Detention

[kais]

Title: Detention
Pairing: Kai/Kyungsoo, side!Chanyeol/Dara, onesided!Kyunghun
Genre: fluff, romance, humor, highschool!au
Rating: nc-17
Length: 10k
Summary: Kyungsoo never goes to detention. He absolutely hates it. Almost as much as he hates Byun Baekhyun, or loves Kim Jongin.

Kyungsoo never goes to detention. He absolutely hates it. Almost as much as he hates Byun Baekhyun, or loves Kim Jongin.

--

This is the day, as a sophomore, Kyungsoo meets Jongin. Cheesy, smirking, freshman Jongin. -

This year, Kyungsoo and the rotten apple of his hate filled eye share an honors biology class, taught by Mr. Wu, a freakishly smart and tall Chinese blonde. Mr. Wu hates Kyungsoo as much as he loves Baekhyun.

(Baekhyun and Kyungsoo had almost got into a fight in first grade- Baekhyun had taken the last of Kyungsoo's favorite drink. It took two teachers to hold him off. Yet they always shared at least one class together since kindergarten, where Kyungsoo would glare at the older between talking to his friends. You can not even fathom the immensity of his hate towards the brunette.)

"Does it seem that Duizhang hates me? And why?" Kyungsoo places his finger on his chin in thinking mode.

"Maybe because you call him Duizhang?" Chanyeol replies.

Kyungsoo, Chanyeol, and Sehun (who all shared in their animosity for Baekhyun) hang out in the biology hall before classes start. They are all closer as friends than Chanyeol is to the low ceiling. The trio wait until a little after the first bell then head to class, like always. Baekhyun usually comes in after the second bell and before the third, but no one really knows what he does before that, even in his school full of people who know where everyone is at anytime of the day, any day. Not that Kyungsoo cares.

The room is filled with pictures of the steps of meiosis and mitosis, polymers of starch, nucleotide drawings, root words, cells, and pictures of geographically isolated guinea pigs that died because they didn't have the right adaptations. Mr. Wu likes pictures, anything to help the students remember what the fucking Endoplasmic Reticulum does. I hate biology I don't even give a shit what it does, Kyungsoo will always think.

"Alright class, today we are doing projects on pathogens," Mr. Wu says as the morning announcements finish.

Kyungsoo sits next to Sehun on the far left of the room- Baekhyun is on the far right- and gets out his school issued laptop. Mr. Wu hands a out a piece of paper with a long list of diseases stretching from cavities to yellow fever. Mr. Wu pretty much bathes in Axe spray everyday and Kyungsoo has to hold his breath when he walks by.

"Aspergillosis?" Sehun turns to Kyungsoo.

"Just pick Mononucleolis, everyone knows what that is," Kyungsoo shrugs, "I'm going to pick Pneumonia."

"Cholera, Ebola, Meningitis, Dysentary," Sehun names off the list in mock interest, "only third world countries like fucking Africa get these kinds of diseases."

"Conjunctivitis is pretty common actually," Baekhyun turns to them from across the room.

Kyungsoo leans over the two person table and flips him off when the teacher isn't looking and Baekhyun looks back at his own desk with wide eyes like he is confused as to why Kyungsoo would do such a thing.

"I really really really want Pneumonia. It is like my favorite disease," Kyungsoo puts a star next to the pathogen and waits for Mr. Wu to get his ish together to officially claim the communicable disease.

"I guess we'll go in order of names, so, Ahn. Which disease do you want?" Mr. Wu holds his clipboard.

"Chlorea, Mr. Wu," the petite kiss ass answers. Kyungsoo has a hard habit of judging his classmates in everything they do, because well, he has nothing better to do and no one can hear his thoughts, so, why not?

"Byun," the teacher calls out next.

"Pneumonia," Baekhyun answers after a minute.

Kyungsoo slams his hands on the table before standing up and pointing an accusatory finger at the brunette.

"Fuck you! That was mine!" He screams across the room. The class collectively gasps.

"Detention!" Mr. Wu calls immediately.

"Wow, you did it this time, man," Sehun looks amused as Kyungsoo packs his stuff. He just smiles at the younger and laughs a demonic laugh while walking around the tables to leave.

"What did I ever do to you?" Baekhyun asks him before he opens the door.

"You crawled up from the depths of hell, Byun," Kyungsoo makes the 'I'm watching you' finger gestures before shutting the door behind himself.

It is a shameful walk to room 10, and Kyungsoo goes as slowly as possible with his head down, scuffing his shoes on the glassy floor. He stares at the door for a while then mutters something along the lines of "curse the entire Byun family," and turns the cold knob.

"What took you so long to get here young man?" The detention administrator is a shrew, 4'2" old lady who smells like cabbage.

"Sorry, it was a long walk," Kyungsoo looks down. Someone else in the room laughs and the old woman scoffs.

The detention room is a small jail with it's own bathroom and the walls are lined with desks with huge wooden separators, detention rules posted on the inside of each one. Kyungsoo sits at cubby #9 which is assigned to him, on the opposite side of the room of the other person.

Kyungsoo stares around the room. The walls, which are an odd shade of white, the water-soaked tile ceiling, the other rotten wood desks... the other boy with dark hair and a lean back, but Kyungsoo will never admit that he's staring. When the boy turns to smirk at him, Kyungsoo finds he has chocolate skin and plump lips. I could get used to his flavor, Kyungsoo thinks with an eyebrow raised.

"Get back to work!" The teach shrieks at the both of them.

Kyungsoo smirks back before turning around to maybe work on his pathogen worksheet. He is going to do Pneumonia, dammit, Baekhyun will not get the satisfaction. He is on slide 11, What Would Happen if Someone With Cystic Fibrosis Caught Pneumonia, when he hears the door click. The teacher has walked right out of the door and left them alone. Slacker.

"What's your name?" Obviously the question is directed towards Kyungsoo, him being the only other one there, so he turns around to answer the seducing voice.

"Kyungsoo. You?"

"Jongin. What are you in here for?" He seems to be amused that someone like Kyungsoo would be there. The older one has to say he is pretty amused himself.

"Oh you know, jumped a couple of tables to shank a kid," both of the boys snort. "Why are you in here?"

"Snorting coke in the bathroom," his lips turn into a full blown smile and Kyungsoo can't help but stare because goddamn.

"Not as hardcore, but I'll accept it," Kyungsoo reigns himself king.

"I've never seen you in detention before, why?" Jongin asks him seriously.

"It's not really my thing you know. I'm a 'don't talk to me and I won't talk to you' sort of person," Jongin seemingly approves his answer.

"Are you glad that I talked to you?" Jongin pries.

What? What the fuck kind of question is that? You don't ask people questions like that after two minutes of knowing them.

"Yeah, I am."

--

Kyungsoo meets Jongin again when the former is driven out of the cafeteria in suppressed rage because Baekhyun brought the same packed lunch as him.

"Why do you even let him get to you like that? It's a fucking lunch box, Kyungsoo," Sehun has followed him out to make sure he doesn't do anything too radical.

"I swear to god he is trying to provoke me! He makes me want to rip my hair out!" Kyungsoo grips his fringe tightly to express just how serious he is.

"Don't do that hyung, you'll mess your hair up," a melodic voice floats from down the hallway.

"Who's he?" Sehun questions.

"Kim Jongin, world class drug user," Kyungsoo smiles while waving to said person.

"Wait, what?" Sehun grabs his arm before he can wander off further. "World class drug user?"

"Yeah, Kim Jongin, and I shank kids."

"You don't know what you're getting yourself into.." Sehun trails off when Jongin is less than a few inches from Kyungsoo.

"Hey hyung," Jongin calls to him. He is dressed in casual jeans and a grey t-shirt.

"Hey!" Kyungsoo says a bit too loudly. "How did you know I was your hyung?" He's suddenly suspicious.

"More people know you than you think, hyung," Jongin smile widens, but Kyungsoo thinks he may have just imagined it.

"And here I thought I was invisible," Kyungsoo pouts.

"Don't do that. You're making me want to hug you, hyung," Jongin coos, Sehun scoffs, and Kyungsoo's cheeks paint themselves pink.

"Anyway, I was going to go to the park after school. I wanted to know if you would come with me?" Jongin asks through the multiple emotions flying across the room.

"Yeah, sure," Kyungsoo replies happily. Sehun glances at the both of them before taking Kyungsoo's arm and dragging him away.

"Meet me by the stairwell!" Jongin yells after them.

"Ya! Do you even know who you're talking to?" Sehun pretty much yells at Kyungsoo.

"What?" Kyungsoo stares in amazement at his usually calm friend's flustered state.

"Kim Jongin. I knew I remember the name and not the face. You really have never heard about him?"

"I don't know half of the people in our grade, you expect me to know a freshman?" Kyungsoo lives under a rock.

"He's not exactly.. your type," Kyungsoo can tell he is choosing his words carefully.

"I'm not even gay, what are you talking about you freak?" Kyungsoo pokes the other boy's cheek carefully, "are you sure you are my friend? My Sehunnie?"

"Y-Yeah," his face becomes flushed, "who else would I be?"

"A big green monster that goes by the name of jealousy," Kyungsoo winks.

Sehun becomes even more flustered before walking off down the hall into the empty JROTC room, even though Sehun has never had that class.

"I bet you," Kyungsoo jumps a little when Sehun suddenly screams from down the hall, "he'll try and make a move on you at the park," Sehun smirks.

"No way, I bet you fifty bucks he isn't even gay," Kyungsoo glares.

"I see your fifty and raise you twenty because something will happen. Deal?"

"Deal, loser."

--

Kyungsoo waits for Jongin by the stairs like he said for exactly 1 minute and 27 seconds before calling it quits and walking back down the hallway. He will never admit this, either, but Sehun's words ring through his head and kind of scare him. What the fuck could those things even mean? Jongin is just a kid who he happened to start a conversation with one day in detention, it wasn't like-

"Kyungsoo hyung!" Jongin catches up to him, out of breath.

"Hey," he says absentmindedly.

"Where were you going?" Jongin throws his arm around the shorter's shoulder.

"I was.. going to check the other stairwell," Kyungsoo was always a good liar.

"Let's get going, shall we?"

The park is your run of the mill, broke-ass local project that never got completed. Although the playground is nice, the asphalt for the basketball court is cracked beyond repair and the track is to small to be considered anything more than a dirt ring. Kyungsoo has been there all of three times for a couple of parties and the Culture Festival their town holds once a year.

"Wanna play basketball?" Jongin shields his eyes from the late afternoon sun.

"I'm not the best, but sure," Kyungsoo answers, picking up someone's random forgotten basketball.

"You get the ball first then, loser," Jongin smirks.

Now he's stealing my nicknames? Game on.

Kyungsoo dribbles the ball 5 times before Jongin comes from behind him and snatches it, running past him and shooting, only to have it bounce back off the backboard and Kyungsoo grabbing it back. They repeat themselves over and over again, hardly ever making a basket. But eventually it gets hard to breath from all the running and dribbling and stealing and failing, so they sit down on a bench by the playground in the shade. They are both very sweaty from the September heat, opting to go back home rather than die from exhaustion.

"I had fun today hyung, we should do it again," Jongin smiles and puts his arm back around the other's shoulder, only to have it knocked it back down.

"Don't touch me. You're sweaty, I'm sweaty, the fucking ground is sweaty," he looks at Jongin and the ground in disgust.

"I don't mind, hyung."

How could Sehun say those things about Jongin? The bet has gone almost totally forgotten to him. Almost.

"And stop calling me hyung, sheesh, making me feel old," Kyungsoo puckers his bottom lip.

"Didn't I tell you to stop that, Kyungsoo?" Jongin looks at him seriously, but when he pushes his bottom lip out a bit more, Jongin's eyes turned into beautiful- what? no. normal, totally not anything special- crescent moons that contort his entire face into this work of Da Vinci himself; he's smiling harder than ever. Might as well be the Mona Lisa.

They are halfway to Jongin's house when it happens.

Kyungsoo feels them. Lips. On his cheek. This pair of lips belong to no other than Jongin, who has his arm wrapped around Kyungsoo's shoulders once again. The shorter just turns his head to look at Jongin, who is looking down and blushing. Kyungsoo doesn't say anything, instead he focuses on his own blazing cheek. The kiss of innocence sent an electric shock down to his stomach which then turned into butterflies. Not just any butterflies though, it was the Harvester butterflies, Feniseca Tarquinius, which are made out pure guilt and feed slowly on his insides.

--

Kyungsoo isn't gay. At least he doesn't think he's gay. Maybe Jongin was just playing around? Maybe he liked to make people question their sexual orientation, right? Surely normal people do that. Every teenager in the world questions themselves at one time in their life, whether it be religion, goals, if that cute boy is worth changing everything he thinks he knows.

"Earth to Kyungsoo," Sehun hits him in the stomach lightly.

"What?"

"Go get our dry-erase board, please?" Sehun bats his eyelashes.

Mr. Wu likes to review things with games, and Kyungsoo is not one to lose. He walks between the large black desks that are littered with graffiti to get the supplies.

"Big board," his annoying (kinda) friend Jongdae walks past him.

"Big like my dick," Kyungsoo replies with a smile.

"Okay you're not allowed to get the board anymore," Sehun shakes his head. Jongdae always sits behind the pair with his lab partner.

When Kyungsoo sits back down, Sehun starts to prod about his time with Jongin.

"Did he make a move?" Yes he did but I'll be damned if I'm gonna tell you that.

"Nope. We played basketball then went home. You owe me seventy dollars bitch."

"Goddammit," Sehun sighs.

"Hey Mr. Wu, I heard that people have these underground houses for the apocalypse," Baekhyun has a thing for saying the most random things at the worst time.

"Maybe you should go there if you catch my drift," Kyungsoo snarls and the entire class erupts in laughter.

"Yeah, like your STD's," Baekhyun turns to look at him while the class laughs even louder.

"Sorry, I don't do little boys," Kyungsoo cocks his head to the side.

"Only big ones, right?" Baekhyun smirks and the other boy frowns.

"Only as big as your boyfriend, bitch," Kyungsoo mutters under his breath.

The world must seriously hate him this year, because out of all the people in the classroom, Mr. Wu is behind him.

"Detention," the blonde calls.

Kyungsoo's jaw drops before Sehun starts laughing so hard he throws his head on the table and doesn't even complain of the pain.

"Two times in one week, Mr. Perfect, how do you feel?"

"Fuck off."

Fuck Mr. Wu. Fuck Baekhyun. Fuck Jongin. Fuck detention. Fuck life. I'm so so so so done with this shit.

"I see you're becoming a regular," the old woman says in disgust almost as soon as he sets foot in the room.

"You're back!" Jongin yells in joy.

"Shut up and get back to work you troublemaker," she scolds.

Kyungsoo goes back to cubby #9 and starts some random work that Mr. Wu has sent with him. He hums lightly to try and concentrate but can't when he feels Jongin staring holes in the back of his head.

"I said turn around and get back to work!"

Finally the pressure on Kyungsoo's back goes away and he can properly look at the phospholipid bilayer.

"Walk with me," Jongin puts his arm around Kyungsoo like usual.

Detention is only for the assigned period, unless you do something really bad, then you stay an entire day or longer.

"Why do I always see you in there?" Kyungsoo smiles and tries his best to act normal. In reality, his stomach is full of the dreaded Feniseca Tarquinius.

"Drugs are addicting. What's your deal?" He replies cheekily.

"Had to stab the same kid again. He just won't learn his lesson," Kyungsoo shakes his head in shame.

"Why isn't he going to detention with you then?"

"Because the teacher hates me."

"Well, I don't hate you, so that's all you need," Jongin leans down to kiss Kyungsoo's cheek but he quickly scurries into his classroom and bids the taller a farewell with, 'bye, Jongin, don't get in anymore trouble,' and finishes with a wink because, well, Kyungsoo doesn't want to totally discourage him.

--

"You like him, don't you?"

Kyungsoo drops his pencil and Sehun looks at him with the classic "you like krabby patties, don't you Squidward?" look.

"Why are you so hell bent on me liking him, or him liking me, huh?"

Sehun doesn't answer but Kyungsoo keeps his gaze on him.

"Here you go," Baekhyun has interrupted the awkward bro moment by crossing the room to give them some papers on Cellulose and Chitin.

Kyungsoo snatches the papers and looks back at the brunette towering over them with expectations of him leaving.

"Can we help you?" Sehun is as confused as Kyungsoo.

"I wanted to apologize about you getting sent to detention because of me," Baekhyun smiles a sickeningly bright smile. Both boys avert their eyes.

"And why are you being so nice?" Sehun speaks again.

"Why can't I be nice to the people I've known since kindergarten?" He pouts. Ew.

"Because you're an asshole," Kyungsoo states plainly.

"Why don't you go climb Mount Vesuvius or something," Sehun tries to shoo him away. Kyungsoo wants to punch him in the face; Sehun isn't always the sharpest tool in the shed.

"Mount Vesuvius erupted thousands of years ago," Baekhyun corrects.

"And it is a damn shame you weren't there," Kyungsoo smiles when a few classmates around them snicker.

Baekhyun, thankfully, goes to sit back down after that. At the same time, Chanyeol passes by the door, waving frantically for Kyungsoo to come outside.

"Mr. Wu, may I use the restroom?"

"You'll be paying back time after school." Fucking Duizhang.

"Okay," Kyungsoo sighs and makes a beeline for the door.

"What the fuck do you want?" Kyungsoo whispers.

The biology hall has three other science classrooms right beside each other. How convenient.

"Dude, you will never believe it," Chanyeol can barely talk over his wheezing. Kyungsoo crinkles his nose.

"Hurry, I'm not going to stay with that dick after class for long because of you."

"So I have first period with Jongin, right?" Chanyeol finally clears his throat and looks at him expectantly.

"How the hell would I know?"

"Anyway," he stares like he's annoyed, "so Jongin starts talking to me about this person that he likes. Says he has big eyes and is the cutest shit ever. First off I'm like 'whoa, I knew Jongin's gay but whoa, he likes Kyungsoo?'" Chanyeol talks seriously then.

"So? I already know he likes me." No he didn't. Well, kinda.

"You got the Fucking Kim Jongin to like you?"

"Yeah, and?" Kyungsoo takes to cleaning out under his fingernails to cover up his heart that is racing so fast he is afraid that Chanyeol can see it.

Chanyeol shakes his head in amazement. What the fuck is it about Kim Jongin that it has everyone and their grandmas talking about him?

"How does everyone know Jongin?" Kyungsoo decides his idiot best friend will be the best person to ask.

"He announced he was gay in like the sixth grade. Pretty ballsy."

--

Kyungsoo, after the third time of going to the park with Jongin and countless kisses on his cheek, decides. Jongin is in a sleeveless shirt and shorts and covered in a thin sheet of sweat from their basketball game so Kyungsoo decides right then and there that yes, I am fucking gay, but only for Kim Jongin.

Such simple ways of determining a monumental decision.

--

Kyungsoo doesn't see Jongin again until 8 days later. It's Saturday, he's walking around downtown with Chanyeol when he sees Jongin on the other side of the street.

"Hey look, it's Jongin," Chanyeol notices him first.

"Should we go say hey?" Kyungsoo attaches himself to Chanyeol's arm in nervousness.

"Sure," he smiles his signature grin.

No matter what anyone else says, Chanyeol is a really good fucking friend. Chanyeol remembers when he was in the seventh grade and Jongin in the sixth, he even got into an fight once with Jongin (they made up shortly after, being the pretty good friends they are now). Outside of class, Chanyeol never really wants to see the younger boy, but he still follows his short friend across the street because he learned how to suck it up a long time ago and plainly; it is just what friends do for each other. No matter how much Kyungsoo tries to hide it, Chanyeol knows he likes Jongin. It is true, and neither he nor Sehun can help it.

"Jongin!" Kyungsoo smiles a 10,000 watt smile.

"Kyungie," Jongin breathes, looking almost relieved to see him. His expression changes a bit when he sees the tree Kyungsoo is clinging too, but he barely lets that show. "Hey, Chanyeol." Chanyeol bows in response.

A long, gurgling noise can be heard from the back of the giant's throat when a short and skinny women walks up to them.

"Guys, this is my noona, Dara," the women bows.

"Dara-ssi," Kyungsoo bows back, grabbing Chanyeol's head and forcing him to bow too.

"Dara-ssi!" Chanyeol rushes his words. "I didn't know you were related to Jongin."

"I am," she replies. It's enough to make the raven haired boy melt in his shoes.

Kyungsoo and Jongin laugh at his expense. Dara joins in on the fun when Chanyeol just stands there with hearts in his eyes, unable to speak further.

"Want to go somewhere with me? Leave these two kids alone" Jongin turns to Kyungsoo.

"Sure," Kyungsoo's smile is light and knowing.

The pair head further into town, passing plethora's of different shops and people. Kyungsoo even stops to pet a black and white Husky. They finally stop when Jongin takes his hand to lead him into an almost invisible ice cream parlor which plays loud, popular songs.

"What flavor do you want?" Jongin seems like an eager six-year-old, jumping around in skinny jeans, a t-shirt with a light cardigan, and worn converses. Kyungsoo went without a cardigan considering it was still 800 degrees outside.

"Chocolate," he answers immediately.

"And I want vanilla."

They sit down by the window, bobbing their heads to the tune when it turns to something all too familiar. ZE:A's Here I Am.

"This is my jam," Jongin exclaims, preparing to sing.

You just look so beautiful
Hagoshipuen mal~
Naega wa jungeol gamsahae
Geuryeowatdeon geudaega ireoke lovely
Neomuna sarangseureoungeol~
Kyungsoo is starstruck. Jongin sings the lines perfectly while looking at him and he can't help but to blush. They stare at each other awkwardly when Jongin runs out of words that he knows, but their ice cream comes soon enough.

"I mean't what I sang," Jongin says when they sat back down. "Did you like my serenading?"

The dreaded heat comes back to his face and he tries to hide in his hands, but Jongin will have none of that. He pries Kyungsoo from his hands and they fall back to the table still clasped with Jongin's. He wastes no time in twining their fingers and stealing a bite from Jongin's vanilla cone. Kyungsoo notices the butterflies in his stomach, but instead of them gnawing on him with guilt, there is pleasure. Pure bliss, because Jongin is so sweet he is going to get diabetes and he finally understands why people write those stupid fucking love songs.

--

"Hey, Chanyeol," Kyungsoo puts on his shit eating grin.

"Hey," Chanyeol does not look happy. He is sweaty with a blanched face and disheveled hair.

"What the fuck happened to you?"

"Dara noona happened to me."

"Isn't that that senior chick?" Sehun interrupts.

"Yeah! And she's not a chick, she is a woman!" Chanyeol looks like they've threatened to kill his mother.

"Chill, bro," Sehun replies with a soothing hand on his arm.

"I embarrassed myself so much yesterday. You and Jongin just left me there," he tries to suffocate himself in his sweater.

"You were with Jongin?" Sehun turns to Kyungsoo.

"Yeah, we just saw each other in town and decided to go some place together. We all know how in love Channie is with Dara-ssi so we left. Dara is Jongin's sister," the wall is looking a lot more interesting than Sehun's shocked face right about now.

"You're such a penis!" Chanyeol screeches. Luckily the bell doesn't ring until five minutes from now, so they are safe from Mr. Wu's bat-like hearing. Sehun and Kyungsoo facepalm.

"Just say dick," Kyungsoo grits his teeth.

"Such vulgarities will never leave my mouth," Chanyeol scrunches his nose up and looks down on them

"If that's how people talk now, you are such a cat," Sehun laughs at Kyungsoo's comment.

Kyungsoo and Sehun head into their biology class soon after that. There is clearly an awkward air around them concerning a certain freshman.

"Yeah." Kyungsoo said at the end of their class (with no disruptions from Baekhyun this time).

"Yeah what?" Sehun looks confused.

"Yeah," he repeats. Sehun knows what he means.

I like him.

--

Sehun avoids Kyungsoo at all costs after that. He sits with Jongdae in Biology and in lunch. Kyungsoo assumes it's because he's gay and Sehun is homophobic, but that doesn't help his growing despair in the fact he lost his best friend for something that he can't even help.

"What's wrong?"

Kyungsoo and Jongin are walking around the hallways after school, a last minute decision for the both of them causing them to miss the bus. But neither of them mind walking home together.

You. You're the fucking problem, showing up in my life like a bomb and ruining everything. Like my sanity. You're perfect and you seem to have a gravitational pull 'cause I can't seem to get away, not that I even want to. Does Kyungsoo voice his thoughts? No, he goes with the simple "Sehun is ignoring me," and leans his head on Jongin's shoulder.

"You don't need him, only me," Jongin says softly, almost a whisper.

"You have a best friend, right? That one friend that you wouldn't hesitate to tell everything to because you trust them and they already know everything else about you and you know everything about them. Please tell me you have someone like that?" Kyungsoo looks so desperate, like he is going to just collapse right there when he stops and looks in Jongin's eyes.

Kyungsoo doesn't really know what to expect of Jongin's answer, but when he replies with "yeah, this kid Tao," he kinda feels hurt. He realizes he half expected him to say "you, Kyungsoo, it's always been you," and feels so stupid when his stomach flutters at the thought. What have my mother's dramas been doing to me!?

"It's like that with me and him. We've been friends since forever and now he just throws me in the trash like chopped liver," Kyungsoo is not going to cry. Nope.

"I'll always be there for you. You only need me," he repeats, hot breath against Kyungsoo's ear when he pulls him in for a hug.

All Kyungsoo can think of is how Jongin's arm seem to hold him together.

"Thank you," Kyungsoo breathes.

"Don't mention it, baby," Jongin holds him for a few more seconds before clasping their hands together (cue butterflies) and continuing down the hall.

"Want to stay at my house tonight?" Kyungsoo is regretting the decision to ask as soon as it leaves his mouth.

Damn, Kyungsoo. You've only known him for a month and you want to fuck him already?

What can I say? I'm a horndog.

He's going to run away.

No, Jongin likes me and I like him. I feel like I've known him forever.

"My parents won't be home."

I'm just digging my own fucking grave holy crap.

He's going to think all I am is a horny bastard and ne-

"Yeah, I'd love to."

--

Jongin and Kyungsoo curl up in his bed that night, watching re-runs of classic old movies. Jongin has his arm around Kyungsoo possessively, running it under Kyungsoo's arm and fingers then gently curving under the elder's. Jongin tightens his arm to pull Kyungsoo in, and when the other doesn't resist, he takes his other hand to lift Kyungsoo by his chin and push their lips together. Neither moves at first, relishing the feeling of finally having each other this way.

Kyungsoo's head is so clouded with bursts of joy that he barely notices when their lips started to move faster, push harder, and slightly part. Jongin pushes his tongue in the other's mouth and Kyungsoo isn't really sure of what to do, so he settled for sliding his back against the other's, which gets Jongin moaning softly from the back of his throat.

"Will you be my boyfriend?" Jongin asks when he hesitantly pulls away.

Kyungsoo's head is spinning; he is on his bed with another boy he really likes and his mom isn't home. He knows he will probably sound like an idiot if he talks so he settles with a nod of his head, trying his hardest to keep eye contact with the younger boy.

"Say it," Jongin breathes against his lips and Kyungsoo's eyes instinctively close. "Say that you'll be mine, baby."

"I'll be yours," Kyungsoo admits. If he had been in any other situation, he would have been embarrassed. But, this was Jongin, and Jongin is known for being cheesy and sweet and everything that Kyungsoo loves.

They go to sleep before things got too heated, Kyungsoo knows he won't be able to resist Jongin for long. But as they lay in bed, Jongin's chest covering his back, Jongin whispers "I'm all you need," and Kyungsoo knows he's right. Jongin is all he needs, all he will ever need.

--

It's funny how people fall in love by the simplest actions and don't even realize it. The way Jongin puts his cap on backwards or the way his jeans hang off of his hips so tauntingly. The way he looks at Kyungsoo, the way Kyungsoo looks back. The way it's natural to have Jongin's arms around him, nestled in bed on the weekends when his mom isn't home. And the way doing something wrong feels so goddamn right.

Kyungsoo and Jongin make their relationship official on Facebook followed by a lot of comments and a lot of defriending. But Kyungsoo doesn't care even if he has Jongin as his only friend.

"You're really dating Jongin?" Chanyeol examines his face closely to make sure he isn't lying.

"Yes," Kyungsoo stares at his friend in amusement.

"Do you think... Maybe... As like a gift for taking you away from me... That Jongin could maybe... Do me a favor?" Chanyeol looks down. What a dipshit.

"Why don't you ask him that, not me," Kyungsoo shrugs.

They are hanging out in their usual spot before school, only the two of them. Since that fateful day Sehun hasn't showed up. It almost causes Kyungsoo to jump out of skin in anticipation when said ex-best friend walks through the door.

"I'll leave you two alone," Chanyeol leaves through the doors to head for another building, probably his first period to ask Jongin for that favor.

The air becomes a tangible kind of thickness, but this time there is no Baekhyun to break through.

"I'm really sorry," Sehun starts while looking at his feet. "It was really unfair of me to shrug you off like that because of Jongin."

"Yeah, it was," Kyungsoo interrupts and Sehun shoots him a look.

"It's just," he continues, "I don't want to see you get hurt. I hope that you can forgive me and we can get past all this bullshit."

"I couldn't agree with you more," Kyungsoo smiles. Sehun's shoulders visibly deflate in relief. "But, you have to be happy for me."

"Of course I am hyung," Sehun grabs the other for a hug. "Where did Chanyeol go?"

"He went to go ask Jongin for a date with Dara," Kyungsoo answers.

The two of them go back to normal after that, finally back to the complete trio- Jongin sometimes when he's feeling clingy- and Kyungsoo couldn't be happier. Well, until a few days later.

--

"Want to go on a date with me?" Kyungsoo asks Jongin one day.

"It was yes before you even asked. Anything for you," Jongin smiles and kisses his boyfriend on the cheek.

Kyungsoo still can't get used to Jongin's sweet talk, but he still loves it and replays the words over in his head before he goes to sleep each night. They are walking towards Kyungsoo's house on a Friday afternoon, the usual routine.

"Where are you taking me?"

"Wherever you want to go," Kyungsoo smiles and bats his eyes while looking up at Jongin. He has learned a thing or two over the past weeks.

"My friend Tao is having a party, I want you to be my date."

Party? Did he say party? Kyungsoo loves parties. He loves the loud music, the bustling people, drinking, everything. He knows he will be at the club the minute he can get his hands on a fake I.D.

"I love parties," Kyungsoo jumps up and down.

"But you can't leave me cause I'm awkward and stuff," Jongin whispers the last few words.

"What? What was that? You're awkward? Kim Jongin is awkward!?" Kyungsoo yells while running away from certain death. "Pick me up at nine!" He yells back breathlessly entering his house.

Kyungsoo's doorbell rings at exactly 9:00. He greets his boyfriend with a small peck on the lips and a quick push out of his house. His mother isn't home, of course, so he knows he doesn't have a curfew. The party is a few blocks from Jongin's house, so they walk there. Jongin wraps himself tightly in his jacket before throwing his hand into Kyungsoo's pocket since the air is quite brisk.

"Hey!" Tao greets them almost as soon as they step foot into the completely packed like sardines house.

"Hey," they both smile and Tao walks off without another word, probably to greet more guests.

"Is that who I think it is?" Kyungsoo squints through the crowd.

"You mean my sister making out with Chanyeol?" Jongin laughs.

"Wanna go block some cock?" Kyungsoo asks, a certain glimmering in his eyes.

"Lead the way, babe," Jongin motions for him to go forward.

"Well, well, well, look what we have here," Kyungsoo throws an arm around Chanyeol- which is quit difficult considering he's a fucking giant- and Jongin does the same with Dara.

They are flushed with tousled hair and reek of alcohol. But Kyungsoo doesn't judge, he's hoping to be a little tipsy by the end of the night too.

"What have you two been up to, noona?" Jongin asks.

"Shut the hell up Jongin, god! You're always ruining my life!" She storms off for about 5 seconds before coming back and grabbing Chanyeol by his arm and dragging him with her.

"Emotional drunk," Jongin explains.

"Enough said," Kyungsoo holds up his hand for no more.

"What kind of drunk are you?" Jongin slides up to him and puts his hands on Kyungsoo's waist.

"I guess you'll have to find out, huh?" Kyungsoo kisses the side of neck and he shudders. "Let's get some drinks!"

Tao is a great host who gets his great friends to make great drinks. Well, at least that's how Jongin explains the parties. Kyungsoo ends up barista and gives Jongin a drink mixed with whatever the hell is on the table and takes one for himself. After drinking about half of the contents in the plastic cup (it takes like rubbing alcohol, the younger complains), Jongin asks Kyungsoo to dance, and who is he to say no? The song is fast paced, perfect for this type of party. Kyungsoo knows exactly what to do.

He grabs Jongin's hand places them on his hips while he backs up, pushing his ass into Jongin's groin and rolling them together. He is being a bit ostentatious, but he really doesn't care. It is just him and Jongin in their own little world, getting turned on with even the slightest of touches. Jongin comes closer to his back and presses harder on his hips, moving his hands up and down with Kyungsoo's on top and intertwined, the same way it was when they shared their first kiss. That seems like years ago compared to now.

Jongin spins the shorter boy around and kneads his hands into his ass, grinding their growing erections and moaning into each other mouths. Their kisses are hard and with a lot of tongue. Kyungsoo bites Jongin's bottom lip and even harder once he hears the other groan. Jongin moves from sucking on Kyungsoo's tongue to leaving a trail of saliva down his jawline and throat. The heat is getting to be too much for the two of them, so the younger decides to move it to the most romantic of places; the bathroom.

Kyungsoo pushes Jongin on to the closed toilet seat to straddle him. Kyungsoo sucks on the sensitive skin on the underside of his jaw- a sweet spot that he happily finds and memorizes- then starts to suck and bite until it's completely purple then moves on to a new spot. Jongin's wanton 'oh god, Kyungsoo, Kyungsoo, Kyungsoo' turns into Kyungsoo mewls of 'Jongin, ouh right there, Jongin, Jongin, Jongin.' when Kyungsoo is pushed up against the cold glass in a switch of positions that sends shivers down his spine. Jongin is standing between his open legs on the counter, trailing kisses down his chest and lifting his shirt to suck on his nipples.

The sound of clicking and clanking of an unbuckling belt fills the room and before Kyungsoo can process what's going on, he feels hot breath on his cock. The sight of Jongin, panting heavily and bending down over his erect member completely on display has to be the most erotic thing anyone has ever seen. Fanfiction never prepared Kyungsoo for the raw feeling of Jongin's tongue swirling over the head of his cock, sucking lightly while looking up at the shorter who can barely breathe let alone keep his eyes open.

Through labored breathing and the sound of Jongin hollowing his cheeks to take more of Kyungoo's length in his mouth, he thinks he hears a click then a quick slam of the door. But who cares when his boyfriend is swallowing and moaning over his dick? Not Kyungsoo. He threads his fingers in the younger's hair to feel his head bob up and down, which if possible makes him even more hard. The waves of pleasure resonating from Jongin are getting closer and closer together, soaring throughout his body and ending with a little buzz on his finger tips and toes.

Soon, the pleasure is constant and Jongin is sucking faster, harder, rolling his tongue around the protruding vein and Kyungsoo feels like he is going to burst out of his own skin. The pressure builds up in his stomach like a gun, ready to be cocked and BOOM. Jongin sends a few more moans and grabs his balls before swallowing the come that explodes in his mouth happily, licking to taste a bit more of his boyfriend on his lips. Jongin's jaw is sore and Kyungsoo pulled his hair really hard but he is happy to know that his boyfriend was moaning because of him and only him.

"Now we need to take care of you," Kyungsoo's panting heavily and still feeling the buzz of his release as he pulls Jongin's shirt over his head and unzips his fly.

"You really don't have to, Kyungsoo," Jongin pushes him back a little.

"I want to do this," Kyungsoo's eyes are wide and convincing. "I want to do this," he repeats.

"Okay jagiya," Jongin lets the elder suck on his collar bone while grabbing the base of his throbbing length.

Jongin had forgotten about himself in the process of pleasing Kyungsoo. Having never been touched by anyone but himself, Kyungsoo's soft, nimble fingers feel like heaven around him. Kyungsoo moves down to suck on his dark nipple, flicking it with his tongue while snapping his wrist to fist Jongin to his orgasm. The younger throws his head back in pleasure and grabs the counter top to support himself.

Kyungsoo runs his other hand over the younger's toned abs then up to tangle in Jongin's hair again and pushes their lips back together. He sticks his tongue in the younger's mouth and takes in his bottom lip to suck on since he is in control this time. Jongin is in complete sensory overload and having a hard time responding to the kiss, so Kyungsoo moves on to bite and suck on his ear lobe, probably leaving a nasty bruise there as well and gripping his member even harder when Jongin tries to buck his hips.

"Come for me, Jonginnie," Kyunsoo licks the shell of his ear. "Be a good boy and cum for me, babe."

Jongin should be embarrassed that he comes so quickly, or that he comes all over Kyungsoo's pants, but all he can think about is how sexy the shorter male sounds when he talks that way to him and how his knees are soon going to give in from the blinding, mind-blowing pleasure if he doesn't sit down. So he hops up on the counter next to Kyungsoo and stuffs himself back in his pants and his boyfriend follows suit.

"You might want to clean that off before we leave," Jongin point to the sticky white fluid running down Kyungsoo's skinny jeans.

"And you might want to clean that come off your chin," Kyungsoo winks.

"Where did you guys go?" Chanyeol finds them back in the crowd, dancing, albeit not as hard.

"We've been here the whole," Kyungsoo looks at him dumbly.

"Oh," Chanyeol scratches his head. "Baekhyun is here."

"What!? Ew! Why is he here?" Kyungsoo shouts.

"I don't know, but I saw him talking to some people," he points over to a group of people, and sure enough, the brunette was standing there conversing with them.

"Let's get out of here Jongin," Kyungsoo takes his boyfriend's hand to lead them away once Chanyeol leaves.

"Why do you hate Baekhyun?" Jongin asks.

"He is a bitch juice thief," Kyungsoo furrows his eyebrows at the memory of their almost innocent times.

"You're cute when your mad," Jongin smiles.

"Well I'm about to get a lot cuter if you don't hurry up." Kyungsoo doesn't have to tell him twice.

"Are you staying at my place tonight?"

"I told my mom I was, so, if you don't mind having me," Jongin is being cheesy again.

They huddle under Kyungsoo's thick duvet after showering- separately, much to the younger's dismay- and stay awake on pure adrenaline because they are beyond tired from the dancing to the drinking to the fellatio and the walking home. But they lay in bed and just talk about everything, anything relating to the two of them. Jongin is coming up with most of the questions.

"What are your parents like?"

"You first."

"Classic smothering mother and father. He's a businessman and she's a trophy wife. Then there's Dara who's like the hormonal teenage girl from hell. Yeah. I love them, I guess. Your turn."

The lights are off and Kyungsoo can barely see Jongin through the darkness. He hesitates for a minute, ready to tell the same lie he tells everyone else who asks off of reflex, but he thinks that Jongin deserves the truth. They have been dating for a couple of months and as far as he knows, Jongin is like an open book who would tell the truth to anyone who asked.

"My dad died when I was twelve. My mom is gone all the time. There's not much more than that."

Kyungsoo always lies because he doesn't want anyone's pity. He hates that look on peoples' faces. He is fine and functioning without anyone knowing his business, sans Sehun. Now that he has Jongin, he is more than okay pushing other people away. He's glad he can't see the look on Jongin's face, because if he is anything like other people, Kyungsoo won't be able to handle it. But Jongin isn't like other people who say sorry even though it wasn't their fault, he doesn't think Kyungsoo is pathetic or needs help.

"That sucks." Yeah, it does suck. The feeling of relief is so great that he can't help but laugh. Because if he doesn't laugh, he might cry. "That's not funny, stop laughing!" Kyungsoo laughs even harder.

"Do you ever think about us, Kyungsoo?"

"What do you mean?" The laughter dies on his tongue.

"Us. I'm that guy you're going to think of when you're married and have kids. Your first everything. And you're my first everything. And when I'm forty and single, because you realized how much better you are than me and left me, I'll think of how you are the only person I could ever love. The only person I want to ever be with."

"I love you."

Kyungsoo whispers the words for the first time against Jongin's cheek and immediately goes for a kiss. But Jongin holds him back, making the elder look at him even though it is pitch black.

"I love you too. I really do Kyungsoo, more than you will ever know. If I were a stoplight, I would turn red every time you passed by just so I could stare at you a bit longer.

"Stop being a cheesepuff and kiss me," Kyungsoo dives back down for a kiss. This time, Jongin lets him.

--

It's Monday again, "ugh I hate Mondays," is the most uttered sentence in the hallways. Jongin has joined Kyungsoo in the biology hall this morning with their other two friends making fun of Chanyeol, who has announced his and Dara's official relationship.

"You were obsessed long enough, I'm proud of you," Sehun cheers.

"Oh Sehun, you should have seen them sucking face at the party. I thought he was going to eat her," Kyungsoo has to throw in.

"At least I didn't disappear off in the bathroom somewhere!" Chanyeol retorts.

Jongin and Kyungsoo both turn red and keep quiet. Sehun is enjoying everybody else's misery way too much. The bell rings then, thankfully, and Jongin kisses Kyungsoo goodbye before heading off with Chanyeol.

"You were really in the bathroom with Jongin?" Sehun smirks.

"Shut up!" Kyungsoo buries his face into hands, but looks up when the door opens back up.

Baekhyun is standing there and he looks almost petrified. Kyungsoo stares back at him with a frown because damn Baekhyun gets weirder every time I see him. But his scared state turns into a grin, which makes the former even more confused.

"So you were at Tao's party, right?" Fucking Byun Baekhyun actually has the nerve to utter a word, let alone a sentence to me?

"Yeah. So?"

"Well, you see, it's funny," he starts strutting to his desk slowly since they are the only three in the room. "After I got there I had to go to the restroom. The one downstairs was unlocked so I walk in, and what do I see?"

The gears start turning in Kyungsoo's head: the slamming of the door, Baekhyun's sudden appearance, the shocked look, the blackmailing smirk. Baekhyun wants Kyungsoo to be ashamed and humiliated, he knows that, so he has to play it cool like he doesn't care or Baekhyun could use this against him.

"So did you have fun watching my boyfriend blow me?"

Both Sehun's and Baekhyun's jaw drop. It pains Kyungsoo to be that blunt, but it is for his and Jongin's best interest.

"W-w-what? No!" Baekhyun stammers. Now the tables are turned. Kyungsoo mentally applauds himself.

"Really? As far as I remember, you stood there watching us for quite some time," Kyungsoo mocks Baekhyun' shocked face.

"I did not! You're lying!"

"But other people don't know that. Keep your mouth shut and I'll do the same. Got it?" Kyungsoo's voice becomes threatening.

Baekhyun indignantly stomps his feet before sitting down, the rest of the class filing in along with Mr. Wu.

"So exams are in like, a month or two, so we need to get cracking. We still have to cover vascular and non-vascular root systems. Kyungsoo! Come up here and draw a bryophyte," Mr. Wu, the ultimate dick, calls that morning.

Kyungsoo drags his body from his seat up to the board, picking up the black the marker, because black is the color of his soul, and proceeds to draw moss performing osmosis.

"What is that?" The teacher asks, the class nods as if asking that themselves.

"It's moss, see," Kyungsoo points to the clump of swirls, "and it is getting it's water by osmosis," he points to the several arrows pointing in and out of the clump.

"Well class, this should be a lesson not to let Kyungsoo draw anything," Mr. Wu pats the short boy on his back while the class chuckles and receives a glare in response.

"Asshole," Kyungsoo muttered under his breath.

"Do you want to get detention a third time?" Goddamn Duizhang ears.

"No sir!" Kyungsoo turns back around to throw his hand by his forehead in military style.

"Just.. sit down," he sighs.

Twenty minutes pass by with regular boring notes, until social butterfly Baekhyun starts getting talkative.

"Do!" Jesus he is using my last name, "stop talking!"

"That is not me sir, it's Baekhyunnie over there," Kyungsoo says with a solemn voice and points to said talker.

"You know, I'm really getting tired of your attitude," Duizhang puts the Expo marker down.

"But-" his jaw drops. Is he really going to get blamed for something he didn't do and everyone just stand by and watch? Yeah, he guesses so.

"That's it!" Kyungsoo eyes tear in response to what he knows will come next.

"Detention!"

Kyungsoo has never been so mad in his life. He stomps the entire way to that god forsaken room, earning a few weird stares, and slams the door once he gets in.

"Oh Je- not you again!" Do not test me. I will not be ashamed to take down an old lady.

"My baby!" Jongin yells.

"Why are you always here?" Kyungsoo looks dumbfounded.

"It's our telepathy. It's the first day in long time I've had detention. I'm trying to be good, for you of course," Jongin's smile is wiped from his face when the teacher throws a magazine at him.

"You," she points at Kyungsoo, "go to your cubby and be quiet. And you," she sneers at Jongin, "get back to work and ignore your little boyfriend."

"Okay," they reply at the same time.

Detention passes by quickly with two two boys turning around and making faces at each other. They ignore the protests of the old lady, staying in their own fun. When it's all over, the two decide to skip the rest of the day.

"We going back to your house?" Jongin asks as they sneak out of the back gate.

"My mom is actually home today, so, we can't," he frowns.

"My parents are out of town for the weekend and Dara is staying at Chanyeol's. Why don't we ask your mom if you can stay with me?"

"Sounds like a good idea."

Luckily, Kyungsoo's mom approves the idea (she doesn't ask why he's home so early, she probably doesn't care) and he packs his bags for the weekend.

--

Kyungsoo dreams of walking through a thorn bush that night. A thorn bush so thick that he can't see his hand in front of him, but walks and walks through without so much as a cut. Then he's falling.

Falling right next to the thorn bush. He's afraid of when he'll hit the ground, afraid that if he reaches out the thorns will cut through his hand, afraid of why he's falling. The wind is hitting his face so hard; he keeps his eyes shut. He gathers the courage to reach out to the bush but it just disintegrates in his hand like a cloud of smoke.

So Kyungsoo closes his eyes again, but this time he enjoys the wind on his face, like riding on the highway with the windows down. The free floating experience of being weightless. The rush of air almost seems like a dulling melody pounding against his eardrums. He isn't thinking about when he'll hit the ground, or how hard, or how much it's going to hurt when he finally does.

--

"What are we doing today?" Kyungsoo, just finishing his shower, asks his boyfriend. He highly enjoyed waking up to the face of his boyfriend this morning. He could get used to it.

"We're going to stay in bed and watch movies and cuddle then you'll cook for me. I've always wanted to do that, like in the movies," Jongin laughs.

"I love it," Kyungsoo grabs the younger by his waist to plant a firm kiss on his lips.

"I suggest you go get dressed before I throw that towel off of you," Jongin growls.

They settle on the couch with a bag of popcorn, under a thick blanket, and the lights off and curtains closed. Kyungsoo situates his face on Jongin's chest, listening to his heartbeats and weird gurgle of his stomach occasionally.

"You make weird sounds," Kyungsoo voices.

"You'll be making weird sounds," Jongin winks.

"Ew, gross! I will never do those things with you!" He scrambles away from the taller boy.

"Don't say that Kyungie, we both know you don't mean that," the younger crawls towards him.

"Stay away! I'm warning you! GO!" Kyungsoo closes his eyes when Jongin cups his cheek.

"I would never do anything you didn't want me to," he whispers against the elder's lips.

Kyungsoo moves his face the few centimeters to kiss his boyfriend, their lips moving naturally against each other's.

"But what if I want you to?" He whispers back, eyes barely closed.

"I can make it happen, then," he replies.

The elder moves his hands to go under Jongin's shirt, who is hovering over him on one arm. He groans at the warm hand on his stomach, moving to pinch his nipples and scrape nails over his chest.

"Please tell me if you don't want this," Jongin says with eyes closed tightly.

"I want this," Kyungsoo replies and sucks at the skin on his neck.

"Follow me," Jongin demands and stands up.

He leads them back to his bedroom and lay down on the bed, pulling the elder over him.

"I want to feel you inside of me," Jongin says, putting a hand on the tent in Kyungsoo's pants.

Well fuck, Kyungsoo thought that he would be bottoming. The younger reaches over the the bottom drawer on his nightstand, pulling out a plastic tube.

"Dara gave it to me," he laughs sheepishly.

One look at the bottle has Kyungsoo's face going red. He knocks it out of the other's boy hand to the other side of the bed.

"We'll use it when we need it."

Jongin smiles and tugs Kyungsoo's shirt over his head. He does the same with his own shirt and is soon admiring the pale, flushed skin of his boyfriend. Kyungsoo turns even more red when Jongin trails his hands down his chest and slips them under his jeans, slowly tugging them down until he can see the hair above his cock. He kicks them off himself when they get to his knees, motioning for Jongin to do the same.

The elder can't bring himself to look at his boyfriend, embarrassed at being so far on display. Jongin just pries his hands away and pulls him back on the bed, kissing the ashamed look on his face away and spreading his legs wide.

"Are you sure you want to?" Kyungsoo asks.

"Yes, hyung, now stretch me out." The elder blanches.

He goes back for the discarded bottle of lube, popping it open and coating his fingers. It drips on the bed, right where his knees have to go, but he ignores it. Kyungsoo slowly brings his hand between Jongin's leg, looking at him one more time for confirmation, and finally entering. He doesn't really know what to do when Jongin hisses, so he settles for thrusting his finger in and out, feeling the smooth muscle against his finger tips.

Adding the second finger is more difficult. Kyungsoo has to tell Jongin to relax over and over again. It takes a few minutes before he can coax himself in. Jongin's eyes clench shut from the pain and he groans. The throbbing between Kyungsoo's own legs plus the sight of his boyfriend's hard cock laying on his stomach has him scissoring the boy open in hopes to fasten the pace.

"Just add another one, hyung," Jongin struggles to say.

Kyungsoo complies, adding the third and most painful finger. Jongin whimpers and tells him to keep going when he threatens to pulls out. He curls his fingers around a few times, searching for a spot he knows is there but can't seem to find. The younger squirms beneath him, pleasure starting to set in so he claws at the sheets.

"Fuck me," Jongin pants, "please, hyung, just get inside of me."

Kyungsoo is all too happy to oblige. He lubes his dick up plenty, not wanting to hurt him, then wipes his soiled hand on the sheets beside them. On his knees, in front of Jongin's entrance, he slowly slides in and they both moan. When he can feel Jongin's ass against his hips, he grips the younger's waist for more humping leverage. Jongin pushes his hips down on Kyungsoo's cock; he knows they're both ready. Pulling his hips back, he smashes into the younger, instincts taking over and his stomach muscles clench and back arches.

He exponentially increases speed, building up a momentum that only ceases when he has to reenter from pulling out too far. Jongin's legs wrap around him and he moves to hover above him and suck at the skin on his chest. The nails digging into his skin add to the pleasure and he takes a bite at Jongin's nipple, growling playfully.

They're meeting halfway now, Jongin bucking up and Kyungsoo pushing down as hard as he can into the former. He can smell the salty sweat that's coming off of both them, mixed with their breaths and other body fluids in the air so thick and breathes coming short that he has to pant through his mouth. It's exhausting, being on top, maybe he'll let Jongin do this next time. Next time. The thought of being one with his boyfriend again, connected mind, body, and soul has dick twitching inside Jongin.

"There!" The younger gasps.

Kyungsoo re-angles his hips upwards, hitting against the spot that he knows will have Jongin seeing stars. When the younger wraps his own hand around his length, the elder can hear him screaming his name but all he can focus on is the blood rushing through his ears and the burn in his arms and belly. This a very tiring job! Jongin clenches around him a few times and the coiling in his body gets tighter. By the way Jongin squirms under him, he's sure the younger is close too.

Jongin comes first over his stomach, eyes closing tightly and body freezing. Kyungsoo follows, body spasming him into his last thrusts but the orgasm takes over his mind. All he can think of is the way the walls around his dick move and the sides of his vision goes black. He can faintly tell that he might be sputtering things like"that was amazing," or "holy fuck".

"I love you, hyung," Jongin says when he throws an arm around Kyungsoo's waist.

"I love you too," he kisses the other's jaw, "and I want you to remember," he kisses his chin, "that all you need," he kisses his nose, "is me," and finally, to seal the words in a final envelope that get mailed to his heart, a kiss on his perfect lips.