Pythagorean;

Kai/D.O
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Looks are not always what they seem, and when an oblivious Jongin is met
with an unexpectedly powerful foe, a failed bet turns into a battle of wills with both contenders determined to win.

For this onewhich formula should I use?

Which one? Ah, you use the Pythagorean Theorem; if you look at the
equation... He was close, so close that he could count the individual hairs of
midnight lashes, while a light, wafting scent of vanilla permeated his senses. X
plus Y...therefore you get tenand if you calculate the area
Time to make his move. He laid a tentative hand on the exposed skin just above
the stiff, tidy collar of a neatly-pressed uniform, and slid the pads of his fingers to
and fro until he could feel slight tremors.
K-Kim-ssi, are you listening? Oh, but he was pretty cute with that light blush
suffusing his cheeks as he shied away from the caress, eyes wide with confusion.
He sidled closer, pushing away the cluster of books and scribbled equations
before skimming the backs of his fingers against one soft cheek. Those wide eyes
got even wider, frame completely stiff and frozen in place his prey was well and
truly caught in the trap.
This was much too easy.
Sunbae, he purred, rubbing the pad of his thumb on the rosy bottom lip. No
he had to make it more personal. Kyungsoo. Aw, he was blushing again.
Kim-ssi, I-I

Personal, make it personal. Jongin. Call me Jongin, and he tilted the small,
delicate face, staring into large orbs containing a good mixture of bewilderment
and shyness. For a moment, he felt guilty, but Kim Jongin had never lost a bet
before, and he was not about to lose one now. A pity too, because Do Kyungsoo
was actually pretty cute; hed probably hate Jongin after all this was over, though.
But whatever. That 200,000 was his

So, how did it go? Did you do anything?

Oh, this was pretty nice; the lips, albeit tightly closed as a clam, were soft and
pink, and the frame in his arms, albeit completely stiff (with shock, no doubt), was
small and fit in his arms perfectly. Well, there were plenty of ways to loosen all
those muscles up, and Jongin was a patient man he was just getting started.
He made a path from the pink lips, planting soft kisses and nibbles along the way
until he reached the smooth expanse of skin on the neck. He really did smell like
vanilla Jongin inhaled the scent greedily, feeling the stirrings of lust slowly
coursing through him. He didnt think hed be this aroused by a guy, and Do
Kyungsoo to boot, but that just made the whole scenario hell of a lot more
exciting.
He nipped tentatively on a spot of pale skin, laved it and sucked on it; it bloomed
into a rosy shade, and he was rewarded with the sweet sound of a moan torn from
the quivering throat.
Hello? Earth to Kim Jongin?
Dont bother, hyung hes been like that since first lesson.

Kyungsoo didnt seem to have any experience, and he was probably a virgin, but
that was fine because Jongin knew exactly what he was doing. Technically he
could stop here no need to count all his eggs before theyd hatched, but hed
accomplished more today than he thought possible but there was also no harm
in experimenting a little, and to be honest, Jongin was pretty much enjoying
himself.
Hed moved on from the neck to one small, pink ear, lightly grazing his teeth on
the earlobe; delicious shivers were his response, and he progressed to lightly
nibbling the tip it was obviously a weak spot, judging from the soft moans
turning into tiny mewls.
Then it happened he was hard. He had a rock hard, flaming erection practically
screaming at him to be freed from its tight encasement.
Are you serious? But did he at least tell you anything about yesterday?
I probably know as much as you do, a noncommittal shrug, and I texted him
last night but he didnt reply.
He had to stop, he had to calm down this was going way too fast and out of
control, and it was getting more and more uncomfortable down there
But he felt lips closing in on his own ear, and oh God, was that him moaning? Yes,
it was him, and he could feel his legs going to jelly at the light nibbles because that
was his sweet spot too and how mortifying was this whole situation but he
couldnt do anything because he was too busy trying not to come all over his
uniform trousers? They had to stop; he had to take control of the situation.
O-Okay, we have to But the rest of his words died a quick death because this
supposedly innocent virgin was boldly moving onto more dangerous territory and
found another weak spot and oh God, the way he used his mouth should be
illegal
You like that, dont you? Oh yes, he did, but he should stop doing that but he
wasnt stopping so Jongin had to make him stop but his arms were so damn
useless and wouldnt go where he wanted them to, which should be to push him
away, not to grip the small waist and hold on helplessly as the smaller boy
crawled onto his lap

Was that a hand on his crotch?

Oh yuck, is he drooling? Sehun, do something.
Sehun slanted a look at the older male and quirked a brow lazily. Why me? You
do it, youre the hyung.
Lu Han rolled his eyes and heaved a deep, long-suffering sigh, muttering, Oh, its
just like you to use age when its convenient for you, before turning back to their
blank companion. Jongin was unresponsive to a hand waving across his face, eyes
still glassy and unseeing even with Lu Hans face shoved so close their noses
touched. Hello, earth to Jongin, come in Kim Jongin, do you copy?
But there was no response, and there was badly suppressed snickering from
behind Lu Han and this was getting annoying; Oi, Kim Jongin! Wake up!, and
promptly delivered a whack on the back of Jongins head.
It was effective enough. Whatwhywho
Focus, Lu Han barked mercilessly and gripped the younger males shoulders,
shaking him for good measure just in case his brain decided to go on a trip to
outer space again. What happened yesterday? Spit it out.
AhI
You like that, dont you, Kyungsoo was whispering in his ear with hot, steamy
breaths. Hell yes he did, he was having the freaking time of his life, the white hot
pleasure causing his eyes to roll to the back of his head, and he was trembling
uncontrollably and he was completely soaked with sweat and this was absolutely
unbelievable. He was close, so close, just another rub and he was going to blow his
load so hard
Then he was gulping in air like a drowning man because, oh God, the hand was
moving away and he was on the edge here and where the hell was Kyungsoo
going? Dont go, he wanted to beg, but he couldnt because his trousers were so
tight and his cock so painful that all he could manage was a choked whimper. He
cant leave him here like this, he cant
But all he got was a gentle, almost pitying kiss on his damp forehead. Same place
tomorrow. Be here.

And then he was gone, Do Kyungsoo actually left him there

Oh great, hes drooling again. Lu Hans voice was dripping with displeased
venom, and Jongin could hear Sehun laughing and saying hit him again, then with
Lu Han looking like he was seriously considering it Jongin wisely raised his hands
in surrender.
Im here. I swear, he added at the sceptical expressions before him. Lu Han
narrowed his eyes, but Jongin seemed to have passed judgment at the sardonic
curl of the older males lip abruptly transforming into a brilliant smile.
Great to have you back! So what happened yesterday?
Ah Same place tomorrow. Be here. Well, uh
Twin expressions, full of expectation and barely-suppressed curiosity. Nothing.
N-Nothing happened.
He had never been particularly good at lying; neither had he improved judging on
the contemptuous looks exchanged by his companions. I-Im serious! Im taking
this slow, okay? He said no more than that, even under unsubtle poking and
prodding; truthfully, he had no idea what the hell happened himself, but hed die
before he told them even the smallest detail of what had went down yesterday
afternoon.
Lu Han seemed exorbitantly displeased by the situation, but Sehun was a bit more
optimistic. Well, at least he finally agreed to tutor you; and arent you having
another session today? At Jongins nod, Sehun smiled, and Lu Han, who had
cheered up considerably, smiled brightly as well. Great! Then Im sure something
will happen today.
Of course, he wanted to say, but all he managed was a forced smile as he selfconsciously tugged at his collar, the stiff fabric shielding countless love bites from
public view.

He was going to have to take charge today.

Kim Jongin refused to lose this unexpectedly difficult battle; hed completely
misjudged Do Kyungsoos wide-eyed, innocent little lamb persona, and he was
paying the expensive price for it.Never judge a book by its cover, as they always
say, and hed never realised how true that statement was until he met this
paragon.
He took a deep breath make that two, he needed to keep his cool and swung
the door open. The sun was beginning to set; its orange rays illuminated the
otherwise empty classroom, its lone occupant already settled on a desk with a
clutter of notebooks, textbooks and pens around him. He hadnt lifted his head at
Jongins entrance, but looked up once the other male reached the table. Youre
early. Sit down, and gestured to the seat across him.
Jongin thought he saw the flash of a smile when his brow wrinkled in suspicion,
but he couldnt be sure because the other boy had already bent his head, back to
perusing his books. He seemed as harmless as he did yesterday before things got
a little crazy, but Jongin hurriedly reminded himself that looks can be deceiving,
and Do Kyungsoo was deception personified.
Take your notes out, Kyungsoo was saying absently once Jongin had gingerly
lowered himself on the seat. Jongin obeyed, the whole time on the edge as he
anticipated and readied himself for what the older male would do next
which was promptly to criticize his recent mock exam results. Your
handwriting is on par with a five year olds and your English is atrocious just as
well you asked me to tutor you. As for your Biology
Jongin could only follow dumbly as he was given a set of math equations, a
chemistry practice paper, and an English comprehension test his look of
disbelief had been countered with a stony, unrelenting one, and there was no sign
of yesterdays mysterious nymph in the strait-laced student before him Jongin

was almost fully convinced that hed dreamt the entire thing.
Nevertheless, he acquiesced obligingly, completing the work given while
wondering what the hell hed tell Sehun and Lu Han tomorrow, when Kyungsoo
slid a novel across the table he couldnt, for the life of him, comprehend the
English title, so he simply stared at it blankly, and then turned his gaze upwards.
The older males expression was inscrutable, his smile easy. Just a little
something to practice your English on; Pride and Prejudice, Kyungsoo
pronounced with a very impressive accent, start reading; out loud. He then bent
his head and started scribbling on his notebook again, and Jongin had no choice
but to pick up the novel and turn it to the first page.
He was a mess when it came to English, but he might as well try and get this over
with. Chapterone. Well, that was easy the following paragraph, not so much.
Squinting as if that would make the words easier to read, he slowly began, It
isatrutruth? U-ni-ver-sa-lly, ackuckk
Acknowledged.
He cleared his throat, already hoping he didnt have to read too much. ThThat
a sshishingle man in posposshession
He abruptly stopped, lungs seizing in air. Across the table, Kyungsoo was still busy
writing on that wretched notebook. Keep reading.
But how the hell could he when there was a damned foot on his crotch? Hands
tightening around the novel, Jongin strengthened his resolve; keep your cool, you
havent lost this battle yet. Of aagoodoh damn
Please refrain from adding your literary interpretation, was delivered in a dry,
amused tone, even as that stupid foot stroked his crotch in different angles and
invoked such painful stirrings of lust in Jongin that he never even knew existed;
his traitorous cock was so painfully erect, he could barely speak much less
breathe. Be strong, he inwardly yelled, unaware that his hands were shaking as
they struggled to hold the novel upright.
Forfortunemust beoh, Godin wantofIm going to The novel
clattered on the desk, and he was genuinely seeing stars explode in front of his
eyes because, sweet mother of all orgasms, he had just blown his pants

courtesy of a foot.
Kyungsoo was smiling sweetly, his stupid foot still coaxing the last violent
shudders from Jongins now-sated cock. In want of a what, Jongin-ssi?
He was so mortified he could die, but he refused to let Kyungsoo have the last
word.
A wife.

Still nothing? Youve got to be pulling my leg.

Easiest 200,000, hed said piece of cake, hed said. Hed said a lot of things,
back when he was still the great and undefeated Kim Jongin and arrogance had
blown his head completely out of proportion because hed never lost a bet in his
life, especially not one as easy as this. Because thats what this bet was supposed
to be easy, no fuss no frills, done and dusted by now, with a cool 200k in his
wallet and just another notch in his bedpost; no harm done, no hard feelings.
Do Kyungsoo was supposed to be the easiest mark hed ever made in his lifetime,
and he could just picture himself now, scoffing two weeks ago when Lu Han had
presented him the challenge; I bet you wouldnt be able to seduce Do
Kyungsoo. The teachers pet, top-of-his-class, goody-two-shoes? No problem.
It had been easy enough to worm his way into an acquaintance, namely his less
than average grades giving him an excellent excuse to ask an upperclassman for
after school lessons and who better than Do Kyungsoo, who, being the helpful
student that he was, had readily agreed. Negotiations had just been too easy and
judging by Jongins calculations, he should be enjoying that 200k by now. After all,

with his well-honed abilities, Kim Jongin was irresistible to anyone unfortunate
or fortunate enough to cross his path.
But that Kim Jongin was dead, buried and rapidly decomposing underneath all the
barely-suppressed sexual urges and raging hormones of the new and reborn Kim
Jongin. Experience didnt count for anything when faced with an unexpectedly
powerful foe, and Jongin was steadily losing this battle; Do Kyungsoo probably
had no idea of what a monster hed created, or he probably did, and was laughing
at Jongins expense because he was a monster himself.
Lu Han was still ranting on and on about how its unbelievable how its taking
Jongin so long to even reach first base because hed have hit home run by now if
they take their previous bets in account, and Sehun helpfully suggested that
Jongin must be losing his touch.
You dont know Do Kyungsoo like I do, you guys. You have no idea, Jongin wanted
to say, but he kept his mouth shut because how the hell was he supposed to
explain? Where does he even begin there was the hand incident, then the foot
incident, the inappropriate touching, the hickeys on his neck? But he is spared
muddled explanations by Lu Hans sudden nudge and gesture at a walking trio in
the distance.
How innocent he looked, as he laughed at something his two companions said;
indeed, Do Kyungsoo didnt look capable of hurting a fly. Those wide eyes were
full of innocence and naivet, pink lips untouched and virginal; he was the very
essence of a stereotypical studious young male, diligent with his studies and wellliked by his peers, uncorrupted by the vices of modern society, the freaking poster
boy of the youth of the future.
Its a lie, he is a lie, Jongin felt like crying, but Lu Han was nudging him again and
good God, the devil incarnate was actually waving and walking up to their spot
under the tree, his friends in tow.
Hi Kyungsoo-ssi, Lu Han was greeting brightly, and if Kyungsoo was surprised
that the upper-classman knew his name, he didnt let it show with his smile and
polite bow.
Hello, Lu Han-sunbae. His greeting was echoed cheerfully by Baekhyun, but
changed the sunbae to hyung Jongin and Sehun exchanged looks, as did
Kyungsoo and his other companion, a towering, auburn-haired boy named

Chanyeol, who voiced everyones thoughts, You know each other, Baek?
Oh, yes, Baekhyun was still smiling brightly. We go to the same club together,
dont we, Lu Han-hyung?
Lu Hans eyes held a strange light to them but he had a brilliant smile plastered
on. Of course, weve become quite close, havent we, Baekhyun-ssi?
Sehun was looking very confused. But you dont go to any clubs The bell
abruptly went off, and Kyungsoo hurried to deliver his message. Jongin-ssi, I just
came to say that I have to be at home this afternoon do you mind coming to my
house and I can tutor you there? We can walk together after school.
Ah In his house? Lu Han was nudging him hard enough to dig holes in his
stomach, and the weird guy Baekhyun had an eerie smile on his face, but
Kyungsoo was looking at him expectantly and he had that little look in his eyes
and no was just not an option. Of course. Ill wait next to the gates after the
last lesson.
Kyungsoos smile was shy; his eyes were anything but. Excellent; looking forward
to you coming.

Come on in; Ill show you where my room is. The apartment was part of a highrise building that spoke of comfortable wealth, and the first thing Jongin
registered as he took his shoes off and placed them tidily on the side was that the
whole apartment smelt of vanilla.
A lady was busily baking in the kitchen when they walked past; she looked up in
surprise at their entrance before smiling at Jongins shy but polite bow. Hi,

mum, Kyungsoo greeted, giving her a kiss on the cheek before introducing
Jongin.
Its lovely to meet you, Kyungsoos mother said, and I trust my son is tutoring
you properly. Well, I wont get in your way; Kyungsoo, you mustnt keep your
guest waiting.
Kyungsoo led him to a bedroom at the very end of the corridor, and he
indiscreetly observed his surroundings while Kyungsoo set his things down a study
table on the corner of the room before gesturing for him to do the same. The
room was spartan in its tidiness and organisation; immaculate, rigidly
straightened sheets, the bookshelf next to the door with its volumes arranged in
chronological order, and not a single stray sock to be seen on the pristine floor.
Jongin briefly wondered where he kept his porn if he even had any.
They dived straight into tutoring; Jongin could hear footsteps going back and forth
the corridor, muffled by the closed door. His eyes trailed from Kyungsoos bent
head, busy correcting his history essay, then back to the door.
Do Kyungsoo may have been winning in their previous battles, but he had yet to
win the war; if he was going to play dirty, then Jongin was more than ready to
accommodate him. He had a few tricks up his own sleeve, and it was time to step
up the game and today he was determined to strike first.
Have you got an English-Korean dictionary? Kyungsoo raised his head at the
innocent question; Jongin gestured to his notebook. Im having problems with
translating this.
Ahlet me check. None the wiser, Kyungsoo rose and meandered over to the
bookshelf, skimming a finger through the organised shelves before halting on a
particular book. He picked it up, turning as he said, Is this one okay
But Jongin was standing right behind him, silent and towering over him easily.
Kyungsoos brow wrinkled in confusion, a twinge of uneasiness spreading in his
belly. What But the other male didnt give him an opportunity to speak,
immediately gripping one wrist in a viselike grip before capturing his lips with a
ferocity that stunned him into dropping the book.
The tome clattered to the floor as he was pushed against the bookshelf, and
Kyungsoo could do nothing but cling helplessly to his aggressor as his lips were

attacked with hungry little bites, Jongin forcing his mouth open with slight
pressure on his chin before plundering inside with a hot tongue. Kyungsoo could
feel his knees giving way even as his brain frantically screamed at him to gain
control of the situation, but it was a rapidly losing battle.
His lips were finally released but only to progress to his neck; his weak attempts
at warding the other male off were only rewarded with love bites on his sensitive
skin a surprised moan was torn from his throat when he felt a hard bulge
prodding his own painful erection, his eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head
when a slow and steady friction began.
StopJongin His protests were reduced to desperate mewling when the
relentless onslaught moved onto his ears, closing onto his infamous sensitive
spot.
There is a sudden knock on the door. Kyungsoo?
No, no, oh God, his mother, he hadnt locked the door but Kyungsoos frantic
attempts to get away are thwarted; Jongin flattened him against the bookshelf,
hips still grinding mercilessly. Even in his panic, he couldnt suppress the violent
tremors of ecstasy; he slapped a hand over his mouth to muffle the helpless
moans that escaped his throat.
There was another knock. Kyungsoo? May I come in?
Nomum Please, please, he pleaded; for what, he wasnt sure. He was close,
so close, his hands gripping Jongins shirt, wrinkling the fabric inside his fists.
Is everything alright in there? There was concern in his mothers voice, but
Kyungsoo could barely register anything beyond the intense ecstasy.
Were finedontdont come in The last words were torn from his throat,
and he bit down hard on Jongins shoulder to smother his scream as he finally
exploded; there was a breathy groan on his ear, and the two boys shuddered
together, and Kyungsoo could hear harsh pants on his ear
Were fine, Mrs. Do, the younger male piped up, his tone wretchedly cheerful
and smug. Just fine.

After avoiding Jongin like the plague for three days, Kyungsoo eventually agreed
to continue with the tutoring, but they were back at the empty classroom. Hed
obviously been shaken by his mother nearly walking in on them dry-humping each
other, Jongin mused as he observed the older male taking his things out of his bag
and methodically placing them on the desk. Jongin was earlier for once, and so
contented himself to trying to decipher the other males inscrutable expression.
He was as cool and composed as ever, no sign of the quivering bundle Jongin had
held in his arms, too dazed and stunned by his release to even register his
mothers persistent knocking. Luckily, Jongin had had the foresight to lock the
door before advancing, and so the door remained shut until Jongin opened it
himself, careful to conceal Kyungsoo and his own soiled trousers from view. Hed
reassured Kyungsoos mother that they just had a minor accident, and thankfully
she hadnt pressed for more details.
As always, they began on the premise of tutoring Jongin supposed that one
good thing that was coming out of this whole fiasco was that his grades were
certainly improving, raging hormones and sexual tension aside. But he was wary
as he worked his way through a trigonometry problem another lesson hed
learned was that never, ever let your guard down around Kyungsoo. Never.
But they were already halfway through the session and the older male looked as if
he had no plans to make any moves whatsoever, fully occupied with his own work
and only looking up when Jongin had a question. He was fully clothed in his
diligent-student persona, and Jongin didnt know what to make of that.
Little by little, he began to relax, shoulders visibly easing as he dedicated his full
attention to his work, completely oblivious of the male across discreetly observing
him.

It was, more or less, ten minutes before the session ended when Kyungsoo finally
made a move.
He was in the middle of finishing up his essay when a stack of papers suddenly
slipped off the desk, Oh, Im so clumsy, he heard Kyungsoo mumble with
embarrassment. He stopped writing and immediately moved to help, but was
firmly told to continue with his work Kyungsoo could handle it. He nodded
reluctantly, and tried to recall what hed been writing mid-sentence, the rustling
of papers underneath the table a little distracting
He jolted, banging his thighs painfully against the desk. Amidst the haze of pain,
he could hear muffled laughter, but the hand on his crotch did not let go. This
scenario seemed familiar Jongin wondered how dense he could possibly be to
fall for the same trick three times.
Never let your guard down around Kyungsoo. Never.
Hello Current Self, this is your Past Self reminding you how stupid you are. Good
day and enjoy your handjob.
Keep working, he was ordered, and he struggled to obey, but that was nigh an
impossible feat when the incubus was stepping up his game and
actually unzipping his trousers, and taking his stupid, erect cock out, and its tip
was probably already glistening with pre-cum and Jongin just wanted to die from
the humiliation.
His legs turned to jelly as a warm hand encased his stiff rod and gave it a
tentative, almost shy stroke oh, sweet mother ofI stand corrected, Current
Self. Because, praise be the heavens, he was being taken into a hot, wet mouth,
and his cock was all too happy to rise to full attention for the occasion.
His whole body trembled and shuddered as the hot tongue swept up and down,
swirled all around the sensitive tip; he groaned when a small hand even began
playing with his balls, and his own hands dove into the soft black tendrils and held
on for dear life while the head bobbed up and down.
He was close, so close
Kyungsoo? Are you in here?

Youve got to be joking. It was a sick, cruel joke, because two heads had just
popped through the door, peeking inquisitively; through his murky vision, he
could see Kyungsoos weird friends, Baekhyun and Chanyeol.
Oh, hi Jongin, Chanyeol greeted, prompting Jongin to stop trying to tug the
head away from his nether regions and snap to attention; act cool, act cool. From
their angle, they couldnt see what was occurring below the table.
Ah God, if youre listening, please send a lightning bolt and wipe me off the
face of this planet.Um. Hi. Yeah.
Have you seen Kyungsoo? Baekhyun asked, just as Jongin forced out a very loud
cough becausethere were some really loud slurping noises and I dont even know
how to begin to explain how their friend is giving me a blowjob right now
Ah, he, He shifted; he was actually so close, and he was going to blow his lid off
any minute now, and it was all he could do to keep his face straight. HeHe
went to the toilet.
Oh, okay. The two exchanged looks, and Chanyeol shrugged. Should we wait
here then? We were supposed to leave at five. It was four fifty-five.
Alright, Baekhyun chirped, and the two began to move but oh God if they
moved any closer they were going to see something they would never be able to
erase from their memories unless Jongin shot both of them, then himself for good
measure, and he just couldnt have that happen.
No! The yell was ripped from his throat, a little bit high pitch courtesy of his
panic and state of near-orgasm. It was effective enough; both boys stopped in
their tracks, faces etched with utter confusion. Ahhetold me hed waitfor
you twooutside.
Are you okay, Jongin? Chanyeol asked with concern. You look a littlesweaty.
He probably wanted to say constipated, but Jongin was too harassed to care.
Im fine, he gritted out, his fingers digging into Kyungsoos persistent skull. It
was a miracle he could still speak when his vision was already going dark around
the edges, and it seemed to take forever before the two shrugged.
Tell him well wait in the entrance then, Baekhyun called out before the two

shuffled out the door. The moment the door clicked shut, Jongin promptly
exploded.
Damn if the little devil wasnt licking his lips as he crawled back out from under
the table, sheaf of papers in hand and his trademark innocent expression pasted
on his face. Jongin could do nothing but sit there with his chest heaving with
gulping breaths, still bewildered from his orgasm and the train of events.
Oh, what do you know, I have to go. See you tomorrow, And he walked off just
as the clock struck five, and it hit Jongin like a ton of bricks. He knew, damn it, he
knew and the whole thing was a set-up and the devil incarnate was a fucking
pro
He heaved a heavy sigh, zipping his pants up. Jongin: 1, Kyungsoo: 464335345221

The next few days became a constant battle of wills, the two boys involved in a
fierce, heated competition. It became a matter of brainstorming for ways to
outdo the other person, and had evolved to beyond the tutoring sessions in the
empty classroom Jongin had stepped up the game by dragging Kyungsoo to a
storage cupboard during lunchbreak and giving him a handjob, which Kyungsoo
retaliated with an intense make-out session in the public bathroom stall.
Jongin spent every waking minute of his day planning out strategies involving his
nether regions and a certain dark-haired boy, avoiding Lu Hans poking and
prodding, hiding his hickeys from view and awkwardly trying to wiggle his way out
of explaining why his trousers and pants were always soiled from his mother.
The bet wasnt even on his mind anymore; the very thought of the prize money
was wiped off, to be replaced by Kyungsoo, Kyungsoos hands, Kyungsoos lips,

Kyungsoos mouth, Kyungsoos body, damn it just Kyungsoo and his entire being
occupied Jongins entire mental capacity.
And, little by little, he didnt even think he wanted to win the battle anymore
beyond the confusing split-personality and undeniably excellent sexual
techniques, Jongin was beginning to notice little things about Do Kyungsoo, from
the way his eyes always seemed to be in a shocked state only to narrow when he
was displeased with something, how his lips were shaped like a heart when he
smiled, how he hid a golden voice underneath that tiny body, which Jongin had
discovered when hed caught Kyungsoo singing to himself while waiting for Jongin
in the classroom.
And damn if that voice hadnt sent shivers up his spine and somehow created
little tingles in his heart. And it didnt help that Kyungsoo could also cook, hell, he
was a freaking kitchen god, Jongin concluded after hed eaten Kyungsoos
heavenly kimchi spaghetti after a tutoring session in Kyungsoos house (his
mother wasnt home).
The way to a mans heart is through his stomach; well, hell if he hadnt fallen just
a little bit after taking that first bite.
Research purposes, getting to know the enemy as such, was his firm excuse and
the mantra he repeated in his head when he asked Kyungsoo to hang out on
Saturday. It wasnt a date, it washanging out, between two guys who were kind
of friends, kind of masturbate-partners, kind ofwhatever.
It doesnt matter because, sans the narrow-eyed typical judging-you Kyungsoo
expression, hed said yes, why not? Great; shall we watch a film, then dinner?
Yeah, definitely not a date this was typical hanging out stuff, right?
A disbelieving snort from Sehun was his response.
There better be some fumbling once the lights are off, Lu Han snarled as Jongin
was unwillingly cornered in the classroom. He was less than pleased at Jongin
being as closed as a clam about the entire thing, which was understandable
considering their previous bets consisted of Jongin freely airing his dirty laundry,
and Lu Han gleefully filing the details away in his little black book of blackmail.
But this bet was different; Kyungsoo was different.

And dinner, such a romantic date, Sehun sneered, and Jongin threw him a
poisonous glare.
A blowjob under the table would be nice too, just giving you some suggestions,
Lu Han said cheerfully, warming up to the topic; Jongin promptly choked on his
sandwich, certain memories running through his mind.
Ill handle it, alright, just shut up, he croaked out once the blockage in his throat
was cleared, and he excused his fire-engine cheeks to the near-asphyxiation. And
its not a date.

He was surprisingly enjoying himself. The datehanging out sessionwas going

really smoothly; for somebody hed previously thought was a boring nerd who
studied too much, Kyungsoo was surprisingly cool and fun to be with, laughing at
Jongins antics or responding with deadpan sarcasm.
They chose a random film out the list, neither knowing what it was going to be
about; it was already a few weeks after the first showing, which explained the
sparsely-filled cinema, with relatively few people dotted around the empty seats.
They chose a seat all the way on the back, settling down as the film reel began.
It was ten minutes after the lights switched off when he felt a hand on his
crotchwell, that would please Lu Han, at leastand the next hour was spent
with their lips locked, and sometime in the middle Kyungsoo had ended up in
Jongins lap; cinema seats werent the most comfortable, but by some miracle
they managed to grind their crotches in a steady rhythm, suppressing moans by
devouring each others mouths hungrily.

They both climaxed and spent the remainder of the film cuddling and kissing;
Jongin didnt really want to let go, and Kyungsoo didnt seem to mindthey
tidied themselves quickly as the final scene unfolded, and the ending credits
began to roll, the lights blinking on with it. They readjusted to the brightness,
both rising and Kyungsoo stretching out the kinks hed received from his previous
uncomfortable position.
Good film, he said cheerfully as he noticed two or three couples, who had been
unfortunate enough to be seated too close, blushing and avoiding their gaze.
They went shopping next, and both had somehow warmed up to the whole thrill
of getting-caught-in-public kink, which led to another intense make-out session in
a changing room, its attendant none the wiser and the occupiers of the adjacent
stalls wondering what the hell that thumping noise was. Well, it was Kyungsoos
back bumping against the wall as Jongin worked his hand between their thighs,
his desperate moans smothered by Jongins ravenous mouth.
And if the member of staff thought it strange that they handed her a pile of
seemingly-untouched clothing, with both attractive customers in a dishevelled
state as opposed to when they first came in bee-stung lips, mussed up hair and
all she was certainly professional enough to keep her thoughts to herself.
She knew, Kyungsoo muttered as they left the store, cheeks still pink with
embarrassment, but forgave Jongin after the younger male suddenly bought a
Pororo plushie for him. How did you know I liked Pororo?
I saw the DVDs in your room and your Pororo pajamas, but Jongin did not want to
sound like some obsessed stalker so he shrugged and smirked instead. Because
youre weird. Kyungsoo rolled his eyes, but the plushie would earn its place of
honour on his shelf anyway.
Dinner went as normally as dinners went they spent the whole meal gossiping
about people from school, their nether regions calm and collected throughout,
perhaps already sated from the previous two incidents earlier on in the day.
But never underestimate hormonal teenage boys and their uncontrollable
urgesnamely, how easily they got hard, and how many times a day they could
satisfy aforementioned urges.
I had fun today. Kyungsoo clutched the paper bag containing his plushie close,

smiling up at Jongin as they walked to the station together. Lots of fun.

Me too. They stood on the platform; they lived on opposite directions, and both
trains would be arriving soon. They were silent for a few moments, before Jongin
took a deep breath and took the plunge. Ahhyung?
Hmm? Kyungsoo looked up from where hed been checking his phone.
My parents are away with one of my sisters, and my other sister is going to stay
with her boyfriend, and none of them are going to be back until Sunday, and
Any brothers I should know of?
I dont have any. Jongin cleared his throat at Kyungsoos amused smile. So,
uh The trains arrived at the same time, the doors sliding open expectantly.
Um, so if you want to, um
The doors slid shut seconds after theyd stepped inside; Kyungsoo grinned.
Im just going to text my parents. Jongin nodded, glancing down at the fingers
that had intertwined with his to pull him towards the train. He tightened his hold
around them, the warmth emanating from the fingers somehow reaching his
chest.

There was no point in pretending what this was; empty house, a bed, Kyungsoos
hair still damp from the shower and small frame dwarfed by Jongins clothing
but Jongin made a show of pretending anyway.
Uh, the beds a little small, so I can stay in my parents room, so you can make

yourself comfortable, and um He used to be a lot smoother than this, once

upon a time.
Oh, your parents bed, Kyungsoo murmured, sinking down Jongins bed and
sitting primly, peeking up at Jongin from beneath midnight lashes. Thats pretty
kinky.
Well, that had certainly been the ice breaker, which might explain why Kyungsoo
was now flat on his back against, thankfully, Jongins bed, their lips locked
hungrily before Jongin progressed down to his neck with aggressive little bites.
Clothing was tugged off and flung to random directions, bare skin exposed to
Jongins eager gaze.
Turn the lights off, Kyungsoo moaned, but Jongin wanted to see everything,
revelling in the contrast of his bronze skin against Kyungsoos paleness; and then
he was trailing kisses down to a nipple, taking the rosy bud into his mouth, pulling
and sucking until Kyungsoos protests died away.
The older male seemed content to let him take the reins, or at least he was until
Jongins fingers began to edge towards his opening. He promptly jumped three
feet in the air and surprised the ever-loving life out of both of them.
Uh Jongin had raised his hands in surrender. Kyungsoo looked like he wanted
the bed to swallow him up, his ears an adorable shade of red, and with a
surprised chuckle, Jongin finally understood. Youve never done this before?
The older male gave an imperceptible shake of his head, face buried in his palms
in his embarrassment. This was certainly an interesting development, considering
Kyungsoo gave head that would make a pornstar proud and could do the most
unimaginable things with his foot but he was a virgin.
Id be happy to tutor you, Jongin purred, and Kyungsoo was too distracted by
the lips claiming his to scoff at the cheesy line. He was a melted puddle of goo by
the time the younger male progressed south, leaving a trail of hot kisses down his
quivering stomach before worshipping his erect cock and teasing his tight hole at
the same time without the convenience of Jongins mouth blocking his, Jongin
also found out that the older male was quite a screamer.
His own cock was screaming at him for release, but he wasnt done teasing yet; he
flipped the older male onto his stomach, parting the soft globes of his cheeks and

diving in; the hole was already loose from his teasing and stretching, but he
wanted Kyungsoo completely uninhibited.
Well, if his moans and mewling was any indication, he seemed pretty damn
relaxed to Jongin. He teased and licked the tight hole, stroking his own cock as he
did so, preparing both of them for the eventual penetration.
And when both of them could take no more, he flipped Kyungsoo over to his back
again, before reaching for his secret stash on the third draw of his bedside table;
he took out a small bottle and a couple of condoms. He hadnt pre-prepared or
anything; not at all.
Kyungsoo had gone all glassy-eyed and was too out of it to throw him his
trademark judgemental look, so Jongin busied himself with coating himself with
the condom and pouring a liberal amount of lube. Sliding his hands on the slim
hips, he bent and nipped the pink lips. This is going to hurt a little.
Then he entered, little by little, wincing when Kyungsoos eyes suddenly slammed
open and his nails dug into Jongins back he was so hot and tight, and Jongin
could feel his eyes rolling at the back of his head because he was already about to
blow his load and wouldnt that be embarrassing? But Kyungsoo was smacking
him because this was painful and it hurt like hell and could he please get off
He claimed the babbling lips to shut him up, and began a steady rhythm, adjusting
the hips just in the right angle andhello, prostate.
The hands clawing at his back abruptly slid down to grip his hips, protests dying to
be replaced by delicious moans. The ritual as old as time took place, the bed
squeaking from their thrusts, and then they reached the peak Kyungsoo
screamed so hard he nearly shattered Jongins eardrums, but he was climaxing
too and he literally saw stars.

2 new messages
5 missed calls
From: Sehun
How did it go? ^o^

From: Lu Han-hyung
Since ur not picking up Im assuming ur too busy fucking
Ur 200k is ready

Jongin? The older male had stirred at the sudden brightness of the phone
illuminating the dark room.
Ahsorry. Jongin switched his phone off and put it away unanswered, pressing
a kiss on the forehead of the figure curled up against him; the older male let out a
sigh, drifting off to sleep again.
So hed won, he thought bleakly to himself, yet victory had never tasted so filthy.

They made love again on Sunday, even finding time to christen the kitchen floor
before Jongins sister suddenly arrived unceremoniously, a few hours early and
wondering why her little brother and his friend were partially-clothed in the
kitchen, their faces as red as tomatoes. But the friend had suddenly beat a hasty
retreat, and Jongin promptly bombarded her with questions as to how her stay
with her boyfriend went, which was even more of a surprise and wiped out the
previous incident from her mind.
Monday came all too quickly, which meant confrontation time. Jongin had to find
some way to call off the bet, but if he knew Lu Han, it was that Lu Han did not
appreciate any violation of bet rules, and as revenge, would probably tell
Kyungsoo himself which left him with the option of going through with the bet,

but telling Kyungsoo about it, grovelling if need be.

Jongin didnt know which was worse.
He managed to avoid the inevitable all throughout the first few periods blocking
out Sehuns repeated inquiries was easy enough but lunch break came and
though hed managed to make a run for it, the tsunami known as Lu Han arrived
and moved with lightning speed, cornering Jongin in the corridor.
Not so fast, he barked; Sehun walked up from behind him, giving Jongin a
pitying glance. Did you do it or not? Answer!
Uh, I Damn it, this was unfair, but there was no time to go and look for
Kyungsoo now, and the corridor was already beginning to fill with students, and
Lu Han was like a rabid dog whod just caught a bone meaning he was well and
truly trapped.
He breathed out an angry sigh.
Alright, we did it, okay? Lu Han looked extraordinarily pleased, and Sehun
clapped politely.
Well done, you won the bet! There was a contradictory triumphant gleam in the
older males eyes as he fished out the wad of notes from his pocket, and Jongin
heaved out a sigh as he held out his hand for it
just as his eyes met Kyungsoos.
We did it. You won the bet. Money.
Oh hell no, Jongin groaned out, just as Kyungsoo turned and made a run for it.

Hyungwait! For such a tiny guy he was a remarkably fast runner, but it was
amazing how panic and adrenaline could give someone a boostJongin caught
up with him soon enough, grabbing an arm and swinging him around.
He shouldve anticipated the punch; well, maybe he did, but that was quite a solid
punch and damn it hurt, but he didnt let go.
This isnt what you think, he choked out between gasping breaths. Kyungsoo
refused to look at him, too preoccupied trying to pry his fingers away from his
arm; Jongin grasped both and shook him. Kyungsoo. Its notI
Youve won the bet, jackass, The older male was staring at him with such
disgust that he felt lower than a slug on the ground. Congratulations.
This wasnt supposed to happen; in his desperation, Jongin crushed the smaller
frame against his, holding the older male tight and not even registering the fists
battering at him to withdraw his hold.
Im sorry, Im sorry, he repeated, like a chant; he couldnt let it end like this, not
when his heart felt like it was breaking into little pieces. He drew away enough to
cup the heart-shaped face and press a desperate kiss against the lips, deepening it
long enough until the fight considerably lessened and the older male melted in his
arms.
I was wrong, okay? I was wrong, and its true, he whispered. ButBut things
have changed, okay? Its differentyoure different, and And he wasnt
making any damn sense, but at least Kyungsoo didnt look angry anymorejust
wary.
Whats changed?
I Damn it, he used to be smoother than this, and hell of a lot less cheesy, but
his brain had turned into mush and his tongue felt like lead and his stomach was
roiling with panic.
I love you, okay? Do Kyungsoo, Ive fallen in love with you and Im an asshole but
Ive fallen in love with you anyway and please forgive me and

But Kyungsoo was beaming as brightly as the sun and pulling him down and giving
him a kiss that further fried his circuits and he barely registered the sudden yell
that had come from somewhere in the distance.
Then Kyungsoo was drawing away, cheeks still pink from his confession just as
four people caught up to them, Baekhyun smiling with unholy glee, Lu Han
looking like he wanted to kill someone, Sehun grinning like a madman, and
Chanyeol looking as confused as hell.
Which was what Jongin was at Baekhyuns sudden cheerful statement.
Congratulations Kyungsoo, you won the bet!

You what?
Jongin could not, for the life of him, process what had just happened; all he could
see was a thick wad being passed onto Kyungsoos palms, who counted each note
before pocketing it happily.Exactly 200,000.
What the hell is going on here? Chanyeol was fast becoming his new best friend
by vocally voicing out all his thoughts, because he was so tongue-tied and
confused that he probably couldnt even formulate a proper sentence.
Basically, Sehun began, taking pity on the poor souls. There are two bets going
on around here; Lu Han-hyung with Jongin, and Baekhyun-hyung with Kyungsoohyung.
I bet with Jongin that he couldnt seduce Kyungsoo, Lu Han grumbled out, still

looking very annoyed.

Baekhyun, on the other hand, was almost cackling with glee. While I bet with
Kyungsoo that he couldnt make the infamous Jongin fall in love with him.
And I won, Kyungsoo was smirking like the devil incarnate that he was. Well,
Jongin won too, didnt you?
Jongin, who was now beginning to work up a righteous rage, gaped down at his
nemesis-turned-lover. You were making a bet?
To which Kyungsoo promptly responded with rolled eyes. Oh please; nice to
meet you pot, Im kettle. Well, Jongin had no comeback to that, rage promptly
deflating.
Anyway, were going to do some tutoring, if you guys dont mind, Kyungsoo was
already tugging the younger male with him, licking his lips like a cat who was
going to have a lot of delicious cream. Jongin just let himself be pulled away, still
laughing over the whole scenario because if he didnt, hed start crying.
Wait, before you go, Lu Han called out. When exactly did you fall in love,
Kyungsoo?
The younger male blinked over the question, and then flushed a little. Ahwhen
he bought me a Pororo doll. Then they both ran off, uncaring of Lu Hans sudden
triumphant yell and Baekhyuns crestfallen expression.
Damn it, Baekhyun fished out another few notes, begrudgingly slapping them
on Lu Hans itchy palms.
In your face, sucker, was his arch-enemys gleeful response.
Basically, Sehun droned out at Chanyeols dumbfounded expression. Theres
actually three bets going around; Lu Han-hyung bet that Kyungsoo would fall in
love first, and Baekhyun-hyung bet that Jongin would.
Lu Han paused from counting. I dont think I told you about this bet.
The younger male shrugged. You didnt; I just put two and two together. The
four made their way towards the canteen, altogether pleased with the results.

So, Lu Han idly remarked as they found their seats and observed an interesting
exchange by the sandwich bar; a dark-haired, brooding-looking male pouting up
at an exasperated blonde. Bets, gentlemen?
Two hundred K, blondie falls first, Baekhyun announced.
Seconded, Sehun mumbled, sipping his milkshake.
Ill bet on brooding kid then, Chanyeol said.
Lu Han grinned devilishly. Excellent. Game on.

By the way. Jongin paused from devouring the creamy neck as a thought
niggled at his mind.
Hmm? Kyungsoo bent and kissed the tip of his nose, and damn if he didnt melt
right then and there, but the thought was really bugging him and he had to know.
How did you learnall this? Jongin waved his arms awkwardly.
The older male pondered the question for a moment, and then suddenly grinned.
Well, I dont know if youll believe me, but
But?
I had a very talented ex, Kyungsoo absently stroked the back of his neck,
caressing the sensitive skin. We didnt go all the way but I learned a lot from
him.

Well, now he was jealous. And why wont I believe you?

Because hes Kim Joonmyun. Then Kyungsoo was kissing him and effectively
ending the conversation, but just before his brains turned to mush again a
thought registered.
Wait, wasnt he the Student Council President?