post #15
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1. post anonymously unless linking to a fill posted somewhere else
2. use the subject line to indicate pairing (in alphabetical order using stage names i.e.baekhyun/chanyeol) prompt details go in the comment.
3. use necessary content warnings
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1. post anonymously unless linking to a fill posted somewhere else
2. use the subject line to indicate pairing (in alphabetical order using stage names i.e.baekhyun/chanyeol) prompt details go in the comment.
3. use necessary content warnings
4. do not embed on meme. link to images/videos. label nsfw content.
5. do not repost prompts ( Read more... )
Baekhee pillows her chin in her hand, brown curls slithering over her shoulder. “I don’t get it? I didn’t know Kyungsoo was your type.” Sejung hums. She’s not sure if Baekhee will ever get it, why Sejung feels heat fanning over her when she’s in Kyungsoo’s presence, why she likes their disagreements and how he’s always pushing her to work hard.
“Is that why you rejected Zitao last month? And Jongin last week? Aw, come on, why didn’t you tell me?! I could have been the one to comfort their broken hearts after you stomped on them!” Baekhee whines, playful and purposefully annoying when she pulls on the sleeve of Sejung’s striped sweater.
“Sorry,” Sejung laughs, relaxing now that it’s clear Baekhee isn’t going to comment on Sejung’s (impeccable) taste again.
“So you reject them,” Baekhee muses, once their giggles have been quieted, “But not Do Kyungsoo,” she pauses, thinking. “What is it about him?”
Sejung doesn’t answer; she only smiles to herself, a quirk of her lips beneath her furled hand. For now, she’ll keep just how lovely Kyungsoo is close to her own chest, heartbeat thumping furiously against her ribcage.
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By some stroke of luck, Wu Fan, the freakishly tall Canadian basketball star that Baekhee definitely wants to lick a body shot off of, accosts her in the hallway after school, and Sejung manages to escape down the staircase and hurry outside. A reasonable amount of students are milling about the sloping campus, but the crowd is thin enough that Sejung sees Kyungsoo waiting for her at the foot of the long row of steps. Her hold on her backpack straps tightens, and she marches down to him, legs just a tad bit shaky.
Light-headedness is a common symptom of just a simple crush, right? Sejung endures the sensation when she comes to an unsteady stop next to Kyungsoo, who comes up to her chin today; Sejung had worn her flattest sneakers on purpose. It doesn’t really matter though. Kyungsoo may be shorter, but under his soft, affectionate gaze, Sejung feels tiny, melting down into a fidgety mass of happiness.
“Hi,” she says, shivering a little. It hadn’t been cold enough for a coat when she’d left the house this morning, so she had thought her cozy sweater would be enough.
“Sejung,” Kyungsoo responds in greeting, and he looks worried, small hand coming up to cup her elbow. “Where’s your jacket?”
“Home,” she admits, and Kyungsoo furrows his brow. “I know, it was stupid.”
He frowns. “A little stupid.” Affronted, she opens her mouth to protest, but-- “It’s okay.” Kyungsoo smiles with his heart-shaped mouth and Sejung melts, even in this chill, just a bit. “I’ll keep you warm.” He extends his arm, and Sejung wastes no time in tucking herself against him, crooking her elbow around his neck, his cool cheek pressing up to her neck for a second before he tugs her into motion.
“So cheesy,” she says, hiding her surprise at the gesture with teasing, and he wiggles his eyebrows, faux debonair. “Did you bring your car today?”
“You only like me for my car,” he says suspiciously, tightening his grip on her waist. She inhales oddly, almost choking on the cold air.
“Lies,” she manages.
“Good, because we happen to be walking to the diner.”
“Oh really? Well, in that case, if you don’t have your car,” she starts to draw away, grin itching at her lips, though Kyungsoo’s warmth vacating her side, even for a moment, leaves her feeling empty, “I have to go--”
“Come back here!” Kyungsoo says fiercely, and she laughs, yanking Kyungsoo closer to her body, cheek against his soft dark hair. She loves the way it curves down into a natural sweep, the clean smell of his shampoo, the way its onyx hue contrasts with her fairy-pink locks. “You think you’re funny.”
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“Whatever,” he jibes. “Hey, you never texted me your favorite cake.”
“Chocolate,” Sejung hums in anticipation.
“Mine too,” Kyungsoo says with an easy, knee-weakening smile.
They slip into easy conversation after that, about their classes, their irritating Chemistry teacher, their shared favorite TV show. Explicit mentions about how this is a date go unspoken. And that’s fine, because the air is different anyway, a bit more serious, and Sejung knows that her thumb rubbing circles at Kyungsoo’s nape, over one of his cute birthmarks, and Kyungsoo’s nose brushing her neck, is starting to mean something deeper.
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As much as Sejung hates homework and Chemistry, Kyungsoo makes the assignment worthwhile. They steal a booth in the back for the next few hours, their ankles bumping under the table, Kyungsoo flashing her a sheepish grin over their leaflets of notes and findings everytime it happens.
(“Your legs are so long,” says Kyungsoo, twirling a pencil between his fingers and softly poking Sejung in the arm with the eraser. “Keep to your side of the table.” His words are timed with his skinny ankles bracketing Sejung’s bony ones.
“Have a problem with my legs, Do Kyungsoo?” she asks, playing casual by faking interest in one of Kyungsoo’s meticulously drawn up charts, as if the warmth of his skin, even through two layers of denim, isn’t making her heartbeat stutter.
“Maybe I do.” Sejung squirms in her seat when Kyungsoo flipped the page of her notebook and their fingers brush, feather-light. At least, she notes with a hurried glance, Kyungsoo’s own cheeks are pink now, too. “Maybe I don’t,” he murmurs, his low voice always sending tendrils of heat unfurling through her.)
When Sejung complains of exhaustion and boredom, he frowns at her until she agrees to at least help him complete one last chart before he buys them dinner--and, more importantly, a piece of chocolate cake to share. Sejung’s favorite; Kyungsoo pays attention.
“Is this my reward?” she questions, licking between the tines of her fork, chocolatey goodness trying to escape her. It’s with pleasure slicing through her belly and Kyungsoo’s wide eyes following her tongue’s travels that Sejung learns, despite his politeness and the way he hadn’t peeked at her cleavage when she bent over the table to fetch her runaway pencil earlier, that even Kyungsoo isn’t immune to her (accidental and clumsy) wiles.
“For what?” Kyungsoo blinks, recovering smoothly, “I’ve been doing all the work.”
Sejung gasps. “Have not! I have... contributed a lot.” She busies herself with another forkful of cake, mumbling, “I suck at Chem.”
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“Thank you,” she says archly, lips pursed into a line until she lets herself go, shoulders shaking with amusement. “Glad my attempts to understand ions are appreciated.”
“It’d be nicer if you could understand more than just ions--hey! Stop--flicking cake at me! Are you five?”
She keeps projecting crumbs at his permafrown, the chipped lavender of her nails dotted with chocolate stains, until Kyungsoo smudges her cheek with frosting, a luminous, smug smile stretching across his face.
Sejung gapes at him. “You didn’t.”
Kyungsoo rolls his eyes. “And you call me uptight.” Sejung slumps in her seat, using her fingers to get the smear of cake off her cheek, and fails miserably. “C’mere,” Kyungsoo laughs at her expense, beckoning her forward, and Sejung obeys with a deep frown of her own this time, leaning over the chaotic tabletop.
With a napkin, he cleans her face, careful not to rub Sejung’s soft skin too roughly, and if he notice the blotchy flush that works its way up Sejung’s neck at his doting, he graciously doesn’t comment.
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Backpacks and stomachs full and the sky purpling with evening, Kyungsoo accompanies Sejung to the bus stop, her house too far to be considered walking distance. He holds her hand the whole way, swinging their twined grasp between their bodies, casual as anything. Kyungsoo doesn’t say anything about the novelty of it all, their date and the weight of Sejung pressing against him and the touching that skates past platonic now.
Sejung, though, can’t help herself. “You used to get annoyed with me for doing our project wrong, for breathing weirdly--” Kyungsoo snorts at her exaggeration, “--and now you’re babying me, almost.” He quiets.
“Am not,” he denies with little heat.
“I could have walked to the bus stop alone,” she points out. “It’s out of your way. You only live a block away from the diner.”
“...Maybe I am, then,” he admits grudgingly, scuffing his sneakers against the pavement when they slow in front of the bus stop, on the outskirts of a small huddle of people. Sejung gets the vague feeling Kyungsoo doesn’t dote on people easily, but when he does, he does it wholeheartedly, almost blindly. Like he really, really cares. She bites her lip. “Only a little.”
He looks vulnerable in the darkening light, which is perfect because Sejung is feeling a little too open herself. Kyungsoo’s eyes are on their fingers now, and despite the others around them, they seem alone, the two of them and their feelings and the taste of shared chocolate cake lingering on Sejung’s tongue.
Feeling daring, Sejung slips their fingers apart, only to interlock her hands around Kyungsoo’s neck, peering down at him through a swoop of pinned-back bangs. Quietly, Kyungsoo places his palms flat on her shoulders, eyes flickering up at her before he inexplicably buries his face in her neck. It’s calm and warm, his breath tickling her throat, and she’s indescribably happy, like this, her tiny lab partner in her arms.
(Kyungsoo doesn’t spring up on his toes to kiss her; she leans down, knuckles tightening around his neck, his small hands cradling her face, and kissing Kyungsoo feels like a lazy Sunday, unhurried and soft, sleepy and content.)
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“Told you what?” Sejung drawls tiredly. She hadn’t gotten much sleep last night, between thinking about Kyungsoo and shooting him annoying texts to distract him from his homework, pushing his buttons and stopping right before he got too fussy.
“Why do you like your new boyfriend so much?” Baekhee clarifies, picking at a tiny run in her pantyhose.
A dull flush rises, but Sejung thinks carefully anyway. About her boyfriend.
“I...” She worries her lip with her teeth, chin balanced on her knees, “He doesn’t take my shit,” Baekhee snorts and Sejung grins. “He makes me want to do better, because he works so hard himself. And he’s funny and sweet and so caring. And smart, and talented, and so attractive, Baekhee.” She likes so many other things about him: how he’s independent, encouraging, takes care of her when she’s too lazy to; how he kisses her shyly but intently.
How he feels so right and perfect with her long arms wound around him.
Baekhee would tease her more than she already is going to, so Sejung keeps quiet.
Baekhee whistles. “God, you have it bad.”
“It’s okay.” Sejung shrugs, thinking about the slightest tremble of Kyungsoo’s kiss before she boarded the bus, the look in his eyes when she caught him staring at her over Chemistry notes and diner food, the times he wore a faint flush of his own. She smiles coyly. “I think he has it bad, too.”
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hi op! hope this is what you wanted and that you enjoyed this!! <3
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thank you for writing this
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Then... KyungSoo, oh god, it was just so cute. Everything about him, so perfect, 'cause I think he'd be like that! And Sejung, oh Sejung, so cute too! I can even form proper sentences, gosh u//u But I love this very much<3
After I put the prompt I though that whoever wanted to fill it will think about the school prom, but THIS is so much better <3
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yay!!! kyungsoo is always difficult for me to write so i'm super psyched you liked my characterization!!
omg honestly i was originally going down the school dance route but scrapped it and just incorporated the things you wanted like this instead. jnrgkmdsl thank you so much! :D :D still so happy you liked this!
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