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Rating:<\/b> PG-13
Pairing:<\/b> OT4 Baekhyun\/Chen\/Chanyeol\/D.O.
Other Pairings Involved:<\/b> Kai\/Sehun
Length:<\/b> 6680 words
Summary:<\/b> Kyungsoo had to get out of there. This has got to be a mistake. There’s no way<\/i> he’s rooming with a bunch of beagles.
Warning(s):<\/b> brief description of harassment and violence, degrading language, blood
A\/N:<\/b> Originally written for <\/a>takostation<\/b><\/a><\/span> here<\/a>


Kyungsoo stood in awe at the sight before him; large eyes taking in all the different creatures converging and moving about. This is the first time he saw so many hybrids at one place; feeling simultaneously reassured and intimidated at the same time. He tries not to stare at the pair of lizard hybrids casually lounging together under the tree, sunlight occasionally catching on their gleaming scales. It’s the first time he even saw one up close, for there has not been a lot of reptile hybrids in this country. A triplet of giggling bunnies in cheerleading uniform brushes past him, and he follows them with his eyes to see that they’re heading towards a group of great danes. Kyungsoo scrunches his face. Dogs<\/i>. And they seem to be jocks too; if the basketball varsity jackets were anything to go by. Kyungsoo tries not to visibly bristle when one of them seems to be looking his way, and he quickly hauls his luggage towards the resident college. He wishes he’ll get to be as lucky as Sehun and Minseok for getting to be roommates with each other; plus the other two cat hybrids who were third year seniors.

Kyungsoo drags his luggage in the hallway; pointy ears occasionally twitching in various directions catching all kinds of sounds from in and outside the dorms. What annoys him the most is that drumming dubstep music that seems to get louder as he nears his designated room. And his suspicion is confirmed when the music is clearly throbbing through the door he’s currently standing in front of. Kyungsoo heaves a sigh. There goes his wish for a quiet dorm life. Kyungsoo nearly claws at the door when his knocks goes unheard, and is relieved to find it unlocked when he gave the knob a turn. Loud music came assaulting his ears at full blast; and he twitches when his nose immediately picks up that smell coming from all over the room. No.<\/i>

There in front of him, three very excited beagles are currently jamming to Pitbull.

Kyungsoo has half a mind to back out.


+++


Sehun’s face scrunches up when Kyungsoo is coming near their table. Jongin slowly perks up from his comfortable recline against Sehun’s frame, and Minseok pulls out the chair beside him for Kyungsoo to take.

“You smell like dog<\/i>,” Sehun says accusingly, beige tail swatting restlessly behind.

Kyungsoo all but slumps heavily in his seat, elbow propped up on the table massaging his temple. “It’s my roommates.”

“Wait you roomed with a dog? I thought they group hybrids’ resident to their kind?” Pipes a confused Jongin.

“That’s what i thought too, but i went down to the resident’s office and apparently there were never such rule in the residency. They’re trying to, promote unity and shits.” Kyungsoo huffs with an air quote around ‘promote’ and ‘unity’. “Anyway, I tried and there’s no way they’re letting me change dorm.”

“That sucks. I’m sorry Kyungsoo, but you can always hang out in our room. Tell us if he started messing with you, my claw hasn’t seen action in a long time.” Minseok pats him on the shoulder, tail curling comfortingly around Kyungsoo’s back.

“Thanks hyung. So far they’re not exactly like those assholes back home but, ugh<\/i> I think I might just go crazy even surviving 2 days with them. Why are dogs so damn clingy? I’m starting to regret having my claws clipped.”

“Wait, they<\/i>?” Sehun’s interjects.

Kyungsoo looks at him wearily, before sighing out; “They’re all beagles. All three of them.”

Right at that moment a loud exclamation of “Kyungsoo!!!” rings through the cafeteria. Jongin immediately shuffles to hide half his body behind a bristling Sehun; ears flattened to his hair. Minseok stays calm, although his hand maintaining a firm grip on a spooked Kyungsoo whose fluffed tail looks more ruffled than usual.

A weight drapes itself onto Kyungsoo’s back, while pairs of hands are waving enthusiastically in front of a perpetually harassed Sehun and a subtly cowering Jongin.

“You left so early this morning! We thought all of us could have had breakfast together.” Greets a smiling face with droopy eyes from Kyungsoo’s shoulder. The smaller boy not-so-discreetly tries to dislodge himself from said bubbly bundle.

“Uh I was, busy.”

“Ooh fries! Can I have some? The cafe ran out just as I was queuing up.”

“You can’t just ask someone’s fries like that, Chanyeol.” Said the smaller one behind the towering beagle, Kyungsoo would have thought he could pass off as a cat with those glinting feline-looking eyes if not for the obvious beagle appendages. (And the smell<\/i>, of course.)

“What, I asked very nicely!” Say the towering beagle with a booming voice. Jongin timidly pushes the box of said fries towards Chanyeol’s direction and immediately looks down when greeted with a grinning face of said beagle. Sehun scowls. “You can have all of it,” He adds with disdain. The effect, however is lost on Chanyeol as he happily snatches the box with a perky “Thanks!”

“What a cute kitty gang you guys are! I’m Baekhyun, and this is Jongdae. Don’t be fooled by those ears by the way, he’s actually a dinosaur hybrid.” Baekhyun adds with a snicker just as Jongdae whines “Hey!” from the side. “And that slobber over there is Chanyeol.”

The tall hybrid didn’t even bother to react indignantly, only flashing a peace sign to the rest of table while stuffing his face with his newly-acquired fries. “Who asked,” Sehun coughs under his breath before Minseok immediately cutting with a reply,

“I’m Minseok, and this is Sehun and Jongin. We’re all friends of Kyungsoo since childhood.” The elder cat finishes with a civil smile. Kyungsoo is dying to slip out of there with how uncomfortable he is, and might just get away with doing so if not for Baekhyun effectively blocking his way by gluing himself to Kyungsoo's side.

“What breed are you, Jongin? You look a bit different.” Asks Jongdae. Jongin droops at the question, eyes looking down before replying “I’m a..I’m a puppycat.”

“Why does that matter? He’s just as cat as the rest of us it doesn’t make any difference.” Sehun bristles. Jongin droops even more from beside him before a marveled Chanyeol suddenly interjects; “That’s so cool! I‘ve never met a puppycat before!” Jongin visibly brightens up a little at that before Sehun suddenly getting up and dragging him along with him.

“Great, we’re leaving. You guys coming?” He pointedly asks Minseok and Kyungsoo. Kyungsoo wishes he can leave with them, but he has classes coming up in 10 minutes.

“ I can’t, I have class.”

“Right, we have Hybrid History 1 together right? Let’s go together!” An ecstatic Jongdae pipes up, Kyungsoo barely hold the urge to groan outwardly there and then.


+++


Kyungsoo tries not to trip onto his own feet as he quickens his pace away from the two figures currently stuck to his sides. It’s all in futile, really as dogs seem to have this magical ability to relentlessly orbit around things they’re fixated onto. Chanyeol is even circling<\/i> animatedly around him playing toss with a cackling Baekhyun and Jongdae. Never have Kyungsoo thought that he’ll ever get this close with dog hybrids; lest when they’re not trying to antagonize him or send a sneer his way. Some dogs in the city are different he guess, but never would he ever be able to let down his guard completely around one. It’s just impossible given what he and his friends had experienced back at home.

Kyungsoo’s family lived around the mountains, and that’s where he bonded with Minseok; the son of the grocer. Sehun came to live with his grandmother when Kyungsoo was 5, and it took a spilled ice cream and human bullies chased away by Minseok’s father to get the little kitten to open up and stick with them. There wasn’t much hybrids settlement in the mountains, human mostly ignored their existence and there was a lot more dogs around. Wild dog hybrids, to be precise. Some of them have taken up the deeper side of the mountain and basically scares away any trespasser that even have a slight incline of going in there. Kyungsoo hated the dogs. All of them do. It’s hard enough to deal with humans sidelining them in schools and in public; it’s another when dogs treated them as if cat hybrids are much more useless than other hybrids. Kyungsoo sneers whenever he see dog hybrids sucking up to humans, as if they feed on their approval in order to live. Surviving school was worse; there weren’t a lot of hybrids to begin with and they had to mix between human children. There were more dog hybrids than cat; and they were more generally favored by the humans. Kyungsoo hated the dogs’ pacifying nature because it feeds into the human’s illusion that hybrid and mankind are not equal. Needless to say Kyungsoo used to get into a lot of trouble for refusing to comply with certain double standards imposed by his school.

Jongin moved into the neighborhood when they were in elementary school, and his case was much more heartbreaking as not only he had to move cities with his adoptive sister who just married a human, he was also abused due to his unique puppycat hybridity. He was bullied for his differences by both hybrids and the human for his ‘gross’ crossbreed. The prejudice between dog and cat hybrids aren’t greatly improved in jongin’s childhood, exiling his need to belong and be accepted. Sehun immediately adopted jongin the first day he came into their school, costing him a stern reprimand by the principal for clawing a dog hybrid and a human boy during recess because they were harassing the poor puppycat. Jongin since then stuck by Sehun’s side and constantly finding refuge in their little group.

“Kyungsoo, catch!” An empty bottle was suddenly thrown in Kyungsoo’s direction causing him to nearly propel out of place in reflex. A cackling Baekhyun snaps his attention before Kyungsoo shove the bottle none-too kindly into the hybrid’s chest.

“I don’t have time to play fetch<\/i>,” Kyungsoo glares before quickly slipping into his seat far to the left. To his horror the beagles also scrambles to sit themselves by his sides, a whining Chanyeol pawing at Baekhyun to get out of his seat.

“Not fair, you get to walk by him the whole time to class already!”

“Then you should be faster,” Answers Baekhyun, sticking his tongue out at the pouting tall hybrid while Jongdae chuckles from his other side. Grumbling, Chanyeol takes a seat right behind Kyungsoo while the cat tries not to blush in embarrassment at the weird display of possessiveness. Not that it helps any with the way Chanyeol leaning so close to his back Kyungsoo can practically feel his breath. It feels so weird being the center of attention like this, especially coming from dogs. Are all dogs like this? Well they are but never have Kyungsoo thought that any of them would act like this around a cat hybrid. Or maybe his roommates are just weird like that. His mind wanders again to their first meeting in the dorm yesterday.

“Oh!” Honest to god Kyungsoo nearly drop his luggage and bolt out of there when three pairs of eyes fixed onto him. He can feel his fur bristling; he just can’t help it when three dog hybrids are circling him like this. The last time it happened it didn’t end well.

“Are you our new roommate? Nice!” Says a grinning Baekhyun in Kyungsoo’s face.

“Your tail is sooo fluffy oh my god. What breed are you? Where are you from? What’s your name?” A shiver ran through Kyungsoo’s body at the deep voice coming from Chanyeol, and he hated that the voice plus his size made him feel intimidated though he swore he wouldn’t ever let a dog hybrid walk over him again. Self-conscious, he tucked his tail around his hip.

“I’m Jongdae, and this is Baekhyun. That’s Chanyeol. We are all the same age and we came from the same high school. Where are you from?” A perky voice filled the lull when Kyungsoo didn’t respond to Chanyeol’s earlier interrogation. Belatedly, Kyungsoo realizes that his luggage has been hauled by his bunk. He didn’t notice how that happened.

“Uh, I’m Kyungsoo.” Kyungsoo replied timidly, also adding where he came from. His voice was a little too low to be heard over the pounding music, but Jongdae nodded satisfyingly anyway. Kyungsoo heaved a relieved sigh when Baekhyun turned off the music afterwards, although not without leaving residual throbbing in his head.

“You’re a ragdoll aren’t you? I recognize that fur pattern. But i think you’re also mixed. What was the other one? Munchkin?” Kyungsoo almost let out an insulted hiss at that. He knows he wasn’t the biggest guy in the room but his limbs are still appropriately proportionate, okay.

“No<\/i>, my dad is a scottish fold. Mom’s a ragdoll.” Glared Kyungsoo. He already felt a little suffocated with all the attention and the proximity. These dogs just have no sense of boundary. Kyungsoo had to get out of there. This has got to be a mistake. There’s no way<\/i> he’s rooming with a bunch of beagles.

Needless to say, Kyungsoo’s trip to the resident’s office had been fruitless. Kyungsoo didn’t know if he should feel insulted when he came back to find his bunk posts are now wrapped in straws.

“Your scratching post!” A wildly grinning Chanyeol had said. His face fell when Kyungsoo told him that he had his nails clipped, before brightening up again saying that they’ll get sharp in no time with his ‘special brand of straws’. Whatever that means. Kyungsoo have no problem sharpening his claws again especially with these dogs around. After sternly warning the beagles to not come close to his bunk area Kyungsoo is set to doing his best to ignore their existence. Though that proved to be a major test with the way the beagles constantly pestering him for food, games and more invasive questioning. Kyungsoo went to bed more restless that he had been during the day.

The class suddenly goes quiet when a figure walks in at the front. A male sheep hybrid. It’s the first time Kyungsoo ever sees one and he marvels at the way the man commandeers the attention of the class. His horns are stunning; thick and curling at the sides of his head. His hair is dark blond; and he appears to be younger than Kyungsoo expected. Probably in his late 20s or early thirties. Despite his appendages the man’s face is kind and handsome; holding a sort of serene calmness that calls people to listen to his words intently.

“Hello class, I am professor Zhang Yixing. You may call me Professor Zhang.” He’s soft-spoken too it appears; and Kyungsoo likes the soothing way he’s smiling.

“Professor Zhang your horns are amazing!” Kyungsoo nearly jump out of his fur when Chanyeol suddenly hollers from behind. The class was swept with a wave of snickers in response.

Professor Zhang chuckles kindly. “Thank you. Unfortunately I’m not sure if the same sentiment is shared by some people in my neighborhood, if the blood sacrifice on my front porch was any indication.” The class laughs to that, some perks up in curiosity at the kind of ridiculous struggles Professor Zhang must be facing from some stupid humans. Kyungsoo already liking this class.

Professor Zhang started the class with a brief introduction of the subject’s syllabus. Kyungsoo sit up straighter when he pulls up an online slide of the hybrid origin; some of the accompanying pictures catching his attention. Kyungsoo listens intently to Professor Zhang’s lecture; enraptured by the details he’s elaborating.

The hybrids species were believed to have evolved around same time Homo sapiens started to take shape from its theoretical ape origin. Some claimed that hybrids were failed products of evolution; doomed to halt in between their feral characteristics and human conscience. The ape hybrids were the first hybrid species to exist and were considered the most superior as they are the closest to human in similarity; and they are also considered the most intelligent of all hybrid species. The next hybrids to follow were the cat and dog hybrids; as proofs of their existence has been found recorded as far as in ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics carving. Other hybrids like bunny, mice, etc. only started to appear during what was dubbed as the second wave of hybrid evolution in 500 b.c. There are also talks of underwater hybrids; most popularly discussed: the mermaids but they are said to be a myth or long extinct. Proofs of their existence are still widely debated.

Professor Zhang promised that in the next lesson he will delve deeper into the the topic of hybrid origin. Kyungsoo made a note to research more on the dates of the early evolution. The topic that comes next grounds Kyungsoo to his seat. The hybrid war. Frankly this is the topic that Kyungsoo is most interested in, and it was also a sore subject to many veteran hybrids who had suffered the consequences of said war. For centuries, hybrids worked as slaves to human; providing aids in manpower and other unspeakable exploits. The war started during the height of the ottoman empire when the ape hybrids staged an uprising that’s been building up from hundreds of years prior.

The two main proponents of the war was the human and the ape hybrids; sacrificing millions of lives in the process; humans and hybrids alike. Dog hybrids are used as soldiers or work slaves due to their unbending loyalty and order, while cat hybrids suffer a more sinister fate as sex slaves and pawn of trades. Kyungsoo sours at the mention of the suffering of the cat hybrids during the war. It has become a gross association to the cat hybrids even to this day and Kyungsoo detest the stereotypes very much.

“Cats had it easy, honestly.” Said a voice from the other side of the class. Kyungsoo whips his head so fast at the offending voice he’s surprise he didn’t bolt out of his seat to claw that fucker’s fur off. A siberian husky. Of course,<\/i> Kyungsoo thought bitterly.

“And why would you think that?” Professor Zhang asks placatingly. If he was bothered by the interruption he didn’t show it in his face.

“Really,” Adds the husky. Kyungsoo is starting to hate his annoying tone. “Dog soldiers literally spill blood on the battlefield and some was harnessed in force to face the enemy’s bullet face front. All cat hybrids had to do was blink, comply and they’ll at least get a bed to sleep in. All dog soldiers had was a ground and raw meat at best to feast on, if they’re lucky.”

Kyungsoo is seething at this point. Ignorant self-centered pricks like this are what pisses him the most. He’s about to open his mouth and give this stupid wag face a piece of his mind when Baekhyun suddenly speaks up; “That’s not entirely true.”

The whole class now shifted their attention in Kyungsoo’s direction. Well, Baekhyun’s direction since he is sitting right beside him. Kyungsoo is thrown out of the loop. Professor Zhang gives a small nod for Baekhyun to continue, seemingly pleaser than before.

“It is true that hybrids suffered a lot in the war. And this goes for all<\/i> hybrids involved; not just dog. Comparing who suffered the worse and using it to dismiss other’s struggles is not a behavior that we should adopt, especially not coming from a hybrid who’s supposed to empathize with the cause of the war. For your information, cat hybrids suffered greatly alongside others during the duration of the war. Their death toll was 30% higher than the rest of the hybrids; and we all know a lot<\/i> of lives were lost in the war. Cat hybrids were treated worse; because they weren’t even seen as a functional creature, they were regarded as objects. Cats were freely used, breed, and disposed by both humans AND hybrids. This is a sore fact that we all should acknowledge and we should stop pretending as if humans were the only one hurting them; hurting us<\/i>.”

Kyungsoo swallowed a lump he didn’t know he had in his throat. His stare is fixated on Baekhyun; whose firm composure is a stark contrast to his earlier playful demeanor. Kyungsoo feels a hand lacing through his fingers; belatedly realizing that his claws were clutching hard into the table; and that his hands were trembling. Jongdae’s reassuring smile greets him, and Kyungsoo finds himself slowly unclenching.

Baekhyun’s statement seems to spark more opinions from the class; as more and more hands raised to voice out their thoughts in line with Baekhyun’s sentiment. The husky from earlier looks appropriately chastised, thought Kyungsoo couldn’t care less about him now. Professor Zhang seems pleased by the turn of event, encouraging his students’ participation with gentle goading.

Baekhyun turns to Kyungsoo with a grin, “Professor Zhang is hot.” Kyungsoo chuckles despite himself, smiling wider than he intended to be. “Focus, Baek.” Kyungsoo says, softly brushing Baekhyun on the cheek. From the way his eyes glint, the dog hybrid is decidedly very pleased at the reaction.


+++


Okay maybe dogs aren’t that<\/i> bad. At least not his dogs. Kyungsoo nearly trips on nothing when he caught the word his<\/i>. How did that happened? The dogs are messing with your head, Kyungsoo.<\/i>

“Fuck! asdfs-” This time Kyungsoo trips for real. Sprawled on the floor, Kyungsoo whines when his back slowly register the pain from the impact. He also fell on his rear painfully, nearly crying at the sting. Fuck, he hope he didn’t broke his tail. He curses when he saw what he tripped on. Fuck Chanyeol and his dumbbells oh my god Kyungsoo swears he’s going to drop those stupid dumbbells on the stupid dog’s head next time he see him. Which, speak of the devil..

“Kyungsoo! Are you alright?” Chanyeol’s voice reverberates from the door. He appears to be just finishing his shower, eyes wide at the sight of a groaning Kyungsoo curling fetally on the floor.

Kyungsoo would smack his face if he wasn’t so busy nursing his tail. Kyungsoo thinks he scratched the base, because he feels a distinct sting coming from that area. Shit, he didn’t really broke his tail now did he?

“Park Chanyeol I swear to God if my tail broke I’m gonna make you swallow those goddamn dumbbells one by one.” Kyungsoo would pat himself on the back for managing to let out a sound threat despite the pain he’s in right now. Chanyeol winces.

“I am so, so sorry. Lemme get a first aid kit,” We have a first aid kit? Is Kyungsoo’s immediate thought.

As if hearing Kyungsoo, Chanyeol adds; “I’m in the basketball team. I hurt myself sometimes.” Kyungsoo finds two seconds to wonder at the thought that this fumbling idiot actually plays real sport. Well of course, now that Kyungsoo thought of it, that a dog hybrid would be involved in a sport that requires them to bound over a ball.

Kyungsoo yelps when Chanyeol lifts him into his arms, and he was about to trash when he realizes the tall hybrid is gently settling him down on his bed, face first.

“You got a minor splinter on your tail, I’m gonna clean it and put some ointment on.” He says.

The idea of Chanyeol, a dog hybrid, getting up close and personal to the base of his tail is something Kyungsoo not really fond of at the moment. “No thanks, I can manage.”

“No you can’t. You’re gonna sprain your neck if you twist like that. Let me help you.” Honestly Kyungsoo didn’t have much of a choice. His back is still smarting from the fall and he can literally feel the wound piercing through his tail. Kyungsoo sighs.

“Be very<\/i> careful. I’m gonna kill you if you do something funny.” Chanyeol smiles in response. Kyungsoo is starting to dislike the fact that his threats are flying right over the hybrid’s head.

To Kyungsoo’s surprise, the taller one is indeed very gentle in his nursing of the wound. He softly hold Kyungsoo’s tail in between his fingertips before dabbing the wound clean. Strangely, Kyungsoo felt tingles coming from the fingers more than the wound itself.

“Your fur is really, really pretty.” The tall hybrid suddenly adds. Kyungsoo didn’t know how to react, so he didn’t. It feels disconcerting to have a dog hybrid’s face so close to your ass, let alone one with a voice so deep it runs up your spine. Kyungsoo buries his face deeper in his pillow.

“Like seriously, you’re the prettiest cat I’ve ever set my eyes on. It’s unreal seeing you from up close,” Chanyeol continues, seemingly undeterred by Kyungsoo’s silence.

Kyungsoo is positive that he is never<\/i> going to resurface from this pillow ever. He pretends that his face is hot from the lack of air, not from blushing. Please, Kyungsoo thinks even Sehun is prettier than he is, and Minseok too. Heck, even Jongin is much more attractive Kyungsoo literally doesn’t see his appeal at all compared to his friends. Chanyeol is talking crazy.

He smacks Chanyeol blindly on the head with his tail. “Stop talking nonsense.”

Kyungsoo hears the tall hybrid’s breath softly rumbles with amusement. His hands is now carefully applying bandage to the wound.

“Baek and Dae agrees with me.” Kyungsoo goes still. He honestly doesn’t know what to make of that. It’s weird to be the receiving end of praises from a dog when normally it’s the other way around.

Thankfully, (or not,) Baekhyun and Jongdae chooses that exact time to loudly announce themselves home.

“Oh nooo, Kyungsoo what happens to you?” Jongdae blindly drops his backpack and immediately bounds over to Kyungsoo followed by Baekhyun. There has got to be a rule about throwing your stuffs around in this room, Kyungsoo thinks dryly.

“I tripped on Chanyeol’s stupid dumbbell and now my tail is broken,” He deadpans. But that prove to be a mistake when it only redirect the beagles attention onto his ass. Great. Kyungsoo hisses when he feel too many hands patting his butt.

“We brought back some tuna puffs, you like them right?” Baekhyun waves the plastic bag in Kyungsoo’s sight, and the cat finds it hard to continue sulking. He feels a hand carding through his hair, scratching lightly at the base of his ear. Kyungsoo would protest at the touch, but currently he’s busy trying his damnest not to purr outwardly. Jongdae is sinfully good at petting Kyungsoo could just cry.

“We’re sorry that you got hurt, after Baek and I finish showering let’s eat the puffs together, alright?” The slight hybrid adds. Kyungsoo only responds in an unintelligible grunt.

Sehun would judge the hell out of him for giving in like this, but Kyungsoo can barely find it in himself to care at the moment.


+++


“Looks like someone’s getting cosier with the dogs.”

Kyungsoo looks up at a side-eyeing Sehun who’s currently sipping on a bubble tea next to him. He stops mid-typing a passive-aggressive message to Chanyeol to stop uploading my sleeping pictures on instagram, goddamnit<\/i> in their roommate group chat (courtesy of Jongdae who robbed Kyungsoo’s phone away long enough to acquire his number and created a katalk group with the beagles not 2 minutes after).

“What?”

Sehun pointedly glares at the smaller’s phone, or precisely at the background photo of the group chat. It was a selca of a highly unenthusiastic Kyungsoo being dogpiled by the beagles; a wildly grinning Chanyeol whose cheek pressed too close for comfort near the cat’s face, a teething baekhyun right on top of Kyungsoo’s head, and an ecstatic Jongdae who’s happily headbutting his chin. Kyungsoo had given up pawing them off his bunk that day.

He coughs. “Baekhyun did that. I was too tired to stop them.” He resumes sending knife emojis to the chat group for good measure.

“Suure. You do realize you have been smelling like them an awful lot these days, do you? These dogs scented you like you had a leash around them or something, is that why you were so fixated on them these days? Have you become a waggy-licker now?” Sehun throws; words too sharp for Kyungsoo to pretend it was just another offhanded sarcasm. But still, he didn’t have a reply to that. Or rather, he didn’t know how to reply to that. Kyungsoo’s face fell and he stares at his phone screen in silent. To his surprise, Jongin speaks up.

“Sehun, that’s not nice.” Sehun’s eyes widen, obviously not expecting that coming up from the puppycat.

“What? Only a month ago he couldn’t even stand the smell of a dog from 2 mile away now he’s cuddling<\/i> them? That’s just ridiculous.” Sehun spits, ruffled by the unexpected rebuke from the normally timid hybrid.

“Then why do you<\/i> cuddle me? I’m a dog too, Sehun.” The lean cat was stunned silent by Jongin’s reply. Kyungsoo notices the puppycat was subtly shaking, but his gaze firm onto the taller cat’s face.

“Wha-- but you’re-”

“I’m not just a cat Sehun. And I’m tired of pretending the other part of me didn’t exist. I know I went through a lot simply for being what I am but sometimes, it hurts the most when my own bestfriend is erasing half of my identity. I want..I want you love all of me.” Jongin’s voice cracks as he finish the words. A stunned silence washes over the three friends before Jongin suddenly stood up from the cafeteria table they’re sitting at and turns to leave.

There’s a momentary halt before Sehun jumps out of his seat to chase his best friend, and Kyungsoo slumps in his seat. They’re all going to have to talk about this later, but first he’s going to leave it to Sehun to fix his mess.

A message pings through Kyungsoo’s phone. He opens it to find Jongdae whining that the last of his meatball sub was gobbled up by Baekhyun accompanied by a selca of him dramatically pouting at the screen. Kyungsoo smiles. He contemplates for a few moments before deciding to make a stop at Jongdae’s favorite subway shop; it should still be opened for another half an-hour if Kyungsoo make it fast.

He packs up his bag and leave.


+++


Kyungsoo threads the gritty sidewalk as fast as he can. This is the part of the town that he hated the most; with the street lamps mostly non-functioning and too many dark alleys to watch out for especially at this time of the night. The shop took longer than he expected; but he’s willing to wait it out since the manager was kind enough to whip the last of the sandwiches hot and fresh for Kyungsoo as a service for the last customer of the night.

“Not too fast, kitty<\/i>.” Kyungsoo’s steps were abruptly halted by two huge figures suddenly emerging from the dark alley to his left. His heart drops. This can’t be good.

Kyungsoo backs away before trying to sidestep the humans. He resolutely avoids eye-contact before his arm was yanked harshly. He let out a hiss, clutching onto the painful grip.

“Whoa kitty is fierce. Why such hurry, sweetie? Come and have a little chat with us.” The man breathes a stink drunken air into Kyungsoo’s face. The hybrid grimaces as the man’s companion is laughing.

“Boy aren’t you a pretty one,” Kyungsoo’s eyes widen when he feels a rough hand yanking on his tail. His sandwich bag fell on the ground, and he started thrashing for real before realizing a minute too late that he was cornered from front and back. He screams when his tail was gripped painfully; and a hand latches onto his neck. These fuckers is literally treating him like actual animal, thinking he’ll go limp if they had control of his bare neck. A surge of anger runs through Kyungsoo and he delivers a very hard kick onto the man’s right leg in front of him.

“This bitch..!” The man growls as Kyungsoo scrambles from impact on the sidewalk, but he didn’t get far as his tail was roughly yanked back, and grunting when his back collides painfully on the cement. A weight drops heavily on top of him, and both his hands are pinned to the ground by the other guy hovering over his head. Kyungsoo was about to scream his lungs out when a resounding slap lashes across his face. Kyungsoo splutters to his side.

“Fucking cats! You should just stay still on your hands and knees like you’re meant to be. You’re all whores, disgusting whores!” The man spits as he slams Kyungsoo’s head on the ground with a grip on his hair and ear. Tears running down the cat’s face, insane thoughts like biting his own tongue and bleed to death started to run through Kyungsoo’s mind. He’s honestly willing to die than live through his body getting violated like this.

“Kyungsoo!!!”

A booming voice cuts through the men’s attention, his grip went slack before a heavy crack<\/i> resounded from on top of Kyungsoo. Curses splatter through the mouth of the man pinning Kyungsoo’s hands before a flash jumps onto him; the cat’s eyes was too blurry to see the scuffling properly through the tears in his eyes.

“Kyungsoo, are you alright??” Kyungsoo nearly sobs when Jongdae’s worried face appears in his sight, he immediately grips onto the hybrid’s body as he was hauled to his feet right into Jongdae’s arms.

“It’s okay shh we’re here, we’re all here now” His hands patting the cat’s shaking body, holding his weight in his tight embrace.

A scream breaks through their moment, they turn to see the man who was on top of Kyungsoo earlier struggle against blows upon blows from a manic Chanyeol. His companion is groaning on the ground after receiving high kick from Baekhyun.

“You fucking--crazy dogs!! Aghhh” The man yells when Chanyeol caught his forearm in his teeth and started thrashing his head. He can barely move after earlier blows, head bleeding.

“Chanyeol stop!” Jongdae’s yell seems to fly right over the hybrid’s head. He was too far gone; consumed in rage. Kyungsoo breaks away from Jongdae’s hold to throw himself on Chanyeol’s back.

Hugging his waist, Kyungsoo winds his arm around the hybrid’s head, and nearly got thrown away by the taller’s reflex if he wasn’t fast enough to whisper in Chanyeol’s ear;

“Chanyeol, stop<\/i>.”

The hybrid immediately stops, dropping the groaning man on the ground. He seems to have snapped out of his manic rage, and slowly turns to pull Kyungsoo in his shaking arms.

“Monsters! All of you are fucking monsters! Animals!!” A scream breaks through from the man on the ground near Baekhyun. He’s frantically dragging his battered body away while yelling expletives at the hybrids.

Baekhyun delivers another swift kick; effectively shutting him up.

“Speak for yourself.” He spits.


+++


The dorm is grim as the four hybrids huddled in the middle, tending to each other’s wound. Baekhyun didn’t get anything worse other than few scratches on his forearms and a bruised knuckle. “Thank god I didn’t drop that hapkido class in high school,” He had tried to joke. He nuzzled against Kyungsoo’s cheek in comfort when the cat is still flushed with worry when he holds Baekhyun’s bruised left hand.

Jongdae is silently nursing Kyungsoo’s tail; checking for fracture and wounds from the scuffling. His heart constricts when he saw some of Kyungsoo’s beautiful fur was ripped off. Thankfully there was no fracture, but he wrapped it anyway after applying ointment on the cleaned wounds.

Chanyeol is uncharacteristically quiet; barely moving from his hunched form over Kyungsoo’s lap, inspecting the cat’s scratched hand for the past 10 minutes.

“Chanyeol?” The cat softly calls. His heart tightens when the hybrid looks up. Chanyeol’s eyes are wet.

“Am I..Am I a monster?” His voice breaks. Kyungsoo immediately pulls him close.

“No, of course you’re not. Why would you say that?”

“Feral. I went feral on the humans. They were hurting<\/i> you and i can’t stop myself, I--” Kyungsoo catches Chanyeol’s fumbling hands and rest their foreheads together, holding his eyes.

“No, Chanyeol. That’s not feral. You are not feral, you’re angry<\/i>. Those humans are much more of a monster for acting the way they did, and I am so, so glad that you got there. You saved my life. You, Jongdae, and Baekhyun.” Immediately, Kyungsoo feels an arm winding across his back. Jongdae leans on his shoulder. Another weight drapes itself from Chanyeol’s side.

“Honestly, I would’ve gone crazy too if you didn’t. There was no excuse for what the humans did. They didn’t leave us much choice.” Whispers Baekhyun, hand softly rubbing the taller’s back. For a quiet moment, they all stayed huddling just like this.

“Okay but look at the bright side, I managed to salvage the meatball subs!” Jongdae suddenly breaks; lifting the bag and waving it above them. Laughter breaks through the bunch.

“Oh my god Jongdae I can’t believe you,”

“What? They’re still nicely wrapped and warm I can’t let it be on the ground just like that! What? No, Baek, they’re mine--!” Kyungsoo laughs as he and Chanyeol watches Baekhyun and Jongdae playfully pawing each other off. He rests his face against Chanyeol’s chest, feeling the rumble of the other’s laughter. He feels a hand wrapping around his waist, and a face nuzzling the top of his head.

His ears droop; and he purrs.


+++


Epilogue<\/b>

“Kyungsoo-yaa,”

“Kyungsoo-yaaaaah”

Kyungsoo’s ear twitches toward the source of the sound but otherwise made no indication of acknowledging the holler.

“Please answer him, it’s getting annoying.” Sehun pleads from the couch across. Baekhyun snickers from his rest on Kyungsoo’s lap, enjoying absentminded petting from the cat. Jongdae is leaning against Baekhyun’s body, reading a book. They were all currently lounging in the study room, abandoning actual studying in favor of lazing around on the couch and the bean bags.

Kyungsoo continues scrolling his tab. Soon enough, a tall weight drops against his side, half draping itself in Kyungsoo lap ignoring a yelping Baekhyun in the process. Minseok smiles at the antic from his recline beside Sehun.

“Kyungsoo-yaah. Kris accidentally scratched my ear with the ball today during practice. It hurts,” A pouting Chanyeol softly butting Kyungsoo’s chin with his head.

“What a baby,” Jongdae snorts from his place, eyes still fixated on his book. Kyungsoo silently pushes Chanyeol to rest against his chest, the taller hybrid sprawls the rest of himself across the carpet. Softly, Kyungsoo nips and brushes the fur of the dog's ear using the bristle of his tongue, working down to the base. Chanyeol hums pleased, eyes shutting. Baekhyun whines when Kyungsoo’s hand momentarily stop moving but is soon pacified when it resumes its ministration. Sehun makes a face.

“Gross. Keep that pda in your room.”

Just at that moment a weight drapes itself across Sehun’s back; curling around his body.

“Hunnie, I got a free frisbee from the club room. Let’s go play fetch?” Jongin says into his neck. Sehun’s eyes flutter close as he nuzzles against the puppycat’s hair.

“But it’s hot outside,” Says Sehun softly.

“We’ll just play indoor. Please?” Those feline clinginess and the puppy eyes are the death of Sehun. He can never<\/i> say no now and Jongin gleefully uses them against him.

“Okay!” And just like that Jongin bounces up happily tugging Sehun’s hand up, tail’s wagging excitedly.

“Gross, you say?” Kyungsoo pipes in from the top of Chanyeol’s hair.

“Shut up.” The lean cat blushes, ignoring a snickering Minseok, Jongdae and Baekhyun before bounding after Jongin.

“Hm?” An oblivious Chanyeol cracks an eye open; and closes them back when Kyungsoo resumes his grooming, lulled by the deep purr in the cat's chest.

“Nothing.”



-End-<\/div>


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Rating:<\/b> R
Pairing:<\/b> Chanyeol\/Kyungsoo
Other pairings involved:<\/b> Hinted Joonmyun\/Jongin
Length:<\/b> 3500
Summary:<\/b> Do Kyungsoo the infamously uptight student council president barely acknowledge him in public; does not address him anything more than the terse “Park”, and won’t hesitate to cut down the locker room’s water supply if they exceeded the after practice wash up time; leaving half his team angry and sticky with either suds or sweats.
Warning(s):<\/b> Minor instances of panic attacks.
A\/N:<\/b> Originally written for <\/a>onemorechansoo<\/b><\/a><\/span> here<\/a>



"Oh fuck not again!" Curses Baekhyun while squinting up at the now quiet nozzle through the dripping suds over his eyes. "I'm gonna kill him for real this time, Chanyeol!" Baekhyun yells over his shower cubicle among the grunts and complaints heard throughout the shower room.

“I barely get to wash my balls, Chanyeol this is ridiculous! you gotta do something about it we can’t afford to rush practice and clean up right by 6 every damn time.” Said another whiny voice from the other cubicle.

“Jongdae-hyung is right. We can’t cut down on practice either just to catch some peaceful wash up time. There’s only so much times we can get away washing down using Mr. Jung’s hose. And I swear the MRT guards are like this close into banning us from getting on the train judging by his sniffing face.” Supplies Sehun from the shower bench, supported by a nodding Jongin. He’s lucky that he managed to catch his express shower after sprinting and squeezing alongside an indignant Zitao from the gymnastic team in the shower cubic.

There was a momentary silence before a wet figure steps out from the middle cubicle, wiping his face with his bare hand before reaching his towel to wrap it around his waist.

“Is Joonmyun still in the council room, Jongin?” A deep voice emerges from the wet figure, addressing the slouching tanned boy beside Sehun. Said boy immediately straightens up, “Yea-h, he texted—I mean I saw him earlier.” He answers with a cough.

“Okay, thanks.” The tall figure makes a move towards the exit, before Jongdae stops him.

“Chanyeol wait, where are you going?”

“Settling this.”

“But first you’re not gonna--?” Baekhyun’s word falls into the air as Chanyeol already goes out of the room.


+++


“Are we settled with the proposal for the Fest Week?”

“It’s 90% done all we need is just some proofing and once-overs then it should be okay.”

“That proposal needs to be done by tomorrow, Joonmyun I can’t have the board keep pressing me for our plan during the board-council meeting.”

“Yes, I know Kyungsoo. I’ll have it ready and emailed to you first thing tomorrow morning.”

“I want it tonight by 10.” The small figure asserts with a note of finality without even looking up to Joonmyun, and the other boy takes with a concealed sigh. Jongin’s going to sulk again. The rest of the council members just zip their mouth unless being addressed to by their president. They were under lots of pressure lately due to the school board pressing them to come up with plans to save budgets due to the school’s financial trouble. And now they wanted the student council to organize a Fest Week to raise fund; expecting students to contribute free labor for the school solely by their own expense. It was really just a great time for Kyungsoo to be taking over the post from Minseok.

He thumbs over the clubs’ practice schedules. It’s Thursday. The one who’s using the court until 6 is…

A succession of knocks interrupt Kyungsoo’s line of thought. He barely answers a “Come in” before the door splays open to reveal a figure walking straight in to stand right in front of the council table.

Sunyeong fails to contain her gasp; while Soojung indiscreetly covering a snicker behind her fist at the sight. Joonmyun chokes out a “Ch- Chanyeol, uh, what--?”

“Good evening, Mr. President. May I have a little word with you, please?” The tall, smiling figure greets Kyungsoo directly while not even looking at everybody around him.

A very much wet, towel-clad tall smiling figure.

Kyungsoo stares him back with fervor, resolutely keeping his gaze right on that unnerving smile and twinkling eyes. He is definitely not wondering about where that trail of droplet down the boy’s sternum is going.

“Yes, Park?” Kyungsoo answers tersely without moving an inch from his seat.

“I’m gonna need this word with you in private. Please?” Chanyeol asks still with the smile on; drawling on the word ‘please’. A weird tension swarms the room; the council members are looking at Kyungsoo waiting to see his response.

Kyungsoo gets up from his seat. “Meeting adjourned.”

He walks towards the left door of the council room where the student president’s office is situated, with a winking Chanyeol trailing after him. Sunyeong blushes while Soojung just snorts.


+++


“I’m gonna need that water time limit to be lifted off.” Gone was the twinkling smile from before, replaced by a stern face (and sturdy; wet, tense body) standing very close to Kyungsoo.

The smaller boy only stares back up resolutely, refusing to back down. “That’s not my decision to make, Park and you know it.”

“I know that was one of your ideas, and it doesn’t fly well with my team. We can’t cut back from our practice with the regionals coming, what’s with some more 15 minutes of wash up time?”

“Unless you want to pay for those extra minutes I don’t think that’s gonna happen. That board has agreed on it and the school needs this. We’re going through tough time that not many people knows about; being one of them who’s aware you should know better, Chanyeol.” Kyungsoo has started his preaching mode and that’s not how Chanyeol plans to steer this event.

“Oh, I do know. I also know that it’s not up to the students to carry the burden of the boards’ fuck up. We all saw that fancy new Porche Prof. Kim is driving, which is funny considering he couldn’t even afford to contribute a quarter of his pay to the fund.”

Chanyeol’s words were met by a terse silence. He steps closer.

“And you need to stop catering to those old fucks. You’re better than this, Kyungsoo.”

Chanyeol knows he has hit the right nerve when Kyungsoo pushes him against the edge of his desk.

“You know nothing about me or what I’m trying to do for us here.” The doe-eyed boy spats in anger, his tense composure earlier cracks. The hands against Chanyeol’s chest shook. A silent tension grips them, before Kyungsoo realizes with a start that Chanyeol’s towel has dropped open; baring him completely for any eyes in the room to feast upon.

Chanyeol, that motherfucker seems unfazed with the state of his nakedness. He almost seems proud<\/i> even (well he does has a good reason to be).

The tall boy grips Kyungsoo’s hands on his chest.

“You worked too hard, Kyungsoo.” He pulls Kyungsoo closer into him; placing one hand of the smaller boy around his naked waist.

“All for reasons that others didn’t see. You need a break.” He slides the other hand down his half-dried front; nuzzling into the smaller boy’s neck. He didn’t miss that choked sound escaping those plush lips.

Here we go again.


+++


“The water supply at the old pool’s locker is still working. They weren’t included in the disabling system. You didn’t hear this from me.” <\/i>

Kyungsoo’s words right before he pull up his shirt plays in Chanyeol’s mind. The doe-eyed boy walked out of the room without even looking back, but Chanyeol didn’t miss the way he pushes the chair with his oversized hoodie draped on towards Chanyeol’s direction.

Chanyeol snorts. Kyungsoo was such a contrasting bleeding heart. Do Kyungsoo, the infamously uptight student council president who barely acknowledge him in public; does not address him anything more than the terse “Park”, but yet stays in the latest to make sure all club activities has safely cease for the day, keeps any other members of the council from having to deal with the daunting board themselves, sacrifices his break intervals to monitor the halls and courts or to review the students’ complaints.

It was hard to get to the small boy, even though Chanyeol has him caught in his attention even since freshmen year back when Kyungsoo was that quiet, hardworking boy who’s always sitting at the front of the classes. It was frankly unnerving for Chanyeol at first when the doe-eyed boy never relents from barely acknowledging him despite all attempts to get on his nerves. But now, Chanyeol counts even the terse “Park” as little victories whenever they were addressed to him. For he now notices the little signs that comes with it.

It all thanks to that fateful day. The day where Chanyeol found a heaving Kyungsoo in the depth of their library shelves. Chanyeol has no idea how he ended up there; but he do know a panic attack when he saw one.

He remembers rushing to Kyungsoo’s side; opening up the nearest windows to let the breezy air in before loosening the boy’s tie and few of his buttons.

“Breathe with me,” Chanyeol had said while rubbing Kyungsoo’s back in a soothing up and down manner.

“I’m gonna hold u, okay?” He remembers how Kyungsoo melts into his arms, teary eyes closing and his breathing regulates. Chanyeol had tried his best to calm the smaller boy down; whispering into the crown of his head that he’s doing great, he’s not alone, count to 10 with him yes that’s a good boy I’m so proud of you Kyungsoo.

He remembers making mental notes of just how small Kyungsoo is, and how well he fits into his arms.

He remembers how his palms close around the boy’s narrow shoulders and trailing up to his neck and soft cheeks.

He remembers not being able to stop touching the smaller boy until those doe eyes were staring up into his.


And he remembers how those plush lips move to close themselves around his.


Chanyeol buries his face into one of his large Rilakkuma that he may or may not have named as “Soo” and releases a loud sigh into the plush toy. He didn’t really keep track of how deep he is in the Kyungsoo spiral; all he know now is he’s unsalvageable. He keeps pushing Kyungsoo’s button lately; and today wasn’t the first of them. Chanyeol figures he’s gotten greedy; greedy to see the extend of his effect on Kyungsoo. To see and to know that the smaller boy still needs him, and Chanyeol has no other way to test that beside the physical way. But deep down, Chanyeol knows he can’t keep seeking validation through sex like this.


+++


Boisterous laughter rings through the cafeteria. Few eyes follow the loud circle but otherwise everybody treats it like a regular occurrence.

“I can’t believe you just walk in the council room half naked man I would kill to see the look on Kyungsoo’s face!” Exclaims Baekhyun. Chanyeol just grins. He wouldn’t exactly divulge to the boys how Kyungsoo mapped out every single inch down his body.

“But what exactly were you discussing with him? Joonmyun said you were in there for quite a while.” Jongin asks. Few eyebrows quirks up at this but Chanyeol immediately steers the bullet back.

“Joonmyun? You’ve been talking to him quite a lot recently, hm?” Thank lord for the boy’s flustered tendency for it has caught the boys’ attention onto him instead. Chanyeol almost feel bad at the way Baekhyun and Jongdae were hounding the poor boy but he can’t afford to jeopardize himself. Not when it involves Kyungsoo.

Few girls pass by their table sending flirtatious hi to Chanyeol, to which he replies with his million dollar smile and a wave of his hand. Right at that moment he spotted the student council members walking to the cafeteria; and he notes with a frown that Kyungsoo was nowhere to be found.

Baekhyun elbows Jongdae when they gets near their table, the latter straightening up before stuttering out a “H-hey Soojung.”

Said girl pauses from behind Sunyeong, who was in discussion over something with Joonmyun. All of them stop by the basketball team’s table, Jongin flushing and looking away from a brilliantly smiling Joonmyun.

“Hey guys,” Soojung greets back.

“Hi Soojung, hi guys. Doing your usual round?” Chanyeol chatters good-naturedly; but his eyes are searching around.

As if knowing what Chanyeol is wondering for, Joonmyun supplies; “Kyungsoo wasn’t with us today. He’s taking a break.”

“Huh, that’s new. Kyungsoo taking a break??” Baekhyun interjects; only to clamps on seeing the change on Chanyeol’s expression.

“Why? Is something wrong? Is he sick?” Shots the tall boy. Joonmyun blinks before resting a reassuring hand on Chanyeol’s shoulder.

“He’s fine. He’s in the council office right now making amendments on a proposal. We just finished having a meeting with the board.”

Fuck. The board. Kyungsoo must be clutching on his throbbing head right now, his stress level isn’t the most well-behaved whenever he had a meeting or confrontation in general with those old, unreasonable farts. Chanyeol swallows the sinking feeling that Kyungsoo didn’t look for him this time. Usually the doe-eyed president would text him a simple “come,” and Chanyeol would know to look for him.

He stays with the team throughout the lunch; though he barely manages to conceal his anxiousness. He responds to all conversations with a distracted smile; and his behavior didn’t go unnoticed to those close to him. Baekhyun gives Jongdae a signal look; which the latter quickly processed with a quirked eyebrow.

Before any of them could voice out anything, Chanyeol immediately excuses himself as soon the team started to disperse at the end of the lunch.


+++


“Kyungsoo?”

Chanyeol invites himself in when he hears no response. His heart sinks immediately at the sight of a slumping Kyungsoo on his desk.
He rushes to the smaller boy’s side.

“Hey, are you alright? Soo?” He gently shook Kyungsoo’s shoulders. Slowly, the boy lifted his head and the sight capsizes Chanyeol.

His eyes were red and teary; and he is looking at Chanyeol with an unconcealed need and relief as if the taller boy’s presence brings a fresh bout of air he's been seeking for.

He looks so, so pretty.

Chanyeol cups the boy’s cheeks.

“Oh, baby.” Chanyeol coos when Kyungsoo flutters his eyes close at the touch.

“Let me take you home.”


+++


Chanyeol slowly wakes up to dusk clouding his room. He burrows himself further into the heat in his arms before remembering with a start of what, or rather who<\/i> exactly he has in his bed. His heart jumps when a pair of large eyes were already looking up into his.

“Oh, um. I want to take you to the health room but you didn’t want to. You refuse to go back to your room either because you said it was too stuffy there, so.”

“I’m sorry.” Chanyeol finishes lamely when Kyungsoo didn’t reply anything.

Silence engulfs them, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable one. Kyungsoo is still looking into his face, though Chanyeol couldn’t really gouge what the other boy is thinking. He notes that Kyungsoo must have been observing him for quite a while before he wakes up; and he tries to quell the fluttery feeling at the thought that Kyungsoo didn’t once try to remove himself from his position against Chanyeol’s chest.

Like this, the smaller boy looks so good in his arms. How he fits perfectly against his frame; like a piece of puzzle coming together. Chanyeol can smell his shampoo, and it takes a great ounce of restraint for him not to nuzzle further into Kyungsoo’s hair. He traces the boy’s plush lips with his eyes; and oh how he’d really, really like to kiss it.

“Did you just call me baby earlier?”

Kyungsoo shoots suddenly; flustering Chanyeol.

“Um. Did I? Ha-ha.” Damn him and his slip of tongue.

Chanyeol sighs when Kyungsoo didn’t say anything afterwards. “Kyungsoo.”

He brings his hand up to the smaller boy’s face; titling his chin up.

“Am I stupid? Tell me if I am because I know you’re not.” Whispers Chanyeol.

Kyungsoo closes his eyes. “Yes, you’re stupid.”

“Very, very stupid.” He moves his face closer until their lips are touching; softly nuzzling the side of the taller boy’s face.

“I don’t do this with anybody else, you know. I never let people hold me like this. I certainly never let people..touch me like this.” Kyungsoo whispers into Chanyeol’s ear; inciting a shudder down the taller’s frame.

“Chanyeol.” Kyungsoo asserts with a note of determination;

“I’m in love with you.”

Chanyeol gasps. Hearing Kyungsoo saying it first; saying it ever<\/i> is definitely not what he expected. He pulls back to look at the smaller boy right in the eyes, words caught in his throat at the sight.

Kyungsoo’s eyes were glassy, but they were grounded with such assurance and determination but yet his slightly quivering lips betray his insecurities.

Chanyeol realigns himself on top of the smaller boy; arms cradling his head before descending his lips into Kyungsoo’s. He kisses him deeply, pouring himself out into the boy hoping he’ll manage to read, to feel<\/i> his intense feeling. His heart expands at the way Kyungsoo opens himself up to take Chanyeol; taking and receiving all Chanyeol has to offer.

Chanyeol pulls back with a smack, resting his lips against Kyungsoo’s forehead to catch his breath.

“Me too. I love you. I love you too, Kyungsoo. I’ve been in love with you since forever.” Chanyeol plants every word with soft kisses down Kyungsoo’s face.

That night, they had sex in a newfound fervor. Kyungsoo would deny to hell and back that he sobbed into in the pillow when Chanyeol finally slides in. He would pretend that all of the sappy nonsenses that Chanyeol whispered into his skin while fucking in and out of him didn’t get to him at all; he would pretend that he didn’t beg Chanyeol for more and more until he came for the third time while being folded sideways; and he would pretend he didn’t pull one ass cheek aside the next morning asking for another round. But he can never pretend that his satisfied smile wasn’t genuine; not when Chanyeol’s own mirrors his brilliantly.


+++


Kyungsoo stares at the two grinning faces in front of him with a frown.

“Yes?” He taps his pen against his clipboard impatiently.

“Are you feeling well now, Mr. President?” Baekhyun drawls.

“I’m doing just fine, Byun.” Replies Kyungsoo with a clipped tone.

“We’re kinda worried seeing you unconscious the other day, but thank god the good ol’ prince charming is there to save the day.” Jongdae supplies. At Kyungsoo’s confused expression he continues, “The whole school saw how the basketball captain whisked the student council president away in his arms, but we just take it to be glad that the relationship of both of you is much better than expected, hm?” Jongdae finishes with a meaningful smile. Kyungsoo barely holds himself from facepalming right in front of the mischievous duo. Damn it Park Chanyeol. <\/i>

“I’m fine now, thanks Kim, Byun. Now would you inform your beloved captain that starting today the basketball team will have to share the shower room with the track team? Thank you.” Kyungsoo informs curtly. Baekhyun and Jongdae immediately splutters.

“What?! That’s unfair! We would never breathe in the same room as the track team, let alone being naked with them!”

“That’s none of my business.”

“Chanyeol!” Kyungsoo holds himself from turning immediately at Baekhyun’s cries. He can feel the other boy nearing them.

“Kyungsoo said--”

“I heard. Both of you go run the warm-up now.” His deep voice cuts through the locker room.

“But--”

“I said go.” Baekhyun and Jongdae shuffles out with a grumble. Kyungsoo is ready to explain his decision as soon the other two were out of earshot, but Chanyeol’s hand on his cheek halts his words.

“Hey.” Chanyeol whispers against his forehead. Kyungsoo’s eyes flutters close at the proximity.

“You’re okay?” Chanyeol’s hands caress his cheeks and nape down the back of his body; Kyungsoo is lulled by the ministration.

He merely nods against the large palm.

“I’ll stay with you after practice, okay? Might need you to personally show me where that old pool’s locker is.” Chanyeol is softly leaving pecks of kisses all over Kyungsoo’s face. Again, the smaller boy only nods. Chanyeol’s heart warms at the sight; he can never get over the fact of how pliant Kyungsoo only is to him in private. His curt and aloof words falls flat against his gestures that speaks louder than anything else, and this right where he wanted Kyungsoo to be; imagined to be. Right in his arms. Only for him.

He catches Kyungsoo’s lips and makes himself home, both mindless to the poorly-concealed gasps from outside the locker room.

“Ha! What did we tell you..!” Baekhyun and Jongdae were slapping Sehun and Jongin’s arms in giddy excitement from having successfully caught their captain and the student council president together.

“Um. Why are we surprised? Joonmyun-hyung already told--” Jongin trails off with a gulp at the predatory glint of his team members.

“I mean, I gotta go.” He sprints off, followed immediately by chase and shouts from his team.

On the other side of the locker room; the pair is still caught in their own world, right in each other’s arms, cradling each other’s hearts.<\/div>


please leave a comment here or kudos on ao3<\/a> if u like it!
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ahh hah ah ha. *nervous laughter* hi.<\/p>

so this is a little announcement regarding my fic (if anyone still keeping tab of it) Testosterone Testarosa.<\/p>

i am aware that it's been a zillion years since i last updated, and several of you might've been disappointed and given up being hung up on the update. for this I AM EXTREMELY SORRY OH GOSH I'M SUCH A TERRIBLE POOP FOR MY SUDDEN MIA ;;; actually i was so caught up by real life affairs that i kinda lost the inspiration for a while? but no worries i still have the ideas just not the motivation pls kill me<\/strike><\/p>

so what i'm trying to tell is i will eventually finish the fic<\/b>, and i was hoping that i'd get to the next part after i'm finished with my finals. one paper more this week, some packing to do and i'm done for the semester. in the mean time, you can find me being hysterical on my tumblr here<\/a> and you are free to poke me in my inbox anytime<\/strike><\/p>

anyway i'm so thankful for the likes and support, honestly i never thought ppl would like my writing that much ahha ha..ah. >.< i would love to hear your overall thoughts on the story, favorite parts\/pairings, any question you might have, anything. reading them will motivate me further for sure! hheheh.






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kyungsoo is me<\/strike><\/p>","comments":"https:\/\/prettyminstrel.livejournal.com\/5653.html?view=comments#comments","category":["im a poop writer","fic stuffs","im sorry","testrosa"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/prettyminstrel.livejournal.com\/5413.html","pubDate":"Mon, 14 Oct 2013 14:35:35 GMT","title":"Fic: Testosterone Testarosa 6\/?","author":"prettyminstrel","link":"https:\/\/prettyminstrel.livejournal.com\/5413.html","description":"Title:<\/b> Testosterone Testarosa 6\/?<\/b>
Rating:<\/b> NC-17 (overall, PG-13 this chapter)
Pairing:<\/b> girl!kyungsoo\/exo
Warning(s):<\/b> het sex, self-indulgent cuz I just want me some femsoo. unbetaed.
Summary:<\/b> A hysterical reverse harem in which everybody wants to bone Do Kyungsoo.
Previous Part(s):<\/b> 1<\/a> | 2<\/a> | 3<\/a> | 4<\/a> | 5<\/a>

A\/N:<\/b> I\u2019m SO sorry orz



Kyungsoo plops down on her bed after pulling up a pair of shorts and nothing else, towel hanging on her neck and hair still damp from her shower. She reaches her phone to check for messages; scrolling down the list and then smiling when she reaches Minseok’s text from earlier.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

From Minseok-sunbae:<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/i>

Had a great time talking to you today, you should definitely whisk me out more often! :DD<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/i>
Anyway can’t wait for the practice tomorrow, what do I have to give to have your grace to escort me again? ;) keke I’m strangely nervous. Please take care of me m(_ _)m<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/i>

See you tomorrow! ^^<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/i>

Minseok is nice. Kyungsoo is glad that he’s such an easygoing guy that he did not make her feel awkward like she usually would be. (and it doesn’t hurt that he’s super cute either. Like a bun.) Up until now Kyungsoo has never really thought much of Minseok other than the famously known fact that he is Luhan’s best friend cum fellow soccer team mates. Well Kyungsoo may also thought that the popular duo looks good with each other; (and she also may or may not have made up a pairing name for them too. !Xiuhan<\/strike>)<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

She falters when a new message queued in, biting her lips when she saw the sender’s name.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

From Yixing-sunbae:<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/i>

Tomorrow too. As usual.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/i>
Goodnight, Jingxiu.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/i>

She hesitated for quite a time. It’s not like she’s going to bail, but Yixing..Yixing has been acting kind of weird lately. Well what they have been doing behind closed door is not exactly normal per say but so far they both have been relatively comfortable with their little ‘agreement’; to invest frustration and needs in each other to keep their normal daily life in pace.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

It would have been a lie if Kyungsoo wasn’t a bit apprehensive at the whole deal at first; afterall this is Zhang Yixing.<\/i> The school’s model of a perfect student, a good boy of a gentlemen manner. If anything she almost felt like she<\/i>’s the one who corrupts him, for being so readily unraveled at his end.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

But Yixing still managed to keep his persona intact. He’s still a (frustratingly so) gentleman when he patiently works Kyungsoo inside out, from head to toe. His angelic smiles weren’t shed away even when he’s got Kyungsoo totally laving at his mercy without a presence of anyone. He worships every inch of Kyungsoo like for once he’s glad to be out of the spotlight; and to be the admirer instead.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

Kyungsoo pretends she didn’t see the tense in his body whenever he’s starting to work on Kyungsoo, like he’s aching<\/i> to let go but somehow still excruciatingly managed to keep up the patience. That’s one of the things Kyungsoo didn’t understand about him. She would love to be the one on the giving end sometimes, instead of just taking. She would love to try her best to work<\/i> him, but she never had the chance. He wouldn’t let her. And it sometimes frustrates Kyungsoo that Yixing still act like a knight in shining armor in this whole ordeal; like he’s doing her a favour<\/i> when the one who hangs on too hard and grips too tight is him.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

But this little dynamic of theirs never really bothers Kyungsoo despite how promiscuous it is. They both are perfectly aware of what they want and what they’re doing and it just so happen that they stumbled upon each other in their high strung search of release, and in a way she can see that in Yixing with how he took control of their little moment in his pace, his power and his desire, which Kyungsoo echoes on the latter one because really, who is she to complain at the end of the day.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

Then again lately she kinda feels something’s off with Yixing. She couldn’t exactly pinpoint what or why, but she couldn’t help but notice his movements has been a little more frantic, a tad bit desperate, but still repressively so. They have been doing it a lot more frequent too. Usually it’s just few times in between, mostly for a release when the stresses got to them and things in daily life has been piling up. She wonders what is up; but they are not at that level of sharing and Kyungsoo is not too sure on venturing further on a personal level, afraid of messing up whatever silent lines that has been drawn in this.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

Kyungsoo hums before getting up to her PC. She needs to drown herself in the whole volume of Doukyuusei before hitting the sack, and maybe a good dose of Taibani’s doujins too.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

-<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“Baekhyun? Baekhyun-ah?”<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

The petite boy snaps out of his reverie at the sight of a hand waving in front of his face. He gulps when looking up to the owner of the voice.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

Kyungsoo’s brow furrows in slight worry. She leans her body towards Baekhyun.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“You’re alright?”<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

[..her back to Zhang Yixing’s chest, thighs splayed on either side of his; head tipped back, mouth open.]<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/i>

“..I’m okay! I’m fine, nothing’s wrong. Yes, I’m alright,” he stumbles. Kyungsoo raises her eyebrow but she didn’t press any further.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“Okay then, I just wanted to ask you to inform Luna that Minseok-sunbae is joining us today. I failed to reach her on her cell, she’s not in class either when I looked for her just now,”<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“Oh. Okay I’ll.., I’ll tell her later.” Baekhyun resolutely averting his eyes from the figure in front of him. Kyungsoo’s brow furrows furthermore before she leans over to Baekhyun to rest the back of her palm on the boy’s forehead.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

Baekhyun was too stunned to flinch or react in any way at the touch. An immediate heat rushes through his body.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

[Her hand is gripping hard on Yixing’s shoulder and another balancing on the floor. Lips spilling cries and beggings.]<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/i>

“It’s lunch break, you wanna go grab something to eat with me? I have painkillers if you need them,” Kyungsoo offers.  Baekhyun’s shook himself hard internally.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“..I’m fine! ..really. You don’t have to,” He winces when his tone comes off a little too high. He berates himself silently. Any given day he would’ve jump at the opportunity but right now, in this situation<\/i>, he really can’t.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“..I have something to do anyway, I’m sorry. Maybe you can ask Jongdae?” He offers apologetically.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“Okay then. Tell me if you need anything, ‘kay?”<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

You.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/i>

“Sure,” Baekhyun replies with a half-hearted smile.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

-<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

Kyungsoo is munching into her bread when she feels a weight settling in the seat next to her. She almost chokes when she turns to a faceful of a blinding rainbow locks followed by a grinning face of Oh Sehun; whom she remembers as one of Zitao’s clique.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“Annyeong, noonar.” The younger boy quips chirpily as he’s patting the back of a currently coughing Kyungsoo. Hand not-so discreetly resting at the small of her back as she comes down from her choking fit.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“Uh, um. ..yes?” Her eyes darted to the smiling crescents next to her, raising the back of her hand to cover her mouth and her flushing face. Right at that moment she feels a presence settling down on the other side of her, eyes widen when she turns at the sight.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

There’s Kim Jongin slouching in the seat; hands in pocket, eyes glancing back at her. Face impassive but the weight of his eyes suggest otherwise. Kyungsoo immediately felt the need to shrink herself on the spot. There’s just something about the other’s stare that didn’t settles right, especially when it rests upon her; like it’s slowly curls and grips something deep inside that she couldn’t exactly pinpoint. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

She still remembers the heated glint in his eyes when she witnessed him engaging in a brawl against a senior twice his size last winter, the fury that fueled him as he crashed his knuckle with a sickening crack to the other’s jaw. She remembers standing stock still at the corner of the pavement in shock, clutching her bag strap in tight grip. She did not know why or what happened for all she did was walking back home her usual route from a late choir practice before getting distracted by the noises of a scuffle. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

She also remembers having her breath hitched when that heated gaze suddenly lies upon her, noticing the intrusion. So she did the most logical and reflexive thing she could do; ran away. She blames everything on that stare that in her opinion was too loaded, foreign and overwhelming it shook her deep inside.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“We need your help, noona.” Sehun’s voice cuts through her reverie. She immediately diverts her attention to the still smiling boy whose hand now absently tracing her lower back. But Kyungsoo gives heed to none of it as confusion fills her expression.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“..help? what help? I don’t think there’s anything that I can-”<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“Ohh, there is.” Sehun drawns along with his smile. “But first we gonna need you to come meet us at the school’s swimming pool after school. Can you do that for us, noona?” The younger adorns a pleading look in his eyes that somehow still didn’t lose its coyness within. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

Kyungsoo didn’t feel at ease with the idea. Last she know the school’s pool hasn’t been used in ages, what could possibly these two infamous brats want from her? Doubts filled her all over but she couldn’t exactly find it in herself to form out a refusal; not with Sehun’s sparkling eyes pinning on her and the other pair that she can just feel <\/i>them boring through the back of her head.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“Pleeeeeease, noona? Hm?” Sehun now putting front a full force pout; shuffling closer to rest his face against Kyungsoo’s arm. Kyungsoo awkwardly tenses before Jongin’s quiet but sure voice slips through from the other side.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“Please.”<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

Kyungsoo turns to the boy and finds herself momentarily subdued to the look in his eyes; hopeful, intense and grasping. Before she knows it, she’s already nodding an “Okay,” to Sehun’s much delight and mouth-splitting grin.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

She couldn’t help but feel that she had just agreed to something she shouldn’t have.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

-<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

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-i am so so so sooooooo sorry for everything university life is taking it's toll on me i kinda lost my muse i'm gonna go hide now
-also thank you so much for all those anon messages on tumblr please believe me when i say my heart cries everytime i received them ;~;
-i honestly really didn't expect anyone would even care about this but here's a lackluster update? T.T again i'm sorry\/\/\/\/\/\/;;<\/span>
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Rating:<\/b> NC-17 (this chapter)
Pairing:<\/b> girl!kyungsoo\/exo
Warning(s):<\/b> het sex, self-indulgent cuz I just want me some femsoo. unbetaed.
Summary:<\/b> In which Kyungsoo is a moe<\/s> fujoshi who finds herself in a sticky predicament.
Previous Part(s):<\/b> 1<\/a> | 2<\/a> | 3<\/a> | 4<\/a>



“You want me to join the choir club?” Minseok points to himself wide-eyed. They’re currently sitting in the near-empty cafeteria, facing each other. Kyungsoo is fiddling with the straw of the banana milk Minseok bought for both of them.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“No! Just for this upcoming ceremony for the vice principal’s retirement. We have picked a suitable song but the vocal ranges it required need more members than the existing ones. We don’t wish to burden you, we know you already have so much going on with your soccer practices, and not to mention all the final year preparations for the admittance exam and-”<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“Kyungsoo? Kyungsoo, slow down.” Minseok smiles before lightly ruffling the top of Kyungsoo’s hair.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“I’m just a bit shocked that you asked me, really. I don’t even think that I’m a good singer. Heck, Luhan sings better than me,” Minseok laughs.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“..that’s not true!” Kyungsoo exclaims. Minseok raises his eyebrow.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“I mean I, I’ve heard you sing before. In church. I saw how you genuinely sing the tune out. And honestly, you have a great pitch. I was impressed when I first hear it.” Kyungsoo smiles in reminiscence. She really loves the feeling of encountering good talent, especially if it’s in singing.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

Minseok blushes; both at the praise and Kyungsoo’s smile. Nervous hand rubbing the back of his neck. Gosh she really should smile more.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“Really? Haha I didn’t think anyone would’ve found out about that, except for Luhan. I was just sitting in for a friend whenever he’s got an emergency. Since there are a lot of other people singing too I didn’t think my voice would make any difference,”<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“It does! Your voice is one of the distinctive ones that I’ve noticed. At some point I even focuses my voice to your tune instead of the song,” Kyungsoo chuckles at the memory.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“Oh? That must mean you’ve been staring at me the whole time then?” Minseok grins. Kyungsoo blushes before sputtering;<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“Well your dolphin pitch just entrances me, okay! It kinda reminded me of TVXQ’s Xiah Junsu,” Minseok laughs out loud at that. Honestly that’s not the first time he’s heard that, he sometimes even use it a gag among his friends. But to think out of all things about him that caught Do Kyungsoo’s eyes; is his dolphin pitch just amuses him greatly.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“You mean like this? ~Bambayaa~!,”<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

Kyungsoo burst out at Minseok’s imitation before the older boy was cracking up along with her; spouting more nonsense imitations of the great idol singer Oh my god sun! <\/i>and Kyungsoo’s laughter ringing throughout the cafeteria.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

-<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

Jongin and Sehun stops in their track at the reverberating sound of laughter from the cafeteria.  They’re in their way from skipping<\/strike> lab class to the school’s rooftop; their hang out place.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“Isn’t that Do Kyungsoo?” Jongin immediately shuffles close to sehun’s side by the café’s side entrance.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“What is Kim Minseok doing with her?” Jongin didn’t answer Sehun; eyes fixed to the sight of the happy pair. He never knew she could laugh like that.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

And all you do is scare her,<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/i>

A strange ache tinges that thought. His mind flashing back the image of a wide-eyed and possibly scarred Kyungsoo; to his bloody fist and the half-gone man who’s now basically a pulp on the street.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

Needless to say Kyungsoo has never come near him ever since.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

Not that she has ever come near him ever<\/i>, but that’s beside the point.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“Looks like now the soccer team has breached the off limit thing. Damn I’m almost scared for the shit that’ll go down if the basketball team found out about this,” Sehun adds.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“Wait, that means the third years has gotten involved in this. Then the chances are slim for us!” Sehun cries.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“To hell with third years,” Jongin spits.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“What? You’re gonna punch your way into her skirt? Hell, even Zitao didn’t have to result to that to bring him this far with her. Speaking of which, maybe we <\/i>should hook up or something and see where that’s gonna bring us with her” Sehun suggests, eyebrows wiggling before promptly ducking Jongin’s push aimed on his shoulder with a laugh.

“Ew dude, no!”<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“Anyway, I’m pretty serious about the third years; now that Kris is involved too we gotta up our game, dude.”<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“Wait, Kris?”<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“Yeah, don’t tell me you don’t see it dude! I know he’s up to something after that cafeteria incident the other day. Now that Mr. President himself has come down into the field, the game is on<\/i>.” Sehun finishes with a grin.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

-<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

Baekhyun cries out at the tentative press of his slicked palm on his half-hard cock.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

He’s currently face down in his pillow, shorts down to knees and ass slightly propped up to give enough room for his sneaking hand currently working his hard-on.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

He’s so overwhelmed with shame and guilt but he just can’t<\/i> get rid of the flashing images in his head; something that has been haunting him for a couple of nights now, ever since he walked in on them.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

Ever since he walked in on Kyungsoo riding Zhang Yixing; the supposed angelic prince of the third year on the back of the library within the secluded stacks of bookshelves.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

His cock is slowly filling, eyes fluttering shut recounting its journey of tracing the bead of sweat that trailed down Kyungsoo’s bare chests. Baekhyun groans.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

He remembers that day he was looking for Kyungsoo who’s suddenly missing from the choir club meeting when he so clearly saw her entering the club room earlier. That search somehow leads him to the empty library, he walked around inside before his feet stopped at the faint sound of moaning. He would have totally missed it if the library wasn’t completely in silent. Then after docking around his curiosity brought him dead to the sight;<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

Kyungsoo with her back to Zhang Yixing’s chest, thighs splayed on either side of his; head tipped back, mouth open. Her school blouse is unbuttoned, but still tucked in her skirt. Pulled aside just enough to frame her exposed breasts; whose bras are bunched up on top of the ample flesh. Her hand is gripping hard on Yixing’s shoulder and another balancing on the floor. Lips spilling cries and beggings.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

Baekhyun shudders, hand tightening on his leaking cock. Relishing those visuals alone could get him off.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

Yixing’s had an arm tight around her, bodies slowly undulating despite Kyungsoo’s constant plead to go faster. Baekhyun doesn’t know whether he should be thankful for the hindrance of the skirt or not, because judging by the sounds<\/i> of it is enough to make his hard-on twitch; a predicament that he horrifiedly found himself in. He should’ve moved. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

He should’ve moved because right fucking then <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/i>because Zhang Yixing found his eyes from between the gap of the book stacks in front of him. Baekhyun froze on the spot. Body shaking with nerves but his damn feet still seemingly glued to the floor. He truly thought that was his end.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

But what happened after next made his blood goes haywire. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

Yixing slowly brought his hand up covering Kyungsoo’s eyes; while another braced tight on her hip.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“You’ve been good, Jing Xiu.”<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/i> He whispered, before plowing up hard into Kyungsoo with squelching thrusts. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

She came with a drawn out moan almost immediately after; having caught off guard with Yixing’s sudden aggressiveness. She lets out a string of tiny whimpers when Yixing’s thrusts hadn’t faltered, before turning her head to the side capturing Yixing’s lips in a slow kiss.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

That seemed to do the trick when Yixing’s movement suddenly gets jerky, hand coming up to grip at one of her breast while he came.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

Baekhyun lets out a loud groan before a violent shudder hits him; thumb pressing hard into the slit of his cock before his palm got a handful of white cum. He reaches for the tissue to wipe off his hands, and plops down on his back to the bed. He rests his arm on his forehead, sighing deeply.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

After all of those, what really hits him hard is the way Zhang Yixing looks down on him at that time; at his shameful self with a cum-filled pants. There’s this smug plus possessive look to Baekhyun in his eyes while securely cradling Kyungsoo in his arms as if saying; you could never.<\/i><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

-<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>



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-sorry i couldn't access my personal laptop these past few days; could only online thru phone >.<
-asfgkh yixing is not even one of my bias or in any of the ships i like why did i made him like this orz in fact not one of the main interactions in the fic so far has been my bias or ships lolol<\/s>
-but i basically ships kyungsoo with everyone so really, the fic could go anywhere from here
-and i didn't really intend to depict kyungsoo as the boys' bicycle or smth bc technically she's only ever been with two guys so far but we never know<\/s>
-follow me on tumblr!<\/a><\/span><\/p>

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Rating:<\/b> R (this chapter, NC-17 overall)
Pairing:<\/b> girl!kyungsoo\/exo
Warning(s):<\/b> het sex, self-indulgent cuz I just want me some femsoo. unbetaed.
Summary:<\/b> In which Kyungsoo is a moe<\/s> fujoshi who finds herself in a sticky predicament.
Previous Part(s):<\/b> 1<\/a> | 2<\/a> | 3<\/a> |




Kyungsoo staggers in her steps before opting to rest her body against the library’s wall. Her knees still a little weak from earlier despite taking some time to catch a break after that intense romp.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

Sex with Yixing does that a lot. He wasn’t particularly a harsh lover, it’s just that he’s a goddamn tease and he <\/font>loves<\/i> taking his sweet time prolonging and torturing Kyungsoo into complete frustration until she’s jerking and pleading wordlessly into his neck. Kyungsoo doesn't<\/span> hate that, but sometimes she does wish for a more domineering and pumped up round. <\/font><\/span>

She rubs the carpet burn on her knees, the struggling result from being held down by the hips too long on the floor with Yixing deep inside just grinding<\/i>, but refusing to let her bounce her way into completion. But like always, all those frustrations were quickly thrown outside the window when Yixing finally, finally<\/i> thrust up with that sweet smile adorning his pretty face.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

Needless to say it didn’t take Kyungsoo very long after that.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

Kyungsoo reminisce the first time it happened with Yixing; she was also in the library at that time, working her inside furiously with her fingers between the secluded shelves. It was past school hour and Kyungsoo loses her control after days of build up frustration. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

She remembers that it was just after the summer break; where the source of her frustration started. She followed her family back to their relative’s hometown in the seaside that summer, and that's where she met Jung Daehyun; her childhood friend back.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

As far as Kyungsoo remember Daehyun definitely didn’t look this toned and broad-chested last she saw him, and his tanned skin and plush lips and blinding smiles are doing unexplainable things on her body. (And by the look of Daehyun he didn’t fare off much either.)<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

They skirted around each other for days like that until it was two days before she had to leave. They were fooling around among the rocks splashing water onto each other before they’re suddenly pressed up against each other wet and scrambling away at each other’s clothes.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

That’s the first time she had ever experienced sexual activities; and she was glad he was being as careful and gentle as he can the first time they did it but also as enthusiastic in worshipping her body thoroughly.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

But two days wasn’t enough. She was just getting used to the euphoria before she had to leave it abruptly; which lead to her perpetual frustration in school afterwards. At first she tried to distract herself by venturing into a more hardcore mangas; and that seemed to do the trick for a while when she was momentarily amazed by the wide varieties of R18 SasuNaru doujinshis alone. But the more she read, the more curious she became and she knew it got worse when she started seeing Baekhyun and Jongdae climbing into each other’s lap making out angrily during the height of one of their banter. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

Worse<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/i> because that thoughts turned her on.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

So when that led to her pleasuring herself in the library little did she expect at that time that things are about to get worser, <\/i>(or maybe not).<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

She was sitting on the floor leaning on the shelve with her knees up, panties tangled on one of her ankles with fingers rapidly sliding in and out of her folds wetly.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

Yixing found her exactly like this; standing stunned by the end of the shelf in front of her.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

She remembers belatedly having her breath caught up in surprise, but somehow her fingers just pressed up harder into her and she just couldn’t stop<\/i>. And then. And then she nearly chokes when Yixing slowly moved in front of her.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

He dropped to his knee, and with that trademark smile of his that Kyungsoo will soon learn would strike a shiver in her every time she saw it he offers;<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“Need a hand?”<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

-<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

Chanyeol throws his bag at a random interval before promptly slumping face first on his bed, groaning at the pricks and kicks in his limbs. Coach Kim was particularly harsh today, but Chanyeol wouldn’t really blame any on him since the year end tournament is coming up and to be honest Chanyeol wasn’t really in his element today, anyway so he kind of deserved that extra punishment practice.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

He wriggles out of his training jersey and shorts, feeling stuffy with the garments. He turn on his back before resting an arm on his forehead, mind reeling back to the subject that has been distracting him since this morning; a certain petite and curvy girl who has been the star of his nightly guilty pleasure.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

Speaking of guilty pleasure..<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

Chanyeol immediately get up and peer at his window. The blinds of the window across his room are drawn out, but the light is on. Chanyeol sighs before throwing himself back on his bed.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

Do Kyungsoo.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

Kyungsoo.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

Kyungsoo.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/i>

His mind flashes the memories of the shapely girl standing in front of him this morning. Oh how lovely she had looked from up close and Chanyeol just wanted to smack himself in the head for being an awkward prick in front of her. Chanyeol remembers when he first truly saw her around the second year she moved in next to his house. He had just finished showering when he heard a distinct voice singing. It was so faint he almost thought he’s just hallucinating things. But then when he goes to his slightly opened window to open it wider that’s when he spotted a cute girl leaning on the railing of her window; chanting out tunes and melodies to the night sky.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

It was one of the loveliest sound he’d ever heard and definitely of one of the loveliest sight too. At that moment he chastised himself for not noticing this gem sooner; he had been so caught up with his life and practices that he disregard little things around him. But Chanyeol can’t exactly pinpoint where it went wrong with Kyungsoo, he tried and fail miserably in his every attempt of getting to know her because she always shuts herself in at school and she also have this perpetually incredulous look in her eyes that always made Chanyeol feel like a loser everytime it was so much as directed in his direction.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

But she has the most adorable smile and as equally if not more adorable giggles, something he envied that punk Baekhyun and sometimes Jongdae too for having to witness (and sometimes caused it) on daily basis. Damn choir club.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

It also turned out that Chanyeol is not the only one that notices Kyungsoo. At a sport clubs meeting spilled the can that revealed the rest of the boys turned out to be collectively dogging after Kyungsoo. Chanyeol doesn’t really remember how it goes but he vaguely recalled someone mentioning Kyungsoo’s name for whatever reason it is and from there the rest is a pouring dam. This then led to that stupid pact of putting her off limit because Yixing suddenly feel the need to exert his captain power to ‘preserve the team spirit’ so no chasing on the same girl.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

But Chanyeol considers himself lucky because at least he got to witness Kyungsoo in her rare moments, like when he spotted her in glee over something on her computer. Sometimes he’d caught her rolling on her bed, giggling at the comic book in her hands (she seemed to have a vast collection of it too, judging by the full shelf beside her bed.)<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

Chanyeol wishes he could be a lot closer to her in those moments; to let her know that he loves every bit of her cute, sexy<\/strike> dorky self and how he<\/i> could be as equally a dork too and together they could both roll in a dork mud with hands slipping and grappling and.. okay. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

Chanyeol immediately shook his head. He needs a cold shower.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

-<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“So, Kyungsoo. Do you have anyone in mind?”<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

Kyungsoo snapped out of her reverie. The choir club committee members including Baekhyun and Jongdae are looking upon her in expectation.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“Uh, sorry. What?”<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“You know our team needs more back up vocal, right? The vice principal’s retirement ceremony is nearing, and we need more harmonies for the song we’ve picked. Do you have anyone in mind that we could possibly recruit?” Luna inquires.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

Kyungsoo doesn’t need to ponder long. She immediately knew someone in mind. Honestly he’d be perfect. But she’s not sure whether he’d go for it.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“I do have one. I’ve heard him sings in church before. Honestly I think he has good potential with his great pitch. But he’s in another club right now, I’m afraid he’d passed because the schedule could be hard on him? Plus, he’s a third year student.” Kyungsoo explains. Kyungsoo and Jongdae straightened up.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“Oh? And who would that be?”<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“Kim Minseok sunbae.”<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“Oh really? We must get him then! Kyungsoo please persuade him!” Luna tugs on Kyungsoo’s blouse.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“Uh, me? I’m not good at this,” Kyungsoo admits. Because really, she couldn't<\/span> even lure a cat with fish.<\/font><\/span>

“Of course you’d be perfect this! You can ask Kris sunbae for help!”<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“Ehh? What does he got to do with this?” Kyungsoo squeaks.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“Because they’re classmates. Don’t think we don’t know you got a little chummy with him, Kyungsoo. We all heard of that lil’ incident at the cafeteria,” Luna stares her down pointedly.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

Kyungsoo spluttered before Luna practically shoves her face down with a paper and claps her hands in satisfaction.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“It’s all settled, then! I hope you’ll bring us good news, Kyungsoo. This club’s fate lies in your hand.” Luna finishes off dramatically, patting Kyungsoo on her shoulder. Baekhyun look on her with worries etched on his face.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“Will you be alright? Want me to go with you?” Somehow Baekhyun feels like letting Kyungsoo go into the third year’s hallway is like setting off a sheep into a wolf’s den.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

Kyungsoo shook her head with a smile. “It’s okay, Baekkie. I’ll be fine.”<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“You sure?” This time Jongdae pipes in.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“Of course..!”<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

-<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

Not.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

Kyungsoo silently hits her forehead against the wall at the stairs near the clamoring hallway of the third year classes. The teachers are all having a meeting so that explains the noises ringing throughout the hallway. But the situation is fairly controlled in the third years compared to if it were a first year hallway, saved for some stray students hanging around.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

Why did she agree to this again? She should’ve known better before throwing herself in general public confrontation. She’d be more composed if it were one on one interaction..she thinks. But most importantly, how could she missed the fact that if Kris is Minseok’s classmate, then that means Joonmyun and Yixing are also in the same class! Kyungsoo wails internally.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

There’s just something that equates horror being in the same vicinity of Joonmyun and Yixing, not to mention how her general feeling towards Kris has become all weird now due to that little dream she had about him and Zitao. Plus, Yixing didn’t know about her little crush on Joonmyun. Not that it matters for anything, but somehow Kyungsoo feels it’s better that Yixing didn’t ever find out about it. But Yixing is a smart guy. Kyungsoo don’t think it’ll take long for him to pick up hints with how generally fail at life Kyungsoo is really at hiding her emotions and being around Joonmyun certainly wouldn’t help the case. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

Kyungsoo breathes.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

She peaks around before walking up the stairs, awkwardly avoiding eye contacts and stares and moving straight to the 3-A sign right above the door in front of her. She thinks she heard some whistle at the back but she just brushes it off.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

She freezes when she finally arrived at the class’ door. Almost all the student sits quietly at their table; reading, doing homework or revising, saved for few that huddled around presumably engaged in some kind of discussion. Well, this is 3-A anyway. The highest level of class in the whole school. What does she expect?<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

Certainly not more of these unnerving feelings. On second thought, maybe she’d prefer a rackety class better.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“Oh.”<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

Kyungsoo jumps. A beautiful pair of eyes sets on her from just behind the door frame she stood by.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“Hello there,” She was immediately greeted with a smile. Kyungsoo freezes a moment. This is the first time she saw Luhan, the star player of the school’s soccer team alongside Minseok from up close. Kyungsoo was momentarily drawn to those dazzling eyes.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

My gosh he’s gorgeous.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/i>

“What do I owe to this wonderful little surprise, hm?” Luhan trails a finger down Kyungsoo’s face, smile relentless on his.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“Kyungsoo?”<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

Kyungsoo immediately snapped out, eyes widened at the sight of Kris coming up to her. He raises his hand to rest at her cheek, large palm framing the side of her face perfectly.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“Why are you here? Do you need anything?”<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

Kyungsoo may have gurgled a little. Because at that precise moment flashes of Kris’s reaching hand from the dream came assaulting her thoughts; at how she was a breadth away from licking it off. And it’s definitely not helping now that Kris’ thumb is conveniently resting above her lips.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

Damn it, what is it with her face that people just couldn't seem to<\/span> leave it alone?<\/font><\/span>

Kyungsoo immediately pulls Kris’s hand down, sputtering now that the whole<\/i> class is paying attention to them. Especially..<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

Kyungsoo quickly averted her eyes from Yixing’s stare, only to be caught in Joonmyun’s just right in front of him. Kyungsoo chokes.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“Oh. Um..i need. Uh. ..Min. Minseok sunbaenim.” One of these days she swears she’s gonna need a speech therapy.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“Minseokkie?” Luhan quips.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

Said boy perks up from his seat by the window; looking startled at the mention. Me?<\/i> He motions from his seat. Kyungsoo slowly nodded.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“What do you need Minseok for? You’re breaking my heart here,” Luhan pouts.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“None of your business. Shoo.” Minseok pipes in when he arrives behind Kris, making sweeping motion with his hands.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“Yes, milady? What do you need my humble service for?” Minseok make a show of bowing with a hand on his chest.

Kyungsoo blushes. She really should’ve brought Baekhyun along for this. And maybe Jongdae too. So that she could hide behind their backs forever.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

She realizes belatedly that prickles of stares still raining heavily, “ Um can we talk in private?”<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“Oh? Sure! Let’s move then,” Minseok replies; tone elated. And Kyungsoo was only too glad to comply, not noticing how Minseok rest his hand on the small of her back while they’re walking away, nor that sneak of tongue he cheekily presents Luhan with.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

-<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

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-slightly longer chap to make up for the delay!
-i'm still reeling from the drama ver., decided to feature more fictime for the members that are severely lacking of appearances in the mv lol
-let me know if there's anything you guys don't get abt the layout of the story, but basically all u need to know is kyungsoo is a tool who didn't realize she has became the object of desire to the boys in her school lol
-ASFGKHJ FULL BLOWN SMUT ONE DAY, I PROMISED OKAY<\/s> couldn't resist all these plots popping up >.<
-and !surprise bapexo<\/s><\/span>
Part 5<\/a><\/div><\/a>","comments":"https:\/\/prettyminstrel.livejournal.com\/5055.html?view=comments#comments","category":["fanfic","kyungsoo","exo"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/prettyminstrel.livejournal.com\/4837.html","pubDate":"Sun, 14 Jul 2013 01:37:42 GMT","title":"Fic: Testosterone Testarosa 3\/?","author":"prettyminstrel","link":"https:\/\/prettyminstrel.livejournal.com\/4837.html","description":"Title:<\/b> Testosterone Testarosa 3\/?<\/b>
Rating:<\/b> R (this chapter, NC-17 overall)
Pairing:<\/b> girl!kyungsoo\/exo
Warning(s):<\/b> het sex, self-indulgent cuz I just want me some femsoo. unbetaed.
Summary:<\/b> In which Kyungsoo is a moe<\/s> fujoshi who finds herself in a sticky predicament.
Previous Part(s):<\/b> 1<\/a> | 2<\/a> |




“Come here,” Kris voices out in the midst of heavy breathing and slicks of flesh. Zitao let out a drawn out moan when the older boy rubs their cocks harder, teasing both their tips alternately. Kris’s big hand covered both their length perfectly, while Zitao’s gripping his ass pulling him against his heat harder. <\/i>

They both are resting their forehead against each other, embroiled in an intense battle of stares and all the needs that reflected off it. They stood naked in the middle of the room, sweats tracing toned bodies and long, long legs.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/i>

“Yes, come here baby,” This time it’s Zitao voicing out. Wait, who are they addressing to?<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/i>

And then slowly, both male turn their heavy gaze to the side, heads still plastered together.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/i>
“Kyungsoo.”<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/i>

A sharp sensation runs through her body at the sound of her name uttered by them. She looks down finding that her body was very much naked too, as equally if not more turned on. She’s acutely aware that she’s dripping, judging by how her fingers are doing a poor job of stuffing it all back inside.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/i>

She huffs a strained moan at how she just couldn’t seem to appease that deep ache inside her, eyes flitting back in plead to the boys in front of her. Knees shaking from its position on the floor.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/i>

“Oh baby, come here now. Come in between us.”<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/i>

Kris reaches out a wet hand, and Kyungsoo suddenly had an inexplicable need to crawl over and lick it off.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/i>

Slowly, she moves.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/i>


Kyungsoo woke up heaving, heartbeat racing throughout her body. Eyes wide.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

What the hell was that? Oh god.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/i>

Did she just had a wet dream about Kris and Zitao? Oh god. Okay if Kyungsoo were to be honest she had<\/i> imagined the two boys in compromising fantasies before (for ‘research’ purposes. Uhum.) But to actually be <\/i>in the dream herself?<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

That’s new.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

And that wasn’t totally bad at all.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

Ugh, no!<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/i> Kyungsoo shook her head off at the thought. That’s just impossible. She couldn’t possibly have a chance with the two boys even if<\/i> they were straight. But dear lord the things that the dream just now did to her. Kyungsoo slowly moves her hand down her shorts to her aching folds, rolling over her body at the touch.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

(She’s going to pretend that she still didn’t feel traces of Zitao’s searing kiss and touches and Kris’ strong arm around her.)<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

-<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

Kyungsoo is in the middle of locking her house gate when she heard Mrs. Park calling her over. She immediately bows to greet her.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“Are you on the way to school?”<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“Yes Mrs. Park. Is there anything I can help with?”<\/span><\/span>

Mrs. Park produces a green lunch box, along with a small water container and hands it to Kyungsoo with a small grin.<\/span><\/span>

“Chanyeol forgot to bring this earlier. He has a basketball practice this afternoon after school so he gotta have some extra food with him. Can you be a dear and help me hand it to him?”<\/span><\/span>

Kyungsoo hesitates a little. It’s not that she doesn’t want to help; it’s just that she rarely talk to Chanyeol saved for few awkward greetings. Her family moved into the neighborhood just when she’s starting middle school so that left her with almost zero chance of getting to know with other peers around. Now she’s just mostly wondering how to approach Chanyeol without making the situation too awkward, or making sure that she would went mostly unnoticed considering Chanyeol is somewhat known in their school, being in a basketball team and all (it definitely helps that he’s also hot). Plus, she definitely does not need another ruckus after what went down in the cafeteria yesterday; she had garnered enough whispers and stares, thank you very much.<\/span><\/span>

“Um, okay Mrs. Park.”<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

-<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

Okay this is impossible.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

Kyungsoo thought while she made a complete turn for the third time today. She had been trying to approach Chanyeol since this morning, but that tall boy is always surrounded by his basketball clique. Kyungsoo glances back when a boisterous laughter rang at the back. Chanyeol is clapping his hands at whatever antics his friends are currently demonstrating right now.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

Kyungsoo sighs. Truth to be told she would’ve just braced through it in the first place, but. But there’s Yixing in the circle.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

Kyungsoo darted back at the boy smiling beside Chanyeol. Few girls swoon by his side, and Yixing good-naturedly smiles back; causing them to swoon even more.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

Zhang Yixing can be said as the epitome of an angelic prince in their school; he is well-mannered, sweet, polite and also a member of the basketball team alongside Chanyeol. Everybody adores Yixing. So does Kyungsoo at first. Well it’s hard not to considering how Yixing is practically a manhwa model comes true, and that only strikes all the high points in Kyungsoo’s book.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

But. Ungh.<\/i><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

Kyungsoo closes her eyes as her blood rushes south. No. She cannot go anywhere near Yixing with her condition like this, not when she’s all high and strung out after the little event with Zitao and Kris.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

If Yixing find out..<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

A shiver runs through her body.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

--“Kyungsoo~! Did you come to see me?” Kyungsoo jumps at a voice and a pair of hands that came up to squish her cheeks.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“Jongdae!” Kyungsoo exclaims; a little slurred from being squished by the grinning boy in front of her. Jongdae is in the choir club with Kyungsoo and Baekhyun; and seemed to have a penchant for pinching, squeezing and squishing Kyungsoo’s cheeks. Sometimes he even mimed ‘eating’ Kyungsoo by pretending to bite her arm (only to be smacked by Baekhyun).<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“I told you to call me Chen Chennn..!” Drawls Jongdae, squishing about Kyungsoo’s cheeks with each syllable.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“Jongdae-yahh” Kyungsoo squirms pitifully but only seemed to delight the boy more. Thankfully, his attention got distracted by the lunch box and water container in Kyungsoo’s hands.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“Ooh what’s this? Did you bring this for me?”<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“No, this is for..Chanyeol.” Kyungsoo’s tone wanes at the end, and Jongdae seemed to missed it.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“Who..? You don’t wanna give it to me? How could you! Bad Kyungsoo, bad!” Jongdae pouts before further abusing her (poor) cheeks.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“..no! This is for, hmph..Jongdae, stop! I jurst fwanted to..! ..I just wanted Chanyeol!!”<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

Time immediately stills.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

At least that’s what Kyungsoo thought happened when Jongdae paused mid air and worse, the boisterous laughter behind her suddenly quiets.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

Fuck.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/i>

Kyungsoo slowly turns, and sure enough there’s Chanyeol looking over them wide-eyed. And of course Chanyeol’s attention is not the only one she caught. She mentally willed for the ground to eat her up, whatever deities up there sure is having a field day with Kyungsoo’s life recently.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

Red-faced, she slowly walks over to Chanyeol; resolutely ignoring Yixing’s piercing stare. Chanyeol immediately stand up straight; eyes following Kyungsoo’s approaching frame till she stops before him. And fuck<\/i>. The view is really nice from up close. Chanyeol involuntarily swallows a phantom air in his throat.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“Um. This. This was for you.” Kyungsoo hands over the lunch box and the container. Chanyeol perks up.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“Oh?”<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“It was from your mother, she asked me to hand it to you this morning.”<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“Oh.” If Kyungsoo pays enough attention she probably would’ve notice the slight disappointed tone in Chanyeol’s reply but currently she’s busy trying to will her magical disappearance.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“Um. Okay. Uh. I got to go, yeah.” Kyungsoo finishes lamely before preparing to sprint away, but Chanyeol stops her.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“Wait! Kyungsoo. Um, thanks.” Chanyeol let out a sheepish grin at the small smile Kyungsoo replied him with, before she walks away with a bewildered Jongdae tailing after her.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

A commotion breaks after a pause; claps and assaults raining Chanyeol left and right before a headlock caught him demanding answers and explanation. Chanyeol managed to clarify after catching his breath; all the while still guarding his body from stray jealous punches.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“All this time you live next to her and you never tell us?”<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“Can you see her room from your place?”<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“How does she look like in tank tops?”<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“Fuck, you didn’t try anything with her, do you? You know she’s off-limit!”<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

Chanyeol denies any allegations of having anything with Kyungsoo. Well that’s mostly true anyway. What Chanyeol didn’t tell them is yes, he can see her room from his; she wears spaghetti straps most of the time; and Chanyeol definitely has crossed a different type of limit altogether by his nightly ritual of stalking her from his room.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

Beside him, Yixing is awfully quiet, eyes still staring off the direction Kyungsoo walked into.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

-<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

Kyungsoo smothers a moan into her fist at the feel of the fingers sliding in and out of her. One of the thighs she’s currently splayed on raises a little; which in turn propping up her butt a little more. Her skirt was flipped up, panties halfway down her thighs.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

The fingers continue its sliding, alternately switching motions by wiggling side to side. Kyungsoo’s moans breaks out of her fist before she quickly shoves it back when the fingers slam a little harder.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“I’ve heard about your little rendezvous with Zitao, Jing Xiu.<\/i>” The owner of the fingers drawls.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“And I must say I’m a little shaken. Looks like I’m not gonna be the only one that got to see you like this, feel<\/i> you like this.”<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

Kyungsoo feels her body being flipped onto her back, barely clearing her sights of the book racks around them before a body covers her.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

“So I have to enjoy this privilege thoroughly while I still have them, hm?”<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

Yixing flashes a smile, and promptly goes down on her.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>

-<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>
\"\"<\/span><\/div>

-hew
-wow kyungsoo sure made his<\/s> her way through the china-line, huh? ohho<\/span>

Part 4<\/a><\/div><\/a>","comments":"https:\/\/prettyminstrel.livejournal.com\/4837.html?view=comments#comments","category":["fanfic","kyungsoo","exo"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/prettyminstrel.livejournal.com\/4382.html","pubDate":"Fri, 12 Jul 2013 18:15:11 GMT","title":"Fic: Testosterone Testarosa 2\/?","author":"prettyminstrel","link":"https:\/\/prettyminstrel.livejournal.com\/4382.html","description":"Title:<\/b> Testosterone Testarosa 2\/?
Rating:<\/b> PG (this chapter, NC-17 overall)
Pairing:<\/b> girl!kyungsoo\/exo
Warning(s):<\/b> het sex, self-indulgent cuz I just want me some femsoo. unbetaed.
Summary:<\/b> In which Kyungsoo is a moe<\/s> fujoshi who finds herself in a sticky predicament.
Previous Part(s):<\/b> 1<\/a> |



“You what<\/i>?”

Sehun sputtered at a smug-faced Zitao. Jongin sporting the same incredulous expression.

“You’re kidding me. Little Soo? That kyungsoo?”

“Not-so little, heh. But yeah that sweet lump Kyungsoo.” Zitao replies, sighing in fondness at yesterday’s memory. “But that prick Kris just had to ruin the moment,” He added sulkily while violent stabbing the orange juice’s box with the straw.

Sehun whines out “unnhhh unfair!” at the same time Jongin spit out, “ugh fuck you, dude” while glaring at the feral-eyed boy.

“Why are you so pissed? Aren’t you the one who said that she’s a lil’ dork who giggles at air?” Zitao raises his eyebrow at Jongin.

“Yeah but she’s a hot<\/i> dork who jiggles<\/i> with her giggles. And she supposedly off-limit!” Jongin stares accusingly.

“Off-limit? What are we, 12? Well I didn’t know that. What I do know is I’m not done with her, especially not after yesterday.” Zitao’s blood rushes south at the memories of soft flesh and lavender scent, hand immediately presses down on his crotch.

“Well you’re not the only one then, heck we’re<\/i> not the only one who had eyes on her.” Sehun adds, mouth sucking at the straw a little too vengefully.

“What do you mean?”

“Rumor has it that some members of the basketball and soccer team has been having some interest on her for a while now, but she’s been put off-limit because they do not want to mess with the ‘team spirit’ or some shit like that.”

Zitao let out a bark of incredulous laughter, “What? That’s ridiculous. Well I, for one don’t really feel like being a team player for this one. I had a taste, and I gotta have it all.” Zitao finishes with a smirk.

Sehun raises his eyebrow while Jongin crosses his arms, “Is that a challenge we hear?”

“Well since everyone are such a pansie cowering behind the ‘limit’ and all I don’t see why I should waste such a perfectly edible opportunity.” Zitao shrugs.

-

Damn it, they’re here!<\/i>

Kyungsoo immediately raises the food tray to her face at sight of the infamous delinquent trio Zitao, Sehun and Kai at a table nearby, trying (failing) to inconspicuously slinks her way around the tables to the farthest corner so that she could hide herself there.

“Ooh who are we hiding from?”

Kyungsoo jumps at a voice sneaking right below her ear and she almost flip her tray off.

“Baekhyun!” Kyungsoo exclaimed at the grinning boy behind her; whose hands currently settling at her waist (unnecessarily) steadying her from the shock.

“How long have you been standing here?” Kyungsoo asks dazedly while the boy picks up the tray from her hand.

“Not standing, following. I was about to call you when I first saw you entering the café but then you suddenly sneak around funnily. What’s the matter?” Baekhyun chuckled before he started walking bringing the tray with him.

Kyungsoo docks behind his back whispering “Just hide me and keep walking!”, missing the small intake of breath from Baekhyun when she grips his waist and hides her face behind his neck.

“O, okay,” Baekhyun stumbles a little in his steps, suddenly finding himself having a hard time to keep up with the general pattern of breathing because of that soft pair of things currently pressing up against his back omfg breathe, Baek. BREATHE.<\/i>

Suddenly there’s a voice clearing its throat behind them, Kyungsoo turns only to find her blood immediately drained at the sight.

There’s Kris in all his glory looking down at her from his sky height. She curses her small frame when Kris’s eyes slowly droop so low like she’s a speck of dust on the floor.

That confrontation attracts a whirl of attention around them, which could only mean..

“Kyungsoo baby!”

Sure enough, there’s Zitao taking large strides towards the pair, pushing a spluttered Baekhyun to the side on his way and immediately presses up against Kyungsoo; who in turn got pushed against Kris’ rooted frame.

Kyungsoo let out a yelp only to be swallowed by Zitao’s lips, hand automatically braced on his shoulder and another gripping on Kris’ leg.

There’s a collective intake of gasps around her but Kyungsoo finding herself hard to mind any of them with Zitao’s currently on a mission to turn her into jelly.

When Zitao finally detaches his face from Kyungsoo she belatedly realizes that she’s leaning her weight completely against Kris; who’s currently holding her up from behind with an arm that snugly resting beneath her breasts.

She would attempt a feeble effort to move but that’s only going to prove pointless with how Zitao didn’t even budge a bit from his sandwich position (neither do Kris).

“Baby you bailed out so soon yesterday you left me all high and strung, that’s not fair.” Zitao breathes against the side of her face.

Kyungsoo chokes out a “W..what? but you and Kris..?”

“Fuck Kris, I only wanted you.” Zitao shoves Kris away; irritating the latter for separating him from the wonderful warmth (and weight<\/i>) of Kyungsoo.

Kyungsoo flails, “..you can’t do this! You can’t keep making him jealous like this, I know you guys care about each other!”

“What? No, Soo baby. You got it all wrong, actually-“

“Yes, we do care about each other.” Kris suddenly pipes in, forcibly pulling Zitao against him with a feral grin on his face.

Zitao’s eyes widens, sending the other boy a glaring wtf-are-you-doing look before hastily pushing Kris’s kissy face away from him.

“What the fuck dude?! No Soo baby listen to me-“

Kyungsoo coos at the sight with almost teary eyes, delighted with the turn of event that’s basically fantasy-confirming. She knew those two are together! Kristao forever!

“See? Don’t fight this. I know deep inside you love him with all your heart! I wish you two a lifetime of happiness,” Kyungsoo pats Zitao chest before walking away, pulling a gaping Baekhyun along with her.

Zitao cries out with grabby hands towards Kyungsoo’s retreating back, struggling against Kris’ grip. Meanwhile Sehun and Jongin currently cackling their asses off in the background.

“Wow, she really thought we’re together, huh?” Supplies Kris at the side, who then reflexively docked Zitao punches to his shoulder.

Well. This is fun.<\/i> A smirk curves itself on his face.

-


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<\/div>

-asfgh thank you for all the replies! i'll get to you all shortly<\/s>
-(i should've clarify this earlier) fujoshi=yaoi\/boys' love fangirl
-this is a mess orz please do not take this seriously \/hides under covers. the only reason you guys should stay for this is only for the mindless fun and gratuitous smut<\/s>
-the rest of the members will come out after this! :DD<\/span>
<\/span>
Part 3<\/a><\/div><\/a>","comments":"https:\/\/prettyminstrel.livejournal.com\/4382.html?view=comments#comments","category":["fanfic","kyungsoo","exo"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/prettyminstrel.livejournal.com\/4338.html","pubDate":"Thu, 11 Jul 2013 19:10:50 GMT","title":"Fic: Testosterone Testarosa 1\/?","author":"prettyminstrel","link":"https:\/\/prettyminstrel.livejournal.com\/4338.html","description":"Title:<\/b> Testosterone Testarosa 1\/?
Rating:<\/b> R (NC-17 for future chapters)
Pairing:<\/b> girl!kyungsoo\/exo
Warning(s):<\/b> het sex, self-indulgent cuz I just want me some femsoo. unbetaed.
Summary:<\/b> In which Kyungsoo is a moe<\/s> fujoshi who finds herself in a sticky predicament.



Wait.

Kyungsoo breaks out a moan when Zitao palms and kneads her breasts, fingers alternating between flicking and thumbing her peaked nubs.

This shouldn’t be happening. At least not like this. At least not like how Kyungsoo thought it should be.

Zitao pulls back, Kyungsoo flushes at the look in his eyes that’s currently taking its sweet pause devouring the sight of her very much ample breasts like it’s the 7th wonder of the world. She let out a small whimper when he tugged on both her nubs only to let it slips and bounces the rest of the flesh.

His hands resumed its cupping, Zitao briefly grins up at Kyungsoo before descending his face into the mounts and he- is he inhaling<\/i> her boobs? oh my god. Kyungsoo thought briefly before gasping at the feel of a wet tongue latching at her nipple. Her hand automatically goes up to his head.

Of course. This is where fate decided to play up her cruel practical joke because at that precise moment Kris opens the door into the student board room.

Oh fuck.

FUCK.

Joonmyun<\/i> is here too. Kyungsoo freezes up at the sight of the jaw-slacked older boy just right behind Kris; who mirrors similar expression on his face.

Kyungsoo automatically tightens her grip on Zitao’s hair; who’s seemingly oblivious at the interruption and still diligently laving at her breast. Kyungsoo winces when he let go of her nipple with an audible plop<\/i>, a thin strand of spit connecting her tip with his lips.

Finally Zitao takes notice of the new presences in the room; letting out an “Oh,” unhelpfully with no sense of remorse whatsoever.

Panic welled up in Kyungsoo, mouth running out words without control as she scrambles down the table.

“I didn’t mean to get in between you two! I’m sorry!”

When she watches how several emotions flashes through Kris’ expression all at once (shocked, entranced, confusion? and flushing<\/i>) and how Joonmyun mainly echoes the same reaction she belatedly realizes that her breasts are still very much exposed and hanging out of her school blouse.

Kyungsoo hurriedly fixes herself up before grabbing her bag and pushes her way out in between the two boys at the door, sending Joonmyun slumped at the door frame when she brushes against him and promptly sprint away before any of the boys could say anything.

“Aw fuck you guys just had to have an impeccable timing, do you?” Zitao whines.

Several beats passed when Kris finally shook himself out of his reverie and lets out a half-strained; “What?”

Zitao is in the midst of smoothing out his school uniform when he replied;

“Oh. She thought you and I were dating.”

Kris let out a sputtered “what?” and “how the hell does that relate to your face in her boobs” but all that he could coherently made out was, “fuck, her boobs<\/i>.”

Zitao just grins meanwhile Joonmyun still seemingly caught in his entrance by the door frame.

-

Kyungsoo screams into her pillow, rolling in between her thick blankets willing for it to swallow and suffocates her to death, only to rinse and repeat whenever flashes of today’s event ran through her mind.

She didn’t understand how it turned out like this; all she intended to do at first was to comfort Zitao when she found him brooding in the student board room, thinking he was depressed from not hanging out with Kris lately. She had always admired the couple; two sexy foreign students sticking up to each other and looking good together.

After all, what could be a more perfect set up than the school’s student president and the resident delinquent? The differences between the two best friends clashes with each other in the most delicious way and Kyungsoo may or may not have wrote some steamy fanfics involving those two.

But.

But the way Zitao laves at her doesn’t really suggest that he was upset at all nor heavily inclined ‘that’ way. Was he strai-

No. Kyungsoo shook her head vehemently. He must’ve been confused. He must’ve fooled himself into doing it to just to get back at Kris. That must’ve explained how Kris and Joonmyun walked in right at the moment. Yup. That must be it.

Joonmyun.

Fuuuuuuuuuck. He saw. Oh my fucking god Kim Joonmyun saw me.<\/i> Kyungsoo chants before promptly burying herself screaming in her pillow again.

So Kyungsoo may have been harboring a crush towards the vice president for a while now. But most of the time she just swallowed it down and resulting to just watching the boy (pathetically) quietly at the side. He probably didn’t even know her existence, saved for this one fateful evening that led him to a faceful of her breasts.

Oh my god. He must think I’m a slut.<\/i>

Kyungsoo silently stabs the tiny voice that replies; you are!<\/i> before letting out a cry, dreading how she would face going to school tomorrow.
-<\/div>


-asfgkhj what is this
-first fic homg<\/s>
-idk where i'm going with this. comment if it's any good? :| (i'll try to update this everyday if the reception is somewhat decent orz)
-half of this gonna be kyungsoo's boobs appreciation, okay? okay.<\/span>


Part 2<\/a><\/div><\/a>","comments":"https:\/\/prettyminstrel.livejournal.com\/4338.html?view=comments#comments","category":["fanfic","kyungsoo","exo"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/prettyminstrel.livejournal.com\/3924.html","pubDate":"Mon, 08 Jul 2013 18:43:32 GMT","title":"bonjour yeorobun o\/","author":"prettyminstrel","link":"https:\/\/prettyminstrel.livejournal.com\/3924.html","description":"

so i have another tumblr specifically for exo<\/strike> kpop-related stuffs and fangirling purposes;<\/span><\/p>

http:\/\/kyungsoonim.tumblr.com\/<\/a><\/p>

if any of u by any chance stumbled upon this and u have an account too then let's hit up each other there! i would love to have more friends on tumblr :3<\/p>

btw i don't have anything against any other fandoms so i don't mind if u reblogs mixed stuffs but u should know that i reblogs lots of exo (well D.O.\/Kyungsoo)<\/p>","comments":"https:\/\/prettyminstrel.livejournal.com\/3924.html?view=comments#comments","category":["tumblr","personal"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/prettyminstrel.livejournal.com\/2602.html","pubDate":"Tue, 19 Apr 2011 11:14:19 GMT","title":"[Semi-Locked]","author":"prettyminstrel","link":"https:\/\/prettyminstrel.livejournal.com\/2602.html","description":"

\"\ud5c9\"<\/p>

<\/p>

o\/

sarah.  25.

been a fan of korean music since 2004.

 EXO has taken over my life.

casual fan of everything else.<\/span>

other places you can find me (currently most active in twitter):<\/span>

twitter<\/a> | fandom tumblr<\/a> | <\/span>dreamwidth<\/a> | <\/span>misc. tumblr<\/a> <\/span>| <\/span>exochocolate<\/a> | <\/span><\/p>","comments":"https:\/\/prettyminstrel.livejournal.com\/2602.html?view=comments#comments","category":"welcome"},{"guid":"https:\/\/prettyminstrel.livejournal.com\/2408.html","pubDate":"Fri, 14 Jan 2011 19:57:23 GMT","author":"prettyminstrel","link":"https:\/\/prettyminstrel.livejournal.com\/2408.html","description":"um.

think i'm going to need a beta reader real soon D:","comments":"https:\/\/prettyminstrel.livejournal.com\/2408.html?view=comments#comments","category":"fics project"}]}}