 minutes.” He says through the camera. You smile, “Thank youuuu!”
You clean up the organized mess you made in the hallway. There were textbooks and various highlighters and pens laid on the floor. Kyungsoo’s neighbour came out and had to hop around your chaos. “Sorry Auntie!! I’m just waiting for Kyungsoo.” You apologize, smiling at the nice lady who lives across from Kyungsoo.
“Next time, just knock. You shouldn’t have to wait on the floor.” The nice lady, whose name you forget, smiles sweetly before leaving.
Kyungsoo arrives just as she leaves. He bows to her and she doesn’t even acknowledge him. “Why does she hate me? But loves you?” Kyungsoo whispers, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
“My aura is just that good.” You say, putting the last of your things in your bag in order of when you might need them and keeping the ones you do need out. Kyungsoo picks up a highlighter you dropped and stuffs it in your flannel’s pocket. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” He smiles, before unlocking the door to his apartment. He lets you in first, following behind. “I’m just going to change really quickly.”
You nod, finding a spot on his dining table to leave your stuff. The fridge calls you, begging for it to be opened. You follow that small voice in your head.
“Yessss!” You exclaim, grabbing your favourite soda can from his fridge. Your eyes shift to the stove, finding a pot filled with dumpling soup. Hungry, you turn on the heat and grab 2 bowls.
“Oh good, you’re heating up the food.”
You turn to Kyungsoo who is currently putting on a white shirt and wearing baggy flannel pyjama pants. Your eyes flick to his stomach. Your breath gets caught in your throat when you see a hint of his skin, and are those abs? You shake your head. That’s Kyungsoo.
He notices the way you pause. “What?” He asks, pulling his shirt all the way down.
“Nothing.” You say, turning back to the soup. “How many dumplings do you want?”
“Mmm, 5.” Kyungsoo is beside you, grabbing the chopsticks and spoons. So close, you can smell his laundry detergent. You ladle the soup and dumplings into the bowls. Kyungsoo grabs them before you could and places them on the table. You turn off the heat before following him in the dining area.
“Okay so, basically,” You start before you even get to your seat. Kyungsoo smiles at your eagerness to share. “He’s an unhealed Cancer Venus.”
“I don’t know what that means.” He takes one sip of the soup.
“It means that he’s a fuckboy.” You say like it’s obvious to everyone but Kyungsoo. A lot of what you say should make sense to Kyungsoo in your head. You shove a dumpling in your mouth. “He said every cliché in the book, Kyungsoo. He was all like you’re not like those other girls. And, and, oh, i’ve seen you around campus but I was too shy which is bullshit because why would he be in my building. Oh my god, and then he kept going on and on about whatever the fuck - what’s a bond?”
“Stop talking with your mouth full.” He says, handing you a napkin. His expression shows disgust and concern that you’ll choke on your food with how passionately you’re speaking. “He’s exactly who I told you he would be.
You roll your eyes before taking the napkin and wiping your mouth quickly. “I just can’t believe how boring he was. He was supposed to be grounded and exciting.” You sigh; the stars have failed you once again.
“Grounded and exciting are antonyms.” He raises an eyebrow at you. “I told you you guys didn’t have anything in common. He’s in finance.”
"And I’m in education; you don’t see me educating on a first date.” You complain before shoving another dumpling into your mouth, this time, making sure to chew properly. You swallow and wipe your mouth with Kyungsoo’s napkin. You catch a small smile appear on his face, making you smile too.
“Fair.” Kyungsoo blows on his spoon and takes a clean sip, quietly. It’s a bit psychotic that he doesn’t slurp his soup. It makes you wonder if Kyungsoo has ever choked on his food. “Eat, it’s gonna get cold.” Kyungsoo says, noticing your stare.
You nod, eating as fast as you could so you could rant some more. Kyungsoo’s mouth is hanging open at how quickly you golfed down the scalding soup. “You’re insane.” He says, dumbfounded.
“Anyways, I’m done with Tauruses. I’m moving on to better things.” You struggle to open the can of soda, your nails too long to do so.
“Like?” Kyungsoo asks, curiously because you have proven yourself to be a wild card. He opens the can for you.
“Like a Scorpio!” You declare with all your might, grabbing the soda and slamming it down on the table. Kyungsoo’s eyes widen when the soda fizzes out of the can and instinctively grabs the napkins to clean the liquid mess on the table.
“A Scorpio? What’s that?” He asks as he cleans up the fizzy drink.
“Yes, I hear they’re emotionally intense and would be perfect romantically.” You explain the reasoning behind your outburst, now finding a napkin to set your can on. He gets up to throw the wet napkins away, taking your empty bowl too.
“You’re already emotionally intense.” He says before disappearing into the kitchen. He comes back with a dessert in hand. A chocolate slice of cake shines in his hand. You gasp dramatically.
“You take such good care of me.” You almost cry, grabbing the fork from Kyungsoo. He laughs at you before setting the cake in front of you.
“See, emotionally intense.” Kyungsoo says again. You roll your eyes, digging into Kyungsoo’s cake instead.
Life is written in the stars for you. It has to be. If it wasn’t, you would not be trying to pick up your books after bumping into a stranger. If it wasn’t, you would not be locking eyes with this ridiculously handsome stranger who is helping you pick up said books. If it wasn’t, you would not be flirting with this stranger with the most insanely attractive smile.
“Hi,” He smiles, handing you back your books. “I’m sorry, I should watch where I’m going. I’m Hyungjun.” He extends a hand out to you. You reach out, trying to balance yourself with the books in your arms. You both giggle at the awkward introductions.
“Wow,” He pauses, tilting his head a bit. “You’re really pretty.”
You blush, “Oh, thank you.” He looks at you like you are the most amusing person in this hallway.
“Could I get your number?”
Your heart melts. You’ve really manifested this man into your life. You grab his phone and enter your number in his contacts.
“Perfect, I’ll call you to set a date.” He smiles and waves before leaving you alone with emotions you cannot handle. You really wish Kyungsoo was almost done with his study group.
You sigh, turning around to meet the very familiar chest of your friend. The excited gasp escapes your lips as you look up to find Kyungsoo. “What was that?” He asks, looking behind you.
“I think I just met the man of my dreams.” The smitten look you get when you meet someone is back on your face. Kyungsoo has a deep feeling in his chest. It’s heavy like bricks are stacked on it. It’s a bit hard to breathe. He dismisses it. He must be nervous for the group project, the meeting he had was not very productive.
“Man of your dreams? Really?” He says, adjusting your backpack strap on your shoulder. It slipped when you turned around.
“Yes! We bumped into each other like it was a movie and then, he helped pick up my books. His name is Hyungjun. I gave him my number. Oh shoot, I forgot to ask for his birthday.” You ramble on and Kyungsoo laughs at how cute you look. Wait, cute? He shakes his head.
“What I’m hearing is that he lacks spatial awareness.” He says as you both start walking side by side, heading to your favourite coffee shop.
“No, that was destiny intervening. It heard that I wanted a Scorpio romance and it gave it to me. Wouldn’t it be insane if he turned out to be a Scorpio?” You’re smiling at him, eyes scrunching in excitement.
“Bonkers.” He says sarcastically. He grabs your books and puts them under his arms. He doesn’t understand why you bring a backpack if you’re just going to hold these books. You always tell him that Virgos are organized, but Kyungsoo finds that you have the weirdest ways to organize yourself. You told him that you like to have the books you need to use right away outside of your bag, so you didn’t have to look for them. Kyungsoo has repeatedly told you that you should just bring the ones you need for that day. You refused, telling him “you never know what you’re going to need that day”. And Kyungsoo always ends up carrying your books because you shouldn’t have to carry your entire semester alone.
“Very bonkers!” You say, accepting his mockery. Kyungsoo laughs at you, grabbing the door to the coffee shop for you. You happily walk in and greet the baristas. “Thank you.” You smile up at Kyungsoo when he hands you your books back. You don’t hear Kyungsoo’s heart race.
You do hear him exhale loudly.
“What’s wrong?” You ask, concerned.
“I think this group project is stressing me out a bit. The team I got is a bit disorganized.” He says, releasing another sigh before leaning back in his chair, shuffling his hand in his hair in frustration.
“Can’t be worse than that Aquarius girl. Remember?” You grin, reminiscing about the first and only project you shared with Kyungsoo. It was a general course you both needed to do for credit. That was the first time you ever met someone so competent and so organized. Lights sparked when Kyungsoo appeared in your life. It’s a shame he was a business major. You would’ve shared every course with him if you could.
“Of course. How could I forget our origin story?” He smiles widely, the deep feeling in his chest finally leaves his body. “She was so...”
“Flighty?” You finish his thought. “She didn’t even finish her part on time. She just left.” You laugh, still in disbelief of the situation. “I wanted to cry.”
“You did cry.” He laughs, his smile reaching his eyes. The memory of you bawling your eyes out in the study room at midnight will always make him chuckle. You looked so helpless. It was so cute. He couldn’t help but laugh.
“Whatever! I’m just saying it can’t be worse than that. You handled everything so smoothly.” You confess your appreciation to him. Kyungsoo’s gaze softens. You feel like crying, thinking about the immense love you have for Kyungsoo and your friendship. Maybe you are emotionally intense. “Honestly, I don’t know how I got through life before you.”
“You got by just fine.” He assures you, reaching over to tap your hand lightly.
“No, seriously, I was spiraling and you took over so easily. You’ll get through this group project. I have faith in you.” You pause. “Thank you for being my friend, Kyungsoo.”
The words ring in your mind as you curl up in your bed, crying your heart out. Turns out, Hyungjun is a Scorpio. He did live up to be as emotional and romantic as you fantasized. Unfortunately for you, it ended as strongly as it started.
You don’t have the courage to call anyone for help, choosing to isolate yourself to heal the pain away. Your heart wants Kyungsoo to sense something is wrong and take care of you. But Kyungsoo is dealing with a lot of stress with his final group project; you can’t bear the thought of bothering him.
Hyungjun and you had been dating for almost a month. It was a real life whirlwind romance. He brought you to the most romantic spots. You experienced so many movie clichés within the time you were dating. It felt almost too good to be true.
And it was.
Hyungjun had made the mistake of leaving his phone on the table. You should have minded your business; you weren’t even official yet. His phone pinged and your curiosity got the best of you. You had peeked and found a notification from a dating app. Your stomach dropped at the sight. You fought the entire night until you decided that it was too exhausting and stormed off alone.
Your phone is filled with messages from him. Numerous apologies that are all starting to blob into one big blur. You throw it far from you on your bed, frustrated and angry at him.
Kyungsoo glances at his phone. 10:52 pm. He thinks it’s a bit late for you to not be home yet, especially for a Thursday night. You should be texting him to confirm tomorrow. He frowns; he doesn’t feel good.
Before Kyungsoo could even think, he was already walking out of his door and into the cold air.
His mind is racing to a million things. No matter how the date went, you were always quick to update him. He’ll just check on you quickly.
No one could have warned him of the heaviness he would be feeling in his chest when you opened the door, eyes red, nose sniffling and blanket wrapped around your shoulders. Kyungsoo is quick to come inside and hug you as tightly as he could. You find yourself melting in his embrace, crying even harder because thank God Kyungsoo always knows.
“Why didn’t you call me?” He asks, rubbing your back comfortingly. You struggle to say the words, hiccupping every second word that he just shushes you and brings you back to your bed. You curl back up and rest your head on his lap; his legs extended to get comfortable on your bed. He has his hands in your hair, stroking it lightly. And he looks at you. Maybe for the first time. Because for the first time, he thinks to himself: how could someone hurt such a beautiful person like you?
His heart is hurting at the sight of you like this. His lively, cheery, and always optimistic friend. You didn’t deserve this. It made him so, so, so upset. He spent the rest of the night stroking your hair until you both fell asleep.
The light shines through your cheap curtains and serves as an alarm clock. Your nose finds a fresh aroma, almost like laundry detergent. You inhale the clean sun-dried smell one more time before your eyes shoot open.
Sometime in the night, somehow, in some way, you had moved to lay your head on his chest. His hand is still tangled in your hair while yours rested on his stomach. You feel your heart race at the domestic scene.
Panicked, you shake Kyungsoo out of his sleep.
His brows furrow, but his hands have moved from your hair to stretch above his head. Your eyes instinctively peek at the skin revealed from his stretches. You inhale sharply, “Thank you for staying with me.” You’re sat up now, far far away from his chest.
A smile reaches his face, “Always.” He sits up with you and looks at you softly like you’ll break easily. “Next time, you call me right away. I don’t care what you think I’m doing. You call me.” He reaches for you absentmindedly and softly brushes a thumb on your cheek. You were leaning into his touch a bit too comfortably, not realizing what line you two had just crossed, until Kyungsoo’s thumb halts.
Kyungsoo is the one to notice it first. How different everything was changing. How he wasn’t just being protective anymore. How he might be – He can’t say it.
His hand drops slowly to his side. You feel a bit disappointed at the loss of his warmth.
He clears his throat and moves out of your bed. “You should drink some water.” You watch as he navigates around your place like he lives here, easily finding the glass and the water in the fridge. Something feels weird inside your chest. It’s beating a little too fast at the sight of Kyungsoo preparing a glass of water for you.
“Thank you.” You say, finding it hard to look at him. Your eyes avert to your phone instead, wincing at the multiple messages from Hyungjun. “You’re going to be late for your 9am.”
“It’s fine. I’ll ask for notes. What do you want to do today?” The bed dips as he sits down next to you. You’re playing with the glass in your hold, deep in thought. Kyungsoo notices. He always does. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I just...” You finally look at him. His eyes are already on you. You take a sip of the water to avoid them again. You don’t see Kyungsoo that way, but your body seems to think differently. “Maybe... Can you stay and watch movies with me?”
“Of course.” He smiles, grabbing the remote from your nightstand and instantly putting on one of your favourite romantic comedies.
You stare at him. And really see him this time.
The pounding in your chest grows louder and louder. Afraid Kyungsoo will hear, you grab a pillow and hold it close to you, hoping it muffles it. Kyungsoo mistakes it as you being cold and pulls the blanket over you. It worsens the loud pounding.
You spend a little too much time looking at Kyungsoo instead of the movie that day, in pure disbelief of what you were currently feeling.
The semester was finally over. Kyungsoo survived his group project. You survived your love life. And all you want to do is celebrate with your best friend.
“Some friends are inviting me to their place. Do you wanna go?” Kyungsoo asks, looking down at the text on his phone. At this point, you are down for anything to kickstart the summer.
Kyungsoo and you hadn’t spent actual quality time alone together since that day. Since you started feeling things you should not be feeling for a friend. It was all frustrating to you. You weren’t able to be in a room alone with him. Not when you were in constant agony, wanting to touch him like you did when you were resting on his chest. You were yearning for Kyungsoo and it was becoming physically painful.
You had always managed to find another person to add as a buffer. It was easier to distract yourself from staring at him too long when you had other people there to stop you.
“Yeah, I’m down.” You say, not really looking up at him in his passenger seat, pretending to scroll on your phone. Being in the car with him was probably the first time you’ve truly been alone. You can see him nod in the corner of your eye before shifting the car into drive and off to his friend's house.
The radio plays quietly.
“Remember Jongin? He’s going to be there.” Kyungsoo says, very casually.
You look up at him, confused.
“He’s, uh…” He thinks for a second, finding the word. “A Capricorn. I think you two would get along.”
You furrow your brows even further. Kyungsoo is avoiding your stare, focusing on the road. But you can tell that he’s nervous. Like he knows this isn’t what he wants to say.
"I don’t want to date anyone right now.” You say bluntly. You’re not sure why Kyungsoo would suddenly want you to date again after the disaster that happened to you last month.
"Ah, sorry...” He apologizes, letting the radio take over the silence once again.
The car goes to a halt at the red light.
“Are you mad at me?” He asks, turning his head slightly to check on you.
That question is enough to make your heart sink in guilt. You finally look up from your phone and find his eyes. They’re already set on you.
"No,” You say simply. “Are you mad at me?” It comes out softly, afraid of the answer.
“Of course not.” He replies quickly. “But things feel different. Like you can’t even look at me properly.”
The light turns green and he continues. “I’m sorry if I did something wrong.”
“You didn’t do anything wrong.” You quickly defend him, looking at him for the longest time since that day to prove a point to yourself. His brows furrow at your response. He knows something is wrong. He just can’t quite place it yet.
“Then why does it feel like you’ve been avoiding me? You haven’t been waiting for me after class anymore and it’s like you don’t want to be alone with me. You’re always inviting people to our study dates.” His observation is impeccable, as usual. You can’t hide anything from Kyungsoo. He knows everything about you. He notices the small things. He notices you. And that makes you fall even harder for him.
“I’ve been busy studying for finals. And you had that big group project too.” You attempt to defend yourself to him. But he doesn’t buy it. He finally pulls over to the side and shifts the car into park.
“You’ve never been too busy before.” His body turns to you. His face shows concern. Normally, he would reach out to you, but you look so much like a wounded puppy that he’s so afraid you’ll flinch and run away. “What’s going on with you?”
You shake your head. “I can’t tell you. You’ll get mad at me.”
Kyungsoo’s head tilts, trying to find your eyes and beg them to look at him. “I can never be mad at you. I just miss my best friend.”
“Just tell me.” He says with a straight face and voice strict now.
“Can’t we just go to this thing and pretend I’m not being weird?” You make him snort. He misses your humour. It felt like you were restraining yourself these past few weeks.
“Fine.” He says, unable to say no to you when he got to see you be you, even for just a second. A smile finally reaches your face when you see him laugh. His heart settles. “We’ll pin it.”
“Deal.” You smile, extending a hand for him to shake. He raises an eyebrow before he grins and shakes it affirmatively.
There are people scattered everywhere in Kyungsoo’s friend’s house. You thought it would be a small get together to celebrate the end of the semester. Kyungsoo and you were so wrong.
The music was blasting through some very powerful speakers. You can feel the bass on your skin. It felt like you were at a club. You’ve never been to a club before. You don’t even know if you can dance. You observe the crowd in awe. Everyone seems to know what to do and where to go. You watch carefully as Kyungsoo greets his friends, making sure to stay close to him. He seems so outgoing and cheery. He’s very different with you, a lot quieter with you. He acts like you do with him. You suck in a cheek, jealous that his friends get to have this Kyungsoo.
“Is this your girlfriend?” A friend asks, breaking you from your overthinking bubble. Your eyes dart to Kyungsoo who is smiling but shakes his head in response. Your heart breaks a bit when he introduces you as his friend.
“This is Jongin.” Kyungsoo introduces his friend: the Capricorn he’s been talking about. Before you could say anything, Kyungsoo disappears from your side, muttering something about getting drinks which you knew was a lie. There is no reason for Kyungsoo to be pushing you this hard to date again. And yet, he was.
“So,” Jongin grins at you, looking you up and down. “Have any plans for the summer?”
You blink, your eyes unintentionally drifting to Kyungsoo near the drinks table. “Not really.” You say, your mind focused elsewhere. A girl has now found her way to Kyungsoo’s side, helping him pour drinks into his cup. You frown.
“Earth to you.” Jongin snaps you out of it again, waving a hand in your face.
“Sorry.” You apologize quickly, darting your eyes back to Kyungsoo’s friend. He is cute. Kyungsoo really knows your type. “I don’t really have any plans for the summer. Just gonna play it by ear.”
Jongin nods, still grinning at you when you get distracted again. “You’re looking at him a lot for someone who isn’t his girlfriend.” Jongin finally catches your attention. You can feel the heat rush to your cheeks in embarrassment.
“He’s my best friend.” You say simply, but Jongin looks unconvinced. He hums as he takes a sip from his cup. Your eyes flicker to Kyungsoo who is bending down to hear that girl speak to him. Apparently pouring drinks requires conversation.
“You’re frowning.” Jongin is smiling at you teasingly. “Quick, he’s on his way.” He laughs; you don’t. You do remove the frown and watch Kyungsoo come back to your side.
“Do you have any plans for the summer, Jongin?” You ask, pretending like you’ve been engaged in this conversation this whole time. Jongin finds this amusing, unable to hide the grin on his face. Kyungsoo hands you a cup as he darts his eyes between the two of you.
“Not really.” Jongin mocks your previous answer. If you weren’t so in love with Kyungsoo, this would have won you over. You miss the old you who was blind to her own feelings. She would have loved to flirt with Jongin.
“I think I’m going to get some air.” Kyungsoo suddenly says. Your attention turns to him immediately then back to Jongin who nudges you to follow him with a simple nod. Your legs move faster than your mind, already trailing behind Kyungsoo.
He slows down and, like a choreographed dance, you end up by his side.
You slide the backdoor close before following Kyungsoo to the porch swing. He follows your form, his expression unreadable. You sit beside him.
“You didn’t have to follow me.” He says, breaking the silence. It’s quiet outside. If you didn’t know anything, you would never suspect a party was going on in the house.
“I wanted air too.” You shrug, lying to him and yourself. You remove your shoes and bring your legs on the swing to sit criss-crossed. He watches you settle comfortably at his side, a small smile creeping up on his face.
“You didn’t like Jongin? He seemed to be interested.” He asks, focused on you, waiting to see your reaction.
You shake your head. “Not really.” You laugh to yourself. Kyungsoo doesn’t quite get it, but he chuckles with you.
It slowly gets quiet again. You breathe in and exhale.
“You can’t leave me alone like that.”
Kyungsoo laughs a bit before realizing that you’re serious. “But you like meeting new people.” He’s looking at you with a very confused look on his face. You can’t blame him. You’re confused too.
“I just... I don’t like it when you leave me.” You feel like throwing up. It’s becoming harder and harder to express how you feel without spilling everything.
“I told you I went to get drinks for us.” He says, unable to tell if you’re mad or just upset. His brows are stuck together in confusion. You’ve never been upset to be left alone before.
“Yeah, but then you were talking to everyone with a much different energy than you do with me. And that girl-” You pause, fidgeting nervously. You realize you’re just spewing out nonsense at this point. None of this is making any sense to you. None of it has ever bothered you before. “You just acted different tonight. I’m not used to it. It made me feel out of place.” You force a laugh. “I’m sorry. We’re pretending I’m not being weird.”
Kyungsoo doesn’t respond immediately, giving himself time to think.
“I feel like you’re hiding something from me.” Kyungsoo clocks you immediately. Your mouth tightens to a flat line, unable to respond. He’s studying your expression. Then takes a deep breath in.
“I don’t think you’re upset about being left alone at this party.” He pauses, watching you rub your hands on your pants nervously. His fingers reach out to yours. You feel his touch, soft and fragile against your skin. It’s comforting. You bring your attention to him and he smiles. Your breath hitches at the soft way he’s looking at you.
“I think that little Virgo brain of yours,” He continues, interlacing his fingers with yours. “is overthinking a million tiny things and trying to organize them into little folders in that weird filing system of yours. I don’t think any of those things actually bother you.”
You snort, laughing at him trying to make an astrology comment.
“I’m sorry for not noticing it sooner.” He says seriously, squeezing your hand reassuringly. You can feel your palms sweating profusely. You blink at him, still confused as to where he is going with this but holding him like this is feeding into that craving for him you’ve been trying so hard to push down. You wish you could stay like this with him forever.
You exhale. The air is still. The sounds of the party aren't audible. The leaves on the trees are moving ever so slowly. It’s peaceful.
Kyungsoo reaches for your cheek, lightly nudging you to look in his direction. There’s a twinkle in his eye when your own pair fall on his.
"Kyungsoo?” You can barely make a sound, your voice stuck in your throat.
“I love you.” His voice is quiet and low, meant only for you to hear. You feel yourself melt into his touch with the sound of those three words. Your eyes flick to his lips then back to his own pair of brown eyes. You lean in closer, slowly pressing your lips to his. His hand moves from your cheek to the back of your neck. The kiss starts off gentle, afraid to scare one another away. He pulls you in, applying more pressure to your mouth. And it hits you. You’re kissing Kyungsoo.
The corners of your lips lift slightly to form a small smile. Kyungsoo chases after your lips, wanting more. “You’re laughing.”
“I can’t believe I’m kissing you.” You cover your mouth to hide your growing grin. Kyungsoo laughs with you, pulling your hand back down so he could kiss you some more. You let him. This time the kiss is playful. You can’t stop chuckling between kisses, in complete disbelief of tonight’s turn of events.
“I can’t believe you got jealous of that girl helping me pour drinks for you.” He says, laughing at you. You playfully pout at him.
“She did not have to be talking to you with googly eyes.” You warn him. “Only I can googly eye you.” Kyungsoo raises an eyebrow at you.
“You’re so weird.” He teases before he leans back into the swing and pulling you with him. His arm is around you and he pulls you in so your head is right under him, the perfect angle for him to kiss the top of your head. “My weird little Virgo.”
Kyungsoo watches over his phone as you scan the room suspiciously, vacuum still in hand. He’s looking at you amusingly, trying to figure out what your brain is up to this time. The frown on your face is so prominent. He’s afraid you’ll stay like that forever if he doesn’t fix your problem.
“What’s wrong?” He asks, breaking the trance you were in. Instead of answering his question, the most mischievous smile appears on your face. He can’t stop smiling as you find a comfortable spot on his lap. You’re holding him affectionately while he settles a hand on your lower back. “Can I help you?” He laughs as you grin down at him.
"Where is it?” You finally ask, lashes fluttering cartoonishly. He bursts out laughing. He knows what you’re looking for but he can’t believe you’d have the audacity to ask.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He smiles sheepishly, pretending to be oblivious. You narrow your eyes on him, highly suspicious.
“You’ve been calling my sister an awful lot lately.” Your eyes lower, darkening as you try to get to the bottom of the mystery.
“She’s nice.” He rubs your back fondly, his cheeks starting to hurt from how much he’s been smiling. You massage his shoulders lovingly. He loves it. He loves you.
“Suddenly, my Pisces sister is nice? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you two hang out without me.” You’re both looking at each other, amused by the other. It’s been 4 years of complete bliss. All you want to do is find that stupid ring and see if Kyungsoo bought the correct shape and band for you. It was driving you insane.
“Yeah, we like to talk about you.” Kyungsoo moves your hair aside and lightly kisses your neck. You hum, getting distracted by the pecks.
“Mmm, did you ask anything about a pear? Or princess?” It’s not enough for you to forget your mission.
“Yes! We talk about your favourite movie Princess Diaries all the time, love.”
You shove him playfully, getting off his lap and grabbing your vacuum from the floor. "You’re so annoying!”
"What’s the point of a surprise proposal if there is no surprise?” Kyungsoo gets up to snake his arms around your waist. He kisses you on the cheek. “I promise you’ll see it soon.”
Kyungsoo is very glad that your spontaneous need to reorganize the whole apartment hasn't decided to tackle the miscellaneous box of “important random things” sitting at the bottom of your closet.
chananyeol bong: i was yearning for a fluffy kyungsoo story and this just came out 😭💓✨ ugh i want to write more of them. theyre so cute!!!
⋆˙⟡♡ summary: nine love letters mysteriously appear at your door. nine confessions, nine requests for a valentine's date. who will you decide to spend your time with? choose your own adventure!
⋆˙⟡♡ wc (intro/m-list): 489 words
⋆˙⟡♡ content: exo x f! reader | this entire work is sfw | other content warnings will be posted with each individual part
⋆˙⟡♡ a/n: happy valentine's season my dears! i wanted to do something special for our boys. this is just a fun, fluffy, sfw thing so it will be a significant departure from my usual works (smut just didn't fit in with the vision of this project, but dw! there may be some festive filth in the works). this part functions as both a part 1/introduction and a masterlist, soooo keep reading!
"You're popular today."
You look up from your laptop and peer at the stack of letters in your roommate's hands. She waves the multicolored pieces of paper in front of your face with a sly grin. "Feels like I'm in kindergarten all over again and the popular kid got all the Valentine's."
"What are you talking about?" you sigh, holding your hand out impatiently. "Nothing exciting about getting a bunch of bills."
"Bills?!" She flops down next to you on the couch and spreads out the pink and red envelopes. "Do these look like bills to you?"
You take the envelopes and flip through them quickly. Sure enough, your name is plastered on the front of each one, each with different handwriting and writing styles. There's no return address, or even any indication of the sender's identity.
"Kinda creepy," you mutter.
"I think it's cute! Who's doing this anymore, huh? I'd much rather get one of these then get another 'you up' message from Hinge." She shudders. "Well, aren't you going to open them?"
You sit there and go through each letter one by one, your face burning embarrassingly hot with each word read out loud between the two of you. They're… love notes. Confessions of feelings ranging from silly and light-hearted to deeply sincere. With each note, you realize the identity of each letter writer: nine distinct men that you’ve had contact with recently. Some of whom you’ve known for years, but some that you barely knew their names.
Each letter ends similarly: a request to take you on a proper first date.
“It seems like I had better find some plans for Valentine’s Day,” your roommate whistles.
“I don’t even know what to do,” you moan, putting your head in your hands. “Nine dates to choose from?”
“Oh no, my steak is too juicy, my lobster is too buttered.” She pries your head out of your grasp and squeezes your hands reassuringly. “Hey, you know all these guys, right? It’s not like they’re creeps. You really can’t make a wrong choice here. And hey, who said you can’t go on all these dates?”
You roll your eyes, but she nods vigorously. “Seriously! If you really can’t choose… then don’t!”
You look at the scattered letters around you and think carefully. Of course, one date (or nine) couldn’t hurt. The question was: who should you reply to first?
⋆˙⟡♡ the artist you accidentally bumped into on the street last week?
⋆˙⟡♡ the man you’ve started talking to on the commute home from work?
⋆˙⟡♡ the pianist who’s always playing in your apartment lobby?
⋆˙⟡♡ your next-door neighbor who’s always trying to borrow some sugar?
⋆˙⟡♡ the barista at your favorite cafe?
⋆˙⟡♡ the guy you met at the record store?
⋆˙⟡♡ your old college friend you recently reconnected with?
⋆˙⟡♡ the dancer that’s always in the gym at the same time as you?
Kyungsoo returns from his tour early and, wanting to surprise you, heads home to wait for your work shift to end.
Your day, however, is long and fraught, made worse by how much you miss Kyungsoo… and his total lack of correspondence all day.
“Warnings”;;
Mutual Pining, Hurt/Comfort? (lowkey), a little sappy (as all my romance pieces tend to be).
Two people who are so focused on their partner they forget to take care of themselves.
Summary sucks but it’s hard to write about slice of life pieces… like what happened, you asked? They had feelings and thoughts and then they expressed those feelings and thoughts with one another through subtle action.
Told in both 2nd Person (from Reader’s POV) and 3rd Person (from Kyungsoo’s POV) but not at the same time.
Request;;
“Hi author-nim! Recently came back to tumblr and discovered your Kyungsoo fics; thank you for writing content of our king <33 Are you taking requests right now? If so, may I request a suggestive/mild smut of being reunited with Kyungsoo after he finishes his tour or something where there's mutual pining/missing each other?” – @deetaedoh
I didn’t quite hit the smut aspect – it’s a little suggestive though? Hopefully it’s still good!
Notes;;
Written: May 19th, July 2nd, July 3rd.
Time: 3hrs
and uhh yeah I totally didn't post this on the wrong account initially lmfao
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It's a little after midday when Kyungsoo enters your shared flat. He's earlier than planned and you're at work. If he has to wait to see you he might as well recuperate, the tour having taken its toll. He places his bags in the bedroom and sits on the edge of the mattress. A minute passes. The luggage waits almost tauntingly. He checks the time – a few hours until you're home. With a small sigh he gets to work unpacking.
—
Not even an hour later and he’s fidgeting, his body tells him to rest but his mind races loops around the image of you. The luggage is taken care of but there's laundry in the hamper and dinner to prep. You've been doing everything the last few months–taking care of the place and yourself–alone. Tidying up would make for a nice surprise. Besides, it won't take long.
He can rest after.
—
Kyungsoo collapses into the lounger by the balcony window, a heavy sigh on his lips and a book in hand, and stares out the window. The city is a grey metropolis of skyscrapers and parking complexes. The sun lowers, edging toward sunset but not yet dark enough to justify living room lights or trigger streetlamps.
The apartment grows colder as the day passes.
The city moves on, but you're not home.
—
Another day gone by, another shift worked. Most of the time you enjoy work (as much as anyone can enjoy it, at least) but today slogged by. It wasn't any specific task or project, and it wasn't the trainings or impromptu meetings; you just hadn't heard from Kyungsoo. Radio silence. Not a peep all day, and you worried. You checked the news a little too frequently, fearing the worst, but found nothing significant. The tour, in its last leg, was going well. No mishaps, no disasters. You could investigate further, but respected the boundary between persona and personal. Idol D.O. was theirs; Kyungsoo was yours. Besides, fandom could get messy. Peace of mind is best achieved through separation of social media and reality.
... though your peace of mind wasn't particularly great right now.
Assuaging your worries over his well-being did nothing to address the real root of your discomfort: you missed him. A single day apart is torturous, let alone an entire tour. The calls and daily texts eased the ache, but paled in comparison to his physical presence. Warm, strong, caring – you yearn for his return.
But another gloomy thought crosses your mind: if he hasn't text, he's too tired to reach out. Exhausted and so far away from home. You resolve to contact his manager first thing tomorrow morning to arrange a care package. It's during this last stretch of tour that he'll need a boost the most. Some flowers and treats to say, ‘I miss you and I understand’.
Solution prepared, you drive home a mix of anticipation and relief.
—
It's dark by the time you park and enter the elevator. Your mind is racing, wide awake and making plans for tomorrow, while your body is already falling asleep. You rest your head back against the cold metal of the elevator, watching the numbers increase as you ascend floor after floor. A warm bath might help you sleep, or some herbal tea. Perhaps reading by the window? Nestled up in Kyungsoo's favourite chair...
The elevator dings and you depart, walking the short distance to your front door. There's a light on inside, its cool light spilling into the hallway as you enter. You frown. Were you really that out of it when you left this morning? Slowly pulling off your shawl and tossing your belongings on the entryway table, you make your way to the living room and instantly brighten.
Dozing on his recliner is Kyungsoo. He's the epitome of serenity; not a modicum of tension on his face. Soft hair bounces as he readjusts his position. You know he'd be more comfortable in bed, but the thought of waking him seems egregious. Instead you find a blanket and cover him. With a ghost of a kiss on his cheek, you take the chair opposite him, promising you won't fall asleep.
Just a few minutes to decompress…
—
When Kyungsoo wakes, the first thing he notices is you. Beautiful in your sleep, angelic even. His body moves before he processes the blanket draped over him – a testament of your affection. He scoops you up into his arms, too tired to realize the action isn't as soft as he envisioned. You startle awake, eyes wondrously alert before your gaze locks onto him and you instantly relax, melting into his embrace.
"You're awake," you say, your tone warm and fuzzy.
"Let's get you to bed," he says, voice low and quiet, as if he hasn’t already woken you.
"No." You squirm in his arms and he helps you stand straight, hands remaining perched around your waist. "I was going to take a bath..." You trail off as you look around. "What time is it?"
"It's pretty late. I'll run the bath."
"No, no, no. I think I'd fall asleep the moment I got in. I'll just shower – you go rest, okay?"
You kiss him on the lips, chaste and sweet, before stumbling toward the bathroom.
Kyungsoo has no intention of leaving your side, especially when you're five seconds from collapsing. Like a stalwart guardian he follows in your shadow, always ready to catch you should you fall.
—
Water drips from your hair and chin into the sudsy bubbles of the bath. Despite the late hour, Kyungsoo insisted you take one, saying you earned one after your long day. You'd barely mentioned how your day went before he pulled out the salts and soaps. Selfishly, you didn't tell him what truly made your day unbearable: how you needed more than anything to see him. Selfishly, you wanted every moment with him to last forever.
It isn't until he pulls you close, his chin resting on your shoulder, that you realize some of the droplets running down your cheeks are tears.
"What's wrong?" he asks, the words a deep rumble you feel through his chest.
You don't reply; there's no words to convey what you're feeling. Instead you sidle just far enough away to give yourself the room to turn and take him in. Gentle eyes watch you in turn, and it’s in those eyes you capture the emotions you've bottled up over the months: yearning, scattered across a thousand small moments, shining like stars.
Sitting up, you lean toward him. He meets you halfway, his lips plush against your own. Your eyes flutter close and you let your body speak for you, chest pressed to his as you chase his heartbeat, slow and steady, relaxed in the way only lovers with eternity ahead of them can be. Your heart syncs with his, calm now that it's reunited with its other half.
He's warm, so much warmer than the steaming water, as you wrap yourself up within his arms. He’s quick to reciprocate, holding tight like you're no more than a dream he might lose in the morning. You deepen the kiss, hungry for him, desperate in your need to have him. It's been so long since he was here with you and you've missed him – every aspect of him, of the intimacy not just emotional, but physical as well, you’ve missed him.
When you break the kiss with a single thought ready to pour forth he says it first, tender yet unshakeable, as if his words are a universal certainty.
"I love you,"
and you know no matter time nor distance that you’ll always find your way back to one another.
✮ summary : kyungsoo sees you skipping meals during your work week. on his day off, he makes sure that’s not happening tonight.
✮ warning / tags: none! just pure domestic fluff, soft!kyungsoo, established relationship, food mentions, slight exhaustion on reader’s part, kyungsoo being the most boyfriend ever
a/n : i’m giggling, kicking my feet 🫠
The apartment is quiet in the way that only exists on his days off.
No schedule. No vocal warm-ups at six in the morning. No manager knocking. Just Kyungsoo, cross-legged on the couch with a book open in his lap, a mug of barley tea steaming on the coffee table, and the kind of stillness he’d been craving for weeks.
He should be enjoying this.
He is enjoying this.
Mostly.
His phone buzzes at half past eleven.
—
from: you
hey, soo. i have a bad news
i’m sorryy..
they’re keeping us late again :(
probably won’t be home until 9 or 10 tonight
i already feel terrible don’t be nice to me about it
—
Kyungsoo stares at the messages for a moment. Then he types back.
to: you
okay 👌🏼
—
from: you
that’s it? just “okay”?!
doh kyungsoo said OKAY
i’m filing for divorce
—
He snorts quietly, the corner of his mouth pulling up. He sets the phone face-down on the cushion and looks toward the kitchen.
Okay, he thinks. Nine o’clock.
He has time.
The thing about Kyungsoo is that he doesn’t say much when something bothers him. He doesn’t complain, doesn’t make a fuss, doesn’t text you seventeen times asking when you’ll be home. That’s not how he works.
What he does instead, what he’s always done is cook.
He already knows what he’s making. Miso soup. Simple, warm, the kind of thing that doesn’t ask anything of you when you’re already running on empty. He’s made it for you before, on other late nights, other bad weeks, and he knows by now exactly how you like it. A little more tofu than usual. Soft tofu, not firm. A handful of wakame. The dashi broth made from scratch because the instant kind is fine but fine has never really been in his vocabulary when it comes to you.
He ties on his apron and gets to work.
There’s a particular kind of peace that settles over Kyungsoo when he cooks. The rest of his life requires so much precision, so much performance, so much of him being watched and measured and evaluated. But the kitchen is just the kitchen. The tofu gets cut into even cubes. The wakame softens in warm water, turning dark and silky. The dashi simmers slowly, the smell of it filling the apartment. Understated and quiet, like everything he tends to love.
He thinks about you while he cooks. Not in a worried way, just you. The way you look when you’re tired, that specific crease between your brows you don’t notice you’re making. How you always kick your shoes off before you even close the front door. How you’ll eat standing up at the counter if he lets you, too exhausted to make it all the way to the table.
He won’t let you tonight.
He sets the table. Two bowls, two pairs of chopsticks, a small dish of rice on the side because soup alone isn’t enough and he knows you won’t think to ask for more. He adjusts things once and then tells himself to stop fussing.
His phone buzzes again at 09:00.
—
from: you
leaving now. finally 😩
i think i’ve forgotten what your face looks like
is this what ghosts feel like
wait no i’m so tired i don’t even know what that means ignore me
—
to: you
just come home safely
—
from: you
yes sir 🫡
—
He turns the heat to low to keep the soup warm and sits down to wait.
He hears your key in the lock at 10:15.
The door opens. There’s the familiar shuffle of shoes being toed off, the soft thud of your bag hitting the floor, and then silence, for just a second.
“Soo?”
Your voice comes out quieter than usual. A little rough around the edges.
He appears in the kitchen doorway, dish towel over his shoulder, expression completely neutral in the way that means he’s pleased with himself but will absolutely not be showing it.
You look past him at the table. At the bowls set neatly side by side. At the small steady curl of steam rising from the pot on the stove.
“You made miso soup?” you say. Like you can’t quite believe it.
“You sounded tired.”
“Soo…” Your voice does something complicated. “You didn’t have to—”
“I wanted to.” He steps aside and gestures at the table. “Sit down.”
You open your mouth like you might argue, which both of you know is not going to happen, and then you close it again and shuffle over to the table and sink into your chair like all the air has gone out of you.
He ladles the soup himself. Careful, unhurried, making sure you get enough tofu. He sets it in front of you and sits across from you and says nothing.
You wrap both hands around the bowl first, just holding it. The warmth seeping into your palms.
Then you take a sip.
He watches you close your eyes for exactly two seconds.
“It’s good,” you say, softly.
“I know,” he says.
You open your eyes and look at him, and there’s something in your expression that’s too tired to be complicated. Just open, just grateful, just you at the end of a long day with nowhere left to perform.
“Thank you. I really love you,” you say. Simply. Like it’s the easiest thing.
Kyungsoo looks down at his bowl. The back of his neck feels warm.
“Eat while it’s hot,” he says.
You smile. He sees it even though he’s not looking.
Later, you’re both on the couch. You’re leaning against him with your legs tucked up, already halfway to sleep, your head a comfortable weight on his shoulder. The TV is on but neither of you is really watching it.
“Today was awful,” you mumble into his sleeve.
“I know.”
“Like genuinely terrible. My manager kept moving the deadline and then—” you trail off, and he waits, but you don’t finish the sentence. You sigh instead. “Whatever. It’s over.”
“It’s over,” he agrees.
A beat of quiet.
“The soup was really good,” you say. “I had two bowls.”
“I know.”
“Don’t judge me.”
“I’m not.” He isn’t. He’s the one who refilled your bowl without being asked.
You shift slightly, tucking yourself more firmly against his side, and he adjusts automatically to accommodate you. His arm settles around your shoulders. On screen, something happens that neither of you will remember tomorrow.
“Next time you have a bad week,” you say, already sounding half-asleep, “I’m making something for you.”
“You don’t have to.”
“I want to,” you murmur back at him, and he can hear the small smile in your voice even with your eyes closed.
Kyungsoo looks at the side of your face. The crease between your brows is gone now. Your breathing is already slowing, evening out.
He doesn’t say anything else.
He reaches over and turns the TV volume down lower, until it’s just background noise, just the murmur of something distant and unimportant. He doesn’t move. He lets you sleep.
Outside, the city keeps going. In here, everything is warm and quiet and still.
Synopsis: You're sad Kyungsoo went to Mexico without you and he's trying to make it up to you
Warnings: Suggestive, none for this one but the next part....haha
Word Count: 2K
A/N: If you haven't watched KKPP, you have not lived lmfao I love Ksoo on this show so much. Also, I am trying to get over my shyness around fanfics (particularly writing it) so we'll see where this goes?? I realize I switch verb tenses sometimes and it bothers me but also I somehow think it reads more smoothly this way, idk. Does it bother anyone else? I don't love when one-shots get SUPER long so deciding to do this in two parts...Also I lowkey repeated some details from my other story cause certain details just work lol
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You were jealous (and a little bit resentful), you couldn't help it. Kyungsoo had recently gotten back from traveling with his hyungs, recording the third season of KKPP and you'd hardly heard from him on the trip.
Now that he was back and showing you pictures and videos, you were trying to keep your small smile from faltering. At first, you were grinning at the photos of the delicious tacos, the watermelon with tajin, the crystal clear waters.
"Kyungsoo, the second tortilla is to catch all the ingredients falling out of the first one! It's like a 'leftover' taco," you explained, giggling as Kyungsoo's eyes widened in understanding.
But your smile grew smaller over time, especially when you saw the videos that Woobin had taken of Kyungsoo having a blast in the water with Kwangsoo.
Kyungsoo's thigh, with a slight tanline from his shorts, rested against yours. His words filled your ears as he explained the difference between a quesedilla and a burrito. But the words weren't staying in your brain. A frown began to form on your lips.
You've never been anywhere with Kyungsoo. Of course, you understood why. It was too risky and you both agreed you were nowhere near revealing your relationship to the public. But that didn't mean you didn't want to go places with Kyungsoo. It felt so unfair that you couldn't swim in the ocean with him, holding onto him as he went deeper into the water. Or that you couldn't feed each other elotes, the Mexican street corn you loved so much. Having him secretly buy you matching bracelets was always appreciated. But sometimes you just wanted to be a normal couple.
Kyungsoo called your name softly. "Are you okay?"
You forced yourself out of your thoughts. When you looked into his eyes, they were calm but questioning. You wondered if there was even a point in bringing it up. But your need for clear and healthy communication always won.
"I just wish we could go somewhere...together."
Kyungsoo's face fell almost immediately. He locked his phone and placed it behind him as he turned to you on the sofa, bringing one knee up. He said your name again. "...We've talked about this."
You sighed a bit more audibly than you meant to. "I know, it's just hard sometimes. I wish I could see our future a little more clearly. I don't want to miss our middle and only have an end, when we're old and can't go on adventures together." You weren't great at eye contact but you forced yourself to look him in the eyes. Sometimes Kyungsoo said more with his eyes than his actual words.
He licks his lips before answering.
"You know that if there were anyone I was actually going to travel with, it'd be you. There is going to be a day where it's just you and me and any adventure we can imagine. I promise. And we won't be in our seventies when that starts. But I hope you know," Kyungsoo pauses to take both your hands in his and looks at you so intently, you're drowning in his gaze. "That we're still going to go on adventures when we're in our eighties and nineties, too. You're stuck with me."
You can't help but smile, big and unabashed.
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The next evening, when you came home from work, Kyungsoo keeps his weight in front of the door. "Wait!"
"What, why? Kyungsoo, let me in!" you say, not too loud so the neighbors would hear.
Kyungsoo opens the door just a crack and you try to push it open more. What was he doing? "Close your eyes," Kyungsoo says, bringing just his hand out to catch your wrist.
"No."
He says your name with exasperation. "Please?"
"Why?"
"Why are you being difficult?"
"Because I'm hangry and if you don't let me in right now, I'm going to eat your hand."
You laugh out loud when Kyungsoo's grip actually loosens on your wrist. "Please just close your eyes. I'm literally about to feed you."
With a sigh, you concede and immediately hold out your other hand to feel your way through the door. Kyungsoo grabs hold of that hand, too, and begins guiding you inside.
As soon as you step in, you smell onion and garlic and meat. It immediately makes you smile. "Can I open my eyes now?" you ask, already beginning to.
"No!" Kyungsoo exclaims, rushing to put his hands in front of your eyes. "Are you going to behave or not?"
You were taken aback by his choice of words. "I-"
Kyungsoo audibly sighs and pulls something out of his pocket, still keeping one hand gently over your eyes. "I thought so," he says.
You feel a cool, satin-like fabric come over your eyes and around your head. Kyungsoo is leaning forward, tying it at the back. You're startled at the action and feeling even more disoriented. Why was he going to such lengths to surprise you? It was overwhelming. Kyungsoo isn't really into big gestures like this and, quite frankly, neither are you.
"Was that really necessary?"
Kyungsoo shushes you then takes your hands again. He guides you forward. "There's a step here."
"Thanks, I live here."
Kyungsoo stops short and you crash into him. "Hey," you whine, your brow furrowing.
Kyungsoo calls your name curtly. It makes you freeze. "I'm trying here. Can you please...just, let me?"
You take a moment to process the tension in Kyungsoo's voice. He probably spent the better part of his day preparing whatever this was to make you feel better about not being able to take trips with him. As hungry and tired as you are, this is really nice of him and you're grateful to be spending time with him. It's just a lot to process, even without having seen anything yet. And the combination of Kyungsoo's hands gripping your wrists and being stern and being literally blindfolded is...unsettling. You take a deep breath and shove that thought away.
"I'm sorry, I'll....behave," you say quietly, embarrassed at the word. You feel heat creep into your cheeks as you put your head against Kyungsoo's chest.
He wraps you up in his arms quietly and holds the back of your head to his chest. Both of you stay in the moment, embracing each other in silent recuperation from the day's events. You take a deep breath with one another and you can already feel yourself relaxing more. Kyungsoo pulls away but keeps his hands on the small of your back, yours loosely around his waist.
You hum in surprise as his lips frame yours. Being blindfolded is really messing with you. Your senses are heightened. You feel like you're inhaling Kyungsoo's earthy cologne yet there's an overwhelming scent of cilantro in the air, the whir of the air purifier seems to be louder than usual, and you can literally feel how red your cheeks are getting.
Just as you begin to grip the sides of Kyungsoo's shirt, he pulls away. Your lips are parted slightly, trying to chase his lips. Kyungsoo clears his throat and pulls away. You're left with a feeling of emptiness, wanting more. You remind yourself to close your mouth and try to keep a neutral face. He's so debilitating.
Kyungsoo warns you again of the step as you raise one foot and then the other. You can sense he's pulling you into the living room and he switches positions with you until your calves come in contact with the couch. "Okay, sit," Kyungsoo encourages.
You sit. "Ready?" he asks, and you can hear the smile in his voice.
You nod silently. You sense Kyungsoo crouching in front of you and his arm lifting. "Wait," you say suddenly.
Kyungsoo pauses. "Okay...?"
"C-can I just-" you can't finish your sentence, utterly embarrassed as you try to gather your thoughts. You just wanted to kiss him a bit longer. The moment was over too soon.
Your hands come out, somewhat blindly, to cradle Kyungsoo's face. You end up closer to his ears and slide your hands down to his neck, instead. You pull him in.
He follows wordlessly as you place your thumb on his lips to make sure you're guiding yourself properly. They're soft and just slightly wet, probably from his insistent applications of lip balm. Not that you're complaining. You lean into him and remove your thumb at the last second, connecting your lips once again.
The kiss is rushed as you waste no time in turning your head to deepen it. You let your hands glide to Kyungsoo's shoulders and pull him in even more. He gives in easily and you feel the weight of his hands on either side of you on the couch now. He bites down on your lip, softly, and glides his tongue across it. A familiar heat is growing in the pit of your stomach as you open up for him. But then he pulls away.
Your hands fall away from his shoulders and drop, almost dumbly, into your lap. You feel like a deflated balloon. Kyungsoo calls your name softly. You sit up straighter. "Hm?"
He reaches up and around to the back of your head. It sends tingles up your spine. You resist the urge to shudder.
Kyungsoo toys with the knot at the back of your head and lets out a breathy chuckle. "Are you...feeling some type of way about this?"
You're silent. Caught. And feeling even more embarrassed about how he can definitely see how red you're turning. And yet. There's an opportunity here, it sounds like. As vulnerable as you're feeling, you heard the shake in his chuckle.
"I think I am," you whisper.
You count out each second the silence lasts. Neither of you move. Until finally, when you reach the number 6, he does.
Kyungsoo reaches for your hands in your lap and holds them in his. "I'm gonna try to be a gentleman about this first..." he trails off. You raise an eyebrow at him and wait. "I really did make you dinner and stuff so...whatever is happening here, I think we should wait until later, maybe?"
You try not to feel like your partner of years is rejecting you right now. When you inhale deeply to shake the feeling, the scent of the food is undeniable again. Your stomach betrays you as it grumbles loudly.
"Okay...but first," you start.
"First?"
"I want you to tell me what you're thinking." Cause I'm feeling like the only horny one here, you think to yourself.
"I think...I didn't think about how you were gonna look blindfolded when I first came up with the idea." Kyungsoo's voice is calm but low. You know he's holding back.
You resist the urge to smirk. "And how do I look?" The air is thick and you feel as though you're swallowing a pill dry as you wait for his response.
"You look...like I could do anything to you right now and you would just have to take it." Kyungsoo's fingers ghost from the back of your head, brushing over your cheek and settle, with absolutely no grip, around your neck.
Your lips part. "You look...like every single touch is setting you off," Kyungsoo continues. He trails his fingers from your throat down your front. His voice is dripping with honey, having lowered so much that you can practically feel the vibration of it in his hand that now sits at your waist. "You look really good," he whispers.
You bite the inside of your cheek. "And you want to wait?" you practically groan. Kyungsoo laughs out loud, his hand dropping from your waist and taking yours once again to kiss it softly.
"I'm taking this off now," Kyungsoo says. You squint into the low light of the living room before taking in your surroundings.
