Love The Way [2/2]
Title: Love The Way [2/2]
Author: FloweryMisha
Pairing: KaiSoo
Warning: BoyxBoy love. Enough said.
Summary: Jongin has a plan, and Kyungsoo is willing to try anything.
[1]
Jongin was starting to show up more often.
Sometimes, the younger male waited patiently at the university when he didn’t have any class. Kyungsoo understood perfectly why. Jongin did it simply because he was-they were?-planning to make Chanyeol jealous. Luhan and Jongdae smirked teasingly at Kyungsoo every time Jongin showed up, and strangely, Chanyeol was nowhere to be found soon after.
If it was just to make Chanyeol jealous...
...then why was Jongin starting to show up even when Chanyeol wasn’t there?
One day, Jongin suddenly came to pick Kyungsoo up after hanging out with his friends. Kyungsoo replied to Jongin’s text about where he was, but he had never thought-never-that Jongin was going to pick him up. The younger male was there with Yifan outside the movie. Kyungsoo’s heart skipped a beat when he saw Jongin laughing with Yifan over something. His heart was beating so fast that he accidentally shifted his gaze someplace else, to Junmyeon, and he held his breath when Junmyeon’s expression changed.
Junmyeon possessively threw himself into Yifan’s arms, burying his face on the taller male’s chest like they hadn’t met for days. Luhan laughed at Junmyeon’s childish attitude before bidding goodbye at everyone and walked away with Jongdae. Jongin immediately shuffled forward to Kyungsoo, giving him a simple ‘hey’, which never failed to light up Kyungsoo’s mood. But it soon faltered when Yifan told them to be careful on their way home and Junmyeon refused to make eye contact with him.
Kyungsoo didn’t know if Yifan knew they were only doing it to make Chanyeol jealous, but Yifan’s gaze on him-on them-was never judging.
But...yeah, surely Jongin did it only to start rumors. Because Chanyeol was Yifan’s best friend. It was just an act.
But if it was...
...then why, why did Kyungsoo’s heart start beating so fast every time Jongin showed up with a smile?
***
A few days had passed since then.
Junmyeon still hang around with Kyungsoo, but the latter noticed that his friend didn’t talk much lately. He felt like asking, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Usually Luhan and Jongdae would melt the awkwardness between them, but the other two were in a class that morning, so that left just the two of them. They had an hour-long break before the next class, and Junmyeon decided to review an assignment in the library.
It seemed like forever until Junmyeon finally started talking.
“Chanyeol’s asking about you, you know.”
Kyungsoo tore his gaze away from his book to Junmyeon, but the latter kept his eyes averted on his own book. “Ch-Chanyeol did...?”
“He asked Yifan, actually.”
“And...” Kyungsoo gulped. “...and what did Yifan-hyung say...?”
Junmyeon stopped reviewing through his assignment and rubbed the bridge of his nose with a sigh. “Yifan said to ask you, and not him.”
“Oh.”
Their conversation came to a halt because right at that moment, Kyungsoo felt his phone vibrating and the male instinctively reached for the device. It was a text message, and his eyes were moving quickly as he read the sentences.
“Is it from Jongin?”
Kyungsoo’s eyes widened. He automatically put the phone on his lap, as if he wanted to hide it from Junmyeon. “How-how did you...”
“He’s my brother,” Junmyeon snorted. “Of course I’d know. Is he telling you his next plan, of how to make Chanyeol jealous?”
“...yes,” Kyungsoo replied in uncertainty.
Junmyeon smiled wryly. He closed his book and harshly grabbed his bag as he rose to his feet, making quite a loud sound. The librarian gave him a stern look, but Junmyeon didn’t seem to care.
“I hope it works, Kyungsoo-yah,” Junmyeon said coldly as he walked away. “I hope you get Chanyeol back.”
Kyungsoo didn’t know if he wanted it to happen anymore.
***
It was a Saturday afternoon when Kyungsoo accompanied Jongin to go to the street dance. It was probably not planned, because no one from their university was there, but Kyungsoo had agreed because he wanted to see Jongin dance.
Everyone was ecstatic upon seeing the tan male, and it brought a smile to Kyungsoo’s face. Jongin then left him to dance with his other friends, sometimes following to the rhythm of the music, sometimes randomly creating a move. Kyungsoo found himself staring in amazement at how talented Jongin was, judging from the way he swayed his hips and played with the rhythm.
Jongin laughed a lot whenever their eyes met, and Kyungsoo laughed back. Kyungsoo was thinking of taking Jongdae along next time because he had seen the male dance once-and Jongdae was also talented-when he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. The doe-eyed male blanched for some time, because it was rare for him to receive a text. Jongin was the only person who had been sending him texts lately...
Kyungsoo held his breath upon seeing the name of the recipient in his inbox.
It was Chanyeol.
Are you dating him? Junmyeon’s brother?
Kyungsoo’s hands were trembling, but he didn’t know what he was feeling anymore.
Was it working? Did the question mean Chanyeol was jealous? What should he do? What should he answer? What should he reply?
Kyungsoo spent a lot of time biting his lower lip with his hands still gripping his cellphone. It must have been a while when Jongin noticed his uneasiness and stepped forward to him.
“Hyung?”
Kyungsoo looked up in surprise. “J-Jongin-ah...”
“Hey, what’s wrong?”
Kyungsoo visibly sunk his teeth on his lower lip again before shyly showing Jongin the text.
Jongin trapped his tongue between his lips as he squinted his eyes to read the simple questions. Funny how Kyungsoo felt there was a hint of dislike for a mere second, but it was gone when Jongin smiled. It was probably just his imagination.
“Reply to him that you’re thinking of the possibility.”
Kyungsoo’s throat went dry because he didn’t know if it was just another act, but the way Jongin smiled at him was soothing. This must be it...right? He did so, and a minute later, Chanyeol sent him another text.
Are you serious?
Jongin snatched the phone away from Kyungsoo before the doe-eyed male got the chance to reply back. The younger of the two tucked it safely in his pocket. “Don’t reply back. Let him be curious of your answer.”
“B-but-“
Jongin kept on smiling as he offered his hand to the older male. “Why don’t I teach you a thing or two about dancing?”
Kyungsoo yelped in horror. “No! I can’t dance! I’m just as stiff as Junmyeon!”
“My brother is stiff, alright, but Yifan-hyung is even worse,” Jongin laughed heartily as he grabbed Kyungsoo’s wrist and pulled him close.
Kyungsoo’s face was adorned with curiosity, but Jongin shook his head teasingly, not willing to spill anything. Kyungsoo was about to laugh, but it got stuck in his throat when Jongin held him close like they were going to do a classic ballroom dance.
“J-Jongin-ah...?” Kyungsoo whispered.
“Don’t get taller,” Jongin murmured against his cheek. “I love your height.”
Instead of dancing, Jongin did nothing but to wrap his arms around Kyungsoo’s waist and buried his face on Kyungsoo’s shoulder. Kyungsoo could feel Jongin pressing his lips lightly on the exposed parts of his neck, and he instinctively flew his hand to hold Jongin’s arm.
He had never known that Jongin’s grip was tight and protective.
***
Time flew by so fast that without Kyungsoo realizing that the deadline was near. It was just a few days until Son Qian’s wedding day.
And Chanyeol still didn’t want him back.
Kyungsoo didn’t ask where he and Jongin were going that night after the tan male suddenly showed up at his house. When he realized the younger male was taking him to a club, his jaw dropped.
“Jongin-ah, w-what are we doing here?”
Jongin shrugged nonchalantly. “I’ve got information that your ex-boyfriend will be here.”
“I-“ Kyungsoo felt the bottom of his stomach churning. He had a bad feeling about this. “I’m not sure about this-“
“This is my final attempt, Hyung,” Jongin said softly to Kyungsoo. “You still want him back, right?”
Kyungsoo fell silent. He didn’t know what he want anymore. Did he still want it to happen...? Did he still want Chanyeol back...? Didn’t he feel confused a few days ago when Chanyeol asked about his relationship with Jongin?
“You’ve given me a chance to prove it, and I’m grateful for it,” Jongin smiled and laced their fingers together. He gave Kyungsoo’s hand a calming squeeze. “It’s okay. Nothing bad is going to happen. Is this your first time in a club?” Kyungsoo dumbly nodded. “Then I’ll protect you, Hyung. Don’t worry.”
Kyungsoo felt like vomiting the moment he stepped into the club. The place was awfully loud and everyone was dancing everywhere as they pleased. Kyungsoo’s eyes were soon watering because most of the people were smoking and he coughed a few times, trying to breathe properly. Did Jongin say that Chanyeol was here? Kyungsoo wasn’t even sure if it was the same Chanyeol they were talking about. The Chanyeol Kyungsoo knew would never go to a place like this...
“There he is.”
Jongin turned around to face Kyungsoo. Their eyes met in the straightest stare, and Jongin’s eyes softened.
“Casually look over my shoulder while you’re hugging me.”
Kyungsoo slowly did as he was told, and what he saw before his eyes almost hurt him.
Chanyeol was hugging a male across the room. The male was so beautiful-not as beautiful as Junmyeon, of course, because Junmyeon was the epitome of an angel-and his eyes were adorned with eyeliner, which made him even more beautiful. Kyungsoo’s heart was hurting when he saw Chanyeol pulling away and gazed down so fondly at the other male. It was the first time for Kyungsoo to see Chanyeol staring like that.
Somehow, at that moment, Kyungsoo knew.
He would never win.
No matter what he did, he would never win.
Kyungsoo didn’t know, and he didn’t want to know, if the eyeliner male was the reason why Chanyeol dumped him. He instinctively ran his fingers to Jongin’s arms, holding on.
It must’ve been his bad luck when Chanyeol stared at his direction, and Kyungsoo gasped into Jongin’s chest.
“I-I think he’s staring-“
“Who wouldn’t stare at a beautiful person like you?” Jongin muttered softly as he shamelessly lifted up Kyungsoo’s chin with his fingers. “Don’t hide your face. You’re truly beautiful, Hyung. Everyone in this room deserves to acknowledge it.”
“J-Jongin-ah...”
Jongin stepped backwards into the crowd, pulling Kyungsoo with him, and not even once did their eyes leave each other.
“Hyung.”
Jongin’s voice was laced with longing so badly that Kyungsoo fluttered his eyes close, unable to stop the strange sensation that flooded his chest. It was filling his chest so much that he was afraid his heart would explode any moment.
“I don’t need to look at him to know that he’s staring.”
Kyungsoo hummed in response. He wanted to chuckle at Jongin’s attempt of calming him down, but he almost choked instead, letting out a small, weak cough.
“You want him to want you back, right...?”
I-I don’t know.
“Victoria-noona’s wedding party in three days. You want to go with him, right?”
Maybe. Maybe not.
Jongin caressed Kyungsoo’s hair caringly. “Tell me what you want, and I’ll do it for you.”
Kyungsoo held his breath as his eyes shot open. It was as if his mind was frozen, because he couldn’t seem to think of anything. His eyes were only focused on Jongin’s lips. Unbeknownst to him, Jongin had pulled him even closer to close any gap between them, but Kyungsoo didn’t know if it was intentional or not.
What did he want...?
He wanted Chanyeol to feel...sorry.
But was it really what he wanted now...?
“Kiss me,” Kyungsoo whispered as he closed his eyes in defeat, surrendering himself completely to Jongin.
“Gladly...”
The next thing he knew, Jongin’s lips were on his. Shy, curious touches happened at first, but then Jongin snaked an arm around Kyungsoo’s waist possessively and pressed their bodies together. There was an indescribable sensation when his body was pressed against Jongin, and Kyungsoo ran his fingers upward to rake through the taller male’s hair.
Jongin broke away their kiss only to whisper,
“Part your lips slightly.”
Kyungsoo did so, and a moment later, he felt a warm tongue running inside his mouth. It was inquisitive, but somehow it was still polite. Jongin’s tongue was exploring his cavern, licking his teeth, sucking his tongue. Kyungsoo opened his mouth for him, to give Jongin the privilege to taste him, to be the first to claim the inner parts of his mouth. Their kisses were heated and deep that Kyungsoo almost went insane at what he felt.
Everything happened so fast and they seemed to be in a blur.
The next thing Kyungsoo realized, he was on Jongin’s lap in a dim bathroom stall. Jongin had never detached his lips from Kyungsoo’s, not for a second. Kyungsoo’s body was burning with passion and the feelings of yearn, that he was unable to hold back a needy moan anymore. A moan consisting of the tan male’s name.
Jongin’s name.
It caused Jongin to touch him in places he probably shouldn’t, but Kyungsoo did nothing to stop him; he just let him. Jongin roamed his hands all over Kyungsoo’s body, and he seemed pleased at the way Kyungsoo was twitching underneath his touches, or how his name escaped those full lips in a way that Jongin would never imagine. Kyungsoo’s breath became hitched when Jongin unzipped his jeans to rub his clothed member. He must’ve lost his mind when he let Jongin teased him, pleasured him, and Kyungsoo threw his head back in undeniable pleasure when he came on Jongin’s fingers, crying the name of the male that filled his mind.
Jongin.
And not Chanyeol.
“My brother,” Jongin said in amusement as he kissed Kyungsoo, “would definitely kill me if he knew I had taken you in a place like this.”
Kyungsoo, still breathless from his climax, weakly kissed Jongin back. “Are you...?”
“Am I...what?”
Kyungsoo stared at Jongin through his half-lidded eyes. “Are you going to take me here...?”
Jongin’s eyes were deep with emotions as he pressed their foreheads together. He pulled away slightly to pepper light kisses along Kyungsoo’s jawline, before ending it by kissing him fully on the lips.
“I’m gonna take you when you’re ready.”
***
Please go to Victoria-noona’s party with me.
Kyungsoo woke up the next morning to Chanyeol’s meaningful text.
The memories of his hot make-out session with Jongin the night before rushed back to his head and he blushed several shades deeper. They did nothing more than that, but Kyungsoo didn’t mind. He was supposed to feel embarrassed instead for letting Jongin touching him, but...strangely, he didn’t mind...
As long as it was Jongin.
The doe-eyed male took another look at the text, and instead of feeling happy, he was a bit taken aback. It was what he wanted, right? It was his plan all along with Jongin. Jongin would be happy to know because all of his efforts paid off, right?
Right?
Kyungsoo took a long time to finally reply,
All right.
It was what Jongin would’ve wanted...right?
He couldn’t bring himself to answer.
Kyungsoo felt like calling Junmyeon to share the (good) news, but then he felt like cooking something for the siblings as a token of gratitude. They did help... He tried to act casual, but then he blushed instantly every time he remembered Jongin kissing him, touching him, and Kyungsoo felt like pulling his hair in frustration. Jongin had taken him home after that, and they even exchanged a sweet kiss before they separated for the night. But it was just an act, right...? Right?
Was it really?
Half an hour later, Kyungsoo found himself spacing out in front of the snacks aisle in the supermarket he frequented. He tilted his head to a side, wondering what Jongin would want for lunch...
It was then he realized that lately, Jongin had been the one to occupied his mind instead of Chanyeol. Kyungsoo suddenly felt emotional, because he felt something toward Jongin and he didn’t understand what. He weakly dropped the basket he had been holding to place a hand over his mouth.
His feelings toward Jongin was definitely bigger compared to Chanyeol.
“Kyungsoo-yah?”
Kyungsoo turned his head to the familiar voice. It was his best friend. “J-Junmyeon-ah?”
Junmyeon gave him a worried look. “Are you okay...? You...dropped your basket.” He cast a downward glance at Kyungsoo’s basket on the tiled floor.
Kyungsoo followed Junmyeon’s line of sight and he feebly nodded. He grabbed the basket he had dropped earlier and forced himself to smile. Kyungsoo felt awkward bumping into Junmyeon so suddenly, and he felt strange because he wasn’t supposed to feel like that. “Are you cooking...?”
“Yeah, Jongin is sick...”
Kyungsoo dropped the basket once again onto the floor and ignored the stony expression Junmyeon gave him. “He-he is? Why?”
“I don’t know. It just happened. This morning he woke up with a high fever... I don’t think he slept, though. He seemed really happy when he got home last night. I wondered if something good happened.”
Kyungsoo held his breath. What did Junmyeon mean by that?
“He went to the club last night,” Junmyeon frowned as he grabbed his friend’s neglected basket and passed it to his friend. “He probably went with Sehun and Zitao, because I’d definitely kill him if he took you there. The place-ugh, don’t even get me started. He’s still a kid.”
“O-oh...”
“Anyway, I gotta run. See you, Kyungsoo-yah.”
“W-wait! Junmyeon-ah?”
“Yes...?”
Kyungsoo swallowed nervously. “Do you-do you mind if I see him?”
***
“You know where his room is,” Junmyeon said as he headed to the kitchen with the grocery bags. “I’ll be here if you need anything.”
“Th-thanks...”
Kyungsoo stayed still in his spot for a few moments before finally dragging his feet toward Jongin’s room. It wasn’t his first time in the house, and yet he felt like it was. The door to Jongin’s room was slightly ajar and Kyungsoo braved himself to peek inside. He knocked lightly on the door before stepping into the room.
“Jongin-ah...?”
There was a slight movement on the bed. Jongin’s head appeared from underneath the blanket, and he smiled upon seeing Kyungsoo. “Hi.” His smile faltered. “Wait, why are you here?”
Kyungsoo ignored the question. “Are you okay?”
“No,” Jongin replied groggily. “I...couldn’t sleep last night.”
Because of our kisses? Because you touched me...?
“O-oh,” Kyungsoo stammered as he took a step closer toward the bed. He paused in hesitation, realizing that Jongin needed his rest. “Well then, I’ll leave you to rest... Junmyeon said that he’s going to cook for you. Is there anything you’d like in particular?”
“Hyung.”
“Y-yes?”
“Hug me.”
Jongin childishly sat up on the bed, spreading his arms for a hug. Kyungsoo was stunned in his tracks. If it was in any other situation, Kyungsoo probably would just laugh and dismiss it. But they weren’t in any other situation. There was something in Kyungsoo’s chest that told him he needed, no, he wanted to hug Jongin more than anything.
“Please...?”
So Kyungsoo did.
Jongin pressed his face against Kyungsoo’s flat stomach. The warmth from Jongin was a bit too much, but it was tolerable. Kyungsoo liked it. He placed his hands on the back of Jongin’s neck, wanting to cool him down, but his palms became hot instead. Jongin’s temperature was certainly high.
What made you couldn’t sleep, Jongin-ah...?
“Hyung?”
“Hm?”
“Did it work?”
Kyungsoo gazed down at Jongin questioningly. “Did what work...?”
“Is he going to be your date in Victoria-noona’s wedding party?”
Kyungsoo’s mouth went dry. “Oh. ...yes...”
How can I say no...?
“Is he asking you to be his, again?”
How do you know...?
“Is he jealous of me...of us?”
I don’t know...
Jongin hummed softly as he shifted his head upward, his chin gently poking Kyungsoo’s chest, and wrapped his arms around Kyungsoo’s waist. “Your waist is so small, Hyung. You need to eat more.”
Kyungsoo didn’t know whether to chuckle or to just stay quiet.
“I’m glad it worked out,” Jongin mumbled. “I’m glad our plan worked...”
Kyungsoo winced. Plan...? Was everything you did merely just an act...?
“Hyung, can I ask you a favor?”
“What is it...?”
“Hug me until I fall asleep,” Jongin said with a smile. “And when I fall asleep, you can let go. Just please, until I fall asleep.”
“I-“
“Please.”
Kyungsoo reluctantly climbed onto the bed and laid beside Jongin. The younger of the two snuggled closer to him, tightening his grip around Kyungsoo’s waist before uttering a small ‘thank you’. Kyungsoo didn’t let go.
Even after Jongin fell into deep slumber.
It was then that he realized, he loved Jongin’s long eyelashes.
***
Kyungsoo went to the party with Chanyeol.
Song Qian looked so beautiful in her wedding gown, and she looked so happy when Chanyeol and Kyungsoo showed up. She thanked them for coming before letting her husband drag her to greet the other family members, and Kyungsoo genuinely hoped she would live happily ever after.
Even though they were together, neither of them initiated a conversation. Both Kyungsoo and Chanyeol were quiet the whole time, drowned in their own thoughts. Yifan dropped by at their table to greet them once before disappearing again to help with his family. Kyungsoo saw Junmyeon at the other table, but his best friend only gave him a small smile and avoided his gaze the whole time. Something was definitely wrong, and this time, Kyungsoo couldn’t hold back anymore. When Junmyeon excused himself to the rest room, Kyungsoo took it as an opportunity to talk. He followed his friend to the rest room, successfully halting the fair-skinned male in his tracks when Junmyeon stepped out of one of the stalls.
“Hey,” Junmyeon mumbled somewhat bitterly upon seeing Kyungsoo. “Glad to see it worked out between you and Chanyeol.”
“Do you hate me...?”
Junmyeon seemed taken aback by his sudden accusation. The male looked away and pursed his lips as he managed a headshake. “I don’t.”
Kyungsoo pursed his lips together at the answer, he didn’t buy it that easily. Kyungsoo then gathered up his courage to talk about the (forbidden) topic he feared the most.
Junmyeon’s brother.
“It has something to do with Jongin, right? Did I hurt him?”
Junmyeon caught Kyungsoo’s gaze momentarily before dropping his eyes again. “No.” Junmyeon sounded very sad. “No, you’re not hurting anyone.”
“So why-“
“Jongin’s only hurting himself.”
Kyungsoo froze. “What...?”
“He’s in love with you, Kyungsoo-yah...” Junmyeon stared at Kyungsoo sadly. “He’s always been...”
“He’s in love...with me...?”
“Now you know why I was against your plan from the start,” Junmyeon let out a shaky breath and clutched his chest. “I’m sorry, I-I gotta find Yifan-“ He trailed off and left the place in a haste.
Jongin.
Kyungsoo took a long moment to stare at himself in one of the mirrors before running to find Chanyeol. Without thinking, he pressed his lips against Chanyeol’s, but neither of them reacted. Chanyeol didn’t even seem to flinch. After a brief moment, Kyungsoo pulled away only to find out that he had shed a tear.
The spark wasn’t there anymore.
He didn’t want Chanyeol back...
But then, Kyungsoo realized that getting back together with him also wasn’t Chanyeol’s intention from the start. He scrutinized Chanyeol’s face, and when Chanyeol stared back at him, he understood what it was about.
“To Kyungsoo and Chanyeol,” Kyungsoo started slowly. “You’re just respecting Victoria-noona’s wish...”
Chanyeol subtly nodded. He fished his hands into his pocket and smiled kindly at Kyungsoo. “You’re in love with Junmyeon’s brother, Kyungsoo-yah.”
Kyungsoo felt tears threatening to spill over. “And you...you’re in love with that eyeliner guy...”
Chanyeol’s eyes softened at the observation, and for the first time in a long time, Kyungsoo saw the spark within the taller male’s orbs.
It was the same spark Jongin had in his eyes whenever their gazes collided.
***
Kyungsoo finally understood what that mysterious sensation in his chest was whenever Jongin was around him.
It’s a wonderful feeling.
He didn’t ask Junmyeon, but he had a feeling where Jongin would be. So Kyungsoo took a cab to go to the street where Jongin and his friends usually danced. He stumbled out of the cab after paying and looked around breathlessly for a certain someone. His lips curved upward into a smile. It was easy to find the tan male dancer.
Because my heart belongs to him.
Jongin was there sitting on the sidewalk, staring blankly at the crowd of dancing people. He snapped out of his reverie when he realized someone was running toward him, and his eyes widened upon seeing who it was. Jongin stood up, with a look of an elated surprise on his face, as he watched Kyungsoo stepping closer.
Kyungsoo leaned forward to catch Jongin’s lips, kissing him, giving the other male everything he had-if he could, he would’ve given his soul to him. Jongin seemed surprised at first, as they both stumbled backwards together, but they didn’t fall due to his amazing reflex. But then Kyungsoo felt Jongin kissing him back senselessly, like they had been apart for years, while it was only for two days. Kyungsoo was so relieved of Jongin’s response that when the kisses slowly came to a stop, he let out a soft whimper.
“Hey...what’s wrong?” Jongin breathed against Kyungsoo’s lips, one of his hand running through the latter’s soft hair. “Is it not enough to prove that you want him back?”
“It’s more than enough,” Kyungsoo replied and a soft moan escaped his lips when Jongin nibbled gently on his lower lip. “But I want you.”
Jongin paused in disbelief. “Me...?”
“You,” Kyungsoo reconfirmed. “What you’ve been doing to me-it...it was real, right? They weren't just acts...right?”
Jongin stayed quiet for a moment before shaking his head firmly. “They were never acts, Hyung...”
Kyungsoo held Jongin close with all his might, as if he was afraid the other male would let go of him. He instinctively shut his eyes when Jongin leaned down to kiss his forehead, and Kyungsoo had never felt so relieved.
“Then please, don’t ever stop doing that...”
End.
Junmyeon rubbed his eyes sleepily as he walked into Jongin’s room with the intention of waking his brother up.
“Jongin-ah, wake up, you’re gonna be late-“
He fell silent when he saw Jongin, shirtless, hugging Kyungsoo on the bed. Junmyeon turned pale.
“JONGIN-AH!!”
Both Kyungsoo and Jongin jerked awake from the loud screaming. Jongin didn’t even have the time to breathe when Junmyeon hit him viciously with a pillow.
“What the-ow, Hyung! Ouch! It’s not what you’re thinking, Hyung! I can explain, I swear!”
“YOU BEING SHIRTLESS EXPLAINS EVERYTHING, YOU PERVERTED HORNY BRAT-“
“Hyung, I swear I did nothing-“
“THAT’S WHY I DIDN’T WANT YOU AROUND MY BEST FRIEND BECAUSE YOU COULD NOT CONTROL YOUR HORMONES-“
“I swear I did nothing! Kyungsoo-hyung is still wearing clothes, see?”
A little wild from the attack, Junmyeon turned to look at Kyungsoo, who turned white at his behavior. Kyungsoo was wearing clothes-although it looked suspiciously like Jongin’s...
“Are you okay?” Junmyeon asked worriedly.
“I’m-I’m okay,” Kyungsoo nervously nodded. “Junmyeon-ah, Jongin was telling the truth, he didn’t hurt me, I swear...”
Junmyeon lowered his hands with a relieved sigh. “Thank goodness, Kyungsoo-yah, I thought he was-“
Right at that moment, Jongin accidentally kicked the blanket away, exposing Kyungsoo’s milky thighs. Junmyeon’s expression darkened and he attempted to smother Jongin for the second time.
“Hyung, I swear to you, he’s still wearing his underwear-umff!”
Author: FloweryMisha
Pairing: KaiSoo
Warning: BoyxBoy love. Enough said.
Summary: Jongin has a plan, and Kyungsoo is willing to try anything.
[1]
Jongin was starting to show up more often.
Sometimes, the younger male waited patiently at the university when he didn’t have any class. Kyungsoo understood perfectly why. Jongin did it simply because he was-they were?-planning to make Chanyeol jealous. Luhan and Jongdae smirked teasingly at Kyungsoo every time Jongin showed up, and strangely, Chanyeol was nowhere to be found soon after.
If it was just to make Chanyeol jealous...
...then why was Jongin starting to show up even when Chanyeol wasn’t there?
One day, Jongin suddenly came to pick Kyungsoo up after hanging out with his friends. Kyungsoo replied to Jongin’s text about where he was, but he had never thought-never-that Jongin was going to pick him up. The younger male was there with Yifan outside the movie. Kyungsoo’s heart skipped a beat when he saw Jongin laughing with Yifan over something. His heart was beating so fast that he accidentally shifted his gaze someplace else, to Junmyeon, and he held his breath when Junmyeon’s expression changed.
Junmyeon possessively threw himself into Yifan’s arms, burying his face on the taller male’s chest like they hadn’t met for days. Luhan laughed at Junmyeon’s childish attitude before bidding goodbye at everyone and walked away with Jongdae. Jongin immediately shuffled forward to Kyungsoo, giving him a simple ‘hey’, which never failed to light up Kyungsoo’s mood. But it soon faltered when Yifan told them to be careful on their way home and Junmyeon refused to make eye contact with him.
Kyungsoo didn’t know if Yifan knew they were only doing it to make Chanyeol jealous, but Yifan’s gaze on him-on them-was never judging.
But...yeah, surely Jongin did it only to start rumors. Because Chanyeol was Yifan’s best friend. It was just an act.
But if it was...
...then why, why did Kyungsoo’s heart start beating so fast every time Jongin showed up with a smile?
***
A few days had passed since then.
Junmyeon still hang around with Kyungsoo, but the latter noticed that his friend didn’t talk much lately. He felt like asking, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Usually Luhan and Jongdae would melt the awkwardness between them, but the other two were in a class that morning, so that left just the two of them. They had an hour-long break before the next class, and Junmyeon decided to review an assignment in the library.
It seemed like forever until Junmyeon finally started talking.
“Chanyeol’s asking about you, you know.”
Kyungsoo tore his gaze away from his book to Junmyeon, but the latter kept his eyes averted on his own book. “Ch-Chanyeol did...?”
“He asked Yifan, actually.”
“And...” Kyungsoo gulped. “...and what did Yifan-hyung say...?”
Junmyeon stopped reviewing through his assignment and rubbed the bridge of his nose with a sigh. “Yifan said to ask you, and not him.”
“Oh.”
Their conversation came to a halt because right at that moment, Kyungsoo felt his phone vibrating and the male instinctively reached for the device. It was a text message, and his eyes were moving quickly as he read the sentences.
“Is it from Jongin?”
Kyungsoo’s eyes widened. He automatically put the phone on his lap, as if he wanted to hide it from Junmyeon. “How-how did you...”
“He’s my brother,” Junmyeon snorted. “Of course I’d know. Is he telling you his next plan, of how to make Chanyeol jealous?”
“...yes,” Kyungsoo replied in uncertainty.
Junmyeon smiled wryly. He closed his book and harshly grabbed his bag as he rose to his feet, making quite a loud sound. The librarian gave him a stern look, but Junmyeon didn’t seem to care.
“I hope it works, Kyungsoo-yah,” Junmyeon said coldly as he walked away. “I hope you get Chanyeol back.”
Kyungsoo didn’t know if he wanted it to happen anymore.
***
It was a Saturday afternoon when Kyungsoo accompanied Jongin to go to the street dance. It was probably not planned, because no one from their university was there, but Kyungsoo had agreed because he wanted to see Jongin dance.
Everyone was ecstatic upon seeing the tan male, and it brought a smile to Kyungsoo’s face. Jongin then left him to dance with his other friends, sometimes following to the rhythm of the music, sometimes randomly creating a move. Kyungsoo found himself staring in amazement at how talented Jongin was, judging from the way he swayed his hips and played with the rhythm.
Jongin laughed a lot whenever their eyes met, and Kyungsoo laughed back. Kyungsoo was thinking of taking Jongdae along next time because he had seen the male dance once-and Jongdae was also talented-when he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. The doe-eyed male blanched for some time, because it was rare for him to receive a text. Jongin was the only person who had been sending him texts lately...
Kyungsoo held his breath upon seeing the name of the recipient in his inbox.
It was Chanyeol.
Are you dating him? Junmyeon’s brother?
Kyungsoo’s hands were trembling, but he didn’t know what he was feeling anymore.
Was it working? Did the question mean Chanyeol was jealous? What should he do? What should he answer? What should he reply?
Kyungsoo spent a lot of time biting his lower lip with his hands still gripping his cellphone. It must have been a while when Jongin noticed his uneasiness and stepped forward to him.
“Hyung?”
Kyungsoo looked up in surprise. “J-Jongin-ah...”
“Hey, what’s wrong?”
Kyungsoo visibly sunk his teeth on his lower lip again before shyly showing Jongin the text.
Jongin trapped his tongue between his lips as he squinted his eyes to read the simple questions. Funny how Kyungsoo felt there was a hint of dislike for a mere second, but it was gone when Jongin smiled. It was probably just his imagination.
“Reply to him that you’re thinking of the possibility.”
Kyungsoo’s throat went dry because he didn’t know if it was just another act, but the way Jongin smiled at him was soothing. This must be it...right? He did so, and a minute later, Chanyeol sent him another text.
Are you serious?
Jongin snatched the phone away from Kyungsoo before the doe-eyed male got the chance to reply back. The younger of the two tucked it safely in his pocket. “Don’t reply back. Let him be curious of your answer.”
“B-but-“
Jongin kept on smiling as he offered his hand to the older male. “Why don’t I teach you a thing or two about dancing?”
Kyungsoo yelped in horror. “No! I can’t dance! I’m just as stiff as Junmyeon!”
“My brother is stiff, alright, but Yifan-hyung is even worse,” Jongin laughed heartily as he grabbed Kyungsoo’s wrist and pulled him close.
Kyungsoo’s face was adorned with curiosity, but Jongin shook his head teasingly, not willing to spill anything. Kyungsoo was about to laugh, but it got stuck in his throat when Jongin held him close like they were going to do a classic ballroom dance.
“J-Jongin-ah...?” Kyungsoo whispered.
“Don’t get taller,” Jongin murmured against his cheek. “I love your height.”
Instead of dancing, Jongin did nothing but to wrap his arms around Kyungsoo’s waist and buried his face on Kyungsoo’s shoulder. Kyungsoo could feel Jongin pressing his lips lightly on the exposed parts of his neck, and he instinctively flew his hand to hold Jongin’s arm.
He had never known that Jongin’s grip was tight and protective.
***
Time flew by so fast that without Kyungsoo realizing that the deadline was near. It was just a few days until Son Qian’s wedding day.
And Chanyeol still didn’t want him back.
Kyungsoo didn’t ask where he and Jongin were going that night after the tan male suddenly showed up at his house. When he realized the younger male was taking him to a club, his jaw dropped.
“Jongin-ah, w-what are we doing here?”
Jongin shrugged nonchalantly. “I’ve got information that your ex-boyfriend will be here.”
“I-“ Kyungsoo felt the bottom of his stomach churning. He had a bad feeling about this. “I’m not sure about this-“
“This is my final attempt, Hyung,” Jongin said softly to Kyungsoo. “You still want him back, right?”
Kyungsoo fell silent. He didn’t know what he want anymore. Did he still want it to happen...? Did he still want Chanyeol back...? Didn’t he feel confused a few days ago when Chanyeol asked about his relationship with Jongin?
“You’ve given me a chance to prove it, and I’m grateful for it,” Jongin smiled and laced their fingers together. He gave Kyungsoo’s hand a calming squeeze. “It’s okay. Nothing bad is going to happen. Is this your first time in a club?” Kyungsoo dumbly nodded. “Then I’ll protect you, Hyung. Don’t worry.”
Kyungsoo felt like vomiting the moment he stepped into the club. The place was awfully loud and everyone was dancing everywhere as they pleased. Kyungsoo’s eyes were soon watering because most of the people were smoking and he coughed a few times, trying to breathe properly. Did Jongin say that Chanyeol was here? Kyungsoo wasn’t even sure if it was the same Chanyeol they were talking about. The Chanyeol Kyungsoo knew would never go to a place like this...
“There he is.”
Jongin turned around to face Kyungsoo. Their eyes met in the straightest stare, and Jongin’s eyes softened.
“Casually look over my shoulder while you’re hugging me.”
Kyungsoo slowly did as he was told, and what he saw before his eyes almost hurt him.
Chanyeol was hugging a male across the room. The male was so beautiful-not as beautiful as Junmyeon, of course, because Junmyeon was the epitome of an angel-and his eyes were adorned with eyeliner, which made him even more beautiful. Kyungsoo’s heart was hurting when he saw Chanyeol pulling away and gazed down so fondly at the other male. It was the first time for Kyungsoo to see Chanyeol staring like that.
Somehow, at that moment, Kyungsoo knew.
He would never win.
No matter what he did, he would never win.
Kyungsoo didn’t know, and he didn’t want to know, if the eyeliner male was the reason why Chanyeol dumped him. He instinctively ran his fingers to Jongin’s arms, holding on.
It must’ve been his bad luck when Chanyeol stared at his direction, and Kyungsoo gasped into Jongin’s chest.
“I-I think he’s staring-“
“Who wouldn’t stare at a beautiful person like you?” Jongin muttered softly as he shamelessly lifted up Kyungsoo’s chin with his fingers. “Don’t hide your face. You’re truly beautiful, Hyung. Everyone in this room deserves to acknowledge it.”
“J-Jongin-ah...”
Jongin stepped backwards into the crowd, pulling Kyungsoo with him, and not even once did their eyes leave each other.
“Hyung.”
Jongin’s voice was laced with longing so badly that Kyungsoo fluttered his eyes close, unable to stop the strange sensation that flooded his chest. It was filling his chest so much that he was afraid his heart would explode any moment.
“I don’t need to look at him to know that he’s staring.”
Kyungsoo hummed in response. He wanted to chuckle at Jongin’s attempt of calming him down, but he almost choked instead, letting out a small, weak cough.
“You want him to want you back, right...?”
I-I don’t know.
“Victoria-noona’s wedding party in three days. You want to go with him, right?”
Maybe. Maybe not.
Jongin caressed Kyungsoo’s hair caringly. “Tell me what you want, and I’ll do it for you.”
Kyungsoo held his breath as his eyes shot open. It was as if his mind was frozen, because he couldn’t seem to think of anything. His eyes were only focused on Jongin’s lips. Unbeknownst to him, Jongin had pulled him even closer to close any gap between them, but Kyungsoo didn’t know if it was intentional or not.
What did he want...?
He wanted Chanyeol to feel...sorry.
But was it really what he wanted now...?
“Kiss me,” Kyungsoo whispered as he closed his eyes in defeat, surrendering himself completely to Jongin.
“Gladly...”
The next thing he knew, Jongin’s lips were on his. Shy, curious touches happened at first, but then Jongin snaked an arm around Kyungsoo’s waist possessively and pressed their bodies together. There was an indescribable sensation when his body was pressed against Jongin, and Kyungsoo ran his fingers upward to rake through the taller male’s hair.
Jongin broke away their kiss only to whisper,
“Part your lips slightly.”
Kyungsoo did so, and a moment later, he felt a warm tongue running inside his mouth. It was inquisitive, but somehow it was still polite. Jongin’s tongue was exploring his cavern, licking his teeth, sucking his tongue. Kyungsoo opened his mouth for him, to give Jongin the privilege to taste him, to be the first to claim the inner parts of his mouth. Their kisses were heated and deep that Kyungsoo almost went insane at what he felt.
Everything happened so fast and they seemed to be in a blur.
The next thing Kyungsoo realized, he was on Jongin’s lap in a dim bathroom stall. Jongin had never detached his lips from Kyungsoo’s, not for a second. Kyungsoo’s body was burning with passion and the feelings of yearn, that he was unable to hold back a needy moan anymore. A moan consisting of the tan male’s name.
Jongin’s name.
It caused Jongin to touch him in places he probably shouldn’t, but Kyungsoo did nothing to stop him; he just let him. Jongin roamed his hands all over Kyungsoo’s body, and he seemed pleased at the way Kyungsoo was twitching underneath his touches, or how his name escaped those full lips in a way that Jongin would never imagine. Kyungsoo’s breath became hitched when Jongin unzipped his jeans to rub his clothed member. He must’ve lost his mind when he let Jongin teased him, pleasured him, and Kyungsoo threw his head back in undeniable pleasure when he came on Jongin’s fingers, crying the name of the male that filled his mind.
Jongin.
And not Chanyeol.
“My brother,” Jongin said in amusement as he kissed Kyungsoo, “would definitely kill me if he knew I had taken you in a place like this.”
Kyungsoo, still breathless from his climax, weakly kissed Jongin back. “Are you...?”
“Am I...what?”
Kyungsoo stared at Jongin through his half-lidded eyes. “Are you going to take me here...?”
Jongin’s eyes were deep with emotions as he pressed their foreheads together. He pulled away slightly to pepper light kisses along Kyungsoo’s jawline, before ending it by kissing him fully on the lips.
“I’m gonna take you when you’re ready.”
***
Please go to Victoria-noona’s party with me.
Kyungsoo woke up the next morning to Chanyeol’s meaningful text.
The memories of his hot make-out session with Jongin the night before rushed back to his head and he blushed several shades deeper. They did nothing more than that, but Kyungsoo didn’t mind. He was supposed to feel embarrassed instead for letting Jongin touching him, but...strangely, he didn’t mind...
As long as it was Jongin.
The doe-eyed male took another look at the text, and instead of feeling happy, he was a bit taken aback. It was what he wanted, right? It was his plan all along with Jongin. Jongin would be happy to know because all of his efforts paid off, right?
Right?
Kyungsoo took a long time to finally reply,
All right.
It was what Jongin would’ve wanted...right?
He couldn’t bring himself to answer.
Kyungsoo felt like calling Junmyeon to share the (good) news, but then he felt like cooking something for the siblings as a token of gratitude. They did help... He tried to act casual, but then he blushed instantly every time he remembered Jongin kissing him, touching him, and Kyungsoo felt like pulling his hair in frustration. Jongin had taken him home after that, and they even exchanged a sweet kiss before they separated for the night. But it was just an act, right...? Right?
Was it really?
Half an hour later, Kyungsoo found himself spacing out in front of the snacks aisle in the supermarket he frequented. He tilted his head to a side, wondering what Jongin would want for lunch...
It was then he realized that lately, Jongin had been the one to occupied his mind instead of Chanyeol. Kyungsoo suddenly felt emotional, because he felt something toward Jongin and he didn’t understand what. He weakly dropped the basket he had been holding to place a hand over his mouth.
His feelings toward Jongin was definitely bigger compared to Chanyeol.
“Kyungsoo-yah?”
Kyungsoo turned his head to the familiar voice. It was his best friend. “J-Junmyeon-ah?”
Junmyeon gave him a worried look. “Are you okay...? You...dropped your basket.” He cast a downward glance at Kyungsoo’s basket on the tiled floor.
Kyungsoo followed Junmyeon’s line of sight and he feebly nodded. He grabbed the basket he had dropped earlier and forced himself to smile. Kyungsoo felt awkward bumping into Junmyeon so suddenly, and he felt strange because he wasn’t supposed to feel like that. “Are you cooking...?”
“Yeah, Jongin is sick...”
Kyungsoo dropped the basket once again onto the floor and ignored the stony expression Junmyeon gave him. “He-he is? Why?”
“I don’t know. It just happened. This morning he woke up with a high fever... I don’t think he slept, though. He seemed really happy when he got home last night. I wondered if something good happened.”
Kyungsoo held his breath. What did Junmyeon mean by that?
“He went to the club last night,” Junmyeon frowned as he grabbed his friend’s neglected basket and passed it to his friend. “He probably went with Sehun and Zitao, because I’d definitely kill him if he took you there. The place-ugh, don’t even get me started. He’s still a kid.”
“O-oh...”
“Anyway, I gotta run. See you, Kyungsoo-yah.”
“W-wait! Junmyeon-ah?”
“Yes...?”
Kyungsoo swallowed nervously. “Do you-do you mind if I see him?”
***
“You know where his room is,” Junmyeon said as he headed to the kitchen with the grocery bags. “I’ll be here if you need anything.”
“Th-thanks...”
Kyungsoo stayed still in his spot for a few moments before finally dragging his feet toward Jongin’s room. It wasn’t his first time in the house, and yet he felt like it was. The door to Jongin’s room was slightly ajar and Kyungsoo braved himself to peek inside. He knocked lightly on the door before stepping into the room.
“Jongin-ah...?”
There was a slight movement on the bed. Jongin’s head appeared from underneath the blanket, and he smiled upon seeing Kyungsoo. “Hi.” His smile faltered. “Wait, why are you here?”
Kyungsoo ignored the question. “Are you okay?”
“No,” Jongin replied groggily. “I...couldn’t sleep last night.”
Because of our kisses? Because you touched me...?
“O-oh,” Kyungsoo stammered as he took a step closer toward the bed. He paused in hesitation, realizing that Jongin needed his rest. “Well then, I’ll leave you to rest... Junmyeon said that he’s going to cook for you. Is there anything you’d like in particular?”
“Hyung.”
“Y-yes?”
“Hug me.”
Jongin childishly sat up on the bed, spreading his arms for a hug. Kyungsoo was stunned in his tracks. If it was in any other situation, Kyungsoo probably would just laugh and dismiss it. But they weren’t in any other situation. There was something in Kyungsoo’s chest that told him he needed, no, he wanted to hug Jongin more than anything.
“Please...?”
So Kyungsoo did.
Jongin pressed his face against Kyungsoo’s flat stomach. The warmth from Jongin was a bit too much, but it was tolerable. Kyungsoo liked it. He placed his hands on the back of Jongin’s neck, wanting to cool him down, but his palms became hot instead. Jongin’s temperature was certainly high.
What made you couldn’t sleep, Jongin-ah...?
“Hyung?”
“Hm?”
“Did it work?”
Kyungsoo gazed down at Jongin questioningly. “Did what work...?”
“Is he going to be your date in Victoria-noona’s wedding party?”
Kyungsoo’s mouth went dry. “Oh. ...yes...”
How can I say no...?
“Is he asking you to be his, again?”
How do you know...?
“Is he jealous of me...of us?”
I don’t know...
Jongin hummed softly as he shifted his head upward, his chin gently poking Kyungsoo’s chest, and wrapped his arms around Kyungsoo’s waist. “Your waist is so small, Hyung. You need to eat more.”
Kyungsoo didn’t know whether to chuckle or to just stay quiet.
“I’m glad it worked out,” Jongin mumbled. “I’m glad our plan worked...”
Kyungsoo winced. Plan...? Was everything you did merely just an act...?
“Hyung, can I ask you a favor?”
“What is it...?”
“Hug me until I fall asleep,” Jongin said with a smile. “And when I fall asleep, you can let go. Just please, until I fall asleep.”
“I-“
“Please.”
Kyungsoo reluctantly climbed onto the bed and laid beside Jongin. The younger of the two snuggled closer to him, tightening his grip around Kyungsoo’s waist before uttering a small ‘thank you’. Kyungsoo didn’t let go.
Even after Jongin fell into deep slumber.
It was then that he realized, he loved Jongin’s long eyelashes.
***
Kyungsoo went to the party with Chanyeol.
Song Qian looked so beautiful in her wedding gown, and she looked so happy when Chanyeol and Kyungsoo showed up. She thanked them for coming before letting her husband drag her to greet the other family members, and Kyungsoo genuinely hoped she would live happily ever after.
Even though they were together, neither of them initiated a conversation. Both Kyungsoo and Chanyeol were quiet the whole time, drowned in their own thoughts. Yifan dropped by at their table to greet them once before disappearing again to help with his family. Kyungsoo saw Junmyeon at the other table, but his best friend only gave him a small smile and avoided his gaze the whole time. Something was definitely wrong, and this time, Kyungsoo couldn’t hold back anymore. When Junmyeon excused himself to the rest room, Kyungsoo took it as an opportunity to talk. He followed his friend to the rest room, successfully halting the fair-skinned male in his tracks when Junmyeon stepped out of one of the stalls.
“Hey,” Junmyeon mumbled somewhat bitterly upon seeing Kyungsoo. “Glad to see it worked out between you and Chanyeol.”
“Do you hate me...?”
Junmyeon seemed taken aback by his sudden accusation. The male looked away and pursed his lips as he managed a headshake. “I don’t.”
Kyungsoo pursed his lips together at the answer, he didn’t buy it that easily. Kyungsoo then gathered up his courage to talk about the (forbidden) topic he feared the most.
Junmyeon’s brother.
“It has something to do with Jongin, right? Did I hurt him?”
Junmyeon caught Kyungsoo’s gaze momentarily before dropping his eyes again. “No.” Junmyeon sounded very sad. “No, you’re not hurting anyone.”
“So why-“
“Jongin’s only hurting himself.”
Kyungsoo froze. “What...?”
“He’s in love with you, Kyungsoo-yah...” Junmyeon stared at Kyungsoo sadly. “He’s always been...”
“He’s in love...with me...?”
“Now you know why I was against your plan from the start,” Junmyeon let out a shaky breath and clutched his chest. “I’m sorry, I-I gotta find Yifan-“ He trailed off and left the place in a haste.
Jongin.
Kyungsoo took a long moment to stare at himself in one of the mirrors before running to find Chanyeol. Without thinking, he pressed his lips against Chanyeol’s, but neither of them reacted. Chanyeol didn’t even seem to flinch. After a brief moment, Kyungsoo pulled away only to find out that he had shed a tear.
The spark wasn’t there anymore.
He didn’t want Chanyeol back...
But then, Kyungsoo realized that getting back together with him also wasn’t Chanyeol’s intention from the start. He scrutinized Chanyeol’s face, and when Chanyeol stared back at him, he understood what it was about.
“To Kyungsoo and Chanyeol,” Kyungsoo started slowly. “You’re just respecting Victoria-noona’s wish...”
Chanyeol subtly nodded. He fished his hands into his pocket and smiled kindly at Kyungsoo. “You’re in love with Junmyeon’s brother, Kyungsoo-yah.”
Kyungsoo felt tears threatening to spill over. “And you...you’re in love with that eyeliner guy...”
Chanyeol’s eyes softened at the observation, and for the first time in a long time, Kyungsoo saw the spark within the taller male’s orbs.
It was the same spark Jongin had in his eyes whenever their gazes collided.
***
Kyungsoo finally understood what that mysterious sensation in his chest was whenever Jongin was around him.
It’s a wonderful feeling.
He didn’t ask Junmyeon, but he had a feeling where Jongin would be. So Kyungsoo took a cab to go to the street where Jongin and his friends usually danced. He stumbled out of the cab after paying and looked around breathlessly for a certain someone. His lips curved upward into a smile. It was easy to find the tan male dancer.
Because my heart belongs to him.
Jongin was there sitting on the sidewalk, staring blankly at the crowd of dancing people. He snapped out of his reverie when he realized someone was running toward him, and his eyes widened upon seeing who it was. Jongin stood up, with a look of an elated surprise on his face, as he watched Kyungsoo stepping closer.
Kyungsoo leaned forward to catch Jongin’s lips, kissing him, giving the other male everything he had-if he could, he would’ve given his soul to him. Jongin seemed surprised at first, as they both stumbled backwards together, but they didn’t fall due to his amazing reflex. But then Kyungsoo felt Jongin kissing him back senselessly, like they had been apart for years, while it was only for two days. Kyungsoo was so relieved of Jongin’s response that when the kisses slowly came to a stop, he let out a soft whimper.
“Hey...what’s wrong?” Jongin breathed against Kyungsoo’s lips, one of his hand running through the latter’s soft hair. “Is it not enough to prove that you want him back?”
“It’s more than enough,” Kyungsoo replied and a soft moan escaped his lips when Jongin nibbled gently on his lower lip. “But I want you.”
Jongin paused in disbelief. “Me...?”
“You,” Kyungsoo reconfirmed. “What you’ve been doing to me-it...it was real, right? They weren't just acts...right?”
Jongin stayed quiet for a moment before shaking his head firmly. “They were never acts, Hyung...”
Kyungsoo held Jongin close with all his might, as if he was afraid the other male would let go of him. He instinctively shut his eyes when Jongin leaned down to kiss his forehead, and Kyungsoo had never felt so relieved.
“Then please, don’t ever stop doing that...”
End.
Junmyeon rubbed his eyes sleepily as he walked into Jongin’s room with the intention of waking his brother up.
“Jongin-ah, wake up, you’re gonna be late-“
He fell silent when he saw Jongin, shirtless, hugging Kyungsoo on the bed. Junmyeon turned pale.
“JONGIN-AH!!”
Both Kyungsoo and Jongin jerked awake from the loud screaming. Jongin didn’t even have the time to breathe when Junmyeon hit him viciously with a pillow.
“What the-ow, Hyung! Ouch! It’s not what you’re thinking, Hyung! I can explain, I swear!”
“YOU BEING SHIRTLESS EXPLAINS EVERYTHING, YOU PERVERTED HORNY BRAT-“
“Hyung, I swear I did nothing-“
“THAT’S WHY I DIDN’T WANT YOU AROUND MY BEST FRIEND BECAUSE YOU COULD NOT CONTROL YOUR HORMONES-“
“I swear I did nothing! Kyungsoo-hyung is still wearing clothes, see?”
A little wild from the attack, Junmyeon turned to look at Kyungsoo, who turned white at his behavior. Kyungsoo was wearing clothes-although it looked suspiciously like Jongin’s...
“Are you okay?” Junmyeon asked worriedly.
“I’m-I’m okay,” Kyungsoo nervously nodded. “Junmyeon-ah, Jongin was telling the truth, he didn’t hurt me, I swear...”
Junmyeon lowered his hands with a relieved sigh. “Thank goodness, Kyungsoo-yah, I thought he was-“
Right at that moment, Jongin accidentally kicked the blanket away, exposing Kyungsoo’s milky thighs. Junmyeon’s expression darkened and he attempted to smother Jongin for the second time.
“Hyung, I swear to you, he’s still wearing his underwear-umff!”