typical like a cheesy old melo-drama

 

Maybe even if the moon goes at night to let the sun shine in the morning again or vice versa of that story, Kyungsoo still doesn't understand why a kid's smiling face had to be put on the Teletubbies' opening right where the centre of the sun, in all its humongous star glory, should be.

He also doesn't quite pick up why his too-hard working excuse for an errand boy had dragged him to a day care centre, because in all honesty- Zitao did not seem like he can manage a kid on his own.

Being an aviation student and a part time cafe waiter in Gangnam, Kyungsoo at first never really mused on why the younger asked for a job from him. It was but a mere ride in the metro when he encountered a fifteen year old Tao from Guangzhuo, China. 

A mid-spring afternoon after a school field trip to an old and abandoned museum was the setting of their little hyung-dongsaeng story that outlined both of their futures that were to come. Simply put it in a way where Kyungsoo had what Tao didn't and Tao on the other hand, had what Kyungsoo needed.

It was really just messed up, like Kyungsoo's hair.

Having Ryeowook ruffle his hair with affection for the nth time that day had him pulling on the straps of his blue Nike backpack that came from his brother a month ago, after his first pay on his second job. Kyungsoo remembered how proud their parents were when Seungsoo, his hyung, had gotten a new job in an architecture firm in the city and how he got a new certificate in school from winning a math contest.

He had happily received the reward from his brother and planned to use it in school, also contemplating if he should bring it on their field trip with his navy blue baseball cap, since it was a trend and all. Being a teenager in his school's kind of social environment meant to battle everyone else on the field of 'who's cool and who's not' because that's what seemed as a priority in their age. The kind of people that surrounded him together with the air in school had driven him to lay low but stand out from time to time, considering his middle school years that weren't at all meaningful, Kyungsoo had no choice but to succumb to that.

That kid who often got tricked and seemed too easy for everyone to handle, yeah he was that kid. Gullible and always pushed, Kyungsoo hated those words the most. 

And since he was that kid, he never enjoyed the field trip, which explains Ryeowook's protecting him from bullies again. Seriously, Kyungsoo knew the times Ryeowook had saved him from those type of people was more than the times he played with his hair. Not that he was ungrateful but standing up for himself was a self-made goal he never achieved back then and still, up to now. 

It was a fifteen minute walk to the station from the school and he assumed the bad delinquent juveniles from his year had bailed off on him, they already tore a part of his bag and took his cap away to God knows where. That deemed bad enough. 

Sniffling and grumbling to himself, Kyungsoo blended in with the people that rushed by in the station, like an accessory to a collection of dancing figurines. He stood there, waiting for his ride back to the only place he considered safe: home. 

Twiddling and fumbling around with things, he abruptly gets shoved to the wall as some stranger passed by quickly, running away from someone. Before Kyungsoo could complain, a tall young boy sporting almost a gothic fashion and a dark aura had bowed down to him and apologised immediately in weird-sounding broken Korean. Telling from the sound of it, and also his looks, it was obvious he wasn't from around here or anywhere far from here- probably a tourist, he thought.

But he was forced to re-think again because the chase didn't stop there. The young mysterious boy was still running after the man who bumped into Kyungsoo roughly earlier and something undeniably shiny was on his hand. Forcing himself, he wanted to stay out of trouble, never take risks despite the urge to always lend a helping hand, because he can never say no. Albeit the danger ahead of him and whoever that boy was, he had the decency to at least lift a finger to help because he could've sworn the man the kid was chasing had a knife.

Or maybe it was just a house key, Kyungsoo. 

The mental battle drives him nuts everytime these events take place in his not-so important life, so damn it all to hell, he runs. Catching up with the boy, he tries to greet him with a wry smile and a causal 'Hello' but he gets a surprising response.

"How the hell can you say this when a dude stole my from me," it wasn't even a question and the seemingly broken Korean accent spurted out very informal, foul and street language. Screw the foreigner thing earlier, this person knows more and says more than him. 

"Uh, sorry?" Kyungsoo replies with a polite tone and the boy shook his head at him before turning to a corner and losing the man he was chasing. He grunted before catching his breath and gave Kyungsoo a long, dark stare, "It's fine, not your fault, he's a scumbag."

Kyungsoo pants and crouches down by the wall to a squat and takes his sweet time to recompose himself, "I've done more today than what I usually do in P.E," he muttered to no one but the boy laughed, his eyes turning into crescent shapes but still menacing and ravenous. "You're funny," he croaks out with a shriek of laughter. What a girly girl.

"Kyungsoo, what's yours?" 

"Call me AB," he says with a more calmed voice as he wipes the tears that brimmed on the corners of his eyes, "from China." 

His mouth forms an 'o' and stays agape, "that's-," Kyungsoo sighs, "that's pretty cool." 'AB' shrugs and fishes his pocket for a phone, then he checks the time and looks over Kyungsoo's shoulder, "Your train might leave," he mutters with pursed lips. Such a cool kid, this AB kid was. 

Knowing well and remembering all of his parents' teachings and wordings to him, stranger danger was dangerous because he could end up coiled in one corner of a mini van with duct tape all over him, men of varied ages asking his parents for some ransom because he got kidnapped - this is really not the worst case scenario - but AB's coolness had driven him to a point of curiosity. And hey, he was from China. Kyungsoo ain't got a lot of friends, so he was a new addition to the list. 

"AB," Kyungsoo said hesitant, "why were you chasing the man?" The latter smiled, "he took something important, don't mind it, I'll get it back tomorrow." 

Swallowing his spit because of the tension, he glanced at the boy from his side, "Are you some part of a Chinese mafia organization? How old are you even? Twenty?" 

Another string of shrieks - because they cannot and never will be considered laughing, unless you say it's an alien laugh - exploded from the other's mouth and Kyungsoo flinched, his eye twitching in horror. "I- I'm turning sixteen this year, oh god, so ****?!%$

"What?" Kyungsoo blurted out after hearing the last word, "What are you saying? That word doesn't exist in the Korean dictionary," he says with a frown.

"I pronounced it wrong, I meant strange," the boy said while dusting his shoes off.

The conversation ended there when they walked back to the waiting area, Kyungsoo tightening his hands into fists and then opening them again to ease himself. He didn't know how to tell his mom about how weak he was or how he couldn't fend off people that other boys could, like maybe this AB kid. Good heavens, the boy was younger than him. 

Prying his gaze from the ground, Kyungsoo eyed the train as it halted in front of them only to discover that the dude earlier was already boarding inside, unexpectedly joining him in the train ride. 

"Are you stalking me?" the younger one asked with thinned eyes, he had the guts to ask? 

"Excuse me, I should ask you that? Alienated Chinese kid," Kyungsoo retorts back with crossed arms and a cocky yet polite tone.

"How ing offensive," AB scoffed and Kyungsoo can't help but scoff louder as some people scoot beside him to get a comfy seat in their ride home.

"You mean you're offensive, tch."

Trying their best to ignore each other, that's what the teenage boys did. Kyungsoo grunting when the train abruptly stops and he gets pushed to touch shoulders with the other, having AB dodge them momentarily one after the other. Maybe twenty minutes of continuous angry lightning strikes that fended off from their glaring and grunting in utter annoyance summed up have of the ride back to home.

That was when Kyungsoo' mom had called and he answered with a tone the younger knew veiled a more choking, ear splitting cry of pain and guilt with worry.

Kyungsoo was a very bad liar, he figured.

Moving back and forth on his spot as he stood and held the support bar to avoid falling, he chewed on his lips and held a hand out to Kyungsoo. "Call me Zitao," he says in a hushing tone dripping with despondence.

"You said you were-

"I'm a better liar than you so, please, be my friend."

Nothing far from surprise took Kyungsoo by the neck and most probably strangled him rather violently. He held his breath before shaking Zitao's hand, "How when you lied to me even before we tied strings," Kyungsoo starts with slight anger in his voice.

"Good, now we're friends and friends do favours," Zitao strengthens his already firm grip on Kyungsoo's hand.

"No, don't take advantage of me on our first millisecond of being friends-

"Let me protect you,"

"Wait," Kyungsoo took his hand back with widened eyes, "What?"

Zitao pouts but clears his throat after, "I need a reason to kick some , you can pay me if you want," he says seriously, making Kyungsoo doubt his hearing.

"Why would I comply I'm not some primadonna who needs a bodyguard," Kyungsoo half shrieked causing some passengers to eye him.

"But please just let me, pay me with food, and maybe a uniform?"

"Don't you go to school?"

"No."

That blew it, Kyungsoo really doubted who Zitao or AB or whatever he was. Chinese Mafia Kid, stranger, some weird gay teen. Kyungsoo doesn't know.

"I'm from a chinese child trafficking business in Guangzhou, in- in China and I need money I escaped from my last owner so I, uhm yeah, I'm broke."

Kyungsoo sighed, "where do you live?"

"Under a meth lab," he said with twinkling eyes.

" you," Kyungsoo hits him and Zitao laughs heartily, "I live near the convinence store with the old cat lady you liked playing with," he ends not so creepily.

"Stalker."

"Guardian."

 

 

"Hi Haru…?" Kyungsoo whispered the last two syllables as he gave the four year old a long, awkward stare.

Zitao chuckled as he opened a small pink umbrella before putting it above the girl's head with a smile.

"Tao says you're his bro-friend, is that true Mr. Kyungsoo?"

"B-bro friend?" Kyungsoo choked out.

"A brother friend, like I'm his sister friend," Haru says whilst holding Tao's hand as they started walking down the alley.

Kyungsoo eyes Tao as he whispers something to Haru, since the little girl giggles and just nods in agreement. They reach a turning corner and find a car waiting for Haru, her parents inside.

"I'll see you tomorrow again, eat your beans, they're good for you!" Zitao waved both of his hands as Haru ran towards the vehicle and flashed Zitao a hundred-watt grin, how cute.

"Yeah! Bye Tao! Bye Mr. Kyungie!" Haru waved back, eyes turning into sparkling little moons of light.

He waits till the car goes and officially jumps on Zitao despite the now evident height difference, choking him.

"Why, huh?" Kyungsoo says and Zitao fakes a cough of struggle, "She made up Kyungie on her own!"

Clearing his throat and letting the younger go, Kyungsoo fixed his button-up's folds and creases before scowling at Zitao.

"New job?" Kyungsoo looks at the other from his side, walking slowly through the pathways back to the main streets.

"Yeah, you stopped giving me money," Zitao pouts.

"I never did, technically," the older chuckles and Zitao couldn't help but sigh in annoyance before a bulb lights up above is head.

"Kyungsoo hyung, I heard you got a date with the Park Yura? A lady on national TV?!"

 

Oh well, Zitao's not the only one with a 'sister friend'.

 

 

 

"Do you think My Little Pony is girly?" She asked me again as she kept on dragging me to somewhere I wish I could escape from.

This is the worst case scenario of kidnapping, adult-napping, whatever you call it. Being dragged to the mall with your crush's sister is worse than being taped all over inside a mini van.

Specially if it's Park Yura you're dealing with.

She's very pretty, almost too pretty. Nice personality, friendly, bubbly and just all over kind. No one can reject her charms, not even me.

"Kyungsoo?" She called my name and I tensed because her grip on my hand tightened. I felt like a kid holding onto my mom's hand.

For the record, we were in the children's section right now as I got pulled through the maze of people by older sister Yura. Sister-friend Yura- because, this nickname is better than what she had proposed.

'Sister-in-law Yura' okay, that was a tad bit intimidating.

The start of our venture was the end of my social life since I often found people giving me the looks of 'wtf are you doing with national tv's broadcaster' so to sum up the rest of my life: hermit Kyungsoo.

We stopped in the Men's clothing area as Yura started engaging me in another conversation.

 

"What's Chanyeol's shirt size?"

Kyungsoo loosens his collar, "Uhm, medium preferably but Large is comfy?"

Yura nods and continues, "He has issues with?"

"Big feet?" Kyungsoo asks and Yura giggles in all her fabulous glory as the cool sister. "No, as in his problems? He hasn't been straightforward with you right?"

"Has he made a move to, say it, make you want him?" Yura lays low.

"I- ehm- wha- I don't get it noona." He says, palms sweating.

"Because Chanyeol has this thing where he jumps on the person he likes. Be careful, be the predator instead of being prey, if I were you."

That was the last straw, kinda.

 

 

 

Chanyeol boomed, "You are not gonna ing believe it!"

"You got a disco stick ride or a lollipop appreciation," Jongin says, ignoring Chanyeol's presence in the room.

"Kyungsoo gave me one of those cards!!" He slammed his palms on the younger's gaming workstation and pushed him off the chair rather excitedly.

Jongin scowled really seriously because he just got ing manhandled by his more than 180 cm friend. "What, some football red violation card for FiFa WC on PS3?"

"Better," Chanyeol says, smug.

"What is it hyung," Jongin say cross legged on the lonely, carpeted floor of his room. Was this the last place he fapped? Most probably yes, but nevermind.

"The 'do anything for you' card! The one in dramas, typically." Chanyeol smiles from ear to ear and he literally shook on the swivel chair.

Jongin couldn't help but sigh at his friend, not his dirty blue carpet. "Go yourself," he answered with dead eyes.

"Whop! You mean '-with Kyungsoo' then yes, sir I will! This is his first gift to me, man!"

"First gift, first kiss, first , first breakup, last relationship. Ta-dah, I am your living synopsis. Now go," he yawned and crawled to his bed, under the sheets. "Lock the door yourself hyung," Jongin adds.

"Fine," Chanyeol says and leaves, dying to try the gift but a little irritated at his friend's reaction but nonetheless he still like Jongin. He was his number one fan.

Just you wait Kyungie, I'll use my card wisely.

 

 

 

"Have you been bedding?" Luhan sniffs Kyungsoo's sheets as he rubs his hands on the fabric. "I smell a lot of man perfume."

"Don't I wear man perfume?" Kyungsoo pouts as he searches for the shoes Luhan wanted to borrow for the weekend.

"You wear baby-man perfume too Lu," Minseok says with a casual laugh and Luhan's heart fluttered except when he realised Minseok leveled him with Kyungsoo, the devil-rabbit.

Kyungsoo frowns but has a half smile on. "You mean to say I wear baby-man perfume?" Luhan clears his throat and swings his legs to and fro, "look for Umin's shoes!"

"Fine, fine." Kyungsoo answers to Luhan's annoyed face above him. Minseok shyly scratches the back of his head and says softly, "Sorry to bother you about formal leather shoes, Soo. It's just, Lu's family's coming and he wants to take me with them for dinner and I didn't have any so-

"I know Luhan's probably buying himself time because he asked Sehun to do an errand for him to get you leather shoes because he likes you a lot," a voice from the living room says and Kyungsoo froze.

"Minseok hyung, Sehun says you have really small feet. Here," Chanyeol hands him a paper bag and Luhan blushes. 

"Hey, I encountered Sehun on my way to the taxi line so he told me to give you this," he sat on his bed and continued, "at first I got confused since how are you in my apartment with Kyungsoo then he told me Luhan dragged you here to buy some time since he just found out about the shoe issue now."

"Wow," Kyungsoo whispers and Chanyeol beams at him. "Now Luhan leave, take your fiance with you."

"Umin," Luhan said with pink ears, Chanyeol pushed them out till the main door and finally made them go outside to handle their business.

Rubbing his palms together menacingly. Chanyeol went back inside to Kyungsoo cleaning his shoe rack because how ing useful was Luhan today.

"So," Chanyeol started.

"So?" Kyungsoo concluded.

"Hey."

"Hey."

"Would you," Chanyeol tapped his fingers on the table nervously.

"Would I?" Kyungsoo said as he piled up shoe boxes.

"Go out with me tonight?" Chanyeol continues but remains quiet.

"Card." The taller then proudly lifted up his gift card and Kyungsoo swore he felt like shrinking and burying himself inside a ing hole. Oh my god.

"I-" Kyungsoo says with laced fingers at his back.

Chanyeol anticipates the worse: World War 3; Nazis are back; Hitler wants his revenge; Obama has hair longer than Rapunzel; The Atlantic is gonna dry up; Glaciers will melt; Whatever happened in the movie 2012; Earth is actually hell- "I'm gonna wash up. Give me 15 minutes, wait for me outside on the couch. Go."

Chanyeol didn't say anything as a reply, just plain old silence was there. He walked outside and sat obediently on the couch, his bag still on and his socks pooling at the area near his toes.

"Uhm, Kyungsoo." He mutters out loud, calling Kyungoo who just came out of the shower. He hears him hum and he continues calmly. "Does that mean-" he got interrupted quickly.

"Okay?"

Chanyeol cant help but put on a smile.

"Okay."

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Unbeta-ed bc fukken fab jk HELLO IT'S SUMMERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR 

and everyone in the group is almost having acting jobs fml, it all started with Kyungsoo gdi

i am terribly sorry for ruining the tfios okay? okay. because i watched the movie and i've been relating this to john green and sorry /bows

Let the chansoo eat you up /like jongin's fansite owo/ well, about now we're surrounded by rumours yet again, don't get me started oh god, it's longer than how painstakingly long I update hue *im sorry luvs ; ;*

By the way! To those who wished me luck (and subscribed ohoho), thank you ~ I got really good results ^^

mostly A's and a bit of A*'s here and there with one or two B's hue but I got an A for literature OuO and I'm sharing my happiness with you guys so ahem, ahem - 

 

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So whaddaya think about the upcoming ChanSoo date? Jujuitsoo up next tho bc Chanyeol tries something really stupid from a Disney movie^ c; 

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