With the tight black jeans and the grey combat boots, he got Jongin wondering who was that y toots.

"What are you talking about? Of course, I don't like Kyungsoo". Kyungsoo had heard every single word Jongin had said. He was so very glad that the walls of Jongin's apartment were at least paper thin. He stopped and cringed. His time was wasted. Wasted on illusions that Jongin would like him back. Jongin was seen stealing glances at Kyungsoo. It was so painfully obvious that Jongin had taken a deep interest in a certain small boy with black hair. And now this?

Kyungsoo felt used, worn out. No. It can't be like this. He wasn't going to cry like the girls that featured in heart break movies. No. Nope. Not today. Not ever. He texted his friend, Chanyeol and got his plan moving.

Toots means honey/baby, btw.

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This fanfiction contains, swearing, a little bit teehee time, angst and fabulous kyungsooxeveryone.