Stuck on You
❇ Title: Stuck on You for midnightindomie
❇ Pairing: Kyungsoo/Minseok
❇ Rating: G
❇ Length: 2,670 words
❇ Warnings: None
❇ Author note: This was supposed to be longer but I’m a procrastinating piece of trash. I hope you’re okay with the pairing!
❇ Summary: Kyungsoo is stuck in a stupid high school gang but hey, so is Minseok.
If someone came up and asked him, right now, how he had gotten here, Kyungsoo would have to honestly say he had no idea. As it is, he is sitting in an abandoned science lab-skipping fourth period, mind you-waiting for the others to show up.
Kyungsoo envisioned his high school experience as a speedy, relatively painless affair that would be easily forgotten. Never the best at interacting with others, he’d known that he would be able to pass with flying colors and make his parents proud before bidding them adieu. Unfortunately-or fortunately, Kyungsoo’s still not quite sure-his indifference was mistaken for shyness and an overeager upperclassmen took him under his wing and made sure that he wouldn’t have any problems.
He figures he should probably preface the tale with stating that his school is huge. With room for over ten thousand students, renovations are constant and technology is rampant. Several branches have been deemed obsolete and abandoned. The student body is also very diverse, with activities ranging from community service clubs to bands. But there is also an underground component to the school. Since its beginning, there have been students who have taken charge and chosen areas of the school as their turf. There were even a few gang wars, years ago, and a few casualties. Since then, the system is far more secretive, but most students still know and avoid the current members of the group. It’s actually very efficient. The current head is a very meticulous man, and has high hopes for the school. The attendance rates have never been higher and violence is nonexistent, and if a few students have to be taken aside and dealt with, it’s not a problem.
There are a few shouts from the hallway and then a pair throws the door open, prompting a loud squeal of rusty metal. Kyungsoo sighs and faces the two newcomers, who acknowledge him with a wave before heading to a back corner to bicker some more. Not a moment later, the door is pushed open again and another student trudges in, heading over to the warped teacher’s desk and collapsing into the chair spewing stuffing, leaving his bag on the desk. He kicks his feet up and leans his head back until it is precariously perched on the upper cushion. He raises his hands to slowly knead the skin above his temples.
The boys in the back have stopped arguing. The taller of the two steps forward. “Rough day?”
“They were not in their classes,” the boy spits, opening his eyes slowly. They have a thick layer of purple bags beneath them, but it does nothing to take away from the anger dilating his pupils. “I told them.” He crosses his arms. “But it’s not a problem. We will just wait until they decide to show up.”
Joonmyun is usually a very kind person, more liable to let a person off than make them face consequences, but above all else he is a stern enforcer of his own carefully thought out rules. To challenge them usually signifies a death wish.
The door is opened for a third time and Kyungsoo watches as Joonmyun’s features morph into indifference as the two boys push tables out of their way and settle on the floor.
“I told you he’d be mad,” the slightly older one, Jongin, murmurs. Sehun shoots him a glare.
“Sorry, we just forgot about the time?” Sehun tries, knowing it’s useless.
“I’ll deal with you two later,” Joonmyun promises, and Sehun flinches. “But since we’re all here, we will start. Finally. Baekhyun, Chanyeol, shut up for a minute.” It’s a demand, not a suggestion, so the muttering stops immediately. He pulls himself out of the chair and marches over to the faulty light switch, killing the meager light. “This will be my last year. I want it to be memorable and I want Baekhyun to have a painless takeover. I want the entire school before I leave, and there’s only one way to do that. By the end of the school year, I want those thieving hoodlums out of here.”
Everyone shares a look while Joonmyun takes a moment to collect himself. Baekhyun slouches and opens his mouth before Chanyeol can stop him. “Right, and how exactly do you propose we do that?”
Joonmyun takes a deep breath, looking suddenly sheepish. “That… I still have to figure out. But I need you and Chanyeol to snoop around, find out more about them. Kyungsoo, I want you to flip through the archives.” He offers a smile because he knows Kyungsoo is the most reliable out of everyone in this room. Then he turns his hard gaze on the two in front of him. “Sehun and Jongin, stay back. I need to talk with you.”
Kyungsoo takes his leave with the older pair, and they step out into the hallway just as a shout echoes through the abandoned building. Chanyeol and Baekhyun roar with laughter while Kyungsoo tries to recall everything he can about the others.
There are two groups on campus. The first has been around for years, passed from member to member like a line of royalty. The current head is Kim Joonmyun, an above average student who had received the title his sophomore year. It had been the only organization of its kind for a while, until Joonmyun's freshman year, when a band of Chinese students had formed their own coalition and quickly and efficiently claimed the gymnasium and all sport facilities. Since then, their reach has only grown, and Kyungsoo is pretty sure that both groups have the same amount of turf, much to Joonmyun's chagrin. He's wanted the Chinese boys gone for a while now, and would have already dispatched Chanyeol and Jongin to take care of its members, only no one's really sure who they are. Unlike Sehun and Jongin, who flaunt their status, all members of the opposing group have successfully remained on the down low, and out of public eye, much like Joonmyun and Kyungsoo, the first who had successfully risen to become student body president without any underhandedness-Joonmyun is very proud of this accomplishment-and the latter, who sits in the back of all his classes and eats lunch in empty classrooms to avoid other students (especially Baekhyun and Chanyeol), and has noticed surprise on his classmates' faces when they notice him halfway through the year and wonder if he's a new student.
The archives are a series of documents that the heads of the underground group have been keeping since its creation. They are everything from maps of campus territory to the profile of every single student on record, stolen from administration. They are kept in the back of the library, behind a keypad-locked door and in a room the size of a closet, with just enough room for five filing cabinets, a desk, and three chairs.
Kyungsoo rifles through the files, searching for the blue tag that denotes exchange students. He figures that it's a start. Kyungsoo likes this kind of work; it's mindless and simple. He sifts through four years' worth of students and ends up with a rather large pile of international students, hoping that Joonmyun's adversaries will be among them.
He locks up as he leaves, knowing that everyone's gone home long ago. His pile of profiles is larger than he thought, bulging folders reaching well over his head when he holds them in his arms. He struggles to see past it, barely sneaking past the door without walking into the frame. He sucks in a deep breath as he nears the staircase, carefully stepping down one at a time. He knows the width of these steps, so there shouldn't be a problem. He takes another step and finds only air beneath his foot. He realizes his mistake only when he goes careening forward. The grand staircase has smaller steps than any other in the building. He had forgotten.
The folders fall from his arms and make a ruckus as they slap against the concrete stairs, and Kyungsoo braces himself with his arms his face so that when he falls, there’ll only be bruises.
But he doesn’t fall.
There’s something pulling his uniform back and then he’s upright, hands pushing down at his shoulders so that he’s sitting on one of the top stairs. Slowly, he peels his arms away and looks behind him. It’s a boy. His age, probably, judging by the looks of him. He smiles down at Kyungsoo, lips pulling back to reveal pearly whites and gums. Kyungsoo can’t help but offer a small smile back.
“You’ve got to be careful,” the boy chastises lightly, pulling Kyungsoo to his feet, “Staircases can be very dangerous.”
Kyungsoo mumbles his thanks and pats himself down, trying to ignore the slight shaking of his hands from fright. He’d almost fallen down a flight of stairs. Then he frowns, remembering his folders. He stares down at the array of papers littering the staircase and the boy behind him follows his gaze.
Kyungsoo slowly pushes the papers back inside each envelope and begins stacking them, pausing when someone joins him.
“Student files?” The boy murmurs, starting another stack.
“A teacher asked me to grab them,” Kyungsoo lies swiftly, walking away to grab a wayward folder. The boy hums at his answer, seemingly pleased.
The only noise for a few moments is the rustling of papers, but then the boy looks down at his watch and wrinkles his nose, grumbling under his breath. “I’m very sorry, but I have somewhere to be,” he explains quickly, pressing six folders into Kyungsoo’s arms.
It’s only after the boy is gone that Kyungsoo realizes he hadn’t been wearing the uniform.
-
He slams the same folders down on Joonmyun’s desk the next day. “Here.”
The student body president drops everything he’s doing to paw through the files. “Are you sure these are correct? Two of these aren’t even Chinese. And, look, these two don’t even attend anymore.”
Kyungsoo shrugs. “I guess they wanted to stick around a bit longer.”
Joonmyun scoffs but moves the folders to the side, immediately dialing Baekhyun’s cell to change his early command. Kyungsoo takes his leave amidst the shouting and walks out into the hallway, thinking about the people in the folders and how one had resembled the mystery boy from last night.
-
A week later and they have no leads. Joonmyun is furious, pacing up and down in front of his desk in the student government office. He keeps his eyes and ears on the four that attend the school, in the form of Baekhyun and Chanyeol while he has Sehun and Jongin look for the other two, when he can get a hold of them.
Whenever he’s around Kyungsoo, though, he’s glaring at the younger, demanding to know is he’s absolutely sure that these are their rivals, because they don’t seem suspicious at all. Kyungsoo grows tired of it quickly, and takes to hiding away in the library, where Joonmyun wouldn’t look and the others wouldn’t dare to enter.
He loses himself in work, stays at school for longer each day. But his parents don’t mind and he has all his work done by the time he gets home so he really can’t complain.
It’s at the end of another unsuccessful day when Kyungsoo steps out and it’s pitch-black outside. Days are getting longer, nights are getting colder, and Kyungsoo goes home later, so it was really only a matter of time until something like this happened. He sighs and begins the trek home, drifting from streetlamp to streetlamp in order to stay in whatever light he can.
It’s just after he’s crossed a one-way street that something grabs him from behind and slaps a hand over his mouth.
Kyungsoo screams.
“Calm down,” a playful voice almost suggests, and then the hand is gone and Kyungsoo is being spun around to face the speaker. “Remember me?”
How could he forget? Mystery boy from the staircase. Kim Minseok. “Yes,” he answers simply.
The boy beams, practically vibrating in place. “That’s fantastic. I was worried you wouldn’t, you know.”
Kyungsoo frowns. This boy is weird. “Why did you help me?”
Kim Minseok hums thoughtfully. “Probably because you’re cute.” Kyungsoo’s jaw drops. “Are you busy tomorrow night?”
Wordlessly, Kyungsoo shakes his head no.
“Then have dinner with me.” He loops their arms together and starts walking further down the street. “Here, I’ll walk you home. It’s dangerous for someone as cute as you to be out so late, all alone.”
Kyungsoo looks at the boy’s youthful features illuminated by lamplight and thinks that he could say the same thing.
-
Due to a lapse in judgment on Kyungsoo’s part, Kim Minseok now has his phone number and the boy texts him constantly, complaining about his English course and about Luhan, who he says is annoying and petty-but apparently makes Advanced Calculus bearable.
Dinner is rescheduled for a week after their impromptu meeting, and Kyungsoo finds himself getting irrationally excited as the date nears. It’s rather funny, seeing as how his mood lightens, Joonmyun’s grows worse.
Kim Minseok meets him outside his university’s central park, and loops their arms together like second nature as he greets the younger boy and leads him away from campus, down towards the main streets in town.
They loiter at the shops, Kyungsoo looking at this and that with interest before noticing the price tag. Kim Minseok jumps forward each time and offers to buy it, and each time Kyungsoo furrows his eyebrows and gives him a firm no.
It’s getting dark by the time they finally head into a restaurant, sitting down in a booth while Kim Minseok tells Kyungsoo his favorite entrees until Kyungsoo tells the man he might as well order for him, seeing as he’s never heard of any of those meals.
After the waiter leaves them, Kyungsoo has a moment of clarity. “Kim Minseok,” he begins, trying to sound detached and formal, “is this a date?”
The boy looks taken aback. “Of course it is.”
Kyungsoo gapes. Then he opens his mouth, but his yet to be thought of response is rudely interrupted by the appearance of a familiar-looking boy in the same uniform as Kyungsoo.
“Minseok,” the boy chastises, out of breath, “why are you here, Kris told you to-” He stops when he sees Kyungsoo. “Oh. Um. Am I interrupting something?”
“No,” Kyungsoo denies as Kim Minseok states, louder, “Yes you are.”
The boy-Kim Jongdae, from the pile of folders-frowns in thought. “Well. Luhan thought you were joking when he told everyone. Guess not.” He spies the buttered bread in the middle of the table and clears his throat. “I’ll keep quiet for five pieces of bread.”
“Deal.”
Kyungsoo watches as the boy snatches the food and stuffs two pieces into his mouth. “Thanks, man. You’re the best,” he says, mouth packed with food before he leaves.
Kim Minseok smiles across the table. “You know how it is.”
And Kyungsoo does.
-
Kyungsoo sees Minseok-no longer Kim Minseok, no longer formal and detached meetings-almost every day. They eat together and duck under the table whenever they see any of their friends.
Kyungsoo gets angry texts from Joonmyun when he can’t find him at school anywhere, and Kyungsoo things that Minseok gets the same from Kris, judging by the rolls of his eyes each time he checks his phone.
Both boys are determined to own the school and Minseok and Kyungsoo wonder if the feud will ever end.
“Maybe if we pretend to die,” Minseok jokes, “you take the poison and I’ll get a dagger from Party City. There never was a tale of such woe as that of-” he breaks off with a cry of pain when Kyungsoo gives him a particularly vicious kick beneath the table.
Kyungsoo doesn’t think that Joonmyun will give up any time soon. But that’s okay. Because he has Kim Minseok.
❇ Pairing: Kyungsoo/Minseok
❇ Rating: G
❇ Length: 2,670 words
❇ Warnings: None
❇ Author note: This was supposed to be longer but I’m a procrastinating piece of trash. I hope you’re okay with the pairing!
❇ Summary: Kyungsoo is stuck in a stupid high school gang but hey, so is Minseok.
If someone came up and asked him, right now, how he had gotten here, Kyungsoo would have to honestly say he had no idea. As it is, he is sitting in an abandoned science lab-skipping fourth period, mind you-waiting for the others to show up.
Kyungsoo envisioned his high school experience as a speedy, relatively painless affair that would be easily forgotten. Never the best at interacting with others, he’d known that he would be able to pass with flying colors and make his parents proud before bidding them adieu. Unfortunately-or fortunately, Kyungsoo’s still not quite sure-his indifference was mistaken for shyness and an overeager upperclassmen took him under his wing and made sure that he wouldn’t have any problems.
He figures he should probably preface the tale with stating that his school is huge. With room for over ten thousand students, renovations are constant and technology is rampant. Several branches have been deemed obsolete and abandoned. The student body is also very diverse, with activities ranging from community service clubs to bands. But there is also an underground component to the school. Since its beginning, there have been students who have taken charge and chosen areas of the school as their turf. There were even a few gang wars, years ago, and a few casualties. Since then, the system is far more secretive, but most students still know and avoid the current members of the group. It’s actually very efficient. The current head is a very meticulous man, and has high hopes for the school. The attendance rates have never been higher and violence is nonexistent, and if a few students have to be taken aside and dealt with, it’s not a problem.
There are a few shouts from the hallway and then a pair throws the door open, prompting a loud squeal of rusty metal. Kyungsoo sighs and faces the two newcomers, who acknowledge him with a wave before heading to a back corner to bicker some more. Not a moment later, the door is pushed open again and another student trudges in, heading over to the warped teacher’s desk and collapsing into the chair spewing stuffing, leaving his bag on the desk. He kicks his feet up and leans his head back until it is precariously perched on the upper cushion. He raises his hands to slowly knead the skin above his temples.
The boys in the back have stopped arguing. The taller of the two steps forward. “Rough day?”
“They were not in their classes,” the boy spits, opening his eyes slowly. They have a thick layer of purple bags beneath them, but it does nothing to take away from the anger dilating his pupils. “I told them.” He crosses his arms. “But it’s not a problem. We will just wait until they decide to show up.”
Joonmyun is usually a very kind person, more liable to let a person off than make them face consequences, but above all else he is a stern enforcer of his own carefully thought out rules. To challenge them usually signifies a death wish.
The door is opened for a third time and Kyungsoo watches as Joonmyun’s features morph into indifference as the two boys push tables out of their way and settle on the floor.
“I told you he’d be mad,” the slightly older one, Jongin, murmurs. Sehun shoots him a glare.
“Sorry, we just forgot about the time?” Sehun tries, knowing it’s useless.
“I’ll deal with you two later,” Joonmyun promises, and Sehun flinches. “But since we’re all here, we will start. Finally. Baekhyun, Chanyeol, shut up for a minute.” It’s a demand, not a suggestion, so the muttering stops immediately. He pulls himself out of the chair and marches over to the faulty light switch, killing the meager light. “This will be my last year. I want it to be memorable and I want Baekhyun to have a painless takeover. I want the entire school before I leave, and there’s only one way to do that. By the end of the school year, I want those thieving hoodlums out of here.”
Everyone shares a look while Joonmyun takes a moment to collect himself. Baekhyun slouches and opens his mouth before Chanyeol can stop him. “Right, and how exactly do you propose we do that?”
Joonmyun takes a deep breath, looking suddenly sheepish. “That… I still have to figure out. But I need you and Chanyeol to snoop around, find out more about them. Kyungsoo, I want you to flip through the archives.” He offers a smile because he knows Kyungsoo is the most reliable out of everyone in this room. Then he turns his hard gaze on the two in front of him. “Sehun and Jongin, stay back. I need to talk with you.”
Kyungsoo takes his leave with the older pair, and they step out into the hallway just as a shout echoes through the abandoned building. Chanyeol and Baekhyun roar with laughter while Kyungsoo tries to recall everything he can about the others.
There are two groups on campus. The first has been around for years, passed from member to member like a line of royalty. The current head is Kim Joonmyun, an above average student who had received the title his sophomore year. It had been the only organization of its kind for a while, until Joonmyun's freshman year, when a band of Chinese students had formed their own coalition and quickly and efficiently claimed the gymnasium and all sport facilities. Since then, their reach has only grown, and Kyungsoo is pretty sure that both groups have the same amount of turf, much to Joonmyun's chagrin. He's wanted the Chinese boys gone for a while now, and would have already dispatched Chanyeol and Jongin to take care of its members, only no one's really sure who they are. Unlike Sehun and Jongin, who flaunt their status, all members of the opposing group have successfully remained on the down low, and out of public eye, much like Joonmyun and Kyungsoo, the first who had successfully risen to become student body president without any underhandedness-Joonmyun is very proud of this accomplishment-and the latter, who sits in the back of all his classes and eats lunch in empty classrooms to avoid other students (especially Baekhyun and Chanyeol), and has noticed surprise on his classmates' faces when they notice him halfway through the year and wonder if he's a new student.
The archives are a series of documents that the heads of the underground group have been keeping since its creation. They are everything from maps of campus territory to the profile of every single student on record, stolen from administration. They are kept in the back of the library, behind a keypad-locked door and in a room the size of a closet, with just enough room for five filing cabinets, a desk, and three chairs.
Kyungsoo rifles through the files, searching for the blue tag that denotes exchange students. He figures that it's a start. Kyungsoo likes this kind of work; it's mindless and simple. He sifts through four years' worth of students and ends up with a rather large pile of international students, hoping that Joonmyun's adversaries will be among them.
He locks up as he leaves, knowing that everyone's gone home long ago. His pile of profiles is larger than he thought, bulging folders reaching well over his head when he holds them in his arms. He struggles to see past it, barely sneaking past the door without walking into the frame. He sucks in a deep breath as he nears the staircase, carefully stepping down one at a time. He knows the width of these steps, so there shouldn't be a problem. He takes another step and finds only air beneath his foot. He realizes his mistake only when he goes careening forward. The grand staircase has smaller steps than any other in the building. He had forgotten.
The folders fall from his arms and make a ruckus as they slap against the concrete stairs, and Kyungsoo braces himself with his arms his face so that when he falls, there’ll only be bruises.
But he doesn’t fall.
There’s something pulling his uniform back and then he’s upright, hands pushing down at his shoulders so that he’s sitting on one of the top stairs. Slowly, he peels his arms away and looks behind him. It’s a boy. His age, probably, judging by the looks of him. He smiles down at Kyungsoo, lips pulling back to reveal pearly whites and gums. Kyungsoo can’t help but offer a small smile back.
“You’ve got to be careful,” the boy chastises lightly, pulling Kyungsoo to his feet, “Staircases can be very dangerous.”
Kyungsoo mumbles his thanks and pats himself down, trying to ignore the slight shaking of his hands from fright. He’d almost fallen down a flight of stairs. Then he frowns, remembering his folders. He stares down at the array of papers littering the staircase and the boy behind him follows his gaze.
Kyungsoo slowly pushes the papers back inside each envelope and begins stacking them, pausing when someone joins him.
“Student files?” The boy murmurs, starting another stack.
“A teacher asked me to grab them,” Kyungsoo lies swiftly, walking away to grab a wayward folder. The boy hums at his answer, seemingly pleased.
The only noise for a few moments is the rustling of papers, but then the boy looks down at his watch and wrinkles his nose, grumbling under his breath. “I’m very sorry, but I have somewhere to be,” he explains quickly, pressing six folders into Kyungsoo’s arms.
It’s only after the boy is gone that Kyungsoo realizes he hadn’t been wearing the uniform.
-
He slams the same folders down on Joonmyun’s desk the next day. “Here.”
The student body president drops everything he’s doing to paw through the files. “Are you sure these are correct? Two of these aren’t even Chinese. And, look, these two don’t even attend anymore.”
Kyungsoo shrugs. “I guess they wanted to stick around a bit longer.”
Joonmyun scoffs but moves the folders to the side, immediately dialing Baekhyun’s cell to change his early command. Kyungsoo takes his leave amidst the shouting and walks out into the hallway, thinking about the people in the folders and how one had resembled the mystery boy from last night.
-
A week later and they have no leads. Joonmyun is furious, pacing up and down in front of his desk in the student government office. He keeps his eyes and ears on the four that attend the school, in the form of Baekhyun and Chanyeol while he has Sehun and Jongin look for the other two, when he can get a hold of them.
Whenever he’s around Kyungsoo, though, he’s glaring at the younger, demanding to know is he’s absolutely sure that these are their rivals, because they don’t seem suspicious at all. Kyungsoo grows tired of it quickly, and takes to hiding away in the library, where Joonmyun wouldn’t look and the others wouldn’t dare to enter.
He loses himself in work, stays at school for longer each day. But his parents don’t mind and he has all his work done by the time he gets home so he really can’t complain.
It’s at the end of another unsuccessful day when Kyungsoo steps out and it’s pitch-black outside. Days are getting longer, nights are getting colder, and Kyungsoo goes home later, so it was really only a matter of time until something like this happened. He sighs and begins the trek home, drifting from streetlamp to streetlamp in order to stay in whatever light he can.
It’s just after he’s crossed a one-way street that something grabs him from behind and slaps a hand over his mouth.
Kyungsoo screams.
“Calm down,” a playful voice almost suggests, and then the hand is gone and Kyungsoo is being spun around to face the speaker. “Remember me?”
How could he forget? Mystery boy from the staircase. Kim Minseok. “Yes,” he answers simply.
The boy beams, practically vibrating in place. “That’s fantastic. I was worried you wouldn’t, you know.”
Kyungsoo frowns. This boy is weird. “Why did you help me?”
Kim Minseok hums thoughtfully. “Probably because you’re cute.” Kyungsoo’s jaw drops. “Are you busy tomorrow night?”
Wordlessly, Kyungsoo shakes his head no.
“Then have dinner with me.” He loops their arms together and starts walking further down the street. “Here, I’ll walk you home. It’s dangerous for someone as cute as you to be out so late, all alone.”
Kyungsoo looks at the boy’s youthful features illuminated by lamplight and thinks that he could say the same thing.
-
Due to a lapse in judgment on Kyungsoo’s part, Kim Minseok now has his phone number and the boy texts him constantly, complaining about his English course and about Luhan, who he says is annoying and petty-but apparently makes Advanced Calculus bearable.
Dinner is rescheduled for a week after their impromptu meeting, and Kyungsoo finds himself getting irrationally excited as the date nears. It’s rather funny, seeing as how his mood lightens, Joonmyun’s grows worse.
Kim Minseok meets him outside his university’s central park, and loops their arms together like second nature as he greets the younger boy and leads him away from campus, down towards the main streets in town.
They loiter at the shops, Kyungsoo looking at this and that with interest before noticing the price tag. Kim Minseok jumps forward each time and offers to buy it, and each time Kyungsoo furrows his eyebrows and gives him a firm no.
It’s getting dark by the time they finally head into a restaurant, sitting down in a booth while Kim Minseok tells Kyungsoo his favorite entrees until Kyungsoo tells the man he might as well order for him, seeing as he’s never heard of any of those meals.
After the waiter leaves them, Kyungsoo has a moment of clarity. “Kim Minseok,” he begins, trying to sound detached and formal, “is this a date?”
The boy looks taken aback. “Of course it is.”
Kyungsoo gapes. Then he opens his mouth, but his yet to be thought of response is rudely interrupted by the appearance of a familiar-looking boy in the same uniform as Kyungsoo.
“Minseok,” the boy chastises, out of breath, “why are you here, Kris told you to-” He stops when he sees Kyungsoo. “Oh. Um. Am I interrupting something?”
“No,” Kyungsoo denies as Kim Minseok states, louder, “Yes you are.”
The boy-Kim Jongdae, from the pile of folders-frowns in thought. “Well. Luhan thought you were joking when he told everyone. Guess not.” He spies the buttered bread in the middle of the table and clears his throat. “I’ll keep quiet for five pieces of bread.”
“Deal.”
Kyungsoo watches as the boy snatches the food and stuffs two pieces into his mouth. “Thanks, man. You’re the best,” he says, mouth packed with food before he leaves.
Kim Minseok smiles across the table. “You know how it is.”
And Kyungsoo does.
-
Kyungsoo sees Minseok-no longer Kim Minseok, no longer formal and detached meetings-almost every day. They eat together and duck under the table whenever they see any of their friends.
Kyungsoo gets angry texts from Joonmyun when he can’t find him at school anywhere, and Kyungsoo things that Minseok gets the same from Kris, judging by the rolls of his eyes each time he checks his phone.
Both boys are determined to own the school and Minseok and Kyungsoo wonder if the feud will ever end.
“Maybe if we pretend to die,” Minseok jokes, “you take the poison and I’ll get a dagger from Party City. There never was a tale of such woe as that of-” he breaks off with a cry of pain when Kyungsoo gives him a particularly vicious kick beneath the table.
Kyungsoo doesn’t think that Joonmyun will give up any time soon. But that’s okay. Because he has Kim Minseok.