After the initial bout of confusion, Minseok didn’t pay much attention to the so-called ‘Kissing Cards’, instead sticking them in his desk drawer and spending the rest of the afternoon eating ice cream with Luhan  and watching old dramas on t.v. until they both passed out.

    The next morning they didn’t even cross his mind as he went about his day with relative ease. Classes were a boring affair, and by the time lunch hit Minseok felt like a vegetable.

    “I’m not going to be able to make it to football practice later,” Minseok told Luhan as they sat in their usual spot at the bottom of the south staircase. Luhan gave Minseok a curious stare, and Minseok elaborated. “I’m feeling very unwell,” He explained as convincingly as he could.

    Luhan only raised his eyebrows skeptically. “You look fine,” he pointed out, motioning to the way that Minseok ate with apparent ease.

    Minseok rolled his eyes. “Yeah,” He replied, dropping the half-assed act without further ado and shoving more rice into his mouth. “But that’s what I need you to tell everyone else - preferably with coach in earshot.”

    “Why?” Luhan asked, slowly beginning to eat as well.

    Minseok shrugged. “Because they changed dance practice to today instead of tomorrow and I have to be there to keep Yixing, Sehun and Taemin from blowing up the studio.”

    It was an unfortunate side-effect of having more than one extra-curricular activity - sometimes they unintentionally coincided and he was forced to make a choice. And despite the fact that he preferred football just a little bit more, he felt obligated to keep his dongsaeng’s from getting arrested.

    “Don’t you think you’re being a little over-dramatic?” Luhan pointed out, his eyebrows furrowing uneasily not half a second later. Minseok stared knowingly at him, and Luhan sneered. “Yeah, yeah,” he mumbled, stabbing his chopsticks in his rice a little more violently than was needed, “I realized it was stupid as soon as I said it. Shut up.”

    Minseok figured he’d be nice to both of them and kept quiet by shoving the last bit of rice into his mouth. They really needed to invest in bigger lunches.

    “I don’t see why you don’t just drop dance anyway,” Luhan continued, apparently not noticing that Minseok no longer had food. Minseok eyed his friend’s rice longingly, hoping he’d get the hint and share. Luhan was dieting anyway, he hardly needed to eat so much if he wanted to drop those last five pounds by September. “It’d be cooler if you were in choir with me - that place gets boring and I have to stand next to Kyungsoo, and that guy creeps me the hell out. Plus,” he added brightly, a piece of rice sticking to the corner of his mouth. Minseok was hungry enough to want to eat it anyway. “Your voice is, you know, acceptable and stuff.”

    “Wow,” Minseok stated with a wry twist of the lips, “what an amazing compliment.” Luhan didn’t even have the decency to look abashed. “Thank you, Luhan, but I think I’ll pass. And seriously,” Minseok couldn’t help but add with a frown, “why is a contralto standing next to a baritone?”

    Luhan shrugged. “I’ve never questioned it, so I don’t know,” he admitted, finishing off his rice without having once asked if Minseok wanted some. Which Minseok found to be very offensive. “Did you do your calculous homework?” He asked, getting to his feet with Minseok quickly following suit. “Because I think I got problem three wrong.”

    They left the staircase behind, Luhan naturally slipping his hand into Minseok’s and Minseok was so used to the contact that he didn’t even flinch anymore. “It’s negative infinity and positive infinity,” he said as Luhan lead them towards what Minseok assumed was his next class.

    “, really?” Luhan asked, looking put out.

    Minseok nodded as they turned the corridor to go into the east wing. “Why? What did you get?”

    Luhan’s bottom lip stuck out slightly as he mumbled “forty-three.”

    Minseok closed his eyes to let out a snort of laughter at Luhan’s stupidity.  He assumed it was his temporary blindness that kept him from seeing Do Kyungsoo walking towards them until he was less than ten feet away.

    “Hey, Kyungsoo,” Minseok greeted, not paying him much more attention then that because they were just acquaintances, and that’s all one really had to do for acquaintances. They’d spoken maybe a total of ten sentences to each other since Luhan joined choir two years ago, which under no circumstances made them friends. Even Luhan wasn’t friends with Kyungsoo, despite the fact that they apparently stood next to each other for an hour and a half every other day (not including weekends).

    Kyungsoo was just an acquaintance, which made it a little odd when, instead of walking past like a normal person, he stopped in front of Minseok, forcing Minseok to stop too. And, in turn, meaning that Luhan also couldn’t keep going, since they were still attached at the hands.

    The Sophomore was giving Minseok a thoughtful look, head cocked slightly to the side and naturally wide eyes roaming over his face as if searching for something. Minseok, never one to beat around the bush, was about to ask if he needed something...when Kyungsoo suddenly sprung forward.

    Minseok had just enough time to let out half a cry of surprise as Kyungsoo put one hand on his shoulder and another on the back of his neck before his audible confusion was cut off by a pair of full lips pressing insistently against his.

    The shock that accompanied the attack seemed to stop time for a split second, and in that split second all Minseok could think (other than the obvious ‘Do-Kyungsoo-is-kissing-me-why-is-Do-Kyungsoo-kissing-me-what-the-hell-is-going-on-how-does-he-get-his-lips-so-soft-I’m-dreaming-right’) was that he was still holding Luhan’s hand. And he was too surprised to let it go.

    Then Kyungsoo slipped his tongue in Minseok’s mouth and time restarted.

    Minseok was caught in between pushing the younger man away and kissing back, because he would’ve been lying if he said that he’d never thought about making out with Luhan’s choir buddy. Kyungsoo was hott, and Minseok was a growing boy with needs, and it was only natural that he’d want to make the most of the situation at hand.

    So with a small, noncommittal shrug, Minseok moved, bringing his free hand to rest on  Kyungsoo’s hip and meeting Kyungsoo’s tongue with his own. Kyungsoo’s grip on the back of his neck momentarily tightened and he let out a soft hum of approval, the action electrifying Minseok’s nerves as the vibration caught his lips, before pressing a soft kiss to the corner of Minseok’s mouth and pulling away.

    Minseok’s head unintentionally began to follow, but he caught himself at the last second and reluctantly let Kyungsoo go. That had not lasted nearly long enough.

    “Well,” Kyungsoo murmured with a satisfied smile as he dabbed at the corners of his lips with his thumb, “that went better than I thought it would.”

    Minseok’s head was a little fuzzy and he was more than a little confused, but he managed to grunt out an agreeing ‘yeah’.

    Luhan squeezed Minseok’s hand more harshly than was probably needed, and Minseok winced, shooting him a glare. Kyungsoo also looked at Luhan, head cocked to the side before he said: “You’ve got rice on your face,” and walked away without another word.

    “That was weird?” Minseok told Luhan, watching Kyungsoo walk away. It came out as more of a question, but maybe Minseok had unconsciously intended to pose it as one.

    Luhan shot Minseok a dark look. “I can’t believe you actually kissed him back,” he stated, finally letting go of Minseok’s hand so that he could cross his arms over his chest. “Have you no pride as a man?”

    Minseok’s mouth opened and closed wordlessly as he tried to figure out how to respond to that. He hadn’t realized that pride had anything to do with what just happened, but then again he was still unsure as to whether or not he was hallucinating, so he probably wasn’t supposed to.

    Luhan scoffed. “,” he muttered, shooting Minseok another glare before stalking off.

    Minseok watched him go with furrowed eyebrows, still trying to figure out what was going on. It wasn’t until Luhan disappeared that Minseok finally thought to pinch himself.

    No, definitely awake.

    “I am so very confused,” he murmured with a small pout before belatedly making his way towards his own class.

----

    Minseok didn’t see Luhan for the rest of the day, but his football coach never came by to yell at him for missing practice, so Minseok assumed that Luhan wasn’t too mad at him (though he was still unsure as to why Luhan was mad in the first place. Surely if he’d been harboring a crush on Kyungsoo he would’ve mentioned it to Minseok...right? Yeah, totally).

    Still, doing homework became tedious when he had to do it alone, and for a good hour after dance practice (during which Sehun, Yixing, and Taemin kept giving him curious looks, which made Minseok incredibly uncomfortable) all he did was sit at his desk staring blankly at his sociology textbook while thinking about how Kyungsoo would feel about maybe kissing him more often.

    Minseok was in the middle of daydreaming about all of their future greetings starting with a make-out session (it was certainly something he could see himself getting used to) when someone knocked on the door to his and Luhan’s room.

    “Come in!” Minseok called, hurriedly wiping the drool from his chin and straightening up in his chair.

    The door opened a few inches and Choi Minho stuck his head in, looking relieved to see Minseok. “Hey,” he greeted, opening the door wider and striding in. “How are you feeling?”

    Minseok shrugged. “Fine,” he answered shortly, giving Minho an odd look. “Why?”

    “Luhan said you were sick,” Minho explained, blinking at Minseok skeptically.

    .

    “Oh, yeah,” Minseok mumbled, attempting to fake a cough into his hand. He utterly failed. Minho raised his eyebrows. “Anyways,” Minseok continued hurriedly, “what’s up?”

    “Do you still have your English notes from last week?” Minho asked, apparently deciding not to push it, which Minseok was incredibly grateful for. “Jongdae accidently set mine on fire with a Bunsen burner during Chemistry earlier.”

    “Yeah,” Minseok replied, going for his backpack only to remember that he’d put them in his desk drawer after using them for his homework the night before. He opened it up, and stopped abruptly when he saw the envelope he’d gotten as a prize from the Drama club.

    ‘You have just won 11 Knights in Shining Armor Kissing Cards’.

    “No,” Minseok hissed, jaw dropping in oncoming horror. “No ing way!”

    “What?” Minho asked, inching closer and looking worried. “You didn’t lose them, right?”

    Minseok ignored him, grabbing the envelope out of the desk and ripping it open in his haste to reread the note inside.

   ‘Congratulations lucky contestant!
    You have just won 11 Knights in Shining Armor Kissing Cards!
    Prepare for the best week and a half of your life ;-)’

    “Did someone seriously draw a smiley-face?” Minho asked, looking over his shoulder curiously. Minseok shushed him irritably before balling up the piece of paper and letting it drop unceremoniously onto the floor as he emptied the envelope of the eleven tarot cards.

    Sitting at the top was ‘02. The Healer’ complete with a drawing of the Rod of Asclepius.

    Minseok set it on the desk, looking hard at the next one. ‘03. The Adonis’ and then ‘04. The ’.

    “I put them in order last night,” He told Minho, searching through the pile again. Minho was too busy looking at him curiously to reply. “The first one is missing.”

    “What the hell are you talking about?” Minho finally asked flatly, crossing his arms over his chest.

    Minseok let out a horrified groan. “The Voice is missing,” he cried, running a frustrated hand through his hair. “The Voice is missing and Do Kyungsoo’s in Choir and he kissed me earlier!”

    “Nice,” Minho said, looking impressed, “Kyungsoo’s hott.”

    Minseok couldn’t help but let out a self-satisfied giggle as he nodded in agreement. “I know, right.”

    But that wasn’t the point. The point was that somehow Kim Kibum and Byun Baekhyun managed to convince eleven people to ually harass a random person, and apparently hadn’t seen fit to mention that to said random person.

    It was both impressive and a little worrying.

    “How the hell did they do that,” he mumbled under his breath, staring blankly at ‘10. The Hermit’ as he tried to make sense of everything.

    “I don’t know,” Minho answered, confusion lacing his words and his eyebrows raising to his hairline once more. Minseok ignored him.

    If Kyungsoo was The Voice, then he’d been the first one, which meant that the second one was...Minseok flipped through the cards until he found ‘02. The Healer’.

    “But who’s The Healer?” He asked, looking up at Minho hopefully.

    Minho just shrugged. “I just came for your English notes,” he replied, looking uncomfortable.

    With an irritated huff (why did Minho have to keep bringing up things that didn’t matter?) Minseok dropped the cards onto his lap and dug around his desk drawer until he found his English notes, shoving them into Minho’s hands. “There,” he grumbled, turning back to the mystery at hand. “Go away.”

    By the time Minho left, Minseok was already too lost in thought to hear the click of the door closing.

A/N: And so it begins =)>. I hope it met your guys' expectations. Have a wonderful day, and here's some dodo for you.

(Pictured above ^ Do Kyungsoo coming out of the closet)