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part two hundred and twenty one

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Baekhyun doesn't like Do Kyungsoo. Chanyeol doesn't like Kyungsoo either, but that usually means that Baekhyun should try to be that person's best friend just in order to spite him, so he's set that particular piece of information aside for the time being.

The facts are these: Kyungsoo never smiles. He wears all black all the time, a thick turtleneck even in the hot August weather. He doesn't let Baekhyun get away with anything, even though Baekhyun is basically the most famous person in Korea. Not that Kyungsoo should be sycophantic or behave in a way that only favors Baekhyun, but seriously.

But most importantly -- most unforgivably -- Kyungsoo doesn't like Baekhyun, either. It was like Do Kyungsoo didn't even know Baekhyun existed. Baekhyun is used to the way people fall all over each other to give him what he wants. He's used to sasaeng fans trying to batter his door down in a twisted version of "love," used to years of switching phone numbers every two months because of the backlog of spam text messages and KKTs that he gets from people he doesn't even know. Being in the entertainment industry for so long means that these things are natural to him; extremity of people's emotions and everyone having an opinion on Byun Baekhyun, child actor turned superstar, that kind of thing doesn't faze him anymore.

But Do Kyungsoo just doesn't just not like Baekhyun. He doesn't seem to even know who Baekhyun is. And that -- the apathy, the cold detachment -- that IS a problem.

--

"I don't even know why you're so obsessed with this guy," Chanyeol says, shoulders hunched. They're camped out in Baekhyun's tiny Lexus Coupe. Baekhyun had skipped classes today for the fourth time in a row, and he's got a huge hat and huge shades on to disguise himself. Professor Do's class should be letting out any time now. The minute he came out, Baekhyun was going to --

He had no idea what he was going to do. Aside from his "nugu the fuck are you" attitude toward Baekhyun, Kyungsoo was also a mystery. His stone cold face betrayed nothing. Baekhyun really, really -- "I think I want to fuck him," he says conversationally, and swallows a laugh when Chanyeol spills his coffee all over his expensive pants and slams his knees into the glove compartment.

"Ow, fucking hell -- what did you say?"

"You heard me," Baekhyun says. He perks up when he spots the telltale blob of black moving out from the lecture hall, a boring brown briefcase slung over Kyungsoo's shoulder. "I'm going to get that dick."

To his right, Chanyeol makes a garbled noise.

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Even when everything is falling apart, Joonmyun can't bring himself to apologize. It isn't pride or masculinity it's just he lacks the want to preserve their friendship. It was nice, that's all; it wasn't amazing or wonderful or beautiful. It was just something to make the nights less lonely. So even when Tao is destroying his bedroom all he can do is sigh and pick up the lamp and try to scoop up the large pieces of glass from the picture frame. "Did you even care at all?" Tao ask once everything is visibly broken in some way.

Of course he cared, he thinks for a moment he might have even cared more than Tao did. It's just he tried so hard to get them together and keep them together, he ran out of steam. After the time Tao suggested they break up because Joonmyun even thinks to suggest he shouldn't go out this weekend. Or when Joonmyun has so much work to do, he doesn't have time to call Tao on his birthday until 8pm and the other man swears he forgot. Tao is passionate in all the wrong ways and some of the best. And even now when he's angrily trying to blow the hairs away from his eyes Joonmyun finds him attractive.

"I hate you." Tao says before attempting to work his way through the path of destruction he has created in the room. But before he can make his exit Joonmyun is pulling him back and whispering to him. Tao is still frigid in his hold, not wanting to give into a touch that could be the last. He wants Joonmyun, but he doesn't want to get hurt, again. He's always 'too something' too fast, too immature, too clingy. He decides that he was going to be himself. He was going to do what he wanted and not worry about Joonmyun's thoughts on the matter. But then he became 'too distant' or 'too headstrong'.

"We can make this work?" It's more of a question than a statement and Joonmyun doesn't answer with words but with gentle kisses placed from his neck to shoulder. Tao knows this isn't the last time they'll fight. The last time he'll threaten to leave and mean it with all of his heart. It's just who he is. But maybe the next time it will be under different circumstances. Maybe he won't be too much of anything, maybe it will just be their expiration. Joonmyun always told him forever was a lot to ask for and Tao is finding it more true. As all their friends break up and grow apart he realizes forever isn't something you can ask for, you have to strive for it too.

A few months go by and Tao comes home early. He's excited to see Joonmyun deciding not to call and offer his boyfriend a surprise. But he's the one whose surprised when he sees his boyfriend in bed with someone else. He doesn't want to fight or break things he just wants the awful images of the person he loves with someone else out of his head. Joonmyun knows that for Tao it's over. He doesn't have the will to fight, he isn't screaming and from what he saw there isn't even any tears. It hurts more than the screaming and the fighting. Knowing that he wasn't worth fighting for anymore hurts the most. And he truly learns the value of forever.

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Zitao was the most careful person he knew. He always had a backup plan, he hadn’t traveled by sunlight for months, always The only way Chanyeol knows how to cure a bad break up is insanely large amounts of fast food and drinks combinations you’d regret later. So clearly, when Kyungsoo called him tell him and Jongin broke up the night before he invited him to his place. Jongdae and Baekhyun in tow with three large bags of McDonalds. Which was mostly the reason why they were crammed into Chanyeol’s small apartment at a table definitely not meant for four people. Empty french fry boxes piled up on used napkins and cumbled hamburger boxes. But it was fine as long as they managed to cure their friend’s wounded heart, Chanyeol could clean up later.
“What if he want to get back with me in a few days? I mean it was rush and, and-”
“Listen, I’m going to give you the best advice of your life.” Jongdae smugly smiled around his straw and tapped Kyungsoo’s hand.
The smaller male sniffed and rubbed his nose with the back of his greasy hand.
“If Jongin goes back to you and askes you to go back out with him. Tell him that you hate him and kiss him and you’ll not only have him back but you’ll have the best sex of your life that night.” He shoveled three fries into his mouth before speaking again, “but if you automatically tell him you love him you’ll probably never see him again. I feel like he’s that kind of guy.”
Kyungsoo didn’t look convinced.
Jongdae nodded furiously and pointed at Baekhyun. “Just look at him! How many time do you think him and Luhan have broken up and how many up and gotten back together using my full proof plan?”
Chenyeol hummed in agreement, downing the rest of his coke and licking his lips. Baekhyun didn’t argue but there was only a hum from Kyungsoo.
“I don’t know… is it even worth it? What if it doesn’t click between us?”
Baekhyun wolfed down his third cheeseburger as handed Kyungsoo another box of french fries, “just eat enough that you heart explodes and you won’t have to worry anymore.”
Jongdae narrowed his eyes, “Baekhyun you’re not helping.”

i didnt read over this and now i regret it

"No," Yixing said for the fourth time that night, "I am not going to have sex with you to help you get over your break up."

Lu Han looked up at him sadly with wide puppy eyes and a pout on his face, but he didn't refuse the can of beer Yixing shoved into his hands. "I don't understand," he says to his beer. "I did everything right."

Yixing resisted the urge to bury his face in his hands and groan, and turned to stare out the window instead. It was still raining, just like it had been when his best friend had shown up at his door unannounced and drenched, and looking suitably heartbroken for the lead in one of those cheesy dramas Lu Han forced him to watch together. Thankfully, Yixing is not totally unprepared - sorry. disaster heading your way. my fault. good luck. Minseok had texted him. When Yixing had sent back a quizzical ????????? he was met with radio silence. Then the doorbell had rang, and everything made perfect sense.

"Maybe what you think is right isn't what he thinks is right," Yixing tried. There were already five empty cans on the floor and table - only one of them was his. He'd ordered pizza, but it was still sitting largely untouched. This was worrying. There were days where Lu Han lived for pizza. (These were not the days when he lived for jajangmyeong but Lu Han was a creature of many comforts.)

Lu Han suddenly grabbed him by the shoulders. Yixing yelped as his forgotten (thankfully unopened) can of beer fell dangerously near to his family jewels.

"Lu Han!"

Lu Han, however, was staring at him with an expression of dead earnestness.

"What if...he's no longer gay?"

...

Yixing...stared. Blinked. Turned this thought over in his head several times, although not for any of the reasons why Lu Han might have thought he should be turning it over for. No, mostly, he wondered if this was really the final straw.

"Um," Yixing quickly said, hoping to forestall another series of hysterical, nonsensical thought derailments. "I don't think it works that way."

Lu Han huffed and retrieved his beer, cracking it open as he dropped back heavily onto Yixing's couch. Yixing was suddenly very glad he lived alone, because having a roommate come home right about now would be really awkward. He rubbed his eyes.

"Did he...say why?" Yixing tried. Again. Although the first time he'd tried Lu Han had looked at him like Yixing was killing puppies, and hadn't gotten very far. This time, Lu Han was hopefully drunk enough that he would actually answer.

But Lu Han shook his head. "He said he needed space," he said. "Are you sure you don't want to be my breakup sex rebound?"

Yixing groaned. "Yes, Lu Han. I am quite sure."

"See, I don't understand why you don't have a boyfriend - you're so sweet."

"...Please tell me that was sarcasm, because that was really creepy just now."

"I've decided." Lu Han stood, and Yixing feared for his carpet.

"Decided what?" Yixing asked tentatively.

"I'm going to propose."

"You—what!?" If he had been drinking water (or beer, or anything), he would've spat it out. But one of them had to be sober and it definitely wasn't Lu Han.

Yixing glanced at his phone, thought about Minseok's text, and pulled Lu Han back down. "I think," he suggested slowly, "I know why he needs some space."

Jongdae's new muscles come in handy. He's significantly bulkier than he was over the winter, so the fight's less than fair. Baekhyun likes it, though, especially when Jongdae holds him down just to watch him struggle and try to break free.

Baekhyun's always the one that starts it. He likes it this way—pushing Jongdae's buttons until it's hard to tell whether it's foreplay or just full-blown spite. Jongdae bites Baekhyun's lip so hard he comes away with blood on his teeth.

"Fuck you," Baekhyun says, holding his mouth. "Who does that?"

"You liked it."

He's got a point. Jongdae leans in and licks at the wound playfully. It stings a little, and then he's pushing his tongue past Baekhyun's teeth. He tastes coppery and cold. Baekhyun tries to get back at him, nipping at Jongdae's lips in retaliation, but Jongdae's too quick, lips too slippery to do more than catch at them before they're gone again, moving down Baekhyun's chin to his throat.

Jongdae pulls him off the bed with his hands under Baekhyun's arms and muscles him up against the door. The outline of his dick is rock-hard in his underwear and Baekhyun, already sans underwear, is much the same. Jongdae crushes Baekhyun's body into the door so hard Baekhyun feels his ribs creak a little bit.

"Fuck you," he hisses when he gets a chance to catch his breath. Jongdae pushes him harder, chuckling right into Baekhyun's ear.

"I will. Be patient."

Jongdae doesn't go easy on Baekhyun. Baekhyun probably wouldn't like it as much if he did, honestly. Even though it fucking stings the first time Jongdae unceremoniously shoves two fingers up his ass, it's really the roughness and the frantic pace that gets Baekhyun off quicker than anything.

"Don't come yet," Jongdae says, and then rubs the pads of his fingers against Baekhyun's prostate so hard Baekhyun starts to feel his knees go out.

"That's not your dick?" Baekhyun bites out. His fingers scrabble to catch hold of the hinge, the doorknob. Something to hang on to. "I honestly couldn't tell the difference."

Jongdae pulls his hand back and spanks Baekhyun with an open palm. The sound rings out brightly in the dark room. His ass cheek burns hot with the contact, and Baekhyun has to blink back the unbidden tears collecting in the corners of his eyes.

"Are you crying?" Jongdae asks.

"No," Baekhyun says defiantly, pushing his ass out. "Do it again, I don't care."

Jongdae smacks him again—the other cheek this time, so now Baekhyun's got twin handprints, a balanced pain he can focus on while Jongdae peels open a condom. The wrapper flutters to the floor next to Baekhyun's feet. In the next moment Jongdae's pulling Baekhyun back by the hips, dragging him down enough that Jongdae can line up his dick and nudge inside, just the tip, just enough to breech his entrance but not enough for any sort of satisfaction. The stretch burns, more than Jongdae's fingers had. Baekhyun had just been trying to piss him off when he'd made the crack about his fingers. Jongdae's dick is a long longer, a lot thicker.

"The fuck?" Baekhyun bursts out after a moment passes and Jongdae still hasn't moved. He hooks his ankle back around, hands braced against the door to keep him balanced, and kicks at Jongdae's calf. "Are you going to fuck me, or are you just going to stand there and look at my ass?"

"Hm," Jongdae hums, hands suddenly soft on Baekhyun's hips. He strokes circles with his palm into Baekhyun's hipbones, pushing the tip of his cock in and out and in again in short juts. He chuckles at the frustrated noises Baekhyun's making, the annoyed huffs and pants, the sharp intake of breath every time he pushes back inside only to reverse direction.

"Come on, asshole—" Baekhyun growls, and then he can't speak anymore because Jongdae's slamming inside him so hard he feels the breath leave his lungs. He's so full, overwhelmed, and feels himself start to sink to his knees. Jongdae hauls him up with those arms of his around his chest.

"No, you don't," Jongdae says, biting at Baekhyun's earlobe, tugging it with his teeth. "You're going to stay on your feet for this."

It's all Baekhyun can do after that to stay in an upright position, elbows on the door, leaning most of his weight back onto Jongdae. He lets Jongdae hold him up while he fucks into him, head lolled back on Jongdae's shoulder, a sloppy grin on his face because he's finally getting what he wanted in the first place.

unf i fucking love the teasing scene where jongdae only pushed the tip of his dick in

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