Boss Complex

33. Do Kyungsoo

Kyungsoo stares at his phone, finger perched over the call button. He still doesn't think what he did to Jongin is all of that bad. He's pretty sure that he hit the nail on the head anyways when he assumed all the man wanted was sex, and that's why he got so mad and stormed out, embarrassed of himself. But these feeble justifications are nothing in comparison to the part of him that had stupidly started to hope that his feelings are because he cares. Which makes no sense because he was dating Baekhyun just a week before so, that's unheard of.

Unheard of but... not impossible.

He toes the door to the bathroom, nudging it open just a crack and stares at Baekhyun sitting curled in a fetal position on his couch. Is this when you call the ex and they come to comfort them like only an ex can do? Or is this when he ignores the ex who may or may not be the source of this turmoil and be ultra quiet?

He replaces the phone in his pocket and steps back out into the living room and pours another glass of wine for himself and asks Baekhyun if he's finally ready to talk about it. Baekhyun's tears may have subsided but the hurt in his eyes is still plain for anyone who's ever known Baekhyun. He pats his chest and Baekhyun crawls across the couch to bury his face in Kyungsoo's chest. He feels the tears bleeding through the cotton of his shirt turning the faint grey heather to a charcoal color as he cries. Kyungsoo pets Baekhyun's hair with long even strokes until he finished another wet spell of anguish and the man finally starts to open up.

And he wasn't sure what he had expected to leave his mouth, but the complicated and twisted tale of Baekhyun's boss sexually assaulting him on a number of times and then ultimately using him for sex only to dump him unceremoniously on his ass to be with Baekhee in the end was not what he was prepared for. None of it was expected. Not the way Baekhyun's little fingers clutched so hard at his shirt as he refused to meet eyes, telling the long story of the first time he met his boss, the kiss, the getting drunk and accidentally kissing Jongin. All of it was falling together in fragmented scenes recounted in whispers, in mumbles and then clearly with absolute sureness. He describes the way he feels about Chanyeol like he describes his own hands, and describes Chanyeol's feelings towards him like an endless game of tic-tac-toe. The circles and exes falling in opposing squares, no rhyme or reason. Jealousy and sincerity conflicting with each new development until Kyungsoo no longer knows where Baekhyun's boss stood and ultimately, it doesn't matter, because he just wants to kill him.

He whispers reassurances to Baekhyun, soft and sure, feeling strangely comfortable with the man curled up and into his side like an oversized toddler and as he processes the information, he realizes that the measured breaths that Baekhyun is taking, are sleep induced whimpers and he eases him carefully down into the cushions. He covers Baekhyun there and watches his old friend with a long sigh. He always manages to get twisted into the dirtiest messes.

"You're a mess, Baekhyun." He whispers, going to the linen closet for a spare blanket to tuck in the man.

He gets to his knees and kisses the man's forehead with a soft smile.

"Welcome home." He breathes.

He clears the two wine glasses and carries Baekhyun's bags to the spare room that Baekhyun always crashes in. Pulling out the spare pajamas that Baekhyun kept in the spare room's dresser and putting them in the dryer to tumble with a dryer sheet so it would be fresh when he came to in case he decided to stay. And considering the man had shown up on his doorstep tonight sobbing uncontrollably begging Kyungsoo to end his suffering and or make it so he never has to see anyone he loves ever again, he was fairly certain that Baekhyun wouldn't be going home yet. He excuses himself to the patio and pulls out his phone again.

He dials the number confidently and he clears his throat, looking out into the afternoon skies and wonders why he only ever sees this view when the skies are burning and dark, making a note to come out in the morning to soak in the baby blues sometime.