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Khee has been lost in this fucking corn maze for god-knows-how-long, and he’s about ten minutes away from pissing his pants. He’s not even sure why he said yes to going inside; Daigo had seemed so sure that it wouldn’t take them very long and that they’d be back on the road in no time.
Now, Khee is wandering around, alone, staring at the slowly darkening sky and regretting his choices. If only he had stayed in the damn car! He had seen the map pulled up on Decarbia’s phone, there was only ten minutes left until they were at the next gas station. He’s sure that Decarbia and her girlfriend are done looking at pumpkins by now; hell, it’s possible that Daigo has made it out of the maze himself and they’re all just waiting for him.
Khee’s bladder aches. If there’s one thing he does know — he doesn’t want to greet them with soaked jeans.
At this point, squeezing his dick while walking around isn’t helping much. He’s not sure the last time he pissed, just that he hadn’t used the bathroom at the last gas station they had stopped at. (Another regret.) When he had tripped over a root he was sure he was about to full-on piss his pants, but somehow managed to stop it, doubling over and shoving both hands between his legs, teeth clenched.
Bzzt. Bzzt.
Spurt.
The sound makes Khee almost jump out of his skin, followed closely by a gush of piss into his underwear. Fuck, fuck, fuck …! Khee notes that his hands are shaking a little as he takes his phone out of his pocket, pulling his jacket up to inspect the damage to his pants as he hits accept.
“Hello?” Much to Khee’s dismay, there’s a huge dark spot on his jeans, noticeable even in the dying light.
The caller is Daigo. “Khee! Are you still in the maze? I’ve been trying to find you, I’m sorry I wandered off.”
“Y-yeah, I’m still inside the maze,” Khee says. “Are you still inside? Is there anything you can see that I can use as a landmark to find you?”
Daigo’s laugh is muffled by the phone. “Hmm… let me look. You know, Khee, all I can see is corn…”
“Come on dude, I’m genuinely lost, okay?” Spurt. Spurt. Khee’s bladder clenches. Khee shoves his free hand back in between his legs, grimacing at the cooling wetness against his palm, before trying to wipe it off on his pant leg. Khee immediately curses himself once more as he realizes that he’s just wiping more piss on his jeans. To be honest, Khee isn’t sure how much longer he can hold it. He doesn’t really want to tell Daigo what the issue is, but it will be easier to just spit it out over the phone.
“Daigo, I’m going to be honest with you right now, I need to piss so fucking badly I can barely focus on getting myself out of this goddamn maze, okay? So that’s why I’m lost.”
This time Daigo’s laugh tapers off in confusion. “Are you serious? It’s a corn maze. Just piss in the corn.”
“Jesus, you know I hate peeing outside!” Khee protests. He’s been forcing himself to keep walking as they talk, but now he realizes too late that he’s come to a dead end.
“Khee…” Daigo begins, but apparently doesn’t want to continue that line of thought, instead saying, “Just stay where you are, and turn your phone flashlight on or something so I can find you, okay?”
“Please hurry, I’m at a dead end, so it might be a little difficult to find me — “
Daigo’s scoff cuts him off. “I know exactly where you are, you managed to find the only dead end in the entire place? I’ll be over there soon. And like I said before: just piss in the corn.”
Daigo hangs up.
Still trembling, Khee does as he’s told and turns the flashlight on. Of course he would lead himself to the only dead end in the entire maze. Daigo must have found his way out if he knew exactly where he was; Daigo was an excellent outdoorsman and probably just navigated his way through by looking for the cardinal directions or some shit. Did outdoorsmanship count inside a corn maze? Daigo would probably make fun of him if he —
Spurt.
Khee can’t take it anymore.
Haphazardly, he drops his phone on the ground, somehow having half a mind to drop it with the flashlight pointing up so that Daigo can still find him in the relative darkness. Khee can feel himself leaking as soon as he makes the decision to just piss here, already undoing his pants as he hurries over to the wall of corn, pulling his dick out as fast as he can.
Hiss.
The relief is immediate and overwhelming. Even with his shitty hearing Khee has nothing to do but listen to the splatter of his piss against the dirt and the noise it makes as it hits the corn leaves. Khee bites his lip and tries to pretend that he’s at a urinal, or at least one of those gross pit outhouses that he had been forced to use the one time he let Daigo drag him along on a camping trip. (Daigo enjoyed camping, while Khee enjoyed glamping, or at least according to Daigo’s sensibilities.) Khee lets himself relax and glances around as the stream tapers off. The sight of the tall corn stalks against the backdrop of a fading sunset is quite the scenic place for a piss, Khee has to admit.
Before fixing his clothes, Khee inspects his jeans, resigned to the fact that there was no easy way to make them any drier. At least they wouldn’t get any wetter. The wet spot on his jeans is embarrassing, but his jacket is long enough to cover it, he hopes.
Footsteps. Behind him. Khee zips his jeans and pulls his jacket down as far as it will go.
“Finally listened to my advice?” Daigo asks, cocky.
“Shut up.”