Permanent
Permanent
For: airongs
Rating: (R)
Length: (~3272 words)
Summary: (a bar named dark water is probably creepy enough to sober you up. unless you are kyungsoo. or heartbroken. or both)
Warning(s): (lapslock)
Author's Note: (i’ve written and rewritten this for a couple of times... i almost turned it into angst and you really don’t want to know about it. oh and also, i personally thank our great mods for their kind consideration! you guys rock! )
kyungsoo knows that what they have is merely physical. still, he wouldn't have guessed that chanyeol would ask for a 'break-up' while kyungsoo's kneeling before him and his dick in the younger male's mouth.
kyungsoo doesn't understand, because hell, chanyeol's shaft is still interested in him and that thing couldn't lie for sure! how can chanyeol's mind stray then?? the guy isn't even able to double-task texting while speaking (he once texted his professor total gibberish of his 'condom-sales' conversation with baekhyun-which obviously was quite related to economy but not his current topic at the moment-he spent an entire month making up for the credits lost from that).
"i'm sorry kyungsoo, we should stop doing this."
kyungsoo unconsciously tightens his grip-
chanyeol doesn't even wince as he continues speaking, now with sparkling eyes and stupid goofy smile, "i think i'm in love with jongin."
“but jongin is str-“
“i would still love him if he was a miley cyrus.”
that has been the fastest limp dick kyungsoo can achieve without any cold shower.
chanyeol however is still hard when he puts on his pants and leaves.
so kyungsoo can selfishly consider it a win after all.
even with a not-so-obvious broken heart on his part.
-
the walk to that suspicious bar is impromptu.
kyungsoo really doesn't want to be alone tonight-he was left-hanging after all. and he totally can’t call baekhyun or the older male would have the satisfaction of saying ‘i told you so’ and nope, kyungsoo has too much pride on his plate.
he needs a man-
or not, he really can't get over chanyeol that fast. he used to think they would turn out like that couple in the novel he read-from lusting to lasting.
he really should stop reading fictions.
maybe he can use a bottle of beer....
or ten.
the owner of the bar is even more suspicious than the bar's all black interiors and name (who even named their bar dark water?)
kyungsoo quickly gets over his anxiety once the owner (tao, he said his name is) serves him a glass of the strongest liquor the bar owns.
right, he is here for refreshment, and a temporary bandage over his desperately bleeding heart. he has no time to mull over an eccentric person's choice to start a business.
after his seventh glass, the black blurs into rainbow colors and tao's face morphs into cute teddy bear.
kyungsoo giggles to himself, "you're cute!"
tao raises an eyebrow and takes the current unfinished glass away from kyungsoo, despite his protest.
"i think you've had enough, mr.customer, i don't want to drag your lifeless body out when i closed the bar."
kyungsoo pouts, "meanie!", he slams down his bills on the bar and staggers to his feet.
"wait a minute, mr.customer!", tao suddenly has a very shrill annoying voice when he calls out.
"what?", kyungsoo sulkily turns around.
"we're new in the town, so we give out souvenirs to our early customers!", tao looks pretty much... gleaming and hostile. even in his drunken state, kyungsoo knows he can't say no to the 'gift'.
"..o-okay.", kyungsoo hesitantly takes the small black pouch from tao's palms-he weighs it down first before shoving it in his jean's pocket.
"careful on your way home, mr.customer! please come again!"
why is a bar owner that noisy? aren’t they like supposed to be cool like sebastian? wait a minute.
kyungsoo doesn't understand. is his whole life a lie?
he doesn't understand either why the lamp post keeps blocking his way back to his apartment.
"are you trying to pick a fight with me?!", he poses a fighting stance and glares at the innocent light bulb.
"you stupid lamp!", as he swings the first punch that never reaches, kyungsoo stumbles back and lands on the pavement. the small pouch jumps out from his pocket-a tiny bell sound ringing close to it.
kyungsoo groans and closes his eyes.
he feels sleepy.
the bell sound gets louder...
his eyes are so heavy.
and louder.
but this isn't his bed.
and louder...
his bed isn't concrete, is it?
his bed is very so very soft-
hmph?!
someone pulls him up abruptly; breaking his definition of balance.
kyungsoo sways from feet to feet before he limps forward. he can see that the mean lamp post wants to take a revenge. on his forehead.no!
"i really don't expect to have a dumb new master."
kyungsoo falls into a very sturdy chest instead-a man? who smells like cinnamon and chocolate.
"master?", kyungsoo slurs and tries hard to lift his head, he wants to at least recognize the man who saved him from the evil lamp post. maybe he can pose as a witness in the court after
kyungsoo files a lawsuit against that snobby lamp post.
kyungsoo blinks. he's got a face full of beauty and pretty smirk; black curls of hair falling across pale cheeks and golden (what?) eyes. the man's lips are perfectly pink and moist, looking so very soft and inviting.
kyungsoo isn't rude, he wouldn't decline such a friendly invitation.
his hands find anchor on the stranger's shoulders, nimble fingers grasping for dear life on... god, even his clothes feel soft against his palm!; kyungsoo has mastered the art of tiptoeing since chanyeol and he made a silent agreement of being 'fuck buddies', so sloppily slanting drunken lips on the hottie's isn't a very hard thing to do, considering this hottie is not as tall as chanyeol and more closer to kyungsoo's height.
the stranger stays pliant under his ministration-but kyungsoo won't take another no tonight so he presses harder, both with his lips and hips; he can almost feel sparks of excitement pressing against his thigh.
please. just. please.
kyungsoo doesn't expect the air being stolen out of his lungs, quite literally, and it is as if the world folds and molds him into shredded papers.
when he finds the concept of reality back, kyungsoo feels himself being thrown to a bed.
his bed?
oh right, this is his.
his bed is soft. his bed is clean.
his bed also smells like chan-
the stranger is on him before he can finish that line of thought, he grinds down even harder against kyungsoo. pretty mouth and sneaky tongue lap down kyungsoo's neck and leave bite marks all over pale column. his knee forces kyungsoo's legs apart before he fits himself between them, squishing both... oh, does kyungsoo feel mutual interests right there?
he doesn't remember much about lightning-like hands and fingers which take off his clothes and jeans like they have never been there in the first place.
but kyungsoo remembers when hot skin meets in a silent embrace.
"i never had a master who requires me to serve them this way."
these words are spoken against his ear, intimate caress of honey voice and chocolate-tasted breath.
kyungsoo hums an appreciation, much too drunk to comprehend the meaning of that sentence.
he can only feel pleasure singing, thrumming like the beginning of a war beneath his skin, when the stranger finally gives him the release he's yearning for.
the rest of the night doesn't require him to think about chanyeol...
so it's another win.
even if he'll probably regret it in the morning.
-
he does not only regret his decision to sleep with a stranger. he almost voluntarily calls mental institution and asks for an immediate admit when he realizes, with wide eyes, that the stranger, in his glory nakedness and wonderful set of pride, has tails! tail! with an ‘s’!
nine freaking tails!!!
oh my god. his hand inches closer to his iPhone and probably he’s really crazy.
that... stranger-creature softly slaps his hand away. his golden eyes gleam.
what has he done in his previous life to deserve this punishment!!! kyungsoo screams.
not only does he have tails! tail! with an ‘s’! the stranger-creature also have the ability of teleporting and... and fucking flying!
“who are you?!”, kyungsoo scrambles around his thick blanket, hoping for a defense granted. his fingers accidentally grab around something weird on the cotton-less wet, but still sticky, oh my god, did he just touch dried cum?!
he shrieks and throws the blanket away. the substance feels hot on his palm, much too hot for a human’s dried and dead sperms. he hastily wipes it down on the blanket, the fragrant aroma doesn’t miss his nose though. he is tempted to take a sniff but hell no! a human’s cum can’t smell that good!
the stranger-creature observes him with an amused expression, curious over kyungsoo’s rich reactions.
his nine tails (tail! with an ‘s’!) sway back and forth in the air. kyungsoo holds on for dear life on his pillow and gapes because the tails, he realizes, are humongous! almost reaching his ceilings.
that stranger-creature notices his wonder and lets a tail gently caress kyungsoo’s bare calf-kyungsoo only has half of his mind not to faint because the tail is fucking real!!!
he is grinning when he sees kyungsoo’s pale face.
“i'm your companion, master. you can call me luhan.”
-
his status of having a companion is permanent. no matter how much kyungsoo demanded it to be rescinded. because according to the spirits book of stupidity, the most powerful contract is being written through physical contact-touch, shaking hands, and the strongest one, sex.
not to mention that kyungsoo apparently renewed the contract quite a few times since the first because round one is never enough in kyungsoo’s life.
renewing the contract means longer bond and extra power to facilitate. luhan told him that he was not one to have a contract through sex either so he doesn’t know what exactly will change between them. he only knew that a spirit he once knew had so many kind of powers enough to manipulate and ruin people its master didn’t like and was suspected as sex-bonded.
one way or another, normal is already beyond his reach.
-
“you! don’t eat baekhyun’s taeyeon poster, oh my god, you drop that right now or i'll stab one of your tails with this very sharp pencil!”, kyungsoo threatens manically-that luhan creature is currently venturing around baekhyun’s fully glued-with-posters walls which no one ever in their shared apartment had even dared think of approaching.
“what is a pencil?”, the creature’s eyes sparkle as he flies towards kyungsoo, two unopened, probably new (oh my god!) package of taeyeon-related things in his grip.
kyungsoo shrieks, “get away from me! and put those things back to their place oh my god baekhyun’s gonna kill me!”
luhan drops the packages on the floor and frowns, “who’s going to kill you? how dare he, i'm not gonna allow that! don't worry master, i’m going to protect you!”
the poor packages let out a very ugly sound of cracks and rips and kyungsoo can pretty much see his life crashing down by the name of baekhyun’s wrath.
“great! now i have to look for a new fucking apartment!”, he throws his hands up in frustration and stomps away from luhan. what spirit! at least the spirits he saw in animes fights bad creatures! luhan is useless to the core! (even if his ass doesn’t agree about it).
kyungsoo is in the middle of packing all his clothes and belongings (he was not joking about baekhyun and his love for taeyeon. a person who dedicates himself singing everyday for five hours about someone he has never met in person is someone he wouldn’t mess with) when the door opens and baekhyun’s shrill horrifying scream is heard.
he can only slap his forehead and pray that he can at least leave with a few bites or scratches.
once he gets out from his room, he is met with baekhyun’s glare. kyungsoo manages to look around first to secure his proofs of guilt before he uneasily grins at baekhyun. but hey... the ruined posters are not that bad and those broken packages are nowhere to be seen now.
“hey, baek...”, kyungsoo cautiously greets his friend.
baekhyun crosses his arms and frowns, “we agree not to bring our partners here! and it’s you out of all people!”
“what?”
baekhyun shoves a thumb at their kitchen’s direction, where the fridge door is open and a tuff of black curly hair can be seen behind the kitchen island, “your boyfriend is eating jongin’s puddings and for god sake, kyungsoo! at least tell him to put on some clothes when he’s getting something to eat in between whatever you two’ve been doing!”
“but-“
baekhyun glares at him, “no! i don’t want to hear any details! and yes please, take him out the kitchen or anywhere that i can see!”
kyungsoo pouts, “luhan!”
“yes, master?”, luhan peeks from behind the counter, with a face smeared with something that closely resembles a thing that baekhyun must’ve thought about.
“oh my god! i won’t even ask about the master thingy but kyungsoo, do clean him up before i judge you for the rest of my life!”, baekhyun fabulously clicks his tongue and goes into his room.
kyungsoo gawks, how did it turn out like this?!
“yes, master. how can i serve you?”
luhan comes up with a very inappropriate question alongside his birthday suit. his tails are
apparently nonexistent and why the hell does he not tell kyungsoo that he can do that before!!!
kyungsoo's perfectly aware that another slap to his forehead wouldn’t relish this embarrassment for the rest of his life-so he chooses to stomp on luhan’s foot instead.
-
“your ex is here with sehun... a new boytoy, huh...”, jongdae graciously announces before he takes a seat in front of kyungsoo at their usual table.
kyungsoo scoffs, “what ex? ex-fuckbuddy sounds fucking stupid... he can fuck all straight guys in seoul and see if i care.”
it’s been a month since then... kyungsoo was too busy teaching anything luhan needs to live normally, jongin is still straight (meaning one or the other), and he could no longer rely on baekhyun for gossips since the guy decided to go all out with his obsession and camp in front of snsd’s dorm, serenading taeyeon every night and sending letters and flowers every morning.
last thing he heard, baekhyun’s gained quite a number of followers on his twitter account for his bravery. kyungsoo’s lost quite a faith over humanity since then...
“awwie, don’t be defensive, sweetheart, at least now you got this pretty boyfriend of yours right?”, jongdae winks at luhan, who’s obediently sitting beside his master, or kyungie, per se, since kyungsoo has made him stop using ‘master’ one day with a very firm grasp around one of
his tails. though kyungsoo constantly lets slips of tongue pass when he’s feeling kinky enough or when he’s riding his companion.
“he’s not my boyfriend.”, kyungsoo nonchalantly comments while adding a few meats to luhan’s bowl. the fox excitedly glomps down his lunch all the while leaning even closer to his master-
his arm a persistent presence against kyungsoo’s.
jongdae rolls his eyes, “a friend you sleep with and whose food you fuss about, yea, yea, same thing.”
“shut up jongdae.”
-
“go away chanyeol.”, kyungsoo hisses.
chanyeol is stubborn as he blocks his way back to the class. this is getting stupid. kyungsoo needs to finish class as soon as possible and buy groceries with luhan because it’s Tuesday night (and since when does this become a habit he doesn’t even know). luhan would nag if he’s late and he’ll still be nagging even in the middle of a round of steamy sex-or the next one. and that kind of thing’s only quite hot if kyungsoo’s two level drunk. the rest? it's simply annoying.
an annoying intercourse means unsatisfied kyungsoo and unsatisfied kyungsoo means tired kyungsoo in the morning and tired kyungsoo means death of people in the world. it just doesn’t work.
“i know you still want me...”, chanyeol arrogantly states with that puppy face.
kyungsoo flinches, “oh my god. did you hit your head or something? that was the most disgusting thing i've ever heard.”
“come on, kyungsoo.”, chanyeol smiles creepily and grabs his arm, “i know it deep down you still want me to fuck you, to make you beg and-“
“fucking what?!”, kyungsoo angrily tugs his arm back and in the heat of moment, lost his balance. he stumbles back, into two waiting arms and warm chest.
he feels familiar body heat first before the low chocolate-tasted breath tickles his nose, “did he hurt you?”
“luhan, what are you doing here?”
they've agreed that luhan can only come with him to college on Friday-so later they can go out and maybe grab dinners. kyungsoo startles himself with the realization that somehow luhan’s presence in his life is becoming quite a tight schedule to follow... and he’s even more surprised that he doesn’t mind.
“who is this? your new boyfriend? oh... or only a fuck buddy too? would he be interested in a threesome then, soo?”
kyungsoo turns his head so fast he could’ve snapped his neck, his eyes are filled with anger and jealousy. jealousy? are you sure? why is he jealous? why is he even angry at the first place? because chanyeol treats him like a slut or because luhan is not his boyfriend?
“you bastard-“
“how dare you insult my kyungsoo!”
kyungsoo has never known that luhan can punch that hard and neither has he tried to find out. and from today, he would never attempt even once to find out more.
chanyeol is currently sprawled on the ground with a very visible broken nose and terrified eyes-concerned people are gradually starting to swarm around him while kyungsoo is pulling luhan away from throwing another punch or kick.
“stop it luhan! they'll take you away from me!”
if kyungsoo really thought about it, he really didn’t mean to sound that dramatic but-that was the very first thing that came up in mind and the very true too.
luhan finally gives in and allows himself to be dragged away back to their home.
-
“you know, you can’t just punch people like that. i’ve allowed you to annoy and prank people using your power but i’ve never consented you to physically harm people, okay?”, kyungsoo flicks luhan’s forehead. they are sitting on his bed, while kyungsoo’s checking for wounds even if the fox’s human-form is not even in the slightest scratched-not even his knuckles which have succeeded breaking chanyeol’s bones.
luhan can only pout and hang his head low, “but he insulted you!”
kyungsoo shakes his head and softly pushes luhan’s cheek with a finger, “i thought we agreed that my private matters remain mine to decide about and you can only act on behalf my agreement.”
“still...”, he stubbornly insists.
kyungsoo snorts, “i don’t mean that much to you, okay...”, he makes to leave and put the useless first-aid box back to its place but luhan’s hand around his wrist stops him.
“you do.”, the fox’s eyes are solemn and steady, gazing into kyungsoo’s startled orbs.
“what?”
“i don’t want his dirty hands to touch you.”, luhan squeezes reassuringly, his cute frown intensifies.
kyungsoo seems taken aback... when was the last time he got this almost-confession? one that can actually move his heart without being so fake? spirits can’t even lie.
“you know what...”, kyungsoo smiles, he places the box on the night stand and wraps his arms around luhan, “you look pretty hot like that, want to renew our contract again?”
For: airongs
Rating: (R)
Length: (~3272 words)
Summary: (a bar named dark water is probably creepy enough to sober you up. unless you are kyungsoo. or heartbroken. or both)
Warning(s): (lapslock)
Author's Note: (i’ve written and rewritten this for a couple of times... i almost turned it into angst and you really don’t want to know about it. oh and also, i personally thank our great mods for their kind consideration! you guys rock! )
kyungsoo knows that what they have is merely physical. still, he wouldn't have guessed that chanyeol would ask for a 'break-up' while kyungsoo's kneeling before him and his dick in the younger male's mouth.
kyungsoo doesn't understand, because hell, chanyeol's shaft is still interested in him and that thing couldn't lie for sure! how can chanyeol's mind stray then?? the guy isn't even able to double-task texting while speaking (he once texted his professor total gibberish of his 'condom-sales' conversation with baekhyun-which obviously was quite related to economy but not his current topic at the moment-he spent an entire month making up for the credits lost from that).
"i'm sorry kyungsoo, we should stop doing this."
kyungsoo unconsciously tightens his grip-
chanyeol doesn't even wince as he continues speaking, now with sparkling eyes and stupid goofy smile, "i think i'm in love with jongin."
“but jongin is str-“
“i would still love him if he was a miley cyrus.”
that has been the fastest limp dick kyungsoo can achieve without any cold shower.
chanyeol however is still hard when he puts on his pants and leaves.
so kyungsoo can selfishly consider it a win after all.
even with a not-so-obvious broken heart on his part.
-
the walk to that suspicious bar is impromptu.
kyungsoo really doesn't want to be alone tonight-he was left-hanging after all. and he totally can’t call baekhyun or the older male would have the satisfaction of saying ‘i told you so’ and nope, kyungsoo has too much pride on his plate.
he needs a man-
or not, he really can't get over chanyeol that fast. he used to think they would turn out like that couple in the novel he read-from lusting to lasting.
he really should stop reading fictions.
maybe he can use a bottle of beer....
or ten.
the owner of the bar is even more suspicious than the bar's all black interiors and name (who even named their bar dark water?)
kyungsoo quickly gets over his anxiety once the owner (tao, he said his name is) serves him a glass of the strongest liquor the bar owns.
right, he is here for refreshment, and a temporary bandage over his desperately bleeding heart. he has no time to mull over an eccentric person's choice to start a business.
after his seventh glass, the black blurs into rainbow colors and tao's face morphs into cute teddy bear.
kyungsoo giggles to himself, "you're cute!"
tao raises an eyebrow and takes the current unfinished glass away from kyungsoo, despite his protest.
"i think you've had enough, mr.customer, i don't want to drag your lifeless body out when i closed the bar."
kyungsoo pouts, "meanie!", he slams down his bills on the bar and staggers to his feet.
"wait a minute, mr.customer!", tao suddenly has a very shrill annoying voice when he calls out.
"what?", kyungsoo sulkily turns around.
"we're new in the town, so we give out souvenirs to our early customers!", tao looks pretty much... gleaming and hostile. even in his drunken state, kyungsoo knows he can't say no to the 'gift'.
"..o-okay.", kyungsoo hesitantly takes the small black pouch from tao's palms-he weighs it down first before shoving it in his jean's pocket.
"careful on your way home, mr.customer! please come again!"
why is a bar owner that noisy? aren’t they like supposed to be cool like sebastian? wait a minute.
kyungsoo doesn't understand. is his whole life a lie?
he doesn't understand either why the lamp post keeps blocking his way back to his apartment.
"are you trying to pick a fight with me?!", he poses a fighting stance and glares at the innocent light bulb.
"you stupid lamp!", as he swings the first punch that never reaches, kyungsoo stumbles back and lands on the pavement. the small pouch jumps out from his pocket-a tiny bell sound ringing close to it.
kyungsoo groans and closes his eyes.
he feels sleepy.
the bell sound gets louder...
his eyes are so heavy.
and louder.
but this isn't his bed.
and louder...
his bed isn't concrete, is it?
his bed is very so very soft-
hmph?!
someone pulls him up abruptly; breaking his definition of balance.
kyungsoo sways from feet to feet before he limps forward. he can see that the mean lamp post wants to take a revenge. on his forehead.no!
"i really don't expect to have a dumb new master."
kyungsoo falls into a very sturdy chest instead-a man? who smells like cinnamon and chocolate.
"master?", kyungsoo slurs and tries hard to lift his head, he wants to at least recognize the man who saved him from the evil lamp post. maybe he can pose as a witness in the court after
kyungsoo files a lawsuit against that snobby lamp post.
kyungsoo blinks. he's got a face full of beauty and pretty smirk; black curls of hair falling across pale cheeks and golden (what?) eyes. the man's lips are perfectly pink and moist, looking so very soft and inviting.
kyungsoo isn't rude, he wouldn't decline such a friendly invitation.
his hands find anchor on the stranger's shoulders, nimble fingers grasping for dear life on... god, even his clothes feel soft against his palm!; kyungsoo has mastered the art of tiptoeing since chanyeol and he made a silent agreement of being 'fuck buddies', so sloppily slanting drunken lips on the hottie's isn't a very hard thing to do, considering this hottie is not as tall as chanyeol and more closer to kyungsoo's height.
the stranger stays pliant under his ministration-but kyungsoo won't take another no tonight so he presses harder, both with his lips and hips; he can almost feel sparks of excitement pressing against his thigh.
please. just. please.
kyungsoo doesn't expect the air being stolen out of his lungs, quite literally, and it is as if the world folds and molds him into shredded papers.
when he finds the concept of reality back, kyungsoo feels himself being thrown to a bed.
his bed?
oh right, this is his.
his bed is soft. his bed is clean.
his bed also smells like chan-
the stranger is on him before he can finish that line of thought, he grinds down even harder against kyungsoo. pretty mouth and sneaky tongue lap down kyungsoo's neck and leave bite marks all over pale column. his knee forces kyungsoo's legs apart before he fits himself between them, squishing both... oh, does kyungsoo feel mutual interests right there?
he doesn't remember much about lightning-like hands and fingers which take off his clothes and jeans like they have never been there in the first place.
but kyungsoo remembers when hot skin meets in a silent embrace.
"i never had a master who requires me to serve them this way."
these words are spoken against his ear, intimate caress of honey voice and chocolate-tasted breath.
kyungsoo hums an appreciation, much too drunk to comprehend the meaning of that sentence.
he can only feel pleasure singing, thrumming like the beginning of a war beneath his skin, when the stranger finally gives him the release he's yearning for.
the rest of the night doesn't require him to think about chanyeol...
so it's another win.
even if he'll probably regret it in the morning.
-
he does not only regret his decision to sleep with a stranger. he almost voluntarily calls mental institution and asks for an immediate admit when he realizes, with wide eyes, that the stranger, in his glory nakedness and wonderful set of pride, has tails! tail! with an ‘s’!
nine freaking tails!!!
oh my god. his hand inches closer to his iPhone and probably he’s really crazy.
that... stranger-creature softly slaps his hand away. his golden eyes gleam.
what has he done in his previous life to deserve this punishment!!! kyungsoo screams.
not only does he have tails! tail! with an ‘s’! the stranger-creature also have the ability of teleporting and... and fucking flying!
“who are you?!”, kyungsoo scrambles around his thick blanket, hoping for a defense granted. his fingers accidentally grab around something weird on the cotton-less wet, but still sticky, oh my god, did he just touch dried cum?!
he shrieks and throws the blanket away. the substance feels hot on his palm, much too hot for a human’s dried and dead sperms. he hastily wipes it down on the blanket, the fragrant aroma doesn’t miss his nose though. he is tempted to take a sniff but hell no! a human’s cum can’t smell that good!
the stranger-creature observes him with an amused expression, curious over kyungsoo’s rich reactions.
his nine tails (tail! with an ‘s’!) sway back and forth in the air. kyungsoo holds on for dear life on his pillow and gapes because the tails, he realizes, are humongous! almost reaching his ceilings.
that stranger-creature notices his wonder and lets a tail gently caress kyungsoo’s bare calf-kyungsoo only has half of his mind not to faint because the tail is fucking real!!!
he is grinning when he sees kyungsoo’s pale face.
“i'm your companion, master. you can call me luhan.”
-
his status of having a companion is permanent. no matter how much kyungsoo demanded it to be rescinded. because according to the spirits book of stupidity, the most powerful contract is being written through physical contact-touch, shaking hands, and the strongest one, sex.
not to mention that kyungsoo apparently renewed the contract quite a few times since the first because round one is never enough in kyungsoo’s life.
renewing the contract means longer bond and extra power to facilitate. luhan told him that he was not one to have a contract through sex either so he doesn’t know what exactly will change between them. he only knew that a spirit he once knew had so many kind of powers enough to manipulate and ruin people its master didn’t like and was suspected as sex-bonded.
one way or another, normal is already beyond his reach.
-
“you! don’t eat baekhyun’s taeyeon poster, oh my god, you drop that right now or i'll stab one of your tails with this very sharp pencil!”, kyungsoo threatens manically-that luhan creature is currently venturing around baekhyun’s fully glued-with-posters walls which no one ever in their shared apartment had even dared think of approaching.
“what is a pencil?”, the creature’s eyes sparkle as he flies towards kyungsoo, two unopened, probably new (oh my god!) package of taeyeon-related things in his grip.
kyungsoo shrieks, “get away from me! and put those things back to their place oh my god baekhyun’s gonna kill me!”
luhan drops the packages on the floor and frowns, “who’s going to kill you? how dare he, i'm not gonna allow that! don't worry master, i’m going to protect you!”
the poor packages let out a very ugly sound of cracks and rips and kyungsoo can pretty much see his life crashing down by the name of baekhyun’s wrath.
“great! now i have to look for a new fucking apartment!”, he throws his hands up in frustration and stomps away from luhan. what spirit! at least the spirits he saw in animes fights bad creatures! luhan is useless to the core! (even if his ass doesn’t agree about it).
kyungsoo is in the middle of packing all his clothes and belongings (he was not joking about baekhyun and his love for taeyeon. a person who dedicates himself singing everyday for five hours about someone he has never met in person is someone he wouldn’t mess with) when the door opens and baekhyun’s shrill horrifying scream is heard.
he can only slap his forehead and pray that he can at least leave with a few bites or scratches.
once he gets out from his room, he is met with baekhyun’s glare. kyungsoo manages to look around first to secure his proofs of guilt before he uneasily grins at baekhyun. but hey... the ruined posters are not that bad and those broken packages are nowhere to be seen now.
“hey, baek...”, kyungsoo cautiously greets his friend.
baekhyun crosses his arms and frowns, “we agree not to bring our partners here! and it’s you out of all people!”
“what?”
baekhyun shoves a thumb at their kitchen’s direction, where the fridge door is open and a tuff of black curly hair can be seen behind the kitchen island, “your boyfriend is eating jongin’s puddings and for god sake, kyungsoo! at least tell him to put on some clothes when he’s getting something to eat in between whatever you two’ve been doing!”
“but-“
baekhyun glares at him, “no! i don’t want to hear any details! and yes please, take him out the kitchen or anywhere that i can see!”
kyungsoo pouts, “luhan!”
“yes, master?”, luhan peeks from behind the counter, with a face smeared with something that closely resembles a thing that baekhyun must’ve thought about.
“oh my god! i won’t even ask about the master thingy but kyungsoo, do clean him up before i judge you for the rest of my life!”, baekhyun fabulously clicks his tongue and goes into his room.
kyungsoo gawks, how did it turn out like this?!
“yes, master. how can i serve you?”
luhan comes up with a very inappropriate question alongside his birthday suit. his tails are
apparently nonexistent and why the hell does he not tell kyungsoo that he can do that before!!!
kyungsoo's perfectly aware that another slap to his forehead wouldn’t relish this embarrassment for the rest of his life-so he chooses to stomp on luhan’s foot instead.
-
“your ex is here with sehun... a new boytoy, huh...”, jongdae graciously announces before he takes a seat in front of kyungsoo at their usual table.
kyungsoo scoffs, “what ex? ex-fuckbuddy sounds fucking stupid... he can fuck all straight guys in seoul and see if i care.”
it’s been a month since then... kyungsoo was too busy teaching anything luhan needs to live normally, jongin is still straight (meaning one or the other), and he could no longer rely on baekhyun for gossips since the guy decided to go all out with his obsession and camp in front of snsd’s dorm, serenading taeyeon every night and sending letters and flowers every morning.
last thing he heard, baekhyun’s gained quite a number of followers on his twitter account for his bravery. kyungsoo’s lost quite a faith over humanity since then...
“awwie, don’t be defensive, sweetheart, at least now you got this pretty boyfriend of yours right?”, jongdae winks at luhan, who’s obediently sitting beside his master, or kyungie, per se, since kyungsoo has made him stop using ‘master’ one day with a very firm grasp around one of
his tails. though kyungsoo constantly lets slips of tongue pass when he’s feeling kinky enough or when he’s riding his companion.
“he’s not my boyfriend.”, kyungsoo nonchalantly comments while adding a few meats to luhan’s bowl. the fox excitedly glomps down his lunch all the while leaning even closer to his master-
his arm a persistent presence against kyungsoo’s.
jongdae rolls his eyes, “a friend you sleep with and whose food you fuss about, yea, yea, same thing.”
“shut up jongdae.”
-
“go away chanyeol.”, kyungsoo hisses.
chanyeol is stubborn as he blocks his way back to the class. this is getting stupid. kyungsoo needs to finish class as soon as possible and buy groceries with luhan because it’s Tuesday night (and since when does this become a habit he doesn’t even know). luhan would nag if he’s late and he’ll still be nagging even in the middle of a round of steamy sex-or the next one. and that kind of thing’s only quite hot if kyungsoo’s two level drunk. the rest? it's simply annoying.
an annoying intercourse means unsatisfied kyungsoo and unsatisfied kyungsoo means tired kyungsoo in the morning and tired kyungsoo means death of people in the world. it just doesn’t work.
“i know you still want me...”, chanyeol arrogantly states with that puppy face.
kyungsoo flinches, “oh my god. did you hit your head or something? that was the most disgusting thing i've ever heard.”
“come on, kyungsoo.”, chanyeol smiles creepily and grabs his arm, “i know it deep down you still want me to fuck you, to make you beg and-“
“fucking what?!”, kyungsoo angrily tugs his arm back and in the heat of moment, lost his balance. he stumbles back, into two waiting arms and warm chest.
he feels familiar body heat first before the low chocolate-tasted breath tickles his nose, “did he hurt you?”
“luhan, what are you doing here?”
they've agreed that luhan can only come with him to college on Friday-so later they can go out and maybe grab dinners. kyungsoo startles himself with the realization that somehow luhan’s presence in his life is becoming quite a tight schedule to follow... and he’s even more surprised that he doesn’t mind.
“who is this? your new boyfriend? oh... or only a fuck buddy too? would he be interested in a threesome then, soo?”
kyungsoo turns his head so fast he could’ve snapped his neck, his eyes are filled with anger and jealousy. jealousy? are you sure? why is he jealous? why is he even angry at the first place? because chanyeol treats him like a slut or because luhan is not his boyfriend?
“you bastard-“
“how dare you insult my kyungsoo!”
kyungsoo has never known that luhan can punch that hard and neither has he tried to find out. and from today, he would never attempt even once to find out more.
chanyeol is currently sprawled on the ground with a very visible broken nose and terrified eyes-concerned people are gradually starting to swarm around him while kyungsoo is pulling luhan away from throwing another punch or kick.
“stop it luhan! they'll take you away from me!”
if kyungsoo really thought about it, he really didn’t mean to sound that dramatic but-that was the very first thing that came up in mind and the very true too.
luhan finally gives in and allows himself to be dragged away back to their home.
-
“you know, you can’t just punch people like that. i’ve allowed you to annoy and prank people using your power but i’ve never consented you to physically harm people, okay?”, kyungsoo flicks luhan’s forehead. they are sitting on his bed, while kyungsoo’s checking for wounds even if the fox’s human-form is not even in the slightest scratched-not even his knuckles which have succeeded breaking chanyeol’s bones.
luhan can only pout and hang his head low, “but he insulted you!”
kyungsoo shakes his head and softly pushes luhan’s cheek with a finger, “i thought we agreed that my private matters remain mine to decide about and you can only act on behalf my agreement.”
“still...”, he stubbornly insists.
kyungsoo snorts, “i don’t mean that much to you, okay...”, he makes to leave and put the useless first-aid box back to its place but luhan’s hand around his wrist stops him.
“you do.”, the fox’s eyes are solemn and steady, gazing into kyungsoo’s startled orbs.
“what?”
“i don’t want his dirty hands to touch you.”, luhan squeezes reassuringly, his cute frown intensifies.
kyungsoo seems taken aback... when was the last time he got this almost-confession? one that can actually move his heart without being so fake? spirits can’t even lie.
“you know what...”, kyungsoo smiles, he places the box on the night stand and wraps his arms around luhan, “you look pretty hot like that, want to renew our contract again?”