Sehun hates pink. He hates it with every fiber of his being.

Anything with pink is quickly evaded from his vision.

That's why he's close to tears as he tears through his pile of whites—or once whites—that his roommate and former best friend happily volunteered to wash because he had a shitload of laundry to do himself and Sehun had to cram for a test. His shirts, his underwear, his light denim jeans: they're all pink. A horrid shade of rose.

“What the fuck did you do?” Sehun yells, holding his jeans that were his most favorite ever. Baekhyun flushes red embarrassment and hides behind a brand new, bright red Superman tee that just came back from the laundry. Sehun's mouth dries from sudden realization. “You idiot!” he fumes and throws his pants at the older man.

Baekhyun shrieks and runs for cover behind his bed, but Sehun's too mad and he runs after his friend and chases him into the hallway of their dorm building wearing nothing but Spongebob pajama pants that are resting low on his hips and revealing bright red boxers. He couldn't care less about his current state because his fucking whites are all pink and Baekhyun is a faster runner than he remembers him being.

“Byun Baekhyun!” he yells when the man in question darts into a full elevator (he's not dressed in any more than Sehun is, even a little less because he wears sweats that he cut off to just below his knees to bed) and waves coyly when the doors close. An angry grunt leaves Sehun's mouth as he turns around, fists clenched at his sides, and almost starts to stalk down the hallway back to his dorm because he left the door open and Jongdae likes to play pranks on the people who leave their doors unlocked or open when they leave and there's nothing else for him to do when he sees almost everyone who resides down the hallway staring at him.

He huffs and throws his head back in annoyance and stomps back to his dorm to—big fucking surprise—find Jongdae laughing at his basket full of pinks. “Jongdae get out before I fucking kill you!” Sehun yells and Jongdae, still laughing, runs out of the room. Sehun slams the door after him and locks it. Baekhyun will have to find somewhere else to sleep, he deserves it anyway.
Sehun kicks his laundry basket and immediately regrets it because he hurts his big toe. He just ends up flopping on his bed with misery and cursing because almost all of his shirts were white and almost all of his shirts were in that whites load. God fucking damn it.

He doesn't know when he passes out, but he knows it somewhere between staring at the stupid Superman tee that he lent Baekhyun money to buy because its a limited edition and all of that shit and staring at his pile of laundry because its still pink and not getting any whiter. He's woken up from a dream where he's drowning in strawberry milk because there is someone pounding on his door and it's giving him a headache.

He stumbles off of his bed and purposely doesn't look at the clock because he knows its the afternoon and he shouldn't have been asleep when he has an verbal English exam that night. He trips over his pink jeans and curses the world before crawling to the door and unlocking it because anyone who disturbs him can see him like this for all he cares.

He uses the handle as support to pull himself up and in the process opens the door, showing his ferocious bedhead and half-dressed state to the man in front of him who he recognizes as Kim Jongin from his Eighteenth Century America class.

“What?” he smacks and unconsciously scratches his butt. Its itchy okay. The man clears his throat awkwardly and shifts his weight.

“Um, Baekhyun is eating his way through me and Chanyeol's snacks and still doesn't have a shirt on so can you take him back, yeah.” Then he runs down the hallway again and Sehun was left looking after him.

And then Sehun spends the next three hours screaming into his pillow with a pink shirt on his body because holy shit that was Kim Jongin from his Eighteenth Century America class and Baekhyun is laughing from his perch on his own bed while he sports the stupid red Superman tee.

“So what, you embarrassed yourself in front of your crush who I happen to be almost friends with,” Baekhyun cackles. “You still have me, buddy.”

“You are not helping at all,” Sehun wails and punches his pillow. “And all of my good clothes are pink!”

Baekhyun just keeps laughing.

Sehun fails his oral English exam, having said something highly inappropriate instead of describing the city of Seoul as vividly as he could. It was so embarrassing and he was wearing a pink Batman vintage tee and why did life hate him.

Sehun sees Kim Jongin from his Eighteenth Century America class when he's fumbling with a bottle of bleach and his whole load of whites in the dorm laundry room. He's trying to find the instructions so he's not wearing invisible clothing because the bleach ate it when Jongin walks in holding a laundry basket full of darks.

Sehun thanks the lord because he's in proper clothing, well his pink jeans and a bright orange Aquaman tee, and he remembered to comb his hair before he left for his Shakespeare class.
He stays silent though, and he decides to pour just a little bit of bleach into the washing machine like laundry soap and then is shutting the lid really quickly like the bleach would go away if he pretended he didn't do it because he just saw the directions as he was pouring and they say to add the bleach during the rinse cycle. He wants to cry; his Batman shirt's in there.
Jongin giggles softly beside him while he's dumping dark jeans and black sweatshirts into the washing machine. Sehun pouts before hopping up on top of his washer and putting his head in between his hands and hoping his clothes aren't ruined twice.

After a few moments of brooding and successfully ignoring Jongin's existence, he reaches into his bag and pulls out an American Literature book that is dog-eared and marked up with highlighter and opening up to page one-thousand six-hundred fifty-eight out of two-thousand nine-hundred thirty to read the background on Charlotte Perkins Gilman. A neon pink highlighter is uncapped and set in between his teeth and he starts to read.

He is concentrating hard on the English and has to dig in his bag for the Korean translation that he isn't really supposed to use but was passed out anyway because “...a promising Providence artist, Gilman had supported herself in Providence as a governess...” is nothing but jibberish to him. Sehun is only reminded of Jongin's presence when the older man leans over his shoulder to squint at the pink line Sehun is carefully drawing out with his highlighter and scaring Sehun half to death. He shrieks and jumps, the back of his head hitting Jongin's nose.

There is no crunch and Sehun sighs in relief before turning to find Jongin scrunching and un-scrunching his face and muttering faint “Ow”s. Sehun gives him an apologetic look and Jongin smiles a smile so bright that Sehun has to stop himself from cringing at the beauty. Jongin clears his throat and taps Sehun's book.

“What are you studying?” he asks innocently enough, but Sehun is concerned he's just playing tricks on the hapless dude he sees only sometimes. Sehun looks at the heavy book in his hands, as if the answer is there before speaking in a nervous voice because damn it, Kim Jongin is so much more sexy up close than from across the Eighteenth Century America lecture hall.

“Humanities,” he squeaks.

“Humanities? Huh,” Jongin says and scoots closer to Sehun and Sehun scoots a little farther away at the same time. Jongin doesn't seem to notice. “I didn't know Humanities took so much English. Or Shakespeare.”

Sehun does not blush, he doesn't. “How do you know I'm in Shakespeare?” he says and his voice only cracks once.

“I have Writing and Comp 102 right next to you,” Jongin shrugs. “So anyway, why so much English?” Jongin changes the subject back and Sehun clears his throat. This close proximity is ruining his cool. He wants to tell Jongin that he thinks the air's better on the other side of the laundry room and he should go over there, or say the actual answer to the question maybe, but his voice says something else.

“You're really pretty.”

Jongin only looks very, very surprised.

“I didn't mean that, I—”

“You're pretty too,” Jongin whispers and Sehun kicks the washing machine because why isn't it done yet. Jongin's looking right into his eyes and his lips look really plush and soft and he wants to run his tongue along them but—

“Um, because when I finish my double major in Humanities and English I'm going to go to Eastern Maine Community College to get my teaching credentials and then hopefully find a teaching job and its been nice talking to you and bye,” Sehun says so fast he's not even sure what's coming out of his mouth and then he's sprinting out of the laundry room with his bag and clutching his book and translation packet to his chest. He forgets his highlighter cap but that hardly matters because Jongin thinks he's pretty.

He sends Baekhyun back to get his laundry with his fingers crossed that his former best friend doesn't screw everything up.

“You mean you could've kissed him, but instead you told him that there's no point in getting to know you because in four years you'll be gone forever anyway and then you ran out?” Baekhyun accuses him while Sehun finishes reading The Yellow Wallpaper that he doesn't understand at all and is trying to look up on SparkNotes because the teacher said to do that anyway.
Sehun froze all of his movements. He was almost ninety-eight percent sure that he didn't tell Baekhyun anything that happened at the laundry room.

“And all of that was after you almost broke his nose. It's bruising you know.”
Sehun definitely wouldn't have told Baekhyun that.

“Shit,” Sehun whispers.

“Yup, Jongin told me everything,” Baekhyun nods and keeps solving the Calculus problem he's been working at for the past hour.

“At least my clothes are kinda a little bit whiter,” Sehun says slowly, hopefully before hes even looked at his freshly washed clothes. Baekhyun snorts in the back of his throat and Sehun dives for the laundry basket where his clothes are all still pink except for his Batman shirt which has a long strip of white across the front. He tries not to scream.

His paper on The Yellow Wallpaper gets a C- because he didn't display understanding about the main concept of the essay.

Jongin isn't sitting fifteen seats in front of him and four to the right on Wednesday afternoon during Eighteenth Century America class. He's not sitting anywhere else in the lecture hall, and no Sehun didn't frantically search, he calmly looked. Sehun doesn't concentrate on the lesson and barely has his pen capped and the assignment in his hands before he's darting out of the hall and towards Baekhyun's Calculus class because it lets out in a couple of minutes.
Baekhyun is bombarded with questions as soon as he gets out of his own classroom, eyebrows still wrinkled and brain still thinking about numbers and graphing co-efficients. “Huh?” he says fifteen minutes later when they are both on Baekhyun's bed. He hasn't heard anything Sehun's been saying. Sehun closes his eyes very slowly and takes a deep breath.

“Where's Jongin?” he asks, trying not to sound desperate. Baekhyun smiles and pats Sehun's head.

“Jongin transferred to Shakespeare at ass-crack o'clock on Monday mornings because he doesn't need to take American history when he's majoring in Writing.”
Sehun wants to cry, but doesn't. “Bu—”

“I could tell you where his dorm is and you could just ask him out—”

“Are you insane?” Sehun's eyes are wide and a blush is creeping up his cheeks.

“You already know he likes you, so what's the problem?” Baekhyun is almost about to slap Sehun because he's one-hundred percent done with Sehun's shit.

“I...” Sehun's mouth closes and he hits his forehead on Baekhyun's shoulder. “I'm an idiot.”

“I'm so glad you figured that out.” Baekhyun pats Sehun's hip and then shoves him off of his bed. “Now study for Literature class because that C- isn't going to sit well.”

Sehun groans and crawls to his bed and takes out the big textbook from under his bed and flips open to the chapter they're working on. “But what if he rejects me because I made his nose ugly—”

“Study.”

Sometimes Sehun thinks Baekhyun would be a great mother.

The next time Sehun sees Jongin, Sehun's shoving a hot dog into his mouth with ketchup and mustard running down his forearms and a splotch of relish is on his plain pink shirt. Sehun doesn't notice Jongin staring at him with an odd expression until Baekhyun is lecturing him for being such a child and is wiping the corners of his mouth with a napkin while handing him a hand wipe.

He tried to hide behind Baekhyun's hand, but that only makes the odd expression turn amused and Sehun blushes even more red. Baekhyun gives him a look and then finds the source of his wide-eyes and smirks evilly.

“Baekhyun don't—”

“Jongin! I didn't expect to see you here!” Baekhyun chirps and signals for him to come and join them at the table.

“Baekhyun really—”

“Didn't think I'd see you here either,” Jongin returns with a smile and slides into the plastic picnic-style table across from Sehun. Sehun's trying to hide behind Baekhyun's arm, but Baekhyun keeps moving and its becoming very difficult. His arms are still sticky. “Or you, Sehun. How's your English coming alo—”

But Sehun is already halfway to the dorm building, sprinting like a madman.

“Hey, I just got my paycheck. You wanna go get a bite to eat?” Baekhyun asks him three days later. Sehun is typing away on his laptop with his reading glasses perched on the end of his nose and pink boxers peeking over the hem of his Adventure Time pajama pants.

“Sure. Lemme finish my paper first,” he says and looks at his notes before hunching over his laptop again and pressing the buttons on his keyboard. “I have like a paragraph left.”

“English?” Baekhyun asks and flops onto his bed with a grunt. Sehun doesn't slow down his pace or look from his screen as he nods his head.

“Grammar Usage and Mechanics essay. Now shh.” Baekhyun is quiet and Sehun thinks that's abnormal for him, but he's too focused on spelling the word precautionary right to really think what his former best friend could be doing inside his math-engineered brain.

They are walking into the pub now, Baekhyun in a dark purple tee with Catwoman on the bottom left and jeans and Sehun in a pink V-neck and black skinny pants. “Oh! I forgot to tell you I invited a couple of friends,” Baekhyun says slyly as they walk up to a table where Jongin and Chanyeol are sitting. Chanyeol greets him right away, hyperactive personality practically exploding out of him, and Jongin just nods in his general direction, not taking his eyes out his iced tea.

Sehun slides into the booth next to Chanyeol and orders a coke. Baekhyun orders ice-water. Lame. Food comes after that, and its when Sehun is talking with Chanyeol and Jongin's bad mood seems to seep out of his pores that Baekhyun slams his hands on the table.

“Chanyeol and I need to use the restroom,” Baekhyun announces and scoots out of the booth with a confused Chanyeol scooting after him.

“Why?” Sehun asks, almost desperately while glaring at Baekhyun. Baekhyun grabs Chanyeol's arm and begins tugging him away.

“I think I have a fungus growing on my butt and I need Chanyeol to check it for me,” Baekhyun says smoothly, almost convincing Sehun that he didn't just make that up. Sehun's about to plead for mercy when Baekhyun sends him a glare and drags Chanyeol into the men's bathroom. Sehun sighs, deflated, and falls back against the plastic bench.

He picks up his cup, set on staying silent the whole time Baekhyun and Chanyeol hide in the bathroom like peeping toms when Jongin says his name shyly.

“Huh?” Sehun says, not looking at him. He's not going to blush at how perfect his name sounds coming out of Jongin's mouth, nope. He takes a large drink of his coke to occupy his face as he looks at Jongin's slightly flustered face.

“Your Joker underwear got into my laundry basket,” Jongin says suddenly, and Sehun is spitting his drink all over Jongin's torso at the shock and embarrassment. He told Baekhyun not to get him those.

And that has to be the precise moment Chanyeol and Baekhyun are kicked out of the bathroom by staff. They walk by to see Sehun covering his mouth in horror as Jongin looks down at his soiled shirt in shock. Baekhyun facepalms so hard he hurts himself.
Later, in their dorms, Baekhyun is making Sehun run ice cubes over his forehead where a bruise is forming where he hit his head earlier when Sehun embarrassed himself in front of the whole restaurant.

“You have to admit we're a lot cause,” Sehun says when he wipes his freezing cold hands off on Baekhyun's comforter, earning a slap from the latter. “We're like awkward turtles that are dehydrated and about to die of thirst so you bring us to water but we still refuse to come out of our shells.” Baekhyun shoves more ice cubes into his hand. “I have a better chance of getting with Lu Han,” Sehun says and slaps the ice on Baekhyun's forehead, making him shriek and take Sehun's hand away, replacing it with his own and rubbing gentle circles on his bruising forehead. Then he snorts.

“The RA? Jesus, you can't be that bad—” Sehun gives him a look before collapsing on his Batman comforter. “—I think your chances with getting with Jongin are still better than the ones of getting with Lu Han. That man likes to take it up the ass and you don't seem like a top sorta guy.” Baekhyun barely gets his last sentence out before he's screaming bloody murder because Sehun has pounced on him and proceeded to strangle his former best friend.
Baekhyun pushes Sehun down the hallway and into the elevator the next morning. Sehun's wearing a pink The Adventures of Superman sweatshirt, well almost wearing it. He's shrieking at Baekhyun because his pink jeans aren't buttoned up yet and he's trying to slip his sweatshirt over his bare torso but failing.

Baekhyun leaves the elevator on the second floor with instructions towards Sehun that it's dorm 120 on the right side of the hallway. Sehun's hair is still a bird's nest when the elevator door opens, and he only remembers he forgot to button up his pants when Jongin's opening the door.
“I'm—uh—here to claim my—um—underwear,” Sehun says while trying to get the hem of his sweatshirt out of the zipper on his pants. The morning really hates him. He's blushing bright red when he finally gets his pants situated, and becomes self-conscious because he's dressed in all pink when Jongin lets him in.

The dorm is relatively clean, cleaner that Sehun's, and has an old television with a guitar propped against it playing Naruto in the corner of the small living space. Jongin leads Sehun into the teeny tiny shared bedroom where Chanyeol's lying on his bed with another guitar and randomly stroking strings with his nails. He's shirtless and wearing Baekhyun's cutoff sweats, and they only go down to a couple of inches above his knees. Sehun raises his eyebrows. He nods in their general direction and Jongin fishes a pair of pink Why So Serious? underpants out from under his bed and hands them to Sehun.

Sehun takes them and turns around, beginning to head out of the dorm because it is so awkward. At least Jongin's nose isn't that bad anymore, Sehun comforts himself. He's about to leave when Jongin stops him with a hand on his forearm. He turns around, confused, and Jongin smiles sheepishly at him.

“Baekhyun said he's going to personally murder me if you come back and I haven't kissed you. So either we can pretend I kissed you or I can kiss you,” Jongin says really fast and his face turns bright red and Sehun thinks that might be the cutest thing he's ever seen.

“I'll just tell him you kissed me. Um, bye.” Sehun's voice is quiet and he grabs the door handle before turning and yelling, “Bye Chanyeol!” and getting a grunt in return. Then he pulls the door open and runs down the hallway, taking the stairs instead of the elevator because it's closed.
Telling Baekhyun that Jongin did, as a matter of fact, kiss him was harder than he thought. Baekhyun listed all of the things that Sehun would really be doing if Jongin kissed him (blushing, touching his lips, pretending to study, stripping off his pink clothes, having a fit, and not tell Baekhyun what happened). Sehun only fessed up when Baekhyun pinned him to the floor and gave him a hard look.

(Sehun's counter-attack was, hey, why is Chanyeol wearing your pants? and Baekhyun said that Chanyeol is a moocher and stole them from his laundry basket and Sehun is really close to believing him.)

A couple of days later Baekhyun stomps out of his dorm after looking at a text on his phone and Jongin stumbles in a couple of minutes later with his hair still wet from a shower, a toothbrush in his mouth, and a towel around his neck. He's fully dressed. Thank God. Sehun nods towards the bathroom, not looking up from his Inuyasha Special Japanese Edition colored comic book. He thinks the room suddenly gets very hot and he opens up the window to let the cooling fall air come in. It feels better.

It's close to nine at night so Sehun lets Jongin use Baekhyun's bed because there is no way in hell he's sharing with him. And he somehow thinks its Baekhyun's fault Jongin's there anyway. They don't talk, which isn't as awkward as it seems. Sehun tosses Attack on Titan at Jongin and they read their respective animes until Jongin breaks the silence.

“Baekhyun died your clothes pink on purpose,” he says and Sehun chokes on air. He looks at Jongin, who's looking at him, and Jongin opens his mouth again. “I was only in Eighteenth Century America because Baekhyun told me to transfer and I was tricked into doing laundry that day.”

Sehun sighs and plants his face into a big picture of Kigome coming out of the well and sighs. That sounds so much like Baekhyun. But he didn't like Jongin until he saw him in Eighteenth Century America which means... Sehun looks up at Jongin who's blushing into his book and Sehun blushes too.

He covers it up by getting the bleach and some Q-tips from under the bathroom sink and walking over to Baekhyun's dresser. “What are you doing?” Jongin asks him, and is suddenly right beside him. Sehun gives him an evil smile before dipping a Q-tip into the bleach bottle and holding up Baekhyun's Catwoman tee.

“It's his favorite,” Sehun says, and that seems to be all of the information Jongin needs because soon they are laughing like maniacs and drawing obscene drawings on the dark purple fabric.
Baekhyun shuffles into the dorm at five am with Chanyeol's Pororo pajama pants and a hickey on his collarbone. He finds the room smelling faintly of bleach and Sehun and Jongin sleeping on Sehun's bed amidst comic books with smiles plastered on their faces in their sleep. Sehun's taking more than half of the bed and Jongin's curled up next to him, both of their heads on the pillowcase.

He hides the smile of victory on his face and is about to go into the bathroom when he sees his t-shirt drawer not closed all of the way. He wrinkles his eyebrows and walks over to it, and the bleach smell gets a little stronger with every step he takes.

Sehun and Jongin wake up to a bloodcurdling scream, and the first thing they see is Baekhyun staring at a giant drawing of a dick bleached onto the front of his favorite shirt. Jongin giggles and then covers his mouth immediately, but Baekhyun already noticed that they were awake.
“I'm going to kill both of you!” Baekhyun screams and starts to charge at them. They jump up from the bed and shriek. Sehun slips on a comic book and Jongin grabs his hand and pulls him back up. They sprint out of the dorm with a livid Baekhyun on their heels. They run, giggling, to the elevator, making people in the dorm sleepily open their doors to look at the commotion.
With a scream of frustration from Baekhyun, Jongin and Sehun wave cutely at him while the doors to the empty elevator close. They collapse in a heap on the floor with their hands still tightly clasped.

Jongin's wearing one of Sehun's pink shirts because his got bleach all over the front when Sehun accidentally knocked the bottle over. Sehun smiles and thinks he might not hate pink so much anymore.

fin.

Notes

sorry if the paragraphs are mixed up it was difficult to see where to enter~
comments aren't necessary, but appreciated!