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byun baekhyun
series!
match my freak! - baekhyun develops an unhealthy obsession with you, the new girl in town who’s too sweet for your own good | nsfw, 2.4k words ♡
you want love, we gon' make it - after dating each other for a few months, you're finally ready to take the next step *sequel to match my freak! | nsfw, 3.5k words
if you wanna - your arrangement with baekhyun is almost perfect. he buys you anything you’ve ever wanted, takes you to places you’ve only ever dreamed of, and treats you like a princess. there’s just one thing: he has yet to sleep with you, no matter how many times you try to tempt him. your upcoming, no expense spared, lavish vacation to las vegas may be your last chance to show him what he’s missing. | completed, nsfw, 4/4 parts, 26.5k words ♡
halloween oneshot extravaganza - halloween one-shots written for k-halloween-week | complete, mixed sfw and nsfw, 7/7 parts wc ranges from 2.7k - 8.8k, 26k total
↳ practical magic | you wanna play psycho killer? (nsfw) | in your fantasy (nsfw) | who you gonna call? | siren song | take a bite (of all of me) (nsfw) | the annual byun halloween party (nsfw) ☆
the death of a rockstar - In an attempt to uncover an image-destroying scandal of rival rock band Heartsteel, you are tasked with worming your way into the life (and heart) of the band’s elusive and magnetic frontman Baekhyun. The problem? Baekhyun is your childhood best friend, and he currently hates your fucking guts. | complete, nsfw, 3/3 parts, 26.1k words ☆
oneshots!
no kissing - a favor from your best friend spirals into something completely out of control | requested, nsfw, 7k words
room for one more? - you and your husband are looking for a third participant in the bedroom. enter baekhyun — the adorably awkward, innocent, younger man you meet one night at a bar. | with junmyeon, nsfw, 8.3k words
mine, yours, ours - after returning home from a long conference, baekhyun breaks some news that will allow the two of you to start what you’ve always wanted: a family | requested, nsfw, 2.1k words
so easy (to fall in love) - after a horrible exam, you seek comfort from your boyfriend, a professor at the neighboring university that you definitely are falling hopelessly in love with | requested, nsfw, 3.5k words
girl, girl, be my love - you knew that your ex situationship wouldn’t hesitate to stoop to new lows to get you back, but answering the santa-for-hire ad for your family christmas party was a possibility you never even considered | nsfw, 3.1k words
thief! - you finally find out where all your missing underwear’s gone to | requested, nsfw, 2.2k words
tend to my hurt (and my heart) - you and baekhyun swore years ago to leave behind the underground fight club world. so then why is he now stumbling onto your doorstep, bloodied and bruised and half-conscious? | requested, nsfw, 3.5k words
park and ride - baekhyun pulls over to wait out the storm. you suggest a way to pass the time. | requested, nsfw, 1.7k words
2 am (and i'm cursing your name!) - Baekhyun annoys you to no end, and as far as you know, he seems to have a matching distaste for you as well. This doesn’t stop you from having a drunken encounter at your mutual friend’s party. If anything, it makes it better. | requested, nsfw, 4.5k words
office hours - You didn't expect your office hours session to end with your professor in your bed. But you're definitely not complaining. | requested, nsfw, 3.1k words
let me hear you - No one knows, but the only way you’d been able to get off these past six months has been Baek100, a budding audio porn creator known for his elaborate scenes and duality. No one knows, but Baekhyun is the number one viewer of your cozy-game streams, supporting you from afar while also not always having innocent intentions when watching you. As a celebration for hitting 10k subs, you decide to host a private video call with one random, lucky viewer… | nsfw, 9.9k words ♡ ☆
share - Kyungsoo and Baekhyun learn to share. | with kyungsoo, nsfw, 1.1k words
let's just vibe - Baekhyun finds something in your nightstand drawer. | nsfw, 2.1k words
sweet insomnia - You can’t sleep. Baekhyun can’t either. | nsfw, 1.1k words
drabbles and blurbs!
tbh i have too many ;-; pls navigate the #baekhyun drabbles tag
kim junmyeon
one shots!
room for one more? - you and your husband are looking for a third participant in the bedroom. enter baekhyun — the adorably awkward, innocent, younger man you meet one night at a bar. | with baekhyun, nsfw, 8.3k words
park chanyeol
one shots!
bed chem - After a night of drinking, your friend Chanyeol admits that he likes being especially dominant in the bedroom. This sounds like something that you would enjoy being on the receiving end of. | nsfw, 4.5k words ♡
drabbles and blurbs!
jealousy - nsfw, requested, 700 words
do kyungsoo
oneshots!
share - Kyungsoo and Baekhyun learn to share. | with baekhyun, nsfw, 1.1k words
oh sehun
drabbles!
look at you - nsfw, requested, 631 words
ot9
series!
love notes - 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! | complete, sfw, 9/9 parts, wc range ~ 1k words each, 10.3k words total
↳ hot n spicy (ms) | work of art (jm) | sweet like strawberry (yx) | merry go, merry go, merry go round (bh) | calicos and daisy chains (jd) | level up (cy) | down memory lane (ks) | baby, it's cold outside (ji) | how deep is your love? (sh)
happy june! happy pride! happy almost gemini season! happy summer!!! everyone celebrate by drinking a shirley temple and eat some peaches by a body of water and get a little bit gayer!!!
so no one was going to remind me that gemini season does in fact start in mid-may and not in mid-june like i for some reason was thinking. a formal apology to all may geminis
like he can't believe he's in a small apartment of a tiny coastal town. the sun seeps through the light pink curtains, highlighting every curve on your body with a golden glow.
his hands were cupping the sides of your hips, rubbing them up and down. "just like that, baby." he encourages and you smile down at him.
oh how happy you looked to be bouncing on him right now.
he gestures for you to come down with two fingers. you follow, lowering yourself to connect your lips. your tongue slowly dances with his, taking your time with each other. because you have all night.
chanyeol wraps his arms around your body, pulling you even closer to feel each other's heart beat for one another. his hands cant stop moving. they run around all over your body until they find the comfort of your cheeks and help you move your hips to chase each other's high.
"my baby, my love, my wife." his eyes scan every corner, every wrinkle, every inch of your face. he wants to remember this when you're 70.
when every wrinkle has grown deeper. when every inch of you has grown older and softer. he cant wait to grow old with you, start this new life with you.
"cum for me, my love." he kisses the side of your neck, eliciting a moan from you.
your hips move a lot quicker, rocking back and forth. you're smiling brightly at him, watching the sun paint his skin a pretty gold.
"i love you." you sigh in his ear when your orgasm hits you and you're tightening around him. chanyeol grabs your head in his large hands and kisses you hungrily. his hips don't stop, slowly thrusting into you as if you didn't just come.
"you sound so lovely, darling." he smiles so innocently.
↳ summary: they've always been competitive about everything, and you're no exception.
↳ wc: 3.3k
↳ genres and content: baekhyun x f!reader x chanyeol | pwp, vaguely college football au | threesome, oral (all receiving), deepthroating/mentions of choking on it, hella dirty talk, degradation, and praise, p in v (and a?), dp, brief slapping, spanking, general filth
↳ a/n: requested by anon! i don't know anything about dp for real and i know even less about american football. no one mention how the title is a tennis reference please i just thought it was cool
You hear them all the way down the hallway before you hear the jingling of the key in your door. That telltale muffled bickering grows louder and louder the closer they get, until their words become crystal clear when the door slams open.
“— you had just been paying attention then we would’ve scored that final point!”
“So fucking what? We would’ve won anyways, thanks to the touchdown that I scored in the third quarter.”
The two barrel into your entryway, hardly giving you a second glance. Baekhyun and Chanyeol, the star quarterbacks of your university’s football team, who always seemed to butt heads on and off the field. They had already showered and changed out of their gear (thank God, after showing up to your place much one too many times tracking in dirt and grass), but that didn’t mean that they left their game day mindset behind.
You clear your throat from your perch on the couch, looking up from your study notes. “Have a good game?”
Baekhyun sighs dramatically, flopping onto the cushions next to you. “It would’ve been a good game if Chanyeol was thinking about anything related to football at all in the last ten seconds.”
Chanyeol frowns, helping himself to a glass of water from your sink. “Like I was saying, I scored the winning touchdown several minutes before that. Why does it matter if we didn’t get three extra points?”
“It’s about the principle, Yeol. We only moderately beat them”. Baekhyun’s eyes glint with a mixture of annoyance and passion. “If we got those extra points we could’ve gone around saying that we beat their asses into the ground.”
“What do you think?” Chanyeol turns to you. Two pairs of eyes stare at you expectantly.
You sigh. You hate mediating whatever petty argument the two of them get up to. Frankly, you simply have better things to do with your time. But sometimes, on a night like tonight when the adrenaline is still high from their game, it’s in your best interest to stir the pot a little bit.
“I dunno, Baek, it kinda sounds like Chanyeol won the game for us.”
Baekhyun’s mouth drops open while Chanyeol smirks. He crosses over to the couch to sit on your other side and ruffles your hair affectionately. “See, Baek? Your point is meaningless.”
“It doesn’t count because you weren’t there,” Baekhyun says petulantly, bottom lip jutting out not unlike a child who’s just been told no. “You should’ve felt the rush from the crowd. They were definitely disappointed that we didn’t score.”
Chanyeol rolls his eyes. “It’s not that serious.”
“It is that serious!” The volume of Baekhyun’s voice raises again, a renewed motivation to argue surging through him. “You know that I play better when I’m feeding off the crowd’s energy.”
“Guys, stop,” you say firmly. Instantly, they shut up, mouths snapping shut obediently. “Last time you guys fought I was getting noise complaints for days. Don’t make me regret giving you guys the spare key.”
“Sorry,” they say in unison.
“If you guys keep bickering I’m just gonna go to sleep. Or…” you say pointedly. “You could settle this a different way.”
That gets their attention. They perk up immediately, waiting for you expectantly.
“Whoever makes me cum the most in the next hour wins.”
Tension settles in the air, thick and heavy. It’s no secret to the other that you hook up with both of them. They don’t care on any level deeper than petty jealousy. But this… having you at the same time? It’s an entirely new experience, but one that you’d been fantasizing a lot lately, waiting for the right time to broach the subject.
To your delight, they look incredibly interested. Baekhyun swallows, his gaze drifting heavily from you to Chanyeol. The other mirrors his disposition; you can practically see the gears turning in his head. The two size each other up, ever the competitors, waiting for the other to make the first move.
“Or I could just say that Yeol was right—”
Baekhyun reaches out to grab your chin, tilting your head towards him. He kisses you roughly, slipping his tongue past your pliant lips, groaning when you fist a hand in his hair. To your other side, Chanyeol whines. He shoves his hand between your faces and pries you away from Baekhyun, kissing you when your lips part.
“Playing dirty already, Yeol?” Baekhyun huffs, wiping his lips with the back of his hand before he pulls your attention back towards him. He ducks his head down to suck a mark into your neck, smirking against your skin when you gasp.
Chanyeol goes to unbutton your shirt, large hands fumbling with your buttons. “Shut the fuck up, Byun,” he grumbles, kissing your chest.
It’s a huge mess: hands and lips moving everywhere. You lose track of which body part belongs to who, whose hand is settling on your tits, who’s slipping their fingers past the waistband of your pajama shorts. All you know is that your head is spinning, whirling from their constant tugs for attention, and that you end up completely bare in between the two of them. You can feel just how soaked you’re starting to become, heat pooling in your core.
Baekhyun kneels between your legs, all but pulling you forward towards him as he hooks his arms around your thighs, locking you in place. Chanyeol continues to make out with you, a sharp sting blooming across your bottom lip when he nips at it, pulling the skin slightly towards him right as Baekhyun buries his face in your heat, nose bumping against your clit as he licks at you fervently.
You gasp into Chanyeol’s mouth, pulling away to look down at the sight below. Baekhyun’s staring up at you with a fire in his eyes, the kind of heat you only see from him when he’s on the field.
“Not fair,” Chanyeol says, slightly out of breath. His lips are dark and wet, eyes bearing a similar flame to Baekhyun’s.
“Too slow, Park,” Baekhyun mutters, smirking as he sinks two long fingers into your cunt. “You snooze, you lose.”
You open your mouth to scold him, but you don’t get a word out before Chanyeol’s lips descend on yours again. You whimper against him, instinctively arching into Baekhyun’s touch. His tongue dips into your hole, brushing against your walls as he strokes your clit with his thumb, skilled fingers bringing you closer and closer to the edge.
“Can we confess something to you?” Chanyeol asks, voice heated. “We hoped this would happen when we came over tonight. We made up the argument.”
“What?” you pant. “You little shits.”
Baekhyun sinks his fingers back into your wet slit, curling them against your g-spot. “Are you complaining?” he asks cheekily. “I’ll stop right now if you want me to.”
“You’re such a basta— oh fuck, Baekhyunnie,” you moan, fisting a hand in his hair. “I’m getting close.”
“Not yet,” he says. “Why don’t you help Chanyeol out, he’s getting awfully squirmy.”
Without a second to lose, Chanyeol gets rid of the rest of his clothes, moaning breathily when you spit into your other hand and begin to jerk him off slowly.
“Ah, shit,” he gasps, his hips bucking into your touch. “Just like that, baby.”
Your senses are on overdrive trying to process everything that’s happening: the sight of the two with their desirous gazes, the slick noises coming from either side, the buildup of pleasure in your body. It all becomes too much too fast, and you tip over the edge, clamping your thighs around Baekhyun’s head as you cum. He takes your clit between his lips, sucking gently, making you shudder with sensitivity. Chanyeol sucks a bruise right under your ear. “So beautiful, so good,” he murmurs, sending another wave of desire through you.
As soon as Baekhyun moves off of you, Chanyeol’s strong arms are pulling you up and into his arms. Your legs wrap around his waist instinctively, mind hazy from the afterglow of your first orgasm, as he carries you into the bedroom, Baekhyun following close behind. He tosses you onto the bed and flips you over onto your stomach, not even giving you a second to breathe before sheathing himself inside of you without preamble. You cry out, head dropping forward onto the sheets in front of you as Chanyeol immediately sets a brutal rhythm. He’s not usually so rough with you, but the buildup, not being able to touch you in the way that Baekhyun has, must have gotten to him. You can feel it in the way that he grips your hips like he has something to prove, burying himself inside of you again and again.
“Fucking impatient ass,” Baekhyun grumbles, moving to the other side of the bed so that he’s in front of you. He tilts your chin upwards, forcing you to meet his gaze even as he continues to talk to Chanyeol. “You literally carried her in here.”
“Shut up,” Chanyeol bites back. He tightens his grip, holding you still as he pounds into you. “Sounds like you were just too slow.”
“Why are you both— hah— talking about me like I’m not here?” you manage to say, your words coming out unsteady.
“Aw, I’m sorry,” Baekhyun coos condescendingly. “You want even more attention than you’re already getting, hm? Getting fucked into the mattress isn’t enough?”
“Jesus, Baek,” Chanyeol says. “Isn’t that a little mean?”
“She likes it.” He settles into position so that you’re laying in between his legs, his cock just inches from your face. “You don’t feel how she’s getting wetter?”
You nod frantically. “I do— I like it, Yeollie. Please, more.”
“Good girl,” Baekhyun chuckles. He lightly slaps the side of your face, not hard enough to sting, but still enough to make you gasp. “Now open up.”
You wrap your hand around the base of Baekhyun’s cock and put it to your lips, tongue darting out to lick the underside of his head. “Come on, you can do better than that,” Chanyeol says. Before you know it, his hand is on the back of your head, pushing you down once onto Baekhyun’s length before letting you go. You choke, spit dribbling down past your lips and down his cock, the momentum from Chanyeol’s thrusts pushing you deeper onto Baekhyun. Your eyes water as you struggle to adjust, but soon you settle into a rhythm.
“God, you look so good like this,” Baekhyun murmurs, reaching out to caress the side of your face, jarringly gentle for the way you’re currently being manhandled on both sides. “I don’t think she’s gonna want to go back to having us one at a time, Yeol. You should see her face.”
“Yeah?” Chanyeol grunts. “Tell me how much you like it, baby.”
You pull off of Baekhyun with a slight pop. You feel your own spit all over your bottom lip and chin, and a string of saliva connects your mouth to the tip of Baekhyun’s cock. It’s dirty, filthy, and you think that maybe you should be embarrassed but you’re not. Not in the slightest. “I love it,” you gasp, tilting your head up so you can see Chanyeol above you. “I love it so much.”
Chanyeol wraps his hand around your throat and bends down to swap a filthy kiss with you before letting you go, lowering your mouth back onto Baekhyun’s cock. You work with the rhythm that Chanyeol sets, using your hand on whatever can’t fit inside your mouth. Baekhyun’s head tips back, lips parting. He swallows thickly, reaching out a hand to settle on top of your head. “Such a good slut,” he groans. “You love being used like this, huh? You like being our little fucktoy?”
You moan instead of answering him with words, nodding your head as best as you can around his length. The salty tang of precum touches your tongue, only spurring you on further.
“Don’t take his cock out of your mouth when you cum,” Chanyeol says, one hand grabbing your shoulder for better leverage. “Wanna hear you choke on it when you do.”
His words unlock something in you, the filth coming from Chanyeol, who’s usually so restrained with his words, dripping with pure, animalistic lust in his voice. It suddenly brings about your second orgasm, your body trembling through it, your puffy, sensitive walls fluttering around Chanyeol’s length. Your voice comes out muffled and choked around Baekhyun, making him groan. He grabs at the sheets so tightly that his knuckles turn white. “Fuck, that feels so good.”
Chanyeol doesn’t wait another second and slaps your ass as he pulls out, making you jolt. “C’mon, ride me.”
“Wait, hold on,” Baekhyun pouts. “It’s my turn.”
“I’m not fucking done yet,” Chanyeol says with a huff. “You can wait.”
“Quit being a dick—”
“Or you could both do it.”
They both shut up immediately, looking at you with a mixture of apprehension and arousal. “Baek in my ass,” you continue. “Yeol in my pussy.”
“Are you sure?” Baekhyun asks, all of his previous bravado melting away to show his concern. “I know we’ve— done it like that before but never at the same time.”
“We don’t want to hurt you,” Chanyeol chimes in.
“I’m sure,” you say. “Here, like this.”
You gently push Chanyeol onto his back and climb on top of him, slowly sinking down onto his thick length. You lean down, almost touching your chests together, arching your ass as best as you can for Baekhyun.
“Oh my God,” Baekhyun groans, settling behind you. He rubs his hands over your ass appreciatively, parting your cheeks and letting some spit dribble down onto your hole. “You look so fucking slutty like this.”
You swallow and give him the go-ahead, distracting yourself by leaving hickeys across Chanyeol’s chest. Inch by inch, Baekhyun pushes in. It’s tight, uncomfortable, but not anything you can’t handle. The three of you take shaky breaths, silent for the first time as you all adjust to the new sensations. “Look at me, baby,” Chanyeol says softly, grabbing your face with both hands. “You’re doing perfect. Such a good girl for us.”
You mewl in his grasp, arms shaking as you struggle to hold yourself up. “Oh, fuck,” you whimper. You’ve never felt anything like this before, and the feeling is almost so overwhelming you don’t know whether to run from it or towards it. “So— so much.”
“Too much?” Baekhyun asks, voice strained. You can tell that he’s holding himself back, every muscle in his body working to stop himself from losing control, from pushing all the way in.
“No,” you gasp. “Don’t you dare stop.”
It takes a bit of time, but slowly you start to feel yourself getting used to the stretch, pleasure replacing the discomfort. You drop your head onto Chanyeol’s chest as Baekhyun starts to slide in and out.
“So fucking tight.” Baekhyun leans over and scatters kisses across your back. You feel surrounded on all sides, pressed between the two of them, the warmth of their bodies heating your skin. “How you doing, angel?”
You try to say something, but all that comes out is a strangled whine. You can’t think, much less form a proper sentence. Chanyeol tips your chin up towards him and kisses you. “Answer,” he says softly but firmly, rolling his hips upwards gently.
The dual movement makes you cry out, fingers scrambling to grasp onto Chanyeol’s shoulders. “It’s good,” you whimper. “So— fuck— please.”
“Cute,” Chanyeol chuckles. He kisses you again. “You’re so pretty when you’re wrecked.”
They begin to move faster and at the same time, making you feel so full in ways you never thought possible. The two are almost just as wrecked as you, hands and lips roaming, breath hot against your skin, mumbling praise, an endless stream of, “So good, angel,” and “Our pretty slut.” You can’t return their sentiments, at least not through words, only able to babble out a stream of incoherent words and breathy whines.
It gets to the point where they’re pounding into you, hips rolling as if they were one unit. You cry out at a particularly deep thrust, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes. “Fuck, I’m getting close,” you whimper.
“Who’s better?” Chanyeol whispers in your ear, cutting through all the noise.
“Wh-What?” you mumble, eyes fluttering open. Your head starts to droop forward again but Baekhyun tugs your hair back, forcing you to lock eyes with Chanyeol.
“I said, who’s better at fucking you stupid, huh?” He punctuates his point with a sharper thrust upward, making you scream. “Answer, or we won’t let you cum.”
“I— I don’t know!” you wail. The tears fall, streaming down your face. “You’re both so good, too good, fuck!”
“Goddamn, who’s being mean now?” Baekhyun says, leaving a sharp smack on your ass. “If she doesn’t want to pick, don’t make her pick.”
“I— I don’t wanna,” you whine, straining back to look at Baekhyun, his sweat-damp hair clinging to his forehead and neck. “Please, Baek. I— I wanna cum.”
Baekhyun swears, hips stuttering. “Just a little longer, baby.”
You’re frantic, fingers leaving red indents on Chanyeol’s shoulders from holding on for dear life. Baekhyun reaches out and grabs your wrists, pulling them taut behind you. You sob, breathless, helplessly at their mercy but you wouldn’t want it any other fucking way. “Please,” you babble, delirious, the only thing on your mind being your need for release. “Fuck, please, I’ll do anything.”
“Say who makes you feel this good,” Baekhyun hisses into your ear.
“You do! Both of you! Shit, I can’t—”
“Okay, baby,” Chanyeol grunts. “Cum for us.”
It explodes through you, white-hot and ferocious. Your vision turns spotty around the edges as it ripples through you. The two of them swear as you tighten around them, your walls fluttering, two pairs of large hands holding you still as you shudder in their grasp.
Chanyeol helps you off of them and puts you onto your back, positioning himself near your mouth. Exhausted, still shuddering through the aftershocks, you take him into your mouth, wrapping your other hand around Baekhyun.
“Not gonna last long,” Baekhyun groans, tipping his head forward.
“Me neither,” Chanyeol replies, fisting a hand in your hair.
It doesn’t take long until they both release, Chanyeol into your mouth and Baekhyun across your tits and stomach. He drags his fingers through the mess, slipping his fingers past your waiting, open lips, giving both of them a fucked-out smile. You’re spent, your limbs turning to jelly, and if you had any say in the matter you’d just sink into the mattress and be a part of the furniture forever.
“You okay?” Baekhyun asks softly, running a hand through your hair.
“Mhm,” you hum, kissing him. You turn your head towards Chanyeol to give him the same treatment. “That was insane.”
“You’re so perfect,” Chanyeol murmurs. “Let me get you some water and clean you up.”
“Get me one too?” Baekhyun asks, fluttering his eyelashes.
Chanyeol rolls his eyes and flips him off, but comes back juggling three glasses of water all the same. They both work to clean you up, whispering soft praise into your skin the entire time. Through the haze, you realize that they’ve gotten you ready for bed, and they’ve gotten ready for it as well. You’ve never done this before, spent the night with both of them, but it’s as easy and natural as though you’d done it for years.
“So who won?” Chanyeol asks.
“I thought you made up the argument,” you reply.
“No, your challenge. The one about making you cum.”
“It was a tie,” you mumble sleepily, curling into Baekhyun’s chest. “One for Baek, one for you, one for you both.”
“That’s not very satisfying,” Baekhyun frowns.
“Try again tomorrow, then,” you reply. “Now be quiet. I want to go to bed.”
Chanyeol settles into your other side, draping his warm body across your back, and the three of you drift off into a deep, undisturbed sleep.
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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
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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!!!
happy june! happy pride! happy almost gemini season! happy summer!!! everyone celebrate by drinking a shirley temple and eat some peaches by a body of water and get a little bit gayer!!!
remember how baekhyun said he was sick during the wiea event, and that led me to think of what type of a person he would be towards his partner when he’s sick? lmao i wanna know your thoughts about it 🙏🏻
like i feel like he would almost be the nasty little clingy bf who would give cough syrup flavoured kisses and stay attached like a koala even though he shouldn’t but he just can’t stay awayyyy :((
omg :(( so i feel like if he’s able to move around and carry on with his day but he’s still a little coughy or sniffly he will deny deny deny. so like in the early days of sickness he’ll insist that he’s not sick at all, just a little cough that’ll go away.
but when it really hits? oh that tough act melts away real fast.
i think he wouldn’t ask you for much or to do things for him, but he gets genuinely sad if you leave him alone. a little whiny, but mostly just bids for your attention. less like, “get me some water” and more “please cuddle with me”
“you need to take a nap, baek.”
“i can’t sleep if you’re not here… please stay :(((”
i can picture him being very very grateful. like mumbling sleepily and half delusional about how lucky he is to have you to take care of him, how much he loves you, how much he wishes that he could never be separated from you :(( (if you ask him about this later he’ll claim he was high off the meds, even if it was just tylenol) even if he’s really sick and feels incredibly miserable he’ll make a point to show a lot of gratitude for you
tries to ask for kisses out of habit. he’s not trying to get you sick but he just can’t help it. secretly pleased with himself when/if you give in, but feels soooooo horrible if you end up catching it.
random interjection but i can also totally see him trying to be jokingly flirty/make an innuendo and then cough or some shit. like “i know something else my incredibly hot nurse can do for me- aCHOO COUGH COUGH SNIFF” snot going everywhere and the works LOLL
if you end up sick afterwards (which let’s be real, you definitely are based on how close you’ve been), he will be the greatest nurse ever. won’t even hesitate to spend all day with you, tending to your every whim. definitely frets over you way too much, even if it’s just a minor cold.
