living in monochrome
living in monochrome
d.o.-centric; d.o./luna → nc-17, 8199 words
FIVE MONTHS LATER AND THIS MONSTROSITY IS DONE HALLELUJAH. written for keri unnie and omfg sjhafkjHDSKFHjls I am never writing smut again BYE.
Routine defines Do Kyungsoo’s existence. His mantra: a place for everything and everything in its place. He promptly wakes up at 6:45am every morning and by 7:10am Kyungsoo is on his way to the café he frequents. The barista behind the counter already knows what coffee he likes (tall, black, 2 creams and 1 sugar) and by 7:30am he’s leisurely sipping on his cup in his usual seat by the window. Kyungsoo glances outside occasionally, eyeing the various people in all sorts of clothing. At 8am on the dot he leaves the warm haven and trudges his way towards campus for his morning classes.
Do Kyungsoo is a music theory major. His friends (specifically Jongin and Chanyeol) always feel the need to question why he’s pursuing a “lame” degree. What they don’t understand is that Kyungsoo finds it absolutely exhilarating to analyze and pick apart music. What notes make what sounds, the patterns and structures that make a song flow, to the different rhythms and tempos.
Kyungsoo doesn’t like socializing all that much. In fact, he’s bemused at the fact that he has friends (eleven of them, actually) and they’re always more or less attached at the hips. It might also be because most of them are childhood friends; growing up from grade school to high school makes one rather nostalgic, it seems.
Being his antisocial self, Kyungsoo spends his Friday evening in the library to his advantage. He’s two weeks ahead of the material in his general education classes which allows him to be able to listen to music, pick apart its core components and analyze every nook and cranny.
Chanyeol shows up half past seven with a too-wide smile plastered to his face; the hairs on the back of Kyungsoo’s neck stand up, eyes widening in despair.
It takes Chanyeol all but ten seconds to snatch up all of Kyungsoo’s books and papers and chuck them haphazardly into his backpack. Kyungsoo stifles a cry as he watches the papers crinkle before Chanyeol has a hold of his wrist and pulling him towards the sliding glass doors.
Baekhyun and Sehun are waiting outside, sporting similar expressions of amusement as Chanyeol stomps up to them with a bewildered Kyungsoo dragging behind him.
“Let’s go.” Baekhyun chuckles as he hooks his arm through Kyungsoo’s (the one not currently in Chanyeol’s iron grip.)
The theatre is across campus and Kyungsoo still isn’t sure why he’s being dragged to see this musical. The last time his “friends” made him go to one it was a disaster (the lead singers couldn’t harmonize properly and it didn’t help that neither knew what key to sing in either.)
Baekhyun and Chanyeol are babbling about how Jongdae finally has a good part (he’s the leading man) and the two of them treat Kyungsoo as a rag doll of sorts, swinging his arms back and forth like little children. Sehun walks a few steps ahead of them to avoid the embarrassment.
They reach the back side of the theatre, the side doors slightly ajar to let out streaming light and cacophonies of noise. The group passes by with no mind, fast walking towards the entrance. A muffled sound catches Kyungsoo’s ear and he stops in front of another door that is also propped open, the lights completely off, and he hears a soft voice singing a melodious tune. Before he has the chance to even process who it may or may not be and what song that person was singing Baekhyun shouts from a few meters away to hurry up.
All Kyungsoo is sure about is that the voice belonged to a girl, a very talented girl in his honest opinion.
The four of them eventually make it to the theatre before the doors close, panting slightly and Chanyeol hands the person about to shut them out four tickets and smiles charmingly. The girl (Taeyeon, was it?) blushes and lets them pass through without a second thought.
The audience’s cheering ruses Kyungsoo from his doze, feet stomping and hands clapping loudly in his ears as he peers up at the stage with bleary eyes. It takes a moment for him to register that the musical has ended (Jongdae is going to have a fit) as he gingerly stands up. It isn’t until a petite blonde girl front and center stage catches his eye that Kyungsoo stares for longer than necessary. His arms remain at his sides as he drinks in her appearance; bleach blonde wig sticking to her forehead, eyes forming crescent moons, and her bright smile.
Kyungsoo thinks he’s fallen a little bit in love.
“So what did you think of the musical?” Chanyeol slings a casual arm around Kyungsoo’s shoulders.
He shrugs. “It was alright. Jongdae did a fantastic job as the lead.”
Baekhyun jogs along his other side, head bobbing up and down while Sehun and Jongin (where did he come from) are chatting about that cute freshman, Soojung.
“Anyways,” Kyungsoo attempts to escape from Chanyeol’s grasp, “Who was the lead girl? She was really good.”
“Ah, her?” Sehun pipes up from the back, momentarily distracted from his conversation with Jongin. “That’s Park Sunyoung, she’s got an amazing voice.”
“I wouldn’t put it past her if she slept with at least half of the theatre department,” Jongin remarks off-handedly as he shovels ice cream into his mouth.
Kyungsoo looks up from his lecture notes in curiosity. “Who?”
Jongin gestures toward the poster of the school’s spring musical, Legally Blonde, on the wall behind Kyungsoo. “Park Sunyoung.”
Kyungsoo narrows his eyes in distaste. “You don’t even know her.”
“I don’t need to, and quite frankly, I don’t want to,” is Jongin’s cool reply.
Days meld into weeks after that, the topic of Park Sunyoung and whoever she may or may not be don’t resurface when his friends find something else to preoccupy themselves with (in this case Choi Minho has started dating a freshman, named Jinri he vaguely recalls.)
The routine of quiet studying soon mixes in with rambunctious get-togethers of his group of idiotic friends, beer free flowing as they play video games and act like kids. Kyungsoo’s always off to the side, chastising them when things get a little too out of hand.
It’s a bright Wednesday morning, the sky a cerulean blue with no trace of clouds when Kyungsoo happens to need to go to the theatre department to drop off something Jongdae forgot (again.) It’s also by chance that he happens to get lost (he’s mostly familiar with the music department) when he passes through a hallway filled with practice rooms. The glass clad rooms look familiar, but instead of being filled with instruments and the like, the rooms are also littered with props. Kyungsoo’s speed walking until the noise of something dropping followed by a giggle stops him in his tracks; he back tracks, neck craning into the room he thinks the noise had come from.
The space is white, drums and microphone stands are placed haphazardly but what has him staring isn’t the mess, but the two people leaning against the piano in the middle of the room. The girl’s laughs echo through the crack of the door. The taller man nuzzles her neck and before Kyungsoo even has the ability to register what’s happening next; familiar dark brown eyes bore into his own.
Park Sunyoung.
Kyungsoo lets out a strangled noise before he backs away and hurriedly moves away to find Jongdae.
Park Sunyoung and Professor Cho Kyuhyun.
He doesn’t let the thought linger for too long though, because Kyungsoo hates sticky situations and it isn’t something he has a say in either.
Kyungsoo ignores the way his heart cracks, the pain miniscule but it’s enough for him to stop his steps when he’s far away enough, back leaning against the wall as a choked noise escapes his lips.
More days past in another blur and almost a week later Kyungsoo finds himself on campus, incredulously staring at the flyers littering the floor. His eyes are nearly popping out of their sockets as he reads the flyer “PARK SUNYOUNG SHOULD BE EXPELLED FROM SCHOOL” in big, bold font. Underneath that is an incriminating photo of her and Professor Cho in the same practice room Kyungsoo saw earlier that week.
Kyungsoo swallows nervously, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down and he suddenly wonders why he feels so guilty.
Do Kyungsoo likes monotone colors that swirl into his vision as he drinks in the words printed in his text book, black printed letters a stark contrast to the off-white pages. He likes how the words flow together to form sentences that holds information; facts, examples, opinions, words, words, and more words. Printed words are nice because Kyungsoo doesn’t like associating himself with others, besides his group of friends.
The autobiography of Ludwig Von Beethoven provides as a substantial distraction as Kyungsoo absorbs in the information, hand scrawling down notes for his paper that isn’t due for another three weeks.
He quirks a smile because the life of Beethoven is rather interesting, and it draws his attention elsewhere; his thoughts occasionally linger back to the flyer, the words burned into the back of his eyelids. Kyungsoo shakes his head, willing it to go away but the images of Sunyoung and Professor Cho together somehow slip through the cracks.
Kyungsoo ends up calling it an early night, barely 8PM as he makes his way out of the library utterly exhausted from not being able to concentrate. There’s a cool breeze coming from the east, the flyers of Sunyoung that are plastered to the pillars and walls flutter. A few of the papers manage to dislodge themselves, skittering across the asphalt as Kyungsoo sighs before meandering over to grapple at them. He manages to capture a handful, standing up to make his way to the recycling bin nearby. Kyungsoo hears a light scoff in the distance and a string of chortles.
He freezes, eyes widening as he slowly turns around; what he wasn’t expecting was the image of Park Sunyoung, hair askew with arms wrapped protectively around her. Her eyes sparkle, the tears unmistakable as the trails running down her cheeks glisten in the moonlight. She looks unreal; absolutely stunning and beautiful and Kyungsoo’s tongue lodges itself to the roof of his mouth. No words come out when he opens his mouth uselessly.
“So it was you; the one who ruined me?” Sunyoung half-sobs, shaking her head profusely.
Kyungsoo eyes the stack in his hands, arms flailing in attempts to dissuade the idea from Sunyoung. He steps forward as Sunyoung takes a step back, hair sticking to her face from where the tear trails are visible. The guilt claws up his insides, nearly choking him as Kyungsoo kneels onto the ground, the shock uprooting him and turning his world upside down as he watches Sunyoung’s retreating back.
He can’t sleep that night; mind conjuring up the image of Sunyoung’s hunched back, shoulders shaking. Her sobs echo in Kyungsoo’s ears long into the night until he blinks at the sunshine peeking through his blinds.
Kyungsoo’s mind scrambles to grab a hold of reality but eventually his weariness wins out and he drifts into a fitful sleep, fists clutching his blanket in a vice like grip.
He dreams of Sunyoung.
It’s been nearly a week since Kyungsoo has seen any trace of Sunyoung across campus, even going out of his way to loiter outside the theatre apartment with the excuse of meeting Jongdae if he ever got the chance to “run into” her. But even when he waits nearly two hours on one particular day Sunyoung never appears and Kyungsoo’s at his wits end. His hands shake, palms sweaty, and any syllable of “Park Sunyoung” have him jerking in anticipation.
The only time he’s able to see her is at the musical, up on stage surrounded by costars and bright lights.
One night Kyungsoo sits next to a girl from his literature class, Bae Sueji; his friends have decided to go clubbing this particular night. He doesn’t hear the scoff she utters when Sunyoung hits a particular high note that has Kyungsoo’s entire body tingling.
He tries to catch her after the performance ends, a single white rose in his grasp but all Sunyoung does is fix a cold gaze on his form before twisting her arm out of his grasp and darting away into the night. Kyungsoo sighs, the defeat settling heavily on his chest when he makes his way to his dorm. He tosses the rose in a nearby bin, briefly glancing up at the starry sky.
It’s been exactly ten days, thirteen hours, and fifty-three minutes since Kyungsoo has spoken to Sunyoung and the anticipation is gnawing at his insides, turning everything inside out. He feels the urge to lie in bed and wallow in self-pity; it’s a shame how he can’t seem to open up about his problems. Joonmyun sends him worrying glances all throughout their music composition lecture, eyes fixed on his face when he thinks Kyungsoo isn’t looking. He smiles halfheartedly; Joonmyun’s smile looks oddly forced.
The two of them trudge across the center lawn located smack dab in the middle of campus, right in front of the theatre, Joonmyun’s arm wrapped tightly around Kyungsoo’s shoulders. They bicker about the ridiculous amount of homework their permanently pissy professor has assigned them (“a ten page self-composed song due next class? He must be out of his mind!”)
Their attention is drawn to the front of the theatre when a shriek resounds against concrete walls along with the sound of a slap. Joonmyun freezes mid step, Kyungsoo nearly tripping over his own feet before looking over.
Over in the distance he sees Park Sunyoung, hair flying in every direction as mascara trails down her face. The sunlight bounces off of Sunyoung’s brown locks, hair shining even from afar. She looks beautiful Kyungsoo finds himself thinking, utterly dumbstruck.
“Hey, isn’t that Bae Sueji?” Joonmyun’s voice brings him from his reverie.
Kyungsoo winces when shrill voices assault his ears while Joonmyun cringes next to him.
Without even thinking, Kyungsoo’s feet take him closer to the two girls, his fingers clutching the sleeve of Joonmyun’s sweater tightly.
The shouting gets louder as they approach the growing crowd; in the center is Sunyoung screaming and flailing her arms around while Sueji points an accusatory finger at her, a triumphant gleam in her eyes.
“I told you I would get you one day, Park Sunyoung,” Sueji all but cackles, blood red nails reflecting the afternoon sunlight.
Kyungsoo watches as Sunyoung stands there looking lost, her mouth gaping slightly as the tears continue to flow. He inwardly cringes when Sueji scoffs, snapping her fingers and soon she and her entourage are gone. Kyungsoo stands there rooted to the ground; gaze completely focused on Sunyoung as she chokes back a sob before wiping at her face angrily.
“Do you think she’ll be fine?” Joonmyun murmurs. Kyungsoo sighs, eyes never leaving Sunyoung’s retreating back as she all but sprints across campus.
The days following the spat between Sunyoung and Sueji have Kyungsoo burying himself in his text books, cooping up in one of the library’s alcoves finishing up assignments that aren’t due for a few weeks. Baekhyun wears himself thin by trying to convince Kyungsoo to come hang out with them but by the third day he gives up completely while throwing his arms up dramatically. Chanyeol drops by on the fourth day with prodding questions but he too ends up leaving after half an hour of Kyungsoo pointedly dodging the interrogation.
Within five days Kyungsoo’s managed to finish three weeks’ worth of assignments, including getting a good start on his final paper for music theory.
It isn’t until the sixth day that Sehun drops into the empty seat in front of him, startling the older male out of his thoughts. Kyungsoo’s fingers had managed to press on a bunch of random keys, gibberish staring at him from his laptop screen. He mutters under his breath while Sehun gives him a withering look before reaching over and closing his laptop. Sehun’s hand his firm on the device as he snatches it away before Kyungsoo can react.
“You’re doing it again.” Sehun reclines back into his chair, laptop now held hostage in between crossed arms.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Kyungsoo retorts, hand grappling for a nearby text book to flip through.
Sehun lets out an exasperated breath, his eyes rolling in annoyance. “What you always do when you’re stressed, or in this case you’re avoiding something. A problem.”
Kyungsoo briefly looks up from the pages of his psychology book, crinkling his nose displeasure. He decides to not even dignify that with a response.
“Anyways,” Sehun continues with a drawl tone, “Sunyoung hasn’t been coming to class lately, just thought you’d like to know.” He waves a hand in disinterest.
The hairs on the back of his neck are standing on end as Kyungsoo’s eyes blink rapidly, the black and white text blurring in and out of focus. “How do you know this?” he utters, voice small.
“We have literature together. I also overheard from Soojung that she’s been holing herself up in her room.” Sehun suddenly stands up, placing the forgotten laptop back onto the table top before tilting his head to look at Kyungsoo. The older male avoids his gaze.
“Maybe you should go see her. Talk to her or something. I’m sure it’d make you feel a lot better, hyung.” Sehun leaves moments later, leaving Kyungsoo to stew in his thoughts.
Kyungsoo runs into Choi Jinri, literally, by chance on his way to the cafeteria. He had been jogging across the quad area while staring at his feet to make sure he didn’t trip, though that plan backfired. Papers and text books are strewn across the walkway as Jinri giggles and Kyungsoo apologizes profusely. She suddenly stops laughing though, tilting her head to one side as recognition seems to take over. Kyungsoo watches with wide eyes as Jinri breaks out into a breathtaking smile. “You’re Kyungsoo!” She all but happily chirps.
Kyungsoo flinches in surprise, eyes darting around before he stares at the papers in his grasp.
Pleasantries are exchanged and somehow Kyungsoo now has Jinri’s phone number, along with Sunyoung’s number and dorm room. He walks to the cafeteria in a daze, not even bothering to order any food as he sits there listlessly as Minseok and Jongdae argue about which season of The Walking Dead is the best.
Saturday evening has Kyungsoo fidgeting all throughout dinner, especially with Yixing staring at him unblinkingly for long periods of time. When Joonmyun catches him pushing around the food on his plate with a fork instead of eating Kyungsoo makes a hasty retreat by muttering a half-assed excuse of having a paper due Monday. Jongin narrows his eyes but doesn’t make any comments.
Kyungsoo sighs in relief when he’s outside of the cafeteria, the cool air a gentle caress against his burning cheeks. He finds himself aimlessly wandering around campus until he somehow ends up at West Hall, where most of the other underclassmen dorm. It also happens to be Sunyoung’s dorm and Kyungsoo suddenly want to melt into the earth to never be seen or heard from again. Without thinking his feet take him up the concrete stairs, slipping through the glass doors.
He’s greeted with a cacophony of sound, students hanging out in the common room playing video games and cooking in the adjoined kitchen. Kyungsoo instinctively reaches for the post-it in his pocket where Jinri scrawled Sunyoung’s cellphone and room number. 328. That should be on the third floor.
Out of a nervous habit Kyungsoo’s eyes dart around to see if anyone finds him suspicious but everyone seems to be too engrossed in the video game that’s playing on the big screen.
He takes his time to get to Sunyoung’s room when he decides to take the stairs instead of the elevator, mulling over his thoughts and reiterating what he wants to say when he meets with her face to face.
The urge to turn around and hightail out of the place is growing but Kyungsoo puts those thoughts to rest, determination keeping his feet moving up the carpeted stairs.
It isn’t until Kyungsoo is standing in front of her door, fist posed to knock that he freezes up, knees locking and palms sweating. He feels oddly dizzy as he attempts to slow his breathing and calm himself down. His hand still doesn’t move from its frozen state and Kyungsoo wants to toss himself into an abyss for being such a coward. There’s a stutter in his heartbeat when a rush of adrenaline courses through his veins, and soon he loudly raps against the wood three times.
Kyungsoo isn’t given a chance to regret his decision when he hears some shuffling and a muffled groan. The door cracks open and he’s met with one of Sunyoung’s weary eyes and slightly matted hair. Kyungsoo gives her a slight smile and a small hello, awkward coming off him in waves. Uncertainty flickers in her eyes and Kyungsoo feels himself breaking out into a cold sweat.
Sunyoung opens her door a bit wider, allowing Kyungsoo to take it her entire appearance. Her hair looks dull, lifeless almost, and her eyes are red-rimmed from crying he assumes.
Kyungsoo finds himself staring when Sunyoung shifts from one foot to the other, her eyes decidedly focused on some point past his left shoulder.
“What are you doing here?” Sunyoung’s voice sounds tired, but the clipped tone is anything but comforting. Kyungsoo inwardly cringes.
“I just,” Kyungsoo breaths out before attempting to recollect himself. “Want to check up on you?”
The statement comes out as more of a question, Sunyoung quirks an eyebrow in response. A few seconds of tense silence passes until Sunyoung steps aside, hand gesturing for him to enter. Kyungsoo automatically responds, feet taking him into her dimly lit room as the door clicks shut behind him.
Sunyoung exhales before taking a seat on her bed, pulling her legs up, arms wrapped around her calves as her chin rests atop knees. She’s stares at Kyungsoo expectantly. He feels oddly comforted and embarrassed under her scrutiny.
Kyungsoo flexes his fingers but those chocolate brown orbs never leave his face. He audibly gulps before grabbing her desk chair and sitting down himself, hands coming up to grip his jean-clad knees almost painfully. His nervous habit doesn’t escape Sunyoung though as she scoots to the edge of her bed, arms’ releasing her legs from their temporary prison as a warm hand covers his own. Kyungsoo instantly stills, back rigid as he glances around the room as he attempts to completely ignore the soothing circles Sunyoung is tracing on his skin.
Everything suddenly feels too hot as Kyungsoo inhales a shuddery breath; the hand not covered by Sunyoung’s flexes and relaxes.
Kyungsoo’s not sure about how long they stay like that, Sunyoung’s hand gently stroking his own until he feels relaxed, eyes slightly glazed over as he stares off into space. He’s nearly almost forgotten why he’s there in the first place until Sunyoung let’s go of his hand and wraps two thin arms around his neck, pulling his body flush against hers and burying her face into the crook of his neck. Kyungsoo’s arms flail around clumsily before wrapping them around Sunyoung’s waist. She lets out a shaky gasp before babbling about how this whole situation is ridiculous and her relationship with Professor Cho.
For the most part the two of them stay like that, Kyungsoo holding Sunyoung to his chest. He doesn’t catch everything she says, but what he does pick up on sheds some light on the situation.
Sunyoung’s scared that she might be expelled, how there was no relationship between the two of them and that it was her who irresponsibly sought out her professor before pouncing on him like that. The thoughts that cause her the most distress, though, is that she’s worried that Professor Cho might be fired and that the theatre department will probably drop her due to such a scandal.
Warm tears seep through the fabric of his shirt but Kyungsoo can’t even be bothered to care, utterly and completely enraptured.
Sunyoung pulls away from his body after they’ve lapsed into a comfortable silence, hiccupping slightly as she chokes out a laugh. One arm remains wrapped securely around Kyungsoo’s shoulders, her other hand coming up to wipe away the dried tear tracks. Sunyoung murmurs an apology, cheeks tinted pink.¬
They fall into an easy routine the following weeks to come; Jinri had started texting him about how Sunyoung’s coming to class now and how she’s eating in the cafeteria now. For the most part everything is back to normal, except now Kyungsoo finds himself on the third floor of the library tucked into another corner by the history section whispering with Sunyoung. The two of them spend more time in the library now, sometimes working on homework, other times idly chatting about their day.
On good days Sunyoung shows up with two iced milk teas in hand, on others she has something sweet she nabbed from the nearby bakery. Kyungsoo laughs, right hand ruffling her hair before he takes a seat and starts pulling out notebooks and pens.
His friends notice that his absence is more prevalent than before, Joonmyun doesn’t badger him with questions on his whereabouts anymore but that doesn’t stop Kyungsoo’s skin from prickling. Baekhyun regards him dully with sleepy eyes while Chanyeol’s stare is more prodding, invasive even. Kyungsoo mutters a half-formed excuse before nearly sprinting out of the room, heart rapidly beating inside his rib cage.
Sunyoung doesn’t comment on how he shows up nearly half an hour later than their normal time.
Kyungsoo thinks he’s gotten everything under control, that everything is fine and nothing’s changed. That is until Yixing corners him on his way to music composition, his normally lost-looking gaze seeming oddly attentive.
Kyungsoo audibly swallows. “What’s up, Yixing?”
“You’ve been avoiding us a lot lately, you know?” The two of them start walking again, Yixing falling in to step with Kyungsoo’s pace.
“Have I? I’ve been busy with…. Stuff. Homework.” Kyungsoo cringes at the obvious lie.
Yixing chuckles. “Busy? You’re never busy with homework. You always get ahead with assignments.”
Kyungsoo bites his bottom lip, unsure of how to respond. Yixing continues, his voice pitched lower than before. “Is it because of Park Sunyoung?”
The younger male stops mid-step, surprised eyes locking with Yixing’s. There’s a knowing smile on his face, a slight tilt of the lips but it doesn’t do anything to stop all the color from draining from Kyungsoo’s face.
“I-,” Kyungsoo stutters, “How did you know?” It comes out as a squeak.
“I’d be a fool not to have noticed, Kyungsoo. The guys and I,” Yixing pauses. “Well we’ve been thinking that maybe you like her. Not as a friend but romantically speaking.”
Kyungsoo freezes, joints locking into place as his eyes widen significantly, the whites eerily showing. Yixing bats his eyelashes in response, expression calm and collected.
It starts again, the jitters. His leg shakes up and down, fingers twitching around the pencil he's holding. Kyungsoo doesn't see Sunyoung for days, back in a permanent slouch when he dashes across campus and back to his dorm room. Kyungsoo doesn't dare to step foot anywhere near the library, or the cafeteria. Yixing picks up on his odd behavior, expression unreadable as he stares at the younger male.
Kyungsoo has picked up the habit of keeping his phone on silent at all times; Sunyoung had sent multiple texts and called a plethora of times. Each time Kyungsoo ignores the calls and deletes the messages. A frustrated sigh escapes his lips before he bucks down and begins furiously typing on his laptop, vision blurring until only the black words on the screen drown out all other thoughts.
By the fourth day the calls stop, the text messages stopping the day after. Sehun mentions how Sunyoung doesn’t come to question them during lunch anymore. Kyungsoo’s heart clenches in an odd way, a wave of nausea washing over him.
When the sixth day passes his friends don’t stare at him oddly anymore while Joonmyun’s prying has stopped also. Kyungsoo knows he should be grateful for the lack of scrutiny but it does nothing to dissipate the tightness in his back, taunt muscles stretching over bone.
Purplish bags under his eyes begin to develop; the lack of sleep combined with a rigorous study regime has taken its toll on Kyungsoo’s health. He doesn’t have the energy to retaliate when Jongin practically force feeds him congee. The warmth of the soup is oddly comforting as he stares listlessly at his silverware. Baekhyun places two Tylenol next to his glass of water and Kyungsoo nods in thanks, managing a weak smile. The older male smiles back, lips firmly pressed together; it looks forced but Kyungsoo’s mind is too muddled to think any deeper of it.
Minseok says he should skip classes for the day and Kyungsoo ends up spending the afternoon lazing around Jongdae’s apartment, Luhan keeping him company just in case his cold gets even worse.
Kyungsoo’s oddly disappointed when he checks his phone around four in the evening.
0 messages.
Two long and agonizing weeks pass when Kyungsoo eventually, finally accepts that maybe Sunyoung being a constant in his life wasn’t such a bad thing. During his classic literature lecture Kyungsoo finds himself reminiscing about the small things; the little quirks and tidbits that all come together to form one cohesive being. It’s like how music notes strung together form a melody, something like that.
Kyungsoo decides to take the long way back to his dorm from Wufan’s house. They were having a movie and video game marathon of sorts, Chanyeol had insisted. Warm fingers drag along the cement walls of the theatre, the cool asphalt a sharp contrast to his skin. Kyungsoo pleasantly shudders, eyes gazing up to ogle at the sliver of a moon, the stars suddenly a bit brighter than before. An icy gust of wind has him squinting before shoving his hands back into his jacket pockets, feet quickly picking up speed.
Rushing up the steps, Kyungsoo takes two at a time before nearly barreling through the sliding glass doors. Heat immediately engulfs him, the warmth crawling up his fingers and cheeks in tendrils. He inhales deeply, eyes closing for a second before he makes his way towards the elevators. From his peripheral vision Kyungsoo sees a few students still occupying the common area, a romantic comedy playing on the giant flat screen. The elevator dings and Kyungsoo steps in side, finger automatically pressing the third floor button.
The dim yellow of the hallway lights have Kyungsoo’s eyelids fluttering, a dramatic change from the bright fluorescent white of the elevator. He stays rooted to the spot when he’s halfway down the hall. Someone is huddled in front of his dorm room, their legs pulled up with arms wrapped around them tightly. The person, whoever it may be, has their hood up that effectively obscures any hopes of seeing any facial feature. Kyungsoo’s heart throbs almost painfully before recognition dawns on him; his mind screams at him to turn around and run for it but his intuition is louder, more commanding.
Kyungsoo gently calls out Sunyoung’s name, the latter jerking slightly before lifting her head up.
Watery eyes meet his gaze before he nervously gulps steps even more cautious than before. Before he has the chance to ask why Sunyoung’s here a warm body collides with his own and a soft “oof” escapes his lips. Sunyoung buries her face into his coat, small hands grappling at the lapels as she mutters excuses. She ends up tearing up even more, her slight frame shaking in his arms; Kyungsoo continues to stare bewilderedly before Sunyoung gestures for him to open the door.
With Sunyoung’s eyes swollen and puffy, Kyungsoo wraps a comforting arm around her and guides her into his room after flicking on the light.
Kyungsoo barely has the chance to shut the door before firm hands grip the lapels of his coat again and warm lips are on his, back painfully smacking into the wooden door. He freezes, eyes going wide and Sunyoung pulls away and decides to not look at him entirely.
“I--,” a broken sob, “really like you. Like really, really, really like you. A lot.”
He continues staring and Sunyoung chances a glance up, expression immediately falling when all she sees is a blank face with larger than life eyes. She visibly deflates and Kyungsoo internally claws at words, phrases, anything but ends up gurgling a bunch of incoherent syllables.
Kyungsoo inhales, exhales five times as he tries to gather his bearings. Sunyoung looks at him expectantly, eyes speaking volumes.
He can’t find the words; nothing can really describe the hurricane of thoughts and emotions barreling through his mind so Kyungsoo opts for plan B. Hands reach out towards Sunyoung, deft fingers clutching the hood of her jacket as he pulls her in for another kiss.
Sunyoung doesn’t move for a moment, frozen like a statue before relaxing and practically sinking into him. She sags into him as her hands latch onto his hips, lips sliding against his own.
Crinkled eyes greet his vision before his eyelids slide close, arms coming around to pull Sunyoung closer.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Sunyoung asks tentatively, fingers fiddling with the blanket on Kyungsoo’s bed, eyes downcast. A light blush dusts the apples of her cheeks and that familiar warm feeling starts to bubble in the middle of his chest.
Sunyoung continues, “I mean we don’t have to. It’s just I don’t want you to feel pressure. Or something, I don’t know anymore.” The blush reddens when Kyungsoo moves to take a seat next to her; Sunyoung’s first instinct is to flinch away from him.
He gently picks up both of her hands, thumbs rubbing soothing circles along the knuckles of her fingers. Kyungsoo sighs and chuckles under his breath. “You think too much, Sunyoung.”
“I tend to do that a lot, don’t I?”
Sunyoung laughs for a few beats, visibly relaxing as her eyes crinkle into half-moons.
Kyungsoo leans in to press a kiss to her cheek and shuffles over to his night stand, opening the drawer and feeling around for a box. He smiles wryly when he pulls out the box of condoms Sehun got as a joke for his twentieth birthday. Who would’ve thought he’d be using them so soon?
He opens the box, pulls out a foiled packet, and scoots his way back to Sunyoung after reading the instructions with cheeks burning.
“I’ve never done this before,” Kyungsoo admits sheepishly.
“Neither have I,” Sunyoung confesses and the charged atmosphere becomes a bit more bearable.
Sunyoung is the first to move, the cool packet in Kyungsoo’s hand now warm from his palm. She runs her hands along the planes of his chest, slowly pushing the jacket off his shoulders. Kyungsoo lets her as he watches her face in concentration, eyebrows furrowed and the smile on his face is hurting his cheeks.
They take it nice and slow with languid kisses in between discarding clothes and it takes a few tries for Sunyoung to finally get Kyungsoo’s belt buckle open (I can handle this, okay! I just need practice!).
It isn’t until they’re both stark naked that Kyungsoo feels the self-consciousness seep into his mind, eyes following the soft dips and curves of Sunyoung’s nude form. The blush on her cheeks travel down the expanse of her neck, Sunyoung’s arms wrapped protectively around her bosom as her eyes look at everything but him. Kyungsoo quirks a smile, his own cheeks burning with heat as he adjusts himself to hide his erection. It ends up a futile effort when Sunyoung is clearly uncomfortable and Kyungsoo decides to crawl over and pull her into a hug.
Sunyoung lets out a deep sigh, arms still wrapped around her until Kyungsoo gradually moves her arms around his torso, his grip firm on her wrist. Kyungsoo sighs while Sunyoung whimpers when skin touches skin, body heat suddenly becoming too hot. He can feel Sunyoung’s humming bird heartbeat against his own as his hands rub circles on her back. Long moments pass before Kyungsoo pulls back and gives a light peck to Sunyoung’s lips, crooked grin lighting up his face.
Kyungsoo whispers that Sunyoung should lie down and she obliges, hair fanning out on his pillows like a halo. He audibly gulps before busing himself with opening the packet and rolling the condom on.
“Hey, Kyungsoo.” Sunyoung bits her bottom lip, gaze fixed to the ceiling. “We don’t have to do this, you know. Honestly.” She’s fidgeting with her fingers again.
Kyungsoo watches the labored rise and fall of her chest, eyes taking in the seemingly endless expanse of skin before blinking.
“Do you love me?” is his prompt reply.
Sunyoung splutters, an indignant sigh. “Of course.”
She scrunches her nose before continuing, “But we don’t know what’s going to happen in the future. We may be in love now, but what about tomorrow? Next week? Next month? Maybe even next year?”
Kyungsoo shakes his head as laughter bubbles up to his lips before he leans over to look at Sunyoung’s face. One hand cards fingers through her hair, the other cupping Sunyoung’s face.
“Rather than thinking about the future, why don’t we focus on the now? The moment, right here right now is what matters. We’re in love; I love you and you love me. There’s no one else in the world like you, Park Sunyoung.” Kyungsoo pinches her nose, another grin playing on his lips.
Sunyoung sighs in defeat as Kyungsoo spreads her legs apart and crawls in between, the nervousness from earlier hitting him like a wall of bricks.
He takes a few calming breaths before positioning himself at Sunyoung’s entrance, hands suddenly gripping plush thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh that Kyungsoo knows are probably going to leave bruises. He sucks in a breath before easing himself in, tight heat envelops him, eyes rolling to the back of his head when Kyungsoo’s in all the way. What stops him from indulging in his animalistic instinct is Sunyoung’s sharp gasp, her fingers grappling at the bed sheets as she stretches to accompany him. Her eyes are squeezed shut, inhales and exhales shaky and labored.
Nearly an eternity passes before Sunyoung opens her eyes, searing gaze boring in Kyungsoo’s as she detangles her fingers from the fabric, one hand wrapping around Kyungsoo neck to pull him down into a burning kiss that has him seeing stars behind his eyelids. Sunyoung pulls away, peppering kisses along his cheek and murmurs “move” as her legs wrap around his hips.
His thrusts are long, pulling all the way out and pushing back in at an excruciatingly slow pace before Sunyoung’s mewling, begging, him to go faster and soon enough Kyungsoo’s hips are snapping back and forth at an erratic pace. Sunyoung’s nearly sobbing as she moans out his name in that sweet, sweet voice of hers and before he knows it a white glow envelops his entire vision, body taunt as his orgasm wracks through his body like an earthquake. A guttural moan escapes his lips, head thrown back in the heat of the moment.
Kyungsoo comes back down from his high, body slightly limp while hips continue to thrust shallowly on their own accord, it takes him a few heartbeats to regain his sanity.
“Did you…?” the question hangs in the air but instead of answer Sunyoung takes his hand, guiding it towards the bundle of nerves and whispers “Touch me here and continue moving.”
Minutes past, Kyungsoo setting a pace with his thrusts as his thumb circles Sunyoung’s clitoris, as Sunyoung’s body also goes taunt, body arching off the bed beautifully. A soft oh! escapes her lips and soon Sunyoung’s walls clench around him, toe-curling orgasm devouring her entire body and Kyungsoo hears Sunyoung scream out his name.
A light sheen of sweat covers them both as they lay on their sides facing each other in the afterglow. Sunyoung uses one of his arms as a pillow, face snuggling into the crook of his neck while his other arm drapes over her waste. Warm lips are on his collar bone followed by a suction and Kyungsoo looks down to find Sunyoung has given him a hickey (a reminder that this wasn’t a dream, she murmurs.)
As his heartbeat slows, Kyungsoo watches as Sunyoung drifts into unconsciousness before lightly pressing butterfly kisses to her temple and forehead. He ambles off to dream land soon after, pulling Sunyoung’s body flush against his own, the warmth a welcoming feeling.
The bright sunshine nearly blinds Kyungsoo as he rolls over in bed, arm haphazardly flopping onto a warm body that’s lying next to him. He freezes, eyes snapping open but relaxes when he sees Sunyoung’s still-sleeping face. It’s cute when she murmurs something, nose crinkling, and Kyungsoo quietly chuckles into his pillow.
He feels like he’s the king of the world.
Kyungsoo nearly tumbles over in his chair when a soft voice whispers “boo” into his ear and he curses at the jagged line through his reading notes. Chanyeol has a creepy grin on his face as he sinks into the chair next to him, Baekhyun following suit on his other side. He inwardly groans because when these two are up to something it’s never good; nothing is ever good when it’s Chanyeol and Baekhyun.
Baekhyun continues eying him suspiciously and Kyungsoo flushes, eyes darting around before looking down. He clears his throat and shuffles around some papers, the rustling amplified by the blanket of quiet the library offers.
“You’re not cooping yourself up in your room anymore,” Baekhyun remarks, half-heartedly throwing his hand out.
Chanyeol scoots closer, invading Kyungsoo’s personal space until his nose bumps against Kyungsoo’s cheek. Kyungsoo sighs before swatting at Chanyeol’s face in a feeble attempt to let him know that “hey I know this isn’t your thing but I’m really uncomfortable here” without seeming rude. But this is Park Chanyeol so anything relating to attempting to make him stop touching is futile.
They lapse into more silence when Kyungsoo responds to Baekhyun’s comments with a shrug, eyes firmly glued to his loose-leaf papers. Chanyeol opts to fiddle around with his pencil case before reaching over and snatching the notes he was looking over from his hands. He can still Baekhyun’s heavy gaze on him as he peruses his music theory notes.
All three of them nearly jump out of their skins when Kyungsoo’s phone vibrates against the mahogany of the table. Baekhyun shoots a sheepish smile at one of the library volunteers nearby that sends them a spiteful look.
Before the papers even hit the table Chanyeol’s snatching up his phone like the limited edition copy of some idol group’s album and stands up, chair legs scratching the carpet as his eyes widen and he opens the text message.
The only person Kyungsoo talks to through text, besides his gaggle of oddball friends, is Sunyoung.
Shit.
He mentally punches himself for putting a little heart next to her name and if the cackle Chanyeol releases is anything to go by, he’s got a lot of explaining to do and Kyungsoo kind of wants to dig a deep hole and bury himself in it.
From the corner of his eye Kyungsoo sees Baekhyun sporting a smug look on his face, eyebrows raised in apparent curiosity. On second thought, Kyungsoo thinks shooting himself now and sparing the pain of suffocating under dirt is a better option.
Chanyeol guffaws, another library hand shushing them harshly before pressing his lips shut. He gestures for Baekhyun to take a look and if Kyungsoo has an inkling of what he’s looking at; he bets it’s probably his photo album. Kyungsoo thinks of the photos they (as in he and Sunyoung) took and briefly recalls the movie night they had at his room, Sunyoung’s face buried in his chest as he snapped a photo with a wide smile.
Within the next hour or so Kyungsoo is sure that all of his friends will know and he kind of wants to claw his face off and sell his soul for redemption or something.
After nearly smothering himself with his text book, Kyungsoo slowly pulls the book from his face and is greeted with an evil glint in Baekhyun’s eyes.
He’s royally fucked, in more ways than one.
Friday night Kyungsoo finds himself at the local dinner he normally frequents with Sunyoung sitting by his side fiddling with her bracelets as she idly chats with Joonmyun; Sehun and Jongin leer at him with knowing eyes and raised eyebrows. Chanyeol and Baekhyun are playing rock paper scissors while Jongdae and Minseok peruse the menu.
Clammy hands firmly cling onto the table top for moral support when Chanyeol looks up from across the table and sends a greasy wink this way. Kyungsoo suppresses the urge to shove napkins up his nose and into his ears.
Luhan bounds over with an unwilling looking Wufan while Tao and Yixing trail in after them. Kyungsoo tenses because Luhan is the spawn of all evil and loves snooping the gossip mill; this time isn’t any different as he blatantly gives Sunyoung a brief once over before nodding in approval. Instinct kicks in and Kyungsoo wraps an arm around Sunyoung’s waist, jolting her out of her conversation with Joonmyun to pull her flush against his side.
Jongdae snickers under his breath and nudges Minseok in the ribs, cocking his head towards Kyungsoo’s general direction. The flush creeps up his neck and it takes a moment that Sunyoung is the only girl with a group of twelve guys.
Eleven of which are his friends who are probably going to prod and bother her until she’s completely red in the face and she’ll probably never forgive him and oh my god what have I done.
Sunyoung turns to look at Kyungsoo’s face; eyes open wide in surprise before smiling brightly and settling into his embrace. Kyungsoo can feel the grin and attempts to hide it with a cough. Yixing turns to Kyungsoo, a dreamy smile on his lips and blinks blankly. Sunyoung laughs at something Jongin says and hey, maybe this isn’t so bad.
The evening goes better than expected, somehow melding from six to almost nine in the evening; jokes were exchanged, numbers were shared, and all of Kyungsoo’s most embarrassing moments since birth are now known to Sunyoung. The warmth he feels spreads throughout his entire body as Sunyoung jokes with his friends and banters Jongdae’s remarks with her own snappy responses. It’s entertaining, and it doesn’t even bother him all that much when Sehun starts asking about her major and friends.
With their bellies full and plates empty, Tao stands up and stretches lazily, mentioning how he has an early start at work tomorrow. They all concede that it’s probably time to leave and when Kyungsoo moves to pull out his wallet a hand stops him; it’s Luhan who gives him a head shake and mouths that Wufan’s footing the bill this time.
Sunyoung looks disappointed as she waves off Joonmyun and Minseok as they head back to their place, her arm linked through Kyungsoo’s. Chanyeol’s laughter booms into the night when Sunyoung makes an off-handed remark about his gangly height; Sehun pats his back sympathetically before crossing the street and heading home.
More chatting is exchange and Sunyoung pouts up at him, murmuring how she has a vocal lesson to get to in thirty minutes, eyebrows knitted together and it’s so adorable Kyungsoo wants to wrap his arms around her forever. Of course he can’t do that so instead he gives her a kiss on the forehead and offers to walk her back to campus. A shy no escapes her lips before she pecks him on the nose and dashes to the nearest bus stop, arm waving in the air with a brilliant smile on her face.
Kyungsoo sighs, hands easily slipping into his pockets as his eyes become glassy for a moment. But that’s all the time it takes for Jongdae to saunter up and press into his side. The look in his eyes tells Kyungsoo that he’s up to no good.
“So….” Jongdae trails off, rocking on his heels.
Kyungsoo decides to not respond, opting to stare at him instead.
Jongdae lets out a breathy chuckle, one hand sliding into his pocket also, before leaning in close and whispering into Kyungsoo’s ear.
“I know you slept with her,” and the evil little smirk has Kyungsoo turning bright tomato red.
He nearly chokes on air, spluttering as Jongdae cackles like the little shit he is and Kyungsoo swears that his soul lodged itself in his throat.
Kyungsoo really hates his friends.
d.o.-centric; d.o./luna → nc-17, 8199 words
FIVE MONTHS LATER AND THIS MONSTROSITY IS DONE HALLELUJAH. written for keri unnie and omfg sjhafkjHDSKFHjls I am never writing smut again BYE.
Routine defines Do Kyungsoo’s existence. His mantra: a place for everything and everything in its place. He promptly wakes up at 6:45am every morning and by 7:10am Kyungsoo is on his way to the café he frequents. The barista behind the counter already knows what coffee he likes (tall, black, 2 creams and 1 sugar) and by 7:30am he’s leisurely sipping on his cup in his usual seat by the window. Kyungsoo glances outside occasionally, eyeing the various people in all sorts of clothing. At 8am on the dot he leaves the warm haven and trudges his way towards campus for his morning classes.
Do Kyungsoo is a music theory major. His friends (specifically Jongin and Chanyeol) always feel the need to question why he’s pursuing a “lame” degree. What they don’t understand is that Kyungsoo finds it absolutely exhilarating to analyze and pick apart music. What notes make what sounds, the patterns and structures that make a song flow, to the different rhythms and tempos.
Kyungsoo doesn’t like socializing all that much. In fact, he’s bemused at the fact that he has friends (eleven of them, actually) and they’re always more or less attached at the hips. It might also be because most of them are childhood friends; growing up from grade school to high school makes one rather nostalgic, it seems.
Being his antisocial self, Kyungsoo spends his Friday evening in the library to his advantage. He’s two weeks ahead of the material in his general education classes which allows him to be able to listen to music, pick apart its core components and analyze every nook and cranny.
Chanyeol shows up half past seven with a too-wide smile plastered to his face; the hairs on the back of Kyungsoo’s neck stand up, eyes widening in despair.
It takes Chanyeol all but ten seconds to snatch up all of Kyungsoo’s books and papers and chuck them haphazardly into his backpack. Kyungsoo stifles a cry as he watches the papers crinkle before Chanyeol has a hold of his wrist and pulling him towards the sliding glass doors.
Baekhyun and Sehun are waiting outside, sporting similar expressions of amusement as Chanyeol stomps up to them with a bewildered Kyungsoo dragging behind him.
“Let’s go.” Baekhyun chuckles as he hooks his arm through Kyungsoo’s (the one not currently in Chanyeol’s iron grip.)
The theatre is across campus and Kyungsoo still isn’t sure why he’s being dragged to see this musical. The last time his “friends” made him go to one it was a disaster (the lead singers couldn’t harmonize properly and it didn’t help that neither knew what key to sing in either.)
Baekhyun and Chanyeol are babbling about how Jongdae finally has a good part (he’s the leading man) and the two of them treat Kyungsoo as a rag doll of sorts, swinging his arms back and forth like little children. Sehun walks a few steps ahead of them to avoid the embarrassment.
They reach the back side of the theatre, the side doors slightly ajar to let out streaming light and cacophonies of noise. The group passes by with no mind, fast walking towards the entrance. A muffled sound catches Kyungsoo’s ear and he stops in front of another door that is also propped open, the lights completely off, and he hears a soft voice singing a melodious tune. Before he has the chance to even process who it may or may not be and what song that person was singing Baekhyun shouts from a few meters away to hurry up.
All Kyungsoo is sure about is that the voice belonged to a girl, a very talented girl in his honest opinion.
The four of them eventually make it to the theatre before the doors close, panting slightly and Chanyeol hands the person about to shut them out four tickets and smiles charmingly. The girl (Taeyeon, was it?) blushes and lets them pass through without a second thought.
The audience’s cheering ruses Kyungsoo from his doze, feet stomping and hands clapping loudly in his ears as he peers up at the stage with bleary eyes. It takes a moment for him to register that the musical has ended (Jongdae is going to have a fit) as he gingerly stands up. It isn’t until a petite blonde girl front and center stage catches his eye that Kyungsoo stares for longer than necessary. His arms remain at his sides as he drinks in her appearance; bleach blonde wig sticking to her forehead, eyes forming crescent moons, and her bright smile.
Kyungsoo thinks he’s fallen a little bit in love.
“So what did you think of the musical?” Chanyeol slings a casual arm around Kyungsoo’s shoulders.
He shrugs. “It was alright. Jongdae did a fantastic job as the lead.”
Baekhyun jogs along his other side, head bobbing up and down while Sehun and Jongin (where did he come from) are chatting about that cute freshman, Soojung.
“Anyways,” Kyungsoo attempts to escape from Chanyeol’s grasp, “Who was the lead girl? She was really good.”
“Ah, her?” Sehun pipes up from the back, momentarily distracted from his conversation with Jongin. “That’s Park Sunyoung, she’s got an amazing voice.”
“I wouldn’t put it past her if she slept with at least half of the theatre department,” Jongin remarks off-handedly as he shovels ice cream into his mouth.
Kyungsoo looks up from his lecture notes in curiosity. “Who?”
Jongin gestures toward the poster of the school’s spring musical, Legally Blonde, on the wall behind Kyungsoo. “Park Sunyoung.”
Kyungsoo narrows his eyes in distaste. “You don’t even know her.”
“I don’t need to, and quite frankly, I don’t want to,” is Jongin’s cool reply.
Days meld into weeks after that, the topic of Park Sunyoung and whoever she may or may not be don’t resurface when his friends find something else to preoccupy themselves with (in this case Choi Minho has started dating a freshman, named Jinri he vaguely recalls.)
The routine of quiet studying soon mixes in with rambunctious get-togethers of his group of idiotic friends, beer free flowing as they play video games and act like kids. Kyungsoo’s always off to the side, chastising them when things get a little too out of hand.
It’s a bright Wednesday morning, the sky a cerulean blue with no trace of clouds when Kyungsoo happens to need to go to the theatre department to drop off something Jongdae forgot (again.) It’s also by chance that he happens to get lost (he’s mostly familiar with the music department) when he passes through a hallway filled with practice rooms. The glass clad rooms look familiar, but instead of being filled with instruments and the like, the rooms are also littered with props. Kyungsoo’s speed walking until the noise of something dropping followed by a giggle stops him in his tracks; he back tracks, neck craning into the room he thinks the noise had come from.
The space is white, drums and microphone stands are placed haphazardly but what has him staring isn’t the mess, but the two people leaning against the piano in the middle of the room. The girl’s laughs echo through the crack of the door. The taller man nuzzles her neck and before Kyungsoo even has the ability to register what’s happening next; familiar dark brown eyes bore into his own.
Park Sunyoung.
Kyungsoo lets out a strangled noise before he backs away and hurriedly moves away to find Jongdae.
Park Sunyoung and Professor Cho Kyuhyun.
He doesn’t let the thought linger for too long though, because Kyungsoo hates sticky situations and it isn’t something he has a say in either.
Kyungsoo ignores the way his heart cracks, the pain miniscule but it’s enough for him to stop his steps when he’s far away enough, back leaning against the wall as a choked noise escapes his lips.
More days past in another blur and almost a week later Kyungsoo finds himself on campus, incredulously staring at the flyers littering the floor. His eyes are nearly popping out of their sockets as he reads the flyer “PARK SUNYOUNG SHOULD BE EXPELLED FROM SCHOOL” in big, bold font. Underneath that is an incriminating photo of her and Professor Cho in the same practice room Kyungsoo saw earlier that week.
Kyungsoo swallows nervously, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down and he suddenly wonders why he feels so guilty.
Do Kyungsoo likes monotone colors that swirl into his vision as he drinks in the words printed in his text book, black printed letters a stark contrast to the off-white pages. He likes how the words flow together to form sentences that holds information; facts, examples, opinions, words, words, and more words. Printed words are nice because Kyungsoo doesn’t like associating himself with others, besides his group of friends.
The autobiography of Ludwig Von Beethoven provides as a substantial distraction as Kyungsoo absorbs in the information, hand scrawling down notes for his paper that isn’t due for another three weeks.
He quirks a smile because the life of Beethoven is rather interesting, and it draws his attention elsewhere; his thoughts occasionally linger back to the flyer, the words burned into the back of his eyelids. Kyungsoo shakes his head, willing it to go away but the images of Sunyoung and Professor Cho together somehow slip through the cracks.
Kyungsoo ends up calling it an early night, barely 8PM as he makes his way out of the library utterly exhausted from not being able to concentrate. There’s a cool breeze coming from the east, the flyers of Sunyoung that are plastered to the pillars and walls flutter. A few of the papers manage to dislodge themselves, skittering across the asphalt as Kyungsoo sighs before meandering over to grapple at them. He manages to capture a handful, standing up to make his way to the recycling bin nearby. Kyungsoo hears a light scoff in the distance and a string of chortles.
He freezes, eyes widening as he slowly turns around; what he wasn’t expecting was the image of Park Sunyoung, hair askew with arms wrapped protectively around her. Her eyes sparkle, the tears unmistakable as the trails running down her cheeks glisten in the moonlight. She looks unreal; absolutely stunning and beautiful and Kyungsoo’s tongue lodges itself to the roof of his mouth. No words come out when he opens his mouth uselessly.
“So it was you; the one who ruined me?” Sunyoung half-sobs, shaking her head profusely.
Kyungsoo eyes the stack in his hands, arms flailing in attempts to dissuade the idea from Sunyoung. He steps forward as Sunyoung takes a step back, hair sticking to her face from where the tear trails are visible. The guilt claws up his insides, nearly choking him as Kyungsoo kneels onto the ground, the shock uprooting him and turning his world upside down as he watches Sunyoung’s retreating back.
He can’t sleep that night; mind conjuring up the image of Sunyoung’s hunched back, shoulders shaking. Her sobs echo in Kyungsoo’s ears long into the night until he blinks at the sunshine peeking through his blinds.
Kyungsoo’s mind scrambles to grab a hold of reality but eventually his weariness wins out and he drifts into a fitful sleep, fists clutching his blanket in a vice like grip.
He dreams of Sunyoung.
It’s been nearly a week since Kyungsoo has seen any trace of Sunyoung across campus, even going out of his way to loiter outside the theatre apartment with the excuse of meeting Jongdae if he ever got the chance to “run into” her. But even when he waits nearly two hours on one particular day Sunyoung never appears and Kyungsoo’s at his wits end. His hands shake, palms sweaty, and any syllable of “Park Sunyoung” have him jerking in anticipation.
The only time he’s able to see her is at the musical, up on stage surrounded by costars and bright lights.
One night Kyungsoo sits next to a girl from his literature class, Bae Sueji; his friends have decided to go clubbing this particular night. He doesn’t hear the scoff she utters when Sunyoung hits a particular high note that has Kyungsoo’s entire body tingling.
He tries to catch her after the performance ends, a single white rose in his grasp but all Sunyoung does is fix a cold gaze on his form before twisting her arm out of his grasp and darting away into the night. Kyungsoo sighs, the defeat settling heavily on his chest when he makes his way to his dorm. He tosses the rose in a nearby bin, briefly glancing up at the starry sky.
It’s been exactly ten days, thirteen hours, and fifty-three minutes since Kyungsoo has spoken to Sunyoung and the anticipation is gnawing at his insides, turning everything inside out. He feels the urge to lie in bed and wallow in self-pity; it’s a shame how he can’t seem to open up about his problems. Joonmyun sends him worrying glances all throughout their music composition lecture, eyes fixed on his face when he thinks Kyungsoo isn’t looking. He smiles halfheartedly; Joonmyun’s smile looks oddly forced.
The two of them trudge across the center lawn located smack dab in the middle of campus, right in front of the theatre, Joonmyun’s arm wrapped tightly around Kyungsoo’s shoulders. They bicker about the ridiculous amount of homework their permanently pissy professor has assigned them (“a ten page self-composed song due next class? He must be out of his mind!”)
Their attention is drawn to the front of the theatre when a shriek resounds against concrete walls along with the sound of a slap. Joonmyun freezes mid step, Kyungsoo nearly tripping over his own feet before looking over.
Over in the distance he sees Park Sunyoung, hair flying in every direction as mascara trails down her face. The sunlight bounces off of Sunyoung’s brown locks, hair shining even from afar. She looks beautiful Kyungsoo finds himself thinking, utterly dumbstruck.
“Hey, isn’t that Bae Sueji?” Joonmyun’s voice brings him from his reverie.
Kyungsoo winces when shrill voices assault his ears while Joonmyun cringes next to him.
Without even thinking, Kyungsoo’s feet take him closer to the two girls, his fingers clutching the sleeve of Joonmyun’s sweater tightly.
The shouting gets louder as they approach the growing crowd; in the center is Sunyoung screaming and flailing her arms around while Sueji points an accusatory finger at her, a triumphant gleam in her eyes.
“I told you I would get you one day, Park Sunyoung,” Sueji all but cackles, blood red nails reflecting the afternoon sunlight.
Kyungsoo watches as Sunyoung stands there looking lost, her mouth gaping slightly as the tears continue to flow. He inwardly cringes when Sueji scoffs, snapping her fingers and soon she and her entourage are gone. Kyungsoo stands there rooted to the ground; gaze completely focused on Sunyoung as she chokes back a sob before wiping at her face angrily.
“Do you think she’ll be fine?” Joonmyun murmurs. Kyungsoo sighs, eyes never leaving Sunyoung’s retreating back as she all but sprints across campus.
The days following the spat between Sunyoung and Sueji have Kyungsoo burying himself in his text books, cooping up in one of the library’s alcoves finishing up assignments that aren’t due for a few weeks. Baekhyun wears himself thin by trying to convince Kyungsoo to come hang out with them but by the third day he gives up completely while throwing his arms up dramatically. Chanyeol drops by on the fourth day with prodding questions but he too ends up leaving after half an hour of Kyungsoo pointedly dodging the interrogation.
Within five days Kyungsoo’s managed to finish three weeks’ worth of assignments, including getting a good start on his final paper for music theory.
It isn’t until the sixth day that Sehun drops into the empty seat in front of him, startling the older male out of his thoughts. Kyungsoo’s fingers had managed to press on a bunch of random keys, gibberish staring at him from his laptop screen. He mutters under his breath while Sehun gives him a withering look before reaching over and closing his laptop. Sehun’s hand his firm on the device as he snatches it away before Kyungsoo can react.
“You’re doing it again.” Sehun reclines back into his chair, laptop now held hostage in between crossed arms.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Kyungsoo retorts, hand grappling for a nearby text book to flip through.
Sehun lets out an exasperated breath, his eyes rolling in annoyance. “What you always do when you’re stressed, or in this case you’re avoiding something. A problem.”
Kyungsoo briefly looks up from the pages of his psychology book, crinkling his nose displeasure. He decides to not even dignify that with a response.
“Anyways,” Sehun continues with a drawl tone, “Sunyoung hasn’t been coming to class lately, just thought you’d like to know.” He waves a hand in disinterest.
The hairs on the back of his neck are standing on end as Kyungsoo’s eyes blink rapidly, the black and white text blurring in and out of focus. “How do you know this?” he utters, voice small.
“We have literature together. I also overheard from Soojung that she’s been holing herself up in her room.” Sehun suddenly stands up, placing the forgotten laptop back onto the table top before tilting his head to look at Kyungsoo. The older male avoids his gaze.
“Maybe you should go see her. Talk to her or something. I’m sure it’d make you feel a lot better, hyung.” Sehun leaves moments later, leaving Kyungsoo to stew in his thoughts.
Kyungsoo runs into Choi Jinri, literally, by chance on his way to the cafeteria. He had been jogging across the quad area while staring at his feet to make sure he didn’t trip, though that plan backfired. Papers and text books are strewn across the walkway as Jinri giggles and Kyungsoo apologizes profusely. She suddenly stops laughing though, tilting her head to one side as recognition seems to take over. Kyungsoo watches with wide eyes as Jinri breaks out into a breathtaking smile. “You’re Kyungsoo!” She all but happily chirps.
Kyungsoo flinches in surprise, eyes darting around before he stares at the papers in his grasp.
Pleasantries are exchanged and somehow Kyungsoo now has Jinri’s phone number, along with Sunyoung’s number and dorm room. He walks to the cafeteria in a daze, not even bothering to order any food as he sits there listlessly as Minseok and Jongdae argue about which season of The Walking Dead is the best.
Saturday evening has Kyungsoo fidgeting all throughout dinner, especially with Yixing staring at him unblinkingly for long periods of time. When Joonmyun catches him pushing around the food on his plate with a fork instead of eating Kyungsoo makes a hasty retreat by muttering a half-assed excuse of having a paper due Monday. Jongin narrows his eyes but doesn’t make any comments.
Kyungsoo sighs in relief when he’s outside of the cafeteria, the cool air a gentle caress against his burning cheeks. He finds himself aimlessly wandering around campus until he somehow ends up at West Hall, where most of the other underclassmen dorm. It also happens to be Sunyoung’s dorm and Kyungsoo suddenly want to melt into the earth to never be seen or heard from again. Without thinking his feet take him up the concrete stairs, slipping through the glass doors.
He’s greeted with a cacophony of sound, students hanging out in the common room playing video games and cooking in the adjoined kitchen. Kyungsoo instinctively reaches for the post-it in his pocket where Jinri scrawled Sunyoung’s cellphone and room number. 328. That should be on the third floor.
Out of a nervous habit Kyungsoo’s eyes dart around to see if anyone finds him suspicious but everyone seems to be too engrossed in the video game that’s playing on the big screen.
He takes his time to get to Sunyoung’s room when he decides to take the stairs instead of the elevator, mulling over his thoughts and reiterating what he wants to say when he meets with her face to face.
The urge to turn around and hightail out of the place is growing but Kyungsoo puts those thoughts to rest, determination keeping his feet moving up the carpeted stairs.
It isn’t until Kyungsoo is standing in front of her door, fist posed to knock that he freezes up, knees locking and palms sweating. He feels oddly dizzy as he attempts to slow his breathing and calm himself down. His hand still doesn’t move from its frozen state and Kyungsoo wants to toss himself into an abyss for being such a coward. There’s a stutter in his heartbeat when a rush of adrenaline courses through his veins, and soon he loudly raps against the wood three times.
Kyungsoo isn’t given a chance to regret his decision when he hears some shuffling and a muffled groan. The door cracks open and he’s met with one of Sunyoung’s weary eyes and slightly matted hair. Kyungsoo gives her a slight smile and a small hello, awkward coming off him in waves. Uncertainty flickers in her eyes and Kyungsoo feels himself breaking out into a cold sweat.
Sunyoung opens her door a bit wider, allowing Kyungsoo to take it her entire appearance. Her hair looks dull, lifeless almost, and her eyes are red-rimmed from crying he assumes.
Kyungsoo finds himself staring when Sunyoung shifts from one foot to the other, her eyes decidedly focused on some point past his left shoulder.
“What are you doing here?” Sunyoung’s voice sounds tired, but the clipped tone is anything but comforting. Kyungsoo inwardly cringes.
“I just,” Kyungsoo breaths out before attempting to recollect himself. “Want to check up on you?”
The statement comes out as more of a question, Sunyoung quirks an eyebrow in response. A few seconds of tense silence passes until Sunyoung steps aside, hand gesturing for him to enter. Kyungsoo automatically responds, feet taking him into her dimly lit room as the door clicks shut behind him.
Sunyoung exhales before taking a seat on her bed, pulling her legs up, arms wrapped around her calves as her chin rests atop knees. She’s stares at Kyungsoo expectantly. He feels oddly comforted and embarrassed under her scrutiny.
Kyungsoo flexes his fingers but those chocolate brown orbs never leave his face. He audibly gulps before grabbing her desk chair and sitting down himself, hands coming up to grip his jean-clad knees almost painfully. His nervous habit doesn’t escape Sunyoung though as she scoots to the edge of her bed, arms’ releasing her legs from their temporary prison as a warm hand covers his own. Kyungsoo instantly stills, back rigid as he glances around the room as he attempts to completely ignore the soothing circles Sunyoung is tracing on his skin.
Everything suddenly feels too hot as Kyungsoo inhales a shuddery breath; the hand not covered by Sunyoung’s flexes and relaxes.
Kyungsoo’s not sure about how long they stay like that, Sunyoung’s hand gently stroking his own until he feels relaxed, eyes slightly glazed over as he stares off into space. He’s nearly almost forgotten why he’s there in the first place until Sunyoung let’s go of his hand and wraps two thin arms around his neck, pulling his body flush against hers and burying her face into the crook of his neck. Kyungsoo’s arms flail around clumsily before wrapping them around Sunyoung’s waist. She lets out a shaky gasp before babbling about how this whole situation is ridiculous and her relationship with Professor Cho.
For the most part the two of them stay like that, Kyungsoo holding Sunyoung to his chest. He doesn’t catch everything she says, but what he does pick up on sheds some light on the situation.
Sunyoung’s scared that she might be expelled, how there was no relationship between the two of them and that it was her who irresponsibly sought out her professor before pouncing on him like that. The thoughts that cause her the most distress, though, is that she’s worried that Professor Cho might be fired and that the theatre department will probably drop her due to such a scandal.
Warm tears seep through the fabric of his shirt but Kyungsoo can’t even be bothered to care, utterly and completely enraptured.
Sunyoung pulls away from his body after they’ve lapsed into a comfortable silence, hiccupping slightly as she chokes out a laugh. One arm remains wrapped securely around Kyungsoo’s shoulders, her other hand coming up to wipe away the dried tear tracks. Sunyoung murmurs an apology, cheeks tinted pink.¬
They fall into an easy routine the following weeks to come; Jinri had started texting him about how Sunyoung’s coming to class now and how she’s eating in the cafeteria now. For the most part everything is back to normal, except now Kyungsoo finds himself on the third floor of the library tucked into another corner by the history section whispering with Sunyoung. The two of them spend more time in the library now, sometimes working on homework, other times idly chatting about their day.
On good days Sunyoung shows up with two iced milk teas in hand, on others she has something sweet she nabbed from the nearby bakery. Kyungsoo laughs, right hand ruffling her hair before he takes a seat and starts pulling out notebooks and pens.
His friends notice that his absence is more prevalent than before, Joonmyun doesn’t badger him with questions on his whereabouts anymore but that doesn’t stop Kyungsoo’s skin from prickling. Baekhyun regards him dully with sleepy eyes while Chanyeol’s stare is more prodding, invasive even. Kyungsoo mutters a half-formed excuse before nearly sprinting out of the room, heart rapidly beating inside his rib cage.
Sunyoung doesn’t comment on how he shows up nearly half an hour later than their normal time.
Kyungsoo thinks he’s gotten everything under control, that everything is fine and nothing’s changed. That is until Yixing corners him on his way to music composition, his normally lost-looking gaze seeming oddly attentive.
Kyungsoo audibly swallows. “What’s up, Yixing?”
“You’ve been avoiding us a lot lately, you know?” The two of them start walking again, Yixing falling in to step with Kyungsoo’s pace.
“Have I? I’ve been busy with…. Stuff. Homework.” Kyungsoo cringes at the obvious lie.
Yixing chuckles. “Busy? You’re never busy with homework. You always get ahead with assignments.”
Kyungsoo bites his bottom lip, unsure of how to respond. Yixing continues, his voice pitched lower than before. “Is it because of Park Sunyoung?”
The younger male stops mid-step, surprised eyes locking with Yixing’s. There’s a knowing smile on his face, a slight tilt of the lips but it doesn’t do anything to stop all the color from draining from Kyungsoo’s face.
“I-,” Kyungsoo stutters, “How did you know?” It comes out as a squeak.
“I’d be a fool not to have noticed, Kyungsoo. The guys and I,” Yixing pauses. “Well we’ve been thinking that maybe you like her. Not as a friend but romantically speaking.”
Kyungsoo freezes, joints locking into place as his eyes widen significantly, the whites eerily showing. Yixing bats his eyelashes in response, expression calm and collected.
It starts again, the jitters. His leg shakes up and down, fingers twitching around the pencil he's holding. Kyungsoo doesn't see Sunyoung for days, back in a permanent slouch when he dashes across campus and back to his dorm room. Kyungsoo doesn't dare to step foot anywhere near the library, or the cafeteria. Yixing picks up on his odd behavior, expression unreadable as he stares at the younger male.
Kyungsoo has picked up the habit of keeping his phone on silent at all times; Sunyoung had sent multiple texts and called a plethora of times. Each time Kyungsoo ignores the calls and deletes the messages. A frustrated sigh escapes his lips before he bucks down and begins furiously typing on his laptop, vision blurring until only the black words on the screen drown out all other thoughts.
By the fourth day the calls stop, the text messages stopping the day after. Sehun mentions how Sunyoung doesn’t come to question them during lunch anymore. Kyungsoo’s heart clenches in an odd way, a wave of nausea washing over him.
When the sixth day passes his friends don’t stare at him oddly anymore while Joonmyun’s prying has stopped also. Kyungsoo knows he should be grateful for the lack of scrutiny but it does nothing to dissipate the tightness in his back, taunt muscles stretching over bone.
Purplish bags under his eyes begin to develop; the lack of sleep combined with a rigorous study regime has taken its toll on Kyungsoo’s health. He doesn’t have the energy to retaliate when Jongin practically force feeds him congee. The warmth of the soup is oddly comforting as he stares listlessly at his silverware. Baekhyun places two Tylenol next to his glass of water and Kyungsoo nods in thanks, managing a weak smile. The older male smiles back, lips firmly pressed together; it looks forced but Kyungsoo’s mind is too muddled to think any deeper of it.
Minseok says he should skip classes for the day and Kyungsoo ends up spending the afternoon lazing around Jongdae’s apartment, Luhan keeping him company just in case his cold gets even worse.
Kyungsoo’s oddly disappointed when he checks his phone around four in the evening.
0 messages.
Two long and agonizing weeks pass when Kyungsoo eventually, finally accepts that maybe Sunyoung being a constant in his life wasn’t such a bad thing. During his classic literature lecture Kyungsoo finds himself reminiscing about the small things; the little quirks and tidbits that all come together to form one cohesive being. It’s like how music notes strung together form a melody, something like that.
Kyungsoo decides to take the long way back to his dorm from Wufan’s house. They were having a movie and video game marathon of sorts, Chanyeol had insisted. Warm fingers drag along the cement walls of the theatre, the cool asphalt a sharp contrast to his skin. Kyungsoo pleasantly shudders, eyes gazing up to ogle at the sliver of a moon, the stars suddenly a bit brighter than before. An icy gust of wind has him squinting before shoving his hands back into his jacket pockets, feet quickly picking up speed.
Rushing up the steps, Kyungsoo takes two at a time before nearly barreling through the sliding glass doors. Heat immediately engulfs him, the warmth crawling up his fingers and cheeks in tendrils. He inhales deeply, eyes closing for a second before he makes his way towards the elevators. From his peripheral vision Kyungsoo sees a few students still occupying the common area, a romantic comedy playing on the giant flat screen. The elevator dings and Kyungsoo steps in side, finger automatically pressing the third floor button.
The dim yellow of the hallway lights have Kyungsoo’s eyelids fluttering, a dramatic change from the bright fluorescent white of the elevator. He stays rooted to the spot when he’s halfway down the hall. Someone is huddled in front of his dorm room, their legs pulled up with arms wrapped around them tightly. The person, whoever it may be, has their hood up that effectively obscures any hopes of seeing any facial feature. Kyungsoo’s heart throbs almost painfully before recognition dawns on him; his mind screams at him to turn around and run for it but his intuition is louder, more commanding.
Kyungsoo gently calls out Sunyoung’s name, the latter jerking slightly before lifting her head up.
Watery eyes meet his gaze before he nervously gulps steps even more cautious than before. Before he has the chance to ask why Sunyoung’s here a warm body collides with his own and a soft “oof” escapes his lips. Sunyoung buries her face into his coat, small hands grappling at the lapels as she mutters excuses. She ends up tearing up even more, her slight frame shaking in his arms; Kyungsoo continues to stare bewilderedly before Sunyoung gestures for him to open the door.
With Sunyoung’s eyes swollen and puffy, Kyungsoo wraps a comforting arm around her and guides her into his room after flicking on the light.
Kyungsoo barely has the chance to shut the door before firm hands grip the lapels of his coat again and warm lips are on his, back painfully smacking into the wooden door. He freezes, eyes going wide and Sunyoung pulls away and decides to not look at him entirely.
“I--,” a broken sob, “really like you. Like really, really, really like you. A lot.”
He continues staring and Sunyoung chances a glance up, expression immediately falling when all she sees is a blank face with larger than life eyes. She visibly deflates and Kyungsoo internally claws at words, phrases, anything but ends up gurgling a bunch of incoherent syllables.
Kyungsoo inhales, exhales five times as he tries to gather his bearings. Sunyoung looks at him expectantly, eyes speaking volumes.
He can’t find the words; nothing can really describe the hurricane of thoughts and emotions barreling through his mind so Kyungsoo opts for plan B. Hands reach out towards Sunyoung, deft fingers clutching the hood of her jacket as he pulls her in for another kiss.
Sunyoung doesn’t move for a moment, frozen like a statue before relaxing and practically sinking into him. She sags into him as her hands latch onto his hips, lips sliding against his own.
Crinkled eyes greet his vision before his eyelids slide close, arms coming around to pull Sunyoung closer.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Sunyoung asks tentatively, fingers fiddling with the blanket on Kyungsoo’s bed, eyes downcast. A light blush dusts the apples of her cheeks and that familiar warm feeling starts to bubble in the middle of his chest.
Sunyoung continues, “I mean we don’t have to. It’s just I don’t want you to feel pressure. Or something, I don’t know anymore.” The blush reddens when Kyungsoo moves to take a seat next to her; Sunyoung’s first instinct is to flinch away from him.
He gently picks up both of her hands, thumbs rubbing soothing circles along the knuckles of her fingers. Kyungsoo sighs and chuckles under his breath. “You think too much, Sunyoung.”
“I tend to do that a lot, don’t I?”
Sunyoung laughs for a few beats, visibly relaxing as her eyes crinkle into half-moons.
Kyungsoo leans in to press a kiss to her cheek and shuffles over to his night stand, opening the drawer and feeling around for a box. He smiles wryly when he pulls out the box of condoms Sehun got as a joke for his twentieth birthday. Who would’ve thought he’d be using them so soon?
He opens the box, pulls out a foiled packet, and scoots his way back to Sunyoung after reading the instructions with cheeks burning.
“I’ve never done this before,” Kyungsoo admits sheepishly.
“Neither have I,” Sunyoung confesses and the charged atmosphere becomes a bit more bearable.
Sunyoung is the first to move, the cool packet in Kyungsoo’s hand now warm from his palm. She runs her hands along the planes of his chest, slowly pushing the jacket off his shoulders. Kyungsoo lets her as he watches her face in concentration, eyebrows furrowed and the smile on his face is hurting his cheeks.
They take it nice and slow with languid kisses in between discarding clothes and it takes a few tries for Sunyoung to finally get Kyungsoo’s belt buckle open (I can handle this, okay! I just need practice!).
It isn’t until they’re both stark naked that Kyungsoo feels the self-consciousness seep into his mind, eyes following the soft dips and curves of Sunyoung’s nude form. The blush on her cheeks travel down the expanse of her neck, Sunyoung’s arms wrapped protectively around her bosom as her eyes look at everything but him. Kyungsoo quirks a smile, his own cheeks burning with heat as he adjusts himself to hide his erection. It ends up a futile effort when Sunyoung is clearly uncomfortable and Kyungsoo decides to crawl over and pull her into a hug.
Sunyoung lets out a deep sigh, arms still wrapped around her until Kyungsoo gradually moves her arms around his torso, his grip firm on her wrist. Kyungsoo sighs while Sunyoung whimpers when skin touches skin, body heat suddenly becoming too hot. He can feel Sunyoung’s humming bird heartbeat against his own as his hands rub circles on her back. Long moments pass before Kyungsoo pulls back and gives a light peck to Sunyoung’s lips, crooked grin lighting up his face.
Kyungsoo whispers that Sunyoung should lie down and she obliges, hair fanning out on his pillows like a halo. He audibly gulps before busing himself with opening the packet and rolling the condom on.
“Hey, Kyungsoo.” Sunyoung bits her bottom lip, gaze fixed to the ceiling. “We don’t have to do this, you know. Honestly.” She’s fidgeting with her fingers again.
Kyungsoo watches the labored rise and fall of her chest, eyes taking in the seemingly endless expanse of skin before blinking.
“Do you love me?” is his prompt reply.
Sunyoung splutters, an indignant sigh. “Of course.”
She scrunches her nose before continuing, “But we don’t know what’s going to happen in the future. We may be in love now, but what about tomorrow? Next week? Next month? Maybe even next year?”
Kyungsoo shakes his head as laughter bubbles up to his lips before he leans over to look at Sunyoung’s face. One hand cards fingers through her hair, the other cupping Sunyoung’s face.
“Rather than thinking about the future, why don’t we focus on the now? The moment, right here right now is what matters. We’re in love; I love you and you love me. There’s no one else in the world like you, Park Sunyoung.” Kyungsoo pinches her nose, another grin playing on his lips.
Sunyoung sighs in defeat as Kyungsoo spreads her legs apart and crawls in between, the nervousness from earlier hitting him like a wall of bricks.
He takes a few calming breaths before positioning himself at Sunyoung’s entrance, hands suddenly gripping plush thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh that Kyungsoo knows are probably going to leave bruises. He sucks in a breath before easing himself in, tight heat envelops him, eyes rolling to the back of his head when Kyungsoo’s in all the way. What stops him from indulging in his animalistic instinct is Sunyoung’s sharp gasp, her fingers grappling at the bed sheets as she stretches to accompany him. Her eyes are squeezed shut, inhales and exhales shaky and labored.
Nearly an eternity passes before Sunyoung opens her eyes, searing gaze boring in Kyungsoo’s as she detangles her fingers from the fabric, one hand wrapping around Kyungsoo neck to pull him down into a burning kiss that has him seeing stars behind his eyelids. Sunyoung pulls away, peppering kisses along his cheek and murmurs “move” as her legs wrap around his hips.
His thrusts are long, pulling all the way out and pushing back in at an excruciatingly slow pace before Sunyoung’s mewling, begging, him to go faster and soon enough Kyungsoo’s hips are snapping back and forth at an erratic pace. Sunyoung’s nearly sobbing as she moans out his name in that sweet, sweet voice of hers and before he knows it a white glow envelops his entire vision, body taunt as his orgasm wracks through his body like an earthquake. A guttural moan escapes his lips, head thrown back in the heat of the moment.
Kyungsoo comes back down from his high, body slightly limp while hips continue to thrust shallowly on their own accord, it takes him a few heartbeats to regain his sanity.
“Did you…?” the question hangs in the air but instead of answer Sunyoung takes his hand, guiding it towards the bundle of nerves and whispers “Touch me here and continue moving.”
Minutes past, Kyungsoo setting a pace with his thrusts as his thumb circles Sunyoung’s clitoris, as Sunyoung’s body also goes taunt, body arching off the bed beautifully. A soft oh! escapes her lips and soon Sunyoung’s walls clench around him, toe-curling orgasm devouring her entire body and Kyungsoo hears Sunyoung scream out his name.
A light sheen of sweat covers them both as they lay on their sides facing each other in the afterglow. Sunyoung uses one of his arms as a pillow, face snuggling into the crook of his neck while his other arm drapes over her waste. Warm lips are on his collar bone followed by a suction and Kyungsoo looks down to find Sunyoung has given him a hickey (a reminder that this wasn’t a dream, she murmurs.)
As his heartbeat slows, Kyungsoo watches as Sunyoung drifts into unconsciousness before lightly pressing butterfly kisses to her temple and forehead. He ambles off to dream land soon after, pulling Sunyoung’s body flush against his own, the warmth a welcoming feeling.
The bright sunshine nearly blinds Kyungsoo as he rolls over in bed, arm haphazardly flopping onto a warm body that’s lying next to him. He freezes, eyes snapping open but relaxes when he sees Sunyoung’s still-sleeping face. It’s cute when she murmurs something, nose crinkling, and Kyungsoo quietly chuckles into his pillow.
He feels like he’s the king of the world.
Kyungsoo nearly tumbles over in his chair when a soft voice whispers “boo” into his ear and he curses at the jagged line through his reading notes. Chanyeol has a creepy grin on his face as he sinks into the chair next to him, Baekhyun following suit on his other side. He inwardly groans because when these two are up to something it’s never good; nothing is ever good when it’s Chanyeol and Baekhyun.
Baekhyun continues eying him suspiciously and Kyungsoo flushes, eyes darting around before looking down. He clears his throat and shuffles around some papers, the rustling amplified by the blanket of quiet the library offers.
“You’re not cooping yourself up in your room anymore,” Baekhyun remarks, half-heartedly throwing his hand out.
Chanyeol scoots closer, invading Kyungsoo’s personal space until his nose bumps against Kyungsoo’s cheek. Kyungsoo sighs before swatting at Chanyeol’s face in a feeble attempt to let him know that “hey I know this isn’t your thing but I’m really uncomfortable here” without seeming rude. But this is Park Chanyeol so anything relating to attempting to make him stop touching is futile.
They lapse into more silence when Kyungsoo responds to Baekhyun’s comments with a shrug, eyes firmly glued to his loose-leaf papers. Chanyeol opts to fiddle around with his pencil case before reaching over and snatching the notes he was looking over from his hands. He can still Baekhyun’s heavy gaze on him as he peruses his music theory notes.
All three of them nearly jump out of their skins when Kyungsoo’s phone vibrates against the mahogany of the table. Baekhyun shoots a sheepish smile at one of the library volunteers nearby that sends them a spiteful look.
Before the papers even hit the table Chanyeol’s snatching up his phone like the limited edition copy of some idol group’s album and stands up, chair legs scratching the carpet as his eyes widen and he opens the text message.
The only person Kyungsoo talks to through text, besides his gaggle of oddball friends, is Sunyoung.
Shit.
He mentally punches himself for putting a little heart next to her name and if the cackle Chanyeol releases is anything to go by, he’s got a lot of explaining to do and Kyungsoo kind of wants to dig a deep hole and bury himself in it.
From the corner of his eye Kyungsoo sees Baekhyun sporting a smug look on his face, eyebrows raised in apparent curiosity. On second thought, Kyungsoo thinks shooting himself now and sparing the pain of suffocating under dirt is a better option.
Chanyeol guffaws, another library hand shushing them harshly before pressing his lips shut. He gestures for Baekhyun to take a look and if Kyungsoo has an inkling of what he’s looking at; he bets it’s probably his photo album. Kyungsoo thinks of the photos they (as in he and Sunyoung) took and briefly recalls the movie night they had at his room, Sunyoung’s face buried in his chest as he snapped a photo with a wide smile.
Within the next hour or so Kyungsoo is sure that all of his friends will know and he kind of wants to claw his face off and sell his soul for redemption or something.
After nearly smothering himself with his text book, Kyungsoo slowly pulls the book from his face and is greeted with an evil glint in Baekhyun’s eyes.
He’s royally fucked, in more ways than one.
Friday night Kyungsoo finds himself at the local dinner he normally frequents with Sunyoung sitting by his side fiddling with her bracelets as she idly chats with Joonmyun; Sehun and Jongin leer at him with knowing eyes and raised eyebrows. Chanyeol and Baekhyun are playing rock paper scissors while Jongdae and Minseok peruse the menu.
Clammy hands firmly cling onto the table top for moral support when Chanyeol looks up from across the table and sends a greasy wink this way. Kyungsoo suppresses the urge to shove napkins up his nose and into his ears.
Luhan bounds over with an unwilling looking Wufan while Tao and Yixing trail in after them. Kyungsoo tenses because Luhan is the spawn of all evil and loves snooping the gossip mill; this time isn’t any different as he blatantly gives Sunyoung a brief once over before nodding in approval. Instinct kicks in and Kyungsoo wraps an arm around Sunyoung’s waist, jolting her out of her conversation with Joonmyun to pull her flush against his side.
Jongdae snickers under his breath and nudges Minseok in the ribs, cocking his head towards Kyungsoo’s general direction. The flush creeps up his neck and it takes a moment that Sunyoung is the only girl with a group of twelve guys.
Eleven of which are his friends who are probably going to prod and bother her until she’s completely red in the face and she’ll probably never forgive him and oh my god what have I done.
Sunyoung turns to look at Kyungsoo’s face; eyes open wide in surprise before smiling brightly and settling into his embrace. Kyungsoo can feel the grin and attempts to hide it with a cough. Yixing turns to Kyungsoo, a dreamy smile on his lips and blinks blankly. Sunyoung laughs at something Jongin says and hey, maybe this isn’t so bad.
The evening goes better than expected, somehow melding from six to almost nine in the evening; jokes were exchanged, numbers were shared, and all of Kyungsoo’s most embarrassing moments since birth are now known to Sunyoung. The warmth he feels spreads throughout his entire body as Sunyoung jokes with his friends and banters Jongdae’s remarks with her own snappy responses. It’s entertaining, and it doesn’t even bother him all that much when Sehun starts asking about her major and friends.
With their bellies full and plates empty, Tao stands up and stretches lazily, mentioning how he has an early start at work tomorrow. They all concede that it’s probably time to leave and when Kyungsoo moves to pull out his wallet a hand stops him; it’s Luhan who gives him a head shake and mouths that Wufan’s footing the bill this time.
Sunyoung looks disappointed as she waves off Joonmyun and Minseok as they head back to their place, her arm linked through Kyungsoo’s. Chanyeol’s laughter booms into the night when Sunyoung makes an off-handed remark about his gangly height; Sehun pats his back sympathetically before crossing the street and heading home.
More chatting is exchange and Sunyoung pouts up at him, murmuring how she has a vocal lesson to get to in thirty minutes, eyebrows knitted together and it’s so adorable Kyungsoo wants to wrap his arms around her forever. Of course he can’t do that so instead he gives her a kiss on the forehead and offers to walk her back to campus. A shy no escapes her lips before she pecks him on the nose and dashes to the nearest bus stop, arm waving in the air with a brilliant smile on her face.
Kyungsoo sighs, hands easily slipping into his pockets as his eyes become glassy for a moment. But that’s all the time it takes for Jongdae to saunter up and press into his side. The look in his eyes tells Kyungsoo that he’s up to no good.
“So….” Jongdae trails off, rocking on his heels.
Kyungsoo decides to not respond, opting to stare at him instead.
Jongdae lets out a breathy chuckle, one hand sliding into his pocket also, before leaning in close and whispering into Kyungsoo’s ear.
“I know you slept with her,” and the evil little smirk has Kyungsoo turning bright tomato red.
He nearly chokes on air, spluttering as Jongdae cackles like the little shit he is and Kyungsoo swears that his soul lodged itself in his throat.
Kyungsoo really hates his friends.