Sleeping With The Enemy (A KaiSoo Fanfic)

Day 10

Jongin

In the days that passed, my fixation for this D.O guy only seemed to become more intense. I wasn't going around stalking him or anything, but I was definitely having a hard time thinking about other things. I was still able to concentrate on important things, but if anyone ever saw me seemingly staring off into space, he was probably on my mind.

I couldn't really explain why I kept thinking about him or what it meant, which to me was the most troubling part of it. It made zero sense to me why this person that I barely knew was taking up so much of my brain space. It wasn't like he had left an overly large impression on me the first time I met him, and saying it was me trying to size up the new competition would have been a lie at that point.

What the hell was this kid doing to me?

"Kai, are you okay?" Chanyeol asked me during practice one day. I snapped out of my trance and turned my head toward him. "You've been staring into the mirror for like 15 minutes, so you've either become a full-blown narcissist or you're distracted."

"No, it's...it's neither. I'm fine," I said, shaking my head in denial as I started stretching again. He raised an eyebrow at me, unconvinced of my plea. "I'm not lying. I'm fine."

"Okay," he said, stretching out his voice. 

"I'm just tired. Junhong's not exactly the quietest sleeper ever," I said, getting a small laugh from him in response. 

"What's up?" Jackson announced loudly as he walked through the practice room doors. "Hey, babe," he said to Mark before kissing him on the lips.

"Yah!" Chanyeol shouted in an abruptly loud voice. "Keep the PDA to a minimum, please. You're making me uncomfortable." 

Jackson pulled back and just smirked at Chanyeol. "Then don't look," he said before giving Mark one last kiss. 

"So annoying. Have you ever heard the phrase, 'Don't eat in front of the starving?'" Chanyeol said, causing me to chuckle as I watched him scowl at them. "Have you got your eye on anyone yet this year? Is that why you're gazing off into the distance?" he asked me suddenly.

"No." Yes. 

"Really? Surprising," he said. 

"Shall we write down a list of all the people you've been with in the past four years?" I asked. He just glared at me and Jackson and Mark laughed from the other side of the room. "That's what I thought."

Our dance teacher entered the studio a minute or so later, so that was where that conversation ended. It wasn't that I was embarrassed to be thinking about him because he was a guy or anything like that, but I was scared. Scared because I knew that admitting any of the thoughts in my head aloud would make them real, almost tangible things I would have to deal with somehow. So, I let just them be, hoping they'd go away at some point.

Kyungsoo

Fuck, this was bad.

For five days, I hadn't crossed paths with Kai. Vocal classes were going well, I was managing to maintain good grades somehow, and overall, I felt like I was finally beginning to find my place at the academy. Sure, it was still competitive as hell, but I was actually starting to gain some confidence and dared to think I was good enough to keep up.

That was until I thought about him. 

And not just thought in the thinking-about-how-good-he-is-at-everything way. No, it was a more specific and, dare I say, horrific kind of thought.