KAISOO ONESHOTS

JUST ACTING, RIGHT? PT.1

Author: tokiio
Description: Kyungsoo is in desperate need for money, and this results in Chanyeol informing him of an upcoming voice acting audition, BL (Boy's Love, Yaoi) voice acting to be exact and soon he meets the famous and renowned, sex on legs, Kim Jongin who he will work with. Kyungsoo instantly finds it hard to keep his problem in his pants when he's around the model-like male, and the strictly business relationship doesn't last long between the two as Kyungsoo unravels himself not only in the recording sessions with his filthy moans, but also in bed.

Words count: 2015
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Kyungsoo was fidgeting and he was slightly sweating, a fine layer of the glistening substance on his face. Humiliation was an understatement for what he was going to partake in, and it would surely haunt him for the rest of his life, but he needed the money. The all familiar conversation he had with Chanyeol a couple weeks ago flashed back to him regrettably.

“I need more money to pay for college.” Kyungsoo groaned. His friend, Chanyeol, was stuffing his face, messily consuming the burger.

“Oh! I have just the thing. It’s voice acting, and it makes a lot of money, auditions are right around the 21st too.” Chanyeol’s voice was muffled as he chewed. The raucous sound of the chewing drove Kyungsoo mad. Some of the food particles even landed on Kyungsoo.

“Voice acting?” Kyungsoo responded skeptically as he flicked the disgusting chunks of him. Chanyeol, after all, was into weird shit all the time, and if he knew of this voice acting stuff it couldn’t be normal.

“Yeah, voice acting. BL to be exact.” Chanyeol casually said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand in one motion. Kyungsoo decided it was best not to look any longer at the spit covered hand.

“BL?” Kyungsoo repeated and the confusion was clear on his face.

“Boy’s love? Yaoi? Boy and Boy?” Chanyeol specified as he waved his lanky hands in the air to emphasize.

“Wait! You mean all that fucking seme and uke shit where they just moan dirty shit into the mic? With other people in the room? And then every pervert in the entire world will hear my moans?!” Kyungsoo practically screamed as he swung at the other.

“Whoa whoa, what’s your problem? It’s not that bad, think about the money.” Chanyeol then leaned over and whispered the amount that practically had Kyungsoo’s head swim.

The humiliation was high, but the need for money was much higher, much much higher.

So, here Kyungsoo was, sacrificing himself to audition as he stood in front of the looming building. The nervousness was gnawing at him as he entered the doors, and no matter how high the AC blasted in the middle of the sweltering summer, Kyungsoo could still feel himself sweat.

The line was long, and it was not an exaggeration as he slapped the sticker number on himself at the sign up table, putting all of his details there.

He heavily exhaled and pulled out his phone to lessen the boredom and distract himself.

“Did you hear? Kim Jongin is here! I can’t wait to meet him in real life, oh my god he is so hot.” A guy exasperatedly said.

Kim Jongin? Who was he? Was he really famous? Curiosity poked him, and he brushed it away. He’ll meet the male anyways and search him up after the auditions.

Time ticked by and the line kept getting shorter. Multiple faces passed him were glum and stricken with sadness. Last minute nerves kicked up inside of him as he internally panicked. He needed this money, plus he was a newbie, and yet so many people, probably skilled, were coming out with not so hopeful expressions.