Kyungsoo really didn’t know how he ended up in this position. He remembered someone spreading the rumor about him being gay and in love with the head basketballer at the beginning of the week. He had missed school two days just to avoid the constant mobbing. And name calling.

Today however Jongin had refused to leave the doorstep without him and Kyungsoo had followed him when his best friend had started singing English songs with the biggest accent possible, managing to not hit one note. His cheeks burned when he ran down the stairs but Jongin was right the rumor was over, kind of, he made a point to not eat in the cafeteria for lunch nor leave the class before he was sure most students had already changed classes.

It was after PE when the whole thing came back to him. He was packing up his stuff, not realizing that he was the last in the changing room to get ready. The zipper of his bag closed just when the door got pushed open and a dozen of guys stormed in, talking loudly and joking.

That was until they spotted him. He felt his body freeze in the motion of picking up his bag, eyes, wide with fear, connecting with the guy closest to him. His stomach dropped and he was sure some kind of miserable sound dropped from his mouth. Kris, the head basketballer, was looking at him with an unreadable expression on his face.

Kyungsoo’s noise seemed to have alerted the other players. Someone, he wasn’t sure who, made a rude comment about something Kyungsoo didn’t even want to imagine doing to anyone but he took that as his cue, slinging his bag over his shoulder, rushing past the still unmoving Kris, his shoulder connecting with the taller’s arm.

He already reached the hallway leading out of the gym when his ears stopped ringing from embarrassment and he managed to hear a voice calling his name. One part of his told him to continue running but the other part, his curiosity, won and he stopped, turning around to look who was following him.

Kris was really pretty up close he realized when the other stood right in front of him, his slightly furrowed eyebrows looked scolding but the rest of his face looked unsure. They stood in silence for a moment, taking in each other, their faces, height difference.

Some part of his brain, probably the same part that stopped him, Kyungsoo decided to call that part Jongin because it always seemed to whisper the worst ideas into his ears in his best friends voice, suggested that maybe Kris wasn’t that uninterested either. Because why would he be practically looming over him after all this rumors.

Kyungsoo was about to say something, wetting his lips, but before a sound could leave his throat he found himself pressed against the wall, soft lips on his, two strong hands at his hips. His eyes who had widened for one moment closed when he felt himself return the kiss.

Maybe the Jongin part in his head wasn’t that bad he thought when his arms slung around Kris’ neck and the older made a pleased sound against his lips. He dismissed that thought again when the voice suggested he should give Kris a blowjob in the hallway.