Neglected [D.O Kyungsoo x Reader]

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

  

“So they call you by D.O?”

“Yeah most of the time, but you can call me Kyungsoo. I really don’t mind.”

“Okay, Kyungsoo,” she giggles. “Have you two decided?”

Sehun and him look at each other and nearly say it in unison: “Beef.”

 

While some of the boys sat for breakfast one morning, and the others were out shopping or sleeping, D.O replayed that one night in his head. That dinner, from start to finish, bothered him. For good and bad reasons, obviously.

“D.O, pass the salt.”

No movement. No reply.

He had zoned out, once again.

“Yah, Kyungsoo~?” Baekhyun called out, snapping his finger in front of his face. D.O’s eyebrows quirked up and his eyes flew over towards him apprehensively.

“Yes, yes, what?” he replied blankly and Baekhyun rolled his eyes, reaching over and grabbing the salt himself. The other four at the table chuckled and continued to eat. Chanyeol nudged Baekhyun and motioned towards D.O.

“Dongsaeng’s been day dreaming a lot lately,” he explained, laughing. D.O flicked a piece of his food over at Chanyeol’s face, rolling his eyes when he merely picked it up to eat it after it hit him.

“I have not,” he murmured. “I’ve just got a lot on my mind with the Bejing concert in a few days.”

“You shouldn’t be so worried,” Baekhyun stated between eating. D.O gave a curious look to his hyung as if to ask why. Baekhyun shrugged while taking a sip of his drink, “Well your Chinese pronunciation is better than Kris hyung’s—he sounds like dog gibberish—so you should be fine.” He teased.

“YAH, WHAT IS THIS?” Kris shouted laughing and Baekhyun grinned playfully from behind his cup, stifling his own snickers. The others hollered towards him and laughed, agreeing for the fun of it. “GANGING UP ON HYUNG, I SEE.”

D.O smiled and sat quietly, admiring how big this how grown just because of a simple remark to him. It wasn’t long before he excused himself from the table, leaving that chaotic mess to ease itself and heading to a specific place he had in his mind since his thoughts this morning: Sehun’s room. His plan involved somewhat of asking Sehun for your phone number, probably uncomfortably and making things more awkward than they needed to be, then talking with you afterwards. He hadn’t quite calculated anything after that because he thought it’d be damn good if he even got past this part first.

Truth be told, he had only seen you one other time after the airport encounter, and that was for a mere two seconds when you came to pick Sehun up for lunch one day. It was weird feeling, yes, but he actually missed hearing you talk and seeing you smile.  Three days was more than enough time for him to beat himself up about not talking to you much that night. But in his defense, he debated, D.O had been admiring you all that time he was silent. That counted for something, right?