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1. post anonymously unless linking to a fill posted somewhere else
2. use the subject line to indicate pairing (in alphabetical order using stage names i.e.baekhyun/chanyeol) prompt details go in the comment.
3. use necessary content warnings
4. do not embed on meme. link to images/videos. label nsfw content.
5. do not repost prompts ( Read more... )
"Relax. It was just a dream," he said simply, keeping his hand on Kyungsoo's shoulder still. "You were having a nightmare."
"Oh," Kyungsoo said simply, seeming a bit bewildered still. He was silent, still waiting for his mind to catch up somewhat, before murmuring in somewhat of a daze, "It felt really real."
"What do you mean?" Jongin questioned. The air in the room was cold - he pulled his feet up into Kyungsoo's bed and under the covers, laying down beside him for the time being. Their friends had always jokingly called Kyungsoo "the human furnace", and they were right - his tiny body next to Jongin's seemed to radiate heat.
"I dreamed that I was with him again," Kyungsoo whispered. "We were fighting. I can't remember about what. But we were fighting, and he . . . and he grabbed my throat." Under the blankets, Jongin could see him shudder. Instinctively, his arms went around Kyungsoo, pulling the shorter male against his chest. Just as always, Kyungsoo fit perfectly in his arms, and Jongin felt a sudden twinge of longing in his chest.
"But I'm going to protect you. Remember?" he murmured in Kyungsoo's ear, his strong arms holding him tightly. "Nothing will ever happen, because I won't let it."
Kyungsoo smiled softly, allowing Jongin to hold him close, his back against the dancer's muscular chest. "I know. But that doesn't make the dreams any less real." He frowned, wrapping his arms tight around his pillow, frowning a bit. "You're never in my dreams."
Jongin sighed, closing his eyes as he let his lips brush against Kyungsoo's ear. It may have been an "accident", but his friend's body was responsive - he felt the shudder that ran through him from head to toe. "Then I'll just have to sleep right here beside you, so that you can feel me with you," he said simply, letting his eyes drift closed. He was enjoying the warmth of his friend's body, the scent of his skin, and he felt a sudden pang of longing.
I would make you forget everything that hurts, if you'd let me . . .
Kyungsoo smiled, pressing his back against Jongin and feeling the other man's face buried in his hair. He wasn't sure what it was, but he always felt inexplicably safe like that, tangled up in the other. He wondered, for probably the millionth time that day, if Jongin's heart raced the same way his did whenever they touched.
Long after Kyungsoo had dozed off, Jongin let the whispered confession leave his lips - saranghaeyo - and basked in the sound of Kyungsoo's sleepy little snores. He would have liked to tell him when he was awake, of course, but it wasn't a priority when he could put his strong arms around him and show him instead.
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