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“I need to touch them. I need to touch them so bad, or I’ll die.”
“No, but they looked so thick? And so hard. Like, rock hard.”
“I bet it’s so good to be between his legs—”
Renjun slams his backpack on the table. “What the hell are you guys talking about?”
Three pairs of eyes turn to him. Renjun frowns at his friends, very confused and weirded out, before taking a seat across from them.
“Kun-hyung’s thighs,” Donghyuck and Chenle answer in unison.
Renjun’s frown deepens. He looks at Yangyang, who just shrugs uselessly. “What they said.”
“And why, exactly,” Renjun starts, taking his sandwich out of his bag and unwrapping it. He already regrets having asked. “Are you talking about Kun-hyung’s thighs?”
“Because, my friend,” Donghyuck says, with the air of someone about to reveal a great secret. “They’re amazing. Have you seen them?”
Renjun shakes his head no, biting into his lunch. When he woke up this morning, he did not expect he would be talking about Kun’s thighs at any given moment today. Or ever. But it’s Donghyuck and Chenle, so. Always expect the unexpected with them.
“You don’t know what you’re missing,” finishes Donghyuck. Chenle nods very seriously next to him.
“You’d think Kun-ge would be all soft because he’s a nerd, right?” he asks. “But he’s got muscles.”
Renjun narrows his eyes. “Kun-hyung never wears shorts though, how do you guys know so much about his thighs?”
This is the story they tell him:
Last night, Donghyuck and Chenle had been over to the apartment Yangyang shares with Kun and Ten (plus the cats), and had gotten so drunk they crashed there, the three of them somehow squeezed into Yangyang’s tiny single bed. When they woke up this morning, tired and hungover, they ventured out into the living room to find breakfast ready for them. Courtesy of Kun, who was apparently in front of the TV, following along to some fitness YouTuber as he did his home work out. In tiny gym shorts. Which exposed his toned, thick, juicy thighs (their words, not Renjun’s).
“They’ve been mooning over them ever since,” Yangyang whines around a mouthful of his noodles, nodding to their friends.
“Gross, chew your food before you speak,” Renjun nags. Yangyang just rolls his eyes and proceeds to be even more disgusting, chewing loudly with his mouth open.
“You should have been there to see them too!” Chenle says, slapping Renjun’s shoulder.
Renjun rubs the sore spot and glares at him. “I told you I had a presentation to finish. Besides, I’m not stupid enough to get smashed on a school night.”
“Loser.”
Before Renjun can rebuke and demand Chenle respect his elders, Yangyang shrugs and says, “You didn’t miss much, actually. We crashed pretty quickly. And Kun’s thighs are not all that.”
Donghyuck’s offended gasp sounds shockingly real.
“Not all that? Not all that?!”
“I mean, they’re great, I’m sure he’s worked hard on them, but—”
“There are no buts!”
As Chenle joins in on their bickering, Renjun mostly tunes them out. He focuses on finishing his sandwich, except his mind can’t help but wander. Because every time he’s seen Kun over the last couple of years, either at his place, around campus or in class, he has always been in very sensible clothes. Nice trousers, cardigans that made him look soft and snuggly. The occasional turtleneck. All very fitting of a serious graduate music student with a TA position. He’s never really stopped to wonder what Kun looked like under his clothes, but if his friends are so affected, he can only guess he must have a really nice body.
“Let’s talk about something else, please. Anything,” Yangyang begs. He turns pleading eyes on Renjun. “How did your presentation go, Renjun?”
Renjun expertly steers the conversation away from Kun’s muscles, launching into complaints about professors and classes, which Donghyuck and Chenle soon engage with. As he pops the last bite of his sandwich into his mouth, he thinks this will be the last he hears of Kun’s thighs.
*
It’s not the last he hears of Kun’s thighs.
About a week later, Renjun walks into the apartment he shares with Mark to find him lying star-fished on the floor of the living room, staring blankly at the ceiling. Johnny is on their couch sipping coffee from a huge mug and scrolling on his phone.
“Hey, Renjun,” he greets him with a smile, like Mark unblinking on the floor is a normal occurrence in their lives. Which, to be honest, it sort of is.
“Hi, hyung,” Renjun kicks softly at Mark’s shin, which only earns him a weak grunt, before taking a seat next to Johnny. “What happened to him?”
“Kun did.”
Renjun raises his eyebrows in disbelief. “Kun-hyung? What could he have possibly done to Mark to get him like this?”
“He didn’t do anything, per se. We just saw him at the gym.”
Mark groans again, this time louder. Renjun is having trouble following.
“Okay, and…?”
“It was leg day,” Johnny says. There’s an amused smirk dancing on his lips. Renjun is suddenly filled with a strong sense of deja vu.
Then Mark says, voice barely above a whisper, “Such great thighs.”
Renjun can’t believe his ears.
“Seriously, not you too?”
Johnny leans closer, his body practically vibrating at the smell of possible gossip. “What do you mean, you too?”
“Donghyuck and Chenle were going crazy about Kun-hyung’s thighs last week,” Renjun crosses his arm. “Why are you guys so obsessed with them?”
“They’re some nice fucking thighs, I’ll tell you that.”
Mark honest to god whimpers, then rolls on his side, facing the couch. “They’re amazing.”
“Don’t you have a boyfriend?” Renjun frowns at him, indignant. Mark’s face goes all soft, a dopey smile blooming across his face at the mention of his lover boy.
“Yuta’s thighs are awesome,” he sighs dreamingly. Ugh, people in love are so gross. “But Kun-hyung’s are just… ten outta tens.”
Renjun throws his hands in the air and gets up from the couch.
“I can’t believe you’re having a meltdown over Kun-hyung’s thighs. Get up, hyung! I’m going to do my homework, and when I’m back you better not be on the floor anymore. It hasn’t been vacuumed in weeks.”
Johnny waves cheerfully as Renjun leaves, poking Mark on the stomach with his toe. Mark’s moaning of “Yo, he has the best thighs I’ve ever seen—” is drowned out as Renjun closes the door to his bedroom.
His friends are ridiculous.
*
He’s in Yangyang’s room, debating between Toy Story 3 and The Lion King 2 (“I’ll just say a single word, bro,” argues Yangyang. “Kovu.”), when muffled shouts come from the living room. Renjun stares in Yangyang’s direction, eyebrows raised, but Yangyang just shrugs. Leon lifts his head curiously.
The yelling gets louder, but it’s impossible to make out what the voices are saying. Then there’s the sound of something dropping to the floor, and then, finally, a door slamming shut.
Leon startles, sitting up on the bed in alarm. Renjun jumps on the chair he’s sitting on too, surprised. Not two seconds later, Ten bursts into Yangyang’s room with a stormy look on his face.
“Stupid Kun and his stupid thighs!” he yells, before throwing himself dramatically on Yangyang’s bed and holding Leon close to his chest. Leon hisses at him.
“Can’t you knock?” Yangyang frowns. “And get off my bed.”
Renjun pinches the bridge of his nose. Against his better judgment, he asks, “What have Kun-ge’s thighs done now?”
“He refuses to show them!”
Ten says it with such venom one would think Kun killed his cats or something. Renjun shakes his head, incredulous.
“Why do you even need him to show them?” he asks, at the same time as Yangyang says, “Seriously, dude. Get off my bed.”
Ten throws a pillow at Yangyang’s face.
“I need him to partner with me for my dance showcase,” Ten mumbles. He tries to hug Leon again, but the cat just shows Ten his butt. “But he doesn’t want to wear the costume I picked. Says he wouldn’t be comfortable showing his thighs like that in front of everybody,” he scoffs and rolls his eyes, annoyed. “As if he doesn’t love the attention.”
“I thought Sicheng was doing the showcase with you,” Renjun says.
“He broke his leg,” Ten whines. “Seriously, why do bad things always happen to good people?”
Renjun nods, humming in sympathy. “Yeah, that sucks for Sicheng—”
“I meant me.”
Yangyang throws the pillow back at Ten’s face.
In the end, they let Ten cuddle with them and Leon on the bed while they watch The Lion King 2. Kun’s still not back home by the time Renjun leaves for the night.
*
Although Renjun’s heard more about Kun’s thighs in the past month than he’s ever cared for, he doesn’t think it’s that odd. His group of friends has embarked on weird fixations before, like Mark’s butt and Chenle’s big head, so this is nothing out of the ordinary. The fact that everyone but him seems to have seen Kun’s oh-so-nice thighs at some point doesn’t bother him. Not at all. It’s fine.
What’s not fine is Wen Junhui approaching him and asking, “Yah, Renjun, how come you never told me about Kun’s thighs?”
Renjun takes a very deep breath. Junhui, and just behind his shoulder, Minghao, are looking at him expectantly. There’s a smirk dancing on Junhui’s lips, while Minghao’s face betrays nothing at all, except Renjun can see the tiny, amused tilt of his mouth.
Junhui and Minghao don’t even go to school with them. They’re all friends, sure, but more of the talk-in-the-groupchat-and-only-meet-like-twice-a-month variety. They both have another group of friends they’re closer to, they live all the way across the city, they haven’t answered Renjun’s texts in weeks, and yet.
They’re also talking about Kun’s thighs. They’ve also seen Kun’s thighs.
“I didn’t have anything to tell you,” he says, trying to keep his voice level so they won’t catch the displeasure that’s bubbling in his chest. “I still don’t have anything to tell you.”
Minghao raises an eyebrow, catching on anyway. “You’ve never seen Kun-ge’s thighs?”
“How did you see them?” he asks, instead of answering the question.
“We all went to Chenle’s pool last weekend!” Junhui says cheerfully. Of course, Chenle’s pool. Renjun would bet his right pinky Chenle planned the whole thing just so he could ogle Kun’s legs all he wanted. Chenle’s evil like that. “You’d know if you checked the group chat.”
“I checked the group chat, I just couldn’t make it!” Renjun explodes, throwing his hands up. “I told you I wanted to go, but a pipe burst in my apartment and I had to take care of it!”
He and Mark spent the whole day running around, calling plumbers and building management and their landlord. It had not been pleasant. Renjun had been envious of the pictures he received in the group chat, his friends chest-deep in the pool. Kun, wet hair brushed away from his face and dimpled smile on full display, had been the most beautiful of them all.
Junhui gives him a sympathetic pat on the hand, then ruins it by saying, “Kun’s thighs are so massive I bet they could fix your leak.”
Which doesn’t even make any sense, but Renjun groans and shoves Junhui away while he cackles maniacally.
*
It’s an ordinary Monday morning when Renjun walks into class, takes his usual seat by the corner, and notices a weird energy in the room.
People look agitated, everybody looking towards the door anxiously and whispering. There’s a lot of giggling, too, girls and boys alike blushing when they catch each other’s eyes. In the cacophony of voices, Renjun hears, more than once, the words “amazing” and “Kun” and “thighs”.
Renjun turns to Shotaro. Even he looks nervous, fixing his bangs with his phone as a makeshift mirror.
“What the hell happened?” he asks, pained.
Shotaro blinks at him. He puts his phone down and glances at the door before giving Renjun his full attention. “You weren’t at the dance showcase last night?”
“No,” Renjun sighs. “I missed it.”
Had a family emergency, he doesn’t say. His grandma is fine now, but head injuries bleed a lot, even small ones like what she got from tripping and bumping into furniture. If Renjun was a sobbing mess in the hospital, no one but him needs to know.
“Ah, well,” Shotaro continues, eyes bright like stars. “It was awesome. Kun-hyung danced with Ten-hyung, you know? And the clothes they were wearing… they left little to the imagination. Kun-hyung’s got super cool thighs,” he smiles. “Everybody was there, even professor Choi!”
So the entire student body has seen Kun’s thighs. Their professor has seen Kun’s thighs. And Renjun—
Renjun is fine.
Professor Choi walks in then, says good morning, and closes the door. There’s a general murmur of confusion.
“Professor Choi,” a brave soul takes one for the team. “Is Kun not coming today?”
The professor gives them all a look, like he knows exactly what they’re up to. “I gave your TA a free day today, so let’s all settle down and start class.”
There are disappointed sighs all around.
The rest of Renjun’s day is hell. Everywhere he goes, from the cafeteria to the football field to the art studios, people are talking about Kun’s thighs. It’s a constant buzz of conversation, students and professors and even staff all amazed and shocked and elated.
And the worst part is, there’s not a single picture. Not a single video. People had been so mesmerized by Kun’s thighs they could do nothing but stare open-mouthed at the performance, forgetting to take out their phones to record it. Even the professional photographer hired by the dance department had fallen victim to Kun’s thighs, capturing every performance but his and Ten’s, which Ten is super pissed about when Renjun runs into him on the yard.
“Dude,” Jaemin asks, as soon as Renjun sets his bag on the library table with more force than necessary. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” Renjun says through gritted teeth. “Why wouldn’t I be fine? Perfectly fine, yep.”
“If you say so…” Jaemin doesn’t sound like he believes him.
Whatever, Renjun huffs. He bets he’s not even missing anything.
*
It’s when a bunch of them are having dinner at his and Mark’s place and Taeil-hyung (Taeil-hyung, for god’s sake!) sighs longingly and says, apropos of nothing, “Kun’s thighs were really amazing, right?” that Renjun decides enough is enough.
He can’t be the only one left out anymore. He can’t stand not knowing what the fuss is all about.
So he gets up from the table, excuses himself, and marches over to Yangyang’s place. He doesn’t even know if Kun’s home, but whatever, he’ll just hang out with Yangyang until—
Kun answers the door after three knocks. He looks all soft and huggable in a fluffy brown hoodie, but then Renjun looks down.
“Wow,” is all he manages to say. “Thighs.”
Below his hoodie, Kun is wearing nothing but boxers and socks. Which gives Renjun full view of his hairy calves, his bony knees, and his super toned, gorgeous thighs.
They’re big. Muscular. Veiny. Look hard as fuck, and Renjun wants nothing more than to touch them. He wants it, needs it desperately.
Kun chuckles. In a daze, Renjun looks up to see him with a smirk on his face, and suddenly feels a bit faint.
“If you wanted to see them, Renjunnie,” Kun says, tugging on his hand to get him inside the apartment. “All you had to do was ask.”
*
Donghyuck and Chenle are losing their minds when Renjun sits at their table.
“What is it now,” he sighs, pretending not to know.
Yangyang narrows his eyes at him. “Kun-ge posted a thirst trap,” he says, turning his phone towards Renjun. “Know anything about it?”
Renjun smirks. He looks at the screen of Yangyang’s phone to see a picture of Kun in bed, sheets covering his chest and boxers only, dimpled smile and legs on full display. Renjun had snapped that picture himself this morning before leaving Kun’s place with a kiss and a promise to come back tonight.
“His thighs look so good,” Donghyuck whines, banging his head on the table. “So good.”
“All these years I thought Kun-ge was a good man,” Chenle groans. “But he’s evil.”
Renjun rolls his eyes. He taps to like the picture on Yangyang’s phone.
“Stop being so dramatic,” he says. Then he smiles, sweet and innocent. “Also, you were right before. It’s very good to be between his legs.”
The screech his friends let out does nothing to dampen Renjun’s spirits.