1+1=Oh Sehun 3/3
title:1+1=Oh Sehun
rating: NC-17
pairings: D.O. / Sehun
other pairings involved: Chanyeol/ Kai
length: 21,584 words
summary: Kyungsoo has a love hate relationship with windows.
warnings: Underage handjob (under 18 but of consenting age), swearing, epic dance off
Originally written for
astrongbreeze round 2015.
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“So - lucky night, huh?” Baekhyun wiggled his eyebrows as soon as Kyungsoo and Chanyeol sat down at the lunch table, Kyungsoo’s chest tightening at the words. How did he know? How could he possibly know? Byun Baekhyun that punk.
“If you got some then man - I should have gone. I could have had half the party.” Jongdae took a bite of his apple, talking with his mouth full. “What a waste.”
“Shut up, Jongdae.” Chanyeol’s words were barely more than a growl, his expression dark and serious.
“Oh. Was I not supposed to talk about-“
“It wasn’t a big deal!” Kyungsoo blurted out, his face turning red. Baekhyun gave him a curious look.
‘Wait, how do you know about it?” Chanyeol turned a 180 in his seat, facing Kyungsoo with shock.
“I .. well.” Kyungsoo began panicking. “Was ther-“
“YOU SAW US! I THOUGHT YOU LEFT!” Chanyeol looked terrified, all blood draining from his face.
“Wait, what?” Kyungsoo was beyond confused. Saw..who…what?
“How big is he? Does Mr. Quarterback have a small dick?” Jongdae leaned forward, toying with the apple in his hands.
Mr. Quarterback? As in Jongin…no…Kyungsoo couldn’t believe it. Did he mean…
“You watched?” Chanyeol ignored Jongdae’s rude question, his blown pupils fixated on Kyungsoo.
“I didn’t watch anything.” Kyungsoo protested the accusation.
“Then what are you talking about?” Baekhyun challenged. God damn Baekhyun, far too perceptive for his own good.
“Nothing.” Kyungsoo kept his lips sealed.
“Nooooo. You?” Chanyeol gasped, nudging Kyungsoo hard. “You and sex-on-legs?!”
Kyungsoo focused on his sandwich, taking an angry and hurried bite.
“How big is he?” Baekhyun asked, smirking.
“I cannot believe you two made out with the two most popular football players in school.” Jongdae groaned. “I feel sick.”
“Is that why you left without me?” Chanyeol sounded slightly worried. “Did he hurt you?”
“NO!” Kyungsoo didn’t want to say, “He didn’t hurt me, he came on my hand and then acted like I disgusted him so I ran home like a weepy little baby”.
“Wow. Just wow. I…” Chanyeol was perplexed. “You won the freaking lottery.”
“Can we talk about something else?” Kyungsoo couldn’t stand another second spent discussing what happened at the party. Thankfully Baekhyun, for all of his inappropriate and teasing comments, could pick up on when enough was enough. He threw out his deck of magic cards. “Now let’s talk about something really interesting, boys.”
It did the trick.
Oh Sehun was an enemy. Oh Sehun hadn’t called, texted, or acknowledged Kyungsoo for six days. He hadn’t said anything, texted anything, or made any attempt to contact Kyungsoo whatsoever. Kyungsoo was pissed.
Oh Sehun, it seemed, was as big of an asshole as his friend Jongin. Except, of course, because the world hated Kyungsoo, Kim Jongin was quickly becoming quite the revered person in his circle of friends.
“Do you call him jerk face when you jack him off?” Kyungsoo didn’t really regret saying it, not after having to face almost a week of hating himself and everything else in the world while having Chanyeol talk about how suddenly happy he was. How in the hell Kim Jongin and Park Chanyeol ended up Frenching after a Dance Dance Revolution bloodbath was beyond Kyungsoo, but honestly he didn’t care to learn more about the situation, not when the junior that came all over his hand was currently ignoring his existence.
“Dude, I will have you know I like him now.” Chanyeol puffed out his chest, having just finished his third “Kim Jongin is so cool” tangent of the day.
“I think he is an ass.” Kyungsoo said it in his most biting tone, rolling the ten sided dice as Jongdae scowled.
“Can we focus on the dragon or are you two going to parade your blue balls and used balls all over my game?” Jongdae stared over his dungeon master screen, clearly annoyed.
“I didn’t pass the roll.” Kyungsoo leaned back in the dining room chair, a solid one on the dice before him, regretting that he thought a night of D&D would put him in a better mood. He had been just as bitter sitting in Chanyeol’s dining room as he had been sulking at home. At least at home he didn’t have friends to piss him off or annoying Jongin-is-so-great rants to listen to.
“15 damage.” Jongdae checked his notes before asking, “What do you want to do?”
“Lay down and die.” Kyungsoo pushed the die across the table. “Let him kill me.”
“No!” Jongdae, Baekhyun, and Chanyeol yelled in unison, launching into a disjointed, tandem slew of words regarding how insane Kyungsoo was being.
“You want to commit suicide by dragon?”
“Soo, you are level 12! LEVEL FUCKING 12!”
“What about the magic college you want to found? WHAT ABOUT THE MAGIC STUDENTS!”
Kyungsoo pushed his chair back, standing. “Let the dragon eat me.” He grabbed his sweatshirt off the back of the chair, throwing it on he didn’t bother to look back as he said goodbye.
“He has gone mad.” Chanyeol watched Kyungsoo go, Baekhyun and Jongdae agreeing wholeheartedly with Chanyeol’s statement.
Kyungsoo spent another week sulking, spending his evenings wondering if voodoo dolls actually worked and how much it would cost to order one in the form of Oh Sehun. Another week spent hating life and wondering why he was so stupid he thought sex on legs- OH SEHUN HE MEANT OH SEHUN- was ever attractive. He spent another week glaring and being distant and keeping his friends at arm’s length. He spent another week without Oh Sehun, before he reappeared. Thirteen days- it had been thirteen days since the party, thirteen days since Kyungsoo was plunged into utter depression. Thirteen days and four simple words.
“How have you been?”
Kyungsoo had thought that the school library was a safe place- a friend and Oh Sehun free zone- but apparently he was wrong judging by the tall football player staring down at him as he sat studying.
Did the question deserve an answer? Kyungsoo stared up at Sehun blankly.
“Can we talk? Please. I know I don’t have a right to ask, but please, meet me on the field?”
Kyungsoo hated that Sehun still got to him, that the way he asked so genuinely still tugged at his heart, that the way he seemed oddly shy about the entire stilted conversation interested him. He hated it but he went, packing up his books and trudging out to the playing fields, basking in the irony of meeting Sehun at the exact place where he used to ogle him from afar.
Sehun was sitting on the bleachers, his head in his hands, when Kyungsoo arrived. When he heard the older boy walk up the bleachers, the metal clanking against his shoes, Sehun looked up. He was all wide eyes and cautious movements, scooting over as Kyungsoo sat a few feet from him.
“What do you want?” Kyungsoo stared towards the field, not giving Sehun the pleasure or the punishment of eye contact.
“Sorry, I am so, so sorry.” Sehun was rambling and Kyungsoo let him, not bothering to show his emotions one way or another as the younger boy spoke. “I was scared and it was my first time and I shouldn’t have left you in the room and you have no idea how much I like you and...”
Kyungsoo didn’t say a word. Clasping his hands together he stared straight ahead.
“I am embarrassed! Fuck Soo, I don’t want you to think I am a minute man!”
That was it. That was the last straw. Kyungsoo burst out laughing, his body wracked with mirth as he nearly doubled over. Was that it? Seriously?
“I swear I can go longer, I just...it was my first time and…why are you laughing?”
Kyungsoo took a good minute to stop laughing, half of it manically twisted and the other half basking in the irony. So it was embarrassment? Youthful embarrassment over coming at the slightest touch? That still didn’t excuse acting like a dick. “Sehun, you are an ass.”
“I know. I know. I am sorry, so sorry.” Sehun sounded genuine and that was the worst, because that gave Kyungsoo a thought to forgive him. Maybe.
“Why are you telling me this? You don’t want me to spread your reputation around?” Kyungsoo turned towards the junior, taking a chance at making eye contact, feeling like he absolutely had the upper hand at the moment.
“No! I...Kyungsoo I really like you and I am sorry and I hope you will give me another chance.”
Who would have imagined, four months ago, six months ago, that Oh Sehun - sex on legs- would be begging him for another chance? If Kyungsoo hadn’t already filled his laughter quota for the day he would double into a ball of giggles.
“Please. I will make it up to you, I promise.” Sehun was begging, definitely begging, stopping short of grabbing a hold of Kyungsoo’s arm and pleading like a small child.
“I will think about it.” Kyungsoo stood up, enjoying the fact Sehun was panicking. He deserved it. Without another word he walked down the bleachers, leaving the younger boy to pout and brood and hopefully feel an ounce of what Kyungsoo had been feeling over the last couple of weeks.
“Jongin said Sehun is going crazy.” Chanyeol, arms crossed, was leaning against Kyungsoo’s locker.
“And?” Kyungsoo opened his locker, Chanyeol awkwardly dodging the metal door.
“Are you going to forgive him?” Chanyeol peeked over the locker door.
“I am thinking about it.” Kyungsoo was, in all honesty, planning on forgiving the asshole eventually. He just wanted the junior to have a big taste of his own medicine, a week of feeling like shit before he was shown any mercy - so far it had been two days since Sehun’s apology. “Aren’t you my friend, why do you care if I forgive Sehun?”
“Jongin is upset.” Chanyeol whined, Kyungsoo having to hold back from throwing up in his mouth. Chanyeol was unequivocally smitten. “He said Sehun won’t even eat.”
“I am sure he won’t starve to death.” Kyungsoo slammed his locker shut, staring up at his friend he sighed. “You do realize he ignored me for two weeks?”
“Jongin says he really likes you.” Chanyeol grabbed Kyungsoo’s arm, tugging on it. “Puh-lease…for me.”
“Did Jongin buy you a collar to go with that leash?” Kyungsoo deadpanned, yanking his arm away.
“NO!” Chanyeol yelled, Kyungsoo ignoring him. Sehun would need to wait, at least for a few more days.
A few more days turned out to be approximately twelve hours. Later Kyungsoo would remember the moment fondly - at the time it was happening he was fighting back the need to slap Sehun in the face for acting the way he did.
Kyungsoo had just sat down at the dinner table, his father taking his seat at the head of the table, newspaper in hand. They were having spaghetti. Kyungsoo hated spaghetti but knew better than to argue with his mother about the meal. He would choke down what he could and fill himself up on garlic bread.
The door buzzer sounded loudly, Kyungsoo casting a cursory glance towards the front door.
“I’ll get it!” His little sister rushed towards the door, Kyungsoo went back to picking at the pasta dish in front of him.
“Who would drop by at dinner time? How rude.” Kyungsoo’s mother set a bowl of salad on the table, taking her seat.
“Mom, there is some strange guy at the door playing music!”
“What?!” His mother stood, wiping her hands on her apron she walked over to the front door. Kyungsoo’s father remained seated with his newspaper in hand, a customary reaction from someone who normally left everything in the house to anyone but himself.
Kyungsoo froze when his mother pressed the speaker button, the sounds of a music coming from outside the door. A somewhat familiar song, he had heard it before-
“Who are you?” His mother asked, clearly annoyed.
“Is Um. Sorry to bother you, is Kyungsoo home?”
It was Sehun. Shit. Kyungsoo stood up quickly, his chair probably scratching the hardwood floors as he darted towards the door. “I’ll get it.” He tried to shoo his mother and sister away to no avail; their curiosity had been peeked.
“Is that your boyfriend?” his sister asked, while his mother watched with a mixture of interest and shock.
Kyungsoo wasn’t going to answer the question. He opened the door just enough so he could slip through, shutting it tightly as he entered the hallway. He grabbed Sehun’s arm, dragging him out of the range of the camera.
Sehun was holding his cell phone, a sappy song playing as he held the thing aloft despite being dragged several feet away.
love I get so lost, sometimes
days pass and this emptiness fills my heart
when I want to run away
I drive off in my car
but whichever way I go
I come back to the place you are
“Are you seriously playing Peter Gabriel ‘In Your Eyes’ outside of my house?!” Kyungsoo flashed back to the movie he had watched a long time ago, when the lovesick guy in the film had done the same thing. When had Sehun even seen that movie and in what universe was that a good idea?
“I..maybe?” Sehun answered timidly, still holding the cell phone aloft.
“Shut it off! You are going to piss off the neighbors!” Kyungsoo demanded. He would have tried to snatch the thing away and turn it off himself but there was no way he could reach the phone that Sehun was holding over his head.
“Now!” Kyungsoo stomped his foot down, Sehun getting the message and shutting the music off.
A few seconds of silence passed - Kyungsoo glaring at Sehun and Sehun looking like someone had just kicked a puppy.
“I am so, so, so sorry, Soo.” Sehun shoved his phone in his pocket, clasping his hands together he stared at the floor. “I…please. I, please. I am going crazy. I need you.”
“You need me?” Kyungsoo quirked an eyebrow. “If you need me then why did you come all over my hand and run off to watch Jongidiot and his boy-toy play dance games?!”
“I said I was sorry!” Sehun pleaded.
Kyungsoo shut his eyes, counting to ten. If he told Sehun to go home would the boy show up again playing love songs outside his house? If he told Sehun he wouldn’t forgive him would he end up sulking for a few days and find someone else. Options…options.
“Soo, I am serious, I feel like shit for hurting you.”
Kyungsoo snapped his eyes open, knowing he couldn’t take another round of his mother and sister discovering what a lovesick fool he had waiting for him.
“If you ever come on me again and rush out to watch a Dance Dance Revolution face off I will castrate you.” Kyungsoo stared him down, not joking.
“I won’t!”
“You also probably owe Jongin a carpet cleaning fee.”
“What?”
“Are we dating now?” Kyungsoo wasn’t going to explain the carpet cleaning comment, not when he wanted to hear it from Sehun’s mouth- that he was serious. He decided to plunge into this, whatever this was, and now he needed to hear it.
“If you will have me.” Sehun looked like a lost puppy, pursing his lips and staring.
Kyungsoo exhaled, purposefully, watching Sehun squirm as the silence continued. He finally doled out mercy. “I guess, I don’t really have anything else going on.”
Sehun pushed at Kyungsoo, a huge grin overtaking him as he pulled the older man into a kiss.
“Not here!” Kyungsoo pushed him away.
“Sorry.” Sehun was smiling the biggest smile that Kyungsoo had ever seen him flash.
“I’ll text you.” Kyungsoo pushed Sehun towards the elevator. “I need to go explain to my mom why some lovesick moron was outside our door playing a Peter Gabriel song and asking for her son.”
“Sorry.” Sehun went back to pouting, yet this time he wasn’t completely downtrodden, a hint of a smile played on his lips.
“I forgive you but don’t do it again. Any of it.” Kyungsoo sighed.
“I won’t.” Sehun promised. “I won’t.”
“Don’t you feel naughty having boyfriends who are still in high school?” Chanyeol wiggled his eyebrows, throwing another handful of popcorn into his mouth.
“They are eighteen.” Kyungsoo corrected Chanyeol’s naughty insinuations, grabbing his own handful of popcorn. “It isn’t like we are dating freshman.”
“Thank god, that would be a mess.” Chanyeol laughed, popcorn falling out of his mouth. “There he is!”
Kyungsoo leaned against the fence post, waiting as he ignored Chanyeol’s exuberant greeting. “Jongin!”
Kyungsoo wasn’t distracted by the fact that Jongin was striding towards Chanyeol, football helmet in hand, and goofy smile on his face to match that of his boyfriend. He wasn’t distracted by it because he was too busy watching sex on legs stride towards him, the smallest of smile playing on his lips as tossed his helmet aside.
“Hey.” Sehun was always about causal greetings, small waves and nods and Kyungsoo appreciated that fact, just like he appreciated the way Sehun texted him good night every night without fail. Their lives weren’t perfect, they sometimes went days without seeing each other- Kyungsoo’s college classes and Sehun’s senior year wreaking havoc on their dating life. In another six months they would both be at the same college, Sehun taking a scholarship at the prestigious university Kyungsoo was attending. He had sworn that his reason for accepting the scholarship had no relation to Kyungsoo attending the school, but it didn’t really matter. It was a good school and honestly the situation would make things so much easier.
It was no real surprise when Jongin accepted a football scholarship to the same university as well, Chanyeol attending alongside Kyungsoo thanks to a last semester cram school that his parents forced him into. Sometimes, when Kyungsoo wasn’t yelling at Chanyeol for being so messy and leaving their dorm room a disaster zone, he appreciated the way they could still be together even in college. Baekhyun and Jongdae were close as well, taking classes at a community college half a mile away from Kyungsoo and Chanyeol’s school.
“You were great tonight.” Kyungsoo flashed a thumbs up, Sehun and the team having won the game.
“You wanna go for a walk?” Sehun grabbed at Kyungsoo’s hand, the older man letting his hands be encased in the younger man’s larger hands.
They wandered away from the field, towards the academic buildings, leaving Jongin and Chanyeol to their own bizarre devices (Kyungsoo was not about to recall how many times he had caught the two of them verbally sparring and then kissing within the span of a minute or two).
“How are classes going?” Sehun squeezed Kyungsoo’s hand, walking slowly, leaning in to the shorter man as they traversed the green space.
“Good.” Kyungsoo paused for a moment, holding Sehun back as he caught sight of a familiar window. Sehun followed Kyungsoo’s gaze, staring up at the window.
“I used to look at you out that window.”
“I know.”
It was strange, after over a year of dating they had never discussed the infamous window. “That is why you were failing.” Sehun squeezed Kyungsoo’s hand harder, as if he was willing away any regret.
“You knew?!” Kyungsoo whirled around, hand still securely held by Sehun.
“Maybe.” Sehun smirked.
“Then….why?” The question was obvious, Kyungsoo didn’t have to elaborate. He meant why - why would you want to be friends if you knew, why didn’t you say anything, and more importantly, why did you never act creeped out.
“I thought you were cute. And now…well…” Sehun pulled Kyungsoo towards him, wrapping his arms around his waist he smiled down at him. “I wanted to stare at you too, but if I did my coach would have cut my balls off.”
“Always the poet.” Kyungsoo laughed.
“I love you.” Sehun leaned in. “A lot.”
“Hm.” Kyungsoo, the same Kyungsoo who stared out a window so much he almost failed his senior math class, had no more time for windows. He wrapped his arms around Sehun’s neck, pulling him in for a kiss. “I love you too, Sehun.”
rating: NC-17
pairings: D.O. / Sehun
other pairings involved: Chanyeol/ Kai
length: 21,584 words
summary: Kyungsoo has a love hate relationship with windows.
warnings: Underage handjob (under 18 but of consenting age), swearing, epic dance off
Originally written for
astrongbreeze round 2015.
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“So - lucky night, huh?” Baekhyun wiggled his eyebrows as soon as Kyungsoo and Chanyeol sat down at the lunch table, Kyungsoo’s chest tightening at the words. How did he know? How could he possibly know? Byun Baekhyun that punk.
“If you got some then man - I should have gone. I could have had half the party.” Jongdae took a bite of his apple, talking with his mouth full. “What a waste.”
“Shut up, Jongdae.” Chanyeol’s words were barely more than a growl, his expression dark and serious.
“Oh. Was I not supposed to talk about-“
“It wasn’t a big deal!” Kyungsoo blurted out, his face turning red. Baekhyun gave him a curious look.
‘Wait, how do you know about it?” Chanyeol turned a 180 in his seat, facing Kyungsoo with shock.
“I .. well.” Kyungsoo began panicking. “Was ther-“
“YOU SAW US! I THOUGHT YOU LEFT!” Chanyeol looked terrified, all blood draining from his face.
“Wait, what?” Kyungsoo was beyond confused. Saw..who…what?
“How big is he? Does Mr. Quarterback have a small dick?” Jongdae leaned forward, toying with the apple in his hands.
Mr. Quarterback? As in Jongin…no…Kyungsoo couldn’t believe it. Did he mean…
“You watched?” Chanyeol ignored Jongdae’s rude question, his blown pupils fixated on Kyungsoo.
“I didn’t watch anything.” Kyungsoo protested the accusation.
“Then what are you talking about?” Baekhyun challenged. God damn Baekhyun, far too perceptive for his own good.
“Nothing.” Kyungsoo kept his lips sealed.
“Nooooo. You?” Chanyeol gasped, nudging Kyungsoo hard. “You and sex-on-legs?!”
Kyungsoo focused on his sandwich, taking an angry and hurried bite.
“How big is he?” Baekhyun asked, smirking.
“I cannot believe you two made out with the two most popular football players in school.” Jongdae groaned. “I feel sick.”
“Is that why you left without me?” Chanyeol sounded slightly worried. “Did he hurt you?”
“NO!” Kyungsoo didn’t want to say, “He didn’t hurt me, he came on my hand and then acted like I disgusted him so I ran home like a weepy little baby”.
“Wow. Just wow. I…” Chanyeol was perplexed. “You won the freaking lottery.”
“Can we talk about something else?” Kyungsoo couldn’t stand another second spent discussing what happened at the party. Thankfully Baekhyun, for all of his inappropriate and teasing comments, could pick up on when enough was enough. He threw out his deck of magic cards. “Now let’s talk about something really interesting, boys.”
It did the trick.
Oh Sehun was an enemy. Oh Sehun hadn’t called, texted, or acknowledged Kyungsoo for six days. He hadn’t said anything, texted anything, or made any attempt to contact Kyungsoo whatsoever. Kyungsoo was pissed.
Oh Sehun, it seemed, was as big of an asshole as his friend Jongin. Except, of course, because the world hated Kyungsoo, Kim Jongin was quickly becoming quite the revered person in his circle of friends.
“Do you call him jerk face when you jack him off?” Kyungsoo didn’t really regret saying it, not after having to face almost a week of hating himself and everything else in the world while having Chanyeol talk about how suddenly happy he was. How in the hell Kim Jongin and Park Chanyeol ended up Frenching after a Dance Dance Revolution bloodbath was beyond Kyungsoo, but honestly he didn’t care to learn more about the situation, not when the junior that came all over his hand was currently ignoring his existence.
“Dude, I will have you know I like him now.” Chanyeol puffed out his chest, having just finished his third “Kim Jongin is so cool” tangent of the day.
“I think he is an ass.” Kyungsoo said it in his most biting tone, rolling the ten sided dice as Jongdae scowled.
“Can we focus on the dragon or are you two going to parade your blue balls and used balls all over my game?” Jongdae stared over his dungeon master screen, clearly annoyed.
“I didn’t pass the roll.” Kyungsoo leaned back in the dining room chair, a solid one on the dice before him, regretting that he thought a night of D&D would put him in a better mood. He had been just as bitter sitting in Chanyeol’s dining room as he had been sulking at home. At least at home he didn’t have friends to piss him off or annoying Jongin-is-so-great rants to listen to.
“15 damage.” Jongdae checked his notes before asking, “What do you want to do?”
“Lay down and die.” Kyungsoo pushed the die across the table. “Let him kill me.”
“No!” Jongdae, Baekhyun, and Chanyeol yelled in unison, launching into a disjointed, tandem slew of words regarding how insane Kyungsoo was being.
“You want to commit suicide by dragon?”
“Soo, you are level 12! LEVEL FUCKING 12!”
“What about the magic college you want to found? WHAT ABOUT THE MAGIC STUDENTS!”
Kyungsoo pushed his chair back, standing. “Let the dragon eat me.” He grabbed his sweatshirt off the back of the chair, throwing it on he didn’t bother to look back as he said goodbye.
“He has gone mad.” Chanyeol watched Kyungsoo go, Baekhyun and Jongdae agreeing wholeheartedly with Chanyeol’s statement.
Kyungsoo spent another week sulking, spending his evenings wondering if voodoo dolls actually worked and how much it would cost to order one in the form of Oh Sehun. Another week spent hating life and wondering why he was so stupid he thought sex on legs- OH SEHUN HE MEANT OH SEHUN- was ever attractive. He spent another week glaring and being distant and keeping his friends at arm’s length. He spent another week without Oh Sehun, before he reappeared. Thirteen days- it had been thirteen days since the party, thirteen days since Kyungsoo was plunged into utter depression. Thirteen days and four simple words.
“How have you been?”
Kyungsoo had thought that the school library was a safe place- a friend and Oh Sehun free zone- but apparently he was wrong judging by the tall football player staring down at him as he sat studying.
Did the question deserve an answer? Kyungsoo stared up at Sehun blankly.
“Can we talk? Please. I know I don’t have a right to ask, but please, meet me on the field?”
Kyungsoo hated that Sehun still got to him, that the way he asked so genuinely still tugged at his heart, that the way he seemed oddly shy about the entire stilted conversation interested him. He hated it but he went, packing up his books and trudging out to the playing fields, basking in the irony of meeting Sehun at the exact place where he used to ogle him from afar.
Sehun was sitting on the bleachers, his head in his hands, when Kyungsoo arrived. When he heard the older boy walk up the bleachers, the metal clanking against his shoes, Sehun looked up. He was all wide eyes and cautious movements, scooting over as Kyungsoo sat a few feet from him.
“What do you want?” Kyungsoo stared towards the field, not giving Sehun the pleasure or the punishment of eye contact.
“Sorry, I am so, so sorry.” Sehun was rambling and Kyungsoo let him, not bothering to show his emotions one way or another as the younger boy spoke. “I was scared and it was my first time and I shouldn’t have left you in the room and you have no idea how much I like you and...”
Kyungsoo didn’t say a word. Clasping his hands together he stared straight ahead.
“I am embarrassed! Fuck Soo, I don’t want you to think I am a minute man!”
That was it. That was the last straw. Kyungsoo burst out laughing, his body wracked with mirth as he nearly doubled over. Was that it? Seriously?
“I swear I can go longer, I just...it was my first time and…why are you laughing?”
Kyungsoo took a good minute to stop laughing, half of it manically twisted and the other half basking in the irony. So it was embarrassment? Youthful embarrassment over coming at the slightest touch? That still didn’t excuse acting like a dick. “Sehun, you are an ass.”
“I know. I know. I am sorry, so sorry.” Sehun sounded genuine and that was the worst, because that gave Kyungsoo a thought to forgive him. Maybe.
“Why are you telling me this? You don’t want me to spread your reputation around?” Kyungsoo turned towards the junior, taking a chance at making eye contact, feeling like he absolutely had the upper hand at the moment.
“No! I...Kyungsoo I really like you and I am sorry and I hope you will give me another chance.”
Who would have imagined, four months ago, six months ago, that Oh Sehun - sex on legs- would be begging him for another chance? If Kyungsoo hadn’t already filled his laughter quota for the day he would double into a ball of giggles.
“Please. I will make it up to you, I promise.” Sehun was begging, definitely begging, stopping short of grabbing a hold of Kyungsoo’s arm and pleading like a small child.
“I will think about it.” Kyungsoo stood up, enjoying the fact Sehun was panicking. He deserved it. Without another word he walked down the bleachers, leaving the younger boy to pout and brood and hopefully feel an ounce of what Kyungsoo had been feeling over the last couple of weeks.
“Jongin said Sehun is going crazy.” Chanyeol, arms crossed, was leaning against Kyungsoo’s locker.
“And?” Kyungsoo opened his locker, Chanyeol awkwardly dodging the metal door.
“Are you going to forgive him?” Chanyeol peeked over the locker door.
“I am thinking about it.” Kyungsoo was, in all honesty, planning on forgiving the asshole eventually. He just wanted the junior to have a big taste of his own medicine, a week of feeling like shit before he was shown any mercy - so far it had been two days since Sehun’s apology. “Aren’t you my friend, why do you care if I forgive Sehun?”
“Jongin is upset.” Chanyeol whined, Kyungsoo having to hold back from throwing up in his mouth. Chanyeol was unequivocally smitten. “He said Sehun won’t even eat.”
“I am sure he won’t starve to death.” Kyungsoo slammed his locker shut, staring up at his friend he sighed. “You do realize he ignored me for two weeks?”
“Jongin says he really likes you.” Chanyeol grabbed Kyungsoo’s arm, tugging on it. “Puh-lease…for me.”
“Did Jongin buy you a collar to go with that leash?” Kyungsoo deadpanned, yanking his arm away.
“NO!” Chanyeol yelled, Kyungsoo ignoring him. Sehun would need to wait, at least for a few more days.
A few more days turned out to be approximately twelve hours. Later Kyungsoo would remember the moment fondly - at the time it was happening he was fighting back the need to slap Sehun in the face for acting the way he did.
Kyungsoo had just sat down at the dinner table, his father taking his seat at the head of the table, newspaper in hand. They were having spaghetti. Kyungsoo hated spaghetti but knew better than to argue with his mother about the meal. He would choke down what he could and fill himself up on garlic bread.
The door buzzer sounded loudly, Kyungsoo casting a cursory glance towards the front door.
“I’ll get it!” His little sister rushed towards the door, Kyungsoo went back to picking at the pasta dish in front of him.
“Who would drop by at dinner time? How rude.” Kyungsoo’s mother set a bowl of salad on the table, taking her seat.
“Mom, there is some strange guy at the door playing music!”
“What?!” His mother stood, wiping her hands on her apron she walked over to the front door. Kyungsoo’s father remained seated with his newspaper in hand, a customary reaction from someone who normally left everything in the house to anyone but himself.
Kyungsoo froze when his mother pressed the speaker button, the sounds of a music coming from outside the door. A somewhat familiar song, he had heard it before-
“Who are you?” His mother asked, clearly annoyed.
“Is Um. Sorry to bother you, is Kyungsoo home?”
It was Sehun. Shit. Kyungsoo stood up quickly, his chair probably scratching the hardwood floors as he darted towards the door. “I’ll get it.” He tried to shoo his mother and sister away to no avail; their curiosity had been peeked.
“Is that your boyfriend?” his sister asked, while his mother watched with a mixture of interest and shock.
Kyungsoo wasn’t going to answer the question. He opened the door just enough so he could slip through, shutting it tightly as he entered the hallway. He grabbed Sehun’s arm, dragging him out of the range of the camera.
Sehun was holding his cell phone, a sappy song playing as he held the thing aloft despite being dragged several feet away.
love I get so lost, sometimes
days pass and this emptiness fills my heart
when I want to run away
I drive off in my car
but whichever way I go
I come back to the place you are
“Are you seriously playing Peter Gabriel ‘In Your Eyes’ outside of my house?!” Kyungsoo flashed back to the movie he had watched a long time ago, when the lovesick guy in the film had done the same thing. When had Sehun even seen that movie and in what universe was that a good idea?
“I..maybe?” Sehun answered timidly, still holding the cell phone aloft.
“Shut it off! You are going to piss off the neighbors!” Kyungsoo demanded. He would have tried to snatch the thing away and turn it off himself but there was no way he could reach the phone that Sehun was holding over his head.
“Now!” Kyungsoo stomped his foot down, Sehun getting the message and shutting the music off.
A few seconds of silence passed - Kyungsoo glaring at Sehun and Sehun looking like someone had just kicked a puppy.
“I am so, so, so sorry, Soo.” Sehun shoved his phone in his pocket, clasping his hands together he stared at the floor. “I…please. I, please. I am going crazy. I need you.”
“You need me?” Kyungsoo quirked an eyebrow. “If you need me then why did you come all over my hand and run off to watch Jongidiot and his boy-toy play dance games?!”
“I said I was sorry!” Sehun pleaded.
Kyungsoo shut his eyes, counting to ten. If he told Sehun to go home would the boy show up again playing love songs outside his house? If he told Sehun he wouldn’t forgive him would he end up sulking for a few days and find someone else. Options…options.
“Soo, I am serious, I feel like shit for hurting you.”
Kyungsoo snapped his eyes open, knowing he couldn’t take another round of his mother and sister discovering what a lovesick fool he had waiting for him.
“If you ever come on me again and rush out to watch a Dance Dance Revolution face off I will castrate you.” Kyungsoo stared him down, not joking.
“I won’t!”
“You also probably owe Jongin a carpet cleaning fee.”
“What?”
“Are we dating now?” Kyungsoo wasn’t going to explain the carpet cleaning comment, not when he wanted to hear it from Sehun’s mouth- that he was serious. He decided to plunge into this, whatever this was, and now he needed to hear it.
“If you will have me.” Sehun looked like a lost puppy, pursing his lips and staring.
Kyungsoo exhaled, purposefully, watching Sehun squirm as the silence continued. He finally doled out mercy. “I guess, I don’t really have anything else going on.”
Sehun pushed at Kyungsoo, a huge grin overtaking him as he pulled the older man into a kiss.
“Not here!” Kyungsoo pushed him away.
“Sorry.” Sehun was smiling the biggest smile that Kyungsoo had ever seen him flash.
“I’ll text you.” Kyungsoo pushed Sehun towards the elevator. “I need to go explain to my mom why some lovesick moron was outside our door playing a Peter Gabriel song and asking for her son.”
“Sorry.” Sehun went back to pouting, yet this time he wasn’t completely downtrodden, a hint of a smile played on his lips.
“I forgive you but don’t do it again. Any of it.” Kyungsoo sighed.
“I won’t.” Sehun promised. “I won’t.”
“Don’t you feel naughty having boyfriends who are still in high school?” Chanyeol wiggled his eyebrows, throwing another handful of popcorn into his mouth.
“They are eighteen.” Kyungsoo corrected Chanyeol’s naughty insinuations, grabbing his own handful of popcorn. “It isn’t like we are dating freshman.”
“Thank god, that would be a mess.” Chanyeol laughed, popcorn falling out of his mouth. “There he is!”
Kyungsoo leaned against the fence post, waiting as he ignored Chanyeol’s exuberant greeting. “Jongin!”
Kyungsoo wasn’t distracted by the fact that Jongin was striding towards Chanyeol, football helmet in hand, and goofy smile on his face to match that of his boyfriend. He wasn’t distracted by it because he was too busy watching sex on legs stride towards him, the smallest of smile playing on his lips as tossed his helmet aside.
“Hey.” Sehun was always about causal greetings, small waves and nods and Kyungsoo appreciated that fact, just like he appreciated the way Sehun texted him good night every night without fail. Their lives weren’t perfect, they sometimes went days without seeing each other- Kyungsoo’s college classes and Sehun’s senior year wreaking havoc on their dating life. In another six months they would both be at the same college, Sehun taking a scholarship at the prestigious university Kyungsoo was attending. He had sworn that his reason for accepting the scholarship had no relation to Kyungsoo attending the school, but it didn’t really matter. It was a good school and honestly the situation would make things so much easier.
It was no real surprise when Jongin accepted a football scholarship to the same university as well, Chanyeol attending alongside Kyungsoo thanks to a last semester cram school that his parents forced him into. Sometimes, when Kyungsoo wasn’t yelling at Chanyeol for being so messy and leaving their dorm room a disaster zone, he appreciated the way they could still be together even in college. Baekhyun and Jongdae were close as well, taking classes at a community college half a mile away from Kyungsoo and Chanyeol’s school.
“You were great tonight.” Kyungsoo flashed a thumbs up, Sehun and the team having won the game.
“You wanna go for a walk?” Sehun grabbed at Kyungsoo’s hand, the older man letting his hands be encased in the younger man’s larger hands.
They wandered away from the field, towards the academic buildings, leaving Jongin and Chanyeol to their own bizarre devices (Kyungsoo was not about to recall how many times he had caught the two of them verbally sparring and then kissing within the span of a minute or two).
“How are classes going?” Sehun squeezed Kyungsoo’s hand, walking slowly, leaning in to the shorter man as they traversed the green space.
“Good.” Kyungsoo paused for a moment, holding Sehun back as he caught sight of a familiar window. Sehun followed Kyungsoo’s gaze, staring up at the window.
“I used to look at you out that window.”
“I know.”
It was strange, after over a year of dating they had never discussed the infamous window. “That is why you were failing.” Sehun squeezed Kyungsoo’s hand harder, as if he was willing away any regret.
“You knew?!” Kyungsoo whirled around, hand still securely held by Sehun.
“Maybe.” Sehun smirked.
“Then….why?” The question was obvious, Kyungsoo didn’t have to elaborate. He meant why - why would you want to be friends if you knew, why didn’t you say anything, and more importantly, why did you never act creeped out.
“I thought you were cute. And now…well…” Sehun pulled Kyungsoo towards him, wrapping his arms around his waist he smiled down at him. “I wanted to stare at you too, but if I did my coach would have cut my balls off.”
“Always the poet.” Kyungsoo laughed.
“I love you.” Sehun leaned in. “A lot.”
“Hm.” Kyungsoo, the same Kyungsoo who stared out a window so much he almost failed his senior math class, had no more time for windows. He wrapped his arms around Sehun’s neck, pulling him in for a kiss. “I love you too, Sehun.”