Oasis (A KaiSoo Fanfic)

Chapter 6 | Hyung

You know how some people think your heart has a mind of its own? Well, I realized over the next week or so that those people may not be as crazy as I once thought them to be. 

The more time I spent with Kyungsoo, it seemed, the more my heart opened up to him and actually started to enjoy having him around. It was nothing romantic, but it was warm and fuzzy and all that lovey dovey shit. I felt like I could be myself around him, as cliché as it sounds. Even when I didn't know of the Cancer living in my body, I was never really able to find someone that I could really connect with and share things with, whether it be a girlfriend or just a friend. I had plenty of friends, but none of them were the let's-sit-down-and-talk types of people. They were more of the let's-get-high-and-make-fun-of-people types of people. But with Kyungsoo, words just seemed to flow out of me subconsciously. I was telling him secrets I hadn't even told my parents like the time I almost robbed a convenient store. I couldn't pinpoint it, but there was just something about him that made talking about my feelings so much simpler.

One day, I recall, we were working through our chores and I had some music playing in the background for moral support. As you already know, most of it was rap, hip-hop, rock, and genres in that area, but since I had my playlist set on shuffle mode, one song that I had completely forgotten about came on.

"I thought you didn't listen to ballads," he said to a frozen-in-place me and I could feel the grin on his face. Slowly, I turned around and tried to think up some excuse that would cover me. But with him, I could never do that, it seemed. He always knew exactly what I was feeling and thinking, even if he never showed that he did.

"I-I don't," I stuttered, making my way over to my laptop to change the song.

"Then why was that on there?" he questioned.

"I have no clue," I said, totally and completely lying. "M-My sister must have put it on there while I wasn't around."

"You have a sister?" His eyebrows raised in suspicion and I could tell by the tone in his voice that he wasn't falling for a single word that was coming out of my mouth.

"Yeah," I said, nodding. "Two actually. They're both older than me." He only continued to look at me. "Yeah, they liked to tease me because I was the baby of the family, so that's probably why that song was on there...as a joke."

"A joke?"

"A joke." He kept his gaze on me for a few seconds more and then turned away.

"You're probably right," he said, spinning back around quickly and continuing to make his bed. I sighed in relief, knowing I was off the hook at least for that moment. "How much older than you are they?" he asked after some silence swept past us.

"The one closest to me is two years old than me and the eldest is three," I answered while keeping my attention on straightening out my comforter.

"And how old are you?"

"17."

"Huh," he said, suddenly stopping and facing me again.

"What?" I said, looking as confused as I felt.

"I would never have thought it since you seem so sophisticated," he said, his purely shocked gaze baffling me even more.

"What are you talking about? I don't get it," I said, shifting my feet in order to see him properly.

"I'm older than you. I'm 18," he said as he smiled in something like pride.

"Really?" I asked, understanding why he was so surprised.

"Weird, right?" he said. "I could have sworn you were older than me."