Summary: “I will never, in a million years, like you,” Minghao sternly says—his eyes all fire and ice, and Junhui smiles bitterly. A laugh then comes out of his mouth, empty and hollow, but Minghao doesn’t seem to notice it.
(Or: Junhui flirts and Minghao doesn’t like children of Aphrodite.)
“Nope, everything’s fine,” Kyungsoo answers slowly, an odd feeling of dread sweeping down on him.
“Well, the reason I ask,” Mr. Kim starts, tenting his fingers on the table between them, “Is because Baekhyun has been...ah, unusually aggressive with the other children lately.”
“Oh,” Kyungsoo says to fill the silence.
“Yeah...” Mr. Kim drawls out. Clearly, he’s uncomfortable broaching this topic, but it’s no picnic here for Kyungsoo either. “So typically, these kinds of outbursts are due to...new changes at home or...” He trails off, probably hoping for Kyungsoo to jump in and help.
“Well, nothing’s going on,” Kyungsoo says, perhaps a little too snappy. He’s feeling defensive.
“Or perhaps a change in diet?” Mr. Kim offers.
“Mr. Kim, look-”
“Jongin,” Mr. Kim corrects.
“Whatever,” Kyungsoo replies, waving his hand dismissively at the interruption. “There’s nothing wrong with my son.”
“Oh, of course there isn’t!” Mr. Kim rushes out loudly, holding his hands up. “However...he did scratch one of his friends’ face and then he pushed a little girl and stole someone’s banana pudding. And then some of his drawings, well...”
Kyungsoo gulps as he watches Mr. Kim push the pieces of paper across the table. Heavily black and red jagged crayon lines, depicting a child’s version of a horror movie, full of vague red splotches of blood and gore. Well.
“Mr. Do?” the teacher asks after a minute goes by.
“We were watching Resident Evil the other night,” Kyungsoo explains. “I know it’s violent, but like...you know.”
“Well, I don’t think we could say that zombie movies can make him go steal people’s lunches,” Mr. Kim blurts out before his eyes go wide and his mouth closes with a soft ‘pop’. Yeah, you really overstepped with that one, buddy.
“Excuse me?” Kyungsoo asks.
“I’m sorry,” Mr. Kim apologizes quickly. “I was just wanting to help... Baekhyun’s typically a very sweet kid, and it’s just odd to see this transformation. Is....he like this at home too or?”
He watches Mr. Kim - Jongin - squirm under his gaze as Kyungsoo stares at the teacher’s face while he figures out his thoughts. Well. Yeah, but... “He found out he was adopted,” he says, licking over his lower lip.
“Oh...wow, yeah, that’d be something big for a child,” Mr. Kim says.
“Well, it wasn’t just that,” Kyungsoo mutters, scrubbing at his eyes. “My husband at the time, he hasn’t been by to see Baekhyun in months now, since he’s too busy with some new boy toy, and then he found out the adoption thing...I’m assuming from here, since someone explained to him that two men can’t make a baby.”
Summary: Deep down, in some dark recess of his mind, Mingyu always knew it would end up this way: that he would inevitably fall for Minghao.
(or, the one where Mingyu realizes he’s been in love with his best friend and tries to make up for lost time)
Reason You’re Submitting: i’m 100% going to admit to submitting my own fic here, hehe. i tried writing something a little different for once, and i’d love to share it with as many other carats who are willing. <3
