❀ 1+1=oh sehun (for prompt #70) [2/3]

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part one ❀ | part two ❀ | final ❀


1+1=Oh Sehun (Part Two)

Finals were in three weeks and Kyungsoo was feeling better about his chances at passing than he had during the entire semester. When he stood facing the Oh resident’s front door, palms sweaty, head swimming with doubts, he could at least feel some comfort in the fact he would probably pass his math class. Now he just had to survive a Saturday afternoon with Sehun.

Sehun answered the door a few seconds after the doorbell rang, Kyungsoo jumping back in fright, not expecting him to be there so quickly.

“You came.” Sehun held the door open wide. “Cool. Today is the perfect day for gaming.”

A light rain had begun to fall, which didn’t really matter to Kyungsoo. He usually spent the day inside anyway, but for someone like Sehun inclement weather probably did sour his other hobbies. Kyungsoo played along. “Yeah, it isn’t really the weather to be out…um..jog..ging.” Did Sehun like to jog, other than during practice when he tortured Kyungsoo with that very action? Kyungsoo had no idea, but jogging seemed to be the least threatening physical activity to be involved in. No rules, just running.

“You run?” Sehun seemed surprised, shutting the door after Kyungsoo walked inside and shucked off his jacket.

“Every now and then,” Kyungsoo lied. The last time he jogged it was because he had been forced to by his least favorite gym teacher in the universe, Mr. Choi. He had never once gone running of his own accord, the entire activity seemed painful and uncomfortable to him.

“We should go running sometime,” Sehun offered, Kyungsoo muttering, “That would be nice”. He hoped Sehun would forget about his little white lie soon because he didn’t think he could survive a run with Sehun. Physically or mentally.

“Do you want the grand tour?” Sehun held his arms out. “It is kind of cluttered but my mom likes the cozy feeling.”

Kyungsoo didn’t find the house cluttered at all. It was homey, a two story white clapboard house on a nice size lot. It was a ways away from their school, almost in the suburbs, which meant Sehun must be attending their high school based on academic choice, not geographical proximity.

The rooms were decent sized. A flagstone fireplace sat in one corner of the living room. Kyungsoo found himself walking over to the living room wall of family photographs out of sheer curiosity, spotting several pictures of Sehun as he was growing up.

“Oh god, don’t look at those, it is so embarrassing.” Sehun made a move to stand in between Kyungsoo and the pictures.

“I am sure they are fine.” Kyungsoo slapped Sehun’s arms away, surprised at his own boldness. Since when did he become so comfortable with Sehun that he could act like this? Somewhere between hanging out at the café and spending an hour a day pouring over formulas a familiarity had been born, one that Kyungsoo hadn’t really pinpointed until that moment.

“Is that your dad?” Kyungsoo pointed at the largest of the pictures, a portrait with Sehun, his mother, and the man that Kyungsoo assumed to be his father. Sehun strongly resembled him, his nose, sharp jawline, and brow line almost identical.

“Yeah.” Sehun stared at the picture, standing alongside Kyungsoo. “He passed away last year.”

“Oh. I am sorry.” Kyungsoo suddenly felt like shit for having asked, even if he had no idea.

“Thanks. Cancer.” Sehun dragged a hand through his already messy hair, a habit that Kyungsoo had come to recognize. ”He was diagnosed in August and we lost him in September.”

Now the bear that he saw on Mrs. Oh’s desk, the one that Sehun had made at the mall, made sense. It was a cancer awareness bear. A new meaning to the plushie had Kyungsoo feeling like shit for ever wondering why Sehun had made it.

“I miss him.” Sehun’s words were sad, wistful, raw and honest.

Kyungsoo, for all his arguments with his parents, couldn’t imagine losing one of them so young. He felt horrible for Sehun having to experience that, yet he couldn’t think what to say. He remained quiet, moments passing before either boy made a move. It was Sehun who broke up the dark cloud that was hovering over them. “Do you want to see my room?” Sehun’s words seemed ready to deflect any further talk of sadness, Kyungsoo going with the flow and nodding at Sehun’s change in tone.

“Sure.” Kyungsoo was curious what sort of place Sehun slept in. Maybe that sounded creepy, maybe it was creepy - because Kyungsoo wanted to see his bed. Maybe sniff a pillow or two. Okay, it was totally creepy. Trying his best to ignore an urge to sniff pillows or take a stray picture for memories sake, Kyungsoo followed Sehun upstairs to his room.

Sehun’s bedroom was large, a four poster bed sitting in the middle. Kyungsoo found the design of the bedframe almost feminine in styling, biting back a smile at the sight. Sehun slept in what looked like a princess bed.

“My mom picked out the furniture, don’t judge.” Sehun walked over to his flat screen television, fiddling around with the hookups in the back. “What game do you want to play? Is Halo okay for a warmup?”

“If you don’t get mad when I beat you.” Newly confident Kyungsoo was on cloud nine, feeling like he could conquer the world now that he was sitting on the edge of Sehun’s princess bed, having survived the first ten minutes alone with his crush and no longer certain he would dive into the bed and go on a sniffing spree.

“Ha. We will see about that.” Sehun wasn’t about to concede to Kyungsoo, which became clear as time and time again Kyungsoo ended up dying. It didn’t help that he hadn’t played Halo in forever, preferring RPGs to FPS.

“You are too good at this,” Kyungsoo blurted out after his fifth failure.

“And you don’t know how to give up.”

“Not really.”

“Have you always been this stubborn? “

“When I want something.”

“I bet your girlfriend never stood a chance.” Sehun said it so casually that Kyungsoo would find himself dwelling on his reaction for the next two days. He dropped his controller, the plastic bouncing on the carpeting.

“You okay?” Sehun raised an eyebrow, leaning in to see if Kyungsoo was sick or something.

“Sorry. No. I-“Kyungsoo retrieved the controller, but it didn’t matter. Another load screen, he had just died. Why did he want to clarify so much? He needed to, what if Sehun had the wrong idea? “I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Neither do I.” Sehun flipped through his equipment screen. “Girls are icky and all that. Being single is where it is at. ”

Kyungsoo couldn’t help but laugh, Sehun’s pursed lips only adding to his childlike answer.

“You want to go a round in Call of Duty?” Sehun brushed off further talk of icky girls, putting in the next game once Kyungsoo agreed to the new challenge.

Kyungsoo found he wasn’t much better at Call of Duty than he had been at Halo, Sehun winning time and time again. If he had been playing Chanyeol, Baekhyun or Jongdae he would have quit a long time ago, frustrated at his constant losses. Yet with Sehun it was different. Even if he was losing he was having fun just playing, hearing Sehun drop swear words here and there when things didn’t go exactly as he planned them (which was few and far between), then chatting casually with Kyungsoo as they blasted each other with any and everything they could find.

An hour of gameplay turned into two and then three, Kyungsoo oblivious to the passing time -he was having too much fun to realize it was past four o’clock and he had no idea if his sister was dvr-ing the Walking Dead episode he had missed. The only interruption that pulled him out of the revelry was a loud rumble originating from his stomach.

“Hungry?” Sehun patted his own tummy. “I think it is about dinner time. What do you want?”

Kyungsoo hadn’t realized gaming would turn into eating dinner together, until he was seated amidst a jumble of takeout boxes, stuffing his mouth full of sweet and sour chicken as Sehun flipped through channels on the impressively large television in the living room.

“You wanna sleep over?” Sehun bridged the topic as they finished eating, Kyungsoo wishing he kept a diary so he could write in all big bold letters BEST DAY EVER.

“Yeah. I just have to text my mom.” Kyungsoo had never sent a text message so quickly in his life.

“You said you like movies? Want to pick something on Netflix? I am all gamed out.” Sehun‘s eyes were half lidded, he slumped back into the sofa, legs up on the coffee table. “I think I am slipping into a food coma. Soo, help me.”

He called him Soo. Only his friends called him Soo. It felt weird, not bad - just weird. “I um, honestly.” Kyungsoo didn’t want to bore Sehun but his courage had only been increasing with every passing hour in his company. “I like documentaries and dramas. Depressing stuff.”

“Emo?” Sehun chuckled. “I could have guessed that. Give me your best. Make me cry.”

Kyungsoo hated the word emo, but the fact that Sehun agreed to watch one of his favorite tearjerkers was good enough reason to not argue about the use of the term. He picked one of the last documentaries he had watched, the story of three brothers fighting a murder charge for the death of the fourth brother- clearly innocent but ostracized for their strange lifestyle as hermits and illiterate country folk. The movie screamed injustice and had Kyungsoo feeling angry and sad in tandem as he had watched it.

As the title sequence played, Kyungsoo turned his phone off. He only had to see fifteen new messages to know his friends were already scrambling for details on Sehun’s dick size and if he gave good head. Shoving the phone in his pocket he settled back.

He couldn’t help but glance over throughout the move to see Sehun’s reaction, curious if he would drift off or laugh or say the entire thing was stupid. Showing Sehun one of these type of films was opening a part of his true personality to the younger boy, it was a big chance. Kyungsoo wanted to take that chance, but still feared rejection. He was, after all, Do Kyungsoo the self-avowed dorky kid and the person he was revealing himself too little by little was none other than Mr. Perfect Oh Sehun. It was a huge gamble.

Sehun didn’t fall asleep, but he didn’t appear particularly enthralled by the movie either. Long legs resting on the coffee table, a throw pillow hugged to his middle, he leaned his head to the side and stared ahead. It was quiet until around the halfway point when Sehun sat up, scaring Kyungsoo with his sudden action. “This pisses me off. How can they say that about them? They are clearly innocent.”

He got it. Oh Sehun understood and felt the same way. And Do Kyungsoo was so fucking proud he could scream. Instead of screaming, ruining the moment and scaring Sehun away from him forever he started an in-depth discussion of the failures of the modern justice system, replete with a tangent on trial by media. Sehun followed along, adding his two cents, agreeing and offering valid arguments when his opinion differed.

“Wow, this is kind of fun.” Sehun chuckled as the credits rolled, their conversation taking up most of the second half of the film. Kyungsoo could debate whether Sehun was being sarcastic or if he meant it but the younger man left little doubt when he suggested they watch another film- Kyungsoo’s choice.

Six hours and three documentaries later, Kyungsoo knew that Sehun didn’t like to cry during sad parts but he did like to voice his opinions - who would have thought that Oh Sehun could be the intellectual type? The list of reason why Kyungsoo was crushing so hard on Sehun kept growing, painfully so.

Another layer of complicated feelings emerged when Kyungsoo realized he wasn’t crying as he re-watched the films he had seen solo, nor was he chasing depression. He was engaged, interested, and beyond anything else, happy to have someone to talk to about it. When their mini marathon ended, Kyungsoo felt changed, in the most subtle of ways.

“I don’t usually get to talk like this, with friends I mean.” Sehun tossed Kyungsoo an oversized sleep shirt, the two teenagers trudging up to Sehun’s room after their movie marathon. “Jongin tends to have a one track mind.”

Kyungsoo didn’t have the guts to say anything bad about Jongin to Sehun, even though he cared little for the man. It was best friend territory and he wasn’t about to say something that would have Sehun pissed at him. Instead he took a few steps towards the door, ready to go to the bathroom to change. He found himself stopping short when Sehun casually took off his shirt, milky white skin and the hint of a tummy, happy trails and well-defined upper arms from years of playing sports flashing before him, causing Kyungsoo to swallow hard as he took in the younger man’s shirtless form.

“Hope the sofa is okay.” Sehun pulled his nightshirt over his head, ending the free show.

“Sure. Sofa is fine.” Kyungsoo needed to wash his brain.

“I have to be to practice at ten, sorry we can’t sleep in. I guess I should have said something about it earlier.” Sehun appeared apologetic and Kyungsoo was too caught up in what he had just seen to really give a shit one way or another what time he had to wake up. He was feeling a bit warm at the moment, his brain fighting a losing battle - to remember shirtless Sehun or to forget. Remember. Of course his body screamed remember.

Sehun had made up a bed for him on the small sofa in his room, another feminine bit of furniture that didn’t fit the teenager’s personality at all. Kyungsoo awkwardly turned around and made his way to the sofa, needing to end the part where the lights were on and he was about to be caught staring at Sehun in his own room.

“Aren’t you going to change?” Sehun asked as he slipped into bed.

Kyungsoo had forgotten about the shirt in his hands, too busy trying not to pop a boner in the middle of his crush’s room. “Oh…um...yeah.” Turning his back to Sehun he made the quickest change ever, not wanting Sehun to see how much more of a tummy he had or how his arms were anything but defined.

“Night, Soo.”

“Night.” Kyungsoo pulled the covers up to his chin, holding onto them tightly. When Sehun turned the lights out Kyungsoo breathed a sigh of relief. He couldn’t stare in the dark. Only think about shirtless Sehun and will his growing erection away. God damnit.

Kyungsoo prided himself in not being the forgetful type. He always knew where he placed his phone, he never lost his wallet, and he was driven crazy by the way his little sister was the exact opposite. He had, however, forgotten something rather important. He had worn Sehun’s sleep shirt home, throwing his sweatshirt over the tee absentmindedly (only partially distracted by Sehun in sweats) and going about his merry way on Sunday morning. All of which meant he needed to give Sehun his shirt back - which would raise all sorts of eyebrows if done in the wrong company.

He was hoping to pass the shirt to Sehun during Monday’s tutoring, but when he spotted Mrs. Oh camped out in the classroom with a sickeningly sweet smile on her face, plying him with questions on how their “play date” went, Kyungsoo couldn’t do it. He kept the shirt in his backpack, deciding he would give it to Sehun after tutoring. Of course the world was conspiring against him, Sehun leaving with his mom, the opportunity lost.

By Tuesday the issue of the wayward t-shirt was eating at him, the feeling of disorderliness driving him nuts. He thought he had found the perfect opportunity when he ran into Sehun in between classes, their newfound friendship facilitating more than a passing hello.

“I have your shirt, if you want to stop by my locker.” Kyungsoo’s eyes were darting around, making sure no one heard the words “your shirt”. He felt like he was making a drug deal or something.

Sehun had a few minutes before his next class so he trailed behind Kyungsoo, the handover made with relative ease. Until-

“Oh. OH.”

Byun Baekhyun, that punk. “Trading clothes I see?” He winked so suggestively Kyungsoo wanted to gag. It wasn’t like Kyungsoo hadn’t already been subjected to another round of “how did you not sleep with him” as soon as his friends found out he had spent the night at Sehun’s house.

“Yeah. Jealous?” Sehun drawled, Kyungsoo almost choking on his spit at the unexpected response. Baekhyun was surprised too, if his sudden lack of a comeback was anything to judge by. Sehun went one step further, smiling sweetly at Kyungsoo. “See you at five.”

Kyungsoo was blushing furiously, staring after Sehun’s retreating figure.

“And you didn’t suck his dick? How is that even a thing?” Baekhyun was gaping after the junior as well. “I would suck his dick and I don’t even want to date him.”

Kyungsoo delivered one of his pinpoint accurate punches, leaving Baekhyun to whine in the middle of the hall.

With the big day - the math final - fast approaching Sehun suggested longer tutoring sessions and Kyungsoo readily agreed, not wanting to let go of his marked progress…or his time with Sehun. Their hour together became two hours, Sehun explaining that now football season was coming to an end he had more free time. There was only one more game of the season, which he unexpectedly invited Kyungsoo to. “If you want to, I mean, since we hang out now it would be like a friend thing.”

Kyungsoo found the invitation oddly bashful coming out of Sehun, plus he couldn’t turn down an opportunity to stare at Sehun and have the activity be completely and totally socially acceptable; despite his general awkwardness at attending a school sporting event. He didn’t want to go alone, however, so he dragged Chanyeol along with him to the Friday night game.

“Don’t I look spirited? Huh?” Chanyeol was dressed in head to toe red and white, complete with a red top hat that he got from god-knows-where, flashing his big goofy smile as he appeared at Kyungsoo’s front door.

“You are seriously wearing that?” Kyungsoo had played it safe, a black sweatshirt and jeans. He thought Chanyeol looked ridiculous.

“Soo, it is a football game, where is your spirit?” Chanyeol pushed at his friend, “Don’t you want lover boy to know you are cheering for him?”

Perhaps he should have invited Baekhyun - no, scratch that - Jongdae would have probably been the safer choice even if his mind was in the gutter seventy five percent of the time.

When they arrived at the playing field Chanyeol’s team spirit increased fivefold; he was whooping and hollering even before the game began. Kyungsoo wanted to die of embarrassment but relegated himself to playing it cool, laughing instead. The more he basked in the ridiculousness of it all the more he let go and had fun, something that seemed to happen a lot with Chanyeol; it was part of their weird friendship dynamic.

Kyungsoo spotted Sehun as soon as he took the field, and my god did he look amazing in his football uniform. Kyungsoo had never seen him in full gear, only partial gear during his ogling sessions. With the shoulder pads adding to Sehun’s already broad shoulders, the tight pants, and the form fitting jersey Sehun looked like…dare he use Chanyeol’s words...sex on legs.

“Fuck, I didn’t know football players were this hot.” Chanyeol seemed a tad bit - okay, a lot- enraptured himself, feasting his sights on the playing field like he had just hit the hot guy lottery.

“How about Jongin?” Kyungsoo teased, nodding towards where Sehun’s best friend stood, barking out orders to the other players. He was the team’s quarterback, one of their star players.

“I hate that guy.” Chanyeol stood firm.

“He is kind of hot though.” Kyungsoo enjoyed being the one teasing for once, finding some pleasure in the way Chanyeol squirmed at the suggestion.

“If being an asshole is hot, then yeah.”

“He is the star player.” Kyungsoo mused, Chanyeol shaking his head vigorously. “I would rather make out with a chick.”

“Ouch.” Kyungsoo laughed, knowing full well how little Chanyeol had ever wanted to make out with a girl. It was a well-accepted fact, since they were plodding through freshman year, that neither of them had any interest in women - at least not in a sexual way.

Kyungsoo set teasing Chanyeol aside as the game play heated up. He found himself unexpectedly engrossed in the game, even if he didn’t know what half of the terms meant or anything other than the end zone being a good thing. When the game ended, Sehun and team taking the win, Kyungsoo was fist pumping and high fiving his ridiculously dressed friend with fervor.

As he was descending the stands a buzz alerted Kyungsoo to a new text message. It was from Sehun. “We are getting dinner after the game, want to come?”

Kyungsoo felt like he might be intruding on the team, and he really didn’t want to do that. It was bad enough Jongin hated him for having Sehun tutor him, he didn’t need to add to the hatred by ruining the team’s final post game pig-out of the year. He typed back “I don’t want to intrude, I am kind of tired any way. And good job! You were awesome!” and continued on his way, ready to go home and lie in bed with the image of Sehun in a football uniform to lull him to sleep.

“I want to see you.”

Kyungsoo hadn’t expected that - ever, to be honest. Sehun wanted to see him? Seriously? As in, specifically desired his presence?

“Can I meet you outside?”

Kyungsoo gulped, typing a yes and waiting for Sehun to tell him where to meet up. Chanyeol stuck by his side, apparently oblivious to the way Kyungsoo was starting to blush, the way his heart was starting to pound. He couldn’t ask Chanyeol to give him a moment alone with Sehun, could he? No, that would be stupid. That would lead to all sorts of questions. Plus, what if Sehun only wanted to see him for some inane reason like a reminder about math homework? Yes, it was probably something stupid about math.

They met near the entrance of the playing field, Chanyeol asking why they were hanging around when his head was getting sweaty from wearing a top hat for so long. “How did they do it back then?” He pondered, pulling the hat from his head and ruffling his hair.

Kyungsoo ignored his friend, his eyes glued on Oh Sehun emerging from the door that led to the locker rooms. He wondered if time really did stand still, a thousand sickeningly sweet things going through his head - and all killed and turned to dust when he spotted Jongin walking out after Sehun.

“Great job, Sehun!” Chanyeol flashed a thumbs up, completely ignoring his arch nemesis.

“Thanks for coming.” Sehun ran up to Kyungsoo. “I wanted to ask you before I forgot.”

“Ask me what?” Kyungsoo’s gaze darted from Jongin, familiar scowl in place, to Sehun - his hair mussed up and sweaty, still wearing his football gear. It wasn’t a difficult choice of which boy he wanted to stare at more.

“Jongin is having a party the night after finals. Do you want to come?”

Party. Jongin. Why did that not sound like a good time?

“Your friend can come too, right Jongin.” Sehun glanced at his friend, who nodded. “Jongin is sorry how rude he was before.”

“Party? With him?” Chanyeol crossed his arms, shooting Jongin an angry look.

“There will be booze and um, well, fun?” Sehun offered. “Plus you need to celebrate passing your math final.”

Math final. Ah, yes, there was that. Kyungsoo blurted out an answer for both of them. “We will be there.” Even if he had to go to Jongin’s house, he would if Sehun invited him. Because wow - Oh Sehun had just invited him to a party. A social thing, which he would normally hate, but social things with Sehun, well - that was different than normal non-Sehun social things.

“Great. See you tomorrow, and thanks for coming again.” Sehun and Jongin were gone in a flash.

“Did you just tell sex on legs that I would go to that jerk’s party?” Chanyeol was not happy.

“You can pee in his drink, just please - come with me. I don’t want to go alone,” Kyungsoo pleaded. There was no way he would survive attending a party without one of his friends there. He was already awkward, how could he deal with hanging out with a bunch of popular kids alone? He couldn’t, that was the answer. Chanyeol had to take mercy on him.

“Will you give me your fire wand plus seven?” Chanyeol drove a hard bargain. Kyungsoo loved that wand. It was his go to wand during dungeons and dragons.

“You can’t even use the wand.” Kyungsoo answered through gritted teeth. “Your character class won’t let you.”

“But I can sell it,” Chanyeol said matter-of-factly.

“Fine.”

“Deal.” Chanyeol extended his hand, Kyungsoo shaking on it. He would really miss that wand.

Two weeks passed quickly. Long tutoring sessions, bubble tea and more bubble tea (Kyungsoo had given up pretending he drank coffee), chats about movies, and late night texts filling Kyungsoo’s days. A part of him felt like everything was unreal. Completely unexpected, the friendship he had struck up with the boy he had been staring at for countless weeks, never thinking he stood a chance at forming any kind of relationship with him - platonic or otherwise.

Sehun had turned out to be completely unexpected. He wasn’t the popular, jerk of a jock that Kyungsoo may have once thought he was. He was smart, sporty, sure - but he had a side of him that liked talking about social issues and history and contemplating the darker side of life that Kyungsoo thrived on. Sehun was…more attractive by the day.

Kyungsoo’s crush hit an all-time high on the day of his math final when he pulled a note from his locker, a handwritten letter cheering him on, signed by Oh Sehun. If he was alone he would have clutched the thing to his heart, if he was an anime character hearts would have been in his eyes as his head hit the ceiling - he was certain of that. Instead he hid a smile, folding the piece of paper he slipped it into his front pocket, ready to face his fate.

The bad thing about his math final - other than the fact it was a math final - was that it meant his tutoring sessions with Sehun would end. There would be no need to meet each other nearly every day after school to go over problems. The reality of this change had been eating at Kyungsoo, but he tried to push such thoughts away. I am his friend now, he thought, we can still hang out. It will be okay. He even invited me to a party.

Kyungsoo wasn’t sure if he was more terrified of the party or of the math final once he started contemplating the fact that in ten hours or so he would be at Jongin’s house, with…people. Sucking up his party anxiety he went back to his math final anxiety, walking so slowly into Mrs. Oh’s classroom he was pretty sure a turtle would have gotten to his desk faster.

“Will you look at that, the math superstar decided to show up.” Baekhyun teased him as he passed, earning a death look from Kyungsoo.

“Well if I had his motivation to learn...” Jongdae mimed a wistful longing gaze directed at the infamous window.

The window. He most definitely could not look out the window today. No, the window was a bad idea. Even if he knew all of the answers, the window would kill his brain, turning it into Oh Sehun trash. No window, no window, no window. It became Kyungsoo’s mantra as he observed Mrs. Oh pass out the final tests. When she reached Kyungsoo’s desk she flashed a small smile, Kyungsoo debated if it was supposed to be reassuring or scare the crap out of him. If he failed the final what would that tell Mrs. Oh about her son’s worth as a tutor? Another reason not to fail.

When Mrs. Oh announced the test would begin, Kyungsoo held his pencil in a vice grip, staring at the first problem. Much to his relief he found he knew the formula, calculating the answer he completed the problem and moved onto the next one. Again, he knew the calculation. By the time he was halfway through the test he was starting to feel like he would definitely pass, assuming he was applying the formulas correctly. He chanced a glance at the clock, realizing he was making great time.

On the way back to staring at his paper his eyes lingered for a moment too long on the window, catching sight of a gym class out on the field. Old habits die hard, Kyungsoo found, as he strained to get a look of a certain tall, lanky man with amazing shoulders.

“Eyes on your paper, Mr. Do.”

Kyungsoo choked back a gasp at being caught staring- or almost staring - he hadn’t exactly found Sehun among the group of boys gathered on the field. He returned his attention to his paper, not daring to set Mrs. Oh off again.

“Do you think that guy is checking me out?” Chanyeol leaned in, whispering as he nodded towards a middle aged guy sitting a few seats away on the subway.

Kyungsoo rolled his eyes. “No.”

“Oh, just checking.” Chanyeol was fidgeting, adjusting and readjusting his ridiculously tight outfit that had Kyungsoo side eying him all the way to the subway station. Chanyeol had explained away his obvious attempts at looking sexy as “what if my future husband is at the party? Do you want me to miss out on my soulmate”?! Kyungsoo had, true to form, dressed simply - earning another scolding from Chanyeol on missed opportunities to lure in Oh Sehun.

Kyungsoo wasn’t intent on luring anyone at that point, he only wanted to survive the rare socialization he was about to undertake. After he had finished his math final, breezing through two other finals he felt extremely confident in, he focused all of his worry on what may or may not happen at the party that night. A dozen different scenarios had played through his head- Sehun ignoring him, Jongin being an ass, Chanyeol accidently setting the place on fire - and each one turned him into a bigger ball of nerves. At this point he just wanted to get the damn thing over with and go back to hanging out in cafés with Sehun.

Kim Jongin’s family had money. Chanyeol and Kyungsoo discovered that reality as they stared up at the most expensive apartment building they had ever had reason to enter. They slightly panicked at the thought as they took the elevator to the top floor, Chanyeol repeating over and over, “Holy shit he lives in a penthouse. That asshole lives in a penthouse.”

“His parents live in a penthouse,” Kyungsoo corrected him.

“And he lives with them. IN.A.PENTHOUSE.” Chanyeol had stumbled from the elevator when it dinged at the top floor, pulling Kyungsoo after him. “I hate him more now.”

Jongin answered the door, not looking particularly happy to see either of them there. The sound of music, a hip hop song Kyungsoo had never heard before, blared from within. It sounded like the party was in full swing, laughter and the din of chatter loud as the two unpopular kids walked into the first penthouse they had ever had chance to visit. Jongin didn’t bother to tell them where Sehun was or where they could find food or a drink - he shut the door and walked back to the party, leaving the pair to stand awkwardly in the entryway.

Chanyeol grabbed Kyungsoo’s wrist and charged ahead, Kyungsoo considering that the mere sight of Jongin likely incited some kind of competitive anger in Chanyeol that had the very real possibility of turning into a giant cluster fuck as the night progressed.

The living room - if it could be called that- it was bigger than any living room Kyungsoo had ever been in - was playing host to almost every popular kid Kyungsoo could name off and several he had never seen before. It was like walking into a nightmare, snobby and judgmental stares intermixed with a whisper here and there as Chanyeol forged his way into the middle of the room.

“Soo!”

Oh thank god, Kyungsoo mentally praised every higher being he could name when he caught sight of Sehun walking into the room, plastic cup in hand. “Did you get here okay?”

Kyungsoo nodded, fighting a smile that could be misconstrued as…well, something he didn’t want to explain. Sehun sauntered up, carefree and at ease as he asked if he wanted something to drink. One of the plethora of Kyungsoo’s imagined scenarios flashed before him at the question, the one where he had a few sips of alcohol and got so drunk he peed on the floor in front of everyone. He had never really drank in his long seventeen years of life and had no idea how he would handle it.

“Yaasss. The stronger the better!” Chanyeol answered for him, Kyungsoo wanted to slap the silly grin off of his friend’s face. Chanyeol had never drank before either, so he was completely and totally talking out of his ass at the moment.

“Follow me.” Sehun winked, Kyungsoo paling as he made damn sure his body obeyed and he walked after Sehun. As they left the room a few people who Kyungsoo recognized but would never normally speak to said hello to Sehun, not bothering to give Kyungsoo or Chanyeol the time of day. How…expected.

The liquor and beer were stacked up in the kitchen, Chanyeol’s eyes going wide at the sight. “How did you guys get so much booze?”

“Jongin’s family maid is cool,” Sehun replied casually.

“He has a maid!” Chanyeol exclaimed, grabbing at a bottle of liquor and examining the label. “A booze buying maid - man, that is the life.”

Sehun chuckled, turning his attention to Kyungsoo. “What do you want to drink?”

“Um.” Kyungsoo eyed up the tower of alcoholic options, not knowing one label from another. “Something not strong?”

“Are you sure? You have reason to celebrate.” Sehun playfully pushed at Kyungsoo’s arm. “You passed your math final.”

Kyungsoo stilled. How did Sehun know? The grades wouldn’t be announced until - oh. OH. His mother must have told him. Despite the entire situation likely being a breach of some kind of teacher conduct, Kyungsoo didn’t feel angry. He felt damn proud and happy and “I did?!”

“Hm.” Sehun looked as happy as Kyungsoo felt. “I knew you could do it.”

Kyungsoo wasn’t ready for it, not mentally or physically prepared when Sehun bridged the gap between them, pulling him into a crushing hug. “Good job,” he whispered into Kyungsoo’s ear.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. I am right here.” Chanyeol of course had to make the situation more embarrassing than it already was. Kyungsoo struggled out of the hug, Sehun letting him go easily.

“You want a hug too?” Sehun teased, Chanyeol vehemently denying he wanted anything of the sort.

Kyungsoo didn’t bother to argue about the drink that Sehun ended up making him, even if it tasted kind of nasty and made his mouth tingle as he took a sip. He was too happy - he had passed. He had passed that accursed class and in the process had gotten to know sex on legs, he meant Oh Sehun. He had gotten to know Oh Sehun.

Drink in hand, Kyungsoo followed after Sehun as he walked back to the mix of the party. The feeling of not belonging intensified when Sehun was roped into a conversation with one of his fellow football players, leaving Kyungsoo to sit next to Chanyeol.

“Is that guy checking me out?” Chanyeol nudged Kyungsoo, motioning towards one of the full backs from the school football team. Kyungsoo considered the question. The boy looked drunk, face flushed, all big movements and raised voice. He looked drunk but not even mildly interested in Chanyeol. “No.”

“Oh, I thought…hm…must have been wrong.” Chanyeol took a big drink out of his cup, smacking his lips together as he swallowed. “This is the life, huh Soo?”

Kyungsoo stared down at his drink; maybe if he drank more the party would be palpable. He took a big swig, flinching at the burn. Alcohol tasted horrible, he thought, not understanding why anyone willingly drank it.

“We should drink next time we play D&D. I bet it would be funner that way,” Chanyeol mused, finishing off his drink.

“Funner is not a word.” Kyungsoo followed his friend’s precedence, taking another big swig himself.

“It could be.” Chanyeol started drumming his fingers on the leather sofa, looking around the room. “Should I go mingle? We should go mingle.”

“I don’t want to mingle.”

“I want to mingle.”

“Chanyeol, don’t do something you will regret.” Kyungsoo flashed back to second grade when Chanyeol had thought that climbing the tallest tree on school grounds was something he should do - his doctor and a broken leg wholeheartedly disagreed with his judgement. Or that time in sixth grade when Chanyeol thought stealing the class hamster was also something he should do. His parents and teacher disagreed. Between second guessing his friend and feeling out of place Kyungsoo chanced glances at Sehun, noticing how happy he looked joking and talking with his friends. Not popular, my ass.

“Fine. I will wait until the people come to me,” Chanyeol conceded.

Kyungsoo caught sight of Jongin walking across the room, stopping behind Sehun and rather purposefully wrapping his hands around Sehun’s waist. Kyungsoo bristled, watching the affection between the friends. Was he jealous? He shouldn’t be jealous. They were best friends, best friends showed affection all the time. And then Jongin turned towards Kyungsoo, making eye contact as he pulled Sehun into a tighter back hug.

That was it. Kyungsoo didn’t want to look anymore. He suddenly found the contents of his cup more interesting than staring at Sehun. He could look away, but he couldn’t help but listen, thanks to the way Jongin was practically screaming out his words. “Sehun, your friends look bored. We should play a game.”

“Game?” Kyungsoo heard Sehun ask.

Chanyeol heard as well, barking out a response immediately- Kyungsoo realizing he must already be feeling the effects of the alcohol. “Does anyone have Dance Dance Revolution?”

Kyungsoo wanted to die right then and there. If Chanyeol had asked the question while hanging out with their group of friends after a day of gaming it would result in light teasing and probably end in an actual session with the dance pad Baekhyun kept tucked away for such stupid times. But this…this…was a party in a penthouse where a maid worked and popular kids went to get drunk and gossip and do secret popular kid stuff and …

“Yeah, I do. You wanna go?” Jongin stepped forward, breaking his handsy show with Sehun, issuing a challenge to Chanyeol.

“If you don’t mind losing, jerk face.” Chanyeol stood up, hands on hips, doing his best to once again look taller than he already was.

“Bring it.” Jongin mimed Chanyeol’s stance, staring him down. Half of the room stopped talking, interested in the sudden show in front of them. Kyungsoo remained quiet, fighting abject horror as Jongin fetched the game pad and fiddled with the largest television that Kyungsoo had ever seen in his life. The music was turned down, as Jongin started up the console.

Kyungsoo took another sip of his drink, feeling a tad bit lightheaded from the alcohol. Still, he was nowhere near feeling drunk- he was pretty sure if he was drunk he wouldn’t be as terrified of what was about to happen as he was.

“I can’t believe they are doing this.” Sehun plopped down next to Kyungsoo, taking the place Chanyeol had vacated.

“Me neither.” Kyungsoo felt some relief at having Sehun next to him. He starting to feel relaxed as he watched Jongin scroll through the song selections.

“Our friends are idiots.”

“Agreed.” Kyungsoo took another drink, finishing off the cup. Sehun noticed, reaching over- a bit closer than Kyungsoo found comfortable - and tapping the side of the cup. “Need a refill before the show starts?”

“Sure.” Kyungsoo let Sehun take his cup and disappear back towards the kitchen. Five minutes later he regretted agreeing to a refill- Sehun was stopped on his way back by another football player and ended up standing across the room, two drinks in hand, seeming to forget Kyungsoo’s existence as he watched Jongin and Chanyeol duel off in one of the most ridiculous matches he had ever seen.

Jongin was really good at Dance Dance Revolution, so was Chanyeol. What made the entire situation bizarrely humorous aside from the basic premise of two teenagers having a “who’s bigger” fight over a dance game was the way they glared and made eyes at each other, acting like they were in a high-end dance club with a fortune at stake. It was ridiculously exaggerated movements and challenges, Kyungsoo drowning in second hand embarrassment as Chanyeol wagged his finger at Jongin when his turn was up.

When a drunk girl sat down next to him, spilling part of her drink on Kyungsoo’s lap, he found himself nearing the end of his ability to deal with the situation. “Who invited you?” She slurred her question, Kyungsoo only realizing what she was asking him after thirty seconds of staring at her and mentally deciphering her words.

“Sehun,” Kyungsoo answered quietly, turning back to watch the game.

The girl leaned over like she wanted to say something else, instead she ended up spilling the rest of her drink on Kyungsoo. Grimacing as he felt the liquor dripping down his pants - how would he hide the smell from his parents - he stood up. Shooting the girl a dirty look, ignoring her subsequent laughter, he made his way for a bathroom to clean himself up as best as he could. The only problem was that he wasn’t quite sure where the bathroom was.

He guessed the restroom must be down the hallway opposite the way to the kitchen, judging by the foot traffic he had witnessed. Yet in a place this big there were probably half a dozen bathrooms, and bedrooms and maybe a study and a formal dining room and - Kyungsoo was lost. He walked down the long hall, opening the first door he saw. It turned out not to be a bathroom, yet he entered the room nonetheless; a wall of windows with the most amazing view of the city he had ever seen drew him in.

Kyungsoo knew Jongin would probably eat him alive for wandering around his house, but he couldn’t help it. The view was too breathtaking, he wanted to see it up close for once. Thankfully he didn’t trip over any furniture as he made his way to the window. He pressed his hands to the glass and leaned forward to get a good look at the city before him. When the door behind him opened he stilled for a moment, afraid of who it could be.

“There you are.” It was Sehun, a familiar and welcoming voice. It was Sehun...and they were alone in a dark room. Shit.

Kyungsoo whirled around. “Sorry, I was looking for the bathroom.”

“The view is nice, huh?” Sehun walked to stand next to him.

“Yeah, it is.” Kyungsoo relaxed slightly as Sehun remained still, at least an arm’s length away.

“Soo, thanks for coming.”

“No problem.” Kyungsoo tucked his hands into his jean pockets, rocking his weight on the balls of his feet.

“I actually wanted to talk to you about something.” Sehun sounded worried, nervous perhaps, which made Kyungsoo nervous. He waited for Sehun to continue, a few tense seconds passing before the younger man spoke again. “Well, I don’t know how to say this and honestly I may just be half drunk and you need to forget this tomorrow. I …might like you.”

Kyungsoo couldn’t hide the way his eyes widened, the lights from the city filtering in through the wide windows, bathing the both of them in a low blaze of red and yellow and neon colors. “You…like me? How?” No, the correct question was, “Why?”

“If you don’t um..like guys or if-“

Kyungsoo had never been this bold in his entire life. He liked to play it safe, to hang back and be quiet when his three friends made a ruckus. He liked to spend nights alone watching movies or reading on his phone. He liked to do things as unobtrusively as possible - yet somehow safe seemed like such a frivolous word at the moment. Sehun liked him. Sehun had said he liked him. He moved, an awkward set of motions that had him wrapping his arms around Sehun’s neck so he could pull the younger man down, pressing their lips together.

Sehun was slow to respond, probably shocked, Kyungsoo later thought. Their lips stayed pressed together, chastely, for a good thirty seconds before Sehun responded. When he did Kyungsoo felt like his body was on fire, the heat pooling in his stomach as he felt a pair of well-defined arms wrap around his waist. A nip to his bottom lip had him fighting a moan. He followed Sehun’s lead, parting his lips he gasped as their mouths slotted together.

The feeling of his sweatshirt being lifted was next, Sehun running his hands up the smaller man’s torso. Kyungsoo didn’t feel shy at the contact, only needy. Needy in a way he had never felt in his life, even when he stared after a boy he never thought he would speak to or laugh with or…kiss. He was needy as the realization hit him that it wasn’t some unrequited stupid crush that could never be- it was mutual attraction. Sehun wanted to kiss him. Sehun WAS kissing him.

“Is this okay?” Sehun broke the kiss first, panting, his breath ghosting over Kyungsoo’s cheek.

“Yeah.” Kyungsoo’s voice was raspy. He was catching his own breath when Sehun leaned in for more. The cityscape was their backdrop as Sehun gently moved forward, Kyungsoo finding his back hitting the window. The cool temperature of the window sent a shiver down his spine, a momentary sense of cold quickly replaced with an ever growing heat. Sehun was an amazing kisser, all tongue and teeth working in tandem, seductively nibbling and licking as Kyungsoo lost himself to the sensation.

Their bodies met, Sehun pressing forward until there was no space between them. Kyungsoo could feel Sehun harden against him, their uneven heights resulting in Sehun’s hips and pelvis pressing into Kyungsoo’s tummy. It was a strange sensation, but not an unwelcome one - after all, his body was responding in turn. Kyungsoo could feel his dick harden as Sehun’s hands tightened their grip on his waist. When the younger man dared to rut forward with his hips Kyungsoo thought he would die then and there.

A low and throaty moan, the sounds of a party faintly filling in the gaps, urged Sehun on. Another press forward, then another had Kyungsoo pushing back, the feeling of his dick meeting the stiff fabric of his jeans, the friction of Sehun’s leg, feeling amazing. Teeth clashed as their kisses became more hurried, their movements more frantic. Sehun’s hands found Kyungsoo’s nipples, brushing over them with the pads of his thumbs he elicited a shudder from the older man.

Kyungsoo didn’t have any more reservations about how far he would go and if it was welcome, he needed more. Fiddling in the near darkness he traced a finger down to the waistband of Sehun’s jeans, fingering the button languidly as he began to lick and nibble down Sehun’s neck. A pop of the button, a slow noise as Kyungsoo unzipped Sehun’s pants, and a stifled moan was his reward. Kyungsoo smiled into Sehun’s collarbone, relishing the response he was getting as he began palming the other man through his boxer shorts.

“Ffff.” Sehun sputtered, going tense as Kyungsoo continued to feel his length. Kyungsoo rutted forward once, their height difference causing Kyungsoo’s erection to buck against Sehun’s thighs. Another moan and Kyungsoo became addicted to learning how many more moans he could get out of sex-on-legs. Slipping a hand into Sehun’s boxers, he traced a finger up his length. Sehun shuddered, moving his hands from Kyungsoo’s torso to his shoulders. Kyungsoo took the initiative, taking Sehun’s length full in his hand, testing, then he pumped once, then twice.

Sehun swore. A curse word louder than should have been spoken given the circumstance, causing Kyungsoo to tense for a moment. Kyungsoo stilled for a moment, waiting, afraid someone had heard them. With his hand still on Sehun’s dick, he waited. And then it happened.

Sehun suddenly spasmed; a hot, sticky substance coated Kyungsoo’s hand. It took him a few seconds to realize what had just happened, Sehun had cum.

“Sehun!”

A shout from the hallway.

“Sehun! I am about to kick that nerd’s ass at the game!”

Jongin. It was Jongin.

“Coming.”

Kyungsoo couldn’t believe it as his hold on Sehun’s rapidly softening dick was detached, the younger man backing away. “I…I…” Sehun stuttered, not bothering to look Kyungsoo in the eyes.

He what? Kyungsoo had no idea, too baffled by everything going on to fully realize that Sehun was stuffing his dick back in his pants, righting his clothing, and rushing out the door. Not until he was alone, standing in the light of the city scape, did he realize what had happened. His hand was full of cum, his dick was hard, his pants were stained by a full glass of booze thanks to Miss Drinks-a-lot and he hated everything and everyone in the world.

Kyungsoo didn’t think twice - he wiped his cum-covered hand on the carpeting (largely to piss off Jongin), found a bathroom, cleaned up as best as he could, and left. One look at Chanyeol high fiving half the room and laughing boisterously and he knew that his friend would be fine getting home alone. But would he? Would he be fine?

A weekend spent watching depressing movies and crying told him that no, he probably was not going to be fine.

part one ❀ | part two ❀ | final ❀