a/n please note before reading this that i don't hate any exo character THEY ARE ALL FLAWLESS but i needed someone to be the slime ball or the rude guy BUT I LOVE SEHUN AND KRIS THEY ARE BEAUTIFUL AND PRECIOUS TO ME 

    “Kyungsoo!” Jongin says as he hobbles over to Kyungsoo when he walks through the door. “I’ve been so worried about you. I kept calling you but-”

    “I know,” Kyungsoo says tiredly, kicking off his shoes and walking into the living room with Jongin limping behind with wrinkles on his forehead.

    “Why didn’t you answer? I thought you were dead!” he asks worriedly, holding out his arms for emphasis.

    “I needed some time alone, Jongin,” Kyungsoo replies, rubbing his forehead as he plops down on the couch and kicks his feet up on a box under below him. He frowns as he realizes there are some more boxes with Jongin’s scribble on them and he sits up, lifting his feet off the box and opening the the closed flaps to see a lot of Jongin’s things in it.

    “You could have texted to let me know!” Jongin continues to ramble, oblivious to what Kyungsoo is looking at.

    “What are all of these?” Kyungsoo asks, looking up at Jongin.

    “What?” Jongin asks, out of breath from talking so much about how worried he was.

    “Why is all of your things in boxes?” Kyungsoo asks. Jongin goes quiet and Kyungsoo watches as Jongin as he looks around the room.

    “I’m moving out,” he says simply and Kyungsoo shakes his head.

    “Nonono, you’re not ready to-”

    “I’m getting my cast off next week and-”

    “But you’ll still need therapy and and-”

    “They have everything I need back at home, don’t worry,” Jongin says, giving a small smile. “I’ve bothered you enough and I really messed up the other day. I know how difficult that was for you and I feel really bad about it, so I figured I’d get out of your hair.”

    “Who’s going to take care of you in France?” Kyungsoo asks and Jongin looks sad for a moment.

    “I called Yixing,” he says, taking a seat next to Kyungsoo, “told him about everything. He said he would help me with whatever I needed when I got back.”

    “Oh,” Kyungsoo mumbles, falling back into the couch and staring at the blank television.

    “So I’m having someone come pick up all my stuff today and send it back to France and I’ll go stay in a hotel until I can get the-”

    “Don’t,” Kyungsoo interrupts before clearing his throat and sitting up straight. “I mean, you can stay for the rest of the week. I would be a horrible friend if I made you stay in a hotel.”

    Jongin gives a light smile and caresses Kyungsoo’s cheek and Kyungsoo has to keep himself from leaning into the touch. “How could you ever be a horrible friend? You’ve been the nicest to me than anyone ever has and that’s even after I was so horrible to you.”

    “You were never horrible to me. Maybe a little conceited and oblivious, but never horrible.” Kyungsoo moves to face Jongin with one leg under him. “Please don’t ever think I wasn’t happy because those were some of my best memories.”

    Jongin pulls Kyungsoo into a hug, and though it’s awkward from the positions they’re sitting in, Kyungsoo closes his eyes and soaks it in.

    It’s a few minutes later when Kyungsoo pulls away and asks, “What is going to happen with you and Sehun?”

    “We’re over,” Jongin answers and Kyungsoo opens his mouth to console his friend, but Jongin shakes his head. “Turns out he wasn’t a nice guy. Who knew.”

    Kyungsoo laughs and Jongin grins. “What made you figure that out”

    “He was really rude to my best friend and made him cry.”

    Kyungsoo ducks his head. “Did Baekhyun tell you about the elevator?”

    Jongin frowns in confusion so Kyungsoo shakes his head. “Dyo, I can tell when you’ve cried,” he says. “I’ve seen it enough times,” he finishes quietly.

    Kyungsoo chews on his bottom lip before turning around and resting his head on Jongin’s lap. “Stay to the end of the week,” he says softly, looking up at Jongin who gives him a smile and his hair.

    “Okay.”

    Despite Jongin leaving for France in a few days, Kyungsoo thinks life is pretty great. He feels like he’s back in college with Jongin, but instead of late nights only talking about ballet and things Jongin liked, they’re talking about everything and anything and they’re actually listening to each other. Kyungsoo hasn’t touched the bottle of pills because he hasn’t felt the need to and he actually walks into work with his shoulders back. Even Baekhyun comments on it when they walk to the locker room together to throw their stuff in a cubby before heading to their floors.

    The joy doesn’t stop until he and Baekhyun head down to the cafeteria for lunch when Kyungsoo sees him. He’s sitting in the back corner of the table section and Kyungsoo nearly drops his tray when he sees him and stops. Baekhyun runs into him with an oof and Kyungsoo vaguely hears Baekhyun’s to-go box crack.

    “Kyungsoo, you better have a great reason as to why you almost made me drop my omelette,” Baekhyun scolds, walking around Kyungsoo to glare at his friend and hold up the broken styrofoam box. When Kyungsoo doesn’t answer and just stands and stares, Baekhyun turns around to mimic Kyungsoo and he nearly drops his food when he seems him, too. He snaps out of it, though, and grabs Kyungsoo’s arm, dragging him out of the cafeteria.

    Kyungsoo is still quiet and Kyungsoo grabs his box from his hands, sets it on the ground, and smacks Kyungsoo’s face lightly. “You listen here,” Baekhyun says when Kyungsoo looks at him, “the second you see him or he tries to talk to you, you better run and find me and I’ll deal with him, okay?”

    Kyungsoo nods slowly and Baekhyun hands Kyungsoo back his box. “Now let’s eat and try to forget about him, okay?” He drags them out of the elevator and into a little room that no one ever uses and they sit down to eat their breakfast.

    By the time they’re finished, Baekhyun has been able to get him off of Kyungsoo’s mind so that he can go back to work and actually function, but it doesn’t help when Seulgi asks Kyungsoo to pick up up one of the rooms that belonged to Amber since she had to leave for a family emergency. Kyungsoo agrees, since everyone else took on another room and he didn’t want to seem like the who refused, but he immediately regrets it when he walks in and there sits the man who he just ran from, sitting next to his mother who is intubated. He looks up when Kyungsoo enters the room and his face changes quickly.

    “Kyungsoo-”

    “I’m just checking her fluids and then I’ll be out of your hair,” Kyungsoo answers quickly, keeping his head low as he walks over to her IV stand and writes some numbers down on the back of a paper and quickly begins to scurry out before he hears his name called again behind him.

    “Kyungsoo, please.”

    He stops, takes a deep breath, and turns around slowly to face the other man. “What, Kris?”

    The other man’s face softens when he looks at Kyungsoo and he stands up to move closer, but Kyungsoo takes a step back and Kris freezes. “Kyungsoo-”

    “If you’re not going to say anything, I have other patients to tend to, so if you’ll excuse me,” Kyungsoo says quickly, avoiding eye contact and quickly speeding out of the room.

a/n YES THIS TITLE IS FROM HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL 2 I'VE BEEN WATCHING THEM FOR THE PAST FEW DAYS BECAUSE THEY ARE CLASSICS

ANYWAY i know i haven't updated in a while and i'm really sorry but i do observations at the hospital for him school's nursing program and they're a week long and totally exhaust me but i just want to thank you all again for reading and commenting and subscribing and upvoting and just being nice in general! stay safe and thanks for everything!