Kyungsoo stomps his feet with an obvious pout on his face. He trudges through the hallway, ignoring the way everyone is looking at him. He doesn’t doubt everyone, heck, maybe the whole country knows about it by now. “Kyungsoo!” The secretary calls. She approaches the idol

trying to stop him from taking another step further. “P-president Kim is busy at the moment. Maybe you can leave a message instead!” She stammers. Kyungsoo ignores her cries, pushing her out of the way and slams the door open, intentionally making his presence known to the man

sitting behind the fancy desk. “K-Kyungsoo, let’s have a talk out—“ “No!” He yells. “President Kim is clearly not busy.” The secretary gulps. Jongin sighs. He takes off his glasses and sends his secretary out with a wave of a hand. Kyungsoo walks towards the desk, frowning.

He slams his hands on the cold glass, making a loud thud. It bothers him that Jongin doesn’t spare him a single glance, not even looking towards his direction. He groans loudly. “Hyung—“ “It’s President Kim when we’re in the office.” Kyungsoo bites his bottom lips.

“President Kim, is it true? Are you going to marry the announcer?” Jongin doesn’t provide an answer, eyes glued to his monitor screen, wearing a neutral expression. “President Kim!” Kyungsoo calls. “Hyung!” He yells when Jongin still hasn’t say a word.

Jongin lets out a loud sigh and finally looks up. “Yes. I am.” “Why didn’t you tell me?” “I don’t have to. It’s not like I need your permission to marry anyone.” Kyungsoo’s bottom lips tremble a little, glaring at the older man. “I’ve told you that I like you a hundred times!”

“And your point?” “Well, you said that you’ll wait till I get a little older and when my career takes off.” “Yes. But I didn’t promise I’ll marry you,” Jongin says. “You lied! You meany, evil man, a liar and stupid, and ugly and urgh!”

Jongin puts on his glasses. “Are you done? If so, leave.“ Kyungsoo grumbles. Hands ball into a fist. “I’m going to make you regret this. I’m going to crash—get into an accident o-or lose my virgin to some rando dude. M-maybe I should finally hook up with Baekhyun sunbae.”

He waits for half a minute, hoping to get a reaction out of the older man but nothing happens, not even an eye twitch. Kyungsoo groans again and storms out of the room. Fuck it. He has been so good to Jongin for the past years and that stops today. //

“Aren’t you Do Kyungsoo?” Kyungsoo smiles smugly, slightly tipsy with a drink in his hand. “Who’s asking?” “Max. I’m a big fan of EXO. You’re my favorite,” Max says, slightly shouting over the loud music. Kyungsoo giggles. “I’m flattered.”

Max scoots closer, putting a hand behind Kyungsoo’s back. “My dad owns this club. Do you wanna check out the private lounge? I won’t tell a soul.” “Do I get free drinks?” “Anything for you sweetcake.”

They reach the private lounge at the second floor, far from the music and crowd. Kyungsoo gasps when Max suddenly pins him against the wall and kisses him. It’s moving too fast, too much for him to process. Kyungsoo whimpers. He flops on the sofa with the man on top of him.

Kyungsoo eyes widened when Max is suddenly thrown on the floor. He looks up to find Jongin standing there with a serious expression. He watches Jongin take out his wallet, grab a handful of cash and throws it to Max.

“Get out. And if I heard a word about what happened here, I’ll make sure your dad’s club is out of business the next day and I’ll send you to jail for 10 years.” Max picks up the cash and scrambles out of the room. Kyungsoo is breathing heavily, confused.

“Are you stupid?” Jongin asks. “Why do you care?” Kyungsoo yells. Jongin rubs his forehead in frustration. “You’re an idol. You can’t do things recklessly.”

“I don’t want to be an idol anymore. It’s pointless. I did it because of you! Now, that you’re getting marry, you’ll stop seeing me and—this is so mess up. I hate you. I hate you!”

“Kyungsoo, you’re not 16. You’re not the teenager who blindly love me anymore. You’re an adult. You should date someone your age.” “But I like you,” Kyungsoo argues. “I told you I like you.” “Please stop this madness.”

“It’s not mad! I really like you, hyung. And if you don’t, it’s fine. I-I’ll just go and meet other people. And don’t interfere again! I’m going to sleep with someone tonight,” Kyungsoo says with determination. “Kyungsoo.” Jongin grabs the man’s arm. “You don’t want to do that.”

Kyungsoo rolls his eyes. “Watch me.” Jongin sighs and pushes Kyungsoo onto the sofa again. He immediately leans down, caging the man. “You’re so difficult that it’s annoyingly frustrating. You got me worried, driving me wild with your indecisive nature and careless mistakes.”

Kyungsoo gulps. Eyes widened at the close proximity. “One minute I want to tuck you inside my pocket, then the next minute I want to tape your mouth because you talk a lot. And not too long after I find myself wanting to pin you down, devor you from head to toe and listen to you

moaning my name as I fuck you slow and deep.” Redness coloured the round cheeks at the confession. He lets out a moan. “P-please.” Jongin chuckles. “Do you even understand what I’m saying Kyungsoo?” Kyungsoo nods eagerly.

“I don’t know if you’re completely aware of how I see and feel about you.” “D-does that mean you like me too?” Jongin smiles. He caresses the soft cheeks. “That’s the thing Kyungsoo. I love you and I don’t think you understand what it means.” “I-I can learn to love you too.”

The president snorts. Kyungsoo is a lot for him to handle. He doesn’t know if he should give in to his feelings or rather, play it safe. Jongin isn’t young no more. He should be thinking about marriage to fulfil his parents’ wishes.

But the only one that he wants right now is Kyungsoo, the clumsy and adorable man who has been following him around since the boy was young. “H-hyung?” Jongin lets out a sigh. “You win,” he says and seal it with a kiss.