horny//// xiuchen

seven.

"god, what a bitch," baekhyun grumbled as they left minseok's property, "we're taking her down no matter what, okay?"

"she wasn't wrong, though," jongdae said, looking at the ground as he walked, "i'm just not important enough for my dad to consider visiting me."

"you are important, dae," baekhyun frowned, "uncle woobin is just stupid."

"maybe," jongdae sighed, leaning into baekhyun, "doesn't make it hurt any less, though."

"let's think positive, okay?" baekhyun told jongdae, "at least auntie boyoung is coming! it's been how long, two years?"

"ah, do you think it'll be weird when she sees me?" jongdae asked baekhyun, "i mean, the last time she did, i was a foot shorter and scrawny and babyfaced."

"don't be ridiculous, dae," baekhyun rolled his eyes, "you're still scrawny."

"you're mean," jongdae huffed, walking up to his next neighbor's house, knocking on the door. he waited patiently, and it soon opened.

"hello! we're hosting a christmas party on the 24th," baekhyun said, handing the lady who answered the door an invitation, "we hope you'll be able to make it. any questions you may have will probably be on the invitation, so don't lose it! have a nice day, ma'am!"

baekhyun and jongdae left, walking back to jongdae's home. jongdae was still feeling pretty glum, feet slightly dragging.

"hey, jongdae," minseok said, stopping the pair at his house, "i'm really sorry about her."

"it's alright, minseokie," jongdae sighed, "please excuse me."

jongdae walked past minseok, not in the mood for trying to act like he was fine. he knew baekhyun stayed behind to talk to minseok, but he simply didn't care at the moment. he just wanted to get into his bed and snuggle with his stuffed animals.

and that's exactly what he did.

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"ah... is he alright?" minseok asked baekhyun worriedly. baekhyun sighed.

"you're a good guy, mr. kim," baekhyun said, "and so if i say anything to offend you in the next minute, i apologize. but your wife? she's an ass. she needs to get herself under control. jongdae has been nothing but pleasant and she doesn't have the right to go after him like that. and don't worry about jongdae, i'm gonna call jongin to come and pick him up."

"jongin? who's jongin?" minseok frowned. baekhyun rose an eyebrow.

"what's it to you?" baekhyun asked minseok, "i fail to see how it's any of your concern."

"just looking out for him," minseok lied, arms crossing over his chest. baekhyun snickered, patting his arm as he passed by minseok.

"looking out for him, eh? lame excuse," baekhyun hummed, walking away from his house, "but you know what? 'looking out for him'? jongin does that too."

baekhyun left minseok standing there, jealousy forming in the pit of his gut. who the hell is jongin, and did he look out for jongdae the way minseok looked out for jongdae?

minseok slowly walked back into his house. soyeon had left to hang out with one of her friends. he didn't know what to do- things were accelerating far too quickly and he just didn't have a grip on himself when it came to his neighbor. he let out a groan, sitting on his couch.

why am i feeling like this?

since when did i become some horny pervert who can't control his dick?

minseok let his head fall against his couch. he hated this fucking couch. it was so outrageously uncomfortable. but it was pretty, minseok supposed.

still fucking hate this couch.

minseok looked out of his window. he could see jongdae's living room when he did. jongdae's couch was comfortable. and it was stylish.

"what am i doing?" minseok asked himself, "is this what i've come to? lusting over a sixteen year old?"

"well, he is a very pretty sixteen year old- minseok, no!"

"and he's got the prettiest lips- i need to stop this."

"but he's just so fuckable- oh dear lord, i need to find a priest and bathe in holy water."

minseok was silenced by a knock on his door. he got up from his couch, walking over to the front door and opening it.

"minseokie, can i come in?" jongdae asked automatically. minseok should have said no. he should have said that it wasn't a good idea.

"of course, come on in," minseok said, moving out of his way so he could enter. jongdae walked in, looking a little bit down.

"can i get you anything?" minseok asked him. jongdae looked around his house, staring at the couch.

"you know, those get ugly really fast if you lay on them?" jongdae told minseok, "it's pretty, but it's cheap leather. it'll get lumpy soon enough."

"ah, i know. i told soyeon but she wanted to get it anyways," minseok sighed, shaking his head, "are you alright, jongdae? seriously?"

"ah, i'm okay," jongdae smiled at him, but it didn't quite reach his eyes, "you don't need to worry about me, minseokie."

"of course i do," minseok frowned, "how could i not?"

jongdae's cheeks tinted pink, but he stared at the ground. he played with his fingers nervously. jongdae took in a deep breath, obviously working up the courage to tell minseok something. the elder waited patiently, internally cooing over how shy jongdae looked.

"minseok..." jongdae trailed off, "you- you wouldn't let me embarrass myself, would you?"

"what do you mean?" minseok asked jongdae, "hey, look at me."

jongdae slowly met his eyes, "minseok, you promise you won't let me embarrass myself with you?"

"i promise," minseok nodded. dear god, what was he saying? he should have kicked jongdae out by now.

jongdae took a step forward, centimeters away from minseok. he stood there, leaning in slightly until his lips brushed against minseok's.

any last ounce of willpower minseok had completely left as he pulled jongdae closer by the waist, jongdae's arms falling against minseok's chest to steady himself.

"we're being stupid," minseok whispered to jongdae. jongdae just moved his arms so that they wrapped around his neck, edging even closer to minseok.

"minseokie, kiss me," jongdae said back softly, "i want you to kiss me."

it simply would be rude if minseok dared to deny such a sweet request.