easy a (2/???)
It’s Kikwang that kisses Doojoon first.
It’s not much of a surprise, he’s been waiting for the right moment to do so. Every time Doojoon leans to correct a spelling mistake, his breath hitched in his throat, intoxicated by the faint scent of his cologne. Doojoon’s eyes glint with passion when he talks about neurons and gray areas in the human brain, talking about memory and Pavlov’s classic conditioning. Kikwang wonders about if Yoseob’s dog, Yanggaeng can also be trained in such a way.
The moment arrives when Doojoon leans in to take a closer look at the essay question that Kikwang tries to solve, again intoxicating him with his cologne and he resists the urge to reach out and touch his cheeks.
So Kikwang leans in, pressing his lips against Doojoon’s. Their lips touch together for the briefest moment and he isn’t surprised when Doojoon snaps back, taken back and his fingers brushing against his own lips as if the kiss was stolen from him.
Kikwang blushes furiously. This was a very, very bad idea, stupid Yoseob convincing him to do this and stupid him to actually go through with this. There goes his chance of passing the class, was it too late to drop the course? Maybe he can take the course next semester with a different TA--
His thoughts are interrupted by soft lips against his own, a hand on the nape of his neck. His eyes are wide like he’s being kissed for the first time but he enjoys the sensation of Doojoon’s lips melting against his own, his hand brushing against the other’s cheek.
“Woah.” Doojoon breathes out when they pull away, his eyes wide.
"Woah." Kikwang can't help but to mimic Doojoon, his cheeks flushed and ears scarlet. "What was that?"
What a stupid question. Kikwang thinks to himself. Of course he knew what it was. He's the one that started it.
"I don't know." Doojoon shrugs. "I mean, I never-- Would never--"
"Yeah me neither." Kikwang cuts Doojoon off, preventing the situation from getting more awkward than it already is. "I should probably go." He frantically grabs his notes and textbook, shoving them in his backpack as he headed for the door.
"Wait." Doojoon calls out, and Kikwang stops. He should walk away, this was a mistake.
But he doesn't.
Doojoon reaches out and takes Kikwang's wrist in his hand, his grip spiking electricity through the younger's body.
"Let me check something." Doojoon says, his eyes the most serious they have ever been.
Kikwang is about to say a witty remark to break the tension but Doojoon's lips break them instead, pressing against Kikwang's as his hands were holding the younger’s face.
--
After that “study session”, somewhere along the way, Doojoon and Kikwang start spending more time together -- most of their days are spent lying idly on the couch of Doojoon’s apartment, his shirts unbuttoned and Kikwang in low slung sweatpants. They don’t mention that they can’t get caught outside the studio apartment, the breach of morals between them are silenced by the comfort they have found in each other.
“There’s this thing this weekend.” Doojoon starts off, his eyes not leaving the paper that he’s marking.
“Hm?” Kikwang asks, his legs resting on Doojoon’s lap, his head idly resting on the arm of the couch, his arms lifting up his notes.
“It’s a conference for dream research.”
“Nice.” Kikwang says, not bothering to look up from his notes.
“And I want you to come with me.”
Kikwang drops his notes on his lap and looks up at Doojoon, who only gives him a smile with hopeful eyes.
“No.” he says, picking up his notes again, eliciting a whine from the older man.
“Why not?”
“Because I have better things to do listen to a bunch of stuffy old people talk about what people do while they sleep.”
“It’ll give you extra credit.” Doojoon hums, reaching over to sweep Kikwang’s hair back. The younger shakes his hand off as he fixes his dark locks.
“No thanks. I got an A on my last paper.” he grins as he looks up at Doojoon.
“Hmm and who gave you that A?” Doojoon grins as he takes Kikwang’s legs off him, inching closer to the other’s face. Kikwang feels his hot breath on him, sending shivers down his spine and he puts his notes down on his lap and looks up at Doojoon, his eyes glinting.
“Hmm.” he taps his own his lips, looking pensive as he looked up at the ceiling. “I don’t know, you tell me.”
“Hmm. I wonder.” Doojoon grins before pressing his lips against Kikwang’s, locking his thumb and index finger under the other’s chin. Kikwang runs his fingers through Doojoon’s hair,
“To be fair, I feel like I earned that A.” Kikwang announces, pecking Doojoon’s lower lip.
“True.” Doojoon laughs, “You’re quite the master at getting what you want.”
--
“I don’t really believe in love.” he laughs bitterly, fingers tracing the rim of the wine glass. “It’s childish, it’s stupid, I don’t know.”
“Hm.” Doojoon doesn’t say much, but instead watches Kikwang crumble, slowly but surely, his bright expression cracking, turning into porcelain. “Was it a bad girlfriend?”
“No, actually.” Kikwang laughs, a little uneasily, crossing his legs. “It was my mom.”
“Your mom?” the taller man looks at him, surprised.
“You’re the psychologist, you tell me.” Kikwang bites his tongue and leans back on his chair, eyes glinting in amusement.
“Hm…” Doojoon taps his fingers against the table before speaking. “You saw your mom cheat on your dad with someone. A close friend of his. After you caught them together you started to believe that love doesn’t exist and never existed.” he leans back and flashes Kikwang a smile. “How did I do?”
“Close.” Kikwang laughs. “It was with one of my teachers, actually.”
“Ouch.”
“Yep. Second grade. Caught them during a ‘teacher-parent conference’. Thought it was odd that they had so many, I wasn’t doing that bad in school.”
“I’m sorry.” Doojoon blurts out.
“Why? You’re not the one that slept with my mom. That’d be kind of gross, actually.” Kikwang laughs before taking a sip of his wine, avoiding Doojoon’s intense gaze. Doojoon always saw Kikwang through his bones, behind the soft smiles and lingering fingers, the sadness that rested in his ribcage.
Kikwang hated that.
He hated being so vulnerable and sheet-thin in front of Doojoon. And he hated the way Doojoon was looking at him, his eyes so caring, a soft hand reaching to take his hand in his own.
Kikwang pulls his hand away and laughs.
“I should probably go, I have a paper to finish.”
Doojoon clears his throat before waving the waiter over to get the bill.
“Good luck.” he manages to say, grinning with warm eyes as always.
“Yeah thanks, I’ll need it, my psychologist TA is an ass.” Kikwang grins as he turns towards the door.
“I’m sure he has a great ass too!” Doojoon calls behind him.
Kikwang hides the small smile that play on his lips.
--
Yoseob is the first one to say it.
“You… Like him.”
“Do not.” Kikwang protests, his eyes fixated on the video game on the screen.
“Who does he li- I swear to God Lee Kikwang I’m gonna kick your ass.” Hyunseung’s eyebrows are furrowed, moving his character close enough to beat Kikwang’s character.
AJ, K.O. The screen flashes.
“You… killed me.” Kikwang looks at Hyunseung, stunned. “The betrayal. I taught you everything you know!!”
Hyunseung just shrugs, grabbing a handful of cheetos.
“Speaking of teaching, hello, you haven’t answered my question yet.” Yoseob waves his controller in front of Kikwang, who’s too busy trying to select a new character for the next round.
“I already answered it, I don’t like him.”
“Who the fuck is he talking about?” Hyunseung asks, spraying cheetos dust everywhere.
“His psychology TA.” Yoseob replies, his nose scrunched.
“Are you sleeping with your psychology TA? Shit.”
“He got an A on his last paper.”
“Maybe I should sleep with my math-”
“Don’t even think about it.” Yoseob shoots Hyunseung a look, in which he just sheepishly takes another handful of cheetos from the bag.
“Anyways, it’s more than just fucking around now, little Kwangie caught feelings.” Yoseob teases, reaching in to pinch one of Kikwang’s cheek. Kikwang swears under his breath and Hyunseung look at him, waiting for an answer.
“I don’t like him,” Kikwang slaps Yoseob’s hand away, resuming his focus on the screen. “I just need an A for this course to get a B average, that’s all.” he shrugs, taking a cheeto from Hyunseung’s hand.
“He’s lying.” Yoseob harshly whispers, snickering. Kikwang throws a couch cushion at him and the conversation is dropped.
author's note: hello everyone!! i am no longer active in the fic community (not that i was super active in the first place) so I'm posting whatever I had left on my google drives here! I'm not sure if I'll finish this fic, but I put the question marks just in case. Thank you so much for reading!