How far is heaven
★Title: How far is heaven for zuhoe ♡
★Pairing: Kyungsoo-centric, mention Kyungsoo/Kris, Kyungsoo/Yixing and Kyungsoo/Suho
★Rating: nc-17
★Length: 7437 words
★Warnings/Disclaimers: some sexual content, very OoC. Not beta'ed. ;_; This story is fictional. Anything resembling real life is purely coincidental especially when it's about real people. I honestly don't claim to know how depression actually works, but from my quick crash course, I've tried to convey it here with the best of my abilities. The ending kinda fizzled to nowhere /sobs/ Please forgive me for any errors you've come across. OTL
★Author’s notes/Messages for the recipient: Hi there! Thank you for offering such nice prompts. I really wanted to merge all three prompts AND slip in your top 3 Kyungsoo pairings, somehow the fic turned out to be this way and probably didn't turn out the way you wanted :(.
I hope you like it anyway. Enjoy!
★Summary: It starts with a support group Kyungsoo was signed up for without his knowledge. To help him climb out his depressive episodes, was the initial reason.
When his friend signed them up for the Support Group Alliance, Kyungsoo did not expect anything at all from his participation in it. What good will it do to air out his dirty laundry for the whole world to know? Especially when this Doctor Wu looked nothing like the flyer Baekhyun had silently slipped into his messenger bag. Kyungsoo had expected the doctor leading the group to be a sweet, patient but wrinkly old doctor with ten years of experience under his belt. Not a young man, in his early thirties and looking like a model coming alive from a Vogue fashion magazine.
"Good morning, everyone." Dr. Wu said brightly, as bright as he could with the deep voice he used and the face of a perpetually-constipated mannequin doll Kyungsoo had once found while peering through display windows. Though, the smile Dr. Wu gave them seemed warm at first glance. For other people they would have called the gum smile really endearing, but in Kyungsoo's mind, the smile felt plastic and forced.
"Good morning, Kris." Everyone in the group answered automatically, almost mechanically. Kyungsoo did not look at any of his group mates to wonder if they returned Dr. Wu's gummy smile. He did wonder if the twitch of his own face resembled a smile in return. It was only polite to return the smile. Right?
Dr. Wu was wearing an orange wool shirt and a pair of black slacks. The doctor had long ditched his white coat, hanging it over the back of his seat. Dr. Wu sat down, crossed his legs, with his writing notepad resting on his lap and plucked out a pencil from the back of his pocket. His movements were at ease, flowing naturally without a second too long. Still, it struck Kyungsoo as something suspicious. This was his second session and Dr. Wu still struck him as someone who could have been an idol in his teens.
"Wow, aren't you all excited to see me?" Dr. Wu asked, his tone light and teasing, softened with the grin he put on his face.
The murmurs that followed sounded garbled and incoherent even in Kyungsoo's ears. But they all agreed nonchalantly, disinterested, the same blankness Kyungsoo felt and tasted in this room.
"Let's do it again. With more energy, please." Dr. Wu clapped his hands to gather their attention. "Good morning, class!"
"Good morning, Dr. Wu."
"More power!"
"Good morning, Dr. Wu!"
"Shout it out from within. Feel the fire in your chest!"
The group stared at him, someone managed to utter "what" in a deadpan voice.
Dr. Wu merely smiled, completely not deterred from the lack of response even when his smile had turned just a little crooked to be sincere.
"All right. Today, I'd like you all to talk a bit about your family. Or your friends. Or anyone significant others. I'd like you to choose one person from your list of important people and tell us about your relationship with them. How did you meet? What were your impressions of this person? Can you relate easily with this person? If something very bad happens to you, would this person be the first you talk to?" Dr. Wu scribbled something in his notepad and then rested the pen against his ear, sitting back on his chair. "Who would like to begin? It's only five minutes per speaker so time will go faster without us noticing."
The silence that followed deafened the room. Kyungsoo imagined it sizzling in his ears before the hairs on his skin stood on end.
Nervous glances were exchanged, but nobody raised their hands to volunteer. Nobody dared to look at the doctor in the eye for fear he might call upon one of them to stand up and start an impromptu speech of sorts with five pairs of eyes staring back. It felt like high school again, where the teacher asks the class whose cheat sheet was being passed while holding the object in question high up in the air, and everyone guiltily avoiding the teacher's eyes as their faces turned red.
"Anyone? Nobody? Well then, why don't we start with-," Dr. Wu pointed to a random member in the group, the one sitting on the third on Kyungsoo's left, "You? Oh Sehun, is it? Tell me about your family? Your friends? Or anyone important to you?"
"My family consists of four people. Mom, dad, my brother and me. My brother and I aren't close. I don't remember his favorite food. I don't really have friends. They are all losers," Sehun began, his blank face turning distasteful as he continued, "I don't bother talking to them about the latest video games or the cheat codes. They're so annoying."
Dr. Wu made non-committal sounds behind his throat, nodding along with the story. While he encouraged Sehun to talk more, he was already scribbling blindly across one page after another, using annotating tags and keywords ('hormonal teenager', 'mood swings' being something Kyungsoo could see). Sehun rattled off some more complaints about this classmate who was so showy with jewelry and the voice that did not match the face before his speaking time went overtime. Dr. Wu had to soothe his agitation with a promise that Sehun was more than welcome to talk to him outside the session about this annoying classmate.
When it's finally Kyungsoo's turn, his back went stiff as a board and his hands wrung nervously back and forth across his lap. "My family is still alive. My mom makes the best Korean beef. My dad is a professor. I've a brother who's six years older than me. He works at the government. I have a few friends. One of them is responsible for making me join this group. I hate him."
A minute of silence settled in the room.
"Go on?" Dr. Wu leaned forward expectantly, maybe to change his earlier seating position because his back was hurting and his legs were shaking restlessly.
"There's nothing more to talk about." Kyungsoo answered readily with frown.
"Are you sure? Will he be the one you go to when something bad happens?"
Kyungsoo crinkled his eyebrows, thinking very hard and trying to recall if he had ever talked about his problems to anyone before. "No. But he is the first who would notice something is up."
"Sounds like he's looking out for you." Dr. Wu smiled, his pink gums showing.
"No. He is just a jerk who likes picking on me." Kyungsoo resisted the urge to punch the doctor between his nose and throw a tantrum.
Dr. Wu merely smiled and made a quick note in his notepad. From Kyungsoo's vantage point, he only managed to see a chicken scratch scrawl in a ballooned circle, 'hot and cold'. Whatever that entailed.
x
At the end of the session, Dr. Wu evaluated his findings in the group, offering his analyses on the many relationships he had heard so far and then relayed some general advices to solve problematic bonds, along with homework exercises. After that he gave everyone antidepressants and warned about taking medicine and the side effects.
"Do Kyungsoo. Here are your meds." Dr. Wu passed him a pouch, his eyebrows knitted together in a frown.
"Thank you." The pouch was fuzzy in his hand. Kyungsoo could feel the content of the pouch. One strip.
Dr. Wu was staring at him, his eyes looking him over for some sort of sign.
"Have you been sleeping well? How many hours do you sleep?"
Perplexed, Kyungsoo tilted his head a little, a habit he couldn't disengage himself as he mentally counted the hours. "Four to five hours per day. I can't sleep in even if I try. Why?"
"Do you use sleeping pills?"
"No."
"Nightmares or just bad dreams?"
"I don't remember them at all."
"When's the last time you had sex?"
Kyungsoo went still for a second.
"Excuse me?" He glared at the doctor, his tone coming harsher than usual. "That's none of your business."
Dr. Wu quickly raised his hands in surrender. "Woah, woah, woah. You've got it all wrong. These are standard questions I ask my group. I'm not going to judge you for whatever you're doing with your sex life."
"So I take it you've also asked Oh Sehun about his sex life before, haven't you? Even when he's still a child." Kyungsoo asked.
"Yes, I have." Dr. Wu nodded, "But I won't tell you what's his answer."
"I don't want to know anyway." Kyungsoo bit back.
Dr. Wu assessed him with a short silent stare. "Are you going to answer the question or not?"
"No."
"All right, that's fine. How does your food intake look like at night? Are you prone to smuggling night snacks into your room? What kind of liquid do you take in?"
"Why are you asking me these questions?"
"I work as a counseling therapist slash doctor. I'm trying to gather information about you to decide my next step on how to help you with your depression. Take for example, my interest in your sleeping habits. Studies show that when you have a sleep routine, you're more likely to have slept well and be in a better mood the next time you wake up. I'd like to know what you do before your sleep. Do you watch movies? So yes, what kind of movies? Or do you read? What kind of books? And so on. These details can determine at least in theory on how your mood was before you went to sleep and how well or how bad you've slept for the day or night. And another thing, where did you put your bed? Where does your head face whenever you hit the pillow? And are you a restless sleeper? Is it from the stress? All these things and some more details can add up how I should handle your situation. You're not just a person who's depressed. To me, you're an unique person who's probably needs more than just pep talk or loving words. Do you understand where I'm going with this?"
Kyungsoo gave a slow blink and nodded hesitantly, his mind was reeling with the onslaught of revelations. "Yes. But about the-"
Dr. Wu grinned. "Besides, sex is a good exercise and helps improve your lack of sleep. It also helps you release whatever tension you're feeling at that moment. Be it stress from work or a healthy surge of hunger for warmth from your significant other."
"You didn't have to be blunt. You could've just asked me through an anonymous survey letter or during the sign ups." Kyungsoo muttered.
"Though I agree it's not an open subject in public, I'm a firm believer that some things should be openly discussed in order to be able to improve your relationships with people around you. Having a listening ear to talk to is sometimes also a good medicine in life," Dr. Wu said with a serious face and then his face cleared up from the serious frowning, "If you're uncomfortable about discussing this in public, you can always come over to my office downtown. I've a bed sofa there where I usually let patients rest and ramble to me about everything or anything they want to share. I'll be happy to make an appointment for you and have you over as I go one-on-one with you. Here's my number, my address, my personal contact information."
Dr. Wu produced a name card from his pocket and presented it with both hands towards Kyungsoo, who accepted it with both hands and studied the card.
Kris Wu Yifan, Ph.D
Therapist
Along with three numbers listed and the clinic he worked at.
"Err… thank you."
"I look forward to having you over." Dr. Wu said brightly.
Clutching the medicine in his clammy hands, Kyungsoo quickly exited the room. Not even turning back to look at Dr. Wu.
x
"How did your session go?" Baekhyun asked Kyungsoo as soon as he entered the shared apartment.
"I hate you." Kyungsoo said without heat, unraveling his thick scarf from around his neck and hanging them at the door. He thumped his shoes to shake off the dirt and then slipped out of them to wear the indoor slippers.
"I'm hurt. Is this all you can say after all I've done for you?" Baekhyun sniffed, giving him a mock teary face.
"It was fine. We talked about family and friends. And you're on my shit list." Kyungsoo said bluntly, and shuffled past Baekhyun to enter the kitchen.
"How rude." Baekhyun huffed, but Kyungsoo could hear the smile in his voice. "Okay, dinner is on me tonight. What do you want for dinner?"
"I can cook." Kyungsoo pointed out.
"You don't look like you're anywhere near your chef mood tonight." Baekhyun offered him a shrug and then a wicked smile. "No spatula weapon to wield."
"I can stretch my arm over there and grab one if you really missed me smacking your arm."
"How abusive." Baekhyun snorted. "But seriously, what do you want for dinner? I'm starving and you're in no mood to start the stove."
Kyungsoo sighed. Baekhyun was right. As always, his friend knew everything. "What about Jongin? Is he back yet?"
"His class will end soon. I can still grab his chicken along the way. Do you want the usual?"
"Yeah. Sure."
"Be right back after an hour!" Baekhyun turned his back to Kyungsoo and flailed one arm in the air as a wave.
x
Long after Baekhyun had thrown the take out containers into the garbage bag and Jongin was half-snoozing on the sofa, watching anime DVD, Kyungsoo was staring at the medicine pouch set in the center of the dinner table with apprehension.
He did not move to open it or slip out the medicine.
His fingers twitched, though. Ready to unravel the knot of the pouch.
He hesitated for another minute.
Kyungsoo wasn't like this five years ago. He didn't need medicine to suppress the wry feeling of being cut off from everything in the world.
There was a time, albeit he remembered vaguely, when he could smile and laugh freely. When he didn't succumb into a dark state and feel like the room was growing larger in his presence and the walls closing in. There was a time when he didn't feel like his friends were ostracizing him from hanging out, from drinking cheap beer on Saturdays until regular invites became fewer and eventually turned dry (well, only Baekhyun and Jongin bothered to pester him with invites now and then). There was a time he didn't have that ball of doubt in the pit of his stomach, that little demon whispering in his ear through silence and cold air, intensifying the loneliness he never thought he had.
Until at some pivotal point, Kyungsoo can't seem to bring himself to care, closed off with his defenses stacked sky high.
Baekhyun suspected Kyungsoo had had his heart broken, already naming a few people on the top of his head Kyungsoo might have been interested in ("It was Joonmyun wasn't it? That senior you always made googly eyes at!").
Jongin suspected Kyungsoo was too wrapped up with his boring bank employee life, forgetting about his dreams to become a famous musician.
They were all wrong. There was no one-sided crush. There was no big dream to become a famous musician.
Or was it?
Kyungsoo's fingers twitched again.
He finally resolved and snatched the pouch.
x
It took Kyungsoo two weeks before he decided to go for it. Kyungsoo can't remember what's the reason for dialing Dr. Wu's clinic number. His urge to talk to somebody. Or his own curiosity to find a cure. He didn't want to stay in this state.
A petite, cute lady at the front desk had rung him in to announce his arrival to Dr. Wu and showed him the way down the long corridors to sit outside the office at the waiting room. Kyungsoo didn't have to wait long. After a few minutes, the door to Dr. Wu's office opened and a smart-dressed lady stepped out, her eyes going to her watch as fumbled with her bag. Kyungsoo watched her run through the halls, her high heels clicking loudly across the floor as she skidded to take a turn and stop in front of an elevator.
"Next!" someone's voice called out.
Kyungsoo knocked on the door and murmured a quick 'good morning' as he entered Dr. Wu's office. On one side, a large bookcase was aligned against the wall. The opposite direction faced a wall decorated with diplomas, pictures and other certificates. The office desk was settled further against the windows, pressed almost close to the window shades. The air was cold and stale from the air conditioning. But other than that, Kyungsoo liked the flower pots in the corner of the room.
"Oh, hello, Kyungsoo." Dr. Wu said in surprise. He unfolded himself from the chair and quickly ushered Kyungsoo to take a seat on the impressive black sofa bed with the thick lush cushions in the center of the room.
Kyungsoo's weight sunk deep into the cushions.
He suddenly felt really small.
"I see you didn't get lost on the way here."
"The front desk was very helpful."
"Ah yes, sweet Krystal. As efficient as ever. So." Dr. Wu flipped his notepad to a new leaflet and took a seat next to Kyungsoo's sofa bed. "Shall we start with our first session?"
"Yes, of course." Kyungsoo tried to sit up further, but his weight still dragged him down into the sofa as he sunk into the fluff even more.
Dr. Wu watched him in amusement, smiling, "Okay, tell me about your childhood. What kind of child were you?"
Kyungsoo thought this would be the first and last session he will ever attend at Dr. Wu's own personal practice, because he did not have the time or the money to keep doing this.
One appointment became two, and then three and suddenly he's already completed six sessions and Dr. Wu probably has a whole book filled with information on one Do Kyungsoo.
Along the way, he started enjoying these sessions where he could ramble and rant about his work or his family.
Or maybe it's just the sofa's doing? The sofa was very comfortable. Very soft. Very nice smelling too. It gave off the feeling that Kyungsoo was allowed to lay on it, stretched out and think of nothing else in the world.
Or maybe it's because of Dr. Wu being dumb overall and Kyungsoo just wanted a laugh? Despite being passionate about his counsel work, Dr. Wu was practically useless in other departments. Okay, not useless, just infinitely clueless for some reason. There is no way that pencil drawing Dr. Wu had hung in the middle of his certificate frames, was actually a horse in the midst of the field. And how can Dr. Wu be so clueless at the advances his patients were making to him whenever they dropped into Kyungsoo's session unannounced and babbled about some forgotten issue or forgotten appointment.
Automatically, Kyungsoo's gaze would sweep through the office, looking for a picture of a missus Wu and then discreetly check Dr. Wu's ring finger for a golden band.
No wonder there were people throwing themselves at Dr. Wu.
x
These days he found himself sinking deep into the sofa while he rambled for a few minutes and somehow ends up falling asleep in it for the rest of session, drooling just a little on the plush pillow. Once he jerked awake, his face patterned on one side, he would guiltily apologize for the impromptu naps Kyungsoo had taken.
He tired easily. His eyes drooped faster than before. It's all because of work. Work had doubled overtime. A system breach had happened before any of the techies could detect and suddenly everyone was alerted about someone trying to hack into the bank computer and steal customer data or credit numbers.
"It's all right." Dr. Wu waved him off when he had to wake Kyungsoo up for the nth time of their session. "I know the sofa is very comfortable. Whenever I'm tired, I tend to sleep in it too, more often than on my own bed."
"But the whole point of this session to help me off this state… and not freeload a sleeping hour."
"It's fine." Dr. Wu said, "At least, you've rested enough. Those circles under your eyes don't look as prominent as before. You look well rested to me."
"Does that mean, I'm off the hook for next week?"
"Nah. I'm not that lenient to give you a free pass. I've another technique I want to try out on you. It will help loosen your stress."
"Really? What is it?"
This other technique turned out to be Kyungsoo lying face down on the sofa, shirt bunched up to his neck to expose his back, while Dr. Wu gave him a back massage. How unorthodox.
Kyungsoo might have thought Dr. Wu has large hands, but now that he could feel the hands on his back, they're massive even when pressing down the tight knots of his muscles. He made strange embarrassing guttural sounds as Dr. Wu worked out each knot and pressed down gentle along his lower back.
"I've noticed you've been sitting weirdly or standing off balance whenever you enter the my sessions. Is it your neck hurting? Or did your shoulder do something weird?" Dr. Wu asked.
"I was helping my roommate move the furniture around." Kyungsoo said muffled into the sofa. He cursed Baekhyun in his mind again and again.
"Next time, draw yourself a warm bath and relax in it to loosen your muscles. I promise you will feel good just the same." The doctor said.
x
Kyungsoo's eyes became heavy-lidded as they fluttered between wakefulness and drowsiness. He wasn't particularly tired that day, but somehow every time he lays down on Dr. Wu's couch all he wants to do is sleep.
Through the haze of a blurred vision, he tried to look for Dr. Wu. He was lying somehow on his back, breathing a bit too heavily. Dr. Wu peered down at him with a fond smile. "Sleep well?" He asked, chuckling, and helped Kyungsoo sit up.
Or Kyungsoo thought he did, he wasn't sure. He only realized that maybe not, because his back was pressed against someone's body. The crisp smell of fabric softener mixed with starch powder floated in the air.
"I'll make you feel even better." Dr. Wu whispered in his ear, and nipped on Kyungsoo's earlobe. A large arm was wrapped around his waist, right above the waist band of his boxers.
His boxers?
The drowsiness didn't go away despite the odd alarm in his mind going off. Dr. Wu's other hand had cupped Kyungsoo's non-existent breast, squeezing the muscle and tweaked Kyungsoo's nipple. He was naked before? Unimportant.
At this point, Kyungsoo didn't seem to care. A low rumbling hum rose up from the back of his throat. He wasn't sure why. But he felt himself relax into Dr. Wu's chest, his own hand trailing to touch Dr. Wu's thighs.
"Yes, please." Kyungsoo said, in a voice he cannot remember having.
Dr. Wu's hand skittered around the waist band and slid underneath to wrap his hand around Kyungsoo's balls and massaged them between his long fingers. Kyungsoo arched his back and grabbed hold of Dr. Wu's thighs on either side. His knees were clenched together, but Dr. Wu's other hand had already slid underneath one of them and lifted the trapped knee higher to gain more access to Kyungsoo's length.
His head was swimming.
His clothes disappeared.
He was naked now, spread out across the lush sofa with Doctor Wu looming over him, hooking Kyungsoo's legs over his shoulders.
Something thick and wet was teasing his end.
And.
x
When Kyungsoo opened his eyes, he immediately shot up from the sofa.
Cold.
Hot.
He flailed wildly to grasp his situation and looked around, realizing he had fallen asleep again on the sofa. There's this still that quirky calendar on the wall that Dr. Wu always have in his office. A thick blanket was wrapped around his middle.
What the heck just happened? He grasped his hair and tried to remember what's the last thing he did.
Flashes of flushed skin hot against him and a warm tongue thrusting into him. He checked his clothes and realized, he's actually fully clothed. Only a bit rumpled by the sleep.
"Ah, you're awake, Kyungsoo. My massage must be magical. You didn't even wake up after I was shaking your shoulder." Dr. Wu said in amusement and placed a tray with two cups of tea and a pair of cake.
"What happened?"
"You fell asleep after I worked on your back muscle."
"Only that?"
Dr. Wu raised his eyebrows at him. "You sound disappointed. Yes, only that. And then you fell asleep curling up like a cat. I know this, because I own a fuzz ball back at home and he sometimes reminds me of you. Especially whenever you sleep so soundly."
"Really?"
"So what kind of dream did you have? Do you want to talk about it?"
"Dream?"
"You've been making puppy noises and pleasant sighs while you slept. Must be some hot dream." Dr. Wu teased. "Don't worry. It's really great progress that you're dreaming about sex. As Jung said, all our problems can be rooted to having sexual dreams. Not the exact wording, but that's basically the gist. So~,"
Kyungsoo paled.
It's like he's been tossed into an ice bucket of water.
Dream.
Not real.
He didn't feel any pain. His jeans felt slightly wet and soiled and.
There was actually no penetration.
Only one thing came to mind: Run!
x
After that, he cancelled all his appointments that have anything to do with Dr. Wu.
Dr. Wu sounded disappointed over the phone when he tried to coax him back into another session.
"I don't think it's working out for me." Kyungsoo tried to evade the specifics. His face felt hot. His heart was racing. What if Dr. Wu knew about his dirty dreams?
"Why is that?" Dr. Wu wheedled. "What's the reason for saying so?"
"This is too much for me."
"But you've been making progress. I can see it. You've been a bit happier than before." Dr. Wu protested.
"No, Dr. Wu. I think it's best I stop coming over."
Dr. Wu sighed. "All right. You can still call me if you want to talk about anything."
"Yeah. I know."
"These last two weeks our collaboration has been an enjoyable experience for me. I hope you also feel the same way."
"Maybe."
"I'm wishing you all the best in the future. Do you want other references instead?"
"No it's fine. Thanks."
"Anytime. If you need a listening ear, my door is always open."
"Thanks. And I'm sorry."
"What for?"
"Just sorry."
x
Another sex dream.
A sex dream about Dr. Wu touching him. Where Dr. Wu would take him hard and fast. Sometimes slow and sweet until he was sobbing into the sheets, hot skin sliding against his own. Sometimes Kyungsoo was the one doing the riding, staring at the broad back of dr. Wu stretched out in front of him, sweat covered and tense with every exertion as Kyungsoo pushed into him.
This is not good. It's not a one time thing either, Kyungsoo almost sobbed to himself. Curling up his knees to his chest as he tries to ignore the beating of his heart, the heavy breathing coming out of his mouth and his uncomfortable tightness in his shorts. Another dream. It's another dream. He had soiled his underwear for days now and these dreams can't seem to stop.
Baekhyun was already giving him an eye over, wiggling his eyebrows, when they were dining together with Jongin for once.
"What are you looking at?" Kyungsoo glared at his flat mate.
"You're having naughty dreams about your doctor." Baekhyun stated.
Jongin gave into a violent coughing fit.
"I'm not." Kyungsoo said hotly, leaning over to Jongin to rub his back.
"Your face is all red too!" Baekhyun cackled.
"It's just the kimchi."
"Oh please."
"Hyung hasn't gone to see the therapist a month." Jongin said quietly, reaching for a cold bottle of water.
"You're kidding? You ran away from that hunk of a man? How could you?"
Kyungsoo sighed. "Baekhyun, please. I'm not in the mood for your jokes."
"All right, but why did you stop meeting him? You were doing so well. I was so sure you two hit it off. Somehow."
"It's too dangerous."
"Dangerous? What is? For whom?"
"This feeling. This feeling of attraction." Kyungsoo spit out.
"You know what... I think you've confused those emotions of thankfulness with something sinister." Baekhyun said.
"Sinister? What do you mean sinister? And I do not!"
"You think like you should be the one making a commitment for infinite forever. But you end up disappointing yourself by pulling back and cutting off ties even easily."
"I do not. And why are you telling me this?"
"Baekhyun hyung is right though. You just freeze up when happiness is lain on your path and just spring onto a different path to avoid it. As if you think you didn't deserve this happiness." Jongin interjected.
"The same freezing up happened when you wanted to confess to that Joongmyun." Baekhyun added.
"Who told you that?" Kyungsoo said sharply.
"Nobody. I'm your best pal. I know everything."
"It's nothing like that, you know? Joongmyun hyung was just... too perfect."
"But you still liked that guy anyway." Baekhyun said gently.
"Yes. He treated me well. He treated everyone well, actually." Kyungsoo furrowed his brow, "But he never saw me as anyone but a junior."
"He is seeing someone at that time, you know?" Jongin said but doubled over in pain when Baekhyun slapped his thigh.
"Well, Joonmyun hyung is old news now. You need someone else to comfort you." Baekhyun pressed a card into Kyungsoo's hand. "Please call this number when you feel like it. They provide excellent services for people who just need a hug from time to time."
"I don't need a hugger."
"Yes, you do. And Yixing is the perfect candidate to help you overcome human touching."
x
"I'd like to have a night for your services." Kyungsoo blurted out.
Yixing raised his eyebrows and smiled, the dent in his cheek looking faint in the artificial light of the shop. "You know I don't do night shift, Kyungsoo-yah."
"S-sorry. I didn't mean-." Kyungsoo's hopeful face fell. He suddenly felt ashamed for even suggesting it as the words ran through his mind and he realized the meaning behind them. He worked his lower lip between his teeth and swallowed back his nervousness. "I didn't mean it like -that-. I just--I just want to--to touch you. A hug maybe? You did say your hugs are amazing."
Yixing looked amused. "Did I? Hmmm."
"Forget it." Kyungsoo backpedaled in his thoughts. He tossed his cup in, ignoring the way the hot liquid scalding his tongue and bundled up his scarf around his neck. "I'm sorry for wasting your time. I don't know what came over me."
"Wait." Yixing had reached out to stop him from wrapping the end of his scarf further around his nose. "Don't go~. Please sit down. I was only teasing you."
Kyungsoo thinned his lips. Feeling a bit betrayed. Or maybe a bit angry? He couldn't identify the emotion boiling in his gut. He gave Yixing a terse nod and sat back down stiffly.
Yixing rest his elbows on the table, folding his hands together and smiled. "Okay, first things first. The ground rules."
Kyungsoo nodded again.
"Lu Han, my boss is a bit of a stickler about ground rules, but I'm sure you've already heard so much about our famed business model."
Kyungsoo tilted his head trying to recall if any of his friends had ever talked about the rules. A vague recollection of inappropriate touching being prohibited.
"Let me give you a quick crash course. The basics of our model is to provide a literal physical chocolate blanket to our customers, not unlike a real wool blanket in the middle of the winter season. We provide hugs. All types of g-rated hugs. No sexual favors. No sleazy touching. Just a comforting warmth of another human being. So I'm basically just your warm up pillow, so to speak." Yixing laughed.
"So..."
"So, if you mean you want to purchase my pillow services for tonight, then everything's all good. I'll have to warn you though. A nightly hug pillow is very expensive." Yixing winked.
Kyungsoo mentally calculated his money bank and the cash on hand. "How much?"
"I'll send you the check as soon as you place an order to Lu Han's phone. Here, let me dial him up for you."
x
That same night, Kyungsoo didn't know how to react around Yixing.
Baekhyun had sent him wicked wriggling eyebrows while Jongin talked to Yixing about his daily life with Lu Han and Zitao. When the clock struck twelve, Baekhyun loudly proclaimed it was time to sleep and pushed Jongin out of the living room at the pretense of making some last minute purchases at the nearest store.
Now only Yixing and Kyungsoo were in the room and suddenly Kyungsoo didn't know what to do with himself.
"H-how should we do this?"
The bed looked awfully inviting, but minding the fact that he wasn't alone in the room, made Kyungsoo swallow back his nervousness.
"We just sleep." Yixing said simply. A guileless smile appeared on his face as he shot Kyungsoo a significant look and then sort of glided towards the bed and sat on it. He patted the space beside him.
"Come on. We can start off slow."
"Maybe this isn't a good idea." Kyungsoo backpedaled.
Yixing hummed. "But you've already paid for your services. Now it's my turn to work."
"Are you sure? You said you didn't usually do this? You can take the bed. I'll just take the futon."
"Kyungsoo." Yixing said in a tone that left no discussion. "Come here."
A small "okay" left Kyungsoo's mouth as he shyly stepped forward and sat rigidly beside Yixing.
"Now relax and just let me handle this."
Kyungsoo nodded stiffly and sucked in his breath, tense. Yixing leaned in close, slowly at first and then wrapped his arms around Kyungsoo's neck. His nose was buried into Kyungsoo's nape and he breathed.
"All right?" He murmured.
Kyungsoo nodded.
Yixing then guided them both to lie down on the bed, sideways, with Yixing still pressed close to him. Yixing taught him all sorts of hugs in one night. Kyungsoo didn't understand the purpose for learning all of them one by one, but Yixing insisted it's for his general experience too since Kyungsoo hadn't given many opportunities to become close physically in some comforting way. They had late night conversations after that. Casual conversations that wandered to safe topics like work, friends, more work, interesting situations. It didn't feel too different from the session Kyungsoo had gone through when he was still seeing Dr. Wu.
x
Dreams of Dr. Wu no longer filled his mind.
Instead, all he could remember was white linens. White linens hanging outside to dry in the bright sun.
x
Kyungsoo paid for Yixing again the following night.
The linens in his dream continued to dry in the bright sun and the smell of spring entered the scene. The sharp tang of grass and newly blossomed flowers filled the air. Bees and butterflies darted around the flower buds.
The dream remained to be about spring and life in spring.
The next hug session, Yixing couldn't make it and so, Lu Han came in his stead.
Lu Han had a delicate face, but sharp but hard as steel eyes. They assessed Kyungsoo from head to toe, almost clinically. Before a cute smile blossomed onto that delicate face with the hard eyes.
"Let's get started, shall we?"
Lu Han opened his arms and waited for Kyungsoo to step forward into the embrace. There was nothing wrong with hugging Lu Han. He also smelt of comfort and warmth, but in a different level. It's just that--Lu Han was not Yixing.
Kyungsoo's dreams filled with white linens along with some colorful t-shirts forming some word or a pun. Lady bugs crawled all over him, though.
After Lu Han's session, Zitao was next. He was taller than Kyungsoo. One head taller. Dressed in leather and decked with various silver jewelries. While Lu Han and Yixing were both comfort and warmth, Zitao spelled danger and excitement. Calling out a slumbering kink Kyungsoo never knew it existed. There was also nothing wrong with Zitao's hugs. They felt really warm too, almost childish and cute that Kyungsoo felt like they had exchanged roles in who was hugging and who needed the hugging.
His dreams filled with lady bugs darting around huge panda's walking along the white linens.
x
When Yixing finally could make it to the next hug session, Kyungsoo felt relieved and eagerly allowed Yixing to nose his way against the back of Kyungsoo's ear down to the nape of his shoulder. Kyungsoo had shivered in anticipation and pressed himself closer to Yixing's body.
Relieved and content.
White linens hanging in the sunlight filled his dreams. Colorful flower buds burst open one by one, lining out a field. Full spring.
"How are you feeling?" Kyungsoo asked.
Yixing looked surprised as a small smile curled up the corners of his mouth. "I'm good. Drowsy but good. Why?"
"Was this always part of your dream job?"
Yixing played with the end of Kyungsoo's hair at the nape of his neck, humming a slow song, before caressing Kyungsoo's neck. "Nope. My dream was to make music forever."
"Was? What about now?"
"Now I want to help people. Help people like you."
"Why did you give your dream up?"
"Too high expectations. I was a perfectionist. I did everything at the best of my abilities. And then I had an accident that made me realize my skills was needed somewhere else."
The words were vague, but the tone was soft and wistful. Yixing was deliberately trying not to be obtrusive. Kyungsoo didn't expect he would open that easily about specific content of his background either.
"I had a dream before, you know. To become famous with music as well." Kyungsoo said quietly.
"It didn't work out?"
"No, I was too scared to choose that path. It was volatile and unknown. At least with my master degree I could have any job I wanted."
"Are you satisfied with your life then?"
"... I don't know. I thought I did."
"It's okay. You still have time to figure it all out." Yixing murmured and wrap his thin arms around Kyungsoo for another comforting hug.
x
Kyungsoo had lost count the many times he had asked for Yixing's nightly services. A brilliant idea sparked in the middle of his thought and eventually it built off into something big and assertive. Kyungsoo reluctantly stood up, grabbed hold of Yixing's thin wrist and pulled him along into his bedroom.
"Ready for bed?"
"Yes."
"Let me try this for once."
"What do you mean?"
"Lie down." Kyungsoo instructed.
"Okay."
Yixing sprawled himself on the bed, arms and legs stretched out to relax. He never broke eye contact with Kyungsoo as he waited and smiled at him.
Kyungsoo swallowed back his nervousness. He climbed on the bed, settled on top of Yixing, his knees on either side of Yixing's hips. He then leaned down, laying himself flat on top of Yixing and allowed his body to curl into the warmth that is Yixing.
"You know, you're going to squish me dead with this move." Yixing said, his breath wheezing as one arm rest on the small of Kyungsoo's back.
"Sorry." Kyungsoo's voice was muffled, his face buried into Yixing's sweater.
Fabric softener and sunshine, his mind said as he breathed in the scent that's only Yixing.
Then Kyungsoo pressed his hips down, rolling them as his crotch rubbed into Yixing's inner thigh. Yixing's breath hitched in surprise. Kyungsoo repeated the movement, tentatively dragging his crotch upward to meet Yixing's own.
With half-lidded eyes, Kyungsoo watched the myriad of emotions playing across Yixing's face. Creased eyebrows. Flushed cheeks. Yixing's mouth hanging open while his breath came short and fast. Long eyelashes fluttering with the shadows. Yixing looked very attractive, on his back and vulnerable under Kyungsoo's mercy.
Yixing tilted his chin up and pressed his chapped lips onto Kyungsoo's own. The kiss was sweet and tentative. Very like Yixing.
But this was new territory. Even though Yixing said he didn't do sexual favors, he had rolled Kyungsoo over onto his back and sucking his way down Kyungsoo's throat and unbuttoning Kyungsoo's shirt.
x
After that night, Kyungsoo braved himself for a relationship. A bond with Yixing. Who was sunny and bright. He wasn't going to run away this time.
"D-do you--go out with me." Kyungsoo stammered, his face burning in embarrassment as he clenched his eyes closed and waited for his ordeal.
It took a long moment for Yixing to finally respond.
"All right. Let's try it." Yixing had said and laced their fingers together.
A strange sort of ball ready to burst out from the back of his throat rolled around his stomach for good measure, tickling his insides. Was this what happiness felt like?
Omake -
The calm before the storm, as they called it, came in the form of Lu Han. He kept wedging himself between them as Yixing and Kyungsoo went out on dates. Lu Han made sure Kyungsoo was nowhere near Yixing's body. He made sure to make an annoyance of himself so that Yixing wouldn't be able to corner Kyungsoo alone. He made sure there was no handholding either, always slapping Kyungsoo's fingers from grasping Yixing's hand or directing Yixing's hand away from Kyungsoo's own.
Yixing sighed when Lu Han pulled him aside for the umpteenth time and looked apologetically at Kyungsoo.
"Lu Han. Stop it." Yixing finally said as his patience came short.
"What? I wasn't doing anything."
"Stop playing chaperone and go home. This is my date with Kyungsoo and you're ruining it for us."
"I am ruining your date?" Lu Han cried out in outrage. "I'm here to protect your virtue from this…this wiley Kyungsoo."
Kyungsoo felt his face color in guilt.
"Stop it. I thought I told you no snooping around. I can protect myself just fine. Lu Han, please go home."
"Yixing." Lu Han gave Kyungsoo a glare. "Fine. I want him back home before midnight. In one piece. No messed up shirts or unruly hair sticking oddly."
"Goodbye, Lu Han!" Yixing interrupted hotly.
"I mean it, Do Kyungsoo. If you so much lay a hand on his ass-" Lu Han jabbed a finger into Kyungsoo's shoulder.
"Lu Han, go away. Minseok is waiting for you in bed." Yixing tried to deflect Lu Han's jabbing finger.
"How would you know?"
"Want to see the picture he just sent me? It's really worth more than my salary."
"What picture? Why wasn't I aware of it?" Lu Han demanded.
Yixing swiped his screen a few times to look for the aforementioned picture and finally found it, turning it over for Lu Han to see.
Kyungsoo only had a glimpse of someone sleeping bundled up in bed, his mouth slightly hanging open.
"So cute~" Lu Han breathed.
"And then I also have this one..." Yixing swiped the screen and Lu Han went utterly still, his eyes were wide and sparkling.
From Kyungsoo's side, he could only make out of someone stretched out in bed, his shirt ridden a bit higher than before, exposing his navel and a great expanse of his stomach. Nothing too strange other than the creepy feeling of being played into someone's hands.
"Minseokkie, how could you do this to me?" Lu Han whimpered, his face flushed and his lips quivering. "All right." He straightened. "Have fun you two! I'm going home."
When Lu Han finally left them alone. Kyungsoo looked up questionably at Yixing. "Who was that in the picture?"
"Lu Han and him have a weird relationship. That is all." Yixing smirked.
"That sounds like blackmail material though." Kyungsoo pointed out.
"It might as well be." Yixing sniggered. "Now where were we?"
"I know."
Kyungsoo shoved Yixing against the nearest wall and caught Yixing's jaw line with his teeth.
★Pairing: Kyungsoo-centric, mention Kyungsoo/Kris, Kyungsoo/Yixing and Kyungsoo/Suho
★Rating: nc-17
★Length: 7437 words
★Warnings/Disclaimers: some sexual content, very OoC. Not beta'ed. ;_; This story is fictional. Anything resembling real life is purely coincidental especially when it's about real people. I honestly don't claim to know how depression actually works, but from my quick crash course, I've tried to convey it here with the best of my abilities. The ending kinda fizzled to nowhere /sobs/ Please forgive me for any errors you've come across. OTL
★Author’s notes/Messages for the recipient: Hi there! Thank you for offering such nice prompts. I really wanted to merge all three prompts AND slip in your top 3 Kyungsoo pairings, somehow the fic turned out to be this way and probably didn't turn out the way you wanted :(.
I hope you like it anyway. Enjoy!
★Summary: It starts with a support group Kyungsoo was signed up for without his knowledge. To help him climb out his depressive episodes, was the initial reason.
When his friend signed them up for the Support Group Alliance, Kyungsoo did not expect anything at all from his participation in it. What good will it do to air out his dirty laundry for the whole world to know? Especially when this Doctor Wu looked nothing like the flyer Baekhyun had silently slipped into his messenger bag. Kyungsoo had expected the doctor leading the group to be a sweet, patient but wrinkly old doctor with ten years of experience under his belt. Not a young man, in his early thirties and looking like a model coming alive from a Vogue fashion magazine.
"Good morning, everyone." Dr. Wu said brightly, as bright as he could with the deep voice he used and the face of a perpetually-constipated mannequin doll Kyungsoo had once found while peering through display windows. Though, the smile Dr. Wu gave them seemed warm at first glance. For other people they would have called the gum smile really endearing, but in Kyungsoo's mind, the smile felt plastic and forced.
"Good morning, Kris." Everyone in the group answered automatically, almost mechanically. Kyungsoo did not look at any of his group mates to wonder if they returned Dr. Wu's gummy smile. He did wonder if the twitch of his own face resembled a smile in return. It was only polite to return the smile. Right?
Dr. Wu was wearing an orange wool shirt and a pair of black slacks. The doctor had long ditched his white coat, hanging it over the back of his seat. Dr. Wu sat down, crossed his legs, with his writing notepad resting on his lap and plucked out a pencil from the back of his pocket. His movements were at ease, flowing naturally without a second too long. Still, it struck Kyungsoo as something suspicious. This was his second session and Dr. Wu still struck him as someone who could have been an idol in his teens.
"Wow, aren't you all excited to see me?" Dr. Wu asked, his tone light and teasing, softened with the grin he put on his face.
The murmurs that followed sounded garbled and incoherent even in Kyungsoo's ears. But they all agreed nonchalantly, disinterested, the same blankness Kyungsoo felt and tasted in this room.
"Let's do it again. With more energy, please." Dr. Wu clapped his hands to gather their attention. "Good morning, class!"
"Good morning, Dr. Wu."
"More power!"
"Good morning, Dr. Wu!"
"Shout it out from within. Feel the fire in your chest!"
The group stared at him, someone managed to utter "what" in a deadpan voice.
Dr. Wu merely smiled, completely not deterred from the lack of response even when his smile had turned just a little crooked to be sincere.
"All right. Today, I'd like you all to talk a bit about your family. Or your friends. Or anyone significant others. I'd like you to choose one person from your list of important people and tell us about your relationship with them. How did you meet? What were your impressions of this person? Can you relate easily with this person? If something very bad happens to you, would this person be the first you talk to?" Dr. Wu scribbled something in his notepad and then rested the pen against his ear, sitting back on his chair. "Who would like to begin? It's only five minutes per speaker so time will go faster without us noticing."
The silence that followed deafened the room. Kyungsoo imagined it sizzling in his ears before the hairs on his skin stood on end.
Nervous glances were exchanged, but nobody raised their hands to volunteer. Nobody dared to look at the doctor in the eye for fear he might call upon one of them to stand up and start an impromptu speech of sorts with five pairs of eyes staring back. It felt like high school again, where the teacher asks the class whose cheat sheet was being passed while holding the object in question high up in the air, and everyone guiltily avoiding the teacher's eyes as their faces turned red.
"Anyone? Nobody? Well then, why don't we start with-," Dr. Wu pointed to a random member in the group, the one sitting on the third on Kyungsoo's left, "You? Oh Sehun, is it? Tell me about your family? Your friends? Or anyone important to you?"
"My family consists of four people. Mom, dad, my brother and me. My brother and I aren't close. I don't remember his favorite food. I don't really have friends. They are all losers," Sehun began, his blank face turning distasteful as he continued, "I don't bother talking to them about the latest video games or the cheat codes. They're so annoying."
Dr. Wu made non-committal sounds behind his throat, nodding along with the story. While he encouraged Sehun to talk more, he was already scribbling blindly across one page after another, using annotating tags and keywords ('hormonal teenager', 'mood swings' being something Kyungsoo could see). Sehun rattled off some more complaints about this classmate who was so showy with jewelry and the voice that did not match the face before his speaking time went overtime. Dr. Wu had to soothe his agitation with a promise that Sehun was more than welcome to talk to him outside the session about this annoying classmate.
When it's finally Kyungsoo's turn, his back went stiff as a board and his hands wrung nervously back and forth across his lap. "My family is still alive. My mom makes the best Korean beef. My dad is a professor. I've a brother who's six years older than me. He works at the government. I have a few friends. One of them is responsible for making me join this group. I hate him."
A minute of silence settled in the room.
"Go on?" Dr. Wu leaned forward expectantly, maybe to change his earlier seating position because his back was hurting and his legs were shaking restlessly.
"There's nothing more to talk about." Kyungsoo answered readily with frown.
"Are you sure? Will he be the one you go to when something bad happens?"
Kyungsoo crinkled his eyebrows, thinking very hard and trying to recall if he had ever talked about his problems to anyone before. "No. But he is the first who would notice something is up."
"Sounds like he's looking out for you." Dr. Wu smiled, his pink gums showing.
"No. He is just a jerk who likes picking on me." Kyungsoo resisted the urge to punch the doctor between his nose and throw a tantrum.
Dr. Wu merely smiled and made a quick note in his notepad. From Kyungsoo's vantage point, he only managed to see a chicken scratch scrawl in a ballooned circle, 'hot and cold'. Whatever that entailed.
x
At the end of the session, Dr. Wu evaluated his findings in the group, offering his analyses on the many relationships he had heard so far and then relayed some general advices to solve problematic bonds, along with homework exercises. After that he gave everyone antidepressants and warned about taking medicine and the side effects.
"Do Kyungsoo. Here are your meds." Dr. Wu passed him a pouch, his eyebrows knitted together in a frown.
"Thank you." The pouch was fuzzy in his hand. Kyungsoo could feel the content of the pouch. One strip.
Dr. Wu was staring at him, his eyes looking him over for some sort of sign.
"Have you been sleeping well? How many hours do you sleep?"
Perplexed, Kyungsoo tilted his head a little, a habit he couldn't disengage himself as he mentally counted the hours. "Four to five hours per day. I can't sleep in even if I try. Why?"
"Do you use sleeping pills?"
"No."
"Nightmares or just bad dreams?"
"I don't remember them at all."
"When's the last time you had sex?"
Kyungsoo went still for a second.
"Excuse me?" He glared at the doctor, his tone coming harsher than usual. "That's none of your business."
Dr. Wu quickly raised his hands in surrender. "Woah, woah, woah. You've got it all wrong. These are standard questions I ask my group. I'm not going to judge you for whatever you're doing with your sex life."
"So I take it you've also asked Oh Sehun about his sex life before, haven't you? Even when he's still a child." Kyungsoo asked.
"Yes, I have." Dr. Wu nodded, "But I won't tell you what's his answer."
"I don't want to know anyway." Kyungsoo bit back.
Dr. Wu assessed him with a short silent stare. "Are you going to answer the question or not?"
"No."
"All right, that's fine. How does your food intake look like at night? Are you prone to smuggling night snacks into your room? What kind of liquid do you take in?"
"Why are you asking me these questions?"
"I work as a counseling therapist slash doctor. I'm trying to gather information about you to decide my next step on how to help you with your depression. Take for example, my interest in your sleeping habits. Studies show that when you have a sleep routine, you're more likely to have slept well and be in a better mood the next time you wake up. I'd like to know what you do before your sleep. Do you watch movies? So yes, what kind of movies? Or do you read? What kind of books? And so on. These details can determine at least in theory on how your mood was before you went to sleep and how well or how bad you've slept for the day or night. And another thing, where did you put your bed? Where does your head face whenever you hit the pillow? And are you a restless sleeper? Is it from the stress? All these things and some more details can add up how I should handle your situation. You're not just a person who's depressed. To me, you're an unique person who's probably needs more than just pep talk or loving words. Do you understand where I'm going with this?"
Kyungsoo gave a slow blink and nodded hesitantly, his mind was reeling with the onslaught of revelations. "Yes. But about the-"
Dr. Wu grinned. "Besides, sex is a good exercise and helps improve your lack of sleep. It also helps you release whatever tension you're feeling at that moment. Be it stress from work or a healthy surge of hunger for warmth from your significant other."
"You didn't have to be blunt. You could've just asked me through an anonymous survey letter or during the sign ups." Kyungsoo muttered.
"Though I agree it's not an open subject in public, I'm a firm believer that some things should be openly discussed in order to be able to improve your relationships with people around you. Having a listening ear to talk to is sometimes also a good medicine in life," Dr. Wu said with a serious face and then his face cleared up from the serious frowning, "If you're uncomfortable about discussing this in public, you can always come over to my office downtown. I've a bed sofa there where I usually let patients rest and ramble to me about everything or anything they want to share. I'll be happy to make an appointment for you and have you over as I go one-on-one with you. Here's my number, my address, my personal contact information."
Dr. Wu produced a name card from his pocket and presented it with both hands towards Kyungsoo, who accepted it with both hands and studied the card.
Kris Wu Yifan, Ph.D
Therapist
Along with three numbers listed and the clinic he worked at.
"Err… thank you."
"I look forward to having you over." Dr. Wu said brightly.
Clutching the medicine in his clammy hands, Kyungsoo quickly exited the room. Not even turning back to look at Dr. Wu.
x
"How did your session go?" Baekhyun asked Kyungsoo as soon as he entered the shared apartment.
"I hate you." Kyungsoo said without heat, unraveling his thick scarf from around his neck and hanging them at the door. He thumped his shoes to shake off the dirt and then slipped out of them to wear the indoor slippers.
"I'm hurt. Is this all you can say after all I've done for you?" Baekhyun sniffed, giving him a mock teary face.
"It was fine. We talked about family and friends. And you're on my shit list." Kyungsoo said bluntly, and shuffled past Baekhyun to enter the kitchen.
"How rude." Baekhyun huffed, but Kyungsoo could hear the smile in his voice. "Okay, dinner is on me tonight. What do you want for dinner?"
"I can cook." Kyungsoo pointed out.
"You don't look like you're anywhere near your chef mood tonight." Baekhyun offered him a shrug and then a wicked smile. "No spatula weapon to wield."
"I can stretch my arm over there and grab one if you really missed me smacking your arm."
"How abusive." Baekhyun snorted. "But seriously, what do you want for dinner? I'm starving and you're in no mood to start the stove."
Kyungsoo sighed. Baekhyun was right. As always, his friend knew everything. "What about Jongin? Is he back yet?"
"His class will end soon. I can still grab his chicken along the way. Do you want the usual?"
"Yeah. Sure."
"Be right back after an hour!" Baekhyun turned his back to Kyungsoo and flailed one arm in the air as a wave.
x
Long after Baekhyun had thrown the take out containers into the garbage bag and Jongin was half-snoozing on the sofa, watching anime DVD, Kyungsoo was staring at the medicine pouch set in the center of the dinner table with apprehension.
He did not move to open it or slip out the medicine.
His fingers twitched, though. Ready to unravel the knot of the pouch.
He hesitated for another minute.
Kyungsoo wasn't like this five years ago. He didn't need medicine to suppress the wry feeling of being cut off from everything in the world.
There was a time, albeit he remembered vaguely, when he could smile and laugh freely. When he didn't succumb into a dark state and feel like the room was growing larger in his presence and the walls closing in. There was a time when he didn't feel like his friends were ostracizing him from hanging out, from drinking cheap beer on Saturdays until regular invites became fewer and eventually turned dry (well, only Baekhyun and Jongin bothered to pester him with invites now and then). There was a time he didn't have that ball of doubt in the pit of his stomach, that little demon whispering in his ear through silence and cold air, intensifying the loneliness he never thought he had.
Until at some pivotal point, Kyungsoo can't seem to bring himself to care, closed off with his defenses stacked sky high.
Baekhyun suspected Kyungsoo had had his heart broken, already naming a few people on the top of his head Kyungsoo might have been interested in ("It was Joonmyun wasn't it? That senior you always made googly eyes at!").
Jongin suspected Kyungsoo was too wrapped up with his boring bank employee life, forgetting about his dreams to become a famous musician.
They were all wrong. There was no one-sided crush. There was no big dream to become a famous musician.
Or was it?
Kyungsoo's fingers twitched again.
He finally resolved and snatched the pouch.
x
It took Kyungsoo two weeks before he decided to go for it. Kyungsoo can't remember what's the reason for dialing Dr. Wu's clinic number. His urge to talk to somebody. Or his own curiosity to find a cure. He didn't want to stay in this state.
A petite, cute lady at the front desk had rung him in to announce his arrival to Dr. Wu and showed him the way down the long corridors to sit outside the office at the waiting room. Kyungsoo didn't have to wait long. After a few minutes, the door to Dr. Wu's office opened and a smart-dressed lady stepped out, her eyes going to her watch as fumbled with her bag. Kyungsoo watched her run through the halls, her high heels clicking loudly across the floor as she skidded to take a turn and stop in front of an elevator.
"Next!" someone's voice called out.
Kyungsoo knocked on the door and murmured a quick 'good morning' as he entered Dr. Wu's office. On one side, a large bookcase was aligned against the wall. The opposite direction faced a wall decorated with diplomas, pictures and other certificates. The office desk was settled further against the windows, pressed almost close to the window shades. The air was cold and stale from the air conditioning. But other than that, Kyungsoo liked the flower pots in the corner of the room.
"Oh, hello, Kyungsoo." Dr. Wu said in surprise. He unfolded himself from the chair and quickly ushered Kyungsoo to take a seat on the impressive black sofa bed with the thick lush cushions in the center of the room.
Kyungsoo's weight sunk deep into the cushions.
He suddenly felt really small.
"I see you didn't get lost on the way here."
"The front desk was very helpful."
"Ah yes, sweet Krystal. As efficient as ever. So." Dr. Wu flipped his notepad to a new leaflet and took a seat next to Kyungsoo's sofa bed. "Shall we start with our first session?"
"Yes, of course." Kyungsoo tried to sit up further, but his weight still dragged him down into the sofa as he sunk into the fluff even more.
Dr. Wu watched him in amusement, smiling, "Okay, tell me about your childhood. What kind of child were you?"
Kyungsoo thought this would be the first and last session he will ever attend at Dr. Wu's own personal practice, because he did not have the time or the money to keep doing this.
One appointment became two, and then three and suddenly he's already completed six sessions and Dr. Wu probably has a whole book filled with information on one Do Kyungsoo.
Along the way, he started enjoying these sessions where he could ramble and rant about his work or his family.
Or maybe it's just the sofa's doing? The sofa was very comfortable. Very soft. Very nice smelling too. It gave off the feeling that Kyungsoo was allowed to lay on it, stretched out and think of nothing else in the world.
Or maybe it's because of Dr. Wu being dumb overall and Kyungsoo just wanted a laugh? Despite being passionate about his counsel work, Dr. Wu was practically useless in other departments. Okay, not useless, just infinitely clueless for some reason. There is no way that pencil drawing Dr. Wu had hung in the middle of his certificate frames, was actually a horse in the midst of the field. And how can Dr. Wu be so clueless at the advances his patients were making to him whenever they dropped into Kyungsoo's session unannounced and babbled about some forgotten issue or forgotten appointment.
Automatically, Kyungsoo's gaze would sweep through the office, looking for a picture of a missus Wu and then discreetly check Dr. Wu's ring finger for a golden band.
No wonder there were people throwing themselves at Dr. Wu.
x
These days he found himself sinking deep into the sofa while he rambled for a few minutes and somehow ends up falling asleep in it for the rest of session, drooling just a little on the plush pillow. Once he jerked awake, his face patterned on one side, he would guiltily apologize for the impromptu naps Kyungsoo had taken.
He tired easily. His eyes drooped faster than before. It's all because of work. Work had doubled overtime. A system breach had happened before any of the techies could detect and suddenly everyone was alerted about someone trying to hack into the bank computer and steal customer data or credit numbers.
"It's all right." Dr. Wu waved him off when he had to wake Kyungsoo up for the nth time of their session. "I know the sofa is very comfortable. Whenever I'm tired, I tend to sleep in it too, more often than on my own bed."
"But the whole point of this session to help me off this state… and not freeload a sleeping hour."
"It's fine." Dr. Wu said, "At least, you've rested enough. Those circles under your eyes don't look as prominent as before. You look well rested to me."
"Does that mean, I'm off the hook for next week?"
"Nah. I'm not that lenient to give you a free pass. I've another technique I want to try out on you. It will help loosen your stress."
"Really? What is it?"
This other technique turned out to be Kyungsoo lying face down on the sofa, shirt bunched up to his neck to expose his back, while Dr. Wu gave him a back massage. How unorthodox.
Kyungsoo might have thought Dr. Wu has large hands, but now that he could feel the hands on his back, they're massive even when pressing down the tight knots of his muscles. He made strange embarrassing guttural sounds as Dr. Wu worked out each knot and pressed down gentle along his lower back.
"I've noticed you've been sitting weirdly or standing off balance whenever you enter the my sessions. Is it your neck hurting? Or did your shoulder do something weird?" Dr. Wu asked.
"I was helping my roommate move the furniture around." Kyungsoo said muffled into the sofa. He cursed Baekhyun in his mind again and again.
"Next time, draw yourself a warm bath and relax in it to loosen your muscles. I promise you will feel good just the same." The doctor said.
x
Kyungsoo's eyes became heavy-lidded as they fluttered between wakefulness and drowsiness. He wasn't particularly tired that day, but somehow every time he lays down on Dr. Wu's couch all he wants to do is sleep.
Through the haze of a blurred vision, he tried to look for Dr. Wu. He was lying somehow on his back, breathing a bit too heavily. Dr. Wu peered down at him with a fond smile. "Sleep well?" He asked, chuckling, and helped Kyungsoo sit up.
Or Kyungsoo thought he did, he wasn't sure. He only realized that maybe not, because his back was pressed against someone's body. The crisp smell of fabric softener mixed with starch powder floated in the air.
"I'll make you feel even better." Dr. Wu whispered in his ear, and nipped on Kyungsoo's earlobe. A large arm was wrapped around his waist, right above the waist band of his boxers.
His boxers?
The drowsiness didn't go away despite the odd alarm in his mind going off. Dr. Wu's other hand had cupped Kyungsoo's non-existent breast, squeezing the muscle and tweaked Kyungsoo's nipple. He was naked before? Unimportant.
At this point, Kyungsoo didn't seem to care. A low rumbling hum rose up from the back of his throat. He wasn't sure why. But he felt himself relax into Dr. Wu's chest, his own hand trailing to touch Dr. Wu's thighs.
"Yes, please." Kyungsoo said, in a voice he cannot remember having.
Dr. Wu's hand skittered around the waist band and slid underneath to wrap his hand around Kyungsoo's balls and massaged them between his long fingers. Kyungsoo arched his back and grabbed hold of Dr. Wu's thighs on either side. His knees were clenched together, but Dr. Wu's other hand had already slid underneath one of them and lifted the trapped knee higher to gain more access to Kyungsoo's length.
His head was swimming.
His clothes disappeared.
He was naked now, spread out across the lush sofa with Doctor Wu looming over him, hooking Kyungsoo's legs over his shoulders.
Something thick and wet was teasing his end.
And.
x
When Kyungsoo opened his eyes, he immediately shot up from the sofa.
Cold.
Hot.
He flailed wildly to grasp his situation and looked around, realizing he had fallen asleep again on the sofa. There's this still that quirky calendar on the wall that Dr. Wu always have in his office. A thick blanket was wrapped around his middle.
What the heck just happened? He grasped his hair and tried to remember what's the last thing he did.
Flashes of flushed skin hot against him and a warm tongue thrusting into him. He checked his clothes and realized, he's actually fully clothed. Only a bit rumpled by the sleep.
"Ah, you're awake, Kyungsoo. My massage must be magical. You didn't even wake up after I was shaking your shoulder." Dr. Wu said in amusement and placed a tray with two cups of tea and a pair of cake.
"What happened?"
"You fell asleep after I worked on your back muscle."
"Only that?"
Dr. Wu raised his eyebrows at him. "You sound disappointed. Yes, only that. And then you fell asleep curling up like a cat. I know this, because I own a fuzz ball back at home and he sometimes reminds me of you. Especially whenever you sleep so soundly."
"Really?"
"So what kind of dream did you have? Do you want to talk about it?"
"Dream?"
"You've been making puppy noises and pleasant sighs while you slept. Must be some hot dream." Dr. Wu teased. "Don't worry. It's really great progress that you're dreaming about sex. As Jung said, all our problems can be rooted to having sexual dreams. Not the exact wording, but that's basically the gist. So~,"
Kyungsoo paled.
It's like he's been tossed into an ice bucket of water.
Dream.
Not real.
He didn't feel any pain. His jeans felt slightly wet and soiled and.
There was actually no penetration.
Only one thing came to mind: Run!
x
After that, he cancelled all his appointments that have anything to do with Dr. Wu.
Dr. Wu sounded disappointed over the phone when he tried to coax him back into another session.
"I don't think it's working out for me." Kyungsoo tried to evade the specifics. His face felt hot. His heart was racing. What if Dr. Wu knew about his dirty dreams?
"Why is that?" Dr. Wu wheedled. "What's the reason for saying so?"
"This is too much for me."
"But you've been making progress. I can see it. You've been a bit happier than before." Dr. Wu protested.
"No, Dr. Wu. I think it's best I stop coming over."
Dr. Wu sighed. "All right. You can still call me if you want to talk about anything."
"Yeah. I know."
"These last two weeks our collaboration has been an enjoyable experience for me. I hope you also feel the same way."
"Maybe."
"I'm wishing you all the best in the future. Do you want other references instead?"
"No it's fine. Thanks."
"Anytime. If you need a listening ear, my door is always open."
"Thanks. And I'm sorry."
"What for?"
"Just sorry."
x
Another sex dream.
A sex dream about Dr. Wu touching him. Where Dr. Wu would take him hard and fast. Sometimes slow and sweet until he was sobbing into the sheets, hot skin sliding against his own. Sometimes Kyungsoo was the one doing the riding, staring at the broad back of dr. Wu stretched out in front of him, sweat covered and tense with every exertion as Kyungsoo pushed into him.
This is not good. It's not a one time thing either, Kyungsoo almost sobbed to himself. Curling up his knees to his chest as he tries to ignore the beating of his heart, the heavy breathing coming out of his mouth and his uncomfortable tightness in his shorts. Another dream. It's another dream. He had soiled his underwear for days now and these dreams can't seem to stop.
Baekhyun was already giving him an eye over, wiggling his eyebrows, when they were dining together with Jongin for once.
"What are you looking at?" Kyungsoo glared at his flat mate.
"You're having naughty dreams about your doctor." Baekhyun stated.
Jongin gave into a violent coughing fit.
"I'm not." Kyungsoo said hotly, leaning over to Jongin to rub his back.
"Your face is all red too!" Baekhyun cackled.
"It's just the kimchi."
"Oh please."
"Hyung hasn't gone to see the therapist a month." Jongin said quietly, reaching for a cold bottle of water.
"You're kidding? You ran away from that hunk of a man? How could you?"
Kyungsoo sighed. "Baekhyun, please. I'm not in the mood for your jokes."
"All right, but why did you stop meeting him? You were doing so well. I was so sure you two hit it off. Somehow."
"It's too dangerous."
"Dangerous? What is? For whom?"
"This feeling. This feeling of attraction." Kyungsoo spit out.
"You know what... I think you've confused those emotions of thankfulness with something sinister." Baekhyun said.
"Sinister? What do you mean sinister? And I do not!"
"You think like you should be the one making a commitment for infinite forever. But you end up disappointing yourself by pulling back and cutting off ties even easily."
"I do not. And why are you telling me this?"
"Baekhyun hyung is right though. You just freeze up when happiness is lain on your path and just spring onto a different path to avoid it. As if you think you didn't deserve this happiness." Jongin interjected.
"The same freezing up happened when you wanted to confess to that Joongmyun." Baekhyun added.
"Who told you that?" Kyungsoo said sharply.
"Nobody. I'm your best pal. I know everything."
"It's nothing like that, you know? Joongmyun hyung was just... too perfect."
"But you still liked that guy anyway." Baekhyun said gently.
"Yes. He treated me well. He treated everyone well, actually." Kyungsoo furrowed his brow, "But he never saw me as anyone but a junior."
"He is seeing someone at that time, you know?" Jongin said but doubled over in pain when Baekhyun slapped his thigh.
"Well, Joonmyun hyung is old news now. You need someone else to comfort you." Baekhyun pressed a card into Kyungsoo's hand. "Please call this number when you feel like it. They provide excellent services for people who just need a hug from time to time."
"I don't need a hugger."
"Yes, you do. And Yixing is the perfect candidate to help you overcome human touching."
x
"I'd like to have a night for your services." Kyungsoo blurted out.
Yixing raised his eyebrows and smiled, the dent in his cheek looking faint in the artificial light of the shop. "You know I don't do night shift, Kyungsoo-yah."
"S-sorry. I didn't mean-." Kyungsoo's hopeful face fell. He suddenly felt ashamed for even suggesting it as the words ran through his mind and he realized the meaning behind them. He worked his lower lip between his teeth and swallowed back his nervousness. "I didn't mean it like -that-. I just--I just want to--to touch you. A hug maybe? You did say your hugs are amazing."
Yixing looked amused. "Did I? Hmmm."
"Forget it." Kyungsoo backpedaled in his thoughts. He tossed his cup in, ignoring the way the hot liquid scalding his tongue and bundled up his scarf around his neck. "I'm sorry for wasting your time. I don't know what came over me."
"Wait." Yixing had reached out to stop him from wrapping the end of his scarf further around his nose. "Don't go~. Please sit down. I was only teasing you."
Kyungsoo thinned his lips. Feeling a bit betrayed. Or maybe a bit angry? He couldn't identify the emotion boiling in his gut. He gave Yixing a terse nod and sat back down stiffly.
Yixing rest his elbows on the table, folding his hands together and smiled. "Okay, first things first. The ground rules."
Kyungsoo nodded again.
"Lu Han, my boss is a bit of a stickler about ground rules, but I'm sure you've already heard so much about our famed business model."
Kyungsoo tilted his head trying to recall if any of his friends had ever talked about the rules. A vague recollection of inappropriate touching being prohibited.
"Let me give you a quick crash course. The basics of our model is to provide a literal physical chocolate blanket to our customers, not unlike a real wool blanket in the middle of the winter season. We provide hugs. All types of g-rated hugs. No sexual favors. No sleazy touching. Just a comforting warmth of another human being. So I'm basically just your warm up pillow, so to speak." Yixing laughed.
"So..."
"So, if you mean you want to purchase my pillow services for tonight, then everything's all good. I'll have to warn you though. A nightly hug pillow is very expensive." Yixing winked.
Kyungsoo mentally calculated his money bank and the cash on hand. "How much?"
"I'll send you the check as soon as you place an order to Lu Han's phone. Here, let me dial him up for you."
x
That same night, Kyungsoo didn't know how to react around Yixing.
Baekhyun had sent him wicked wriggling eyebrows while Jongin talked to Yixing about his daily life with Lu Han and Zitao. When the clock struck twelve, Baekhyun loudly proclaimed it was time to sleep and pushed Jongin out of the living room at the pretense of making some last minute purchases at the nearest store.
Now only Yixing and Kyungsoo were in the room and suddenly Kyungsoo didn't know what to do with himself.
"H-how should we do this?"
The bed looked awfully inviting, but minding the fact that he wasn't alone in the room, made Kyungsoo swallow back his nervousness.
"We just sleep." Yixing said simply. A guileless smile appeared on his face as he shot Kyungsoo a significant look and then sort of glided towards the bed and sat on it. He patted the space beside him.
"Come on. We can start off slow."
"Maybe this isn't a good idea." Kyungsoo backpedaled.
Yixing hummed. "But you've already paid for your services. Now it's my turn to work."
"Are you sure? You said you didn't usually do this? You can take the bed. I'll just take the futon."
"Kyungsoo." Yixing said in a tone that left no discussion. "Come here."
A small "okay" left Kyungsoo's mouth as he shyly stepped forward and sat rigidly beside Yixing.
"Now relax and just let me handle this."
Kyungsoo nodded stiffly and sucked in his breath, tense. Yixing leaned in close, slowly at first and then wrapped his arms around Kyungsoo's neck. His nose was buried into Kyungsoo's nape and he breathed.
"All right?" He murmured.
Kyungsoo nodded.
Yixing then guided them both to lie down on the bed, sideways, with Yixing still pressed close to him. Yixing taught him all sorts of hugs in one night. Kyungsoo didn't understand the purpose for learning all of them one by one, but Yixing insisted it's for his general experience too since Kyungsoo hadn't given many opportunities to become close physically in some comforting way. They had late night conversations after that. Casual conversations that wandered to safe topics like work, friends, more work, interesting situations. It didn't feel too different from the session Kyungsoo had gone through when he was still seeing Dr. Wu.
x
Dreams of Dr. Wu no longer filled his mind.
Instead, all he could remember was white linens. White linens hanging outside to dry in the bright sun.
x
Kyungsoo paid for Yixing again the following night.
The linens in his dream continued to dry in the bright sun and the smell of spring entered the scene. The sharp tang of grass and newly blossomed flowers filled the air. Bees and butterflies darted around the flower buds.
The dream remained to be about spring and life in spring.
The next hug session, Yixing couldn't make it and so, Lu Han came in his stead.
Lu Han had a delicate face, but sharp but hard as steel eyes. They assessed Kyungsoo from head to toe, almost clinically. Before a cute smile blossomed onto that delicate face with the hard eyes.
"Let's get started, shall we?"
Lu Han opened his arms and waited for Kyungsoo to step forward into the embrace. There was nothing wrong with hugging Lu Han. He also smelt of comfort and warmth, but in a different level. It's just that--Lu Han was not Yixing.
Kyungsoo's dreams filled with white linens along with some colorful t-shirts forming some word or a pun. Lady bugs crawled all over him, though.
After Lu Han's session, Zitao was next. He was taller than Kyungsoo. One head taller. Dressed in leather and decked with various silver jewelries. While Lu Han and Yixing were both comfort and warmth, Zitao spelled danger and excitement. Calling out a slumbering kink Kyungsoo never knew it existed. There was also nothing wrong with Zitao's hugs. They felt really warm too, almost childish and cute that Kyungsoo felt like they had exchanged roles in who was hugging and who needed the hugging.
His dreams filled with lady bugs darting around huge panda's walking along the white linens.
x
When Yixing finally could make it to the next hug session, Kyungsoo felt relieved and eagerly allowed Yixing to nose his way against the back of Kyungsoo's ear down to the nape of his shoulder. Kyungsoo had shivered in anticipation and pressed himself closer to Yixing's body.
Relieved and content.
White linens hanging in the sunlight filled his dreams. Colorful flower buds burst open one by one, lining out a field. Full spring.
"How are you feeling?" Kyungsoo asked.
Yixing looked surprised as a small smile curled up the corners of his mouth. "I'm good. Drowsy but good. Why?"
"Was this always part of your dream job?"
Yixing played with the end of Kyungsoo's hair at the nape of his neck, humming a slow song, before caressing Kyungsoo's neck. "Nope. My dream was to make music forever."
"Was? What about now?"
"Now I want to help people. Help people like you."
"Why did you give your dream up?"
"Too high expectations. I was a perfectionist. I did everything at the best of my abilities. And then I had an accident that made me realize my skills was needed somewhere else."
The words were vague, but the tone was soft and wistful. Yixing was deliberately trying not to be obtrusive. Kyungsoo didn't expect he would open that easily about specific content of his background either.
"I had a dream before, you know. To become famous with music as well." Kyungsoo said quietly.
"It didn't work out?"
"No, I was too scared to choose that path. It was volatile and unknown. At least with my master degree I could have any job I wanted."
"Are you satisfied with your life then?"
"... I don't know. I thought I did."
"It's okay. You still have time to figure it all out." Yixing murmured and wrap his thin arms around Kyungsoo for another comforting hug.
x
Kyungsoo had lost count the many times he had asked for Yixing's nightly services. A brilliant idea sparked in the middle of his thought and eventually it built off into something big and assertive. Kyungsoo reluctantly stood up, grabbed hold of Yixing's thin wrist and pulled him along into his bedroom.
"Ready for bed?"
"Yes."
"Let me try this for once."
"What do you mean?"
"Lie down." Kyungsoo instructed.
"Okay."
Yixing sprawled himself on the bed, arms and legs stretched out to relax. He never broke eye contact with Kyungsoo as he waited and smiled at him.
Kyungsoo swallowed back his nervousness. He climbed on the bed, settled on top of Yixing, his knees on either side of Yixing's hips. He then leaned down, laying himself flat on top of Yixing and allowed his body to curl into the warmth that is Yixing.
"You know, you're going to squish me dead with this move." Yixing said, his breath wheezing as one arm rest on the small of Kyungsoo's back.
"Sorry." Kyungsoo's voice was muffled, his face buried into Yixing's sweater.
Fabric softener and sunshine, his mind said as he breathed in the scent that's only Yixing.
Then Kyungsoo pressed his hips down, rolling them as his crotch rubbed into Yixing's inner thigh. Yixing's breath hitched in surprise. Kyungsoo repeated the movement, tentatively dragging his crotch upward to meet Yixing's own.
With half-lidded eyes, Kyungsoo watched the myriad of emotions playing across Yixing's face. Creased eyebrows. Flushed cheeks. Yixing's mouth hanging open while his breath came short and fast. Long eyelashes fluttering with the shadows. Yixing looked very attractive, on his back and vulnerable under Kyungsoo's mercy.
Yixing tilted his chin up and pressed his chapped lips onto Kyungsoo's own. The kiss was sweet and tentative. Very like Yixing.
But this was new territory. Even though Yixing said he didn't do sexual favors, he had rolled Kyungsoo over onto his back and sucking his way down Kyungsoo's throat and unbuttoning Kyungsoo's shirt.
x
After that night, Kyungsoo braved himself for a relationship. A bond with Yixing. Who was sunny and bright. He wasn't going to run away this time.
"D-do you--go out with me." Kyungsoo stammered, his face burning in embarrassment as he clenched his eyes closed and waited for his ordeal.
It took a long moment for Yixing to finally respond.
"All right. Let's try it." Yixing had said and laced their fingers together.
A strange sort of ball ready to burst out from the back of his throat rolled around his stomach for good measure, tickling his insides. Was this what happiness felt like?
Omake -
The calm before the storm, as they called it, came in the form of Lu Han. He kept wedging himself between them as Yixing and Kyungsoo went out on dates. Lu Han made sure Kyungsoo was nowhere near Yixing's body. He made sure to make an annoyance of himself so that Yixing wouldn't be able to corner Kyungsoo alone. He made sure there was no handholding either, always slapping Kyungsoo's fingers from grasping Yixing's hand or directing Yixing's hand away from Kyungsoo's own.
Yixing sighed when Lu Han pulled him aside for the umpteenth time and looked apologetically at Kyungsoo.
"Lu Han. Stop it." Yixing finally said as his patience came short.
"What? I wasn't doing anything."
"Stop playing chaperone and go home. This is my date with Kyungsoo and you're ruining it for us."
"I am ruining your date?" Lu Han cried out in outrage. "I'm here to protect your virtue from this…this wiley Kyungsoo."
Kyungsoo felt his face color in guilt.
"Stop it. I thought I told you no snooping around. I can protect myself just fine. Lu Han, please go home."
"Yixing." Lu Han gave Kyungsoo a glare. "Fine. I want him back home before midnight. In one piece. No messed up shirts or unruly hair sticking oddly."
"Goodbye, Lu Han!" Yixing interrupted hotly.
"I mean it, Do Kyungsoo. If you so much lay a hand on his ass-" Lu Han jabbed a finger into Kyungsoo's shoulder.
"Lu Han, go away. Minseok is waiting for you in bed." Yixing tried to deflect Lu Han's jabbing finger.
"How would you know?"
"Want to see the picture he just sent me? It's really worth more than my salary."
"What picture? Why wasn't I aware of it?" Lu Han demanded.
Yixing swiped his screen a few times to look for the aforementioned picture and finally found it, turning it over for Lu Han to see.
Kyungsoo only had a glimpse of someone sleeping bundled up in bed, his mouth slightly hanging open.
"So cute~" Lu Han breathed.
"And then I also have this one..." Yixing swiped the screen and Lu Han went utterly still, his eyes were wide and sparkling.
From Kyungsoo's side, he could only make out of someone stretched out in bed, his shirt ridden a bit higher than before, exposing his navel and a great expanse of his stomach. Nothing too strange other than the creepy feeling of being played into someone's hands.
"Minseokkie, how could you do this to me?" Lu Han whimpered, his face flushed and his lips quivering. "All right." He straightened. "Have fun you two! I'm going home."
When Lu Han finally left them alone. Kyungsoo looked up questionably at Yixing. "Who was that in the picture?"
"Lu Han and him have a weird relationship. That is all." Yixing smirked.
"That sounds like blackmail material though." Kyungsoo pointed out.
"It might as well be." Yixing sniggered. "Now where were we?"
"I know."
Kyungsoo shoved Yixing against the nearest wall and caught Yixing's jaw line with his teeth.