Title: Trapped in the Closet
Warning(s): the potential murder of Byun Baekhyun
Word Count: 1,921
Summary: Locking Chanyeol in the closet with Kyungsoo isn't Baekhyun's most clever idea. Nevertheless, it gets the job done.
Written for coley_merrin
------------------The nice thing about having locking closets in their dorm rooms was that one could keep valuables safe in the case that their roommate had questionable moral values. The not so nice thing was that one could also find themselves locked in said closet if their friends were assholes.
“Baekhyun is dead,” Kyungsoo said conversationally. And though they were in the pitch dark, Chanyeol imagined that Kyungsoo had his evil snake face on- eyes somehow both dangerous and flat all at once. He was a little glad he couldn't see him.
“Yeah,” Chanyeol agreed, because while it had been both Baekhyun and Jongdae who had shoved them into the closet, Baekhyun had obviously been the mastermind behind the idea. Kyungsoo seemingly assumed it had been Baekhyun just because it was something Baekhyun would do. He was a grade A asshole, after all. But Chanyeol knew it had to have been Baekhyun's idea because, while Jongdae remained unaware of Chanyeol’s super secret, yet not-a-big-deal crush on Kyungsoo, Baekhyun knew all about it and never tired of teasing Chanyeol for it.
Along with the super secret nature of Chanyeol’s feelings was the super secret truth about his sexuality. Which, Chanyeol could only assume, served as inspiration for Baekhyun to lock them in a closet, of all places.
“Where did they say they were going?” Chanyeol asked, shifting and feeling the clothing hanging behind them brush against his arm.
Chanyeol had missed whatever it was that Baekhyun had yelled to them- too busy screaming at the top of his lungs for Baekhyun to let them out because being trapped in an enclosed space with the friend whom he sometimes might have thought about while jerking off (and more embarrassingly, when he was daydreaming about the future), was a fate that not even he deserved.
Kyungsoo, however, had been deathly quiet, probably already plotting the murders of their friends. Chanyeol didn’t even feel sorry for Baekhyun and the fact that he might wake up to Kyungsoo holding a large and shiny butcher knife because this was just cruel.
“Do you think they’ll let us out when they get back?” Chanyeol wondered, trying to decide if it was worse to stand in silence or worse to come up with inane conversation topics. Either way, he could feel the warmth of the other boy from how close they were standing and could smell light whiffs of Kyungsoo's cologne that was mostly worn off by then. This was all very Dangerous.
“It’s Baekhyun and Jongdae,” Kyungsoo reminded him.
“Right,” Chanyeol agreed, “Probably not.”
A minute or so passed in silence during which Chanyeol could hear Kyungsoo breathing, and was thus completely tortured, before the smaller man spoke.
“This is like that game people play in movies about middle school.”
“Hm?” Chanyeol asked even though he knew exactly what Kyungsoo was talking about and had been thinking that since the moment Baekhyun had shut the door in their shocked faces.
“You know,” Kyungsoo went on, “Where two people go in a closet and have to kiss or something. What’s it called?”
Chanyeol was embarrassed to note that his palms were even sweatier now than they had been when he had actually been in middle and had played the game.
“Seven Minutes in Heaven,” Chanyeol mumbled, cheeks heating for no good reason other than the fact that Kyungsoo was talking to him about kissing. Jesus fucking Christ.
“Right.” Chanyeol heard Kyungsoo snap his fingers.
And then because he was a masochist who totally didn’t want to know, so therefore he did, he asked, “Did you ever play?”
“No,” Kyungsoo responded, sounding totally casual and not like he was freaking out- unlike Chanyeol, “Did you?”
“Yeah, you would,” Kyungsoo said, chuckling.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Chanyeol demanded.
“You’re popular with the girls, is all,” Kyungsoo explained, “I can see you ending up at one of those controversial boy/girl parties in middle school and all the girls wanting to go into the closet with you.”
Oh, closets. Such irony.
Chanyeol laughed and it sounded manic to his own ears.
“I think they probably didn’t want to go with me because I was too loud. Small space. You know.”
Chanyeol could practically hear Kyungsoo raising his eyebrows in amusement.
“So, who’d you end up kissing, then?”
“Some girl,” Chanyeol shrugged, knowing that Kyungsoo couldn’t see it. He might have heard Chanyeol’s elbow hit the door though.
“Great story,” Kyungsoo said sarcastically.
“It just…wasn’t very eventful,” Chanyeol hedged. Which was half truth.
He'd ended up in the closet with a girl from his grade whom he vaguely knew from his classes. Neither of them had been particularly into it (and both of them were completely inexperienced), so they'd half-heartedly tried to kiss for a minute and then stood in painful, awkward silence for the remaining six minutes.
It was not a particularly fond memory.
Still, that wasn't the reason he didn't want to expound on it for Kyungsoo.
See, the thing was, that day had been the first day he maybe kind of realized that he might not be so into girls.
When he'd spun the bottle to determine whom he'd go into the closet with, it had actually landed on his male friend and sent Chanyeol's heart into his throat- pounding double time and making him dizzy. And despite the fact that he was ready to go with it and make out with his friend in a confined space for seven minutes (just because he had to, of course), the group decided to default to the closest girl. Which had Chanyeol deflating and feeling disappointed.
So now, finding himself in a closet (fucking Baekhyun, Chanyeol mentally grumbled when his mind made another closet pun without his consent) with the guy he liked who didn't know he liked men...yeah, he didn't really want to tell that particular story.
“Alright,” Kyungsoo allowed, letting it go, and Chanyeol sighed in relief, even as they lapsed back into silence.
It must have been another four minutes at least (even under normal circumstances, Chanyeol wasn't used to being quiet for that long), before Kyungsoo spoke again.
“You think they'll let us out if we kiss for seven minutes?”
Chanyeol very nearly choked, making some sort of distressed sound that, somehow, led to him coughing. Because, first of all, the suggestion alone was not something he thought he'd hear Kyungsoo say to him ever. And while his tone of voice had been somewhat amused, he'd delivered the suggestion with his own brand of deadpan seriousness that had Chanyeol's brain imploding in on itself as he tried to figure out whether or not Kyungsoo could have even been relatively serious about what he'd said.
“You okay?” Kyungsoo asked when Chanyeol had stopped hacking, and this time, his voice was definitely teasing. Chanyeol could imagine his pretty lips pulled up in a smirk and it made his face heat and his heart race.
“Fine,” he managed, clearing his throat and trying for casual- even going so far as to lean against something easily despite the fact that Kyungsoo couldn't see him. Which was just as well considering the thing he tried to lean against was the hanging clothes and he ended up tipping over and having to catch himself before he fell and hit his head on a shelf or something.
Although being knocked unconscious sounded preferable to standing there having a panic attack.
“I wasn't aware that the idea of kissing me was so revolting,” Kyungsoo joked, and even though he was obviously kidding, Chanyeol was quick to trip over himself (figuratively this time) to disagree.
“No!” he exclaimed, and wow, that was way too loud for such an enclosed space, “It's not revolting! At all! I just-” and it was there that he trailed off because there was no good way to finish that sentence without admitting a lot of things that would be best left unknown in their current predicament.
“You just almost choked on your own lungs because...?”
Kyungsoo still sounded so smugly amused and Chanyeol didn't know if he found it attractive (okay, he definitely did) or if he was supremely annoyed.
“Sometimes my lungs, just, you know, get in the way...” Chanyeol tried, “It's probably a medical condition or something. Maybe I'm dying. I should probably go to the doctor-”
“Mmhmm, yeah, that sounds serious,” Kyungsoo interjected, obviously mocking him.
“You're gonna be really sorry when I die-mmf.”
Chanyeol was cut off when Kyungsoo grabbed him by the back of the neck (how he managed so well in the dark, Chanyeol had no idea) and pulled him down to press their lips together.
And holy shit? Chanyeol had not even been a little bit ready for that.
“They're not even here,” Chanyeol babbled when he managed to pull back for much-needed air, “How're they gonna know we even kissed? I really don't think this is gonna make them let us out sooner-”
“Chanyeol,” Kyungsoo interrupted with a sigh and a quick, chaste press of lips, “I'm not kissing you so they'll let us out. It was a joke.”
“Oh,” Chanyeol felt his heart plummet as he tried to pull back from Kyungsoo's grasp. Of course the kiss had just been a joke. Why would Kyungsoo want to-
“The Seven Minutes in Heaven thing was a joke,” Kyungsoo clarified, hand still securely holding onto Chanyeol's nape, “I kissed you because I like you, you moron.”
Chanyeol blinked in the dark, able to just barely make out Kyungsoo's face now that it was so close to his own. He was looking at him like he was an idiot. But also like he was kind of okay with that fact. Oh. Oh.
“Oh,” Chanyeol said intelligently and Kyungsoo snorted, “I like you too.”
“This might come as a surprise to you,” Kyungsoo began, pressing a kiss to his jaw, “But I already knew.”
Well, that was a little disconcerting, but Chanyeol didn't have a whole lot of time to think about that because Kyungsoo was kissing him again and this was about a bajillion times better than the last kiss he'd had in a closet.
Chanyeol wasn't sure how much time had passed- him slouched against the wall with Kyungsoo straddling his thigh and rutting against it as they kissed- but it had obviously been a while when he heard the door to the room open and close, along with the loud voices of their friends.
He'd tried to pull back then, but Kyungsoo had lifted his own thigh to grind against Chanyeol's erection and had cupped his face so that he could stick his tongue down Chanyeol's throat once more. And Chanyeol couldn't really argue with that.
“Ready to come out of the close- oh,” came Baekhyun's voice as blinding light suddenly filled their cramped space.
Kyungsoo stopped kissing him just long enough to shoot Baekhyun a terrifying glare and tell him, “No, not quite yet. We have some things to attend to first.” And with that, he'd grabbed the handle and slammed the door in Baekhyun's face, shutting them into the dark again before letting out a groan against Chanyeol's lips as his hips stuttered against Chanyeol's leg.
“Ew! That's my closet!” Chanyeol heard Jongdae exclaim from outside, followed by Baekhyun's, “Well, do what you want, but I'm not opening that door again.”
Chanyeol thought that was a pretty good decision considering Kyungsoo was going for the button of his jeans and he had no plans to stop him.
- Title take from that dumb R. Kelly song (or songs, idek).
- coley_merrin, I hope you like this! You write me so much shit. You can request something from me any time! /forever in your debt
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