CHINGUX 2014: tell me if this is love (1/5) for coeurdelupine

[chinguline]

Title: Tell me if this is love
Author: kyunqsoo
Recipient: coeurdelupine
Pairing/Focus: Kyungsoo-centric; endgame Chansoo, OT4, [+ other pairings]Kyungsoo/Sehun, Chanyeol/Nana, Jongdae/???
Rating: r
Warnings: teenagers having sex + drinking
Length: 41.4k
Summary: It takes Kyungsoo a very long time to figure out just how much Chanyeol means to him. Too bad his timing sucks.
a/n: dear recipient, this probably isn’t exactly what you had in mind and i hope one day i'll be able to write you something much better than this. ♥



“Wow, your eyes are really big!” the kid sitting across from Kyungsoo says in awe and Kyungsoo tugs on the sleeves of his suit jacket, trying to cover his hands with it. Kyungsoo is used to people making comments on the size of his eyes, but the way this kid is looking at him like he’s a rare animal on display makes Kyungsoo feel kind of uncomfortable.

“Thanks?” he mutters uncertainly. “Your ears are big, too,” he says after taking a good look at the other boy.

He’s wearing glasses that seem dorkier than Kyungsoo’s own, round cheeks and big ears that stick out through his hair too much. His pants are dirty on the knees and there’s a scrape along his right cheek; he probably got in a fight with someone and now he’s being sent to the principal’s office because of it. This kid doesn’t seem too concerned, though. Kyungsoo thought this school was supposed to be very strict-or at least that’s what was written down in the brochure his dad gave him a few weeks ago.

“Are you new here?” The boy asks and Kyungsoo nods, muttering a yes under his breath. “Ha, I knew it! I’ve never seen you before and you’re very cute. I would’ve remembered you for sure,” he smiles widely and Kyungsoo winces, because quite honestly-it’s kind of disturbing.

Kyungsoo ignores the comment the kid made and goes back to playing with his hands in his lap, anxiously waiting for his dad to come out from the principal’s office. He’s been in there for twenty minutes now, and how long could it possibly take to sign a couple of transferring documents? It can’t possibly be more than five minutes, right?

“Late transfer?” The boy speaks up again and Kyungsoo mutters a yes again, not even bothering to look at the guy. Maybe if he shows his lack of interest in continuing the “conversation”, then this nosy kid would leave him alone. He’s kind of too preoccupied with waiting for this whole thing to be over with, right now.

When Kyungsoo woke up this morning, he was still very angry despite already having accepted his fate. It’s not easy leaving home and his life behind so he could be locked up in a school because his father wanted him to receive the best education in the country, and Kyungsoo knows that’s only a small fraction of the real reason for his transfer. He expected to go in and meet the principal, watch as his father signs a bunch of documents and leave so he can start his life in here. He’s going to be stuck in here for the next five years so it would be better if he got used to it sooner than later, no matter how much he hates everything about the whole ordeal.

He didn’t expect to be sitting outside in the lobby for so long, answering a bunch of annoying questions from an even more annoying kid.

Kyungsoo has been going to private schools all his life and he’s been forced to wear a uniform-and that’s fine. But being locked up in the middle of nowhere with a bunch of spoiled brats that judge people by appearances and look down on those with less money in their bank accounts than them, makes Kyungsoo fume with anger on the inside. Sure, the kids in his old school were spoiled and bratty, too, but Kyungsoo only had to deal with them during classes. At least he got to go home at the end of the day, and now...

A simple, drawn out "Ah" comes from across Kyungsoo, followed by “How old are you? You look really young, but mom always said not to judge a book by its cover. Are you transferring for primary school, or hmm, maybe middle?” The boy leans back in his seat and casually crosses his arms across his chest, eyes narrowing down to slithers as he evaluates Kyungsoo.

“Middle,” Kyungsoo mutters, still disinterested. Where the hell is his father?!

“Me too! I’m turning fourteen in a few months. I’m Park Chanyeol, by the way,” the boy-or well, Chanyeol as he just introduced himself-says and Kyungsoo looks up at him, brows furrowed. Why is he introducing himself? Kyungsoo was almost sure their conversation had already ended and, oh, he’s leaning over now, outstretching an arm, probably expecting Kyungsoo to do the same and shake his hand.

Kyungsoo looks down at Chanyeol’s hand pointedly, then back at Chanyeol and raises a brow, giving him a no thanks look. He’s really not in the mood for making friends right now, or whatever this guy is trying to do, and besides, his palms are dirty and there’s some dried blood on his knuckles. Gross.

But Chanyeol simply smiles even wider and runs his fingers through his hair, looking like he wasn’t affected at all by Kyungsoo’s cold attitude. “You are interesting,” Chanyeol tilts his head to the side and Kyungsoo tilts his to the other side, trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with this guy. “I like you. You’re cute.”

“How can you like me, I mean, you don’t even know me?” Kyungsoo ask a bit harsher than intended and ignores the fact that Chanyeol called him cute again, for the second time in like, twenty seconds.

Chanyeol just shrugs his shoulders. “So?” He smirks at him and Kyungsoo simply sighs. “I have a feeling we will become really good friends.”

Kyungsoo heaves another sigh and straightens up in his seat, ready to politely tell this guy to shut up. There won’t be any befriending of any sorts as far as Kyungsoo is concerned and if he’s lucky enough, he won’t get to see Chanyeol for the rest of his life.

“Listen-” he starts, but suddenly the door to the principal’s office swings open and Kyungsoo jumps up to his feet, running over to where his father is shaking hands with the principal.

There’s bile rising up his throat and Kyungsoo swallows it down, looking up anxiously at his father. He prays one last time, hoping he was turned down because the score of his entrance exam wasn’t good enough-which would be ridiculous, since his grades and attendance records are pristine-or that he didn’t fit the school’s required standards, but then Mr. Kim turns around to him with a smile on his face and reaches out to shake his hand, congratulating and welcoming him to the school.

Kyungsoo remains frozen at the spot, the realization that this really happened after all, finally catching up with him. He turns around to look at his father pleadingly, trying to get some last minute pity, but he only stares at him in return, looking at him expectantly. And Kyungsoo recognizes that look easily, the don’t-forget-about-your-manners look he gives him every time he introduces Kyungsoo to some possible business partner, wanting to make a good impression.

Kyungsoo quickly bows and thanks the man through his teeth, but pairs it up with a trained smile so his dreadfulness wouldn’t be noticeable.

“The classes for the day are almost done, so you will start on Monday. You will get your measurements for the uniform taken tomorrow afternoon and I’ll send someone to pick you up for a tour after breakfast. Welcome to the school, Mr. Do. I'm sure you will get used to the changes in no time. You will love it here.”

Kyungsoo feels like he's going to throw up.

✩

Kyungsoo comes back to his room after a very long day of classes and meetings with the student council, only to find his friends all sprawled out on his bed.

Jongin’s-Kyungsoo’s roommate-side of the room is empty and he is nowhere to be seen, and Kyungsoo doesn’t even want to imagine the things his best friends did in front of the younger boy to make him leave. Poor Jongin still claims to be Scarred For Life by the first time he saw Baekhyun and Jongdae making out in front of him.

They were waiting for Kyungsoo to come back from dinner with his brother and decided it would be fun to traumatize Jongin to kill time, and quite frankly, Kyungsoo has to agree with his roommate. His friends sometimes act like wild animals in heat and it can be a bit disturbing at times.

Kyungsoo sighs at the unpleasant sight in front of him as he closes the door with his foot.

“You’re late.” Baekhyun says casually as he types something on his phone, not even bothering to look up at Kyungsoo to acknowledge his sudden presence in the room.

“And you’re here,” Kyungsoo sighs again, taking off his blazer to set it neatly on the chair by his desk, “unfortunately. What are you guys even doing here?” He asks, confused, tired and one hundred percent not in the mood to deal with his friends right now.

“We made a bet, remember?” Jongdae pipes up from the floor and Chanyeol nods from where he’s lying next to Baekhyun on the bed, grinning widely at him.

Oh right; the bet.

Between studying and his extra curricular activities, Kyungsoo is starting to lose his mind, let alone keep track of all the bets he makes with his friends.

School started three weeks ago, and yet, Kyungsoo is already swamped in homework and meetings with the clubs he’s in, and on top of all of that, there are the preparations for the annual end-of-the-month Welcome Freshmen party (or the "Welcoming Wagon" as Kyungsoo once suggested they’d call it. Junmyeon only let out an exasperated sigh in response and turned to bark orders at poor Hyeri, the girl that’s always in charge of the catering). This is their senior year in high school and as Jongdae’s older brother told them countless of times during the summer break-they’re screwed.

“Shit, I forgot all about that,” Kyungsoo toes off his shoes next to his closet and flops down on the bed by Chanyeol’s feet. “Can we do it some other time? I’m really exhausted.” He looks pleadingly at Chanyeol because he’s the only one that’s nice to him, but Chanyeol only smiles at him apologetically, offering him a hand to pull him up. Kyungsoo whines as he crawls over to where his best friend is sitting and settles in between his legs, resting his back against Chanyeol’s chest. Ah, that feels nice.

Chanyeol’s embrace is warm and the way he wraps his arms around Kyungsoo’s waist to hold him in place makes him feel relaxed and very sleepy. Chanyeol has always been very touchy; a hand draped over his shoulders as they walk down the hallways together or randomly lifting Kyungsoo up in the air when he's excited about something. Kyungsoo doesn't really mind it nowadays, especially not right now when it feels so comfortable.

“Nope, sorry. Today is the day.” Baekhyun throws his phone on Kyungsoo’s nightstand and turns around to face him for the first time since he arrived.

“Besides, you don’t have to do anything,” Jongdae grins mischievously, standing up from the floor to go fetch the bottle of lube and some condoms from the drawers at Kyungsoo’s desk. “You won so we’ll be doing all the work.”

“Yeah,” Chanyeol agrees with Jongdae, his voice a bit too loud for Kyungsoo’s liking. Chanyeol’s grip on his waist tightens reassuringly as he opens his mouth to speak again, “Let us take care of you.”

Kyungsoo sighs for the nth time and nods, closing his eyes as he leans his head back against Chanyeol’s shoulder. “Fine,” he agrees after a few moments of silence. “But better make it quick. I have important things to do this afternoon.”

“Works for me. I’ll have to leave first to meet up with the principal in like an hour and I have to look presentable,” Baekhyun rolls his eyes and Jongdae snorts as he starts to take his clothes off.

“You never last more than five minutes anyway, so I wouldn’t worry too much if I were you,” Jongdae says teasingly, throwing his clothes in a messy pile on the floor by Kyungsoo’s bed (Kyungsoo would’ve nagged him about it if he wasn’t so damn exhausted, but hey-they’re not his clothes, so why should he bother?) and Kyungsoo manages to let out a little snort at the comment.

Chanyeol starts to guffaw and Kyungsoo can feel the way his chest rumbles and his whole body shakes as he laughs, punching the mattress a few times before he calms down. Chanyeol has always been a bit too expressive.

Baekhyun sends death glares at the three of them as he loosens his tie so he could take it off, throwing it carelessly on the floor behind him. “I’m a growing boy. I have needs,” he huffs out as he takes the rest of his clothes off. “It’s not like you guys are any better.”

“It’s okay, we love you and your shortcomings,” Chanyeol says and both Kyungsoo and Jongdae snort in unison.

Baekhyun sends all of them a nasty look and crosses his arms across his chest like a little kid as he waits for his turn. They ignore him, of course, and Chanyeol starts to unbutton Kyungsoo’s shirt along with Jongdae who quickly joins him by getting rid of Kyungsoo’s pants. He lifts his hips so Jongdae could slide them down his legs, frowning when the said throws them on the floor.

“Hey! You could’ve folded them neatly, or at least put them on the chair,” he comments, shaking his head in disapproval and Baekhyun pinches the bridge of his nose in exasperation. Chanyeol and Jongdae simply chuckle, used to his antics.

“You’re about to get your dick sucked and all you can think about is not getting your clothes wrinkled?” Baekhyun pinches Kyungsoo’s thigh as he settles down on his left side, Jongdae following suit and settling on his right. “This guy is incredible.” Baekhyun mutters, turning around to look incredulously at Jongdae.

“I have to leave right after we’re done, too. Junmyeon hyung wants me to go over some details about the party this weekend,” Jongdae frowns, taking Kyungsoo’s cock in his hand. Kyungsoo isn’t hard yet, but the way Jongdae expertly starts to move his hand and tugs on his cock is quickly starting to change that.

It takes Kyungsoo a while to realize that Chanyeol is still fully clothed, arms still holding Kyungsoo in his embrace. “Hey,” Kyungsoo tilts his head to the side to take a look at him. “What about you?”

“I’m not in a hurry, so I’ll wait for my turn,” Chanyeol smiles down at Kyungsoo, dipping his head to press a chaste kiss to his cheek. Kyungsoo wrinkles his nose but nods and decides to focus all of his attention to Baekhyun and the way his lips feel pressed against his skin.

Baekhyun starts to pepper kisses up Kyungsoo’s stomach and all the way up to his neck, dragging his teeth along his jawline before he tilts his head up for a kiss. It’s rough and needy and short, as it always is with Baekhyun, and soon Kyungsoo can feel his cock stiffen in Jongdae’s hold. It doesn’t take long before he is fully hard, the tip red and wet with precum.

He bites down on Baekhyun’s lower lip when Jongdae’s tongue teasingly flicks at the tip of his cock and under the crown, gasping into Baekhyun mouth. His arousal starts to build up when Jongdae sucks the head into his mouth, his cheeks hollowing out as he slides his lips further down Kyungsoo’s cock, eyes glued to Kyungsoo’s. Baekhyun drags his lips down Kyungsoo’s neck and starts to leave faint marks down his chest, occasionally flicking his tongue against a nipple.

Kyungsoo’s head is starting to spin now, ears buzzing from the pleasure and he can faintly hear the little breathy moans that Baekhyun muffles against his skin, probably stretching himself and prepping for Kyungsoo’s cock. Kyungsoo lets out a long, drawn out moan when the tip of his dick brushes against the back of Jongdae’s throat and he tips his head back against Chanyeol’s chest, eyes rolling back into their sockets from the immense pleasure.

When he opens his eyes, Baekhyun is lying opposite of Jongdae and has one hand outstretched behind his back as he licks at the tip of Kyungsoo’s cock while Jongdae licks along the seam of his ballsack, and fuck-this is even better.

Soon, the two of them set up a rhythm; Jongdae licking a stripe up the underside of Kyungsoo’s cock while Baekhyun mouths down his length and up again, meeting Jongdae at the top to twirl their tongues teasingly along the head at the same time to share a kiss. The sight of his best friends making out like that is the best damn thing Kyungsoo has ever seen and he files away the mental images for later use.

Jongdae wraps one hand around the base of Kyungsoo’s cock to stroke him slowly while he reaches out to help Baekhyun with the other one, and while Kyungsoo can’t see it, he can imagine it perfectly; the way their fingers disappear into Baekhyun's ass, pushing his hips back to fuck himself on them as he moans against Kyungsoo’s cock, sliding his lips down until he meets Jongdae’s hand at the base and back up again.

It’s starting to get too much and he lets his head loll back against Chanyeol’s shoulder, burying his face in the older’s neck to muffle the moans as they slip past his lips, one by one, getting louder as Baekhyun starts to take him in deeper, suck harder.

“I thought you were in a hurry,” Kyungsoo groans out when Jongdae starts to fondle his balls and reaches down to tangle his fingers in the black mess that is Baekhyun’s hair, tugging on it to get his attention. Baekhyun groans, pulling back with a lewd pop and it only takes him a few seconds to get up and position himself on top of Kyungsoo’s lap.

Chanyeol untangles himself from underneath Kyungsoo and gently slips away, helping Kyungsoo settle comfortably against the pillows propped up against the headboard.

Baekhyun is a mess when Kyungsoo looks at him; his hair is sticking to his sweaty forehead and his cheeks are flushed, painted a pretty red color that matches the shade of his swollen lips, moaning softly against Kyungsoo’s cheek when he slides his hands down Baekhyun’s sides to settle on the swell of his ass, squeezing on it roughly. There is lube smeared along the cleft of Baekhyun’s ass and it feels sticky against Kyungsoo’s fingers as he teasingly drags them down, stopping to circle along the rim with his index finger before he pulls back.

Baekhyun is getting desperate now, rutting against Kyungsoo’s hip and panting against the column of his neck while they wait for Jongdae to roll a condom down Kyungsoo’s cock so they could get started already.

Jongdae fists him roughly a few times once he’s done and Kyungsoo hisses through his teeth as Baekhyun lowers himself down on his cock, the stretch still incredibly tight despite having probably four fingers inside of him up till a few minutes ago. He grunts when Baekhyun starts to move his hips in small circles almost immediately, grinding down on Kyungsoo’s cock while he gets used to the breach.

“F-Fuck,” Baekhyun breathes out, placing his hands on Kyungsoo’s shoulders for leverage as he slowly lifts his hips and slams back down, once, twice, thrice, before he sets his own pace and starts to bounce on Kyungsoo’s cock, throwing his head back as he goes. “It’s so g-good,” he rasps out, his whole face scrunching up in pleasure. Baekhyun is practically doing all of the work on his own and all Kyungsoo can do is hold on to Baekhyun’s hips as he impales himself down on his cock.

On his other side, Jongdae is perched on top of Chanyeol’s lap as the said works two fingers in and out of Jongdae’s hole, and the sight of Chanyeol’s fingers disappearing into Jongdae’s ass makes Kyungsoo even harder if possible.

Usually, Baekhyun would look down at him as he rides him, or at least lean down to kiss him messily, but today it looks like he’s lost in the pleasure and too preoccupied with getting off quickly to pay much attention to him. Baekhyun's eyes are closed and his head is thrown back, back arching beautifully from the way he’s leaning backwards, resting his hands on Kyungsoo’s knees so he could fuck himself on his cock better, get him in deeper.

On his left, Jongdae has his tongue down Chanyeol’s throat and it’s making Kyungsoo feel left out, even though he’s too busy fucking someone at the moment. This was supposed to be all about him, after all.

He pouts and places a hand on Jongdae’s forearm to get his attention and the older immediately breaks the kiss with Chanyeol to lean down and lick a hot stripe up the column of Kyungsoo's neck. Kyungsoo sighs contently and looks over to Chanyeol who is staring at him intently, pupils blown wide and glazed over from lust and need.

Chanyeol somehow manages to scoot closer with Jongdae still perched on his lap and kisses Kyungsoo, hard and fast with no finesse, making Kyungsoo growl into it. Between how fucking tight Baekhyun is and how hot Jongdae’s mouth feels against his skin, he doesn’t even care when spit starts to dribble down his chin.

It doesn’t take long before Baekhyun’s moans start getting really loud and desperate, an indicator that he’s close. Chanyeol reaches out with his free hand and wraps it around Baekhyun’s cock, tugging on it harshly a few times before he comes, spilling over his stomach and Chanyeol’s hand. Kyungsoo’s eyes are fixated to the cum that’s slowly drizzling down Chanyeol’s knuckles.

Baekhyun keeps clenching around Kyungsoo as Chanyeol milks him out, helping him ride out his orgasm and Kyungsoo thinks that he’s going to come too if Baekhyun doesn’t get off him in the next three seconds. The way Baekyun throws his head backwards and his chest hollows out as he tries to catch his breath is stunning and most definitely not helping with Kyungsoo’s (not so) little problem.

But it’s like Jongdae can read his mind (and wants to torture Baekhyun, of course) and he pushes Baekhyun to the side, practically crawling over him so he could straddle Kyungsoo’s thighs, quickly working on getting rid of the condom so he could roll another one on.

“Hey,” Baekhyun protests weakly as he flops down on top of Chanyeol, cuddling into his chest. “You are a fucking dick, Jongdae, you know that?”

“Bro, you said you needed to be quick so I just helped you out,” Jongdae winks cheekily at Baekhyun before he takes hold of Kyungsoo’s cock to slide down agonizingly slow. Kyungsoo mutters a quiet fuck under his breath because Jongdae is so so tight; Chanyeol didn’t really put in all of his best efforts into prepping Jongdae, but it’s probably because Jongdae loves it when it burns a little bit.

“Yeah, but I didn’t say you could drag me around like that,” Baekhyun whines and his voice is muffled from where his face is buried in the crook of Chanyeol’s shoulder. Baekhyun has always been a cuddler, especially after having sex.

Jongdae ignores Baekhyun and when he lifts himself up slowly, until only the head of Kyungsoo’s cock is inside and slams back down, Kyungsoo tunes him out too, not really paying attention to what Baekhyun is too busy complaining about, because holy fuck-he forgot how good Jongdae is at this.

Kyungsoo thanks the heavens when Jongdae skips the teasing part and jumps (quite literally) straight to the good stuff, finding his own rhythm in no time. The way Jongdae moves his hips should be considered illegal, Kyungsoo thinks, as he desperately holds on to Jongdae’s thighs, his fingers digging into the supple flesh there.

It’s all happening too fast and too slow at the same time and Kyungsoo thrusts into Jongdae more intently now, bottoming out every time because he really needs to come, like, right now. But Jongdae is the devil incarnate himself and smiles dangerously down at him, beads of sweat rolling down the sides of his face and dropping down on Kyungsoo’s chest as he slows down, grinding so filthily on Kyungsoo’s cock.

Jongdae teases him like that a few times; moving his hips fast and rough only to slow down when Kyungsoo is about to come. By the third time it happens, Kyungsoo gets tired of it and flips them over before Jongdae has time to blink, lifting the older's legs over his shoulders as he fucks him hard, the sound of skin slapping against skin loud in the quiet room.

Chanyeol-helpful as always-takes Jongdae's cock in his hand to jerk him off quickly, letting go once Jongdae comes with a loud cry and makes a mess all over his stomach. Baekhyun leaves right when Jongdae pushes Kyungsoo back, hissing when the head of Kyungsoo's cock catches on the rim as he pulls out.

"Well, that was great and all, but I really have to get going," Jongdae says as he wipes himself clean with Kyungsoo's shirt and slips into his briefs, pants following suit. He doesn't bother to button his shirt before he leaves, throwing a "see you at breakfast tomorrow" over his shoulder.

Chanyeol is the only one left and Kyungsoo is so tired that he barely has it in him to protest when Chanyeol manhandles him on his side and settles behind him, throwing an arm over his waist to keep him close. Kyungsoo is a bit confused, but right now, all he wants to do is come.

Kyungsoo can feel Chanyeol’s erection from where it’s pressed against his lower back and he reaches out to take it in his hand to speed things up, but Chanyeol is quicker than him, grabbing his wrist to stop him right when his knuckles brush against the head.

“You don’t have to worry about me,” Chanyeol chuckles quietly in his ear and his voice is so low and rough that it sends a spark down Kyungsoo’s spine. Kyungsoo wants to tell him that it wasn’t a part of the deal, but Chanyeol cuts him off. “Just go to sleep.”

Chanyeol wraps his hand around Kyungsoo’s cock and doesn’t waste any time, working it quickly up and down until Kyungsoo’s throat feels dry and scratchy and his vision starts to blur, spilling all over Chanyeol’s hand and the bed and himself.

Kyungsoo’s body is so sensitive right now, after being wound up for so long, and he can feel Chanyeol’s breath hitting in quick puffs against his shoulder blade, moist and so incredibly hot, the small callouses on his palm rough around his cock as he strokes him through it. He arches his back against Chanyeol’s body and turns his head to the side to look at him, panting against his cheek as he pushes his hips back against Chanyeol’s cock and into his hand, his whole body thrumming and tingling contently from his orgasm.

He muffles his moans against his pillow when it gets too much and swats Chanyeol’s hand away, who gingerly wipes it on the bedspread and the sheets before he presses it to Kyungsoo’s stomach, stroking him soothingly. It feels so nice; Chanyeol is always so good to him. So, so good.

“Now go to sleep,” Chanyeol speaks quietly and even through his sleep slash post-orgasmic daze, Kyungsoo can tell he’s also getting sleepy.

“But what about you?” he slurs out, trying to keep his eyes open, but it’s practically impossible at this rate, especially when Chanyeol throws a leg over his thighs and snuggles even closer. Kyungsoo hates cuddling and prefers to spread out on the bed as much as he possibly could, but right now, with the sound of Chanyeol’s breathing lulling him to sleep; he doesn’t really care.

“We’ll deal with that tomorrow,” Chanyeol replies lazily and Kyungsoo just nods, closing his eyes and lets sleep take over him.

Kyungsoo wakes up a few hours later with Chanyeol still by his side, and he slowly blinks awake, squinting around the room. The clock on the nightstand tells him that it’s six in the morning and he immediately jumps out of bed once the gears in his brain start working.

Fuck, he was supposed to take a nap, not sleep for twelve hours! He was supposed to finish his Mandarin homework and come up with a bunch of suggestions for tomorrow's student council meeting, maybe watch a movie once he's done. The homework isn't due till Thursday, so it's not really that big of a big deal and he will lie about having to leave campus in a rush to excuse himself in front of Junmyeon.

The lights in the room are on and Jongin’s side of the room is still empty, which isn’t unusual for the younger boy. Kyungsoo is about to call him and scream at him over the phone for staying up all night at the dance studio again, when he remembers he’s at some class field trip in Jeju. He heaves a sigh of relief and settles down by the foot of the bed, running a hand through his messy hair to push the bangs away from his eyes. He should get a haircut.

Chanyeol is still asleep, even though Kyungsoo almost broke the bed in his haste to get up. His mouth is parted open and there’s a line of drool sliding down the side of his cheek; typical Chanyeol. He’s always been a heavy sleeper.

Kyungsoo is in the middle of contemplating whether he should wake Chanyeol up or just go and take a shower and wake him up after he’s done, when the older stirs around and rolls on his back, the bed sheets sliding off his body to reveal his half hard cock. Oh. Kyungsoo almost forgot about last night.

The room smells like sweat and sex and Kyungsoo wrinkles his nose as he rubs at his left eye with his knuckles, fully awake now, and kind of bored. So, he scoots down a bit further on the bed and settles in between Chanyeol’s spread legs, feeling suddenly aware of the dried spunk on his stomach. He’ll take a shower after he wakes Chanyeol up.

Kyungsoo trails his finger down the length of Chanyeol’s cock and the seam of his ballsack, stopping when he reaches Chanyeol’s hole. He rubs over it with his thumb, not pushing in but only adding some light pressure, enough to get Chanyeol to grunt quietly in his sleep.

He takes that as a sign to continue, so he wraps his hand around the base to stroke him slowly, enjoying the way it starts to stiffen and throb in his hold. Once Chanyeol is fully hard, Kyungsoo starts to mouth down the underside, sucking one of Chanyeol’s balls in his mouth and releases it with a wet pop. Chanyeol stirs again and throws an arm over his eyes, face scrunching up as his hips jerk forward on instinct.

Kyungsoo flattens his tongue and licks his way up, flicking his tongue against the head before pulling back just in time to see Chanyeol wake up.

His mouth is parted open and his face is scrunched up in confusion, rubbing at his eyes with the heels of his palms to wake up properly. He wipes at the drool on his cheek with his forearm and his eyes shoot open once he realizes what's going on.

“Good morning,” Kyungsoo greets him nonchalantly, licking at his lips like he didn't have his dick in his mouth up until two seconds ago.

“W-What? What time is it? What’s going on?” Chanyeol asks, voice thick and incredibly low due to sleep.

Kyungsoo sighs; Chanyeol sure has a lot of questions for someone who woke up less than a minute ago, only to find someone spread out naked in between his legs. “Six in the morning. We overslept.” Kyungsoo answers patiently and Chanyeol’s eyes widen comically, looking like they might pop out of his sockets any moment now.

“Shit,” Chanyeol curses under his breath and ruffles his hair.

“You didn’t have any plans for last night, did you?” Kyungsoo asks and leans down to suckle at the vein down the length, looking up at Chanyeol as he does so.

Chanyeol swallows and shakes his head, jaw slack as he watches Kyungsoo take him into his mouth, slowly until his lips reach his fingers wrapped around the base.

"Good." Kyungsoo smiles.

✩

These bets they have going on started way back before Kyungsoo enrolled into the school.

Baekhyun and Jongdae have been best friends since they were three and they met Chanyeol when they were eleven at some stupid summer camp their parents made them all go to, and since they were all bored as hell and stuck in the same school together, they started making bets with each other to make this whole experience more bearable.

It started off with “I bet you can’t sneak in the kitchen and steal some food” and “I bet you can’t hold your breath for more than forty seconds” for which they bet on stuff like money or gaming consoles-nothing they couldn’t afford already, but it brought some excitement into their lives as they say. As time went on and their hormones started getting the better of them, the bets remained silly and pretty much the same, but the stakes went higher. “If I manage to swim a whole lap faster than you, you have to give me head” and so on.

The first serious bet Kyungsoo made was with Baekhyun almost two years ago, when he couldn’t really stand the older boy because of his constant teasing and bragging about how he could score more on their next Geography test than Kyungsoo without even studying for it. At the time, Kyungsoo didn’t want to stoop down to Baekhyun’s level, but he knew he could do better than him, and if he could get a chance to make Baekhyun finally shut up-why not go for it?

Kyungsoo won-just like he knew he would-and Baekhyun ended up giving him his first blowjob, which was just the beginning of Kyungsoo’s sexual adventures.

Now, it’s less about the bets and more about helping each other relax when school gets too much to deal with, along with the constant pressure by their parents about holding up to the family names. They all have older sibilings that attended the school years ago (sans Kyungsoo; Seungsoo went to a normal private school that was only ten minutes away from home) and they all achieved something worth remembering, so now all of the burden to keep up with appearances and do better than them falls on their shoulders.

They lend each other notes for their exams and a helping hand (or mouth) whenever it’s needed, help each other out in fights and set off the fire alarms whenever one of them needs to sneak out of the campus. Always together, always looking out for each other.

The latest bet however, happened during the summer while they were lazying around on the porch of Jongdae’s family summer house in the Hamptons.

“I only got detention two times last year, unlike you,” Jongdae snorted, reaching out to smack Baekhyun’s arm. “You practically lived in the principal’s office.”

“You even got to first name basis with the teacher that was in charge of detention,” Kyungsoo added quickly, scoffing at Baekhyun.

Kyungsoo clearly remembers Baekhyun and that guy exchanging phone numbers after their last class together, before he decided to become an artist instead of being a substitute teacher-or whatever his role in the school was. Kyungsoo always spent his two hours of detention doing his homework while the guy chatted with someone over Skype, so he never really learned much about him.

Kyungsoo rarely gets into detention, but when he does, it’s always someone else’s fault.

Like Chanyeol’s, for example.

They once got caught in the middle of the night while they were trying to break into the kitchen to grab something to eat, but Chanyeol tripped on his way down the stairs, somehow managing to knock over a few potted plants and a statue on his way down, thus putting an end to their adventure a few minutes after it started.

It was loud and embarrassing and very painful. It only took two minutes for the night guard to come to the scene of the crime and because Chanyeol was limping from the fall, they weren’t able to run away fast enough.

“Go! Save yourself!” Chanyeol yelled at Kyungsoo dramatically, dropping down to his knees when the pain got the better of him. Kyungsoo simply rolled his eyes and contemplated smacking him on the head, but the poor thing was already wounded enough, so he opted for just telling him he was an idiot.

Friends save your ass when you’re in trouble, but real friends, the best ones there are, stay with you so you wouldn’t have to be punished on your own, even when they didn’t do anything wrong.

And that’s exactly what Kyungsoo did; stayed with Chanyeol and sat through an agonizing meeting with the vice-principal until three in the morning. After that was done, he dragged Chanyeol back to his room and didn’t complain when Chanyeol started to cuddle with him, because Chanyeol was (still is) a big baby, even though he didn't really deserve it. He was the one who got them into trouble, after all.

Chanyeol’s parents paid the costs for the damage their son caused, while he and Kyungsoo had to reorganize the storage room in the library. It took them almost two weeks to file everything neatly and in a proper alphabetical order (after photocopying their butts, of course), and the following weekend Chanyeol took Kyungsoo to Apgujeong station and bought him all the Takoyaki he could eat until his stomach threatened to burst.

Kyungsoo felt proud of himself for staying with Chanyeol instead of running away to save his own ass, because at the end of the day, Chanyeol’s track record of being Do Kyungsoo’s Number One Best Friend is far better than Kyungsoo’s. And besides, Chanyeol kept letting out these little whiny puppy sounds that made Kyungsoo feel (almost) sorry for him.

After an hour of arguing, they ended up making yet another bet, this time about Baekhyun and how long it would take him to get into trouble.

“I say a month,” Jongdae chimed in loudly, raising his hand in the air.

“Do you even know Baekhyun?” Kyungsoo gave him a deadpan look before writing it down in his phone so they wouldn’t forget their bets.

“Well I say a week,” Chanyeol sighed as he crossed his arms behind his head to use them as a pillow, cap hung low over his face.

“You guys are assholes,” Baekhyun pouted like a little kid. “Why don’t you find something better to do with your lives instead betting on me like I’m a race horse or something?”

“Three weeks,” Kyungsoo said, jotting down his own bet too. “Whoever's guess is the closest, wins.”

“Wins what?” Jongdae asked over the rim of his glass of water.

Then followed a moment where they all looked at each other-even Baekhyun- trying to come up with something interesting. By this point, they’ve pretty much used everything: sex, money, pulling pranks on each other and other unfortunate souls (like freshmen year when they made Kyungsoo put laxatives in Junmyeon's chocolate milk. Junmyeon never found out who the perpetrator was, but he still suspects Kyungsoo and his little gang of friends had something to do with it), food and drinks-you name it, they’ve probably done it already.

“The usual?” Jongdae suggested and the rest of them agreed to it, shrugging their shoulders indifferently.

“Deal.”

“I fucking hate you guys.”

It’s okay, we hate you too.”

At the end, Kyungsoo won the bet. It only took Baekhyun two weeks and five days to get into trouble, making his bet the closest.

✩

“We should go somewhere this summer.” Chanyeol says thoughtfully, strumming another chord on his guitar.

They’re in the music room on the third floor, Kyungsoo on his usual spot at the teacher's desk while Chanyeol sits by the piano on his left.

“Don’t we always?” Kyungsoo snorts without even looking up at his friend.

“Yeah, but I mean, like, go away somewhere together,” Chanyeol starts, “just the two of us, y’know. Spend a whole month together, or two maybe! We never get to hang out like this anymore-just the two of us.”

“Well, then what would you call this?” Kyungsoo looks up this time and gestures between them with his hand. “We’re alone right now, aren’t we?” He looks around the empty room for emphasis and Chanyeol just gives him an you-know-what-i-mean look and Kyungsoo nods. Chanyeol does have a point.

The two of them and Satan’s little minions are constantly together, but this is something only the two of them do. This is their room, their hiding place where Chanyeol plays Kyungsoo his latest compositions, and sometimes, he shows Kyungsoo the lyrics when he's not shy and Kyungsoo sings along, reading the lines scribbled down messily in Chanyeol’s old algebra notebook. (“Why don’t you use a different one? Just for your lyrics.” “It’s easier this way.” “Fine. Suit yourself.”)

There are times when it takes Chanyeol a few hours till he loosens up and Kyungsoo sits there patiently, organizing his notes, and sometimes it takes Chanyeol a few days, but that’s okay too. Kyungsoo doesn’t mind it. The sound of Chanyeol’s low voice humming along to the song in his head is soothing and nice, providing the perfect background noise.

“So, what did you have in mind?”

“I don’t know,” Chanyeol speaks around the lime green guitar pick he’s holding between his lips and shrugs. He takes it in his hands before he continues. “Go backpacking through the country. Or go to Europe, maybe? Dunno. We can go to London. I know how much you like the weather there. We can go to pubs and get drunk, like, really messy drunk! One last vacation before we go to college and start living life as adults,” Chanyeol grins mischievously and Kyungsoo rests his chin on his open palm, thinking about what it would be like to spend a whole month only with Chanyeol. It would probably be very agonizing and Kyungsoo would spend the whole time being torn between killing Chanyeol or killing himself, but it would still be the best vacation ever.

“What do you say?” Chanyeol asks excitedly and Kyungsoo knows Chanyeol has been thinking about this for a while now. He probably has a list of all the places he wants to visit all set up, googling them and writing down everything on his phone so he wouldn’t forget a thing.

“But what about the Hamptons?” Kyungsoo almost forgot about their tradition, the four of them spending the last week of summer vacation in Jongdae’s beach house.

“We can do that too, at the end,” Chanyeol nods. “First, we’ll go do Real World stuff and have a blast, then come back to get everything set up for college, and off to the Hamptons we go!” Chanyeol exclaims loudly, raising his fist in the air and Kyungsoo rolls his eyes at Chanyeol’s antics, but smiles anyway.

“Okay,” he agrees. “I think we can pull it off.” A whole summer away from home, his father and wife number three, spent with his best friends. It sounds perfect. “Count me in.”

✩

There are thousands of reasons why one should never befriend Jongdae and Baekhyun, and #104 would be their inability to stop being so damn annoying, especially Baekhyun.

Kyungsoo had been thirteen when he first had a drink. It was at his father’s wedding with wife number three and Seungsoo dragged him outside in the garden and gave him a glass of champagne.

“The only way to survive this parade is to get drunk,” Seungsoo had told him, clinking their glasses together and Kyungsoo laughed, drinking almost half of it in one go.

Kyungsoo didn't get drunk and had spent the rest of the night faking smiles at the guests who kept cooing at how much he'd grown, asking him if he was happy for his father and whatever her name had been. His dad never stayed with one woman for more than a few months and after two failed marriages-including the one with his mom-and one failed engagement, Kyungsoo had stopped pretending like he cared about who those women were. None of them had managed to stay long enough, and Kyungsoo had just known that one wasn’t going to last long, either.

The first time Kyungsoo got drunk, really, really drunk, had been when he was fifteen.

It had happened at Chanyeol’s birthday party and he'd been dragged by Baekhyun into the kitchen where Jongdae was too busy making soju bombs, careful not to get caught by anyone. One drink had led to another and then to seven, and suddenly Kyungsoo was sitting with Yura in the bathroom, listening to her rant about her ex-boyfriend. She was crying and kept dabbing at her eyes with a towel so she wouldn’t ruin her make up, and something-the alcohol, most probably-had made him lean in closer than necessary to kiss her. On the lips. He kissed his best friend’s sister, who also happened to be his crush at the time.

It was very short and very awkward and she hugged him afterwards, chuckling in his ear and ruffled his hair in a way Chanyeol’s mother used to when he and Chanyeol were kids. Kyungsoo stayed in the bathroom for an hour after Yura left, face redder than a tomato, completely and utterly mortified.

Yura told Chanyeol about the kiss, who got mad at Kyungsoo and didn’t talk to him for a week. Kyungsoo apologized thousands of times and was forced to swear on Chanyeol’s precious guitar that he would never, ever, ever kiss his sister again.

Kyungsoo’s crush on Yura died that night (along with his dignity), in the bathroom on the second floor at the Park residence, as soon as Yura walked out and closed the door shut behind her.

Yura sometimes teases him about it and Kyungsoo laughs and doesn’t blush so much as he used to at the beginning, and sometimes their dad mentions it too, and it’s okay. Several years have passed since then and talking about that unfortunate incident doesn’t bruise Kyungsoo’s pride and ego so much these days.

But it’s different when Baekhyun and Jongdae do it, like tonight for example.

“Woah, slow down there tiger!” Baekhyun chuckles obnoxiously in his ear. “We don’t want you to go around kissing people again. I guess it’s a good thing Yura isn’t here tonight.”

Jongdae laughs like a maniac even though Baekhyun says the same damn thing every single time they see Kyungsoo with a drink in his hand. Chanyeol glares at Baekhyun, apparently still not over the whole kissing incident.

Baekhyun opens the flask and drapes himself over Kyungsoo’s back as he pours some vodka in Kyungsoo's glass, still laughing loudly in his ear. Kyungsoo tries to shrug him off, but it’s useless. Baekhyun is like a leach.

“Get off me,” Kyungsoo hisses through his teeth, somehow managing to push Baekhyun away from him. He gives him a saccharine sweet smile as he continues, “or I’ll cut off your genitals and make wind chimes out of them.”

“Jeez, okay,” Baekhyun scoffs and punches Kyungsoo on the shoulder. “It’s just a joke, Christ. You are such a party pooper.” He says as he grabs Jongdae’s hand and pulls him towards the direction of the dance floor.

“Five bucks says they’re gonna spike up the punch bowls again,” Kyungsoo says and Chanyeol laughs, scooting over so he could sit next to Kyungsoo.

A part of Kyungsoo wishes they would get caught like last year; that blow kinda hurt.

The night passes by in a blur of listening to Chanyeol talk about the restaurant his mother plans on opening and trying not to hurl all over himself and his best friend. The room is starting to spin and the edges are kind of blurred. It’s getting really hot, too.

“Dude, you okay?” Chanyeol asks worriedly and waves a hand in front of Kyungsoo’s face. Ugh, it’s only making Kyungsoo feel even dizzier.

Kyungsoo nods, slapping Chanyeol’s hand away and waves him off, taking off his blazer so he would cool down a bit. It’s even hotter than before, so he unbuttons the top two buttons of his shirt, hiking up his sleeves up to his elbows messily. He’s too drunk to care if they get wrinkled or not, even though he didn’t have a lot to drink. Baekhyun must’ve slipped him something else instead of vodka; something much stronger.

“Hey, lets go and get some fresh air. What do you say?” Chanyeol grins and Kyungsoo groans at the thought of getting up, but doesn’t protest when Chanyeol pulls him up, wrapping an arm around his waist so he wouldn’t fall down.

The hallways are packed with students, all of them running around and blending in with the sea of high heels and flashy dresses, black suits and hanging bow ties, and Kyungsoo feels sick after rushing past them. He has no idea where Chanyeol is taking him but he hopes he would hurry up already before he embarrasses himself in front of the entire school.

Suddenly, Chanyeol comes to a stop and before Kyungsoo has time to blink, the sound of a door being unlocked and the soft smell of chlorine welcome him. The pool.

The room is empty (like it should be, since the pool closes after six p.m.) and the icy blue ripples dance along the walls, the lights installed inside the pool the only source of light. Chanyeol grins at him as he starts to take his clothes off, throwing them on a nearby chair, taking his watch and phone off, too.

Kyungsoo stares at him for a moment, not really sure how he feels about swimming while he's drunk, but follows too, setting down his clothes and belongings on the chair next to Chanyeol's stuff. Chanyeol is already running towards the pool when Kyungsoo turns around and he dives right in, splashing water everywhere.

"You're such a kid," Kyungsoo tsks and opts for sitting down at the edge instead of diving in, slowly dipping his feet in the water. The temperature is nice but it does help him cool down, so he dips his legs too, the water reaching right underneath his kneecaps. He sits there quietly, swaying his legs back and forth as he watches Chanyeol swim towards the opposite end.

"And you are so boring!" Chanyeol shouts at him and starts swimming back, coming to a stop when he reaches Kyungsoo. "Dude, come in, the water is great!" Chanyeol hollers and the sound of his voice is too loud, echoing throughout the whole room and bouncing off the walls to make Kyungsoo's head pound.

"I don't know," Kyungsoo shrugs and kicks some water in Chanyeol's face, making him yell in surprise.

Before he has time to escape, Chanyeol grabs him by the ankles and pulls him forward, making him slip off the edge and fall into the pool in front of Chanyeol.

"I'm going to kill you," Kyungsoo hisses, spitting out the water that got into his mouth and pushes the hair back from his face, throwing himself at Chanyeol, trying to drown him.

They struggle and fight like that for a while, the sounds of their laughter and water swooshing around probably loud enough to catch someone's attention. They should tone it down a bit if they don't want to get caught, even though the pool is at the other side of the building. Chanyeol starts screaming even louder when Kyungsoo manages to sneak an arm around his neck and pull him in a chokehold.

"Let me go!" Chanyeol flails around with his arms and Kyungsoo tightens the grip to keep him in place, but not strong enough to actually strangle him. "I'll stop, I promise, just let me go!"

Kyungsoo huffs but lets go of him, rolling his eyes when Chanyeol rubs at his neck dramatically, sticking his tongue out like he was really strangled.

"Bro, when did you get so strong?" Chanyeol whines as he leans his back against the edge of the pool. "Have you been secretly working out, or something?"

"I've always been stronger than you," Kyungsoo snorts, "and you've always been weak, so there's also that."

Chanyeol whines and pouts like a kid, muttering a quiet "I'm not weak" under his breath.

"Are you feeling better now?" Chanyeol asks and Kyungsoo nods. "You looked like you were gonna hurl."

"Yeah, I'm fine." Kyungsoo smiles and floats in the water in front of Chanyeol. His head is still spinning a bit, but at least he doesn't feel so hot anymore.

He stands there and watches as the muscles in Chanyeol's arms flex when he pushes the hair back from his face, wiping the water from his face. There are a few droplets sliding down in between Chanyeol’s brows and Kyungsoo steps closer, reaching out to follow them with his index finger, gently running his fingertip down the slope of Chanyeol's nose and comes to a stop when it settles in the dip of his philtrum.

Kyungsoo uses his thumb and index finger to tilt Chanyeol's chin down and leans in to press a kiss below his bottom lip, to one corner of his mouth then the other, feeling Chanyeol’s hot breath fan over his cheeks as he exhales shakily.

“You’re so bad for me.” Chanyeol whispers, voice wavering and more low than usual and Kyungsoo pulls back enough so he could properly look at him. For the first time in five years he can’t read the expression on Chanyeol’s face and it’s starting to make Kyungsoo a little bit uncomfortable. It’s like he’s at an unknown territory all of a sudden and it’s not something he’s used to, especially not when it comes to Chanyeol.

Instead of trying to decipher the look on Chanyeol’s face, Kyungsoo focuses on his hands where they rest below his waist, his grip tight and secure. He’s looking down at Kyungsoo with such intensity in his eyes, like Kyungsoo is the only person he ever wanted to see and it makes Kyungsoo’s whole body shudder. Kyungsoo almost forgets how to breathe when Chanyeol's lips press against his own, sucking on his bottom lip slowly.

“So terribly bad,” Chanyeol tugs on Kyungsoo’s lower lip with his teeth as he pulls back, shaking his head.

“What do you mean?” Kyungsoo furrows his eyebrows, his fingers dancing up the back of Chanyeol’s neck, interlocking when they reach the short hair at the nape.

Chanyeol doesn’t say anything, instead, kisses him hard enough to make him stumble back a few steps. Chanyeol’s grip around his waist tightens and he keeps Kyungsoo in place so he wouldn’t slip and fall into the water.

Usually, Chanyeol would always stop for a split second or two to ask for Kyungsoo’s approval before he’s about to do something, whether he speaks up or lets his eyes do all the talking. But this time he dives right in, capturing Kyungsoo’s lips in between his smaller ones, slowly coaxing them open before Kyungsoo has the time to nod or tell him that it’s okay; you can do anything you want.

Kyungsoo has kissed Chanyeol plenty of times before but this-this is something new. This one is so intense and for some reason it’s filled with emotions and feelings they always said they wouldn’t develop for each other, and it makes Kyungsoo’s heart tighten.

A voice at the back of his head screams at him, telling him to back off if he doesn’t want to complicate things, but the way Chanyeol’s tongue slides against his makes his toes curl against the wet tiled floor and he can’t find it in him to pull back, tell Chanyeol that this isn’t right.

It should feel wrong, so terribly wrong, the way Chanyeol’s lips move against his, forbidden almost. But Chanyeol steps closer to press their bodies flush together, deepening the kiss even more, tilts his head to the side and slides his hands up and down Kyungsoo’s back when Kyungsoo shivers in his hold. Chanyeol kisses him like he has something to prove but Kyungsoo isn’t so sure if he wants to find out what it is.

Their foreheads are pressed together when they pull back, Chanyeol’s wet hair ticklish against Kyungsoo’s exposed forehead. They stay like that, staring at each other’s lips for what feels like ages as they wait for their breathing to go back to normal. Kyungsoo wants to ask him what he meant by what he said before he kissed him, the words stuck to the tip of his tongue, but he knows better than that. He might be drunk and his brain-to-mouth filter might be loosened up a bit, but he has this terrible, gut-wrenching feeling that he shouldn’t.

“Are you feeling better now?” Chanyeol asks him again, speaking up suddenly that it almost startles Kyungsoo.

He feels even hotter than before, thanks to that kiss, but he nods anyway. “Yes, thank you,” he says quietly, licking at his lips and he sees the way Chanyeol’s eyes are immediately drawn to it, following as it swipes from one corner to the other.

The way Chanyeol looked at him before he kissed him makes him fret uncomfortably. He can’t think of a time when anyone has ever looked at him like that before, not even when he was dating Hyunsik who was head over heels for him, and it unnerves him; the feeling new and foreign, making goosebumps raise up his skin.

So, he leans in again, presses his lips against Chanyeol’s for another kiss, trying to feel like he’s in control over the situation like he normally is, mostly wanting to make Chanyeol stop looking at him like that.

It’s better this way, Kyungsoo thinks, biting onto Chanyeol’s upper lip hard enough to draw out blood, swallowing down all of the gasps and hisses that slip past Chanyeol’s lips. His nerves are starting to calm down and he slides his hands up and down Chanyeol’s biceps, feeling the muscles flex underneath his hands when Chanyeol grabs him firmly by the hips and pulls him even closer.

It’s better this way, when he can’t feel Chanyeol’s eyes on him, tearing him apart slowly and assembling him back, piece by piece.

Suddenly, the soft click of a key card being slid into the lock makes them pull back from each other as if they’ve been burned, and they stare at each other with wide, frightened eyes as they wait for whoever is on the other side of the door to come in.

Kyungsoo prays to the heavens that it’s just Jongdae and Baekhyun coming to join them, or someone else that wouldn’t get them into trouble, but as the door opens wide and the clicks of stiletto shoes against the marble floors start getting louder, Kyungsoo knows they’re dead.

✩

After an hour and a half of sitting in the principal's office with towels and blankets wrapped around them, Kyungsoo and Chanyeol are free to go back to their rooms. For breaking into the pool they both got a month of separate detention; the school counselor thought it would be for the best if the two of them worked for their punishments alone, since Kyungsoo mostly gets into trouble when he's with Chanyeol.

"It's always either you two or your friends," the counselor had said, looking at them suspiciously. "I can't risk putting the two of you together again. You might blow up the entire school."

They lied through their teeth throughout the whole meeting, claiming the door had already been unlocked when they got in, but it didn't stop Mrs. Song from confiscating Chanyeol's key card. She even made the night guard escort them back to their rooms "Just in case you little rascals decide to break in elsewhere" and Kyungsoo barely had the chance to ask Chanyeol if they were still on for tomorrow's study date in the library.

Chanyeol sends him a message later that night, just as he's about to fall asleep.

i have 2 go home for the weekend
see u monday

Kyungsoo shrugs and types back an ok see u then before he locks the screen of his phone and sets it on his nightstand, going back to sleep.

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