Unexpected Encounters (8/?)
Unexpected Encounters (8/?): Thinking
Pairing(s): kaisoo, side!hunhan
Genre: Romance, Humor, Drama, Fiction
Summary: Found hanging onto the windowsill by his fingertips with the intention of robbing the place, Jongin isn’t sure how to explain the situation he’s in and he doesn’t fancy the idea of going to jail, and the guy who found him is kind of cute so Jongin blurts the first thing that pops in this head. “…You wanna make out?”
"I don't think I'm going to regret this arrangement."
"I don't think I'm going to regret this arrangement."
What the hell is wrong with me, Kyungsoo thought to himself, astounded. He lie quietly in bed that evening finding it more difficult than usual to find sleep, especially since the recent events from earlier that day were lingering in the back of his mind.
That stupid kid wasn't that great at cleaning anyway. Jongin had forgotten to take out the trash when he'd finished up and put nearly all of Kyungsoo's books away in a horrendously disorganized fashion, but Kyungsoo saw how hard the kid worked despite not wanting to be there in the first place. And then heartless Kyungsoo had let his guard down and actually praised him and bid him goodnight like a decent person. It was so unusual and unexpected that that Kyungsoo's stomach actually felt oddly unsettled because he just wasn't nice to anybody, especially burglars.
After several moments of lying silently in the darkness of his bedroom, he finally grabbed his phone with a helpless groan and called his number one on speed dial.
"H-Hey, Kyungsoo," Baekhyun said, a noticeable hitch in his voice as he answered the phone.
Kyungsoo narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "Are you getting fucked or doing your late night yoga again?" he asked in disgust.
"Yo-ga," Baekhyun panted. "You're on speaker by the way. I was too busy to do it this morning so I'm doing it now. I need to look good."
"And you look fucking gorgeous doing what you're doing," Baekhyun's boyfriend Chanyeol's voice said through the phone.
Kyungsoo grimaced. "Ugh, you're doing late night naked yoga?"
"Yes because I'm sweating and I hate wearing clothes when I sweat."
"That man of yours is going to jump you."
"Nah, he won't, I've got him trained. He knows we can't have sex until I'm done and
thoroughly slick."
"Ew, I dont want to hear about it."
"What, us having sex? Why not? You used to sleep with me."
"And it was gross."
"You're so mean!" Baekhyun whined loudly into the phone, hurting Kyungsoo's ear.
"You're into weird kinky shit and it's gross," Kyungsoo complained, rubbing his forehead.
"Oh hey, have you asked Kyungsoo about that thing yet?" Kyungsoo heard Chanyeol ask his boyfriend.
"You're on speaker, you derp," Kyungsoo said, reminding him.
"Oh, okay. Kyungsoo, do you want to have a threesome?"
"You're both pervs. And the answer is no, like it always is."
"Fine, but let us know if you change your mind," Chanyeol told him through the phone before walking away, the sound of his footsteps fading as he left the room.
"You're boyfriend is gross, too," Kyungsoo added, rolling his eyes. "You guys deserve each other."
"I'm going to ignore that last statement of yours. Did you call just to criticize our active sex life?"
"No, I just...can't sleep," Kyngsoo said, sighing to himself as he lie alone. He felt fucking pathetic.
"What's bothering you?" Baekhyun asked, the tone in his boyfriend now leveled. Kyungsoo assumed he was taking a break from his naked yoga.
"Why do you think something is bothering me?"
"Because you're calling me first and you never do that, so obviously there's something on your mind."
"I hate you."
"Yeah I already know that. What's up?"
Kyungsoo rolled onto his side. "...That kid came over today," he told his ex, his voice sounding much softer.
"Oh, your new housekeeper?"
"Yeah, Kim Jongin. It was his first day."
"But you just met him yesterday."
"Yes, but my place was in desperate need of cleaning."
"Alright, can't argue with that. So how'd it go?"
"He was quiet at least," Kyungsoo started. "But he didn't take out the trash and I had to reorganize the books because he just threw them in the shelves without thinking of organizing them by genre."
"Did you tell him they needed to be organized by genre?"
"....No, but isn't it obvious they should be shelved that way?"
"I don't."
"Yeah but you're dumb."
"Yes you've told me that. Next time just tell him. So did he fail to meet your expectations?" Baekhyun then asked.
Kyungsoo bit his lip. "Not exactly. He worked hard and..."
"...What, what?"
"I may have said something nice."
"You showed your human side?" Baekhyun laughed into the phone, making Kyungsoo frown.
"I guess so. Dammit, what is wrong with me? He's not going to be intimidated by me anymore."
"Maybe that's a good thing, though."
"What are you on about now?"
"Don't you think you should try dating again?"
"What? No!"
"But it sounds like you might have a crush!" Baekhyun whined, making Kyungsoo's ears bleed.
"What are you going on about? I don't have a crush, that's stupid."
"But it sounds like you do!"
"He came over drenched in sweat from his dance classes and it was gross, and he smelled," Kyungsoo blurted out. "There's nothing likeable about looking messy and unprofessional."
"He's a dancer?" Baekhyun gasped excitedly. "Oh, and he was sweaty and his clothes were probably clinging to his abs! What's not sexy about that?"
"How'd you know he has abs?"
"Because you said he was a dancer!"
"Jesus, you're annoying."
"And he probably looked so hot cleaning your apartment, all wet and focused on what he was doing, and touching your things!"
"I'm hanging up now," Kyungsoo grumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Okay, okay fine,” Baekhyun sighed heavily. Baekhyun lied down on his back on top of his yoga mat, deciding to end his session while he spoke into the phone. “Have you made any plans to make his life a living hell yet?” Baekhyun asked with excitement, shaking his legs gleefully.
Kyungsoo sighed tiredly, sulking into the bed sheets and massaged his forehead. “Honestly I haven’t had the time to do anything lately. I have these stupid textbooks to finish translating before July so that they’re ready for the August printing.”
Baekhyun pouted. “Boo. So you have no ideas to excite me with?”
Chanyeol had chosen that time to re-enter the room, quirking a questioning eyebrow at his boyfriend. “Are you talking dirty with Kyungsoo and didn’t invite me?” Kyungsoo heard the taller man ask, sounding offended.
“Baekhyun, you need to work on the way you word things,” Kyungsoo growled into the phone.
“Both of you, lighten up. Kyungsoo, when is the kid coming back?”
“On Wednesday…?”
“Okay,” Baekhyun stated, his thoughts reeling. “You could make you place a complete wreck again before he comes. Or break something while he’s there and pin it on him. Oh! Or cry and make him feel shitty about him sexually assaulting you!”
“Kyungsoo got sexually assaulted?!” Chanyeol shrieked loudly, voice booming. “I’ll kill the guy who did it!”
“Relax, Yeol, Kyungsoo wasn’t actually assaulted.”
“But you just said-”
“I’ll explain later.”
Kyungsoo pinched his nose. “You’re abnormally loud this evening.”
“We could get louder in a different way.”
“No, please don’t. And those ideas are stupid as fuck. Thanks for nothing.”
“Well don’t call for help next time.”
“I didn’t.”
“Chanyeol, stop-oh!-K-Kyungsoo, I’ll call you again tomorrow, okay?”
“You’re disgusting.”
"Oh,wait! Does the crush have a nice ass?"
"I don't have a crush on him!"
"Are you sure?"
"Goodnight, Baekhyun."
"Kyungs--"
Kyungsoo hung up the phone and buried his head beneath the pillows, tossing his phone to the other end of the bed, deciding to forget the nonsense his friend spewed. Baekhyun was an idiot and didn't have much of a brain anyway.
And for the record, Kyungsoo did not have a crush like Baekhyun seemed to think he did. He just really disliked the dancer and insulting him verbally behind his back was his way of expressing his frustration.
On the other side of town, Chanyeol nipped along Baekhyun’s collarbone, making the smaller man tremble in anticipation.
“You don’t think those ideas of yours are actually going to work?” Chanyeol then asked.
“W-what ideas?” Baekhyun gasped.
Chanyeol chuckled. “Your ideas for Kyungsoo.”
Baekhyun snorted, rolling his eyes. “Of course not, but I enjoy messing with Soo when I can.”
* * *
Jongin, after completing his first afternoon with Do Kyungsoo, had returned that evening to a surprisingly empty apartment. He figured Sehun had done something right and made up with his girlfriend.
At least he didn’t have to put up with Sehun’s sulking that night.
The following morning, Jongin’s speculation had been confirmed when he found his friend eating a bowl of cereal looking redressed and much less pale. That, and his phone was back to constantly making dinging sounds with incoming texts. Finally everything was back to normal.
“So I take it the world isn’t ending anymore,” Jongin assumed, pulling his sweatshirt on to protect himself from the morning chill inside the apartment.
Sehun shrugged, trying not to make it a big deal, but Jongin had caught the peeking smile on the other boy’s face. “Yes, I guess not.”
“Good,” Jongin continued plopping himself into a chair across from Sehun. “I was getting irritated with all that moping of yours.”
Sehun threw a soggy corn flake at Jongin, earning him a swift kick to the shin underneath the table.
“When do you start your new job?” Sehun asked, in attempt to make conversation.
“Yesterday afternoon.”
Sehun giggled to himself, which sounded absolutely stupid in Jongin’s opinion. “Wow, already? That guy must’ve missed you or something.”
“Oh shut up, you idiot. I’m still certain I’m the last person he’d want to see.”
“Did he make you wear a uniform?” Sehun continued quite annoyingly, clearly back to his usual
self. “Oh my god, was it a skirt and an apron like in the dramas?”
“I’m not a maid, I’m a housekeeper-”
“Same thing.”
“And no, I did not wear a French maid uniform, you sick pervert. But that guy’s apartment was horrendous!”
“Really?” Sehun asked, intrigued.
“He’s a complete slob,” Jongin continued to rant, reliving the horrors of the messy apartment.
“I would have thought he’d be on the tidier side. He seemed like the type to be particular,” Sehun mused thoughtfully, finger pressed to his chin.
“Yeah me too. But his place is completely filled with books, like a library. He’s a translator so most of the books aren’t in Korean.”
“Look at you, boasting about his neat home. Are you sure you don’t have a crush?” Sehun teased, earning a swift kick from the tanned boy.
“You’re a nuisance.”
Sehun sighed, leaning back in his chair. “Alright, well he’s obviously rich. You gonna try taking some money from him?”
“No, shut up. It’s your idiotic thieving idea that landed me in this position in the first place.”
“Exactly, my idea, but you’re the one who decided to actually go through with it,” Sehun countered, matter of fact and looking smug.
“You’re a terrible person. Why am I even friends with you?” Jongin deadpanned, feeling personally offended.
Sehun grinned cheekily, responding, “Because I am literally the best and you need someone like me in your life, but I was the only who could tolerate your face. Really, you should be grateful to me for sticking around in your boring little life.”
Jongin chose to ignore the blatant words from his so-called friend and grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl on the table, taking a vicious bite feeling irritated. Sehun could be such a little shit sometimes.
“Was Do Kyungsoo as intimidating as he seemed at the restaurant?” Sehun then inquired, looking interested once more while looking over at Jongin.
Jongin shrugged. “At first, I guess. He didn’t appreciate me showing up all sweaty, but he seemed alright when it was time for me to leave.”
“Imagine that.”
“Shut up. He even gave me a compliment.”
“See?” Sehun spoke knowingly and nudged Jongin’s elbow. “He’s totally got the hots for you.”
“He does not.”
“When do you go back?”
“Tomorrow after class.”
“Like I said, he probably likes you if you’re to be going over often.”
Jongin groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You’re such a pain.”
“I’ll say it again then, just to irritate you more. The hots, Kyungsoo has for you.”
“Shut. Up. You’re being rude.”
“What? How?”
“You just are.”
“You don’t even like the guy so what’s the problem?” Sehun huffed, crossing his arms.
“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” Jongin asked Sehun. “Perhaps walking Lu Hua to work?”
Sehun pursed his lips, as if contemplating something but instead shrugged it off. “…Not today. Why so eager to get rid of me? Don’t you love me?”
“No, go away.”
Sehun snorted. “And you’re calling me rude. Fine, I suppose I could get ready for class,” he said, getting up from his chair and walking back into his bedroom, shutting the door behind him.
Jongin soon left, purposely taking the long way to the university and passing Kyungsoo’s fancy apartment complex along the way.
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Pairing(s): kaisoo, side!hunhan
Genre: Romance, Humor, Drama, Fiction
Summary: Found hanging onto the windowsill by his fingertips with the intention of robbing the place, Jongin isn’t sure how to explain the situation he’s in and he doesn’t fancy the idea of going to jail, and the guy who found him is kind of cute so Jongin blurts the first thing that pops in this head. “…You wanna make out?”
"I don't think I'm going to regret this arrangement."
"I don't think I'm going to regret this arrangement."
What the hell is wrong with me, Kyungsoo thought to himself, astounded. He lie quietly in bed that evening finding it more difficult than usual to find sleep, especially since the recent events from earlier that day were lingering in the back of his mind.
That stupid kid wasn't that great at cleaning anyway. Jongin had forgotten to take out the trash when he'd finished up and put nearly all of Kyungsoo's books away in a horrendously disorganized fashion, but Kyungsoo saw how hard the kid worked despite not wanting to be there in the first place. And then heartless Kyungsoo had let his guard down and actually praised him and bid him goodnight like a decent person. It was so unusual and unexpected that that Kyungsoo's stomach actually felt oddly unsettled because he just wasn't nice to anybody, especially burglars.
After several moments of lying silently in the darkness of his bedroom, he finally grabbed his phone with a helpless groan and called his number one on speed dial.
"H-Hey, Kyungsoo," Baekhyun said, a noticeable hitch in his voice as he answered the phone.
Kyungsoo narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "Are you getting fucked or doing your late night yoga again?" he asked in disgust.
"Yo-ga," Baekhyun panted. "You're on speaker by the way. I was too busy to do it this morning so I'm doing it now. I need to look good."
"And you look fucking gorgeous doing what you're doing," Baekhyun's boyfriend Chanyeol's voice said through the phone.
Kyungsoo grimaced. "Ugh, you're doing late night naked yoga?"
"Yes because I'm sweating and I hate wearing clothes when I sweat."
"That man of yours is going to jump you."
"Nah, he won't, I've got him trained. He knows we can't have sex until I'm done and
thoroughly slick."
"Ew, I dont want to hear about it."
"What, us having sex? Why not? You used to sleep with me."
"And it was gross."
"You're so mean!" Baekhyun whined loudly into the phone, hurting Kyungsoo's ear.
"You're into weird kinky shit and it's gross," Kyungsoo complained, rubbing his forehead.
"Oh hey, have you asked Kyungsoo about that thing yet?" Kyungsoo heard Chanyeol ask his boyfriend.
"You're on speaker, you derp," Kyungsoo said, reminding him.
"Oh, okay. Kyungsoo, do you want to have a threesome?"
"You're both pervs. And the answer is no, like it always is."
"Fine, but let us know if you change your mind," Chanyeol told him through the phone before walking away, the sound of his footsteps fading as he left the room.
"You're boyfriend is gross, too," Kyungsoo added, rolling his eyes. "You guys deserve each other."
"I'm going to ignore that last statement of yours. Did you call just to criticize our active sex life?"
"No, I just...can't sleep," Kyngsoo said, sighing to himself as he lie alone. He felt fucking pathetic.
"What's bothering you?" Baekhyun asked, the tone in his boyfriend now leveled. Kyungsoo assumed he was taking a break from his naked yoga.
"Why do you think something is bothering me?"
"Because you're calling me first and you never do that, so obviously there's something on your mind."
"I hate you."
"Yeah I already know that. What's up?"
Kyungsoo rolled onto his side. "...That kid came over today," he told his ex, his voice sounding much softer.
"Oh, your new housekeeper?"
"Yeah, Kim Jongin. It was his first day."
"But you just met him yesterday."
"Yes, but my place was in desperate need of cleaning."
"Alright, can't argue with that. So how'd it go?"
"He was quiet at least," Kyungsoo started. "But he didn't take out the trash and I had to reorganize the books because he just threw them in the shelves without thinking of organizing them by genre."
"Did you tell him they needed to be organized by genre?"
"....No, but isn't it obvious they should be shelved that way?"
"I don't."
"Yeah but you're dumb."
"Yes you've told me that. Next time just tell him. So did he fail to meet your expectations?" Baekhyun then asked.
Kyungsoo bit his lip. "Not exactly. He worked hard and..."
"...What, what?"
"I may have said something nice."
"You showed your human side?" Baekhyun laughed into the phone, making Kyungsoo frown.
"I guess so. Dammit, what is wrong with me? He's not going to be intimidated by me anymore."
"Maybe that's a good thing, though."
"What are you on about now?"
"Don't you think you should try dating again?"
"What? No!"
"But it sounds like you might have a crush!" Baekhyun whined, making Kyungsoo's ears bleed.
"What are you going on about? I don't have a crush, that's stupid."
"But it sounds like you do!"
"He came over drenched in sweat from his dance classes and it was gross, and he smelled," Kyungsoo blurted out. "There's nothing likeable about looking messy and unprofessional."
"He's a dancer?" Baekhyun gasped excitedly. "Oh, and he was sweaty and his clothes were probably clinging to his abs! What's not sexy about that?"
"How'd you know he has abs?"
"Because you said he was a dancer!"
"Jesus, you're annoying."
"And he probably looked so hot cleaning your apartment, all wet and focused on what he was doing, and touching your things!"
"I'm hanging up now," Kyungsoo grumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Okay, okay fine,” Baekhyun sighed heavily. Baekhyun lied down on his back on top of his yoga mat, deciding to end his session while he spoke into the phone. “Have you made any plans to make his life a living hell yet?” Baekhyun asked with excitement, shaking his legs gleefully.
Kyungsoo sighed tiredly, sulking into the bed sheets and massaged his forehead. “Honestly I haven’t had the time to do anything lately. I have these stupid textbooks to finish translating before July so that they’re ready for the August printing.”
Baekhyun pouted. “Boo. So you have no ideas to excite me with?”
Chanyeol had chosen that time to re-enter the room, quirking a questioning eyebrow at his boyfriend. “Are you talking dirty with Kyungsoo and didn’t invite me?” Kyungsoo heard the taller man ask, sounding offended.
“Baekhyun, you need to work on the way you word things,” Kyungsoo growled into the phone.
“Both of you, lighten up. Kyungsoo, when is the kid coming back?”
“On Wednesday…?”
“Okay,” Baekhyun stated, his thoughts reeling. “You could make you place a complete wreck again before he comes. Or break something while he’s there and pin it on him. Oh! Or cry and make him feel shitty about him sexually assaulting you!”
“Kyungsoo got sexually assaulted?!” Chanyeol shrieked loudly, voice booming. “I’ll kill the guy who did it!”
“Relax, Yeol, Kyungsoo wasn’t actually assaulted.”
“But you just said-”
“I’ll explain later.”
Kyungsoo pinched his nose. “You’re abnormally loud this evening.”
“We could get louder in a different way.”
“No, please don’t. And those ideas are stupid as fuck. Thanks for nothing.”
“Well don’t call for help next time.”
“I didn’t.”
“Chanyeol, stop-oh!-K-Kyungsoo, I’ll call you again tomorrow, okay?”
“You’re disgusting.”
"Oh,wait! Does the crush have a nice ass?"
"I don't have a crush on him!"
"Are you sure?"
"Goodnight, Baekhyun."
"Kyungs--"
Kyungsoo hung up the phone and buried his head beneath the pillows, tossing his phone to the other end of the bed, deciding to forget the nonsense his friend spewed. Baekhyun was an idiot and didn't have much of a brain anyway.
And for the record, Kyungsoo did not have a crush like Baekhyun seemed to think he did. He just really disliked the dancer and insulting him verbally behind his back was his way of expressing his frustration.
On the other side of town, Chanyeol nipped along Baekhyun’s collarbone, making the smaller man tremble in anticipation.
“You don’t think those ideas of yours are actually going to work?” Chanyeol then asked.
“W-what ideas?” Baekhyun gasped.
Chanyeol chuckled. “Your ideas for Kyungsoo.”
Baekhyun snorted, rolling his eyes. “Of course not, but I enjoy messing with Soo when I can.”
* * *
Jongin, after completing his first afternoon with Do Kyungsoo, had returned that evening to a surprisingly empty apartment. He figured Sehun had done something right and made up with his girlfriend.
At least he didn’t have to put up with Sehun’s sulking that night.
The following morning, Jongin’s speculation had been confirmed when he found his friend eating a bowl of cereal looking redressed and much less pale. That, and his phone was back to constantly making dinging sounds with incoming texts. Finally everything was back to normal.
“So I take it the world isn’t ending anymore,” Jongin assumed, pulling his sweatshirt on to protect himself from the morning chill inside the apartment.
Sehun shrugged, trying not to make it a big deal, but Jongin had caught the peeking smile on the other boy’s face. “Yes, I guess not.”
“Good,” Jongin continued plopping himself into a chair across from Sehun. “I was getting irritated with all that moping of yours.”
Sehun threw a soggy corn flake at Jongin, earning him a swift kick to the shin underneath the table.
“When do you start your new job?” Sehun asked, in attempt to make conversation.
“Yesterday afternoon.”
Sehun giggled to himself, which sounded absolutely stupid in Jongin’s opinion. “Wow, already? That guy must’ve missed you or something.”
“Oh shut up, you idiot. I’m still certain I’m the last person he’d want to see.”
“Did he make you wear a uniform?” Sehun continued quite annoyingly, clearly back to his usual
self. “Oh my god, was it a skirt and an apron like in the dramas?”
“I’m not a maid, I’m a housekeeper-”
“Same thing.”
“And no, I did not wear a French maid uniform, you sick pervert. But that guy’s apartment was horrendous!”
“Really?” Sehun asked, intrigued.
“He’s a complete slob,” Jongin continued to rant, reliving the horrors of the messy apartment.
“I would have thought he’d be on the tidier side. He seemed like the type to be particular,” Sehun mused thoughtfully, finger pressed to his chin.
“Yeah me too. But his place is completely filled with books, like a library. He’s a translator so most of the books aren’t in Korean.”
“Look at you, boasting about his neat home. Are you sure you don’t have a crush?” Sehun teased, earning a swift kick from the tanned boy.
“You’re a nuisance.”
Sehun sighed, leaning back in his chair. “Alright, well he’s obviously rich. You gonna try taking some money from him?”
“No, shut up. It’s your idiotic thieving idea that landed me in this position in the first place.”
“Exactly, my idea, but you’re the one who decided to actually go through with it,” Sehun countered, matter of fact and looking smug.
“You’re a terrible person. Why am I even friends with you?” Jongin deadpanned, feeling personally offended.
Sehun grinned cheekily, responding, “Because I am literally the best and you need someone like me in your life, but I was the only who could tolerate your face. Really, you should be grateful to me for sticking around in your boring little life.”
Jongin chose to ignore the blatant words from his so-called friend and grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl on the table, taking a vicious bite feeling irritated. Sehun could be such a little shit sometimes.
“Was Do Kyungsoo as intimidating as he seemed at the restaurant?” Sehun then inquired, looking interested once more while looking over at Jongin.
Jongin shrugged. “At first, I guess. He didn’t appreciate me showing up all sweaty, but he seemed alright when it was time for me to leave.”
“Imagine that.”
“Shut up. He even gave me a compliment.”
“See?” Sehun spoke knowingly and nudged Jongin’s elbow. “He’s totally got the hots for you.”
“He does not.”
“When do you go back?”
“Tomorrow after class.”
“Like I said, he probably likes you if you’re to be going over often.”
Jongin groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You’re such a pain.”
“I’ll say it again then, just to irritate you more. The hots, Kyungsoo has for you.”
“Shut. Up. You’re being rude.”
“What? How?”
“You just are.”
“You don’t even like the guy so what’s the problem?” Sehun huffed, crossing his arms.
“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” Jongin asked Sehun. “Perhaps walking Lu Hua to work?”
Sehun pursed his lips, as if contemplating something but instead shrugged it off. “…Not today. Why so eager to get rid of me? Don’t you love me?”
“No, go away.”
Sehun snorted. “And you’re calling me rude. Fine, I suppose I could get ready for class,” he said, getting up from his chair and walking back into his bedroom, shutting the door behind him.
Jongin soon left, purposely taking the long way to the university and passing Kyungsoo’s fancy apartment complex along the way.
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