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Kyungsoo smiles and turns to open his front door. This date hadn't been so bad. He's not a good kisser though, so Kyungsoo will just try to avoid the whole kiss goodnigh–
"Soo?"
He winces. "Yes?"
Luhan reaches out to gently take the boy's hand and turn him around and no. Oh no. No. Don't let him do it don't let him do it don't let him–
Kyungsoo freezes as he feels Luhan's lips on his and leans away but the boy misinterprets this as being playful and just follows him but it's only a lip lock so the brunette decides to stick this one out, panicking when Luhan actually opens his mouth and fucking jabs his tongue out and instinct takes over as the annoyed boy opens his mouth in an attempt to accommodate this but is thoroughly disgusted as the wet intruder sweeps across his mouth in the most uncoordinated manner Kyungsoo has ever experienced like this kid just stuck it in and thought 'so I just lick all over right?' and god damn it get this guy off of me. Kyungsoo turns his head away only for the tongue to now make a thick trail of spit on his face and Luhan leans in, licking his neck and I guess trying to be kinky or creative but Kyungsoo feels so awkward and uncomfortable and please God make it stop. Kyungsoo finally clears his throat to get the boy's attention.
"Hey, uh, I really need to go inside."
Luhan pulls away. "Oh. Okay, I'll see you soon?"
"Yeah." Lie. Fat lie. Kyungsoo locks the door behind him and groans. Worst. Kisser. Ever.
"Right there? Yeah you like that baby?"
"Like what?"
"What I'm doing to you. You like that don't you?"
"Chanyeol, we're on the phone."
A frustrated sigh seems to force its way through the speaker and Kyungsoo tries not to groan too loudly.
"Soo, you gotta losen up more baby. Have some fun. Common, just touch yourself and moan for me."
"No."
"Come on–"
"I, uh. Actually, I gotta go. My boss is beeping in." Lie.
"Oh. Well, I'll call you later and we'll have hours of phone sex."
"Why do we need to have phone sex? Why can't we have real sex?"
"Because, my mom says I can date boys as long as I don't let them touch me."
"...."
"Hello?"
Kyungsoo practically leaps onto the unfamiliar bed because this is the one, this is gonna be fucking amazing. He'd spent practically the whole day with Yifan, doing really unusual date activities like voluneering at the local food bank and then going to Yifan's grandma's house to try to fix the motion light on her portch which kept flickering when someone got too close followed by dinner at an obscure hole in the wall restaurant where you skin your own potatoes, that serves buckets of lamb and has waitresses talking in undistiguishable, blatantly fake accents and this whole day has been really freaking weird and Kyungsoo was about to call it quits when Yifan invited him into his house. At first the cinical brunette said no, but then Yifan kissed him goodnight.
That kiss. Was amazing.
So here he is, excitedly rolling around on the mattress with this gorgeous male, clothing flying everywhere, condom and lube ready to go because finally someone who can meet his very reasonable standards.
Kyungsoo grunts as Yifan presses himself inside, he didn't prep him very thoroughly so there's a slight burn, but it's not too bad. Kyungsoo starts to move with him and manipulate the angle to hit his sweet spot but the blonde is very enthusiastic and making it very difficult with his quick pace to find it so Kyungsoo starts to say something but is cut off by Yifan's obnoxiously loud moan and Kyungsoo gapes in disbelief as he feels the boy's hips stutter and stop and oh fuck no– Yifan huffs an exhausted exhale and pulls out, rolling to the side and settling on his back. Kyungsoo glances at the clock. It's only been three minutes. Mother fucker.
"Aww man that was fucking great." He rolls onto his side to face Kyungsoo, "Hey I just remembered my neighbors are repainting their house tomorrow. You wanna spend the night and come with me to give 'em a hand?"
He glares at the panting blonde in anger but quickly takes a deep breath to supress it before standing up calmly and putting clothes back on. He turns to face the confused man on the bed. "I'm leaving now."
"Wait, What? O-Okay, uh, call me!"
Kyungsoo slams the front door shut and quickly realizes he didn't drive here but he isn't going back inside so he walks down the street to the bus stop and waits about 10 mins before getting picked up.
Fuck my life.
His phone vibrates.
From: Stupid Jerk
Heyy, rehearsal cancelled tonight... Door's unlocked if you feel like not rejecting me for once ;)
Kyungsoo presses his tongue into his cheek and puts his phone away without responding. His place is actually pretty close– off of the next stop... No, no, no. Don't even think about it. The bus slows down and Kyungsoo shakes his head, physically telling himself no, as they pull up to the next stop. The doors open and a couple people stand and start walking to the front of the bus. Kyungsoo stands his ground. People begin to enter the bus.
"Kyungsoo!?"
The boy's soul practically shrieks and tries to leave his body at the sound of that voice but he clutches to it and stands up.
"Baekhyun. Heyy." Oh my fucking god, just gag me.
The boy laughs and gives him a huge hug and Kyungsoo looks at the doors which are now stuck open and the driver is messing with some wires.
"Kyungie I haven't seen you in months! Have you been avoiding that second date you promised me?" He playfully punches Kyungsoo's shoulder and grins widely. Kyungsoo has an awful flashback of Baekhyun talking nonstop about his pet ferret and then trying to chair dance for him and it was so corny and horrible and, wait–
"I didn't promise another date."
"Well at least we have a couple stops until your house, I remember where it is." He smiles and Kyungsoo frowns suspiciously.
"I never took you to my house."
Baekhyun is about to respond when the bus driver finally has some success fixing the door.
"Ohhh, darn you know what?" Kyungsoo starts inching past the boy. "I'm actually getting off here today so I'll see you around." Hopefully a lie. He turns and books it to the front of the bus and leaps through the doors without looking back and stands next to the large map that directs him to the north and south ends of the park and he takes a moment to violently ram his skull into the sign, startling a passing elderly couple and a near by flock of birds before letting out a heavy sigh and turning around. Head hanging low as he takes his walk of shame to the one place he's been avoiding for the past two years.