Length: 5,347 words
Summary: Kyungsoo’s plan backfires.
Byun Baekhyun. Twenty-three years old. English major. Annoying little shit.
If there was anyone that Kyungsoo hated on his beloved campus, it was the brunette who seemed to be flushing away his entire tuition by showing up late on some days, not showing up on others, or staring off in the direction of Kyungsoo’s desk off to the side near the professor’s. Literature was something that Kyungsoo enjoyed personally, so he took offense when Baekhyun would show up with no interest at all. He often wondered what the hell the guy was doing there in the first place if he didn’t give two shits about the subject enough to show up on time and focus.
Homework was given often and everyone knew that none of the things given were actually graded since the only grades that went into the official class gradebook were the midterms and finals test. Byun Baekhyun was the exception of the majority.
“Can you help me with this?”
“When’s this due?”
“Is Mr. Kim going to check this tomorrow or no?”
Being the teacher’s assistant was neat, but being the teacher assistant for something that involved the brunette was rather on the negative side. On top of everything that Kyungsoo had to do for his own diploma, his own job, and his own separate work that was given to him by the professor himself, he was already absolutely flooded with stress and distractions, undesiring of Baekhyun’s annoying presence.
Baekhyun wasn’t the only student that sometimes got on Kyungsoo’s nerves, but it was blatantly clear that the other knew he was a stain on Kyungsoo’s day, and that fact was something that Baekhyun reveled in.
Mr. Kim was generally a benevolent man to work under, but there were times when Kyungsoo wanted to punch him for being inconsiderate and lousy—like at that moment.
It was six forty-five in the evening, and Kyungsoo was called out of his dinner plans with his colleagues by a phone call from Mr. Kim who had a “dire favor” to ask. Kyungsoo stood outside of the large department building with the task of retrieving papers for a separate class of Mr. Kim’s that needed to be graded but he forgot to take home. It was inevitable how he entered the large structure muttering curses and “Fuck you, Mr. Kim” under his breath despite smiling at a few people who he had the luck to pass by.
Upon reaching the corridor where the lecture hall was in, Kyungsoo pulled out the spare room key that he had been given by the professor and his cellphone, texting his friends that he could later join with them. As he approached the room, Kyungsoo finished sending his apologies and looked up, noticing that there was light emanating from the classroom. He wondered for a moment if the fifty year old geezer forgot to turn the lights off or if the janitor didn’t have the proper decency (maybe brains) to flip the switch off. It was odd, but nothing too out of the ordinary to spark a curious feeling for Kyungsoo.
It wasn’t until he touched the door handle to hold it while he shoved the key inside that Kyungsoo noticed that the door was never locked in the first place. He frowned, taking his hand away and stared at the handle for a while before he looked up, peering through the small window of the door that looked into the open lecture hall.
He saw movement from behind the professor’s desk and froze. It couldn’t have been Mr. Kim himself. Kyungsoo was apprehensive about entering the classroom when he looked around and saw no one near who he could shout for help to incase something terrible were to happen to him. What if he was about to approach a maniac? His body wouldn’t be found until the next Monday since it was Saturday and Mr. Kim didn’t have any classes during the weekends.
For a second, Kyungsoo thought about going back to the lobby and getting some sort of guard or authority figure higher up than he that could apprehend whoever was in the room, but then the individual stood up from behind the desk and Kyungsoo recognized the soft face through the window.
“What is he doing?”
Life of a college student was fairly hard. Between paying tuition and rent, it was difficult to have extra pocket money. This situation applied to most students, except Baekhyun. He learned a while back how to get a comfy amount of pocket money on the side while living adequately as a student and that was through selling test information.
He knew it was wrong, but it didn’t really bother him too much. A job was a job and the upcoming English final had a few worried bees on the higher end of the stress stick. Luckily for them, Baekhyun was pretty handy with picking locks and was quite familiar with taking pictures of Mr. Kim’s tests. With the older professor’s classroom being in a more isolated part of the building, rarely anyone came around unless there a class was scheduled. After a few times, Baekhyun stopped feeling the need to overcomplicate his job by turning the lights off and using a flashlight to find what he needed. His manner was of executing his errands became more casual.
As he rummaged carefully in the drawers of Mr. Kim’s desk, he hummed a tune. Baekhyun had hummed that same tune a number of times; all those times went uninterrupted, except for that evening. In the midst of taking out a pale manila folder from a bottom desk drawer and going through its contents with ease, Baekhyun heard the front door slam open and a voice calling him out by his name. The papers fell to the ground and Baekhyun was almost scrambling to drop down and crawl behind the large wooden desk to hide, but then he realized he would’ve looked absolutely stupid having been caught already.
His fingers curled and he nervously tried to fix his hair and shirt (though unnecessary). Quickly, reasons shot through his mind as he began to try and concoct a reason for being there. However, all efforts dissolved when he calmed himself enough to look and see that it was the cute and little (not exactly little since they were almost the same height) teacher’s assistant that often gave mean looks as frequently as he could.
Almost immediately, Baekhyun felt himself relax. If it had been an administrator, then he wouldn’t made a run for it, but, it was only Kyungsoo, and for a split second, Baekhyun wondered that assistant was doing at such an hour in a classroom that would not be in use until the following Monday. As Kyungsoo quickly walked to approach him, Baekhyun’s heavy frown changed, turning in a cocky grin.
Kyungsoo glared, unamused by the greeting. “What are you doing here, Baekhyun?”
Shrugging, Baekhyun laughed as he put his hands in the front pockets of his dark jeans. “I was looking for Mr. Kim. I thought he’d be here, but he’s not.”
When Kyungsoo glanced down at the ground where Baekhyun had dropped the folder and papers, Baekhyun immediately followed the direction of his eyes and pursed his lips. The moment Kyungsoo lifted his eyes to slash through his, Baekhyun smiled brighter, keeping his stance. “Uh-huh. What’s that on the ground?”
“The dead product of trees.”
“Really, cause it looks like the finals test to me,” Kyungsoo said, tone unwavering he gave Baekhyun a blank look with an underlying threat. “Were you planning on taking pictures of those?”
Baekhyun scoffed. “And if I told you no?”
“I would say that you’re lying.”
“Don’t you think it’s kind of rude of you to think the worst of me?”
Kyungsoo wasn’t entertained, but Baekhyun secretly thought it was amusing how perfectly in line Kyungsoo was by not being so overly dramatic about the situation. They had a minor stand off for a few seconds before Kyungsoo took his phone and unlocked the screen, tapping numbers for a phone call. As he watched, Baekhyun frowned and suddenly a slight panic came up on him. He looked at the door but the moment he took one step to take his leave, Kyungsoo shook his head at him.
“No, you stay right there,” the assistant commanded. Baekhyun stopped and stood where he was, ten feet away from where Kyungsoo was stationed. “I’m calling someone to come up here and making a formal report against you.”
Baekhyun scrunched his face, grumbling for a bit before he walked over and entered Kyungsoo’s bubble of space. “Can’t you make an exception this time? Give me a warning, Soo.”
“Don’t call me ‘Soo’ like we’re friends.”
“You’ve been in my position before, right?” Baekhyun tried, attempting to get the latter to relate. However, it was all in vain.
“Actually, no, I haven’t—Ah, hello? Yeah, this is Do Kyungsoo.”
“I’m calling from lecture hall A—”
There was too much on the line for Baekhyun. The possibility of expulsion was high, which would give his mother a heart attack and death. Following his mother dying, his grandmother would probably die as well from shame and sadness. In fact, Baekhyun was sure everyone would die in the end if he got kicked out for trying to snap a few pictures of questions that would be addressed during the finals. It was, for the first time in an extremely long extended period of time, where Baekhyun felt the burn of anxiety that came with stealing test information.
He probably acted out of panic. At least, that’s what he thought the second after he took Kyungsoo’s phone, ended the call, and threw the shiny cellular device over at the high rise seating in the room. Afterwards, both of them heard it crash with cringe-worthy sound of it landing on the glass front. Baekhyun’s chest heaved, exhilarated by the sudden move, yet somewhat fearing what the no-nonsense male behind him would do.
Quickly, Baekhyun fixed his posture and awkwardly coughed as he glanced at Kyungsoo’s expression. “I’m sorry,” he said curtly. “I had to…”
“You’re kidding me, right?” Kyungsoo said, slowly turning his head in Baekhyun’s direction. “You really didn’t just rocket launch my cellphone all the way over there.”
Baekhyun tried to keep his cool. He was used to having the upper hand, never losing the image of being the better one in the situation, but Kyungsoo’s glare of death was beginning to burn a hole through his existence. Before he knew it, he was rubbing his fingers together—something he only did when he was nervous.
“I mean, maybe,” Baekhyun replied. “Then again, maybe not—” When Kyungsoo went to go retrieve his phone, which may or may not have been already broken at that point, Baekhyun hurried over and grabbed the latter’s hand, but immediately dropped it a few seconds after contact. “What’re you doing?”
“Getting my phone,” Kyungsoo muttered in distaste.
“It’s probably already broken,” Baekhyun said, motioning his hand around as if to dramatically illustrate how dead the device was.
Nonetheless, despite Baekhyun’s arguments, Kyungsoo went over and collected his cellphone which happened to have landed near the fourth row. After picking it up, he saw that it had shut off. When he attempted to turn the device back on, it briefly tried to muster light, but in the end, the cellphone (the one that he struggled to save just to buy) went dead and Kyungsoo couldn’t help himself anymore. He pitched the palm-sized piece of—now—dysfunctional junk in Baekhyun’s direction, barely missing the brunette’s face just an inch.
“You could’ve hit me!”
“You’re a stupid little airhead,” Kyungsoo growled, stepping down from where the seating are and back on the ground floor. “That’s what I was trying to do!”
Flustered, Baekhyun’s motor skills stalled for a second as Kyungsoo passed him, heading to the exit, but soon after, he regained his sense and hurried to catch up with the fast walking TA. “Hey, hey! Where’re you going now!?”
Kyungsoo whipped his head around, stopping momentarily, almost causing Baekhyun who was following close after to crash right into him. “To the administration office to report you to the—”
“No!” Baekhyun blurted. When Kyungsoo raised his brows, Baekhyun grumbled a few things under his breath as he closed the distance between them and placed his hand on the TA’s shoulders. “Don’t. Please, don’t,” he pleaded, eyes filled with desperation—something that was even evident to Kyungsoo. “I promise I won’t do it again. I didn’t even take pictures! You want to see? I can show you—”
“You broke into a classroom,” Kyungsoo reminded him as he tried to shake Baekhyun’s hands off in vain. “You attempted to steal a test for, most likely, profit. Standard procedures demand that I—”
“Can’t you just forget about standard procedures this one time!?” Under Baekhyun’s clutch, Kyungsoo winced at the force. “Please? I’ll do anything. Just—This one time.”
Time passed by and Kyungsoo contemplated quickly in that moment about what to do. He looked behind Baekhyun and saw strong evidence of attempted theft of info with all the paper lying around. Then, Kyungsoo darted his eyes back to Baekhyun’s face, distraught, apparent in the way he looked like he was about to hyperventilate with the heavy, nervous breathing he was doing.
Pausing for a second, Kyungsoo glanced at the clock and decided he wasn’t up for any more of the begging and fighting. Exhaling, he took a hand and shoved Baekhyun away before walking back to Mr. Kim’s desk, scooping the scattered paper up one by one as he got closer until, eventually, he had everything in his arms. Baekhyun watched from where Kyungsoo last left him, anxious about what the hell the TA was about to do, and was left surprised when Kyungsoo did nothing else than neatly put everything back.
“What’re you doing, Soo?” The question was asked again.
A response didn’t go his way immediately. Kyungsoo took his time locking the drawer and opening another, the one where the old professor kept the assignments that he had called Kyungsoo to retrieve, and took the contents out.
After cleaning up the area one last time and looking over to see if it looked as pristine as it was before Baekhyun started rummaging around it, Kyungsoo hummed to himself before turning around and facing the nervous brunette. “Are you going to tell on me?”
Frowning, Kyungsoo narrowed his eyes. “Tell on you? No.”
Blinking, Baekhyun bit lips, eyes following the TA moving nearer and nearer to him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“What do you think it means?” Kyungsoo shot back, walking at a steady pace towards the door. This time, Baekhyun did nothing to hold him back. He only followed.
“You’re sparing me this one time?”
“What does ‘hn’ mean?”
Kyungsoo waited for Baekhyun to get out of the room before he used his foot to close the door. Afterwards, he locked it shut, checking twice to see if he had done it right and that the knob wouldn’t freely turn. “I wouldn’t say I’m sparing you.”
“As long as you’re not going to tell the—”
“Don’t misunderstand me, Byun,” Kyungsoo cut, slowly starting his way down the hallway. “Just because you won’t be facing consequences from the school it doesn’t mean you’re free from any type of punishment.”
“Anything is better than being expelled,” Baekhyun muttered.
Eleven forty-five in the night and Baekhyun’s eyes were ready to fall out of his head and onto the stack of written essays that were each more than fifteen pages. He closed his eyes for a moment, heaving a great, big sigh as he rubbed his face with his hands before ruffling his tuff of hair into a messy appearance.
He frowned, thinking about the stack that he still had to grade through. Everything that Mr. Kim had asked Kyungsoo to get for him was suddenly turned over to Kyungsoo himself to grade. Obviously, cranky from not having eaten, missing his dinner date with his friends, and tired from Baekhyun’s incident, Kyungsoo wasn’t in the best mood anymore when the old professor called again to give him the work load.
“Grade these while I go eat. I’ll be back,” Kyungsoo had told him as he let Baekhyun into his single dorm room.
Of course, the more Baekhyun looked over at the clock, he kept thinking of how long Kyungsoo decided to leave him with the stack. In all honesty, he was hoping that he would be excused from the work once the TA arrived back, but for obvious reasons, Baekhyun knew he couldn’t rely on that hope very well.
Sighing, he gripped the red pen back in his aching hand and tried to continue reading, but found that he couldn’t. His attention, instead, drifted to inanimate objects around the room. In one corner was Kyungsoo’s laundry all neatly organized in two hampers—one for colored and one for whites. Above the desk that he was using, Baekhyun could see a small shelf that held text book after text book. A few feet behind him, Kyungsoo’s bed was made, tight and perfect. Maybe it was because he was fatigued and not necessarily thinking clearly anymore that he wondered if Kyungsoo was as physically tight and perfect as his bed.
When he realized that the sudden thought came bubbling up in his mind, Baekhyun slapped himself on the cheek and hit his head against the desk. He stayed that way until he heard the front door wriggle and open. Jerking upwards, he turned his head and focused his tired eyes on the TA that finally decided to return.
“Where the hell were you!? You said you were just going to go eat!” Baekhyun said, unable to help the volume of his voice.
“I did say that,” Kyungsoo calmly replied as he toed off his shoes and slipped into his slippers.
“You left four hours ago!”
Kyungsoo gave him a look, stoically frowning. “And how much did you get done in four hours?” he threw back, turning the table on the brunette.
“I really don’t know—maybe twenty out of however many boring idiots who thought this subject would be fun. I mean, who wants to write twenty pages about the origins of Literature?” Slapping a hand on the table, Baekhyun shot up from Kyungsoo’s chair. “I think I did twenty-five percent of it. I’m going back to my dorm, okay?”
“No, you’re not.” Shaking off the jacket that he was wearing, Kyungsoo promptly folded it and set it on the edge of his bed, aware that Baekhyun’s eyes were following his movements even with his back turned. “I told you that you wouldn’t have to face the school, but consider this your punishment. Grade those papers for me,” he muttered as he started unbuttoning the front of his white dress shirt.
Baekhyun watched the male’s back, shadowed by the only light source in the room which came from the lamp on the desk. The light lined Kyungsoo’s small shoulders, dawning on the male’s small physical features. In some small ways, despite facing his back, Baekhyun could tell that the TA’s appearance was slightly messier than when he had last seen him a few hours ago.
“I really don’t want to read through any more of it.”
“I know,” Kyungsoo replied, starting to shrug out of his shirt. His right shoulder peeked out and caught Baekhyun’s eye. At first, the brunette froze, unable to take his eyes off of the TA’s body until he finally got a hold of himself and moved his eyes away. “It’s exactly why I’m giving it to you to do.”
The TA’s gradual nudity was bothering Baekhyun (more like distracting him), so he decided to take the initiative by dropping back down on the revolving chair and turning it to face the wall. “This is unbearable,” he mumbled, slouching.
“Because you just can’t let me off with a warning, maybe?” Baekhyun groaned. “I already apologized. I did some of your work. I’ve also been under house arrest in a room that’s not even mine. Why do you have to be so serious about this entire thing? You act like you’re Professor Kim himself, all uptight and crispy—”
“Yeah. Crispy as in dry. You’re dry.” Shutting his eyes, Baekhyun folded his arms on the desk and set his head on the desk. “What’re you? Twenty-four?” His voice sounded muffled, but Kyungsoo could hear him fine. “You act like you’re ancient. You know what you need? For someone as tight as you, you need to…”
“I need to what.”
For a split half-second, Baekhyun hesitated, but then it came out like a speeding bullet. “You need to get laid, Soo.”
Behind him, Baekhyun could hear Kyungsoo stop moving. Either he finished undressing his top half, which Baekhyun had no interest in turning around to see whether or not he actually was, or he actually took such offense to the brunette’s words that he had to physically stop all other activity. The room was momentarily filled with the same silence that existed when it was only Baekhyun alone with himself. However, the serenity broke the moment the brunette felt himself being pulled from the chair and shoved on the bed.
“Is that the mentality that you kids have nowadays? That people like me ‘need to get laid’?”
It took a few seconds for Baekhyun to get a grip about what just happened and his current position at the moment. Kyungsoo was towering over him half-naked, which was like a sin in Baekhyun’s book, because how dare this boring TA look so fine? The brunette blamed it on the dim lighting. Even the ugliest duck could look like a swan in low light.
“I mean, don’t you think?” Baekhyun replied. He could sense that Kyungsoo was a little ticked off, but for some reason, he hoped that the strict male would get so pissed that he’d actually kick him out of the room and tell him to leave. “You’re so uptight. Maybe it’s because you are tight—”
Face flushing red, Kyungsoo’s hand lifted into the air and came down to smack Baekhyun on his right cheek, but to both of their surprise, Baekhyun was able to get a hold of Kyungsoo by the wrist. “Whoa,” he mumbled to himself as his bewildered eyes met Kyungsoo’s.
“Holy shit, I’m amazing.”
Irked, Kyungsoo tried to pull his right hand away while trying to hit Baekhyun with his other, but again, the brunette managed to avoid being pelted with hits by catching the TA’s hand. Kyungsoo paused for a moment and struggled to release himself, but the grip Baekhyun exerted increased and he was locked with the grinning male who was lying on the bed with a look of triumph on his face.
“Even though I can barely see straight anymore because I’m so tired, I managed to block you. If we were animals in the animal kingdom, you’d be my sub by now, you know. I pretty much showed you my dominance in strength just now.”
“How stupid are you?” Kyungsoo said, exasperated as he pulled his hands repeatedly.
“Question is, how stupid do you think I am,” Baekhyun said, laughing. Before Kyungsoo could open his mouth, the brunette took him by surprise and pulled him on the bed as well. With a heavy “oof!” the TA landed half of his body on Baekhyun’s face.
Just as Kyungsoo struggled to get his hands back, Baekhyun received his bit of karma as he struggled to get air under Kyungsoo’s chest. He let go of the TA’s wrist and pushed Kyungsoo off of him, rolling the boy on the other side of the bed. “You know, your hands feel really soft. Do you masturbate a lot?” Baekhyun asked as Kyungsoo tried to unsuccessfully sit up only to fail when the brunette crawled on top of him, pushing the TA back on the mattress. “People who jack a lot tend to have soft hands from all that lotion. Want to feel mine?”
Before Kyungsoo could even mutter out a word to tell Baekhyun that he didn’t have any desire to feel the hand used for self-pleasure, Baekhyun took both of his hands and cupped the latter’s face, rubbing them all over. “I’m super sensitive so I have to lube it up or not do it at all!”
He screamed. Kyungsoo screamed and he struggled under Baekhyun’s torment. Regrets bounced off his walls as the small TA started to furiously wonder what the hell happened to his plan to punish the brunette. Why the hell was he suddenly being the one pushed on the bed with hands used for masturbation touching his face like it was no one’s business?
“Stop it! Stop it, you immature brat!”
“I swear to god I’m not usually like this!” Baekhyun defended, hysterically laughing, near the brink of tears as he continued to run his hands against Kyungsoo’s face. “I’m so tired right now, I’m out of it. This is your fault!”
The second Baekhyun’s hands traveled lower than they ought to have, Kyungsoo stiffened and intensified in his struggle. As persistent as he was for Baekhyun to get off, Baekhyun was just as motivated to stay on. “Hey, Soo, your chest is soft, too,” he slurred.
“God, your nipples are so small!”
“They’re perky just like your personality!”
“How cute! They’re the perfect shade of pink!”
Reaching forward, Kyungsoo slapped his own hands on Baekhyun’s face, trying to annoy the kid so much that he’d stop, but it didn’t work and soon, they were both touching each other as if in a competition as to who could make the other bend. When it was clear that hands on his face wasn’t going to make Baekhyun stop, Kyungsoo reached lower, gripped him by the shirt and started pushing and pulling. However, the moment Kyungsoo pulled too forcibly, Baekhyun lost his central balance and fell forward, face hitting Kyungsoo’s own.
All horse play ended as Baekhyun stayed lifeless atop Kyungsoo, groaning and moving just barely. It took a moment for Kyungsoo to be aware of the fact that Baekhyun’s lips were on his cheek. In no more than a second, Kyungsoo turned his head away from Baekhyun’s as he pushed the male’s torso and limbs off, rolling off the bed.
“I changed my mind. I’m not reporting you, but I’m…I’m done. Get out,” Kyungsoo gritted, angrily fixing his tousled hair. “Get off my bed and leave—Yah! Did you hear me!?”
“I’m so tired, Soo…” the brunette whined.
Unfazed, Kyungsoo kicked the bed, which was something he had never done. He never intentionally kicked anything that he owned. “That’s too bad! I’m done with you so you need to get out.”
“I’m tired of you!” Kyungsoo said, pulling at the back of Baekhyun’s shirt, trying to get him off the bed. “This was a mistake, but I’m too over this to think of another way to punish you. You’re unbearable, so just—Hey! Are you even listening!?”
“I’m going to kill you if you fall asleep on me, Baekhyun!”
Then, the TA heard the first snore.
Three hours and more essays later, Kyungsoo found his eyes too tired to go on with grading. He looked back and saw Baekhyun spread out on his bed, snoring and hogging up the place. Part of him really wanted the other gone, but sleep was calling him and he didn’t want to sleep on the cold floor, because why should he?
Setting his pen down, Kyungsoo muttered “fuck it” and turned the lamp off, shuffling to his bed. When Baekhyun reflexively reached for him in his sleep, Kyungsoo pushed his head away and rolled the other on the farthest end, stealing the blanket away. “Annoying.”
Yawning, Baekhyun woke up, opening his eyes to an unfamiliar environment. He yawned and attempted to stretch his arms, but later found that he couldn’t because there was a weight on his left. Groggily, Baekhyun turned his head and jerked to see someone sleeping on his arm. Even more bewilderment washed over him when he took a closer look and noticed it to be Kyungsoo, the TA. Baekhyun stopped for a minute and looked about, taking note of the room and judging that he wasn’t in the comfort of his own mess.
Then, memories came flooding in and within a second, the brunette’s chest began heaving as he stared up at the blank, white ceiling. He stayed that way until he felt the male next to him stir awake. Immediately, Baekhyun felt a rush go through him as he watched the TA slowly wake from his beauty (yes, beauty. Do Kyungsoo was pretty in the morning) sleep.
“Good morning,” Baekhyun croaked as he tried to muster up a stupid smile.
Groaning, Kyungsoo brought his hands to his face. “Oh…my god.”
Having been awake for a while, Baekhyun had the less groggy mind. Smiling at the memories in his head, he turned his body to Kyungsoo. “How was it? Was I good?” he said in a low voice.
“What?” Kyungsoo sounded irritated, but Baekhyun only beamed.
“Sex. Was I any good?”
If Kyungsoo was sleepy, he wasn’t anymore. “What the hell—”
“Wow, you’re so shocked. Was I that amazing?”
Jerking upwards, Kyungsoo sat up and glared at Baekhyun’s confused face. “We didn’t have sex, you moron!”
Baekhyun blinked multiple times before uttering out a, “What!?”
Scratching his head, Kyungsoo took in a deep breath. “You wouldn’t leave and I didn’t want to sleep on the floor.”
With his mouth hanging open, Baekhyun slowly sat up as well. “I thought…I thought I touched your nipples. I saw you naked and I was in between your legs. We fucked—Wait…Clothes. We have clothes…”
Kyungsoo gave him a look as he got up immediately, leaving Baekhyun on the bed. “You’re disgusting and I’m going to go take a shower.”
Flustered, Baekhyun threw the covers off of him, but when he felt his lower half rigid as thick wood, he stopped. Then it was like lightning struck the room, filling it with an electric sense of tension as Kyungsoo met the brunette’s wide eyes. “Soo, I’m—”
“Wait, no, Soo, I—”
“Forget about the break in. Forget about being punished. Forget it all,” Kyungsoo quickly said as he hurried to grab some clothing and a towel.
Taking the bed sheets, Baekhyun covered himself up again, but just his lower half. Jeans that were tight enough to show any type of bulge were not in Baekhyun’s favor that morning. “I’m sorry! You’re just—”
“I don’t want to kn—”
“Kind of hot and fun!” Baekhyun finished.
After grabbing his bathroom products, clothes and towel, Kyungsoo opened the door and gave him a face. It was clear that he was trying to appear strict and composed, but his red face and wobbling expression was giving away his embarrassment. “I hate you,” Kyungsoo said, his voice wavering.
“You’re a thief, a harasser, and a bed stealer.”
“It happens! It’s a normal body function for healthy boys—”
“I’m going. I need to shower and get away from you.”
It was too late. Embarrassed by the attention and Baekhyun’s bodily response, Kyungsoo left, striding out as fast as he could, leaving Baekhyun alone in the room to hate on himself. Carefully, Baekhyun dragged his hand down under the sheets and found the hard, stiff tent that he had made. Frustrated, he groaned as he fell back on the bed and curled up into a ball, whining about how “Anything’s better than this…”