Title: I Got A Girl, Kyungsoo
Pairing: Jongin/Kyungsoo, bff!ChanBaek
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 7.6K (slightly long fic)

Summary: Kyungsoo misses Kyungsoo Junior. Chanyeol and Baekhyun are perverts. Jongin is not interested.

(A/N: This is for all my lovely KAISOO shipper readers and for Janna who is always by my side no matter what. I love you!

Enjoy reading!)

*

Kyungsoo is crying.

It has been hours since he entered the bathroom, his knees are hugged securely against his face as he lets his tears fall to his cheeks. He doesn't exactly remember how his voice sounded a little bit soft and unmanly, how his silky hair gently fell past to his narrow shoulders, nor how his arms and thighs got smaller than yesterday.

Heck, he doesn't even know how the hell he got these pair of plump bosom on his chest.

What just happened to him all of a sudden? All he knows is that, when he woke up this early morning, his clothes felt baggy around his body and the time he faced the mirror, he saw a girl.

He saw a beautiful girl.

A girl that exactly looks like him, who resembles his wide adorable eyes and reflects his pink pretty lips. And when he screamed, the girl on the reflection screamed as well.

Well, maybe, that only means one thing. It's either a girl entered their dorm, or Kyungsoo's astigmatism got really worse. He should probably see his optometrist.

But that's not the problem here, because Kyungsoo might have or might not have lost his dick overnight so he has to deal with this whole feminine thingy until his dick finds it's way home down to Kyungsoo's nether regions.

Kyungsoo misses Kyungsoo Junior, and that's why he's crying right now.

"Why," Kyungsoo ugly sobs, and he's mildy surprised his voice sounded like Ariana Grande. "Why did this thing happen to me, of all people, why? Why not Baekhyun, why not him. I hate him. Why not Sehun, he stole my earphones last month. Why not Chanyeol, he's very annoying anyway, why. Why a person like me, why?"

Kyungsoo wipes the tears with the back of his hand as he stands up from sitting on the toilet bowl. Squeezing his breasts for the last time, he sighs dejectedly as he unlocks the door. He pads outside the room with a gloomy look on his face, looking down to his cute little toes.

"Ouch! What the--"

Ruffling his bed hair, Baekhyun stops his tracks, ready to pounce the culprit who had the nerve to bump into him, in this very living room which he marked as his own territory since he dwelt here a few months ago.

"Sorry, I'm not looking," Kyungsoo says humbly, not interested on picking up a fight with Baekhyun because he's not in the mood. He has a problem here to suffer from.

Gasping, Baekhyun covers his mouth, looking around the dorm for good measure. His eyes widen in shock, panicking as he stomps his feet on the floor.

"Hey, h-how did you get here!?" he asks, holding Kyungsoo's shoulders as he shakes him gently. "You shouldn't be here!" Baekhyun slaps his forehead as he murmurs to himself. "Manager-hyung will get mad at us if he finds a fan here, ugh. What to do?"

Kyungsoo looks up through his short bangs and stares at Baekhyun confusedly. He didn't catch what the singer said since he's really pre-occupied about thinking of his current situation.

"Uh, maybe I should call Chanyeol," Baekhyun says unsurely, scratching his head. Chanyeol may not look like it but he's kind of smarter than he looks.

Baekhyun turns to the pretty lady just as tall in level with his shoulders who's looking at him with her round innocent eyes. He winks, smiling at her sweetly as he pats her fluffy hair. Kyungsoo closes his eyes.

"Stay here. I'll be right back."

"Okay," Kyungsoo answers, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly while wondering why Baekhyun got really weird today. He didn't even kick his ass and brag how good his voice is.

Isn't that a good thing? Maybe Baekhyun would leave Kyungsoo alone now.

"I'm hungry. Maybe if I eat I'll get back to normal."

Walking to the kitchen, he rummages inside the refrigirator in hopes to find something delicious and edible. He smiles, spotting the cup of sweet pudding sitting beside Jongin's box of chocolate.

But there's a problem. Aside from he can't reach it since he got two inches shorter, said pudding belongs to a certain giant with his capital lettered name written on the plastic lid. Kyungsoo's stomach grumbles, he's jumping and tipping his toes to reach the food whether it's his or Chanyeol's. He can always blame it to Sehun anyway, that kid likes stealing things.

"Ugh-- cant! Reach! Ah-- it! Too! Short!" He stretches his arms. "Must! Get! It!"

A hand grabs the pudding away from Kyungsoo's face. Kyungsoo frowns.

"Are you reaching for this?"

Looking up, way upper and upper, Kyungsoo sees rows of pearly white teeth that can almost blind him. He blinks twice, staring at the awaiting pudding on Chanyeol's hand.

"She's the one I'm talking about," Baekhyun whispers into Chanyeol's ears, crossing his arms over his chest. "We should take her out before someone else can see."

Chanyeol nods, smiling when Kyungsoo's eyes follow the pudding he is waving left to right, left to right.

"Hi," Chanyeol greets, lowering his face closer to Kyungsoo to get a better look on his face. "Do you want to eat this?"

"Will you give it to me?"

Chanyeol chuckles. "Sure. Here you go."

A little bit hesitant, Kyungsoo takes the pudding with his tiny hand. He waits for something, a prank or maybe a trick to come, but Chanyeol's face seems to show none of the two.

Maybe Kyungsoo's just lucky today. He's not one to refuse free food, so he skips happily towards the dining table to eat Chanyeol's pudding.

"Are you sure she's really a fan? Why was she.. you know, calm?"

"You mean she didn't get crazy or something?"

"Exactly."

Baekhyun hums, nodding his head. "Maybe she's not actually a fan. Maybe she's... something else?"

"What do you mean 'something else'?"

"I don't know, maybe she's a model, an actress or an ulzzang?" Baekhyun turns to Chanyeol, raising an eyebrow. "She's pretty cute, right?"

"Yes, she is." Chanyeol laughs, watching how Kyungsoo stretches his arms like a cat. "I think I've seen her somewhere."

"You think so, too?"

Chanyeol nods. "But I don't exactly remember where it was.."

Kyungsoo turns his head to look at the open door, and he sees Chanyeol and Baekhyun directly staring at him like he's worth of attention, their eyes full of interest. He feels kind of awkward, because never in his life he finds those two idiots watching him adorably and weirdly as if he has just pooped gold.

Kyungsoo clears his throat.

Stratled, Chanyeol and Baekhyun both blush. They look away to the other direction, like they had just caught staring by their crush.

That... was super weird. Kyungsoo feels goosebumps creeping to his skin.

"Oh, uh. Sorry," Chanyeol mumbles, scratching the back of his neck shyly. "We're not--"

"--spying on you or anything." Baekhyun laughs awkwardly. "We're just... waiting for you to get finished."

Kyungsoo furrows his eyebows. "Why?"

"Oh. Why? Uh, yeah, so that--"

Baekhyun nudges Chanyeol's ribs, urging him to talk next. Chanyeol coughs, yanking Baekhyun's arm away from his sides.

"So that oppa can take you home--" Baekhyun slaps his forehead in utter embarrassment. Chanyeol quickly covers his mouth. "I-I mean, so that we can take you home."

"But this is my home. I live here with you," Kyungsoo states as he looks around the house, then he turns to the both boys looking at him skeptically. "What are you talking about?"

Baekhyun tugs Chanyeol's arm closer to him as he whispers something to his ears. They turn their backs to Kyungsoo who's now shaking his head in annoyance.

"I think she hit her head before she came here," Baekhyun mumbles, throwing Kyungsoo a judgemental stare on the corners of his eyes. "Maybe she's a psychopath--"

"Or a sasaeng."

Both gasp exaggeratedly at their own conclusions.

"Maybe you're right." Baekhyun really thinks Chanyeol is a genius. "We need to dispatch her right away."

"Agree. Look at her." Chanyeol stares at Kyungsoo dubiously like he has grown two heads. "She's familiarizing the kitchen like it's her own house. Just-- just look at her. See?"

Baekhyun nods, following with his eyes the girl who's reaching for the cabinets above the countertop. "You think she's putting hidden cameras inside the cupboard?"

"Or maybe bombs?"

Baekhyun's eyes enlarge, shocked. Chanyeol squints his eyes.

"GOOD MORNING!" Sehun, who has gotten out from his room, yells as he slings his arms around Baekhyun and Chanyeol's shoulder. Said two suspicious males are huddled beside the kitchen island when Sehun notices his hyungdeul are watching a girl in the kitchen.

A girl who is now wearing a pink apron while she cooks breakfast.

"Shit," Sehun mutters, awestruck. He shakes Baekhyun by his side violently. "What is that hot noona doing here!?"

Chanyeol immediately clamps the youngest's big mouth. "Shut up, will you?"

"Is she your girlfriend?" Sehun asks, lowering his voice as he removes Chanyeol's palm off the half of his face.

"No," Baekhyun answers for Chanyeol, giving his bestfriend a once over. "Never in his life Chanyeol would have a girlfriend."

"Hey!"

Sehun snickers. "Right. He's too awkward to have one. So maybe he's your girlfriend, Baekhyun?"

"My girlfriend?" Baekhyun laughs, then he smirks. "You know I already have--"

"Let's just stop this nonsense conversation," Chanyeol butts in, rolling his eyes annoyingly especially at Baekhyun. Baekhyun sticks his tongue out and the taller fights the urge to pull that pink muscle until he gets Baekhyun's esophagus out of his throat.

"Do you want eggs, bacon and hotdogs in fried rice?" Kyungsoo asks from where he is standing in front of the automated stove. He accidentally drops the spatula on the floor, so he bends over to get it.

Three pairs of eyes follow the line of Kyungsoo's milky thighs down to her smooth legs. Baekhyun squints his eyes to get a better look of the girl's petite waist while Sehun lowers his sight, scanning Kyungsoo's plump ass in a crouched position. Chanyeol is too busy to make out Kyungsoo's large tits inside that oversized white cotton shirt. They gulp, feeling their throats run dry.

A hand on his hips, Kyungsoo stands up while raising his left eyebrow.

"Why are you all staring at me like that?"

Caught staring by Kyungsoo, the three males hastily turn their heads away, causing Baekhyun's forehead to bump into Sehun's sharp jawline, and Chanyeol's cheekbone to crash against Baekhyun's skull. They laugh altogether awkwardly, grinning ear to ear as they elbow each other's ribs.

"We're not staring!"

"We're just looking at you."

"Y-yeah, looking. Nothing else."

Kyungsoo taps his right foot impatiently. "Okay?"

"Uhm. I think we should uh.. go to the living room first, yeah," Chanyeol stutters, pushing Baekhyun forward, Baekhyun winces. "We'll just wait for you until you're uhm, done cooking!"

"Good luck!" Sehun waves her off as he runs after the two who's whispering about pink aprons and big tits with mischivous giggles painted on their equally idiotic faces. He sighs, telling himself he's not going to be perverts like Chanyeol and Baekhyun. Never.

"Hey, Sehun. Have you seen how curvy her thighs were? Huh? Huh?" Chanyeol asks, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

"No, I haven't," Sehun replies flatly, plopping himslef on the couch beside a snickering Baekhyun.

"Why not?"

"I'm too busy checking out her ass."

*

Jongin just woke up when he finds the three of his bandmates lazing on the couch as they animatedly play COD. Sehun is shouting on top of his lungs as he taps the game console furiously, Baekhyun is screaming profanities inappropriate for children while Chanyeol is popping butter flavored popcorn in his mouth while watching his two friends amusingly.

"Hey guys," Jongin greets, scratching his stomach in a circular motion. "Have you seen Kyungsoo?"

"Hmm. No."

"Is he not in your room sleeping or something?"

"Do you think I'd ask if he's already there?" Jongin gives Baekhyun an eyeroll.

"No."

"Come to think of it, we haven't seen him since this morning," Chanyeol says, scratching his chin. "I wonder where he went."

"Maybe he went filming." Baekhyun says, shrugging as he quits the game for a brief rest.

"JONGIN!"

An ear-peircfing feminine voice makes the four males to turn their heads to Kyungsoo's general direction. Jongin gapes his mouth, watching a long-haired girl skips towards him, because he's sure he's the person that lady is looking at as she brightly smiles.

"Oooh. So she's Jongin's girlfriend, after all," Sehun whispers, taking a quick and fishy glance at Jongin's girlfriend who is now clinging her arms around the dancer.

"So maybe Jongin brought her here last night!?" Baekhyun says, crossing his arms over his chest.

"She even wore Jongin's clothes!" Chanyeol points accusedly at Kyungsoo's white shirt and black boxers. "Those are Jongin's!"

"Maybe they had s--" Baekhyun looks at Chanyeol, his eyes hinting something.

"So that's why I heard some moaning--"

"--and pounding--"

"More, ah, more, ah!--" Baekhyun squeals as if trying to sound like a flirty hooker. Chanyeol punches his arm teasingly.

"Oh god. You're watching too much porn," Sehun murmurs in disbelief as he shakes his head, he covers his ears with his palm. "My once innocent mind and ears!"

Jongin throws them a what-the-fuck-look as he tries to scramble away from the girl who is trying her best to gain his distracted attention.

"Jongin! I've been waiting for you to wake up," Kyungsoo says with a little pout on his lips, and Jongin swears that's the most adorable thing he had seen in his life, well, except from his favorite hyung's pout.

"Oh, really," Jongin chuckles dryly, looking at Kyungsoo as he studies the girl's features. "Why?" He shoves the girl's arm away from his elbow when Chanyeol whistles purposely.

"Because I have something to tell you," Kyungsoo answers as he bounces on his heels. Jongin furrows his eyebrows as he wonders who is she who's acting as if they're close. He didn't even know this person in the first place.

"I think you two should.. uhm, talk," Baekhyun says as he pulls Sehun and Chanyeol with him. Chanyeol and Sehun nods. Jongin throws him a scandalized look. "We have something to deal with. Outside."

"Can you please also throw the garbage outside?" Kyungsoo tells Baekhyun, earning a not-so friendly reaction from Baekhyun. Who does she think she is to ask such errand? How dare her.

"Please?" Kyungsoo sweetly smiles, his eyes turning into cute crescents.

Baekhyun's stoney heart melts into a puddle of goo. "O-okay.."

When the three boys were finally gone, Kyungsoo rolls his eyes. Standing beside Kyungsoo, Jongin clears his throat awkwardly. The girl then turns to look at him, then she tugs Jongin's arm panickingly.

"Jongin, shit! You won't believe this!" Kyungso gestures to his whole sexy body, and Jongin scrutinizes it carefully, nose scrunching in slight awe and distaste. This girl's beautiful figure presented before him is, however, not downright appealing in his case.

"Look what happened to me!" Kyungsoo cries, feet springing to the ground as he emphasizes his cup D boobs.

"Uh. What?" Jongin scratches his head, disoriented. "And who are you by the way?"

"It's me!" Kyungsoo groans, flipping his long black hair to his left shoulder. "Kyungsoo!" He enlarges his eyes for Jongin to get a better look, and realization suddenly dawns on Jongin.

"K-kyungsoo? Is that really.. you!?"

"Yes! Ugh, it's me. Do Kyungsoo!"

"W-what, when, why, how--" Jongin scratches his scalp which is not even itchy. "How did you become... uhm, a girl?"

"I-I don't know what the hell happened to me, I just," Kyungsoo sadly murmurs, heaving a deep sigh as he sits down on a chair. "I just want to get back to normal."

"Yeah, they will soon find out you're missing. It's not like you can stay that way forever, you know," Jongin says as he gives Kyungsoo a reassuring smile and a warm pat on the shoulder. "But don't worry, hyung. You'll have your dick back anytime soon."

"I guess you're right. But I should deal with this thing first," Kyungsoo mutters, motioning on his lower half just in front of his crotch. "It's really uncomfortable wearing boxer shorts without, uhm, you know.." Kyungsoo averts his eyes as he chews on his bottom lip.

"You mean, without a panty?"

Kyungsoo nods, a quick blush creeping into the apples of his cheeks. "Yes. And a bra."

Jongin chuckles heartily, shrugging his shoulders as he tries not to stare at Kyungsoo's chest. "You shouldn't walk around the dorm full of guys without wearing underwear. I mean, you're a girl now and I can clearly see your--" He coughs, flustered. "I think you really need to wear a bra."

"You should buy me one."

*

Jongin didn't know Kyungsoo's size so he settled for the average size of the brassiere, and thankfully it fits Kyungsoo comfortably. He also bought some clothes and a couple of colorful and flowery-patterned panties good for a week (just in case Kyungsoo stays a girl that long).

Waiting for the cashier to punch all the lingeries Jongin bought was really painfully shameful and it would have been utmost embarrassing if people found out Jongin went to the department store and spotted him choosing undergarments for his gitlfriend. He's sure fans would break out if they knew, so disguise is really a must when going out.

"Thank you." Kyungsoo looks up to Jongin, a pretty smile forming into his still heart-shaped lips. "For doing me a favor."

"No problem. Anything for you."

Kyungsoo looks down at his lap, fighting the urge to break into a wide smile that can battle Chanyeol's stupid grins.

"Have you told everyone yet about your condition?" Jongin asks as he peels off his black scarf wrapped around his neck. He sits beside Kyungsoo and it's always warm just like that.

"Yeah, except manager-hyung," Kyungsoo answers, fumbling with the lace of his new dress. "They're feeling awkward around me because I'm a girl. I don't want to be treated this way, Jongin."

Jongin raises an eyebrow. "What are they doing to you by the way?"

"Baekhyun and Chanyeol won't even look at me in the eyes, and Sehun keeps on calling me noona." Kyungsoo frowns as he drags his slender fingers against his lap. "Junmyeon-hyung still thinks I'm your girlfriend."

"Well, we can't do something about that, though," Jongin says as he stretches his arm as if placing it over Kyungsoo's shoulder but not totally touching it. "I guess you should be my girlfriend for the meantime."

"But I'm not a girl!"

"Says the pretty lady who's wearing the white dress I bought her," Jongin teases with a knowing smirk. Kyungsoo tries not to blush but fails anyway. "And hey, it looks good on you, really. You're very beautiful."

Instead of saying Don't flatter me, Kyungsoo comes up with a hopeful, "Really?"

"Yeah." Jongin ruffles Kyungsoo's bangs with a chuckle. "But I still like best when you're wearing my hyung's clothes."

Kyungsoo watches the door flutters close when Jongin leaves, his words ringing faintly in his ears. A smile tugs up on the corners of his lips that stays for several hours throughout the day that he doesn't bother to remove.

*

He's crying again.

Aside from the fact that he still did not morph back into his original man form, Kyungsoo is facing another problem in his girl life. He doesn't know what to do anymore.

"Hey, what's wrong!?" Chanyeol worriedly asks as he pounds against the bathroom door. "Is everything okay in there?"

"No , it's not, dumbass." Baekhyun says with an eyeroll. "She's crying for Pete's sake. I think there's really a problem."

Kyungsoo cries even louder.

"I'm worried. Maybe we should call Jongin."

"But he's in the middle of a photoshoot right now."

"You're right." Baekhyun huffs, massaging his temples. "What are we going to do then?"

"I think you should go inside and check her out."

"Why me!?"

"And why not you?"

Groaning, Baekhyun knocks on the door three times. "Kyungsoo, I'm coming in, alright?"

Kyungsoo doesn't answer, and it takes a forceful push from Chanyeol that has Baekhyun shoved inside the bathroom on the bathroom floor. Glaring at his bestfriend, Baekhyun dusts off his clothes and makes a beeline to the toilet.

"Hey, are you okay?"

He finds Kyungsoo sitting on the toilet seat, looking at him with tears on his puffy eyes.

"W-what happened?"

"Baekhyun," Kyungsoo sniffs, then he looks down to his underwear pushed down to his knees. "I'm bleeding."

"What?"

"There's-- blood, and I-I don't know why but," Kyungsoo wipes the tears with the back of his palm. "I don't have wounds and such and it doesn't even hurt but I'm bleeding!!!"

Baekhyun looks at Kyungsoo in complete horror, he is gripping the sink hard as he stares at the droplets of blood trailed on Kyungsoo's legs down to his feet.

"W-where's the blood coming from?"

"I don't know, in my ass?"

Baekhyun wants to die.

"WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME?" Kyungsoo sobs louder, demanding Baekhyun to answer him.

"I think... you're having," Baekhyun clears his throat, looking anywhere but the girl seated on a toilet bowl. "Your menstrual period."

"My what?"

"Your period," Baekhyun repeats in a small voice. Kyungsoo feels his head throb harder.

"Look, I don't know what has gotten into you and I can't call Jongin right now. Just stay here and wash yourself up, okay?"

"Where are you going?"

"I'll go get you something."

Baekhyun disappears from the bathroom and tugs Chanyeol's arm with him. Chanyeol lets Baekhyun to drag him in the living room.

"So what happened? She stopped crying." Chanyeol peers over his shoulder to get a view of the closed bathroom. "What's Kyungsoo's problem?"

"We should go get her a tampon."

"A what?" Chanyeol asks unsure, he scratches his head. "A tampon?"

"Yeah."

"Why? And what does that thing even look like?"

"She's having a period, damn," Baekhyun murmurs, slapping his forehead. "It looks like this," he flicks his index finger. "It's a rolled cotton. With a string at the end. I've seen some in high school."

Chanyeol throws him a meaningful look.

"I am not going on a convenience store just to buy her that thing. It's embarrassing. I-I can't." He shakes his head. "I mean, I'm a guy. I shouldn't buy those things!"

Chanyeo rolls his eyes. "So you're telling me to do it?"

"Who else?"

"Shit, Baekhyun. I haven't done that in my entire life! I know nothing about that stuff."

"As if I'm any different!"

"Listen," Chanyeol says, slinging an arm over Baekhyun's shoulder. "Kyungsoo, she's our friend. And we Baekhyun are bestfriends."

"And why are you telling me this?"

"Because we should help her out!" Chanyeol exclaims, then he gets the keys perched on the coffee table. "I'm going to drive you there. You go to the cashier."

"What!?"

*

"Here's your change," the cashier, who is a stern ahjumma states in a flat voice a she gives Baekhyun a judging look, eyeing him from head to toe. Baekhyun turns his head to where Chanyeol's car is parked outside the convenience store. He can see Chanyeol giving him a two unconvincing thumbs up.

"What are you going to do with these?"

"They're for my mom."

Baekhyun smiles a shit-eating grin and scurries outside the door seeing a sasaeng fan had just followed him. She is now taking several pictures of him (and what's his holding) as she yells oppa come back here! Running, Baekhyun quickly gets inside the car, leaving Chanyeol to drive as fast as he can back to their dorm.

"Baekhyun, you're the best!" Chanyeol says as he looks at the rear view mirror. He sees Baekhyun catching for his breath, Kyungsoo's tampon hugged safely against his chest.

*

"NO!"

"Ugh, come on, Kyungsoo. Just open wider!"

"G-go away!" Kyungsoo reddens furiously. "Don't put that in me! No!"

"Listen to Baekhyun, Kyungsoo. So we can get on with this already!"

"No! I don't want to!"

"What's happening here!?"

Jongin barges inside the bathroom and sees Chanyeol behind Kyungsoo who's holding him by the arm, and Baekyhun on the floor who's spreading Kyungsoo's legs apart.

"What the fuck," Jongin curses, looking at the three's very awkward and obnoxious position. Kyungsoo turns to look at him in recognition, and his face brightens up.

"Jongin! You're here!"

"Finally," Baekhyun mutters as he stands up, closing Kyungsoo's opened legs. He sighs in defeat. "I can't do this anymore. I'm outta here."

Chanyeol shrugs tiredly. "We really tried, but she's not cooperating."

"What are you trying to do with Kyungsoo?" Jongin asks and there's a hint of anger in his voice. "Are you taking advantage of her?"

"What?" Baekhyun asks, disbelief written all over his face. He scoffs. "We're taking advantage of her?"

"That's what it looks like to me," Jongin pulls Kyungsoo by his side, that Kyungsoo almost trips if not for his quick and tight hold onto Jongin's arm. Jongin holds Kyungsoo's waist, glaring heatedly at Chanyeol and Baekhyun.

"Fuck off, you two."

Baekhyun can't believe this is happening. Crossing his arms over his chest, he returns the glare he is receving from the dancer.

"It's not our fault that your girlfriend is having her period while you're gone."

"She's your responsibility. Not ours," Chanyeol seriously says, and he tugs Baekhyun backwards by his side. "We're not trying to take advantage of her. Baekhyun's just trying to help."

Kyungsoo lifts his worried eyes between the three male's faces, feeling a thick tension suddenly building up inside the confines of the bathroom. He feels so small, that he can't do something about it, and this is actually the first time seeing Baekhyun and Chanyeol taking care of him aside from Jongin. He can feel his heart clench, he's oddly touched.

"They're trying to insert a tampon inside me," Kyungsoo mumbles, and he can feel his whole face heating up. "T-to stop the bleeding.. but I don't want to b-because it's uncomfortable.. and I-I'm," he covers his face like he's about to cry. "I'm embarrassed."

Jongin sighs, reluctantly patting Kyungsoo's shoulder. Unmoving and mute, both Baekhyun and Chanyeol stare at Kyungsoo like deers caught in the headlights.

"I'm sorry," Baekhyun apologizes, then he looks away. "We're leaving." He motions for Chanyeol to follow him, so the taller hands the tampon to Jongin and quietly follows suit.

"W-why are you regarding me as a her and a she. I'm not even a girl," Kyungsoo tells Jongin once they are alone in the bathroom.

"You're now a girl, that is why." Jongin looks down to his feet. "And you're starting to sound and act like one. It's like there's really a girl here we need to take care of."

"Am I being a burden to you, Jongin?" Kyungsoo asks. "Because I'm like this?"

"No, it's not like that. I'm just. I--" Jongin trails off, playing with the tips of his fingers. "When are you coming back. I want to see my hyung."

"But I am your hyung."

Jongin turns to look at him. "You're my girlfriend."

Kyungsoo chuckles, rubbing his nape shyly. "Right."

"You need help in putting this?" Jongin gestures to the tampon he is holding. "I can do it for you."

Kyungsoo quickly shakes his head, blushing. He grabs the tampon from Jongin's grasp. "Y-you're a pervert!"

"I am not a pervert. I'm just being a kind and caring boyfriend to you."

"Well, I can manage by myself, thank you." Kyungsoo clears his throat, willing away the fast thumping in his chest.

"They should've bought sanitary napkins instead, though. Those are easier to use."

"And why do you know?"

"I have a sister." Jongin stands up from sitting on the bathtub. He smiles at Kyungsoo. "Go put that in. I'll be waiting outside. Just call me if you need something."

"Okay."

Kyungsoo's gaze follows Jongin's disappearing back as he beams to himself secretly. Being a girl is not that of a bad thing at all.

*

"Do you mind if I sit here?"

Sehun tilts his head up to Kyungsoo from where he is sitting cozily on the couch while watching TV. Kyungsoo sweetly smiles at the younger while straightening his above-the-knee blue skirt that has Sehun hastily looking away from those thighs because thou shalt not covet neighbor's girlfriend.

"S-sure, noona," he answers awkwardly and inches far away from Jongin's girlfriend, sinking himself at the corner of the couch.

"Don't call me noona. I'm not a girl." Kyungsoo puts his dangling hair behind his ear as he makes himself comfortable on the couch. He places a throw pillow on his legs to cover them from exposure.

"Yeah, right." Sehun inwardly scoffs. He boredly flips the channels and stops when he finds the Sports TV. It's a game between Real Madrid and Barcelona.

"Oh, this is exciting!" Sehun yells, squeezing Chanyeol's rilakkuma plushie in his arms. The loud cheering of the crowd is blaring through the TV speakers when Real Madrid made their third goal, and Kyungsoo has to cover his ears when Sehun shouts Goal!

"On what team are you betting, hyung?" Sehun asks, bouncing on the couch excitedly. "Mine's Real Madrid. I really wish they'll win the World Cup, though."

Kyungsoo scrunches his nose. "Uh, I don't actually follow football. Can we watch some movies instead?"

Sehun gives him a dubious look. "Seriously? Don't you remember how the three of us watch football during trainee days?"

"I only watch because Jongin likes it," Kyungsoo answers, looking at his newly polished nails. "But don't tell him I said that because he might get mad at me. It's our secret, okay?"

"What?" Sehun can't believe what he's hearing. He doesn't know whether to get annoyed because really, he hates football? Or get irritated because, "Our secret?"

"Yeah. Friends keep each other's secret, right?"

"Well, not in our case?" Sehun lifts an eyebrow. "I mean, I already know Chanyeol-hyung's jacking off to Brazillian porn and Baekhyun likes to sleep on the floor naked and Jongin has pictures of hentai on his phone and Junmyeon-hyung's first blowjob was--"

"OH MY GOD, STOP!" Kyungsoo holds a hand in front Sehun's face. "Why are you telling me such vulgar things!?"

"Oh, I--" Sehun trails off. "I'm sorry. I thought it's okay since we're both guys, right?"

"I'm uncomfortable with this conversation," Kyungsoo says, already standing up on the couch and making his way inside his room. Jongin moved out and stayed with Baekhyun on the living room instead because it's inappropriate to share a room with a girl.

"What's wrong with her, seriously," Sehun mumbles under his breath. "When is Kyungsoo-hyung coming back."

*

"The soup tastes stale," Chanyeol says over his spoon as he takes a sip of the broth. He sticks his tongue out in distaste and puts down the spoon beside his bowl of rice with a clank. "Yuck."

Baekhyun elbows him, glaring at the taller. "Shut your mouth up, Kyungsoo can hear you."

"Was it really that bad, Chanyeol?" Kyungsoo asks as if he's in the verge of tearing up. Junmyeon clears his throat and immediately takes a gulp of his water down his throat.

"It's terrible," Chanyeol admits, earning a wide-eyed response from all the boys. Kyungsoo frowns even more.

Chanyeol shrugs. "What, I'm just telling the truth, right, Sehun?"

"Yeah. I miss Kyungsoo-hyung's cooking," Sehun groans as he plays with his untouched food. "I'm hungry as hell. I want to eat real food."

"Uh, I think we should order instead," Junmyeon says hesitantly as he scratches the back of his neck, then he looks at his members. "What do you say?"

"I'm in," Chanyeol replies, standing up and pulling his chair out, then he turns to Baekhyun. "I want to eat chicken. How about you?"

Kyungsoo looks at Baekhyun hopefully.

"Uhm," Baekhyun turns his gaze away. "Black bean noodles would be fine for me."

"Me, too," Sehun says afterwards. "I also want to eat spicy rice cakes!"

"You, Jongin?"

Jongin never looks up from his food. "No, thank you. I'm going to eat what Kyungsoo cooked."

A wide smile appears on Kyungsoo's face. "R-really?"

"Mm. This is really delicious," Jongin lies, taking a spoonful of rice and putting it inside his mouth. He chews it carefully, trying his best to withstand the bitterness and saltyness of the beans. Kyungsoo watches him expectantly.

"Yummy."

Sehun wants to throw up but restrains from doing it. Instead, he pats Jongin's back twice before heading to the living room where the rest of them are waiting for their food delivery.

"Thank you for always taking my side," Kyungsoo says, his head ducked down low as he pokes the undercooked meat with his chopsticks. "I know it's not delicious unlike my cooking before. You can stop eating now. "

Jongin stops eating. "I'm sorry." He drinks his water and wipes off his lips with a table napkin. "I know you're upset about your condition and you can't do anything about it. I just want to make you feel better."

Kyungsoo looks up through his fringe. "I should be the one saying sorry. This is not your fault.. that I'm being a burden here."

"You are not a burden."

"Everybody hates me." Kyungsoo wipes the first tear that escapes from his eyes. "Because I am now a girl."

"Not everybody," Jongin quietly says. "There's still an exception."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't hate you. I never hated you whoever you are."

Startled, Kyungsoo lifts his round eyes at Jongin who's still looking at his food while playing with it like a child.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means," Jongin says, then he looks up to Kyungsoo, eyes glinting. "That I--"

The doorbell rings.

"That you?"

Jongin lets out a soft chuckle, shaking his head. "Nevermind."

Kyungsoo hates being left hanging, but he doesn't push anymore. Jongin's soothing palm pressed against the back of his hand is enough. For now.

*

It's still dark when Jongin stirs from his sleep when he feels a heavy head weighing on top his arm. He groans under his breath as he thinks of pushing Baekhyun away, they had already divided their space in the living room but the singer is always crossing the line during sleep.

"Ugh, Baekhyun get off," Jongin mumbles, holding Baekhyun's stiff shoulders and shoving him away.

But instead of feeling broad and hard arms, he senses narrow and soft against his palm. Surprised, he abruptly opens his eyes only to see Kyungsoo sleeping inches beside him who's curled into a ball as he hugs his waist loosely.

Jongin's heartbeat speeds up.

He can make out Baekhyun's sleeping form on the other side of the floor, his blankets are covering his naked glory as he snores soundly. He turns to Kyungsoo, contemplating whether to wake him up or just pretend he didn't see him as he hugs him back.

"J-jongin.." Kyungsoo whispers in his sleep in his feminine voice. Jongin scoots closer to his face, watching how Kyungsoo's eyebrows furrow.

"Hmm?"

"Even if they hate me, I-I still want to.." he speaks, still in dreamland, eyes still fluttered close. "Stay like this... if you.."

"If I?"

"If you like gi--" Kyungsoo continues, and Jongin already knows he's not sleeping. He is awake, his eyelids are shaking as he breathes through his nose. "If you don't like the boys, I'll.. stay like this.."

"Kyungsoo--"

"--for you."

And Kyungsoo then open his eyes. Even in the dark, he can see Jongin staring at him in subtle surprise. Jongin is looking at him.

"What is that supposed to mean?" he whispers in the dark.

Kyungsoo doesn't answer when he snuggles closer to Jongin, holding the younger's shoulder lightly and placing a chaste kiss on Jongin's warm lips. A warm tingling sensation travels throughout Kyungsoo's spine so he quickly pulls away before Jongin could utter something more.

Jongin wants to say it, but the terrified look on Kyungsoo's eyes causes him to swallow the unspoken words down his throat.

"Good night," Kyungsoo mutters before he stands up and goes back to his room, leaving Jongin to stare speechless amidst the pitch black as he wills away the loud pounding inside his ribcage. He exhales.

Caressing his lips with the pads of his fingertips, Jongin closes his eyes and silently hopes for a change.

*

It's six o'clock in the morning when Jongin wakes up with a dull throb in his head. He pries his eyes open, groaning loudly when his nose hits a certain spiky hair, specifically, Baekhyun's armpit hair.

"What the hell," Jongin mumbles in a groggy voice as he attempts to shove Baekhyun's saggy arm thrown over the half of hi face and his leg curled intimately around his waist.

"Shit, Baekhyun, get off," Jongin tells the sleeping midget who doesn't even bother to leave his koala position.

The sound of a sqealing crow and a blaring voice coming out from the bathroom are enough to wake Baekhyun up, already standing up as if he's on fire with the white blanket wrapped around his nudity like a veil and a wedding gown.

"What was that!?"

"I don't know!"

Rubbing the sleep in his eyes, Jongin goes straight to the bathroom with Baekhyun hopping like a grasshopper in tow. He finds Chanyeol and Sehun impatiently tapping their feet on the floor while Junmyeon worriedly pounds on the door.

"Kyungsoo!" the leader calls, there's a slight annoyance in his voice that he can't hide by the way his face scrunches. "What is it this time?"

"I need to pee!" Sehun shouts, both plams covering his crotch. "Ugh, damn!" He scampers back and forth in front of the door while Chanyeol watches him dumbly. Hissing, Baekhyun struggles with his gown that the maknae tripped at. Sehun cries.

"What's happening?" asks Jongin distractedly, feeling worn out from the commotion in this early morning. He alternates Junmyeon in calling and knocking on the wood separating them and Kyungsoo.

"Kyungsoo, open up! Tell us what's happening," Jongin says as he presses his forehead against the flat surface of the door. He grips the doorkbob firmly. "Please."

The door swings open.

Jongin has to hold up his balance not to fall on the floor. Steam evaporates outside the bathroom and he sees wet feet, standing in front of him.

All turns silent.

"What are you all doing here?" Kyungso asks, tightening the towel wrapped around his waist as he stares at his five co-members who's looking at him like he had grown two heads with red eyes. Kyungsoo frowns.

"What? You're making me feel creepy as fuck," Kyungsoo mutters, turning his eyes away as he tries to cover his pink nipples with his hands. "Don't look at me like that!"

"You're back." Baekhyun is the first to say, then he throws himself to Kyungsoo, forgetting his white of a gown on the floor as he inspects Kyungsoo's flat chest. "God, I can't believe myself that I'm going to say this but," he dramatically mock sobs. "I missed you."

"I missed you, too!" Chanyeol says as he also joins in hugging Kyungsoo who's practically dripping wet. Junmyeon chuckles heartily as he ruffles Kyungsoo's damp hair while Sehun quickly makes his way into the toilet to relieve himself.

"Eew. You two are so disgusting." Trying to hide the blush grazing on his cheeks, Kyungsoo pushes Baekhyun and Chanyeol off his body but not in a harsh way. "I can't breathe."

"I missed your voice."

"I missed your height."

"I missed your cooking," Sehun adds afterwards as he squeezes gently his hyung's neck. "Glad you're finally back, Kyungsoo-hyung."

Kyungsoo smiles apologetically. "I'm sorry, I--"

"Nah, don't think about it," they altogether say, except from Jongin who's just watching him like he's familiarizing himself again on what Kyungsoo truly looks like.

"I'm going to cook deliciously to make it up for you," Kyungsoo says as he scratches his nape like a shy teenager. They all laugh.

"You should better be," Junmyeon muses, tapping Kyungsoo's shoulder lighty as he motions for the three (Chanyeol, Baekhyun and Sehun) to follow him to the living room to leave Kyungsoo and Jongin alone to talk.

"Get dressed first or else you'll catch a cold," Jongin reminds when a minute has passed of them standing in front of one another with gazes averted.

"O-oh, yeah. Right."

Kyungsoo runs inside his room and quickly wears a sweater and a pair of shorts when he suddenly finds his white dress neatly folded at the foot of the bed. He smiles, smoothing the crinkles of the cotton with the heel of his hand.

"You can't wear that anymore. It's a shame, though," Jongin, who just entered their shared room says as he quietly sits down the couch a meter beside Kyungsoo. Kyungsoo looks up to him sheepishly, placing the white dress away inside his cabinet.

"But you said you like best when I wear my clothes."

Jongin tilts his head to right. "Did I say that?"

"Look at you, you already forgot." There's a slight sadness and hurt traced in Kyungsoo's voice as he fumbles with his fingers on top of his lap. He doesn't notice it when the bed dips and Jongin is now sitting close to him, elbows brushing against each other.

"I'm just kidding, why are you taking it seriously." Jongin smiles jokingly although there's not a single thing amusing at the moment. He can feel Kyungsoo being tensed and nervous by his side, and he's not one to say he's not the same.

"Jongin."

"What is it?"

"About last night..." Kyungsoo heaves a sigh he doesn't know how long he's been holding. "I'm sorry--"

"Yeah, you should be."

Kyungsoo raises his head slowly.

"I'm really sorry.. I shouldn't have done that."

"You shouldn't have done that without my permission." Jongin huffs, folding his arms against his chest. "You're illegal."

"I know I'm--" Kyungsoo pauses, gradually processing what he just heard. "What?"

Jongin clears his throat audibly, looking at the plant on the other direction. "I mean, you can... ask."

"Ask if I can kiss you?"

"Yes-- I mean, no." There's a quick pink tint that creeps on the dancer's face. "What the hell, Kyungsoo!?"

"What?" Caught off guard, Kyungsoo asks. "Are you mad about it? I-I just said I was sorry.. So can you just please," He sighs. "Forget it?"

"You just kissed me and you're asking me to just forget it? You should take responsibility!"

"And what do you want me to do?"

Jongin answers him not by means of spoken words, but by the way he is tugging Kyungsoo's arm and abruptly shoving him against the wall without any warning. Kyungsoo's eyes widen when his lips meet Jongin's for a searing kiss, gasping as the younger tilts his jaw upwards. Before Kyungsoo could push him away, Jongin already pins his hand beside where his head is leaning as Jongin kisses him with utmost care and gentleness. Fingers intertwining through each digits, Jongin releases his warm mouth from Kyungsoo's, nosing every inch of Kyungsoo's face like a cat.

"Now we're even," Jongin breathes against Kyungsoo's upper lip, making Kyungsoo to respond zero as he stands unmoving like a rock. He blinks thrice and opens his mouth twice in attempt to utter something, but fails when Jongin flicks his forehead. Jongin chuckles.

"W-why did you do that!?" Kyungsoo asks, trying to be angry but the swell on his cheeks tells otherwise. Jongin's lips quirk.

"I guess I'm not yet that obvious, am I? I should really try harder." Jongin rubs his neck. "You are so dense."

"Do you like me?" Kyungsoo asks, more confident this time even if there's still the anxiousness clouding in his heart. "Do you have feelings for me?"

"Yes. I like you. Yes. I have feelings for you," Jongin confesses. "And even if you're not a girl. I still like you. I've always liked you eversince, Kyungsoo."

Kyungsoo is in the verge of tearing up when Jongin cups his face, his thumb tracing the apples of his cheeks.

"W-why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"Well, you never asked." Smiling, Jongin shrugs nonchalantly. "You asked just now that's why I told you just now."

"Uhm, okay. So," Kyungsoo pouts, fiddling with the hem of his shirt as he looks down at the floor. "What happens to us now?"

"I don't know? It depends on whether you want me to be your boyfriend or you want me to be your boyfriend. Or you want Jongin to be your boyfriend."

"But they're all the same."

"Exactly, so you have no choice but to pick me."

Lips curving upwards into a tiny smile, Kyungsoo softly mutters an idiot under his breath, pressing his head against Jongin's beating heart.

"So what do you say? Will you be mine?"

"I like you, too. And I say yes." Kyungsoo answers as he basks in Jongin's warmth against his arms. "I pick Jongin to be mine."

Jongin mentally squeals like a teenage girl. He hugs Kyungsoo tightly, lifting Kyungsoo up on the floor so that his feet are levitated above the ground.

"Jongin! What the hell. Put me down!"

"That was the best choice you've ever made. Congratulations! You win a prize: Me."

*

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