♙ DO KYUNGSOO

Kyungsoo sounds like a world class ography star. His mouth is slack and wide open for Sehun to see just how bad he was wrecking his body. The shaking thighs weren’t a big help either, because the tightening hold on his lover’s waist was the only grasp he had on his sanity right now. The smaller has never had an encounter like this. Even back then with—what was his name? Kyungsoo forgot. Even back then with his friend’s hyung, it hadn’t felt this scorching hot or intimate. It was more like Kyungsoo was taken advantage of by a hormonal teenage boy in high school.

At this point in their vigorous love making, the noises coming from both of their mouths and their bodies is lewd enough for Kyungsoo to start worrying about their neighbors. Would they hear how the headboard bumped against the wall? Or maybe they would hear his high pitched wails and his mewls, calling out for Sehun? All of that thinking made his body flush, and the heat that radiated from him probably sent out signals to his lover saying that he was embarrassed. Their movement becomes even more violent than it already is, locks of hair flying in all directions as Kyungsoo’s head thrashes left to right on the down pillow.

Sehun unleashes his full power on Kyungsoo’s body and he just can’t take it any longer. The head of his boyfriend’s thick jams itself into his prostate. A good move by Sehun, if you asked him. Kyungsoo’s back arches off the bed in ecstasy, his eyelids fluttering closed as strings of sticky white fluid bursts from the slit of his length. His voice spikes up at least an octave than where it already was, a squeal coming from his spent and swollen lips as he releases all over his own abdomen and Sehun’s. They’re covered in white and the covers start to soak in the bodily fluid, but Kyungsoo doesn’t care. In his mind, all is blank and his entire body twitches slightly, overwhelmed by the feeling of such an explosive . It’s about five seconds after his release that he starts to breathe again, albeit choppy and unbalanced. Kyungsoo whimpers at the overstimulation and grips the thick strands of Sehun’s hair, tugging and pulling in hopes of gaining some purchase on all the pleasure he feels at the moment. His body slumps to the bed and he’s pliant to the touch, body practically becoming goo under the ministrations of his lover. There’s a dazed look in his eyes and his legs are still wide open, but all of that isn’t even a worry to him right now.

@〈 ST 〉Do Kyungsoo Maybe he should Kyungsoo against every piece of furniture in the house for good measures. Sehun turns that thought over in his head as his tapered fingers grip at the boy’s sides and works his length in and out of Kyungsoo harshly, making soothing noises as his hands settle at Kyungsoo’s hips to hold him steady for it as he s up into him more firmly with a faster pace. He and nips along Kyungsoo's jaw and shoulder, sliding his teeth gently over the neck as Sehun continues to snap his hips into him. He didn't know what was better, the tight heat of Kyungsoo, or the deep guttural moans eliciting from the boy's lips.

But as far as he’s concerned, the noises Kyungsoo made were exquisite to Sehun’s ears, little compositions of gasps and whimpers coupled with sonatas of moans. He was already so close to coming due to the minor seductions from before being extremely y and having riled him up. His lips part, Sehun breathing through his teeth as a thin layer of sweat begins at his hairline. He grips one of Kyungsoo's soft thighs, sure to leave a bruise later on as his movement begins to grow almost violent. His hair is disarrayed and his skin is so hot to the touch and Sehun thinks that he must look the same.

The younger releases a string of moans as Sehun showed no signs of relenting in his exact and strong s. Sehun keeping the pace as wraps his arms around Kyungsoo's lithe body, nails softly scratching at the skin with frustration and heat, ing faster into the tight heat as far as Kyungsoo's writhing body will allow. Kyungsoo is wrecked, the sounds of his slapping against Sehun’s thighs nothing short of obscene. He takes pride in the fact that as far as he knows, he is the only person who can turn Kyungsoo into this; a trembling, mess. Using his hands as a means to gain momentum, Sehun tightens his hold on Kyungsoo’s thighs and pulls his hips forward, slamming them into his own. Sehun’s pushes against the spongy nerves inside of the latter, and he takes to making sure that he slams into that same spot with every re-entry into Kyungsoo’s body. The lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin and squelching fills with room, accompanied by the desperate cries of pleasure that came from both men. Sehun tips his chin back and presses an open-mouthed kiss to silence the latter, his hand finding it’s way between Kyungsoo’s legs where his is tender and dripping strings of precum. His palm is still slightly slick and it fists Kyungsoo from base to tip in firm tugs, wanting to see Kyungsoo come undone.

Kyungsoo’s position is shifted and soon he finds his shoulder being cupped by a large, calloused palm. It was no question that Sehun was going to sink himself in soon, because the look on the other’s face simply stated that it was going to happen. From where the smaller, submissive man was now, Sehun’s length didn’t seem all that intimidating. At first it seemed too large – almost too big – but Kyungsoo was sure that it wouldn’t hurt as much as people claimed it would. There were so many stories of intimacy gone wrong, where people had to have gone to the hospital because they ended up with bleeding areas and so many other gruesome tales that Kyungsoo was scared of at one point, even with the reassurance that it felt like heaven on earth. But at this moment he knew that it hurt. That was all that was in his mind because Sehun was a lot thicker, a lot heavier than what met the eye. Kyungsoo’s back arched off the bed at a painful angle, his mouth wide open as hands curled and curled to cope with the pain that up his spine and into his head. “O-oh god Sehun…” He drawled out a long, pained moan, his walls clamping down on the length as it started to move in and out of his body, rocking slowly.

Eventually the stronger of the two sped up to what was their pace right now, causing friction down below and the bed to start creaking. The tiny thought of his bed frame breaking in the midst of their vigorous love making was there, but it wasn’t what was distracting him from all rationality. What made him wail in desperation and curl his toes at the feeling was the pure pleasure that spiked up his body, rendering all proper thoughts and speech useless. At this point Kyungsoo was reduced to a , whimpering mess, the feeling of Sehun gliding in and out of his body so effortlessly making him squeal like a newborn. He bucked his hips the best they managed to, wanting to gain more friction so that one spot, the one that made him see stars, was just brushed against. Even the tiniest of touches was enough to make him scream in pleasure, and here he was trying to get that one touch. Almost a second later, the head of Sehun’s jabbed straight into the spongy gland, making him practically scream from the excruciating pleasure. “Sehun! O-oh right there! Please, hyung!” The whimpers that came from his lips were nothing less than wrecked, and neither was his expression or actions. Slim thighs desperately tried to keep themselves hooked around Sehun’s waist, and his head thrashed back and forth. Kyungsoo’s eyes were almost all the way lidded, tears forming because of the overwhelming heat pooling below. His face was one of pure bliss as he whispered Sehun’s name.

@〈 ST 〉Do Kyungsoo Who would have thought that such a distraught boy be such a freak in bed. The only turns him on more and more, his arousal heightening with each vulgarity that leaves those soft pink lips. It gives him a sick little twist of pleasure and he’d feel worse about it if he didn’t know Kyungsoo gets impatient from just Sehun’s little wordplay. He can play at being gentle but mostly it’s overdone saccharine just to rile Kyungsoo enough he knows he’s risking having a clump of hair tugged out later. His sharp hearing doesn't miss the noises slipping past the other's plump lips, his ears in fact tuning in and only heightening his carnal interest. The boy looks and sounds so submissive, willing and allowing to let the older do whatever he pleased, and being the hidden assertive animal he is, he can't help but relish in the sensation of it all while he watches every inch of white skin unveil itself in all its smooth, carefully defined glory. The kid has the body of a god, and at this point in the game, Sehun is going to wreck it without remorse.

He shuffles forward on his knees between Kyungsoo’s legs as one of his hands finds Kyungsoo’s hip, thumb rubbing over the flesh there, the other likely at the base of his to guide himself. Kyungsoo tied up might just be Sehun's favorite sight aside from one of the teachers in a pair of hotpants. His hips are pressed snug against the swell of Kyungsoo’s and his hands are stroking up Kyungsoo’s sides like he’s proud of him. He’s not even concerned of breaking the poor boy, since after all he asked for it. "And I better be the first and only thing in your mind when it comes to any thing related to this," he hisses in a husky voice. He kisses behind his ear, hooking the boy’s long, alabaster legs around his waist as he seemingly sinks in deeper, long and precise at first, then short and frantic. He anchors one of his hands on the knob of Kyungsoo’s shoulders and then he’s ing Kyungsoo properly, deep sure s to try to have the boy mewling and rocking forward with the force of them. He’s breathless now, murmuring filthy words of encouragement, and then it must sink in just right because Sehun groans and his body curls up on itself defensively, starting to pick up the pace as his s become more aggressive. The bed is creaking dangerously and Sehun worries briefly in the back of his hazy, -crazed mind that they might lose their pace or break the bed.

@〈 ST 〉Oh Sehun Kyungsoo was absolutely sure that by now he was being filmed or something because nothing on this set in his own bedroom lacked the main components of a movie. There was the heavy breathing, the broken moans, and of course the lewd squelching of fingers penetrating his body with the fluids of lube and his own body guiding the slick digits in and out of him. He groans and arches his back even higher, wanting to have the other’s inside him, ripping his rims open because of his girth. Kyungsoo bites down on his lip and looks up at Sehun, his expression completely lewd, one worthy to be painted as a mural for some sort of museum. He whimpers and tugs at the bowtie, wondering just how he looked because he was tied off like some kind of present for Sehun. “Please hyung please.. please please..” At this point Kyungsoo didn’t care. All he wanted was release and obviously his boyfriend was being cruel, and not granting his wish. “I-I’ll do whatever you want just.. Please, Sehunnie.. I want it so much.” Just as his lover demanded, his voice strained itself and now he was pleading with all of his strength, yelling as much as he could.

There was no way Kyungsoo was going to deal with the need that clawed at his chest like a baby. He was going to get what he wanted and no one would say otherwise. “Hyung you’re going to put it in me.” He whispers, rubbing his thigh against the rock hard organ that pulsed and twitched under his touch. The head was just so red and swollen that Kyungsoo his lip and looked at the member like it was a kind of meat – it was in a way, but there was absolutely no way he was going to admit that to Sehun. The smaller of the two tugs on the bowtie once more and stares up with half lidded eyes, rutting his hips in rhythm with his breathing. “Please Sehunnie.. I want you..” There was no way he was actually this ty. In fact in the back of his head he was crying to himself because he was being so dirty at the moment.

“I-I know you want to take me.. I know you’re mad about Jinhyun. But don’t you want to make me forget about him completely and only think about you?”

@〈 ST 〉Do Kyungsoo Sehun could be filming this and Kyungsoo would never even know. He wants to do it, wants to know he’s finally broken the sweet, innocent first year everyone loved and adored. He really does wish he can take pictures, email them to himself to stash away on his computer but it's too big of a risk to get caught without the photography class knowing that they have missing footage. Even if Kyungsoo’s curled open so his ’s laying against his tummy a fat angry red, his skin flushed pink and a slightly lower voice from begging, a cute black bowtie to top it all off. "," Sehun breathes, lips clamping over Kyungsoo's sinful ones and cutting off the dirty words. Sehun doesn't know how much longer he can last, just listening and watching Kyungsoo had him tipping over the edge. He gazes down, raw open and spread in the air for Sehun’s eyes only and he doesn’t imagine the pleads beneath him. "Not yet," he hums, looming over the latter's body. Even if he just bargained with the boy, he still wanted to draw this out, let this memory be burned into Kyungsoo's memory.

When Kyungsoo pleads, Sehun smirks; the sound no doubt had traveled past the confines of the wood in the door. The entire dormitory were about to get an earful. “Louder,” Sehun bites out harshly, emphasizing the word by sharply smacking Kyungsoo’s . He then stops to rub at the red skin soothingly, fingers travelling downwards yet again to slip inside of the boy's body. They go in easily because of how roughly he had handled him previously. Sehun draws out the process, unhurriedly massaging Kyungsoo’s prostate thoroughly and pulling back to scissor his walls and rim open when the latter showed signs of coming. He pressed a mockery of gentle kisses along Kyungsoo's face, neck and shoulder blades as his three fingers pistoned in and out of Kyungsoo’s hole. And that when he snaps because it doesn't take much, with his eyes narrowed taking in the way Kyungsoo looks debauched and used.

He uses the excess slickness from Kyungsoo’s thighs to slick up his , before experimentally running his hands around the latter’s creamy thighs as he sat in between his legs. He took a moment to appreciate the view of Kyungsoo's position, his hands forced above his head and his laid open. "Come on. Just a little louder," he encourages, a hand rubbing against Kyungsoo's flushed side.

@〈 ST 〉Oh Sehun Even if Sehun had been rough throughout the entire act, Kyungsoo really didn’t expect for his boyfriend to be so cruel and pull his hand off his length, and to the point where he was just about to blow his top off. He whined and kicked his legs, wanting release. Kyungsoo’s was throbbing and red, looking incredibly painful because of his lack of release. All he wanted was just some sort of , to have the white substace spread all over his body even if it would mean dirtying the sheets and having to send them off to the dryer’s with a red face. It didn’t matter at this point, but Sehun was just being mean. The aftershock of having all hands off of him in an instant made him huff, but he definitely didn’t stay quiet in response to the sudden act of having two digit pushed roughly into his entrance, the two fingers pumping in and out between his two slim legs. Legs spread open, Kyungsoo keened and threw his head back as he focused all of his thoughts on the two fingers that pushed in and pulled out of his tightly clenched rim. “Sehun.. Oh god.. S-so good..” All rational thoughts flew out the window, his brain sending him signals to just enjoy what was going on at the moment. The spanks from before had been long forgotten, and the rough treatment had been a thing of the past. What was happening right now was so much more important.

“I-I want to touch you.. I want to touch you and feel you.” Kyungsoo whispers in a soft, high voice. He was just so unable at the moment, only wanting to moan and not talk. But he knew Sehun demanded an answer and if he didn’t respond it would mean another mean act pulled by his evil boyfriend. And he couldn’t afford that at the moment because if he wouldn’t achieve some form of release soon, Kyungsoo was sure he would become a mess, begging for , and this early into their relationship, Kyungsoo didn’t want to embarrass himself in the sheets. The filthy, lewd sounds of slick fluids squelching as digits moved in and out of his hole made the smaller, submissive male flush even more in the face. Though one would think that it was disgusting in a way, Kyungsoo only became harder at such sounds and he was sure by now that his boyfriend saw the way his stood straight up, if not twitching, even.

Before Kyungsoo could even notice, his hands were tied by his own accessory, his favorite black bowtie. Hands were now unable to move and no matter how much he wanted to thread his fingers into Sehun’s perfectly combed and bleached hair he wasn’t able to. It wasn’t fair! Sehun got to touch him all he wanted and here he was, restricted by a flimsy piece of material that Kyungsoo would probably be able to pull apart if he wanted to! Yet no real effort was given in trying to remove the bowtie. “S-Sehunnie! Why.. Why did you tie me?” Kyungsoo writhes, trying to prove that he doesn’t like his position. “I want to touch you!”

@〈 ST 〉Do Kyungsoo The fingers that were tugging on his hair were much appreciated, guessing he was masochistic as he was sadistic. He watches with lust-filled eyes as Kyungsoo unravels easily in Sehun's frantic touches, satisfied he's able to make him into a wreck within moments. He can’t stop staring as Kyungsoo arches up slightly, neck pulled taught and shaking- out his name into the quiet night. But soon afterwards Sehun frowns at the words, removing his hand entirely and stopping the boy from coming already. "Did you really think it'd be that easy, Kyungsoo?" He pulls his shirt over his head, pulling his pants down along with his boxers, not to mindful of his similar wrecked appearance. "I don’t think so," he snaps, coupling it with a few harsh spanks onto Kyungsoo’s pale behind and unmarred thighs. It feels so cruel to treat Kyungsoo like this when he's been nothing but caring, but Sehun also feels the power and only this time will he ever try this. His hand is still left slick, an idea coming in mind. Sehun doesn’t waste any of his time and pushes down with his hand, shoving Kyungsoo's legs apart roughly and then pressing one, two, fingers inside him in rapid succession despite the sudden stretch. The slickness is enough to move easily within the latter, thinking that a little pain wouldn't cause immense damage to the boy underneath him.

“Unlike Jinhyun, if you tell me what you want, I’ll give it to you,” Sehun tells him, crooking his fingers as he moves them in and out of Kyungsoo’s body. “If you want,” he says, remembering his desperation from earlier, “I’ll even let you touch me.” He smiles, sliding yet another finger to join his two. “But not right now, later on, after I’ve ed you open, after every part of you screams for release." Sehun grins, hooking his spare hand around the back of Kyungsoo's knee, keeping him bucking away. Sehun s his fingers in deep, moving them quickly, and says roughly, “Unless you want me to leave, that is. Perhaps tie your limbs to this bed post right here and wait until you utter a sound of want.” He gives one strong push of his fingers through the tight ring of muscles, the sound so filthy in Sehun's ears.

Before the other could answer, Sehun sighs and shifts, removing his fingers and reaching over Kyungsoo's body for the boy's bowtie he left on his bedside table, unraveling it as he roughly grasps both of Kyungsoo's wrists and holds his arms above his head, exposing him completely to Sehun's eyes. He wraps the thin fabric around the boy's hands a few times before giving one last tightening. The restraints aren't that tight, but they're enough to keep hands like Kyungsoo's in place. His own hands are left to caress the inside of the boy's creamy thighs, awaiting Kyungsoo's answer. Sehun was sure to be patient, not even touching himself to get him off just by staring at Kyungsoo's flushed body, but he had to wait, wanting to know that Kyungsoo couldn't always be spoiled by Sehun like in the past.

@〈 ST 〉Oh Sehun Article after article of clothing, Kyungsoo is stripped bare, his pale skin on show for Sehun’s eyes and hands to ravish. His cheeks flush in embarrassment, finally noticing at how exposed he actually looks. The boy is wearing nothing, absolutely nothing at all and his legs are splayed open because of the position that he had to be in to have his clothes removed. Kyungsoo bit his lip and looked up at Sehun with desperate eyes, not knowing what was going to happen after he was stripped of his clothing. “B-beautiful?” Just a few minutes ago he was sure that the older man had been pissed. Unless he was hallucinating, but just a few moments earlier his boyfriend had been treating him with hostility and glaring the daylights out of him. How did they go from a burning fight to such a passionate make out session, to this? There wasn’t a chance that they were going to stop, though, because he wasn’t going to be taking back his word for something that happened in the past. But where Jinhyun had previously touched and gone over, was now being replaced by the loving touch of his boyfriend who he knew would love him tonight, thoroughly and with caring actions.

Calloused fingertips gripped his without so much as a word and the smaller male whimpered at the burning touch, not having being touched in such a long time. He threw his head back, hands going to his boyfriend’s hair and starting to tug gently, not wanting to accidentally pull out an entire chunk of hair. Fluids leaked from the tip of his length, pebbling over the top before starting to slip down his heated flesh and stain Sehun’s palms. Kyungsoo’s face is probably the shade of a fire truck by now, but he can’t help it because his body starts to tremble eat the way his lover touches and his length. “O-oh god, Sehunnie..” He whines out softly, writhing on the bed as the hand continues to move up and down the hardened shaft. His head thrashes left and right, not being able to contain his actions from how the pleasure affects him.

Lewd moans come from his mouth, and more sounds of the slick pre come against skin is terribly arousing to his ears. He arches his back off the soft material of the bedding, and Kyungsoo is sure that from Sehun’s view he probably looks like some kind of rookie star, but he pushes all rational thought aside as he feels his stomach curl and flip, warning him of the impending that is to come soon. “S-Sehun I.. I’m about to—“ At this point Kyungsoo is so lost that he can’t even speak properly, the only sounds that come from his mouth being broken moans and whimpers that are drawn out into the down pillows. He groans softly and his hips up into Sehun’s hand, wanting more contact.

@〈 ST 〉Do Kyungsoo He wastes no time in abiding to the latter's desires, Sehun tipping Kyungsoo's chin back and presses an open-mouthed kiss to silence him. It amazes him, how melodious the Kyungsoo's moans are. The sounds only brought forth thoughts, Sehun wanting every intention to make those imaginations a reality. It takes every ounce of his self control to not pounce and him senseless. Kyungsoo was always so, so good—always so good for Sehun. And tonight he was going to make sure it would stay that way. He pulls away briefly to stare at the damage. His hair is a mess and his lips are red and swollen. Kyungsoo looks like he's been mauled which to be honest, he sort of has been. Sehun thinks he's never looked better. "Are you hard for me, Kyungsoo?" he says as his lips ghost Kyungsoo's, tugging him forward until their hips knocked together and sent a jolt of electricity running through Sehun's body.

He couldn't help but roll his hips once, twice, before building a brief desperate tempo, wanting to relieve some strain of his arousal. “You’re beautiful, do you know that?” he utters when he pulls away, moving his body so he was sitting in front of the latter. “So beautiful...” His hands drop to unclasp the buttons of Kyungsoo’s shirt, plucking at them one by one until his bare chest flashes through the gap, lightly on his collarbone and nibbling the side of his delicious neck that was becoming shinier with Sehun’s tongue.

As he's busying himself coloring almost every inch of Kyungsoo's once flawless skin, he uses his hands undo the clasp of the latter's belt, slowly pulling it from the belt loops as he carelessly throws it aside. He tilts his chin forward and sighs as their lips clicks once again in a more languid and slow kiss, fingers moving agonizingly slow as they undo the button to Kyungsoo’s jeans. Sehun pauses, a small smile appearing across his lips. “I want to hear you,” he says, “Loud and clear so that everyone in this dormitory knows that you're /mine/.” The button’s undone, but the zipper’s still up, and Sehun trails a finger down the zipper’s teeth, conveniently brushing the length of Kyungsoo’s , seconds later ping Kyungsoo’s jeans in a fluid moment. The said article of clothing’s in a pile on the floor the very next second, and his boxers join it immediately afterwards. Sehun then pushes down with his hand, wrapping his fingers around Kyungsoo’s without warning, pumping quickly and void of any signs of relenting. He's a little out of practice, but it’s so easy, in many ways, to imagine the feeling of smooth yet dangerously hot skin pressing incessantly against his, the sounds spurring him further. And it turns him on. He can feel it, the rushing through his veins, shifting into the more insistent drag of his hand over Kyungsoo's and heat coils in his own groin insistently. Pressing him further, fingers sliding in time as the evidence of his arousal slicks down the length and speeds up his hand.

It came as a surprise to have Sehun suddenly unlock the door to his dorm – not that the fact that he had a key was surprising, because he was the one that gave it to the latter – and push him against the wooden door. He winced but let the taller do as he like, going along with the lip biting and that his boyfriend had started. It was a new kind of kiss, one that he knew was going to leave his appendages puffy and pink, swollen and worn out. But in a way it didn’t bother him because this was the first time he had been kissed so roughly. Before, Sehun left him with soft kisses, ones that made his heart flutter and his stomach flip and do crazy things he couldn’t even word properly. He stared up at Sehun with wide eyes, wondering what was going on until he felt Sehun’s lips move down to their next target, his neck. He whimpered at the contact, his neck being extremely sensitive. Even to the slightest touch he would cower and whine, maybe even let out a moan or two. But in this case all he could do was let out lewd moans that one would say were ty. He bit down on his lip to stop any from escaping, not wanting the other to hear him in such a way. “S-Sehun hyung ple—ah!” He was just about to protest when he felt slim fingers run over the metal piece of his zipper, right in front of his crotch. An unattractive shade of red took over his face and he ducked his head, too embarrassed to even show his face in front of the taller, stern man. “I-I won’t.. I promise.”

Kyungsoo desperately wanted to take his pants off, finding that he as becoming aroused. It became increasingly hard to confine himself and not jump on the elder right then and there, but he wanted to prove that he wasn’t some that asked to be bedded by someone he barely even knew. Kyungsoo’s eyes slowly trailed upwards, eyeing the other’s hands before they moved to the brown orbs that he loved. They were hooded with slight lust and most of all, possession. Such a look made him flush once more, not used to being looked in such a way. Sehun was obviously a possessive lover, and this act was nothing short of possessive. Kyungsoo wrapped his arms around Sehun’s neck, pulling him closer. “K-kiss me..”

@〈 ST 〉Do Kyungsoo Sehun purses his lips as he listens to Kyungsoo plead behind him. As much as he feels so much sympathy for hurting him again, Sehun refuses to back down. Luckily Sehun owns a key to his dorm despite being right next door, unlocking the room with a swift movement before storming inside with a potentially emotionally damaged boyfriend trailing behind him. Sehun reminds himself that he has to make this up somehow. He truly didn't mean for it to go this far but a spark of anger still lies within him. He must be masochistic then, because the trembles in his voice sends a tingle of satisfaction down his long spine. He was always content with knowing that he invoked fear into others, it was an ego booster, a certainty that made him know that he was an heir for all the right reasons.

He shoves the latter against the door, leaning in abruptly to press their lips together into an aggressive, sloppy kiss while either hand moves against the wooden contraption behind the other, caging him in between Sehun's arms. One of his hands are brought up to wipe at the tears that have been there for far too long. He hadn't actually meant for Kyungsoo to become extremely sensitive over his actions, but he guesses this could be used as a reference the next time Sehun pulls the angry card. His mouth slips from the other's, his teeth sinking none too gently into the thick lower lip and pulling before traveling elsewhere, following the latter's neck where he pauses again to sink his teeth into the junction between throat and shoulder while his breath billows a warm air over the saliva-slicked area of blemishing skin. His eyes flicker down, hands almost grasping his wrists again. Mottled and dark on the upside of his wrist, it takes Sehun a second to realize that it’s a bruise.

A bruise from /him/.

His mouth feels dry as he takes in the faint purple mark coming into focus on the marks on Kyungsoo's arm, swearing that he was careful but it appears not. That seemed to snap Sehun’s state of mind as leans over, finally hard on the white, enticing skin. His tongue swirls on the newly renewed red mark, blunt nails tracing over the newly rising marks, still pink and puffy. Sehun's mouth had torn away from the other's neck in their descent, the larger man hovering over the latter. The blinds are open, moonlight seeping in through the slits and casting shadows over the boy's lashes that dance over his strong cheekbones, Sehun's dilated eyes catching sight of every cavort traveling against the smooth expanse of visage. "Your punishment?" he mentions, whispering in Kyungsoo's ear softly, one of his hands running along the shape of the other's body before crossing into front side of his jeans and teasingly brushing fingers against the zipper. "You can't touch yourself."

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@〈 ST 〉Oh Sehun Sehun keeps passing him with his stride, long legs obviously in favor in comparison to his shorter ones. Kyungsoo struggles to walk as fast as Sehun does, but he couldn’t help but smile at the way that every time they drifted apart from each other, their arms would stay entwined and he would feel a sense of security bubble up in his chest. The smaller quickens his pace and soon they’re right next to each other, with Kyungsoo lifting his chin up to take a look at his model worthy boyfriend. How had he managed to score someone like this? Well, of course there had been the whole incident where Sehun had called him a walking sin, but that was in the past and Kyungsoo couldn’t possibly be happier than he was now. Life was just perfect. “Patbingsoo?” Eyes brightened up and Kyungsoo let a skip falter his rhythm of step, now completely pumped up for the sweet shaved ice that would soon be working its way down his stomach. Just the single thought of patbingsoo makes him salivate. “Can we got mochi on it? Oh and fruit! Lots and lots of strawberries and bananas.” You could say that patbingsoo was Kyungsoo’s favorite dessert.

A few students eye them on their way off campus, but Kyungsoo brushes it off. Many of the upper class girls have the audacity to peek glances at Sehun, but their gazes soon divert when Kyungsoo glares at them, at the peak of his anger. He was just about to hiss like a fiery cat at a particular noona when she scrambled away at the sight of their arms entwined together. That;s right. Run. Kyungsoo hums a merry tune, stealing a kiss from his boyfriend every now and then. It was a habit that he had come to lose control of, and though it was embarrassing to feel the need of a pair of lips against his almost every hour at least twice, Kyungsoo figured that Sehun probably liked it anyway, so the embarrassment started to die away when they hit their one week mark.

“What do you want to do after we eat the patbingsoo?” There wasn’t much around the proximity of the campus, but a couple miles further and there was a carnival in town. It had been there for a few days and was leaving the day after tomorrow. Kyungsoo was dying to go and see it but studies have piled up, along with the numbers of assignments and tests. Too many times had Kyungsoo seen the girls come back onto campus hours before midnight, holding a giant plush in their arms as they were kissed goodnight and sent off to their dorm. It would be a lie if Kyungsoo said he didn’t want a giant penguin plush. Though it seemed a bit cliché and rather feminine, Kyungsoo still wanted a remnant of their first official date, and a plush seemed ideal. But Kyungsoo wouldn’t tell Sehun that. It would bring a blush to his cheeks and he’d want to curl up in a ball and hide for the rest of his life if he admit that to his boyfriend. Maybe Sehun would bring him there even if he didn’t hint at it? But of course, Kyungsoo still had the chance to bring the topic up. It’s just that he chose not to.

@〈 ST 〉Do Kyungsoo Sehun thinks it's all fun and games, chuckling softly when the other is quick to shift on top of him and prepare himself for their date today. But what he doesn't expect in this so-called 'game' of his, is yet another display of skin Sehun refuses to ever think of because /reasons/. However it happens anyway, Sehun desperately thinking of his first grade admirer who had rusted braces, his arthritic cousin, anything to get rid of this. "," he breathes out, palms sweating furiously. He turns completely away from the other boy, disguising his discomfort as simply checking the time when he has no watch on his wrist. But Kyungsoo can’t know, and Sehun pours every ounce of his willpower into completely erasing the images. The picture of Kyungsoo slotted beneath him perfectly, caged between Sehun's bowed legs and wiry arms. Without even taking a one second glance at the latter, he swallows hard. "You look fine." 'More than that, actually,' he thinks, but he conveniently leaves that out since now isn't the time for Sehun's horrendous flirting.

And nothing ever goes great for him when the same soft lips press against his, blinking three times before his answer is given. "Of c-course," Sehun stutters, he’s bashful and squirmy enough in normal social situations and right now he’s flushed so dark down his entire neck that it must continue under his shirt to rest of his body, his fingers are fidgeting in his lap like they’re struggling against the instinct to cover his face. He looks like he’s about to crawl out of his own skin or better yet the room. Slightly embarrassed by the mishap, he tries to play it off, clearing his throat as a distraction and letting out a shaky breath, "I'm going to go change in the bathroom." If Kyungsoo’s so well versed in deciphering body language Sehun hopes he can read the 'please stop' he’s trying to spell out with his stare.

He scrambles out of the bed quickly, shutting the bathroom behind him and sliding down the door to recollect himself. Nope. Not today. He quickly rebounds and dresses in a chaotic fashion, hastily dressing himself in clothes he found along the way to the door that he left strewn across the floor over night. Despite being a dorm over , he's lazy to walk back inside from here just to return. Besides, he doesn't know how long he can go without violently snuggling Kyungsoo in the span of 5 minutes so he'd rather lock himself in the nearest area to keep his cool. Though he might as well go along wearing a hoodie without anything under, Sehun shivering one last time to clear his thoughts before walking out as if nothing happened. "All set," he clarifies, nudging the younger with his hip and towards the door. They walk side by side, regaining his composure and matching the other's strides, though Sehun incidentally continues to pass the younger because of his long legs. He leaves their arms connected, though he might have preferred holding the latter's hand instead, but he wouldn't say anything. "I heard they have the best patbingsoo in the downtown area," he explains, remembering that he was finally given the change to spoil the other. Often times he stole glances at the other, almost infatuated at the very sight of him.

@〈 ST 〉Oh Sehun “Hmm.. In those two hours..” All kinds of different ideas stormed in his brain as Kyungsoo let his boyfriend plant his chapped lips against his own glossed ones, spreading the strawberry flavored gloss all over his already pink lips. A soft giggle escaped the two appendages and Kyungsoo rolled off of the taller man, wrapping himself around the other with legs tightly wound around a thin yet rock hard core. Arms came to wrap themselves firmly to Sehun’s neck, pulling the latter up to meet their lips once more. Sehun’s lips had become an addiction to him. Kyungsoo couldn’t stop kissing them, fantasizing about them, imagining what exactly they would feel like on other parts of his body. ‘Stop it!’ Kyungsoo’s cheeks were an unattractive red, nearly filling up his entire face with the hue. ‘Stop thinking about naughty things like that!’ Kyungsoo tried to calm down, thinking of Pororo to force the indecent things out of his mind. Once he was sure that his facial temperature had calmed down a bit, Kyungsoo looked towards his boyfriend and stuck his tongue out. “I’m going to get dressed!”

With that in mind, Kyungsoo hopped off and rubbed his eyes sleepily, trudging over to the closet. Opening up the door, Kyungsoo hummed softly and promptly stripped everything off of his body, save for his blue underwear. One hand on his hip and the other up by his chin, the nearly male looked around the racks of designer clothing, snapping his fingers in excitement when he found the perfect outfit. Beige colored shorts were quickly pulled on, and just as fast, a collared black shirt and a white baggy sweater were fitted over his torso. Kyungsoo turned around and looked at Sehun, pointing down to the clothing he adorned on his tiny body. “Do I look okay?” Naturally, even if the sweater was meant to be baggy, Kyungsoo’s petite frame made him look like a middle school student dressing up in his older brother’s clothing.

Small feet padded back over to where Sehun was and the tiny figure crawled onto the bed, cooing softly as he reached out for Sehun’s face, cupping the smooth cheeks before leaning down and planting a slow, sweet kiss upon the lips he had learned to love and adore. “My Sehunnie hyung. Nobody else can see you in a bed, okay?” Kyungsoo was awfully possessive, and at times he was afraid to show the trait, but not in this case. His boyfriend’s body was for doe eyes – a.k.a Do Kyungsoo’s – to feast upon.

@〈 ST 〉Do Kyungsoo At least the effect was immediate. The attempt of squirming away only succeeds in reversing their positions so that Kyungsoo is on top once-- his chest pressing down against Sehun's into the bed with his full weight. He's examining their position for a few beats, wondering if he should kick Kyungsoo off and further when they're both changed. He feels like should...but he’s far too lazy. Besides, right now he is feeling very pleased with himself, with Kyungsoo barely pinning his arms above his head in which he could easily loosen his grasp. Though he allows Kyungsoo to have his moment as he murmurs in agreement and coos in sympathy enough that Kyungsoo hasn’t realized Sehun has no idea what he’s talking about, just knows that Kyungsoo looks distressingly cute when he’s distressed. While the latter babbles on, he starts to nudge at his side aimlessly with his knee. The kid seems unaffected and Sehun prods him again, this time with a little more force until he only catches the last few phrases with the kid staring at him with wide, determined eyes. "So then what will be the remaining 10 minutes be, if it isn't cuddling?" Sehun's Cheshire cat grin is presented before he tilts his chin forward and sighs as their lips click once again in a more languid and slow kiss. "Or now, 2 hours?"

He could faintly taste the lip gloss that's been smeared due to Sehun's morning wake-up call.

Sehun lets his head fall back onto the bed, grunting as he does so. "So what, are you going to get dressed," Sehun drawls, blinking his eyes in mock innocence, "or are you going to remain on top of me for the rest of the day?" He shifts a little, using the released wrist to wrap around Kyungsoo's waist and forced him down against his own body. "Not that I don't mind but..." There’s a mystery behind Kyungsoo’s eyes and a surprising softness under that childish demeanor that keeps Sehun wanting, longing, for more every time. He isn’t a god after all and he couldn’t understand how any mortal resisted Kyungsoo’s princely profile and slim waist that curved only slightly, fitting perfectly beneath human fingertips. The boy’s soft skin and cushioning lips were enough to keep Sehun’s gaze fixed in one direction, neither daring to nor interested in wandering anywhere else. "Kind of still want to go with our plan for today." He smiles, promptly pinching the cheeks of the latter.

“If you’re cancelling on me now I’m not going to forgive yo—ah!” Kyungsoo squealed at the surprise attack, squirming and panting for air from the merciless hands that refused to let up even after Kyungsoo rolled around in his blanket burrito. “St-stop it! Hunnie!” The younger giggles madly and does his best to avoid the slim fingers, but to no avail. They’re where his weakest spots were and Kyungsoo was just about to fall off the bed until he wrenched his arm from out of the cocoon of blankets and latched onto Sehun’s shirt, keeping himself up for what seemed like seconds before rolling back to his previous position, all the while still panting in need of oxygen. The smaller male managed to wriggle himself out of the tight grip the blankets had on him and the tiny body tackled his boyfriend’s, landing right onto his chest and meeting forehead to forehead. Legs straddled the other’s hips and Kyungsoo smiled in victory, keeping the two arms pinned against the plush mattress and the silk covers over the rough fabric of the actual bed. “You’re so mean hyung. You only get 50 minutes of cuddling instead of 1 hour. And I know how much you like it, even if you say you don’t. But…” A glint of mischief hinted in those brown orbs of his. “If you say sorry and give me a kiss right here, I’ll let you have 2 hours.” Kyungsoo pointed to his lips. He adored Sehun’s kisses

To say that Kyungsoo was looking forward to their first real date was the understatement of the century. He was all hyped up, with his outfit ready and picked out for the night. The forecast said it was to be slightly chilly but not too cold. With maybe 5% chance of rain, so he wasn’t worried about getting water on him for the night. Kyungsoo was sure that they would have the time of their lives tonight, and once they had come back home, the two could cuddle and watch reruns of Running Man in bed together, ignoring the fact that Kyungsoo had classes tomorrow. They could kiss and share sweet words, and Kyungsoo would be on cloud 9 the entire time until they fall asleep in each other’s arms—and although his narration was starting to sound an awful lot like a narration, Kyungsoo didn’t mind. The happiness gushed from Kyungsoo’s being and that’s all that mattered.

@〈 ST 〉Do Kyungsoo He knows that he likes it whenever he catches Kyungsoo laughing, Kyungsoo's immediate authority image endearing in ways that Sehun can't put into words. Kyungsoo is happiness and warmth and the smell of crackling firewood burning in the hearth. Kyungsoo is the stolen glances he sneaks whenever he rushes past him to get to his class, a giddy feeling that only those who have tasted first love can understand. Sehun is practically rotting in the same building the boy is in for approximately eight hours a day but when he's just meters away from a certain glorified first year and the wonderful ambiance of the everyday conversation, it feels like so much more. It's nice to have him as one of his first love for a boy, as a matter of fact. But his reactions still remain the same. Despite the fact he's seen Kyungsoo strip before, the way he's fitted into a loose t-shirt and short, child-like shorts that display the flawless, pale and porcelain skin of Kyungsoo’s long legs, the room suddenly turns scorching. Sehun can feel a blush heating up his face, and it’s ridiculous how he’s still capable of being flustered. Professionalism apparently doesn’t carry over into his personal life.

Though the jibe is cut short the moment he stands up, the boy is already wrapped tightly in blankets, away from Sehun's rogue fingers and disoriented mind. But even still, he's still his, Sehun scandalously moving on top of the latter with his legs and hands on either side of the body. "I'm here. But you gotta get up," he huffs irritably, ruffling the tufts of hair sticking out from the blanket, "We already planned this yesterday. I was contemplating whether or not to take you out. And my mind's always rushing and changing decisions so hurry," he commands, shifting a bit so only one hand supported his weight. He knows how much it would mean for him to buy him something unwillingly, but Sehun still has classes and it's only a matter of time until he returns. And it's been quite upsetting and it would be really a rain on Kyungsoo's parade if he would have to suddenly take back what he said. On any other day, Sehun might have been the one begging for mercy at the sight of a pissed Kyungsoo, but just for this moment, he’s got Kyungsoo right where he wants him and he’s gonna have a little fun while he’s at it. Using his unoccupied hand, Sehun traces it up Kyungsoo’s exposed side, fingertips experimentally digging into ticklish spots. "Get up!"

@〈 ST 〉Oh Sehun With such sunlight coming in through the windows, Kyungsoo shifted in his position, drowning himself the musky scent of his – boyfriend? – turning so his eyes wouldn’t be blinded through the thin flesh of his eyelid. The younger of the two was still unconscious, sleeping the morning away like a newborn until he had felt his body being flung to the floor, and soon his head met with the cold, wooden flooring of his room. A soft whine and a few whimpers later, Kyungsoo opened his eyes, albeit drowsily, and rubbed them with the back of his hand. But he was soon snapped out of his sleepiness when he realized what was against his two lips. Another chapped pair was pushed against his own, and Kyungsoo found himself looking up at Sehun. What had the older done to get the two in such a position? Kyungsoo wrapped himself around the latter akin to a koala and closed his eyes once more, bringing the taller down to embrace and nuzzle his nose into the crook of Sehun’s neck. “What did you do…” His voice was a bit raspy and his mouth felt dry, but the two appendages that the words came from were still glossy from the night before when he had chosen to gloss them down mercilessly with a tube of chapstick. Pulling himself up from the floor, Kyungsoo flopped back onto the bed, bottom sticking out for all the world to see. In fact, his pororo shorts had started to ride up, and the milky white flesh of his thighs had started to show, the insides a pale pink due to the lack of sunlight.

“Why did you wake me up?” Nearly everything that Kyungsoo had to say came out in a whine, and he was just about to fall asleep when he realized that everything was incredibly warm, with the sheets tangled around his tiny body and his pajama shirt clinging to his chest. Yet it felt nice, but one very, very crucial factor was missing. Sehun wasn’t next to him and Kyungsoo wanted that to change. Peering down at the older man, Kyungsoo let himself rest against the bed as his head poked over the edge. “Get up here Sehunnnie hyung! What are you doing on the floor?” Once he was done wondering why in the world his boyfriend was on the floor, Kyungsoo laid down flat on his back, rolling the blankets around him tightly, with his arms and legs neatly tucked inside. At this point he had just looked like a giant burrito with a head of messy locks sticking out from one of the ends.

The younger hummed and wriggled around in the tightly wrapped mass of blankets, getting comfortable before letting his eyes travel upwards toward the window. It was a beautiful day out. Maybe the two would get to do something together today, especially since their schedules had always clashed with each other, barely allowing any time for the two to really get intimate in accordance to their relationship. Not that he meant to be intimate in a ual way. At the thought, his pale cheeks lit up a bright hue of pink and immediately Kyungsoo felt like hiding himself like a turtle would in his shell. Oh lord, what was he thinking?

@〈 ST 〉Do Kyungsoo (the wonderful adventure of timeskip. probs a week or two later.)

Sehun wakes up with hair in his mouth. Not his in particular, which is strange for a differentiation with his morning routine. His mind muddled by sleep, he only had the capability to drowsily blink, arduously lifting his head and making an attempt to comprehend the time before giving up and flopping back down, nestling his face in his comforter nest. Instead of snuggling in his own comforter, it's seemingly softer and the body right next to him is deliciously warm, Sehun almost jolting right awake before realizing he crashed at Kyungsoo's for the night. Again. And again. It's actually something he could never get use to, because for the past week or so, he's been finding salvage within the man's bed, no longer interested in the hard bunk he's called his own for the past two years being here. He supposes he should make up his bed-mooching by taking out Kyungsoo, however thoughts of that ungrateful night still haunts him occasionally. Though he ponders through this, knowing that he had plenty of room for improvement in the boyfriend category. Though he couldn't help it. Even though Sehun was considered quite attractive (for both genders, but he wouldn't like to sound narcissistic), to say he was inexperienced at relationships was an understatement. The males needed to get out, because all that happened when they stayed in is either they'll study until their brains burst, or the attempt of getting into Kyungsoo's pants. Or both, for that matter.

The males lay beside one another, Kyungsoo's back pressed to Sehun's chest with the older's arm wrapped around him. He mainly chose this position because he didn't want the latter to see stupid expression on his face, glad to see that they seemed to have gone back to way things were, Sehun back in his comfort zone.
He supposed, though, there was one connecting theme, one underlying reason why he liked Kyungsoo for so long. It had something to do how his heart felt light every time he saw him, how his spirits soared, how he felt a grin tug at the corners of his lips, how he felt motivated to work, to find the time in order to see Kyungsoo, and suddenly he realizes it’s because--

He could see Kyungsoo shift out of the corner of his eye, and he turns his head to look at Kyungsoo, Sehun enveloping Kyungsoo's irresolute hand in his own, raising the smaller's fingers to his lips as he gingerly kissed each tip. "My god, you're too cute," he babbles, releasing his hand and burying his nose into the younger's hair. "But if you don't wake up in the next minute, I'm going to punish you because it's too late to sleep in." He purses his lips, opting to initiate punishment now or else Kyungsoo's going to pout again. He trails kisses down the back of Kyungsoo's neck, planting them more district ones on at the base before pouncing, lurching over the latter in an attempt to meet his lips only to accidentally exert more force than necessary, the boys rolling off of the bed as Sehun manages to connect the younger's lips with his own again as they hit the floor.

@〈 ST 〉Oh Sehun “And yeah.. I’ll put up with you. Only if you promise to never say those things again. Because then you’d be a hypocrite.” The youner of the two hummed and wrapped his arms around Sehun’s neck, kissing him up the nape and running his fingers across the smooth flesh of the older’s neck. It felt nice to be intimate and adorable with someone who he admired, especially after a big conflict that they had. The weeks that they hadn’t spent together was being made up for right now. And through the weeks, Kyungsoo knew that if they hadn’t fought it out, they would probably still be in that stage of friendship, and Kyungsoo wouldn’t be as near as he was right now when talking about the proximity of their bodies. The body heat from Sehun seeped through Kyungsoo’s thick blankets and fabric of his pajama clothes. “You don’t know my bedtime! And I’m 19 years old, hyung. You know I can stay up as late as I want to. I’m an adult now!” After all, the legal age was 18, right? “I’m legal to do whatever I want! Except drink alcohol but.. I wouldn’t want to anyway.”

What would Sehun do while they slept together? Would he hold Kyungsoo into his chest? Or maybe he would kiss him to sleep, rocking him slowly and murmur soft words into his ear? Or maybe he would rub Kyungsoo’s back just like his nanny used to, bringing him to a state of complete tranquility. “I know you won’t take advantage of me. And of course you can stay. You look like you’re about to drop from exhaustion.” Sehun’s once healthy looking cheeks had started to sink in, and the eyelids that were already droopy were sagging more, if not dangerously low. Besides, Kyungsoo had always wanted someone to cuddle and curl up to during his sleep. A stuffed animal could barely suffice for his needs, and though Pororo was his one true love – animal wise – Kyungsoo needed real human comfort and here Sehun was, practically asking to sleep with Kyungsoo. On one bed. Maybe it was taboo in some other regions of the world, but in his room, in his dorm, it wasn’t. Kyungsoo wanted Sehun here, to hold and cherish him. “Just promise me you’ll let me sleep in tomorrow? I haven’t gotten a good night’s sleep for weeks.”

@〈 ST 〉Do Kyungsoo Sehun didn’t have high expectations of anyone, especially not of Do Kyungsoo, after what he had done to him. However, the last thing he expected was to be suddenly tossed to the bed of Kyungsoo, with the owner sitting on top of him, bouncing as if nothing had happened. "You're too much," he sniffles, wiping at his cheeks embarrassingly. He's really not one to cry, and this is probably the one and only time he'll ever do it in front of someone. Or so he thinks. "And you're too heavy despite your dramatic lost of weight," Sehun wheezes, feigning pain and allowing the latter to complain when really all was forgiven.

He actually doesn’t mind the excruciatingly painful pressure that’s constantly causing the bed to creak, Sehun gripping Kyungsoo’s chin between his thumb and forefinger and pulling the boy’s lips onto his own for a hot second before he pulls away. “I know. I’m sorry that I’m an idiot. But you will put up with me, right?” he gestures, actually feeling himself smile. He lets out a hearty chuckle, teasing Kyungsoo like a puppy by the scruff just because he can, when Kyungsoo decides to push harder suddenly- pressing into and aligning their bottom halves in all the right ways. The sound of the latter babbling constantly is loud enough to mask Sehun’s gasp when Kyungsoo does it again, with only two painfully thin pieces of sweat pants. “But wow wait, give me time to rewind what we said, --” Instead of shoving him off, which kind of lingered his mind for a bit, he’s able to restrict the boy from moving, wrapping his legs around the frail body and pin him against his chest, with his long arms cradling him. Sehun isn’t much more than four gangly limbs on a good day, but it’s enough to keep someone the size of Kyungsoo pinned on top of him. “Talk less. Sleep more. It’s past midnight and past your bedtime.”

There's a constricting in his chest, this deep-seated want that has Sehun leaning towards Kyungsoo again, breath catching because he's so close, the fringe of Kyungsoo’s hair skimming across Sehun's head. It takes everything he has to hold his tongue, to keep from bringing Kyungsoo in for a kiss and telling him all the little things he loves about him because no one will ever love Kyungsoo the way Sehun does. He’s never felt so blind before until now, ironic since his mind is muddled but he knows exactly what he wants. Under different circumstances, Sehun could have easily fallen for Kyungsoo. Without any obstacles in mind, Sehun knows he never would have thought twice about saying yes to a date from Kyungsoo. And it eats away at him, merging with his need for acceptance and it all culminates when he noses his way to Kyungsoo's mouth and hovers, his forehead against his. “But...does this mean I get to sleep on your bed?” He smiles sheepishly, “I promise it has nothing to take advantage of you, I’m just really lethargic as of now and your bed happens to be softer than mine.”

Of all the choices that Sehun had, he chose to tell Kyungsoo that he.. he loved him. There was no way that was—but Sehun had all these words flowing past his lips and Kyungsoo found himself wiping the now halting tears away from the corners of his eyes. Wobbly knees helped his thin stature up as tiny hands came up to cup Sehun’s face, looking him straight in the eye and making sure the other wasn’t lying or in fact making up another scheme that could possibly ruin their relationship once more. But the big question here was, did Kyungsoo love Sehun? Did he love the way that he was held in Sehun’s arms, the way those brown eyes looked him over when he was back at the library, or the way that Sehun spoke to him in such a manner that was gentle and soft? Eyebrows furrowed as thumbs came up to rub the soft cheeks, and sniffles reduced to slight hiccups. Each option, every possibility ran through his head as his head spun on his neck. It was all so much to take in at once and Kyungsoo wasn’t even sure how he was supposed to respond. So he asked himself one question.

Would he take Sehun’s apology?

He seemed… Sincere, enougnh. But would he betray Kyungsoo in the end again? This was ridiculous. This was Sehun, his sunbae he was talking about. No matter how twisted and sick he was at the restaurant.. That was only because of the religious influences he had been under. Kyungsoo smiled softly, running the pads of his thumbs across Sehun’s soft cheeks before leaning forward, eyes still teary and puffy but his spirits lifted. “Idiot. You’re such an idiot.” The shorter of the two tackled the older to the bed, hugging him as tight as his stick skinny arms could muster. “D-do you know how much I thought you hated me? I wanted to kill myself..” Soft whimpers came from his lips and Kyungsoo couldn’t bring himself to lift his head from the comfort of the other’s soft t shirt. Kyungsoo planted a soft kiss on Sehun’s lips, flushing in embarrassment at the slightly intimate gesture. “I really thought you hated me.. All this time you were just in denial?” A rather large pout adorned itself on Kyungsoo’s thick lips. “You could’ve just told me you were.. religious.” A soft jab poked itself into Sehun’s firm chest and Kyungsoo stuck his tongue out, as if teasing his sunbae. “I’m going to make you pay for those words.” He huffed and sat up, sitting right on top of Sehun’s hips and bouncing slightly. “I couldn’t even watch Pororo because I thought everything I did meant that I was a .” He bounced even harder, as if wanting to hurt the other just by rutting his hips. Obviously the innocent little Kyungsoo didn’t know what exactly he could do to Sehun, so he just kept bouncing and bouncing and bouncing—

“Don’t cry…” It was a first that Sehun had been crying right before his eyes, and though he thought it was a once in a lifetime sight, Kyungsoo didn’t want to feel like he was getting any enjoyment out of this. That was just purely sadistic. “Sehunnie hyung~ Don’t cry!” With aegyo dripping from his voice, Kyungsoo bat his eyelashes and jut his bottom lip out, almost wobbling to make sure that the other would stay happy. He was sure that the older would stay happy, promising Kyungsoo with Pororo and food to make him happy. And if that wasn’t the case then there were other things in mind, but he would have to use those choices later.

@〈 ST 〉Do Kyungsoo Kyungsoo is his own personal nightmare, haunting him in his sleep and his waking hours as well. Sehun wants so many things with Kyungsoo that he will never have because they can’t mix. They will never mix, like oil and water, and Sehun and Kyungsoo are no exception. The first thing he does once he’s in range is to grasp the loose cloth of the latter’s clothes and press himself against the warm, pliant body, throwing away any possible outcomes from this situation. “God damn it, Kyungsoo-- Listen.” he croaks out. He’s even surprised he’s got any voice left from his previous outburst. All this time, for the moments they’ve been together, this is what he has left. That’s when Sehun breaks.

The contents of his heart spills down his cheeks in warm streams that won’t stop. The tears drips from his chin to the wooden floor as his hands flexes into fists at his side. He feels the reality crash down and suffocate him inside his Kyungsoo’s domain. This isn't how it's suppose to go. "I'm not. We need to stop this, this is ridiculous, it has been weeks and I--," Sehun stops, trying to find the courage inside of himself actually to say the words, "I still love you." Sehun lets his gaze slide over the dark hair that covers the boy's eyes, the tears in his eyes making the black strands and white skin blur into one mass of dull color. He tries to blink them away but they fall and land on his cheeks instead. He reaches up and wiped them off angrily, not wanting to be weak enough to cry over such a stupid memory. His less blurred vision of Kyungsoo did little to keep the tears from springing to his eyes again and he swallows over the hard lump that had settles in his throat.

But now was not the time to give him up, not when there's a door of opportunity and redemption. He presses the back of his hand against his eyes, forcefully pulling himself together before whispering, "Honestly, you've been the greatest miracle that has ever occurred in my life." He purses his lips weakly, "There was not one day that you hadn't slipped past my mind, probably from the moment I saw you. Day and night, I constantly wonder and ponder my thoughts as to what you could have been possibly doing. Dreams even surface and it still haunts me to this day." It started when Sehun entered his sophomore year, expressive eyes and soft voice worming his way somewhat violently into Sehun’s life. There’s really never been a question that Sehun has wanted him, but it’s surprising even to himself how /badly/ he wants Kyungsoo. Wants to press warm kisses into his neck and eat his home cooked dishes. Wants to be the one to hold him tight, the protective sunbaenim he's suppose to be. But that thought is shattered now when he was the one that royally screwed up.

"But I was so frightened, so frightened--I don't know, because of how things were taught to me, that things like this were forbidden, that consequences had to be paid for this, that I couldn't easily love you when majority of the society was against it," he speaks steadily, the cracks in his voice no longer making an appearance. "And I thought I was doing the right thing by pushing you away, that this doesn't have to happen to the both of us when I realized I was the one that started the pain." He begins to rise up, hair curtaining his eyes as he tries hard not to look down, or pass out for that matter. He's said all he's got, and surprisingly has no other way of explaining it. "But I understand if you do not forgive. Just know that I wish you the best and someone else could take better care of you," he replies softly, giving a tight but sincere smile, "The pain I've caused you is enough and you must be exhausted. I-I'll just--yeah." He turns away and wipes away at his cheeks, preparing to go back outside. His classes start around the break of dawn, anyway.

@〈 ST 〉Oh Sehun Of all things that Sehun could’ve done, the older chose to plant his lips against Kyungsoo’s chapped and dry ones. The younger, now thinner of the two pulled away, his heart breaking further if possible. Tears welled up in those doe eyes of his and he couldn’t help but push Sehun away, albeit weak and not very effective. “D-don’t! You’re only going to get my hopes up.. You’re going to make me feel better and get me trust you again only so you can kill me once more, right? You’re going to regain my affection for you all so you can break it down into little pieces like you did before!” It hurt to accuse Sehun of something like this, but Kyungsoo couldn’t bring himself to be joyful about the fact that his beloved Sehunnie hyung had just planted not one short peck of the lips, but a prolonged meeting of their mouths. It felt warm and loving in the pits of his stomach, but Kyungsoo couldn’t believe what was going on. If Sehun thought a kiss was all that he needed to be forgiven, he was so horribly wrong.

Kyungsoo slowly slides down the wall, tears now falling from his eyes nearly uncontrollably. He was bawling into his knees, curled up into a tightly packed ball with his head tucked between his legs. “E-enough.. Give me a straight answer..” He whispered, gripping his bony knees so hard that the tips of his finger turned white. The question had been around for a while, even before the incident had happened and way back to when they had met. It was just like yesterday, but the picture frame of their meeting was broken, and the glass shards were on the floor, piercing through Kyungsoo’s soft flesh and leaving scars. So many scars. “What am I to you?” The impending question was bound to leave his lips someday, but Kyungsoo wanted to know at this very moment. Sure, there wasn’t going to be a man like Sehun. No, there never was. In fact, even if he tried to find someone like his sunbae, he would come home sobbing because Sehun was one of a kind. But if Kyungsoo was nothing to Sehun, nothing more than a plaything that he enjoyed watching crash and burn, Kyungsoo wanted him to leave and never talk of how he had brought shame to Kyungsoo ever again.

“Why..? Why all of a sudden? Aren’t you disgusted that you’ve kissed someone like me?” Eyes wandered over to the hundreds of pills scattered all over the carpet. It was a miracle as to how he’d failed at consuming every single one. The moment his hand was brought up to take a clump at a time, there was always that one nagging voice that told him no, don’t do it. Sehun isn’t the only one that has criticized you for being who you are. Then again, his words were the ones that hurt the most.

@〈 ST 〉Do Kyungsoo Sehun presses his hands to his stomach hard, thoroughly focused on not passing out from this headache. He’s vaguely aware of Kyungsoo's retracting again, but he doesn’t want him to. Sehun knows he should look up, should reply, but everything hurts and he just couldn't, he couldn't even look at Kyungsoo, and so when he tries to speak all that came out was a silence. Despite him being the cause of this, he doesn’t want anyone to feel the pain Kyungsoo’s suffering. He's so close, yet so distant. Just inches away from him physically, but miles apart emotionally. The moment Kyungsoo walks away, something snaps inside of him, rendering him deeply hurt as he curses himself yet again. It hurts to be rejected continuously. It hurts a lot to see Kyungsoo like this.

It hurts even more when he finds himself advancing towards the latter, forcing the gangly limbs up by the shirt just to press him against the wall, hands strongly holding his shoulders and their lips clashing roughly on the way. The biting taste of salt comes to his mouth, bitterness from aggravation, but sweetness behind the gesture. A small feeling of dejection pitted in his stomach as he continues to hold Kyungsoo captive in his hands by kissing him gently, trying to show him how much he has missed him. He could not conjure up an explanation as to why he had done this, for the other needed words to assure him and to believe in. In his mind, Sehun made up an explanation for this sudden action, perhaps it was a final parting, their last intimate deed before Kyungsoo could finally be relieved with knowing a monster like him wasn't just a dorm over. Or maybe it was one way of an apology from Sehun, but he highly disagreed with that as he relaxed into what he confirmed was a goodbye.

His hands finally release tension, encircling the younger and bringing him closer, even if it wasn't what he wanted. He parts away to hold the latter close to his chest, his arms wrapped tight around the disheveled boy. "Don't live like this because of me," he pleads so quietly that it barely made even his own ears while he d the younger man's back in an attempt to conciliate the latter's misery. "I'm sorry, Kyungsoo..." he apologizes in a gentle hum, craning his neck to place his chapped lips near his ear. "I'm so sorry," Sehun repeats softly, "I didn't mean the things I've said and I'm the biggest fool you could ever have, but you don't have to cry anymore." He gently places kisses on top of the latter's head, gently rocking him in his arms. "I'll do it. I'll leave if I have to just--just don't feel like this anymore."

His hands unknowingly reach up to cup Kyungsoo’s face, the touch vaguely familiar. Cold fingertips gently brush against the result of Kyungsoo’s anguish, understanding the feeling quite well. He imagines the thoughts that must’ve been running through the kid’s mind, something amongst of where it all went wrong and why it had to be this day out of all days. "Say something," he ushers as gently as he could, finding it ironic that their roles had switched.

@〈 ST 〉Oh Sehun “If you’re hearing to cuss me out again, to call me out for being a disgusting, unnatural human then you can leave. I know what I am.” His voice is still broken and if possible even further than before. Kyungsoo looks down at the fingers that grasp onto the hem of his crumpled shirt, and he wonders if this is what a healthy hand looks like. His is too frail and the flesh on the back of his hand has probably stuck to his bones. Kyungsoo didn’t want Sehun here. He didn’t want to be put through something so humiliating again. He turns to his side, not wanting to face the enemy. Small feet aren’t covered by the Pororo slippers that he once loved. Pororo was for normal people. Kyungsoo wasn’t normal. All of his belongings were scattered out, save for a few clothes that he kept in the depths of his closet. Everything else was strewn out before him. Those were clothes that fags wore. “Why are you here? What do you want? Do you want to see how you’ve broken me?” Kyungsoo smiles bitterly and he leans up to come eye to eye with Sehun, voice coming out in something just above a whisper. “Well you’ve done a pretty good job of it. Look, this is a ’s natural habitat. Look at what it wears.. Look at where it sleeps. Look at what it tries to do to itself. Look at how it wants to die.”


Kyungsoo teeters over to his bed, slapping Sehun’s hand away with a weak flick of his wrist. He didn’t want those hands on him. He felt dirty, used. Slowly but surely he lands on the bed with an ungraceful fall. His vision was failing him, and the room was spinning in circles. Dizzy was nothing compared to what the smaller was feeling. Everything was moving, not letting him see clearly. If he were on Sehun’s end of the room he’d probably see a thin and frail boy who looked nothing of the age 19, practically half dead on the king sized bed ridden with even more sleeping pills. Kyungsoo had always hated pain. “Sometimes people say that you have to hide your real self to enjoy life in a regular society. Now I know what it’s like.” He paused. “Out of all people, I really thought you were the last one to judge me for who I was. I know now that you’re the first. If you want to ruin me even further.. Go ahead. It’s useless to put up a fight. Just know that if I end up on a death bed, I’ll do so happily.”

@〈 ST 〉Do Kyungsoo A small noise brings his attention to the door in front of him, and when a dark haired head peaks in, Sehun feels his heart stopping.

For a moment, he regrets coming.

The man gets out of the room, looking at Sehun with a weary expression. His face is pale, and it's giving in on the angles of his face. His cheekbones are more prominent than he remembered, and his eyes are dark as night. He’s dressed haphazardly with a blanket draping his shoulders, and he used to look so good when in white, Sehun thinks, trying to swallow the knot in his throat when all he sees is despair. There are deep black bruises underneath his eyes, and he is so thin Sehun wonders what would happen if he tries to hold him in his arms. The scene behind him doesn't need much explanation, medication scattered across the floor-- the fact that the attempt of suicide has even crossed this man’s mind, causes Sehun’s knees to weaken in shame. The clothes he can clearly remember are laid out recklessly in the corner. Who would of thought a simple outfit could trigger so much emotion? With Kyungsoo walking past this sight every day, he doesn't know the amount of pain this kid has felt for the past couple of /weeks/, for crying out loud. And he's to blame for it.

“Oh Kyungsoo…”

He listens to the boy's soft yet powerful words being whispered into the still air, and Sehun must be a masochist, because although it was painful to hear, he feels as though he's been wanting to hear this for a long time, finally relieved that it has been said at last. Sehun, though he may have walked out of their relationship and ended it when he had turned, they were still connected by an invisible bond that refused either male serenity without the other, so now he waits for Kyungsoo's turn to end it this time around. As much as it kills Sehun not so softly, he's waiting. He's waiting for Kyungsoo to lose interest and forget of his existence, and be with someone who can treat him so much better and protect him better than Sehun will allow himself to, all because he's screwed up too many times that he doesn't deserve his attention. But things don’t always turn out the way he wants it to.

Being depressed wasn't new to him, though he was a bit despondent to the fact that he wasn't immune to it by now. His eyes are locked on the smaller male, seeing the wry expression on the waiting boy's face before remembering what was beyond the him, literally, the room. Pills. Medications. He could imagine which drugs would try to appease the slowly growing depression in Kyungsoo that seemed to have been birthed tonight. But helpless to Kyungsoo's plea, he could not find the heart to speak. The only thing he could do was lower a hand and uncertainly hold the hem of the younger's shirt with little to no effort. It seemed to be the only way Sehun could keep Kyungsoo close, but if the latter slipped away from his loose grasp, he didn't know what he would do.

A small hand brings itself up to wipe at the stray tears that refused to leave him alone for the past few weeks. To open the door, or to not open the door. The words shattered his being into minuscule pieces, and here Kyungsoo was in the midst of it all, trying to pick up the pieces and tape them back together without hurting himself. In a way it was working, but tape had its life expectancy and his life seemed to be falling apart again. “How do I know I can trust you? I.. I obviously let you get away with my trust once.” The memories of the two together.. spending time in the library, Sehun taking care of him when he was ill, and Kyungsoo fussing over the older’s appearance. The memories were faded into a weary black and white, and though they used to bring a warm fuzzy feeling to the pits of his heart, now all they brought were shards of betrayal that sunk deep into his flesh. “Haven’t you caused me enough pain?” His voice was broken. What once was melodious and bright, was now dull and scratchy. The thought of breaking out into songs was no longer an option, and what was once his favorite song to sing to Sehun as a lullaby was no more than mere notes and rhythmic patterns.

Then again, Kyungsoo has always had a weak spot for his hyung. The way he looked at Kyungsoo, the way he treated the younger like a child of his own, it all gave him a sense of warmth and comfort he knew couldn’t be restored in mere hours. The small, shockingly thin male trudged his way to the door, blanket heavy around his shoulders as he pulled open the door, finding his eyes to meet with a clothed chest. He didn’t dare look up, not wanting to see the eyes that had burned their way into his memories in a way that was nothing short of betrayal. Once he had let the door open, Kyungsoo suddenly felt conscious about his appearance and how messy his room was. There were probably hundreds of sleeping pills on the floor, clothes from the night of the incident were strewn out, tissues piled into the trash can in the corner, and loose leaf papers of notes were falling from the wooden desk. What Sehun had done to him wasn’t just hard on Kyungsoo. It was catastrophic. “What more could you want from me?” The words came out in merely a whisper, but the way his voice shook should’ve been enough of a hint for Sehun to pick up just how broken Kyungsoo was.