(oneshot) prettier when i'm with you
prettier when i'm with you
fem!baeksoochen
pg-13 for swearing (one!)
2423w, fluffy, angsty (?)
byun baekhyun gets dumped. baeksoochen has an emergency meeting.
warning: genderswitch (but their real names stay)
a/n: inspired by wing's hair short, written in one sitting (like i always do /sobs), CHUNK OF TEXT AND WORDS AND DIALOGUES SOBS
A/n: Crossposted at AFF here
the thing about being friends with byun baekhyun is that you need to be on your guard 24-7. time is a relative concept when it involves the exuberant lass and right now kim jongdae is not even frazzled around her edges to be rudely interrupted from her beauty sleep at freaking 4am, 8am classes be damned.
true to baekhyun's nature, the only warning jongdae gets before her door is pounded on by her best friend is just a text saying jongdae :( which is not much, really. luckily jongdae's been having some difficulty sleeping lately that she can hear the weak fists softly filtering past her hazy dreams without much trouble. she can hear her name, barely a whisper behind wooden door, and she knows that something is wrong and do kyungsoo should be here too.
"one sec, baekhyunah-" jongdae navigates across her darkened room carefully as she goes for the door with one hand tapping at phone screen, and the other readjusting the spaghetti straps of her sleeping gown. she unlocks the chain and peeks out, "i don't have my bra on okay."
baekhyun's watery eyes meets her halfway and jongdae doesn't say anything anymore. she just pushes her door wider and welcomes baekhyun's face at the junction of her neck and shoulder as arms settle around her waist; doesn't recoil when water wets the area of skin there. there's no need to move, not yet, as they stand in the dark with only a sliver of moonlight peeking past the curtains at the other side of the room accompanying them. her own fingers automatically tiptoes across baekhyun's shaking figure once she's thrown her phone away (please land on some clothes please, she thinks) and rests comfortably around the neck, bringing them impossibly closer. she can feel the thudding within baekhyun's ribcage and suddenly she wishes her own heartbeat can somehow comfort baekhyun too. baekhyun's always been a sucker for skin, and right now at this moment, this is what she needs the most.
"shhh," jongdae whispers, "come on in. are you okay? where are you hurt?"
baekhyun doesn't answer-- her face is still obstinately glued to jongdae's shoulder, lips and eyes and nose wet and warm and resting on jongdae's clavicles and laughter bubbles up in jongdae's throat. "you're so cute, baekhyunah," jongdae comments instead, mirth mixed with her words and she winces when baekhyun pinches her waist right where there's no fat to help lessen the pain and tries to pry the sniffling girl apart. "go sit. i'll get you something to drink."
baekhyun gives her a puppy-kicked eyes, complete with the dribbling of snot and jongdae laughs properly, with crinkling eyes and soft kitty-lips curling. "go. i have apple cider." she tries to push with more force because baekhyun being clingy is bound to make kyungsoo angry once the other girl gets there. "go or i'll pinch your non-existent butt-"
baekhyun scampers, but with a disgusted look because everybody knows byun baekhyun has the best plush tush between the three of them.
jongdae hums lines off jisun's windflower as she gets a can of apple cider from her food stash and scrounges for a clean glass. she grabs a fist of ice from her mini fridge, hissing when cold blocks momentarily makes her forget the next line to the song and smiles as baekhyun picks up right where she stopped and continues singing, even if her voice is low and soft and sweet and pretty and broken and interrupted every few words by nose blowing, but the icky sound grows fainter and fainter as verses and choruses become stronger. it's amazing; how easy it is to comfort baekhyun whenever she needs it. jongdae thinks this is the essence of their friendship and--
"sorry i'm late." kyungsoo strides inside past the threshold like a boss even if it's ass-o'clock in the middle of the night and kicks the door shut. jongdae winces at the noise. "this.." her face scrunches up at jongdae's messy bed but she sits anyway, deftly avoiding the alpaca jongdae's gotten last year from an anonymous secret admirer, "tryst does not mean you get to skip class tomorrow, baek." kyungsoo keeps her face away from baekhyun's tear-streaked cheeks and inspects her nails instead, one feet tapping on the carpet-covered floor.
"i wasn't-" baekhyun's protest comes out as a squeak, and she pouts at jongdae's unladylike snort, and kyungsoo's eyes crinkles even if her face is blank, "i seriously hate you guys. i'm not gonna skip. what kind of an idiot am i." the pout doesn't disappear. "apple cider!" baekhyun extends her grabby hands at jongdae.
jongdae manages a glance at kyungsoo once the glass changed hands and groans inwardly because kyungsoo's indifferent face means jongdae has to take care of this issue at hand alone.
"so..." jongdae thinks this meeting is probably caused by that chinese guy that baekhyun's been dating, the main reason why they haven't been hanging out lately (because obviously baekhyun's only with them if said male specimen is not too busy to attend to baekhyun)-
"yes we broke up, jongdae, no need to be so afraid to say it out loud, thanks." baekhyun drawls. her tears aren't dried yet but her voice is back to the usual lilting tone she usually uses when they're together, mocking but comfortable. "since when do you tiptoe around my feelings anyway. it's not even the first time too."
jongdae has the decency to flush, because baekhyun's always the friend who talks a lot, does a little bit more than normal human beings, but sometimes has the heart as big as the universe. just sometimes. tonight- today is not one of them.
"so you want a shopping trip tomorrow after pathology class." kyungsoo deadpans, attention still fixed on her nails. "i think i'll have a glass of apple cider too, jongdae, baby, be a darling please." she blinks when jongdae makes noises of dissatisfaction, the whites of her eyes more than pronounced in the minimal light and sighs- "i'll switch on the light for you."
the barter offer is definitely and severely pathetic but jongdae has nothing but endless amount of love for her friends. she pushes herself up again and tries to not react as baekhyun giggles, lips around the rims of the glass, fingers intertwining around crystal. "whipped, kim jongdae."
jongdae yelps when she accidentally stepped on her blue rhinestone studded belt in the semi-darkness and automatically whines- "you said you'll switch the lights on, kyungsooyah." she feels like murdering cute alpacas when all kyungsoo did is to merely stretch a bit and reaches for the night-lamp situated on the window sill, and soft amber light comes on, barely reaching the kitchenette area. "one day i swear i'll-"
"you need my microbiology notes so keep those murderous intent nice and hidden." kyungsoo finally lets slip a snigger, and lets baekhyun wrap an arm around her small shoulders. she snuggles into baekhyun's warmth, tucking her legs in primly and sighs, "don't leave me with jongdae again, baek, i don't know why we're friends with her."
jongdae doesn't retaliate with a nice barb because the last time she tried to cross kyungsoo (yesterday), she's rewarded with a bruise from kyungsoo's well-aimed punch. she can see the purplish patch of skin everytime she's in the shower and obviously that's what kyungsoo want. she does pass the drink to kyungsoo anyway because nothing good will come out of disobeying kyungsoo's direct order and settles with poking her tongue out instead.
baekhyun pats kyungsoo's knee and gestures at the drink she's nursing, "at least she'll bring you stuff. you know i'll never help you with these lame little stuff." baekhyun drops a little kiss at the crown of kyungsoo's head. "but i agree. why are we friends with her-" baekhyun snickers when jongdae pinches her thigh.
"if you're interrupting my sleep so that you can discuss the infinite benefits and merits of having me as your friend, then go away. and kyungsoo," jongdae raises an immaculate eyebrow, "baekhyun will choose me anytime over you."
"why."
"we're both from gyeonggi-do." jongdae snarls, starting to feel annoyed. "that's reason enough."
kyungsoo snorts.
"-and i'll tell her mom that she took those taekwondo classes back then."
"that was seven years ago!" baekhyun shriek-whispers and points an angry finger at jongdae. "and it was two classes! i hate you."
jongdae has to take a deep breath because friends. in, out, in out. she's calm. she's seeing blue clouds. there's kittens and fluffy dogs and that cute pink off-shoulder dress she'd scoped out in the mall last month with kyungsoo-
"did you gain weight, jongdae?" kyungsoo sounds puzzled.
jongdae blinks because there's two pair of eyes zoning straight at her chest and it takes every bit of her power to not hunch over. "nope. why?" she peeks down and assesses-
"yeah." baekhyun nods sagely. "i see what you mean. her boob's fuller than usual." she tsk-tsks. "lucky you."
jongdae shrugs the interest away with a flick of her hand. "ladies, we're here today because byun baekhyun is, well, was crying." baekhyun's eyes are still on her chest and she's trying to not puff up. "she broke up with zitao and we're here to give her moral support." there's a note of disgust in her words. baekhyun doesn't deserve anything what with the way she's been acting but sigh. friends. "kyungsoo has suggested a shopping trip but retail therapy is so overrated." jongdae takes a deep breath because phew, that was a lot.
"i know what you're going to suggest." baekhyun leans impossibly closer to kyungsoo, as if they can mold into each other and jongdae's a little envious. "why do i know you so well?"
jongdae's not surprised, but it's been a long time since baekhyun's this nice, this docile. even if it annoys her to admit it, baekhyun's essentially a good person who knows jongdae a little bit too much.
"i know too. jongdae's a boring person so she'll want to make you cut your hair. pfffft." kyungsoo's back to being excessively blunt at unreasonable hours and jongdae's not happy about it because unreasonable hours. "technically that's also one aspect of retail therapy. and please don't say you were going to say ~do a tattoo~ because you were definitely not."
"bitch." jongdae mutters quietly.
"that's 5 dollars into the jar, jongdaeyah." baekhyun flashes a knowing grin. "ah ah-" baekhyun mimes zipping her lips shut at jongdae's indignant fist, "i'm trying to save you here. don't say anything. it's only mid-march, you have to conserve your monthly allowance. and you know i can't lie to your mom the next time she asks whether you still swear or not."
jongdae huffs. "in any case, you should go pixie cut, baekhyunah. and no kyungsoo, she will not shave her left side like that kpop star 3 singer did-" jongdae cocks an eyebrow at kyungsoo's curled lips, "her left side is her best side profile and her mom will kill me if she does that." jongdae scowls.
"will pixie cut accentuate my eyeliner though-" baekhyun's eyes flutter in golden light and there's a sharp intake of breath by kyungsoo. "yes yes, i'm hot, thanks kyungsoo." baekhyun puckers up, laughter evident in the planes of her cheeks, lips- every crease of her facial muscle amused. "and don't tell you've done your homework already about this because wow guys, that's cold."
jongdae wishes she's as thick-skinned as kyungsoo because baekhyun's looking straight at her, eyes knowing, and jongdae can only fidget. "well- not- we didn't-"
"we actually thought you wouldn't last past your 100 days because of how much a baby zitao is, so pat yourself on the back instead for being able to surprise us this once." wow, kyungsoo sure doesn't know how to lie.
"you're so cute, jongdaeyah. why are you still single?" baekhyun laughs, her shoulder shaking and mouth a perfect rectangle.
kyungsoo snorts. "she's waiting for her perfect person. not going to happen anytime soon. zhang yixing confessed to her yesterday and she said no." kyungsoo's signature evil grin is stretched across her face in complete glee. "so i punched her. she's stupid. yixing-sunbaenim is like, perfect."
ah. jongdae gets the smile now. kyungsoo's reliving the moments preceding that lovable power-packed punch. no wonder.
"it's not like that, stop talking kyungsooyah." jongdae whines. baekhyun's amazed face is disconcerting. "i told you i don't like him like that. wouldn't be fair to string him along."
baekhyun's oddly quiet, and that unnerves jongdae more. she's even more nervous as she watches baekhyun untangle her limbs from kyungsoo's and settles down next to her on the floor, slim fingers threading across her own.
"do you actually like someone, jongdaeyah?" baekhyun asks.
jongdae cannot breathe.
"she likes someone." kyungsoo doesn't even bat an eyelid. "she won't tell me who it is even when i had her head in a tight lock, you know baek, the way i used to do to you back when you were single and less whiny." she completely dismisses jongdae's frozen face.
jongdae pushes baekhyun's face away, doesn't meet baekhyun's eyes. she pastes on a smile and ruffles baekhyun's fluffy hair before standing up.
"i'm sleepy and it's late. you guys can sleep on the bed, you guys are smaller anyway. don't fall on me okay. i'll lock the alarm, so kyungsoo please wake us up on time."
kyungsoo raises an finger, like a schoolgirl who has a question in class.
"you left your blue one-piece from before, and baekhyun's got an entire wardrobe here. so clothes, check. we'll sit in the back of the class and you can just pretend you're listening, it's only an hour of lecture anyway. and i know you've done your pre-reading." jongdae's shooting words off so fast, "don't lie, kyungsoo, you're the only freak i know who does that."
kyungsoo doesn't even pretend to be insulted. she just burrows deeper into the sheets, one hand already searching blindly for baekhyun who's still unmoving on the floor.
jongdae's hiding her face in the pretense of looking for extra mattress in her closet because this is supposed to be a Comfort Byun Baekhyun Thing, not a Spill Jongdae's Secrets, Yeah Thanks Kyungsoo Thing thing-
"i'll do a pixie cut, and buy you choc mint chip and very berry strawberry icecream, and you'll tell me about this person okay jongdaeyah- yes kyungsoo, i'll get you that belgian chocolate flavour stop smooching me ew get away JONGDAE MAKE HER STOP-"
jongdae doesn't want tomorrow to come.
ps: crit please? yes, this is a whole chunk of text sobs T___T i have a feeling there'll be a short continuation bc i don't want this to end just at that ooop UH YEA
fem!baeksoochen
pg-13 for swearing (one!)
2423w, fluffy, angsty (?)
byun baekhyun gets dumped. baeksoochen has an emergency meeting.
warning: genderswitch (but their real names stay)
a/n: inspired by wing's hair short, written in one sitting (like i always do /sobs), CHUNK OF TEXT AND WORDS AND DIALOGUES SOBS
A/n: Crossposted at AFF here
the thing about being friends with byun baekhyun is that you need to be on your guard 24-7. time is a relative concept when it involves the exuberant lass and right now kim jongdae is not even frazzled around her edges to be rudely interrupted from her beauty sleep at freaking 4am, 8am classes be damned.
true to baekhyun's nature, the only warning jongdae gets before her door is pounded on by her best friend is just a text saying jongdae :( which is not much, really. luckily jongdae's been having some difficulty sleeping lately that she can hear the weak fists softly filtering past her hazy dreams without much trouble. she can hear her name, barely a whisper behind wooden door, and she knows that something is wrong and do kyungsoo should be here too.
"one sec, baekhyunah-" jongdae navigates across her darkened room carefully as she goes for the door with one hand tapping at phone screen, and the other readjusting the spaghetti straps of her sleeping gown. she unlocks the chain and peeks out, "i don't have my bra on okay."
baekhyun's watery eyes meets her halfway and jongdae doesn't say anything anymore. she just pushes her door wider and welcomes baekhyun's face at the junction of her neck and shoulder as arms settle around her waist; doesn't recoil when water wets the area of skin there. there's no need to move, not yet, as they stand in the dark with only a sliver of moonlight peeking past the curtains at the other side of the room accompanying them. her own fingers automatically tiptoes across baekhyun's shaking figure once she's thrown her phone away (please land on some clothes please, she thinks) and rests comfortably around the neck, bringing them impossibly closer. she can feel the thudding within baekhyun's ribcage and suddenly she wishes her own heartbeat can somehow comfort baekhyun too. baekhyun's always been a sucker for skin, and right now at this moment, this is what she needs the most.
"shhh," jongdae whispers, "come on in. are you okay? where are you hurt?"
baekhyun doesn't answer-- her face is still obstinately glued to jongdae's shoulder, lips and eyes and nose wet and warm and resting on jongdae's clavicles and laughter bubbles up in jongdae's throat. "you're so cute, baekhyunah," jongdae comments instead, mirth mixed with her words and she winces when baekhyun pinches her waist right where there's no fat to help lessen the pain and tries to pry the sniffling girl apart. "go sit. i'll get you something to drink."
baekhyun gives her a puppy-kicked eyes, complete with the dribbling of snot and jongdae laughs properly, with crinkling eyes and soft kitty-lips curling. "go. i have apple cider." she tries to push with more force because baekhyun being clingy is bound to make kyungsoo angry once the other girl gets there. "go or i'll pinch your non-existent butt-"
baekhyun scampers, but with a disgusted look because everybody knows byun baekhyun has the best plush tush between the three of them.
jongdae hums lines off jisun's windflower as she gets a can of apple cider from her food stash and scrounges for a clean glass. she grabs a fist of ice from her mini fridge, hissing when cold blocks momentarily makes her forget the next line to the song and smiles as baekhyun picks up right where she stopped and continues singing, even if her voice is low and soft and sweet and pretty and broken and interrupted every few words by nose blowing, but the icky sound grows fainter and fainter as verses and choruses become stronger. it's amazing; how easy it is to comfort baekhyun whenever she needs it. jongdae thinks this is the essence of their friendship and--
"sorry i'm late." kyungsoo strides inside past the threshold like a boss even if it's ass-o'clock in the middle of the night and kicks the door shut. jongdae winces at the noise. "this.." her face scrunches up at jongdae's messy bed but she sits anyway, deftly avoiding the alpaca jongdae's gotten last year from an anonymous secret admirer, "tryst does not mean you get to skip class tomorrow, baek." kyungsoo keeps her face away from baekhyun's tear-streaked cheeks and inspects her nails instead, one feet tapping on the carpet-covered floor.
"i wasn't-" baekhyun's protest comes out as a squeak, and she pouts at jongdae's unladylike snort, and kyungsoo's eyes crinkles even if her face is blank, "i seriously hate you guys. i'm not gonna skip. what kind of an idiot am i." the pout doesn't disappear. "apple cider!" baekhyun extends her grabby hands at jongdae.
jongdae manages a glance at kyungsoo once the glass changed hands and groans inwardly because kyungsoo's indifferent face means jongdae has to take care of this issue at hand alone.
"so..." jongdae thinks this meeting is probably caused by that chinese guy that baekhyun's been dating, the main reason why they haven't been hanging out lately (because obviously baekhyun's only with them if said male specimen is not too busy to attend to baekhyun)-
"yes we broke up, jongdae, no need to be so afraid to say it out loud, thanks." baekhyun drawls. her tears aren't dried yet but her voice is back to the usual lilting tone she usually uses when they're together, mocking but comfortable. "since when do you tiptoe around my feelings anyway. it's not even the first time too."
jongdae has the decency to flush, because baekhyun's always the friend who talks a lot, does a little bit more than normal human beings, but sometimes has the heart as big as the universe. just sometimes. tonight- today is not one of them.
"so you want a shopping trip tomorrow after pathology class." kyungsoo deadpans, attention still fixed on her nails. "i think i'll have a glass of apple cider too, jongdae, baby, be a darling please." she blinks when jongdae makes noises of dissatisfaction, the whites of her eyes more than pronounced in the minimal light and sighs- "i'll switch on the light for you."
the barter offer is definitely and severely pathetic but jongdae has nothing but endless amount of love for her friends. she pushes herself up again and tries to not react as baekhyun giggles, lips around the rims of the glass, fingers intertwining around crystal. "whipped, kim jongdae."
jongdae yelps when she accidentally stepped on her blue rhinestone studded belt in the semi-darkness and automatically whines- "you said you'll switch the lights on, kyungsooyah." she feels like murdering cute alpacas when all kyungsoo did is to merely stretch a bit and reaches for the night-lamp situated on the window sill, and soft amber light comes on, barely reaching the kitchenette area. "one day i swear i'll-"
"you need my microbiology notes so keep those murderous intent nice and hidden." kyungsoo finally lets slip a snigger, and lets baekhyun wrap an arm around her small shoulders. she snuggles into baekhyun's warmth, tucking her legs in primly and sighs, "don't leave me with jongdae again, baek, i don't know why we're friends with her."
jongdae doesn't retaliate with a nice barb because the last time she tried to cross kyungsoo (yesterday), she's rewarded with a bruise from kyungsoo's well-aimed punch. she can see the purplish patch of skin everytime she's in the shower and obviously that's what kyungsoo want. she does pass the drink to kyungsoo anyway because nothing good will come out of disobeying kyungsoo's direct order and settles with poking her tongue out instead.
baekhyun pats kyungsoo's knee and gestures at the drink she's nursing, "at least she'll bring you stuff. you know i'll never help you with these lame little stuff." baekhyun drops a little kiss at the crown of kyungsoo's head. "but i agree. why are we friends with her-" baekhyun snickers when jongdae pinches her thigh.
"if you're interrupting my sleep so that you can discuss the infinite benefits and merits of having me as your friend, then go away. and kyungsoo," jongdae raises an immaculate eyebrow, "baekhyun will choose me anytime over you."
"why."
"we're both from gyeonggi-do." jongdae snarls, starting to feel annoyed. "that's reason enough."
kyungsoo snorts.
"-and i'll tell her mom that she took those taekwondo classes back then."
"that was seven years ago!" baekhyun shriek-whispers and points an angry finger at jongdae. "and it was two classes! i hate you."
jongdae has to take a deep breath because friends. in, out, in out. she's calm. she's seeing blue clouds. there's kittens and fluffy dogs and that cute pink off-shoulder dress she'd scoped out in the mall last month with kyungsoo-
"did you gain weight, jongdae?" kyungsoo sounds puzzled.
jongdae blinks because there's two pair of eyes zoning straight at her chest and it takes every bit of her power to not hunch over. "nope. why?" she peeks down and assesses-
"yeah." baekhyun nods sagely. "i see what you mean. her boob's fuller than usual." she tsk-tsks. "lucky you."
jongdae shrugs the interest away with a flick of her hand. "ladies, we're here today because byun baekhyun is, well, was crying." baekhyun's eyes are still on her chest and she's trying to not puff up. "she broke up with zitao and we're here to give her moral support." there's a note of disgust in her words. baekhyun doesn't deserve anything what with the way she's been acting but sigh. friends. "kyungsoo has suggested a shopping trip but retail therapy is so overrated." jongdae takes a deep breath because phew, that was a lot.
"i know what you're going to suggest." baekhyun leans impossibly closer to kyungsoo, as if they can mold into each other and jongdae's a little envious. "why do i know you so well?"
jongdae's not surprised, but it's been a long time since baekhyun's this nice, this docile. even if it annoys her to admit it, baekhyun's essentially a good person who knows jongdae a little bit too much.
"i know too. jongdae's a boring person so she'll want to make you cut your hair. pfffft." kyungsoo's back to being excessively blunt at unreasonable hours and jongdae's not happy about it because unreasonable hours. "technically that's also one aspect of retail therapy. and please don't say you were going to say ~do a tattoo~ because you were definitely not."
"bitch." jongdae mutters quietly.
"that's 5 dollars into the jar, jongdaeyah." baekhyun flashes a knowing grin. "ah ah-" baekhyun mimes zipping her lips shut at jongdae's indignant fist, "i'm trying to save you here. don't say anything. it's only mid-march, you have to conserve your monthly allowance. and you know i can't lie to your mom the next time she asks whether you still swear or not."
jongdae huffs. "in any case, you should go pixie cut, baekhyunah. and no kyungsoo, she will not shave her left side like that kpop star 3 singer did-" jongdae cocks an eyebrow at kyungsoo's curled lips, "her left side is her best side profile and her mom will kill me if she does that." jongdae scowls.
"will pixie cut accentuate my eyeliner though-" baekhyun's eyes flutter in golden light and there's a sharp intake of breath by kyungsoo. "yes yes, i'm hot, thanks kyungsoo." baekhyun puckers up, laughter evident in the planes of her cheeks, lips- every crease of her facial muscle amused. "and don't tell you've done your homework already about this because wow guys, that's cold."
jongdae wishes she's as thick-skinned as kyungsoo because baekhyun's looking straight at her, eyes knowing, and jongdae can only fidget. "well- not- we didn't-"
"we actually thought you wouldn't last past your 100 days because of how much a baby zitao is, so pat yourself on the back instead for being able to surprise us this once." wow, kyungsoo sure doesn't know how to lie.
"you're so cute, jongdaeyah. why are you still single?" baekhyun laughs, her shoulder shaking and mouth a perfect rectangle.
kyungsoo snorts. "she's waiting for her perfect person. not going to happen anytime soon. zhang yixing confessed to her yesterday and she said no." kyungsoo's signature evil grin is stretched across her face in complete glee. "so i punched her. she's stupid. yixing-sunbaenim is like, perfect."
ah. jongdae gets the smile now. kyungsoo's reliving the moments preceding that lovable power-packed punch. no wonder.
"it's not like that, stop talking kyungsooyah." jongdae whines. baekhyun's amazed face is disconcerting. "i told you i don't like him like that. wouldn't be fair to string him along."
baekhyun's oddly quiet, and that unnerves jongdae more. she's even more nervous as she watches baekhyun untangle her limbs from kyungsoo's and settles down next to her on the floor, slim fingers threading across her own.
"do you actually like someone, jongdaeyah?" baekhyun asks.
jongdae cannot breathe.
"she likes someone." kyungsoo doesn't even bat an eyelid. "she won't tell me who it is even when i had her head in a tight lock, you know baek, the way i used to do to you back when you were single and less whiny." she completely dismisses jongdae's frozen face.
jongdae pushes baekhyun's face away, doesn't meet baekhyun's eyes. she pastes on a smile and ruffles baekhyun's fluffy hair before standing up.
"i'm sleepy and it's late. you guys can sleep on the bed, you guys are smaller anyway. don't fall on me okay. i'll lock the alarm, so kyungsoo please wake us up on time."
kyungsoo raises an finger, like a schoolgirl who has a question in class.
"you left your blue one-piece from before, and baekhyun's got an entire wardrobe here. so clothes, check. we'll sit in the back of the class and you can just pretend you're listening, it's only an hour of lecture anyway. and i know you've done your pre-reading." jongdae's shooting words off so fast, "don't lie, kyungsoo, you're the only freak i know who does that."
kyungsoo doesn't even pretend to be insulted. she just burrows deeper into the sheets, one hand already searching blindly for baekhyun who's still unmoving on the floor.
jongdae's hiding her face in the pretense of looking for extra mattress in her closet because this is supposed to be a Comfort Byun Baekhyun Thing, not a Spill Jongdae's Secrets, Yeah Thanks Kyungsoo Thing thing-
"i'll do a pixie cut, and buy you choc mint chip and very berry strawberry icecream, and you'll tell me about this person okay jongdaeyah- yes kyungsoo, i'll get you that belgian chocolate flavour stop smooching me ew get away JONGDAE MAKE HER STOP-"
jongdae doesn't want tomorrow to come.
ps: crit please? yes, this is a whole chunk of text sobs T___T i have a feeling there'll be a short continuation bc i don't want this to end just at that ooop UH YEA