I wrote this fic for an OC shounen-ai contest because there were less entries in the original fiction section than the fanfiction section. They gave us an angel/devil theme, which I’m honestly not a big fan of; thus, I abstracted the meaning of it. I have mixed feelings about this. I’m happy, but disappointed at the same time. At least it’s cute and fluffy, which is what I was aiming for. Feedback is always nice. Thank you to my friends who put up with me during the 3 days I wrote it.

Warning: This contain shounen-ai, which is slash, which is boy/boy love.

Tuesdays

“So Kyle, is there anything else you’d like to talk about? Are you sure you’re not having any trouble with the transition between high school and university?”

“No.”

“How did your exams go?”

“Fine.”

“How are your friends?”

“Good.”

I yawned and glanced at my watch: 1:27 PM. Just three minutes left before the end of this god-forsaken peer-counseling session. I rubbed my jade eyes, nibbled on my bottom lip, and waited for the next sleeping pill—I mean question.

“Hey!” he suddenly exclaimed. “Have you had sex with anyone yet?”

“What?!” I roared, standing up. My gaze darted around me. Empty. The other counselors must have left early. I plopped back into the black chair, shook my head, and groaned.

“Well?”

I glared at my so-called peer mentor. “You’re the last person I’d talk to about this.”

“Ha! That’s pretty funny Kylie,” he laughed, smirking. “Isn’t it the opposite?”

I scoffed. Stupid Shin. Fine. Maybe he was right, but I refused to talk about personal matters in the university counseling office. “Tell you what. You can annoy me when we’re not in here,” I offered sarcastically.

His gaze suddenly softened and his dark eyes widened. “Pardon me? Annoy you?” he asked, his voice laced with confusion. “I’m sorry if I asked something a bit personal. You know I’m just worried about you. If I ever make you feel uncomfortable, please let me know right away.”

His eyes bored into mine, full of concern. I blinked. “What the hell are you talking about?” I turned around and spotted the secretary walking into the office. I rolled my eyes. No wonder. “Oh. Okay. Well don’t worry about it,” I murmured, shrugging.

“Excuse me! Shin! Kyle!” I looked back again. The secretary stood in front of the door, holding folders with her right hand, and waving at us with her left. “I’m sorry for interrupting you two, but I have to close the office for lunch.”

Shin smiled, nodded, and stood up. “Sorry for taking so long Christina.” He glanced at me, smirked, and re-pasted that sugary sweet smile. My stomach lurched. “Let’s go Kyle. We don’t want to keep her waiting, hm?”

I released a half-hearted laugh, trying to smile. “Right. You go ahead. I need to ask Christina something privately.”

Curiosity flickered in his eyes. “Oh? Okay. Take care then.”

“Uh huh. Bye.”

“Bye.” Shin waved at me, maneuvered around the desks, wished Christina a good day, and pulled the glass door open. As soon as he stepped out of the office, I heaved a sigh, grabbed my backpack, and approached Christina.

She smiled. “What is it?”

I cleared my throat, looking up at her seriously. “May I get another peer mentor?”

She tilted her head, her brown ponytail flopping left. “Is something wrong?”

“Well, it’s just a bit strange that my peer mentor is also my…dorm mate. It’s like mixing my social life with my social health,” I lied, coughing. “It’s just so…awkward,”

“Oh, so that’s it.” Christina simpered, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. “Since it’s about Shin, I think you should talk to him about it first, rather than just switching mentors. Shin’s an angel; I’m sure he’ll understand and accommodate you. You know you should let him in more; he tries really hard for you.”

My hand flew to my mouth. Laughter threatened to fall from my lips. I choked it back. A sequence of whooping coughs erupted instead.

“Kyle!” Christina patted my back and leaned closer. “Are you okay? Do you need some water?”

“No…I’m fine…” I murmured between coughs. “Sorry, I have something in my throat. Thanks for the talk though. You’re right. I’m sure Shin will understand if I just talk to him,” I lied again.

“In my opinion, I think you’re lucky to have him. He’s one of this program’s most popular peer mentors.”

“Oh, I believe that,” I admitted, sighing. “Anyway, sorry for holding you up. I’ll see you later.” I pushed the door open, turned left, and headed back to my dorm.

---

My right hand dove into my pocket and fished out my dorm key. I slid the carved metal into the keyhole, turned the knob, and nudged the wooden door open. I stepped inside, letting the door shut behind me. I spotted two of my roommates in the communal area. One sat on the disgusting Hawaiian patterned couch reading a statistics textbook; the other stood on the black and white tiled floor pouring a glass of water.

“Hey gu—ah!” I yelped, stumbling forward. I quickly regained my balance, rubbed my lower back, and spun around. A black mop poked out of the door. Ebony eyes twinkled at me. Lips twitched into a smirk.

“Oops.”

“Shin,” I muttered. I groaned, pasting a smile onto my face. “Thanks,” I declared out loud, “for all the wonderful things you’ve done today.”

“That’s right!” chirped a voice from the kitchen. Max gulped down the rest of the water, placed the glass into the sink, and sauntered onto the carpeted area. The brunette plunked onto the couch beside Jaden. “Today’s Tuesday – peer-advisory session day, hm?”

I shook my head. “No. Every day’s a peer-advisory session day. The only difference is that on Tuesdays, Shin acts more like an ass than usual.” Not waiting for a reply, I spun right and stomped through the small hall towards my room.

I opened the entrance to my room and sighed. At least everything looked exactly as I left it. The twin-sized bed rested on the opposite end of my room against the wall, while the jade comforter covered the small mattress stylishly. The white dresser and matching desk sat together against the right wall. My political science textbooks and papers lay on the desk in an orderly pile to the left.

I ambled inside and closed the door behind me. Slipping the bag onto the floor, I collapsed, facedown, onto my bed and let out a muffled groan.

I really hated Tuesdays. Every Tuesday, for the past five months, I’ve had to deal with angelic-peer mentor Shin. I wished I could stop going, but my parents threatened to stop paying for half of my tuition fee. They seemed to believe that I would have problems adjusting to University life, since I’m not much of a social butterfly. By attending the Angel program – a program that matches a first year student with a mentor – my parents thought that I’d slowly break out of my introverted shell through constant talking with a mentor. Oh, if they only knew what I dealt with everyday.

“Kylie!” a singsong voice came from the other side of my door. “Can I come in?”

I rolled onto my back to stare at the ceiling. “Why do you even ask? You’ll come in even if I don’t want—” the door opened and Shin pranced into my small room “—you to.” I rolled my eyes. “See? And stop calling me by my full name,” I added, knowing perfectly well that my request would be denied.

“But Kylie suits you a lot more than Kyle,” he explained. “I mean, how many guys have rooms so freakishly neat like yours?” he asked, while sweeping his arm across my room.

I frowned, trying to ignore his last comment. Shin grinned, skipped towards me, and stopped beside my bed. He poked my arm. I glanced up at him and made a low sound within my throat, refusing to budge. I closed my eyes, waiting for his next move. He’d either poke my arm again or draw a finger from my naval up to my neck. I placed a careless hand over my eyes, blocking the light. Same old tactics.

I’ve learned from the past five months of knowing him that when he didn’t play a peer mentor, he shamelessly flirted to get what he wanted, especially around me. He knew that touching and close proximity made me feel uncomfortable, but after dealing with him for so long, I had gotten used to it. I knew exactly what he planned, and today I refused to let him get the better of me.

I waited, waited, waited, and waited. Nothing happened. Then, something touched the tip of my nose. Hm. Odd. That didn’t usually happen. Something’s weight suddenly sat on my pillow on either side of my head. Okay…now that really wasn’t normal. I cracked an eye open, peeking through the sliver of space between my fingers. My mouth tumbled open, as my jade eyes warped into saucers. My hand flew from my face to my side, grasping the emerald sheet beneath me.

“Wh-what the hell are you doing?” I barked, sounding miraculously angrier than I felt.

Shin’s face stood a few inches from mine. His warm breaths drifted above my mouth, as I stared at my reflection within his dark orbs. His index finger brushed against my cheek, as he swiped my disheveled auburn bangs neatly to the right.

“Why are you holding your breath?”

“I’m not!” I exclaimed, while sharply releasing my lungs. I swallowed my spit, as I tried to shove my head deeper into my pillow.

Shin shot me a devilish grin. “You’re not turned on by this, are you?” he asked, inching closer. I could feel the warmth from his lips floating above mine. My throat tightened, trapping my voice. “Well Kylie?”

I furrowed my eyebrows and scoffed, trying to look annoyed.

“That’s not an answer…” he murmured.

Before this lovely scenario progressed any further, my limbs finally decided to co-operate. I rolled to my right and shuffled towards the wall, trying to get away from the unnerving proximity. Just as I looked back up at him, Shin had plopped onto my bed and lay comfortably on the pillow beside me.

Damn.

“Ah! That’s a lot better!” he proclaimed, as he stretched his arms and legs, effectively trapping me against the wall. I glared, as a low growl resonated at the back of my throat. Shin’s body stayed perfectly still.

“Shin—”

“I’m not moving,” he mumbled, closing his eyes lazily. “Unless you make me, of course,” he added, tracing sloppy circles on my thigh. I sighed, dropped my head, and crawled to the top of the bed. After staring at him for a moment, absorbing his refusal to move, I leaned against the wall, crossed my left leg beneath me, and stretched out the other.

“So what do you want?” I finally asked. I glanced right, looking down on his features. His eyes remained closed, as he furrowed his eyebrows for a brief moment. His chocolate eyes fluttered open, and he stared up at me, a cheeky smile forming on his lips.

“An improv partner!” he chirped.

“What? Why?” I groaned.

“Because I suck at it,” he shot back.

I snorted, shaking my head. Okay, he had a point there. When he had a script or a vivid description of the character he had to play, his acting skills flew higher than most people. When he had to improvise, his acting skills fell lower than most people. It had a lot to do with the spontaneity of improvisation. He just didn’t feel confident when portraying a character he barely knew.

“Get someone else,” I grumbled, waving a hand in front of me.

“But the drama club doesn’t meet on Tuesdays,” he whined. “Besides, why would I ask someone else when you’re here?”

I released a sharp breath, cursing my dramatic arts background. My parents enrolled me in formal drama classes ever since I was ten and made me continue to take them until the end of grade twelve. They forced me into it for the same reason they forced me into the Angel program: to break my introverted personality. The things I go through just because I don’t bounce around and chat with everyone.

“I don’t want to,” I stated.

“Please?” He rolled onto his side, as his hands clapped together in front of his mouth. “I promise I’ll leave you alone if you just do one scene with me.”

“I’m not in the mood. Ask me tomorrow.”

Shin pouted, humming impatiently. “You’re always so grumpy on Tuesdays.”

“I wonder why.”

“Kylieeeee!” he whined, while constantly poking my side. “Please? I’m not leaving you alone until you agree. And you know I’ll bother you until that happens.”

I moaned, rubbing my temples. I clicked my tongue and looked up, staring at the opposing wall, as if waiting for a solution to magically appear. When nothing happened, I leaned my head against the wall and sighed.

“Fine. One scene.”

Shin attempted to hide his triumphant grin. “Thanks.”

“So what did you wanna do?” I asked unenthusiastically.

He let his head fall back on the pillow again and stared at the ceiling. After a minute ticked by, he said, “Psychiatrist and patient.”

“Again?” I asked, lifting an eyebrow. Shin glanced at me and nodded fervently. I shrugged. “Okay. I’ll be the psychiatrist then,” I declared.

“But I want to be the psychiatrist!” he protested.

I jerked my head from left to right. “No. For two reasons: one, you played the psychiatrist last time, and two, it’ll be more of a challenge if you play the patient,” I explained, consequently shuddering at the memory of the last improv scene we did. Shin played a psychiatrist that believed that his “patient” was gay and that the only way to help him come out of the closet was to continuously hit on him—not very different from his devilish self.

Shin stayed quiet for a moment, taking in my words. He then gave me a brief nod. “Fine. I’ll be an angsty teen or something. You start.”

I closed my eyes, cleared my throat, and straightened my back. When I opened my eyes again, I cast Shin a scrutinizing gaze. “So, how’s school?” I calmly asked.

Shin shuffled underneath my stare, as his eyes roamed the little room. “Fine,” he mumbled.

“And what about you? Are you fine?” I asked, lowering my head. “You seem troubled.”

“Well…there is something bothering me…”

I raised a curious eyebrow. “Well, why don’t you tell me about it?”

“It’s not about me though,” he quickly stated, meeting my eyes, as if making sure I knew that for certain. He looked at the ceiling again, as he took a deep breath. “It’s about a friend of mine.”

“Well, tell me about this friend then.”

“Well, my friend has this other friend that flirts with him all the time.”

I scratched my head. “Pardon me?”

Shin sat up and leaned against the wall beside me. He turned to me and said, “Okay. My friend, let’s call him Casey, has a friend who always hits on him. We’ll call him Shi-Shawn,” he quickly corrected himself. “Anyway, Casey has known Shawn for a few months now, and he wants Shawn to stop flirting with him.”

“Can’t he just tell him then? What’s the problem?”

“Well, part of Casey sort of likes the attention…” Shin’s voice trailed off, as he suddenly became very interested in the books lying on my desk.

“Oh…I see…Hm…” I placed a hand beneath my chin and knitted my eyebrows. “Then why does he want him to stop?”

Shin remained silent for a moment, still staring at my books. “Because it makes m-him think weird things.”

“Like what?” I asked, poking his arm.

“Like…like maybe he’s starting to like him,” Shin whispered, avoiding my gaze.

I leaned closer to him. “What did you say?”

The sudden proximity made Shin catch the breath in his throat. “C-Casey likes Shi-Shawn,” he admitted, stumbling over his words.

I blinked a few times, before swinging my legs over Shin’s body. As soon as my feet touched the floor, I bounced up and pumped a fist. “Then Casey should tell Shawn!” I declared.

“Casey doesn’t like talking about his feelings openly…” he murmured, as he shifted positions so that his feet met the wooden floor. Shin folded his hands on his lap and swallowed. “Besides, Casey doesn’t even know how Shawn feels. Shawn flirts with practically everyone.”

I crossed my arms, pacing back and forth. After a minute, I froze, whirled around, and shot him an exultant grin. “Maybe Shawn flirts with everyone so Casey can’t tell that he likes him!” I yelled. “That’s probably it!” I bobbed my head up and down, eyes twinkling with conviction.

Shin eyed me cautiously, cocking his head. “You think that’s it?”

“Has to be!” I cried.

“Why are you so sure…?” he slowly asked, narrowing his gaze.

I shrugged, before the sentence, “I do it too,” slipped from my mouth. Before allowing Shin to say anything, I quickly babbled on. “This is so wonderful! It’s nice when love isn’t so one-sided! Casey and Shawn are really lucky!” I prattled, waving my arms, and bouncing around the room—completing missing the determined look on Shin’s face. “So yeah, just tell Casey to tell Shawn how he feels. It’ll work out perfectly! I know saying how he feels will be hard, but he needs to take a—”

“I like you.”

“Yeah, just like tha—”

“No…I mean, I like you.”

I stared at Shin, unable to say anything. He carefully stood up and took a few timid steps towards me. I ripped my eyes away from him and glared at the ground. “That’s not funny…” I finally murmured. “Even I don’t lead you on like tha—”

“I wasn’t trying to be funny,” he cut in, now standing directly in front of me.

“No seriously Kylie, I mean it.” I slowly lifted my gaze, glaring as best I could.

Shin smirked, rolling his eyes. “For someone with who acts like an angel and devil, you’re pretty dense.”

“What do you mean I’m—”

Before I could finish my sentence, Shin’s mouth suddenly pressed against mine. My limbs froze. My eyes widened. My breath hitched.

“What are you—” I tried to ask, only to be stopped by something wet sliding into my mouth. Shin’s tongue playfully dove into my cavity walls, trying to coax me to respond. After a moment of internalizing the situation, I gingerly flicked the tip of his tongue. I could feel Shin’s lips curve into a smile, as he shoved my tongue back. I smirked. A challenge, huh? Fine by me.

Before proceeding to the bed, I cracked an eye open, glanced at the door, and released a heavy sigh.

“You left the door open,” I mumbled against his mouth, slightly pulling back.

“Did I?” he asked, wrapping his arms around my lower back.

“Yes, you did. Also, that wasn’t an improv scene. That was a replay of the past.”

Shin huffed, sending me a defiant glare. “Yes it was!” he argued. “I mean…I played you and you played me!”

“But since it already happened, it’s like you read a script.” Shin scoffed, released his grip, and stomped towards the door. I shrugged, turned my attention to the desk, and shuffled through the papers. “Fine. Leave then.”

“Who said I was leaving?”

I glanced back at the door to find Shin standing directly in front of it. He smirked, leaned back, and slipped his right hand behind him.

Click.

“Wanna improv being boyfriends?” he asked playfully, heading back to the bed and jumping onto it.

I leaned against the wooden desk, sending him a dull look. “We are boyfriends.”

“You don’t act like it on Tuesdays,” he whined, pouting.

I strolled back to the bed and sat beside him. “Well on Tuesdays, I have to deal with your angelic peer-mentor façade. You know I hate it.”

“Well…how about I fix that now?” he asked. Before I replied, Shin yanked me down, crawled on top, and licked his parted lips. He shot me a sinful grin before leaning beside my ear. “Devil you want, devil you get.”

---

“So Kyle, is there anything else you’d like to talk about? Are you sure you’re not having any trouble with the transition between high school and university?”

“No.”

“How are your projects going?”

“Fine.”

“How are your friends?”

“Good.”

I yawned and glanced at my watch: 1:28 PM. Just two minutes left before the end of this god-forsaken peer-counseling session. I rubbed my jade eyes, nibbled on my bottom lip, and waited for the next sleeping pill—I mean question.

“Hey!” he suddenly exclaimed. “When are you gonna have sex with your boyfriend?”

I gave him a bored glare, not even looking around me. “Stop being so vulgar.”

“Says the one who wanted to make out in the—” Shin broke his sentence and suddenly began laughing. “Oh, so you forgot to staple your essay and had to run around the whole school looking for a stapler?”

I rolled my eyes. “Yes, that’s exactly it.”

Every Tuesday, I dealt with an angel. Every Tuesday, I dealt with a devil. Every Tuesday, I yelled. Every Tuesday, I smiled. Whatever happened on Tuesday, it didn’t matter. Just as long as Shin stayed by my side.

Owari