Gossip (Kai/Kyungsoo)
Kyungsoo POV. Adult themes.
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”You’re gay, aren’t you?”
That’s how it began. I had heard all about Kai before. At our university, he’s practically legend, and truth be told gossip here is difficult to resist. I had heard about Kai’s flashy lines and the lavishing dates he would take girls on. He was every bit a player, but my closest friends refused to believe that. They all wanted to date him too. They wanted to be a notch in his belt. Sex with Kai, girls would say, isn’t just sex.
Yet to me, he began with, “You’re gay, aren’t you?”
I hate to be a cliche. The one person he wants who doesn’t want him, but oh God, I really did not want him. Sure, he’s attractive, he has style, but any curiosity I had about him was crushed with just four words.
It might be over-sensitive of me, but I can’t stand when the other students around here refer to me that way. I should have expected it when I was foolish enough to come out to who I thought was a friend. I never told her not to tell, but you’d think that sort of thing is a given. This university loves gossip and I’m a part of that cycle. I just hate being that. The gay one. I hate thinking that everyone, even the great Kai, knows me by my sexuality.
I had let my emotions show in my voice, rendering up as much attitude as possible. “It’s none of your business who I am.”
I’d walked away, and he’d followed. He kept following for a week. He never seemed to turn on that supposed charm of his. He was always so direct with me.
He’d say; “I want to try it with a guy.”, “You’re hot, I’m hot.”, “You’ll never hear from me again.”
I’d say; “No.” “No.” “No.”
He was breaking me down and I didn’t even know it. I couldn’t help thinking of him when he finally did leave me alone. His directness painted a rather direct picture. I never would have thought he was my type but when I thought of it, I liked it.
It’s just sex. No strings attached.
There was new gossip. Kai was spending a lot of time with the gay guy. He hadn’t been out with a girl in a while. I had never been so aggravated with gossip.
People started asking me bluntly what was going on between us. I had no idea what to say. ‘Nothing’ was the answer, but it was so far from their business that I didn’t want to give them that. College was becoming more and more like high school.
I found Kai. I took him back to my dorm. I don’t know what I was thinking.
I just started fussing at him. I told him I hated the attention and I hated him. I asked him if he was just messing with me. I convinced myself right in front of him that he was, that this was all a messed up passive way of bullying someone. Kai had never cared about me. I was just the gay one to him.
He kissed me, that asshole, as if a kiss could take away all my anger. I shoved him. Then he spoke.
“You’re studying design.”
I stared at him.
He continued, “You’re nitpicky, over-organized, born and raised in Seoul, you love music, you’re great at karaoke but bad at speaking in public, you always smell good and you care way too much what other people think. You’re more than the gay one.” He looked way too smug when he added, “And you’re going to like it when I fuck you.”
What the hell? I’d thought. It’s just sex.
No matter what Kai tells himself, it was just sex. It was just awkward sex, because he was talking a big game but acting overly cautious, staring at me with questioning eyes as if he needed permission for every move he made. I had to walk him through everything, if not vocally then physically moving him where he needed to move.
But…
The next time was a little more than just sex, and the time after that was blossoming into something special.
I’ve been dating Kai for three years.
We’re, you know, that gay couple.
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”You’re gay, aren’t you?”
That’s how it began. I had heard all about Kai before. At our university, he’s practically legend, and truth be told gossip here is difficult to resist. I had heard about Kai’s flashy lines and the lavishing dates he would take girls on. He was every bit a player, but my closest friends refused to believe that. They all wanted to date him too. They wanted to be a notch in his belt. Sex with Kai, girls would say, isn’t just sex.
Yet to me, he began with, “You’re gay, aren’t you?”
I hate to be a cliche. The one person he wants who doesn’t want him, but oh God, I really did not want him. Sure, he’s attractive, he has style, but any curiosity I had about him was crushed with just four words.
It might be over-sensitive of me, but I can’t stand when the other students around here refer to me that way. I should have expected it when I was foolish enough to come out to who I thought was a friend. I never told her not to tell, but you’d think that sort of thing is a given. This university loves gossip and I’m a part of that cycle. I just hate being that. The gay one. I hate thinking that everyone, even the great Kai, knows me by my sexuality.
I had let my emotions show in my voice, rendering up as much attitude as possible. “It’s none of your business who I am.”
I’d walked away, and he’d followed. He kept following for a week. He never seemed to turn on that supposed charm of his. He was always so direct with me.
He’d say; “I want to try it with a guy.”, “You’re hot, I’m hot.”, “You’ll never hear from me again.”
I’d say; “No.” “No.” “No.”
He was breaking me down and I didn’t even know it. I couldn’t help thinking of him when he finally did leave me alone. His directness painted a rather direct picture. I never would have thought he was my type but when I thought of it, I liked it.
It’s just sex. No strings attached.
There was new gossip. Kai was spending a lot of time with the gay guy. He hadn’t been out with a girl in a while. I had never been so aggravated with gossip.
People started asking me bluntly what was going on between us. I had no idea what to say. ‘Nothing’ was the answer, but it was so far from their business that I didn’t want to give them that. College was becoming more and more like high school.
I found Kai. I took him back to my dorm. I don’t know what I was thinking.
I just started fussing at him. I told him I hated the attention and I hated him. I asked him if he was just messing with me. I convinced myself right in front of him that he was, that this was all a messed up passive way of bullying someone. Kai had never cared about me. I was just the gay one to him.
He kissed me, that asshole, as if a kiss could take away all my anger. I shoved him. Then he spoke.
“You’re studying design.”
I stared at him.
He continued, “You’re nitpicky, over-organized, born and raised in Seoul, you love music, you’re great at karaoke but bad at speaking in public, you always smell good and you care way too much what other people think. You’re more than the gay one.” He looked way too smug when he added, “And you’re going to like it when I fuck you.”
What the hell? I’d thought. It’s just sex.
No matter what Kai tells himself, it was just sex. It was just awkward sex, because he was talking a big game but acting overly cautious, staring at me with questioning eyes as if he needed permission for every move he made. I had to walk him through everything, if not vocally then physically moving him where he needed to move.
But…
The next time was a little more than just sex, and the time after that was blossoming into something special.
I’ve been dating Kai for three years.
We’re, you know, that gay couple.