drunken mistakes.
title: drunken mistakes
author: futurebruises
pairing: chansoo
rating: nc-17 (idk it's not that smutty but idk)
warnings: chanyeol w/nipple piercings.
genre: drama, smut, humor
length: 2550w, oneshot
summary: kyungsoo is a bad drinker, but it's never been this bad before. inspired by this prompt on exopromptmeme.
a/n: i don't know what this is and it's not too well proofed yet. whoops.
“Another gin and tonic, please?” Kyungsoo asks glumly, swirling his pair of mini straws through the ice of the last one. He doesn’t usually drink because he got sick of his friends making fun of him for being a lightweight about halfway through college and therefore became the token lame friend/designated driver, claiming moral superiority when everyone knew the ugly truth and pestered him about it constantly.
And now he only drinks on special occasions: when he’s really pissed and when he’s really, really bored. Right now, it’s the former. He’s staying at his stepmom’s place with his nightmare of a 5-year-old stepbrother because Baekhyun got a new boyfriend and kicked him out, Jongin found a new booty call, and Minseok, his one sane friend, is in China with - you guessed it - his new rich boyfriend and Joonmyeon is already housesitting for them. Also, Kyungsoo’s new boss is a huge asshole who wants him to work overtime, so it’s nearly 11 at night and he’s just now getting to his second drink.
He’s pretty drunk already, though, and he knows it. He knows it because he can’t stop staring at the vaguely familiar tall guy in the white v-neck three seats away who’s smiling really big at the bartender and just ordered a bunch of shots for himself - way too many for one person - and Kyungsoo is just forming the thoughts to wonder if he should use the three weeks he spent on a pre-med track to tell him he should be concerned for his health when the guy turns to him and offers him one.
And Kyungsoo is way too blinded by the guy’s ridiculous smile to realize what he’s doing until the tequila is burning down his throat, and by then he’s pretty far gone. His thought process is entirely dominated by varying degrees of whiteness, from the tall guy’s tee shirt to his teeth to the flames darting across his skin when their hands accidentally brush on the second shot.
He gulps it down, and then time passes and the guy looks kind of melancholy staring into the empty shotglasses and Kyungsoo grabs his big hand on a weird little philanthropic instinct and then the guy says he’s Chanyeol and then they’re making out in a cab, zooming through the weird neon darkness toward Chanyeol’s apartment.
While Kyungsoo might not be a great drinker, Jongin’s trained him well at sex, and he’s got a hand in Chanyeol’s v-neck before Chanyeol can even kick the cab door closed. Chanyeol’s big hands are on his waist and traveling lower, and they scoop him up right when Kyungsoo’s fingers make purchase on the most electrifyingly exciting thing he’s found in a long time.
See, Chanyeol’s got a cold metal bar pierced through each hardened nipple, and the little growl he lets out when Kyungsoo tugs at one is electric.
The elevator ride is distressingly long, even in Chanyeol’s arms, and Chanyeol keeps trying to kiss Kyungsoo to distract him, but it doesn’t work.
Kyungsoo, the poor, drunk boy, is fixated, and the moment they’re out of the hallway with the apartment door shut behind them, he yanks Chanyeol into the bathroom - it just so happens to be the first room he finds in the unfamiliar place - and slams him against the door with all the strength in his streamlined little body so he can shove the shirt up and tongue the metal with a drunken sort of curiosity.
Chanyeol is pretty helpless to do anything but groan in that mysteriously lovely low voice of his and tangle his hands in Kyungsoo’s hair, which has grown out a little too much in his recent fits of existential crises. Chanyeol doesn’t mind because he hates how short his own hair is and he hasn’t had anyone so fixated on him since Yi Fan left him for that cocky pretty boy three months ago.
The nipple piercings had honestly been a drunken mistake and totally inappropriate for someone with his standing and career, a constant reminder of his own stupidity, but he doesn’t regret them at all right now.
He frees his own hands from where they’re stupidly petrified to the wall and moves them back to Kyungsoo’s ass, scraping at his hips to strip off his jeans. Kyungsoo has nice lips, dexterous and hot on Chanyeol’s sweaty chest, and his teeth scrape little claims down his soft stomach when they finally get enough of the piercings.
Chanyeol forgets everything but Kyungsoo’s mouth for quite a while. Kyungsoo gives Chanyeol the best blowjob or two of his life and Chanyeol fucks him on top of the sink in return and they make out until they fall asleep or something.
And Kyungsoo wakes up in the morning with a miserable headache that’s pounding in rhythm with the rain, which makes no sense considering that sun is streaming in through the blinds. He blunders about the sticky muck of hungover thoughts until he sees the clothes on the ground and the bathroom door left halfway ajar.
He groans, noticing the tall figure through the tempered glass of the shower door, and he can’t decide if he wants to bolt or if he wants shower sex. His head hurts, but something in him has given up on dignity, and he doesn’t really want to go home to his stepmom’s place. He’s already naked anyway, so why not?
He steps into the shower and Chanyeol’s hands are on him in an instant, soapy and warm, and the water feels a bit like it’s cleansing them both of their sins. Chanyeol stoops his head to kiss Kyungsoo and Kyungsoo stands on his tiptoes and it’s all really romantic until Kyungsoo slips and Chanyeol can’t stop laughing and they end up on the bathroom floor all over again, still soapy and soon to be rather bruised.
“It’s not too late to write your number on a napkin and run away like a cheap hooker,” Chanyeol mumurs, deadpan, face between Kyungsoo’s legs, but Kyungsoo shakes his head.
“At least let me rinse off first,” he insists, smirking, and he can feel Chanyeol’s grin on the sensitive flesh of his aching thigh.
“Awesome,” he laughs, kissing the base of Kyungsoo’s cock before picking himself up and offering a hand out to the smaller man.
This time around, it’s more successful. Chanyeol sucks Kyungsoo off as an apology, and while he’s pretty sloppy and inexperienced and uses his blinding teeth a lot, a blowjob is a blowjob and Kyungsoo isn’t complaining. The second he comes, though, Kyungsoo pulls him up by the hair so he can kiss him properly and thumbing at the metal crossing his hardened nipples. The noises he receives in response are more than satisfactory - he’s good at reading people, he thinks, and he’s pretty sure Chanyeol gets off on being a little bit helpless.
It would come off as stupidity were Kyungsoo anyone else or a little less helpless himself, but he sees the glint in those eyes and he knows that they aren’t just desperate. They carry a mischievous, childish intelligence, and who’s to judge him for what turns him on?
Kyungsoo kisses him again and Chanyeol is careful, lubricating his fingers with whatever surprisingly expensive stuff he has in his shower. He wants to wonder about what this gangly guy does for a living but he isn’t given much of a chance because before he knows it, he’s fingered and fucked into the tempered glass and left panting when Chanyeol grabs a towel and steps back into the bedroom.
“Give me a second, would ya?” he asks as he disappears.
Kyungsoo nods, leaning against the shower wall and letting his breath catch up to him. It’s so unlike him to do this with a total stranger, and it feels so good, but then something tweaks his thought process as he replays that deep voice in his head and he realizes why Chanyeol seemed so familiar in the bar.
It’s because he’s not a total stranger. Kyungsoo’s seen Chanyeol on a million mornings and a million afternoons. Chanyeol’s his little stepbrother’s fucking kindergarten teacher who’s patient and sweet and plays silly folk songs on guitar to little five-year-olds and now it turns out he likes buying said little kids’ older stepbrothers drinks and fucking them in his bathroom, especially if they play with his nipple piercings.
Suddenly, everything feels dirty and sticky and he’s pretty sure he’s about to throw up. Kyungsoo’s libido is overheated and his head hurts and even though he’s pretty sure he’s lost all respect for him, he really hopes that Chanyeol won’t hate him for rushing out. The gangly idiot - fucking Park Seonsaengnim - offered it as an option in the first place, and Kyungsoo really fucking needs to come to terms with what he’s just done with this guy that he kind of idolized.
Call it stupid, but Chanyeol does kind of have his life together. Kyungsoo’s always been envious of how he has such a reasonable career at such a young age and all of that, but now it’s becoming a whole lot more transparent and Kyungsoo can’t tell if he’s turned on by it all or disgusted.
He’s leaning toward disgusted as he pulls his pants on and stumbles around for a while in a futile search for his shirt. It’s probably in the bedroom, but he keeps looking, inhaling deeply until his newfound realization, his own movement, the scent of sex, and all of those tequila shots have him on his knees, retching into the toilet bowl.
Chanyeol bursts out of the bedroom, fitted white shirt still unbuttoned, wide eyes concerned. Kyungsoo looks up at him, sweaty and pathetic, and Chanyeol sighs softly.
“Poor thing,” he murmurs, lowering himself down and pushing Kyungsoo’s hair out of his face as best as he can, even though it’s not halfway long enough. Kyungsoo would be lying if his poor, exhausted heart didn’t pound a little at the simple proximity, but he can’t handle it because he’s honestly being treated like a five-year-old by the man who he was convinced was a sex god no more than ten minutes ago. He feels scared and gross and dirty and the sight of Chanyeol’s soft chest, paleness broken by scratches and bitemarks and the two metal bars. This has to be sacrilegious, some kind of blasphemy.
He picks himself up, mumbles an apology, and runs out the door, only detouring briefly to grab his phone and his shirt from the bedroom, leaving Chanyeol kneeling on the bathroom floor.
“Give me your number, at least? I - I’m sorry if I did anything!” the taller boy calls after him, but he’s gone, and the emptiness settles over Chanyeol’s apartment with a melancholy quickness.
Chanyeol’s a little slower with this kind of thing. It’s not his fault.
Kyungsoo, though, is freaking out. He dials Minseok’s number, hoping to death that the long-distance fee isn’t too bad, because he really needs to figure out what’s wrong with himself.
It’s turned off, though, and of course the little recorded message is stupid and cutesy, half Jongdae and half Minseok and mildly sexual. Kyungsoo only manages to leave a frantic, strangled voicemail before realizing he’s in the opposite corner of the city to his own and he’s lost and confused.
“… oh, fuck me, ugh, hi Minseok, it’s Kyungsoo, and I know you’re probably having sex with Jongdae right now but I thought you should know that, um, I’m kind of in the middle of an emergency and it’d be cool if you could call me back because I think I just hooked up with my little brother’s kindergarten teacher and he lives in fuck-all nowhere in the middle of the business district and I’m lost and I ran out on him and he was really fucking good but I feel dirty and sick and fuck, just… call me back?”
Minseok doesn’t call back or even for the entirety of the metro ride back to Kyungsoo’s house. He can’t even look at his stepmother or brother once he’s in the house, just runs to his room and strips his clothes and flops on the bed to sleep. He considers showering or putting on different clothes, but everything has these new connotations now and nothing is sacred and he can’t look at anything without thinking of Chanyeol and so he sleeps through the night and sleeps through Sunday, trying to cleanse himself without going near the shower.
He finally gets himself up around 4 in the morning on Monday and forces himself into the spray of hot water, nearly too tired to even remember Friday night. He’ll probably see Chanyeol today, considering that his stepmom is most likely hungover and his work won’t start until ten. He just scrubs, doesn’t think, and by the time he’s out, he feels a little more like a human being.
Sitting on his bed in the towel, he notices that Minseok finally replied to him.
mssg rcvd 4:13 a.m. hey, sorry i just got your text. you hooked up with a kindergarten teacher??
Kyungsoo groans to himself and sighs, something stupid in him telling him to play it cool.
mssg sent 4:17 a.m. yea. it’s kind of weird knowing that there are kindergarten teachers out there with their nipples pierced…
mssg rcvd 4:19 a.m. is he cute?? if he is and he’s got a steady job then go for it.
mssg sent 4:25 a.m. dude. he teaches sehun. i can’t do that.
mssg rcvd 4:27 a.m. dude, you already did. grow a pair and ask him out or something.
mssg sent 4:30 a.m. it’s not that easy!!! first of all i totally walked out on him and second of all he’s still my five-year-old brother’s teacher. it’s pervy and gross. and he has nipple piercings.
mssg rcvd 4:42 a.m. just stop being a pussy and do something. jongdae’s up now though so i’m out. good luck little one!
Kyungsoo considers whining about how Minseok’s shorter than him but decides against it. He hates his friend for being reasonable and for dating a pretty little rich boy who also happens to be a nymphomaniac, but mostly just for being reasonable.
There’s nothing wrong with hooking up with cute guys, and steady jobs are an undeniable plus. Kyungsoo hates moving firms, shuffling papers for a new bossy asshole every few months. He sighs and sits up, pulling on a baby blue button-down and slacks, and drafts his stupid love note fourteen times before settling on something simple. Now all that’s left is to wait for Sehun to wake up and eat breakfast so that they can head down to the damn private primary school and Kyungsoo can tap Chanyeol on the broad shoulder and see the surprise in his wide eyes and slip him the note and murmur an apology and meet him this Friday for drinks, but less this time, so that he can actually figure out what he wants, but he’s pretty sure he still wants to give Chanyeol the best blowjob or two of his life and get fucked on top of the sink and make out with him until they fall asleep or something.
All that’s left is to wait, but there’s a pleasant hope blooming in Kyungsoo’s head while he does so.
author: futurebruises
pairing: chansoo
rating: nc-17 (idk it's not that smutty but idk)
warnings: chanyeol w/nipple piercings.
genre: drama, smut, humor
length: 2550w, oneshot
summary: kyungsoo is a bad drinker, but it's never been this bad before. inspired by this prompt on exopromptmeme.
a/n: i don't know what this is and it's not too well proofed yet. whoops.
“Another gin and tonic, please?” Kyungsoo asks glumly, swirling his pair of mini straws through the ice of the last one. He doesn’t usually drink because he got sick of his friends making fun of him for being a lightweight about halfway through college and therefore became the token lame friend/designated driver, claiming moral superiority when everyone knew the ugly truth and pestered him about it constantly.
And now he only drinks on special occasions: when he’s really pissed and when he’s really, really bored. Right now, it’s the former. He’s staying at his stepmom’s place with his nightmare of a 5-year-old stepbrother because Baekhyun got a new boyfriend and kicked him out, Jongin found a new booty call, and Minseok, his one sane friend, is in China with - you guessed it - his new rich boyfriend and Joonmyeon is already housesitting for them. Also, Kyungsoo’s new boss is a huge asshole who wants him to work overtime, so it’s nearly 11 at night and he’s just now getting to his second drink.
He’s pretty drunk already, though, and he knows it. He knows it because he can’t stop staring at the vaguely familiar tall guy in the white v-neck three seats away who’s smiling really big at the bartender and just ordered a bunch of shots for himself - way too many for one person - and Kyungsoo is just forming the thoughts to wonder if he should use the three weeks he spent on a pre-med track to tell him he should be concerned for his health when the guy turns to him and offers him one.
And Kyungsoo is way too blinded by the guy’s ridiculous smile to realize what he’s doing until the tequila is burning down his throat, and by then he’s pretty far gone. His thought process is entirely dominated by varying degrees of whiteness, from the tall guy’s tee shirt to his teeth to the flames darting across his skin when their hands accidentally brush on the second shot.
He gulps it down, and then time passes and the guy looks kind of melancholy staring into the empty shotglasses and Kyungsoo grabs his big hand on a weird little philanthropic instinct and then the guy says he’s Chanyeol and then they’re making out in a cab, zooming through the weird neon darkness toward Chanyeol’s apartment.
While Kyungsoo might not be a great drinker, Jongin’s trained him well at sex, and he’s got a hand in Chanyeol’s v-neck before Chanyeol can even kick the cab door closed. Chanyeol’s big hands are on his waist and traveling lower, and they scoop him up right when Kyungsoo’s fingers make purchase on the most electrifyingly exciting thing he’s found in a long time.
See, Chanyeol’s got a cold metal bar pierced through each hardened nipple, and the little growl he lets out when Kyungsoo tugs at one is electric.
The elevator ride is distressingly long, even in Chanyeol’s arms, and Chanyeol keeps trying to kiss Kyungsoo to distract him, but it doesn’t work.
Kyungsoo, the poor, drunk boy, is fixated, and the moment they’re out of the hallway with the apartment door shut behind them, he yanks Chanyeol into the bathroom - it just so happens to be the first room he finds in the unfamiliar place - and slams him against the door with all the strength in his streamlined little body so he can shove the shirt up and tongue the metal with a drunken sort of curiosity.
Chanyeol is pretty helpless to do anything but groan in that mysteriously lovely low voice of his and tangle his hands in Kyungsoo’s hair, which has grown out a little too much in his recent fits of existential crises. Chanyeol doesn’t mind because he hates how short his own hair is and he hasn’t had anyone so fixated on him since Yi Fan left him for that cocky pretty boy three months ago.
The nipple piercings had honestly been a drunken mistake and totally inappropriate for someone with his standing and career, a constant reminder of his own stupidity, but he doesn’t regret them at all right now.
He frees his own hands from where they’re stupidly petrified to the wall and moves them back to Kyungsoo’s ass, scraping at his hips to strip off his jeans. Kyungsoo has nice lips, dexterous and hot on Chanyeol’s sweaty chest, and his teeth scrape little claims down his soft stomach when they finally get enough of the piercings.
Chanyeol forgets everything but Kyungsoo’s mouth for quite a while. Kyungsoo gives Chanyeol the best blowjob or two of his life and Chanyeol fucks him on top of the sink in return and they make out until they fall asleep or something.
And Kyungsoo wakes up in the morning with a miserable headache that’s pounding in rhythm with the rain, which makes no sense considering that sun is streaming in through the blinds. He blunders about the sticky muck of hungover thoughts until he sees the clothes on the ground and the bathroom door left halfway ajar.
He groans, noticing the tall figure through the tempered glass of the shower door, and he can’t decide if he wants to bolt or if he wants shower sex. His head hurts, but something in him has given up on dignity, and he doesn’t really want to go home to his stepmom’s place. He’s already naked anyway, so why not?
He steps into the shower and Chanyeol’s hands are on him in an instant, soapy and warm, and the water feels a bit like it’s cleansing them both of their sins. Chanyeol stoops his head to kiss Kyungsoo and Kyungsoo stands on his tiptoes and it’s all really romantic until Kyungsoo slips and Chanyeol can’t stop laughing and they end up on the bathroom floor all over again, still soapy and soon to be rather bruised.
“It’s not too late to write your number on a napkin and run away like a cheap hooker,” Chanyeol mumurs, deadpan, face between Kyungsoo’s legs, but Kyungsoo shakes his head.
“At least let me rinse off first,” he insists, smirking, and he can feel Chanyeol’s grin on the sensitive flesh of his aching thigh.
“Awesome,” he laughs, kissing the base of Kyungsoo’s cock before picking himself up and offering a hand out to the smaller man.
This time around, it’s more successful. Chanyeol sucks Kyungsoo off as an apology, and while he’s pretty sloppy and inexperienced and uses his blinding teeth a lot, a blowjob is a blowjob and Kyungsoo isn’t complaining. The second he comes, though, Kyungsoo pulls him up by the hair so he can kiss him properly and thumbing at the metal crossing his hardened nipples. The noises he receives in response are more than satisfactory - he’s good at reading people, he thinks, and he’s pretty sure Chanyeol gets off on being a little bit helpless.
It would come off as stupidity were Kyungsoo anyone else or a little less helpless himself, but he sees the glint in those eyes and he knows that they aren’t just desperate. They carry a mischievous, childish intelligence, and who’s to judge him for what turns him on?
Kyungsoo kisses him again and Chanyeol is careful, lubricating his fingers with whatever surprisingly expensive stuff he has in his shower. He wants to wonder about what this gangly guy does for a living but he isn’t given much of a chance because before he knows it, he’s fingered and fucked into the tempered glass and left panting when Chanyeol grabs a towel and steps back into the bedroom.
“Give me a second, would ya?” he asks as he disappears.
Kyungsoo nods, leaning against the shower wall and letting his breath catch up to him. It’s so unlike him to do this with a total stranger, and it feels so good, but then something tweaks his thought process as he replays that deep voice in his head and he realizes why Chanyeol seemed so familiar in the bar.
It’s because he’s not a total stranger. Kyungsoo’s seen Chanyeol on a million mornings and a million afternoons. Chanyeol’s his little stepbrother’s fucking kindergarten teacher who’s patient and sweet and plays silly folk songs on guitar to little five-year-olds and now it turns out he likes buying said little kids’ older stepbrothers drinks and fucking them in his bathroom, especially if they play with his nipple piercings.
Suddenly, everything feels dirty and sticky and he’s pretty sure he’s about to throw up. Kyungsoo’s libido is overheated and his head hurts and even though he’s pretty sure he’s lost all respect for him, he really hopes that Chanyeol won’t hate him for rushing out. The gangly idiot - fucking Park Seonsaengnim - offered it as an option in the first place, and Kyungsoo really fucking needs to come to terms with what he’s just done with this guy that he kind of idolized.
Call it stupid, but Chanyeol does kind of have his life together. Kyungsoo’s always been envious of how he has such a reasonable career at such a young age and all of that, but now it’s becoming a whole lot more transparent and Kyungsoo can’t tell if he’s turned on by it all or disgusted.
He’s leaning toward disgusted as he pulls his pants on and stumbles around for a while in a futile search for his shirt. It’s probably in the bedroom, but he keeps looking, inhaling deeply until his newfound realization, his own movement, the scent of sex, and all of those tequila shots have him on his knees, retching into the toilet bowl.
Chanyeol bursts out of the bedroom, fitted white shirt still unbuttoned, wide eyes concerned. Kyungsoo looks up at him, sweaty and pathetic, and Chanyeol sighs softly.
“Poor thing,” he murmurs, lowering himself down and pushing Kyungsoo’s hair out of his face as best as he can, even though it’s not halfway long enough. Kyungsoo would be lying if his poor, exhausted heart didn’t pound a little at the simple proximity, but he can’t handle it because he’s honestly being treated like a five-year-old by the man who he was convinced was a sex god no more than ten minutes ago. He feels scared and gross and dirty and the sight of Chanyeol’s soft chest, paleness broken by scratches and bitemarks and the two metal bars. This has to be sacrilegious, some kind of blasphemy.
He picks himself up, mumbles an apology, and runs out the door, only detouring briefly to grab his phone and his shirt from the bedroom, leaving Chanyeol kneeling on the bathroom floor.
“Give me your number, at least? I - I’m sorry if I did anything!” the taller boy calls after him, but he’s gone, and the emptiness settles over Chanyeol’s apartment with a melancholy quickness.
Chanyeol’s a little slower with this kind of thing. It’s not his fault.
Kyungsoo, though, is freaking out. He dials Minseok’s number, hoping to death that the long-distance fee isn’t too bad, because he really needs to figure out what’s wrong with himself.
It’s turned off, though, and of course the little recorded message is stupid and cutesy, half Jongdae and half Minseok and mildly sexual. Kyungsoo only manages to leave a frantic, strangled voicemail before realizing he’s in the opposite corner of the city to his own and he’s lost and confused.
“… oh, fuck me, ugh, hi Minseok, it’s Kyungsoo, and I know you’re probably having sex with Jongdae right now but I thought you should know that, um, I’m kind of in the middle of an emergency and it’d be cool if you could call me back because I think I just hooked up with my little brother’s kindergarten teacher and he lives in fuck-all nowhere in the middle of the business district and I’m lost and I ran out on him and he was really fucking good but I feel dirty and sick and fuck, just… call me back?”
Minseok doesn’t call back or even for the entirety of the metro ride back to Kyungsoo’s house. He can’t even look at his stepmother or brother once he’s in the house, just runs to his room and strips his clothes and flops on the bed to sleep. He considers showering or putting on different clothes, but everything has these new connotations now and nothing is sacred and he can’t look at anything without thinking of Chanyeol and so he sleeps through the night and sleeps through Sunday, trying to cleanse himself without going near the shower.
He finally gets himself up around 4 in the morning on Monday and forces himself into the spray of hot water, nearly too tired to even remember Friday night. He’ll probably see Chanyeol today, considering that his stepmom is most likely hungover and his work won’t start until ten. He just scrubs, doesn’t think, and by the time he’s out, he feels a little more like a human being.
Sitting on his bed in the towel, he notices that Minseok finally replied to him.
mssg rcvd 4:13 a.m. hey, sorry i just got your text. you hooked up with a kindergarten teacher??
Kyungsoo groans to himself and sighs, something stupid in him telling him to play it cool.
mssg sent 4:17 a.m. yea. it’s kind of weird knowing that there are kindergarten teachers out there with their nipples pierced…
mssg rcvd 4:19 a.m. is he cute?? if he is and he’s got a steady job then go for it.
mssg sent 4:25 a.m. dude. he teaches sehun. i can’t do that.
mssg rcvd 4:27 a.m. dude, you already did. grow a pair and ask him out or something.
mssg sent 4:30 a.m. it’s not that easy!!! first of all i totally walked out on him and second of all he’s still my five-year-old brother’s teacher. it’s pervy and gross. and he has nipple piercings.
mssg rcvd 4:42 a.m. just stop being a pussy and do something. jongdae’s up now though so i’m out. good luck little one!
Kyungsoo considers whining about how Minseok’s shorter than him but decides against it. He hates his friend for being reasonable and for dating a pretty little rich boy who also happens to be a nymphomaniac, but mostly just for being reasonable.
There’s nothing wrong with hooking up with cute guys, and steady jobs are an undeniable plus. Kyungsoo hates moving firms, shuffling papers for a new bossy asshole every few months. He sighs and sits up, pulling on a baby blue button-down and slacks, and drafts his stupid love note fourteen times before settling on something simple. Now all that’s left is to wait for Sehun to wake up and eat breakfast so that they can head down to the damn private primary school and Kyungsoo can tap Chanyeol on the broad shoulder and see the surprise in his wide eyes and slip him the note and murmur an apology and meet him this Friday for drinks, but less this time, so that he can actually figure out what he wants, but he’s pretty sure he still wants to give Chanyeol the best blowjob or two of his life and get fucked on top of the sink and make out with him until they fall asleep or something.
All that’s left is to wait, but there’s a pleasant hope blooming in Kyungsoo’s head while he does so.