What Is Love? | exo

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'It's got to be Jongin...'
Kyungsoo thought as he cooked himself a meal.
'Age: 22 , roommates :2 , says they're annoying, likes chicken: yes.'

Kyungsoo tried not to think that it was 100% going to be Jongin; anyone could be 22, have two roommates and like chicken right? And the chicken he order was even fried... Did that matter?

'It's probably not Jongin...'

His mind went straight to the text he sent to supposedly-Jongin and mentally cursed himself.

'Why did I say that?'
Kyungsoo should have thought harder about whether it was actually him or not before sending the text but he was so convinced that it was him. As soon as he got home he messaged the anonymous number to see whether he would reply.  Kyungsoo also thought it would be a good idea to send 'my friends good looking roommate stopped with me at the bar'.

However that was especially for Jongin... If it was actually him. Clearly, Kyungsoo didn't think through enough to know that Jongin would probably never text back after that.

But the anonymous number did.

'So did that mean it's not him?'

'Wait why did I send that thinking that it would be Jongin?!?! It's not like I know him or anything...'

'Or like him...'

Kyungsoo thought about Jongin for a moment—how he's kind and caring and thoughtful, his tanned skin was beautiful even if Korea as a whole prefers the whiter tones, his eyes and his thick lips were inviting and his smile was incredibly cute. But that could just be because Kyungsoo was jealous of Jongin looks. Not because he liked him.

Even if he did like him the slightest bit—which, at least, didn't think he did–Jongin would certainly think that was disgusting. I mean just look at him.

Jongin was one of those stylist, good looking guys that attract every woman on the street. With one swish of his hair or even a glimpse of his smile and girls would be at his feet.

Then look at Kyungsoo. He saw himself as a small, pale, big eyed boy. Not a man, a boy. His shoulders weren't broad and was significantly smaller than most of his friends. Baekhyuns other roommate, Chanyeol, just made him look like a dwarf.

Because of his resting facial expression, people are normally put off speaking to him in person. He eventually gave up trying to make an effort and kept to himself, quietly and usually alone. Not that he minded completely. Sometimes the thought being alone was relaxing— sometimes he thought that he can be better company to himself than other people.

'Jongin was nice company..'

•••

  Jongdae pulled back from the longer lasting kiss, his hand still resting on minseoks chest.
"What does this m-mean?" He said breathing slightly heavier.

Minseok gazed into his eyes and smiled slightly.
"What do you want it to mean?"

"I-I—" Jongdae gulped before carrying on. "I'm not sure.. But I want it to mean something"

"Like what?"

"Yah, why are you asking so many questions? You know what I mean!" Jongdae whined and sits up properly.

Minseok laughed "do I? "

"Yes"

"I don't think I think you ought to explain it to me" Minseok smirked, slightly more confident.