(for lowislane) The Other Side of Time [1/2]
For: lowislane
Title: The Other Side of Time
Genre angst??? fantasy
Rating: NC-17
Side Pairings (if any): baekyeol
Warnings: [Click to view]smut, character death (kinda. it’s complicated), some cursing
Word Count: 14023
Summary: Time travel is one thing. But to travel back in time to live a past life to find what you’re missing is something else entirely.
Author's Note: (Summaries aren’t my thing…) When I saw that I got prompts from lowislane I sorta panicked. Since I'm still a newbie I hope this meets everything you wanted. I kinda sorted change the prompt a bit, like I still used the basic idea and kinda just ran with it and I think I might’ve put a little too much fantasy, maybe?? And I feel like it got confusing?? Idk, not really sure how i feel about how it turned out, I had to rush some of it and for that I’m sorry. BUT I do really hope you enjoy it!! AS always, thanks to the mods for hosting this!!!!
“Have you ever felt like something was missing?”
“You mean, like how I’m missing my stupid, fucking phone?” Sehun said, without realizing that he held his phone in his hands as he frantically searched his bag. Jongin side plucked the phone from his friend’s hand and swung it in front of his face.
“No, not like missing your phone.” Jongin taunted before Sehun snatched his phone back. The two of them continued their walk down the campus main street. Jongin looked ahead of them, the street was scattered with students heading to their next classes or heading to lunch. People on their hoverboards weaving in and out of the crowd almost colliding with other hoverboarder’s. Some almost crashed into some of the cleaning droids. Just another day on campus. He could see from the corner of his eye, Sehun was looking at him.
“What do you mean then?”
“I don’t know,” Jongin admitted. He really didn’t know. He’s had this empty feeling in his chest. It was like he forgot something so incredibly important. And it was only recently that he had said feeling intensify.
“Maybe you should go talk to someone about it?” Sehun suggested.
Jongin gave him a bewildered look. “I’m not depressed or anything.”
“Never said that,” Sehun said, as the two of them separated so a couple holding hands could walk between them. “I’m just saying that talking to someone might help you figure that shit out, you know? Cause you know that I don’t know how to give proper advice.”
They both chuckled. Both remembering that last piece of advice Sehun had given. The pair had gone to a new restaurant and Jongin couldn’t decide what he wanted. Sehun had suggested that he should just order one of everything so then he would be able to taste each item to know what he liked. That was the kind of ridiculous advice Sehun gave, all the time.
“I wouldn’t be able to afford to talk to anyone outside of our school counselors,” Jongin said. “Which we both know are--”
“--shit,” Sehun said at the same time Jongin did. “You could ask my cousin.”
“You mean, Jongdae?” Sehun nodded. “Isn’t he a little...you know?” Jongin used his pointer finger and drew circles around his ear. They took a left towards the building of their next class.
“Yeah, but still, he might give you some,” Sehun paused to find the right word. “Insight?”
“You don't sound so sure,” Jongin chuckled as he pulled open the door to the building, letting Sehun walk in first and they made their walk down the hall towards the lecture hall.
“Thanks. I’ll give you his info, then you can decide if you want to go,” Jongin agreed. “But, I’ll warn you that he’s been dabbling in magic.”
“Magic?” Jongin said. They entered their class and made their way to the middle of the hall, where they usually sat. “I thought--”
“I thought so too, but apparently, he found some books and he said that he’s figured it out. Or something like that.”
“And you’re sending me to him anyways?”
Sehun shrugged. “He won’t do anything to you.”
Jongin tentatively knocked on the door that was painted with eyes. Poorly painted eyes, but scary nonetheless. He didn’t hear anything on the other side, so he knocked once more. Still nothing. Jongin took a breath and put his hand on the door knob.
He twists it and it opened.
He poked his head inside. If the door gave anyone the impression that the inside would be just as crazy, then they were right. It was filled with all sorts of strange things, things that Jongin didn’t know anything about. Everything was colourful and bright. There was a lot of tapestries that were hung on the wall and Jongin was sure that he had read about them in a history class once. He thinks that they were called mandalas?
Jongdae walked out of a door that was to the left.
“Ah, Jongin,” he said. He was wearing a plaid shirt and black jeans. Simple. Normal. Complete contrast to the rest of the room. “Sorry, I didn’t hear you knock. I was working on a spell.”
“Right,” Jongin said slowly. He felt like he had to tread waters carefully, he wasn’t sure what kind of person Jongdae has become since the last time he had seen him years ago. “I thought…?”
“Oh, no, you're right.” Jongdae winked. “Let's just keep it a secret between us, yes?”
Jongin nodded. Jongdae walked over to the sitting area, which was directly in front of Jongin. It had a burgundy loveseat, a glass table, and a single, cream, plush chair.
“So, you said something about feeling empty?” Jongdae asked as he said in a chair the faced a love seat. Just hearing it said out loud made Jongin feel stupid. He felt his ears heat up.
“I-I um,” Jongin stammered. “You know, I think I'm just going to go home.”
“Hey, hey. No judgement from me here. I just want to know what I can do to help you the best way I can.” Jongdae said with his hands up in defense. “If you don't feel comfortable then no worries.”
Jongin looked back at the door and sighed. He walked towards the love seat and sat. He wanted to know why he felt this way, and Jongdae, he felt, though he wasn’t a hundred percent sure, was the only one who wasn't going to laugh at him for it.
“Yeah, I don't know how to explain it,” Jongin said. He left his right hand and put it to his chest. “It just feels like I missing something or...someone.”
“Are you happy with your situation currently? Is there something else in your life that you want to do?”
Jongin thought of his life. He’s at school taking economics so he can learn Business. He teaches dance to very ambitious students. And he wants to open his own studio. What's not to like about his life.
“Yes, I'd say I'm pretty happy.”
“And you're sure there isn't anything else in your life that could make you feel this way? Family pressure? Life pressure?”
Jongin shook his head. He's been lucky and has lived a relatively normal life.
Jongdae hummed and leaned back in his chair. He bought his hands up in a triangle formation just under his chin. “Do you believe in reincarnation?”
“Reincarnation?”
“You know, rebirth and all that jazz.”
“I mean, I guess?” Jongin wasn't actually sure if he were, to be honest. He had never given it much thought.
“Recently, I've been using spells to find a way for my clients to look into their past and find out about their lives,” Jongdae explained. “I'm thinking we could start there. I find that people who are usually longing for something, is either a subconscious think they need to figure out themselves or something in their past lives had made its way to the present you.”
“That sounds expensive.”
“I'll give you a friend discount,” Jongdae said. “You get 100% off.”
Jongin was sure if he had been drinking water, that it would have painted Jongdae.
“W-what?”
Jongdae smiled. “Shall we get started?”
“Wait, I can't--”
“You can and you will,” Jongdae said. “Besides, I don't really know the consequences to this spell yet.”
Jongin was laying on his back. Jongdae was standing where he head was with a hand over his face.
“You need to close your eyes for this to work, okay?”
Jongin nodded and took a breath before he shut his eyes. He could hear Jongdae mumbling incoherent words. Nothing felt like it was happening, though. Nothing… felt different. Jongdae must have stopped talking because Jongin could no longer hear the words he was speaking. Jongin started jitter his foot in anxiousness.
He peeked an eye open and didn't see Jongdae’s hand. He saw a plain white ceiling instead of Jongdae's dark ceiling. He rose, still sitting on the couch, or well, the 'new couch'. He looked around the room. It was very different than what was in Jongdae's apartment. Instead of all the magical items and crazy mandalas, there was a modern look to this place. Everything was clean cut and monochrome.
Where was he?
Jongin turned his head to the left when he heard a door open. Sehun walked out of his bedroom, he must've just woken up.
Wait. How did Jongin know this?
“You fell asleep on the couch again?” Sehun said as he walked into the kitchen to make his morning coffee.
“Yeah…” Jongin said, looking around again. The clock on the cable box read 7:00 a.m. On the table in front of him was a worn notebook. When he reached out to touch it, he already knew what it was. What he had been reading. Where he was. Everything it all came back to him.
It was 2017. He… went back in time? Or…his mind is back in time? What kind of magic had Jongdae been practicing?
“Did you make any progress with that spell?” Sehun said from the kitchen. Jongin could hear cupboards opening and closing.
“Not yet,” Jongin said. He got up from his seat and stretched. He made his way over to the kitchen and sat at one of the stools by the kitchen island.
“You good?” Sehun asked. “You seem a bit out of it…”
“Just exhausted.” Jongin sighed and placed his head in his hands. Sehun, in turn, used his air manipulation and placed a small cup of black coffee in front of him. Jongin mumbled thanks.
“So, remember how I was telling you that I knew someone who could help you?”
“Yeah, what of it?”
“He finally agreed to work with you.”
“Really?” Jongin rose his head. “How do you know him?”
“I met him through Chanyeol,” Sehun explained. “Chanyeol told me what kind of magic he practiced and he seemed like the perfect fit for what you were looking for.”
“Chanyeol,” Jongin tapped his chin trying to remember who Chanyeol was, “he’s the loud one you always talk about, right?”
“That’s the one,” Sehun said. “His boyfriend is Baekhyun, the other loud one.”
Jongin nodded and took a sip of his coffee. Fuck. It was too hot. Jongin stuck out his tongue after his swallowed. His poor taste buds.
“You’re doing nothing today, right?” Sehun asked.
“Yeah.”
“Good, cause we’re meeting up with Kyungsoo at ten,” Sehun said. He nodded his head toward Jongin’s room. “So, go shower and get ready to leave in a bit, yeah?”
Jongin nodded, grabbed his coffee and his notebook from the table and made his way to his bedroom. He looked around his room. It was a mess. It wasn’t filled with dirty clothes or anything like that. Jongin took pride in the fact that he was diligent in doing his laundry and making his bed. It was the mass of books and papers that were scattered all over his room. There weren’t junk either. There were all filled with different spells and instructions. Recently, however, his books were of older spells. He was trying to find a way to time travel.
He wasn’t sure why he wanted to figure out how, but about a year ago, Jongin had woken up with an urge to figure out how. He started to ponder what life would’ve been like in the nineteenth century. What it was like to like during the Roman empire. Or how much would the earth change a hundred years into the future.
All these questions filled his mind. He had asked Sehun for his opinion not a week later. Though he was doubtful, he had still said that he should give it a shot.
So here he was a year later, no progress, but still… Jongin was hopeful. He didn’t make it a top priority, as he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep up with teaching dance. So every spare moment he had, he studied, read and practiced.
Sehun and Jongin walked into the cafe that was a ten-minute walk away from their apartment. It wasn’t too busy, but there were enough people here to make Jongin feel slightly uncomfortable. It wasn’t that he hated being around people, it was more about that fact that he was surrounded by strangers. He always preferred being surrounded by people he knew or people he knew that had the same values and interest as him. Which was why he always loved to teach dance. Everyone he taught, for the most part, were excited and invested in becoming better dancers.
“He’s over there,” Sehun said, pointing to a corner of the cafe. His back was facing them, so Jongin couldn’t tell what he face looked like. He had short hair, but it was still long enough that a bit went past the tip of his ear.
Sehun easily and casually slipped into the seat diagonally from Kyungsoo, leaving Jongin to take the one right in front of him.
“Kyungsoo,” Sehun said. “This is Jongin. Jongin, Kyungsoo.”
Jongin looked up and was surprised with what he had seen. The man in front of him looked ever so serious for the briefest of moments until he made eye contact with Jongin. When he did, the corner of his eyes crinkled and his lips peeled into a heart. When he saw Kyungsoo smile, he felt his heart lighten.
This was it, Jongin thought to himself. If someone were to ask what he had felt that moment. What he felt when he realized that this person what was he had been missing in his life. He would have said, complete like he was ready to scream it to the world. But, at the same time he felt sad and confused and disheartened. What he was missing in his life was something of the past, something that he would never be able to have again.
“Nice to meet you,” Jongin said, giving him a small smile.
“You as well,” Kyungsoo said. He tapped the side of his coffee. “Did you guys want to get anything before we start?”
Jongin shook his head, as did Sehun.
“We had some coffee before we came,” Sehun explained.
“So, Jongin,” Kyungsoo said. “Sehun said you’ve been trying to...time travel?”
Kyungsoo had raised his eyebrow when he asked that question. It wasn’t out of judgement, but more out a sheer curiosity. Jongin was extremely thankful for that. He had received more than enough judgement in his lifetime for choosing to pursue magic and dance instead of a “more stable career”.
“W-well,” Jongin started. “I guess, it’s a little more complicated than that.” Jongin looked too Kyungsoo unsure if how much he should reveal in their first meeting. But Kyungsoo had looked at him with such an encouraging expression. “Well, in theory, to time travel would mean putting a hole in time, which isn’t really smart. Cause, you know, you could really mess with the timeline and like fabricate the entire universe. What I want to do is...really just find a way for someone to go back in time and not mess with the fabric of time--”
Kyungsoo hummed. Sehun had leaned forward and rested his head onto his hand. Jongin had never actually explained to Sehun, in detail, what he was trying to achieve. Though, Sehun was able to use magic- Jongin knew that Sehun didn’t really care for time travel. He always liked to remind Jongin that living in the now is where one could find true happiness, not in the past or future.
“--but more... As to live the lives that have been lived in order to experience that time period without disrupting the past, present or future. Does that make any sense?”
“Yes,” Kyungsoo nodded his head. “I think it does.”
“Damn, Jongin,” Sehun said impressed with his friend. “I didn’t realize just how far you wanted to go.”
Jongin smiled a little, feeling proud of himself.
“I personally have never dealt with that kind of magic before and to try and basically mess around with time itself,” Kyungsoo started to shake his head in disbelief. Jongin felt his heart drop a bit. “You must be out of your mind to try something like that.”
“He is,” Sehun agreed. Jongin hit his arm to shut him up.
“Sign me up,” Kyungsoo said. Jongin was sure his face lit up like a neon welcome sign. “We’ve got a lot of work to do, but man, this sounds like it’ll be worth the trouble. Have you made any progress?”
Jongin nodded his head and reached into his pocket to pull out the small notebook, that he always kept with him. It was filled with all of his notes and personalized spells.
The three of them started to go through Jongin’s notes. Jongin made sure to explain everything to Kyungsoo in as much detail as he could. Kyungsoo, in turn, was helpful with give Jongin pointers or even answering some questions that Jongin, himself wasn’t sure about.
Slowly, the images of the cafe, of Sehun and of Kyungsoo were starting to fade. He was still focused on the task at hand, but just before everything faded to black, Jongin made sure to take one last glimpse at Kyungsoo face. He wanted to make sure that it was going to be etched into his brain.
This time, as Jongin blinked, instead of the cafe and Kyungsoo, he saw Jongdae’s ceiling. Jongin took a moment before he sat up. Jongdae was sitting in the seat from before.
“Welcome back, Jongin,” Jongdae said. Jongin turned and faced Jongdae. “Did you find anything interesting?”
Jongin wasn’t really sure how to respond. “I-I guess? Everything felt so real.”
Jongdae nodded his head. “I expected nothing less.”
“How long was I...out for?”
“About an hour,” Jongdae said. Jongin looked surprised. “How long did it feel like you were in there for?”
“Much longer than that.”
“Did you find what you were looking for?”
“Yes, I think I did,” Jongin said. He looked down at his lap, where his fingers were interlaced. He wondered what it would be like to hold Kyungsoo’s hand.
“Do you mind me asking what it was you’ve been longing for?” Jongdae asked carefully. He leaned forward in his chair, resting his elbows on his knees.
“It was a person.”
Jongdae opened and closed his mouth. He must’ve understood what this meant then, as did Jongin. They both knew that what Jongin longed for was something he would not be able to obtain now.
“There are two ways we can go with this,” Jongdae said leaning back into his chair. “First, we can stop. You now know what you’ve been missing and we both know the implications to that. Second, and most importantly, we could continue with these sessions. And maybe, you might be able to achieve some sort of closure over this...situation.”
Jongin leaned back as well. He knew his decision before Jongdae even finished speaking. “I want to continue with it. Me of the past was working with him or at least we were starting to work on some magic?” Jongdae perked up at this. “Based on what I was shown and the knowledge I was given, or know, I don’t know all of this is confusing me. Basically, me of the past wants to find out how to use magic to time travel. And I feel like whatever happens with that is correlated with what happens between Kyungsoo and me.”
“Kyungsoo? Is that the one?” Jongin nodded. “And magic?” Jongin nodded again. “This is most definitely interesting. How often would you be willing to come in?”
“Right now, just once a week,” Jongin said.
“Once a week it is,” Jongdae said. “And don’t worry about paying for any of this.”
“W-what? Jongdae--”
“I’m serious,” Jongdae said. “Just tell what happens every time and that can be your form of payment.”
Jongin just shut the door to his apartment. He could hear the TV on in the living room, meaning Sehun was home. Jongin kicked off his shoes and shuffled his way over to the living room and plopped himself down beside his friend.
“How’d it go?” Sehun asked, turning his attention to Jongin. But Jongin’s eyes were focused on the TV. Images of the show Sehun was watching were flashing, constantly changing in front of his eyes. “Jongin?”
“I found what was wrong…” Jongin said slowly. Sehun muted the TV then. Jongin sighed. He wasn’t really sure where he should start with this. “Did you want the long version or the short version?”
“Always the long version.”
Jongin recounted the details to Sehun. Sehun now, much like Sehun of the past, was attentive.
“It’s nice to know that we were friends in your past life,” was the first thing Sehun said. “I guess you can’t get rid of me, huh?”
Jongin knew he was just trying to lighten up the situation but it didn’t help.
“Are you sure you want to continue doing it?” Sehun said as he crossed his legs on the couch. The couch moaned with the newly added weight. “Won’t it just hurt you more when it ends?”
“It’ll hurt me regardless,” Jongin said. He sighed again and leaned his head back against the couch. “But, I think, it might be better to continue, so I know what happens. Maybe it’ll help me figure out why I feel the way I do now when it happened a hundred years ago.”
“Just make sure you take care of yourself.”
----
It was the next appointment and Jongin had to admit that he was feeling slightly nervous about seeing Kyungsoo again. Nothing had changed about Jongdae’s place since Jongin was last there, he wasn’t sure why he thought it would change. Maybe he was just trying to avoid thinking about Kyungsoo.
“Ready whenever you are,” Jongdae had said when they got past the small talk. Without a second thought, both fell into place. Jongin laid on the couch and Jongdae hovered at his head.
Jongin opened his eyes. He was standing in an elevator. He was heading to Kyungsoo’s apartment, where they would be able to freely talk about the project (what they liked to call it) they were working on. It had already been a week since they first met and Jongin had already been to Kyungsoo’s apartment several times, really they just spent as much time as they could together to figure out how they would manage this spell. During his second time there, Jongin had met Kyungsoo’s roommate, Baekhyun and his boyfriend Chanyeol. Sehun was right about that pair, Jongin had noted when he first spoke with them. They both were loud. Louder than Jongin would’ve liked, but he found the more he spend with them, the more he started to like them. They threw him off balance, but it was in a way that almost complemented his quiet life.
The elevator doors opened and he made his way down the hall to Kyungsoo’s door. The door was slightly ajar when he arrived. This was the first time that had happened, so Jongin cautiously peered his head into the apartment.
“Hello?” Jongin called out.
“Hey, Jongin,” Kyungsoo said. It sounded as though, he was in the kitchen. “Come on in.”
Jongin shut the door behind him and took off his shoes. In front of him was the living room and the kitchen was several feet in front of him, to the right. He poked his head around the door frame and saw Kyungsoo pouring himself a cup of coffee. Baekhyun was sitting at the small table that was against the wall. He head was on the table and was facing the wall.
“Hey, Baekhyun,” Jongin said. The elder made a small sound. Jongin had seen Baekhyun tired before, but the sound that Baekhyun had made was different. “Is everything okay?”
Jongin turned to look at Kyungsoo who frantically shook his head like Jongin had just opened a door he wasn’t supposed to.
“No, everything's not okay,” Baekhyun said sitting up. His eyes were red like he had been crying. “Why do boys have to be so stupid?”
Jongin kept his lips tight. He looked to Kyungsoo in confusion.
“Chanyeol and him had a fight,” Kyungsoo said quietly, he used his hand to cover his mouth from Baekhyun, but the latter just glared at his friend.
“Just because you cover your mouth doesn't mean I can’t hear you,” Baekhyun said bitterly.
“Do I want to know?” Jongin asked tentatively.
“You really don’t,” Kyungsoo said. “It’s just a stupid fight.”
“No, it’s not,” Baekhyun whined. “Apparently, it was ever so wrong of me to ask Chanyeol to grab something when he came back from the washroom. We start to fight about it and Chanyeol called me lazy. So then I picked a fight with him about that and started to call him lazy.”
Jongin looked at Kyungsoo with a small smile, when Baekhyun finished his story.
“Told you it was stupid,” Kyungsoo said quietly. He started to walk out of the kitchen, before Baekhyun could turn on him. As he was doing so, Jongin felt the slightest of touch, on the small of his back, when Kyungsoo walked behind him.
It caused Jongin to stumble over his next words, “I-It’s not stupid, just a misunderstanding.”
Jonign couldn’t see Kyungsoo’s face, but he was sure that he was smirking. That smug bastard.
“To be honest, I think that you are both slightly at fault,” Jongin said to Baekhyun. Baekhyun looked like he was ready to turn on him. “Just hear me out, Chanyeol shouldn’t have called you lazy and should apologize for that,” Baekhyun nodded his head in agreement, but frowned slightly as Jongin continued. “But you turning the fight back on his and calling him lazy wasn’t the right thing to do either. You need to apologize to him, as well.”
“Thanks, Jongin,” Baekhyun mumbled, giving him a hug. He knew that Jongin was right. “You’re such a great friend. I knew I liked you for a reason.”
Jongin felt blush rise to cheeks. It wasn’t often that one was grateful for his friendship. Baekhyun turned him around and pushed him towards Kyungsoo, who was sitting in the living room.
“You can go play with your magic now,” Baekhyun said as he headed towards his bedroom. “I have a phone call to make.”
Jongin looked towards Kyungsoo. He was reading a small book. Jongin was able to see the title, so instead he just took in the figure that was in front of him. He took note of the way Kyungsoo’s face had concentrated on the words on the pages.
Kyungsoo looked up from his book and smiled lightly at Jongin. He placed his bookmark in its place and asked Jongin a question. He responded. But he couldn’t remember what was asked.
To Jongin, it felt like he was on autopilot. He wasn’t paying attention to his actions or words or what they were working on. Instead he focused on how Kyungsoo's lips moved and caressed every syllable as he spoke. How his blinks seemed to move slowly over his corneas, and how every time he looked up at Jongin his eyes were full and bright. How his eyelashes were so perfect and full. How the apples of his cheeks were defined so nicely anytime he smiled at something silly Jongin had said. How the tendons of his fingers protruded from his hand and how his fingers though not as long as Jongin’s still seemed to hold a type of delicacy that Jongin could only imagine what it would feel like to feel those fingers run along his body.
And how every touch and every look Kyungsoo had given him, gave him more than just a stuttering heart and a light stomach. Or the light dew that coated his palms. It gave him a sense of absoluteness.
Jongin opened the door, bidding farewell to Jongdae and was surprised to see two men standing there. One of which had his hand in the air, ready to knock. Both, though, were taller than Jongin.
“Hello,” the man said. He had blonde hair styled in a pompadour. “My name is Kris and this is my partner Tao,” Jongin looked to his partner. He looked so serious. “We are from SM, are you Kim Jongdae?”
“No,” Jongin said slowly, he pointed behind him with his thumb, to signify that Jongdae was behind him. When Jongin turned back he surprised to see a modern apartment. All the gadgets and gizmos that had cluttered Jongdae’s apartment had disappeared. It looked like a normal apartment. Jongdae was standing off to the side, away from the view of the door. When Jongin made eye contact with the latter, he winked and brought a finger to his lips.
“Is everything okay?” Kris asked. Jongin turned back to the suited men and smiled.
“Everything is great,” Jongin said, he saw from the corner of his eye that the front door, was also clear of the creepy eyes. He stepped back and opened the door wider to let them inside. The pair walked in and Jongdae had casually strolled to his armchair.
“Gentlemen, what can I help you with?” Jongdae had said. Kris walked forward, closer to Jongdae. But Tao stayed next to Jongin and helped him close the door. Jongin was slightly frozen. He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do. Could he leave?
“I-I think I’m just going to leave…” Jongin said. He went to grab the door handle, but Tao’s hand extended to stop Jongin.
“Please, take a seat,” Tao said. Jongin looked to Jongdae who had suddenly turned serious. He gave a slight nod of his head and Jongin walked over to where Jongdae sat. Even though Tao told him to sit, he didn’t feel comfortable doing so. Instead he stood next to Jongdae, while the other two moved and took a seat on the couch.
“A nice place you have here,” Kris said looking around the apartment. Jongin was following his gaze and imagined all the chaos that was hidden. “Must be good for business.”
“Yes, my customers love it,” Jongdae said. “Isn’t that right Jongin?”
Jongin nodded. “It’s nice.”
“What can I help you with?” Jongdae asked again.
“It has come to our attention that there has been certain activity happening within this area.” Jongin watched as Kris eyed Jongdae as he carefully spoke. Jongin shifted his eyes to Tao, who has his eyes on him. It was like they were watching and waiting for Jongdae or himself to give up information.
Jongin felt his hands start to get clammy, so as casually as he could he put them behind his back. He knew that Tao and Kris both caught the movement though.
“What type of activity?”
Kris paused before he spoke and slightly narrowed his eyes. “Do you dabble in any sort of magic, Jongdae?”
Jongin heart started to beat loudly. Were they able to hear it? Jongin pulled his eyebrows down, in what he hoped looked like confusion and then turned his head towards Jongdae. Jongdae looked calm, cool and collected.
“We both know that magic is forbidden,” Jongdae said. “No one had dabbled in that since the early twenty-first century.”
“Yet you know the history of magic?” Tao said, turning his head slightly. “That’s interesting.”
Jongin had to agree with Tao. Not many people knew the full history of magic, only that it was forbidden after a disaster had broken out. No one knew the year it occurred either, but clearly Jongdae knew a lot more than Jongin could begin to fathom.
“Of course, I take pride in knowing about a lot of things,” Jongdae said. “But fear not, magic is not something--”
“What's also interesting is that last month someone had broken into a secret government facility and stole a very private notebook,” Tao said.
“Let me guess, this notebook had something to do with magic? How interesting.” Jongdae mocked.
“Maybe you could explain why, that after the time of the theft, this particular area in the neighbourhood has had an increase in magical energy,” Tao countered. Jongdae opened his mouth to respond but was cut off.
“Jongin,” Kris said. Jongin looked at Kris in surprise. “You don’t practice magic at all, do you?”
Jongin shook his head. “I wouldn’t even know where to start…”
“Well, I suppose coming to a magic historian would be a good place to start,” Kris said.
Shit. Jongin didn’t even realize that he threw himself into a trap.
“I--”
Before Jongin could continue, Jongdae cut him off. “I do not appreciate you coming into my home and accusing me of magic. Nor accusing one of my clients of magic. If all you wanted to do was to come here and accuse us of things we do not do, then I suggest you leave.”
Both Kris and Tao rose to their feet and made their way to the door.
“So sorry to have upset you,” Kris said. Jongin could hear the sarcasm that coated his words. “We’ll be keeping a very close eye on the situation.”
Jongdae stood and rose an eyebrow. “Is that a threat?”
Jongin noticed a small smile that appeared on Tao’s face, who had already opened the door.
“No, never a threat,” Kris said as the pair left. Once the door was shut, Jongin let out a breath. Jongin’s mind start to get a little crazy. Did this mean they were going to have to stop? How was he supposed to find out what happened between him and Kyungsoo?
“No need to fear,” Jongdae said, patting Jongin on the back, halting his thoughts. “We’ll just have to be more careful.”
Jongin closed his eyes briefly and nodded. When he opened them again, the room was back to how it initially was.
“I’ll see you next week, Jongin.”
----
“I’ve got it!” Kyungsoo said giving Jongin a kiss on the lips when Jongin arrived. At first, Jongin was startled. His mind was still catching up with the details. Their first kiss. It happened last week. Instead of working on the spell they had decided to go out. Baekhyun and Chanyeol had joined them for a portion of the day. They had ended up at a local bar. It was open mic night and the four of them were enjoying the show while sharing a pitcher of beer. After, Baekhyun and Chanyeol left, leaving Jongin and Kyungsoo to walk through the streets. Jongin could’ve sworn it was the alcohol that got him to do it. But, no matter what it was, Jongin had confessed. Kyungsoo had given him such a bright smile that Jongin couldn’t help but kiss him. Ever since then they were “together”.
“Wait, what?”
“I think I might’ve figured it out,” Kyungsoo said as he pulled Jongin along to the couch.
“You’re welcome!” Jongin heard Baekhyun yell from his bedroom.
“Okay, well, Baekhyun gave me the spark to ignite the idea,” Kyungsoo explained. “So, you know how Sehun uses magic to manipulate the air particles, which help him do the things he does,” Jongin nods his head. He wasn’t entirely sure where Kyungsoo was going with this. “Instead of using air particles, we need to use time and manipulate that.”
“Wait, but time is a human construct.”
“Yes, but no,” Kyungsoo said. “We can use the sun and the earth’s rotation and manipulate them.”
“So, you’re suggesting that we use magic to basically, move planets?”
“Not necessarily? I haven’t really figured out the technicalities of it, but,” Kyungsoo bit his lip. “I just thought that we could use that concept as a base.”
Jongin smiled. “Well, we’re definitely a lot closer than where we were before.” Jongin felt his mind starting to turn in possibilities. “I think we can use this.”
Kyungsoo smiled bright and gave Jongin another kiss on the lips. This time, though, Jongin held him there just a little longer.
They spent the rest of the day working out how they were going to manage to create a time shift. Baekhyun has left about an hour ago, saying he was spending the night at Chanyeol’s, which left Kyungsoo and Jongin struggling to try to figure everything out. Kyungsoo, Jongin could tell, was starting to lose hope. But as Jongin stared at his notebook, he started to flip through it. On the first page, just under Jongin’s name was Kyungsoo’s. After almost filling the entire notebook with both of their notes on this project, Kyungsoo decided that he should also have rights to his notebook. Jongin smiled to himself as he continued his flip through, not really looking at the words. There was something though, that caught his eye. It was small doodle that he made sometime last year, when he was working on a different spell. The doodle was a small cylinder, the longer lines curved in like a...like a wormhole would.
That was it. That must be it. Jongin flipped to the next available blank page and started to write out his thoughts. If they used a wormhole, of sorts, then they could use that as controlled time-space. They could jump into that and travel through time without disrupting the current timeline. But then that would just mean, a person could only jump to their own past timelines. They wouldn’t be able to jump to others, until he and Kyungsoo worked out the finer details and practiced more.
Jongin looked at his notes, after he finished his final sentence and smiled wide. He turned to Kyungsoo, excited to share his thoughts but he discovered that the other was already watching him. It threw Jongin off kilter, he still wasn’t used to having Kyungsoo’s affections.
“I-I think I figured it out,” Jongin said and showed Kyungsoo his chicken scratch. The latter though, had been able to make out the words. Jongin watched as Kyungsoo read the words and everything started to make sense.
“T-That’s brilliant, Jongin,” Kyungsoo said with just as much excitement as Jongin was feeling. “I could love you so hard, right now.”
Kyungsoo’s mouth was agape, when he realized what he had said. Sex wasn’t something they had talked about, for obvious reasons. They both were so new to this relationship, but fuck, Jongin couldn’t help but agree.
“Love me, then,” Jongin said softly as he placed a hand on Kyungsoo’s thigh. Kyungsoo almost immediately captured Jongin’s mouth. Jongin felt one of Kyungsoo’s hand go to his hip and the other was slightly pushing him back so he could lay on the couch. Jongin’s hand slowly ran up Kyungsoo’s forearms and past his shoulders. One of Jongin’s hand ran through Kyungsoo’s hair to keep him in place, while the other gripped on the back of Kyungsoo’s shirt. Kyungsoo shifted his hands so that they started to push up Jongin shirt.
Kyungsoo pulled away from the kiss. But Jongin tried to chase his lips. Kyungsoo smiled a bit and gave Jongin a peck before kissing his way down to Jongin’s exposed chest. Jongin breathing hitched when Kyungsoo went for his right nipple. Jongin scrunched up Kyungsoo’s shirt in his hands and tried to remove it.
“Off,” Jongin said. Kyungsoo easily complied after he removed himself from Jongin’s chest.
“Your’s too.” Kyungsoo helped Jongin pull off his shirt and toss it to the side, where Kyungsoo’s shirt landed. Jongin slowly ran his hands down Kyungsoo’s firm chest. He still sat up so it was easy for Jongin to run his fingers just past Kyungsoo’s waistband of his jeans and underwear. Kyungsoo bit his bottom lip and brought his hands to the front of his jeans to undo the button, giving Jongin more room to explore. Kyungsoo leaned forward a bit and placed his hands on either side of Jongin’s head.
Tentatively, Jongin brought his hand lower and lower until he felt Kyungsoo’s half-hard dick. Kyungsoo gasped and bent forward to capture Jongin’s lips. Kyungsoo pushed his tongue forward as Jongin started to massage Kyungsoo’s dick. Jongin felt himself grow harder as he heard Kyungsoo’s moans.
“Y-you need to stop,” Kyungsoo said against his lips. “Or I’m going to come too fast.”
Jongin smirked and pulled his hand out of Kyungsoo’s pants.
“Maybe we should go to your room before Baekhyun is surprised by your ass,” Jongin said as he grasped Kyungsoo’s ass and brought his hips down so they could grind.
Kyungsoo brought their lips together one more time before dragging Jongin to his bedroom. He shut the door behind them and pushed Jongin onto the bed. He stripped the rest of Jongin and his clothes before he inched his way between Jongin’s legs. Jongin though, was appreciating Kyungsoo’s body. It was everything he loved and then some.
Jongin couldn’t help himself as he brought Kyungsoo down for a kiss. They both let their hands wander each other's bodies. Both try to memorize each and every curve or their bodies. Kyungsoo pulled away from the kiss to reach over to his nightstand. This caused their erections to brush. Both moaning at the contact.
When Kyungsoo grabbed, his lube, he leaned back so he was resting on his shins and positioned Jongin. He had Jongin’s legs resting on either side of his hips as he coated his fingers with lube. When the first finger punctured through his hole, Jongin scrunched up his face. He wasn’t used to the feeling. But as Kyungsoo continued to stretch him, he also started to leave marks along his body-- which riled Jongin up more. By the time Kyungsoo inserted his second finger, Jongin got over the discomfort fast and only felt pure bliss.
“Kyungsoo,” Jongin gasped. “I want you so much right now.”
“You’re not ready yet,” Kyungsoo whispered against his neck, where he was currently leaving another mark. “You’re almost there.”
Kyungsoo himself, must’ve been getting impatient, as he inserted another finger. Jongin had one of his hands on Kyungsoo’s back and another in his hair. Both tightened as Kyungsoo continued to penetrate him with his fingers.
“Please, Soo,” Jongin moaned. A few more movements and Kyungsoo removed his fingers. He grabbed his lube once again and coated his dick before lining himself up. He put his hands on either side of Jongin’s hips and push forward.
Jongin felt the tip hit his hole and penetrate him. He had his mouth open in a silent scream and he adjusts to Kyungsoo’s size. Both of his hands now grasp at the bed sheets.
Jongin shifted his hips as a silent approval for Kyungsoo to move and he did so slowly. Jongin wrapped his legs behind Kyungsoo’s back. He wanted him deeper. Jongin looked at Kyungsoo, who had pleasure written all over his face as he watched his dick penetrate Jongin.
Kyungsoo gave Jongin’s dick a couple strokes, which caused him to moan loud.
“Kyungsoo.”
“Does that feel good?” Kyungsoo said as he hit Jongin’s prostate head on. He leaned forward and put his arms on either side of Jongin’s head as he continued to fuck him.
“So good.” Jongin raised his arms to loop around Kyungsoo’s head. Kyungsoo leaned closer so he could kiss Jongin. As he brought his body closer to Jongin’s, Kyungsoo’s stomach had brushed Jongin’s neglected dick causing Jongin to moan into the kiss. With the constant stimulation of his prostate and the subtle brushes against his dick, Jongin felt himself drawing closer and closer to his orgasm.
“Fuck, I’m close,” Jongin said. Kyungsoo changed his position back to how he initially started. It was easier for him to pound into Jongin.
“Me too,” Kyungsoo said. He reached over and started to jerk Jongin off. So much stimulation.
He felt it building and building until finally, he came onto his stomach and Kyungsoo’s hand. Kyungsoo’s kept going for several more thrusts, just when Jongin was about to get over stimulated, Kyungsoo came.
Kyungsoo leaned forward and rested on top of Jongin for a couple minutes to catch his breath. Jongin didn’t mind as he rubbed his lover's back. Kyungsoo took a deep breath and pulled out of Jongin. Without a word Kyungsoo got off the bed left his room. When he returned it was with a wet rag. He gently cleaned off, Jongin’s stomach and then gently turned him over to clean his ass, which was still leaking some of Kyungsoo’s cum. Once he was satisfied, Jongin heard the rag get tossed and land in Kyungsoo’s laundry basket. Kyungsoo climbed into to bed and took Jongin in his arms. Jongin leaned up and gave Kyungsoo a kiss on his jaw before snuggled his head between Kyungsoo’s shoulder and neck.
Jongin’s world faded to black as he fell asleep in Kyungsoo’s arms.
part ii
Title: The Other Side of Time
Genre angst??? fantasy
Rating: NC-17
Side Pairings (if any): baekyeol
Warnings: [Click to view]smut, character death (kinda. it’s complicated), some cursing
Word Count: 14023
Summary: Time travel is one thing. But to travel back in time to live a past life to find what you’re missing is something else entirely.
Author's Note: (Summaries aren’t my thing…) When I saw that I got prompts from lowislane I sorta panicked. Since I'm still a newbie I hope this meets everything you wanted. I kinda sorted change the prompt a bit, like I still used the basic idea and kinda just ran with it and I think I might’ve put a little too much fantasy, maybe?? And I feel like it got confusing?? Idk, not really sure how i feel about how it turned out, I had to rush some of it and for that I’m sorry. BUT I do really hope you enjoy it!! AS always, thanks to the mods for hosting this!!!!
“Have you ever felt like something was missing?”
“You mean, like how I’m missing my stupid, fucking phone?” Sehun said, without realizing that he held his phone in his hands as he frantically searched his bag. Jongin side plucked the phone from his friend’s hand and swung it in front of his face.
“No, not like missing your phone.” Jongin taunted before Sehun snatched his phone back. The two of them continued their walk down the campus main street. Jongin looked ahead of them, the street was scattered with students heading to their next classes or heading to lunch. People on their hoverboards weaving in and out of the crowd almost colliding with other hoverboarder’s. Some almost crashed into some of the cleaning droids. Just another day on campus. He could see from the corner of his eye, Sehun was looking at him.
“What do you mean then?”
“I don’t know,” Jongin admitted. He really didn’t know. He’s had this empty feeling in his chest. It was like he forgot something so incredibly important. And it was only recently that he had said feeling intensify.
“Maybe you should go talk to someone about it?” Sehun suggested.
Jongin gave him a bewildered look. “I’m not depressed or anything.”
“Never said that,” Sehun said, as the two of them separated so a couple holding hands could walk between them. “I’m just saying that talking to someone might help you figure that shit out, you know? Cause you know that I don’t know how to give proper advice.”
They both chuckled. Both remembering that last piece of advice Sehun had given. The pair had gone to a new restaurant and Jongin couldn’t decide what he wanted. Sehun had suggested that he should just order one of everything so then he would be able to taste each item to know what he liked. That was the kind of ridiculous advice Sehun gave, all the time.
“I wouldn’t be able to afford to talk to anyone outside of our school counselors,” Jongin said. “Which we both know are--”
“--shit,” Sehun said at the same time Jongin did. “You could ask my cousin.”
“You mean, Jongdae?” Sehun nodded. “Isn’t he a little...you know?” Jongin used his pointer finger and drew circles around his ear. They took a left towards the building of their next class.
“Yeah, but still, he might give you some,” Sehun paused to find the right word. “Insight?”
“You don't sound so sure,” Jongin chuckled as he pulled open the door to the building, letting Sehun walk in first and they made their walk down the hall towards the lecture hall.
“Thanks. I’ll give you his info, then you can decide if you want to go,” Jongin agreed. “But, I’ll warn you that he’s been dabbling in magic.”
“Magic?” Jongin said. They entered their class and made their way to the middle of the hall, where they usually sat. “I thought--”
“I thought so too, but apparently, he found some books and he said that he’s figured it out. Or something like that.”
“And you’re sending me to him anyways?”
Sehun shrugged. “He won’t do anything to you.”
Jongin tentatively knocked on the door that was painted with eyes. Poorly painted eyes, but scary nonetheless. He didn’t hear anything on the other side, so he knocked once more. Still nothing. Jongin took a breath and put his hand on the door knob.
He twists it and it opened.
He poked his head inside. If the door gave anyone the impression that the inside would be just as crazy, then they were right. It was filled with all sorts of strange things, things that Jongin didn’t know anything about. Everything was colourful and bright. There was a lot of tapestries that were hung on the wall and Jongin was sure that he had read about them in a history class once. He thinks that they were called mandalas?
Jongdae walked out of a door that was to the left.
“Ah, Jongin,” he said. He was wearing a plaid shirt and black jeans. Simple. Normal. Complete contrast to the rest of the room. “Sorry, I didn’t hear you knock. I was working on a spell.”
“Right,” Jongin said slowly. He felt like he had to tread waters carefully, he wasn’t sure what kind of person Jongdae has become since the last time he had seen him years ago. “I thought…?”
“Oh, no, you're right.” Jongdae winked. “Let's just keep it a secret between us, yes?”
Jongin nodded. Jongdae walked over to the sitting area, which was directly in front of Jongin. It had a burgundy loveseat, a glass table, and a single, cream, plush chair.
“So, you said something about feeling empty?” Jongdae asked as he said in a chair the faced a love seat. Just hearing it said out loud made Jongin feel stupid. He felt his ears heat up.
“I-I um,” Jongin stammered. “You know, I think I'm just going to go home.”
“Hey, hey. No judgement from me here. I just want to know what I can do to help you the best way I can.” Jongdae said with his hands up in defense. “If you don't feel comfortable then no worries.”
Jongin looked back at the door and sighed. He walked towards the love seat and sat. He wanted to know why he felt this way, and Jongdae, he felt, though he wasn’t a hundred percent sure, was the only one who wasn't going to laugh at him for it.
“Yeah, I don't know how to explain it,” Jongin said. He left his right hand and put it to his chest. “It just feels like I missing something or...someone.”
“Are you happy with your situation currently? Is there something else in your life that you want to do?”
Jongin thought of his life. He’s at school taking economics so he can learn Business. He teaches dance to very ambitious students. And he wants to open his own studio. What's not to like about his life.
“Yes, I'd say I'm pretty happy.”
“And you're sure there isn't anything else in your life that could make you feel this way? Family pressure? Life pressure?”
Jongin shook his head. He's been lucky and has lived a relatively normal life.
Jongdae hummed and leaned back in his chair. He bought his hands up in a triangle formation just under his chin. “Do you believe in reincarnation?”
“Reincarnation?”
“You know, rebirth and all that jazz.”
“I mean, I guess?” Jongin wasn't actually sure if he were, to be honest. He had never given it much thought.
“Recently, I've been using spells to find a way for my clients to look into their past and find out about their lives,” Jongdae explained. “I'm thinking we could start there. I find that people who are usually longing for something, is either a subconscious think they need to figure out themselves or something in their past lives had made its way to the present you.”
“That sounds expensive.”
“I'll give you a friend discount,” Jongdae said. “You get 100% off.”
Jongin was sure if he had been drinking water, that it would have painted Jongdae.
“W-what?”
Jongdae smiled. “Shall we get started?”
“Wait, I can't--”
“You can and you will,” Jongdae said. “Besides, I don't really know the consequences to this spell yet.”
Jongin was laying on his back. Jongdae was standing where he head was with a hand over his face.
“You need to close your eyes for this to work, okay?”
Jongin nodded and took a breath before he shut his eyes. He could hear Jongdae mumbling incoherent words. Nothing felt like it was happening, though. Nothing… felt different. Jongdae must have stopped talking because Jongin could no longer hear the words he was speaking. Jongin started jitter his foot in anxiousness.
He peeked an eye open and didn't see Jongdae’s hand. He saw a plain white ceiling instead of Jongdae's dark ceiling. He rose, still sitting on the couch, or well, the 'new couch'. He looked around the room. It was very different than what was in Jongdae's apartment. Instead of all the magical items and crazy mandalas, there was a modern look to this place. Everything was clean cut and monochrome.
Where was he?
Jongin turned his head to the left when he heard a door open. Sehun walked out of his bedroom, he must've just woken up.
Wait. How did Jongin know this?
“You fell asleep on the couch again?” Sehun said as he walked into the kitchen to make his morning coffee.
“Yeah…” Jongin said, looking around again. The clock on the cable box read 7:00 a.m. On the table in front of him was a worn notebook. When he reached out to touch it, he already knew what it was. What he had been reading. Where he was. Everything it all came back to him.
It was 2017. He… went back in time? Or…his mind is back in time? What kind of magic had Jongdae been practicing?
“Did you make any progress with that spell?” Sehun said from the kitchen. Jongin could hear cupboards opening and closing.
“Not yet,” Jongin said. He got up from his seat and stretched. He made his way over to the kitchen and sat at one of the stools by the kitchen island.
“You good?” Sehun asked. “You seem a bit out of it…”
“Just exhausted.” Jongin sighed and placed his head in his hands. Sehun, in turn, used his air manipulation and placed a small cup of black coffee in front of him. Jongin mumbled thanks.
“So, remember how I was telling you that I knew someone who could help you?”
“Yeah, what of it?”
“He finally agreed to work with you.”
“Really?” Jongin rose his head. “How do you know him?”
“I met him through Chanyeol,” Sehun explained. “Chanyeol told me what kind of magic he practiced and he seemed like the perfect fit for what you were looking for.”
“Chanyeol,” Jongin tapped his chin trying to remember who Chanyeol was, “he’s the loud one you always talk about, right?”
“That’s the one,” Sehun said. “His boyfriend is Baekhyun, the other loud one.”
Jongin nodded and took a sip of his coffee. Fuck. It was too hot. Jongin stuck out his tongue after his swallowed. His poor taste buds.
“You’re doing nothing today, right?” Sehun asked.
“Yeah.”
“Good, cause we’re meeting up with Kyungsoo at ten,” Sehun said. He nodded his head toward Jongin’s room. “So, go shower and get ready to leave in a bit, yeah?”
Jongin nodded, grabbed his coffee and his notebook from the table and made his way to his bedroom. He looked around his room. It was a mess. It wasn’t filled with dirty clothes or anything like that. Jongin took pride in the fact that he was diligent in doing his laundry and making his bed. It was the mass of books and papers that were scattered all over his room. There weren’t junk either. There were all filled with different spells and instructions. Recently, however, his books were of older spells. He was trying to find a way to time travel.
He wasn’t sure why he wanted to figure out how, but about a year ago, Jongin had woken up with an urge to figure out how. He started to ponder what life would’ve been like in the nineteenth century. What it was like to like during the Roman empire. Or how much would the earth change a hundred years into the future.
All these questions filled his mind. He had asked Sehun for his opinion not a week later. Though he was doubtful, he had still said that he should give it a shot.
So here he was a year later, no progress, but still… Jongin was hopeful. He didn’t make it a top priority, as he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep up with teaching dance. So every spare moment he had, he studied, read and practiced.
Sehun and Jongin walked into the cafe that was a ten-minute walk away from their apartment. It wasn’t too busy, but there were enough people here to make Jongin feel slightly uncomfortable. It wasn’t that he hated being around people, it was more about that fact that he was surrounded by strangers. He always preferred being surrounded by people he knew or people he knew that had the same values and interest as him. Which was why he always loved to teach dance. Everyone he taught, for the most part, were excited and invested in becoming better dancers.
“He’s over there,” Sehun said, pointing to a corner of the cafe. His back was facing them, so Jongin couldn’t tell what he face looked like. He had short hair, but it was still long enough that a bit went past the tip of his ear.
Sehun easily and casually slipped into the seat diagonally from Kyungsoo, leaving Jongin to take the one right in front of him.
“Kyungsoo,” Sehun said. “This is Jongin. Jongin, Kyungsoo.”
Jongin looked up and was surprised with what he had seen. The man in front of him looked ever so serious for the briefest of moments until he made eye contact with Jongin. When he did, the corner of his eyes crinkled and his lips peeled into a heart. When he saw Kyungsoo smile, he felt his heart lighten.
This was it, Jongin thought to himself. If someone were to ask what he had felt that moment. What he felt when he realized that this person what was he had been missing in his life. He would have said, complete like he was ready to scream it to the world. But, at the same time he felt sad and confused and disheartened. What he was missing in his life was something of the past, something that he would never be able to have again.
“Nice to meet you,” Jongin said, giving him a small smile.
“You as well,” Kyungsoo said. He tapped the side of his coffee. “Did you guys want to get anything before we start?”
Jongin shook his head, as did Sehun.
“We had some coffee before we came,” Sehun explained.
“So, Jongin,” Kyungsoo said. “Sehun said you’ve been trying to...time travel?”
Kyungsoo had raised his eyebrow when he asked that question. It wasn’t out of judgement, but more out a sheer curiosity. Jongin was extremely thankful for that. He had received more than enough judgement in his lifetime for choosing to pursue magic and dance instead of a “more stable career”.
“W-well,” Jongin started. “I guess, it’s a little more complicated than that.” Jongin looked too Kyungsoo unsure if how much he should reveal in their first meeting. But Kyungsoo had looked at him with such an encouraging expression. “Well, in theory, to time travel would mean putting a hole in time, which isn’t really smart. Cause, you know, you could really mess with the timeline and like fabricate the entire universe. What I want to do is...really just find a way for someone to go back in time and not mess with the fabric of time--”
Kyungsoo hummed. Sehun had leaned forward and rested his head onto his hand. Jongin had never actually explained to Sehun, in detail, what he was trying to achieve. Though, Sehun was able to use magic- Jongin knew that Sehun didn’t really care for time travel. He always liked to remind Jongin that living in the now is where one could find true happiness, not in the past or future.
“--but more... As to live the lives that have been lived in order to experience that time period without disrupting the past, present or future. Does that make any sense?”
“Yes,” Kyungsoo nodded his head. “I think it does.”
“Damn, Jongin,” Sehun said impressed with his friend. “I didn’t realize just how far you wanted to go.”
Jongin smiled a little, feeling proud of himself.
“I personally have never dealt with that kind of magic before and to try and basically mess around with time itself,” Kyungsoo started to shake his head in disbelief. Jongin felt his heart drop a bit. “You must be out of your mind to try something like that.”
“He is,” Sehun agreed. Jongin hit his arm to shut him up.
“Sign me up,” Kyungsoo said. Jongin was sure his face lit up like a neon welcome sign. “We’ve got a lot of work to do, but man, this sounds like it’ll be worth the trouble. Have you made any progress?”
Jongin nodded his head and reached into his pocket to pull out the small notebook, that he always kept with him. It was filled with all of his notes and personalized spells.
The three of them started to go through Jongin’s notes. Jongin made sure to explain everything to Kyungsoo in as much detail as he could. Kyungsoo, in turn, was helpful with give Jongin pointers or even answering some questions that Jongin, himself wasn’t sure about.
Slowly, the images of the cafe, of Sehun and of Kyungsoo were starting to fade. He was still focused on the task at hand, but just before everything faded to black, Jongin made sure to take one last glimpse at Kyungsoo face. He wanted to make sure that it was going to be etched into his brain.
This time, as Jongin blinked, instead of the cafe and Kyungsoo, he saw Jongdae’s ceiling. Jongin took a moment before he sat up. Jongdae was sitting in the seat from before.
“Welcome back, Jongin,” Jongdae said. Jongin turned and faced Jongdae. “Did you find anything interesting?”
Jongin wasn’t really sure how to respond. “I-I guess? Everything felt so real.”
Jongdae nodded his head. “I expected nothing less.”
“How long was I...out for?”
“About an hour,” Jongdae said. Jongin looked surprised. “How long did it feel like you were in there for?”
“Much longer than that.”
“Did you find what you were looking for?”
“Yes, I think I did,” Jongin said. He looked down at his lap, where his fingers were interlaced. He wondered what it would be like to hold Kyungsoo’s hand.
“Do you mind me asking what it was you’ve been longing for?” Jongdae asked carefully. He leaned forward in his chair, resting his elbows on his knees.
“It was a person.”
Jongdae opened and closed his mouth. He must’ve understood what this meant then, as did Jongin. They both knew that what Jongin longed for was something he would not be able to obtain now.
“There are two ways we can go with this,” Jongdae said leaning back into his chair. “First, we can stop. You now know what you’ve been missing and we both know the implications to that. Second, and most importantly, we could continue with these sessions. And maybe, you might be able to achieve some sort of closure over this...situation.”
Jongin leaned back as well. He knew his decision before Jongdae even finished speaking. “I want to continue with it. Me of the past was working with him or at least we were starting to work on some magic?” Jongdae perked up at this. “Based on what I was shown and the knowledge I was given, or know, I don’t know all of this is confusing me. Basically, me of the past wants to find out how to use magic to time travel. And I feel like whatever happens with that is correlated with what happens between Kyungsoo and me.”
“Kyungsoo? Is that the one?” Jongin nodded. “And magic?” Jongin nodded again. “This is most definitely interesting. How often would you be willing to come in?”
“Right now, just once a week,” Jongin said.
“Once a week it is,” Jongdae said. “And don’t worry about paying for any of this.”
“W-what? Jongdae--”
“I’m serious,” Jongdae said. “Just tell what happens every time and that can be your form of payment.”
Jongin just shut the door to his apartment. He could hear the TV on in the living room, meaning Sehun was home. Jongin kicked off his shoes and shuffled his way over to the living room and plopped himself down beside his friend.
“How’d it go?” Sehun asked, turning his attention to Jongin. But Jongin’s eyes were focused on the TV. Images of the show Sehun was watching were flashing, constantly changing in front of his eyes. “Jongin?”
“I found what was wrong…” Jongin said slowly. Sehun muted the TV then. Jongin sighed. He wasn’t really sure where he should start with this. “Did you want the long version or the short version?”
“Always the long version.”
Jongin recounted the details to Sehun. Sehun now, much like Sehun of the past, was attentive.
“It’s nice to know that we were friends in your past life,” was the first thing Sehun said. “I guess you can’t get rid of me, huh?”
Jongin knew he was just trying to lighten up the situation but it didn’t help.
“Are you sure you want to continue doing it?” Sehun said as he crossed his legs on the couch. The couch moaned with the newly added weight. “Won’t it just hurt you more when it ends?”
“It’ll hurt me regardless,” Jongin said. He sighed again and leaned his head back against the couch. “But, I think, it might be better to continue, so I know what happens. Maybe it’ll help me figure out why I feel the way I do now when it happened a hundred years ago.”
“Just make sure you take care of yourself.”
----
It was the next appointment and Jongin had to admit that he was feeling slightly nervous about seeing Kyungsoo again. Nothing had changed about Jongdae’s place since Jongin was last there, he wasn’t sure why he thought it would change. Maybe he was just trying to avoid thinking about Kyungsoo.
“Ready whenever you are,” Jongdae had said when they got past the small talk. Without a second thought, both fell into place. Jongin laid on the couch and Jongdae hovered at his head.
Jongin opened his eyes. He was standing in an elevator. He was heading to Kyungsoo’s apartment, where they would be able to freely talk about the project (what they liked to call it) they were working on. It had already been a week since they first met and Jongin had already been to Kyungsoo’s apartment several times, really they just spent as much time as they could together to figure out how they would manage this spell. During his second time there, Jongin had met Kyungsoo’s roommate, Baekhyun and his boyfriend Chanyeol. Sehun was right about that pair, Jongin had noted when he first spoke with them. They both were loud. Louder than Jongin would’ve liked, but he found the more he spend with them, the more he started to like them. They threw him off balance, but it was in a way that almost complemented his quiet life.
The elevator doors opened and he made his way down the hall to Kyungsoo’s door. The door was slightly ajar when he arrived. This was the first time that had happened, so Jongin cautiously peered his head into the apartment.
“Hello?” Jongin called out.
“Hey, Jongin,” Kyungsoo said. It sounded as though, he was in the kitchen. “Come on in.”
Jongin shut the door behind him and took off his shoes. In front of him was the living room and the kitchen was several feet in front of him, to the right. He poked his head around the door frame and saw Kyungsoo pouring himself a cup of coffee. Baekhyun was sitting at the small table that was against the wall. He head was on the table and was facing the wall.
“Hey, Baekhyun,” Jongin said. The elder made a small sound. Jongin had seen Baekhyun tired before, but the sound that Baekhyun had made was different. “Is everything okay?”
Jongin turned to look at Kyungsoo who frantically shook his head like Jongin had just opened a door he wasn’t supposed to.
“No, everything's not okay,” Baekhyun said sitting up. His eyes were red like he had been crying. “Why do boys have to be so stupid?”
Jongin kept his lips tight. He looked to Kyungsoo in confusion.
“Chanyeol and him had a fight,” Kyungsoo said quietly, he used his hand to cover his mouth from Baekhyun, but the latter just glared at his friend.
“Just because you cover your mouth doesn't mean I can’t hear you,” Baekhyun said bitterly.
“Do I want to know?” Jongin asked tentatively.
“You really don’t,” Kyungsoo said. “It’s just a stupid fight.”
“No, it’s not,” Baekhyun whined. “Apparently, it was ever so wrong of me to ask Chanyeol to grab something when he came back from the washroom. We start to fight about it and Chanyeol called me lazy. So then I picked a fight with him about that and started to call him lazy.”
Jongin looked at Kyungsoo with a small smile, when Baekhyun finished his story.
“Told you it was stupid,” Kyungsoo said quietly. He started to walk out of the kitchen, before Baekhyun could turn on him. As he was doing so, Jongin felt the slightest of touch, on the small of his back, when Kyungsoo walked behind him.
It caused Jongin to stumble over his next words, “I-It’s not stupid, just a misunderstanding.”
Jonign couldn’t see Kyungsoo’s face, but he was sure that he was smirking. That smug bastard.
“To be honest, I think that you are both slightly at fault,” Jongin said to Baekhyun. Baekhyun looked like he was ready to turn on him. “Just hear me out, Chanyeol shouldn’t have called you lazy and should apologize for that,” Baekhyun nodded his head in agreement, but frowned slightly as Jongin continued. “But you turning the fight back on his and calling him lazy wasn’t the right thing to do either. You need to apologize to him, as well.”
“Thanks, Jongin,” Baekhyun mumbled, giving him a hug. He knew that Jongin was right. “You’re such a great friend. I knew I liked you for a reason.”
Jongin felt blush rise to cheeks. It wasn’t often that one was grateful for his friendship. Baekhyun turned him around and pushed him towards Kyungsoo, who was sitting in the living room.
“You can go play with your magic now,” Baekhyun said as he headed towards his bedroom. “I have a phone call to make.”
Jongin looked towards Kyungsoo. He was reading a small book. Jongin was able to see the title, so instead he just took in the figure that was in front of him. He took note of the way Kyungsoo’s face had concentrated on the words on the pages.
Kyungsoo looked up from his book and smiled lightly at Jongin. He placed his bookmark in its place and asked Jongin a question. He responded. But he couldn’t remember what was asked.
To Jongin, it felt like he was on autopilot. He wasn’t paying attention to his actions or words or what they were working on. Instead he focused on how Kyungsoo's lips moved and caressed every syllable as he spoke. How his blinks seemed to move slowly over his corneas, and how every time he looked up at Jongin his eyes were full and bright. How his eyelashes were so perfect and full. How the apples of his cheeks were defined so nicely anytime he smiled at something silly Jongin had said. How the tendons of his fingers protruded from his hand and how his fingers though not as long as Jongin’s still seemed to hold a type of delicacy that Jongin could only imagine what it would feel like to feel those fingers run along his body.
And how every touch and every look Kyungsoo had given him, gave him more than just a stuttering heart and a light stomach. Or the light dew that coated his palms. It gave him a sense of absoluteness.
Jongin opened the door, bidding farewell to Jongdae and was surprised to see two men standing there. One of which had his hand in the air, ready to knock. Both, though, were taller than Jongin.
“Hello,” the man said. He had blonde hair styled in a pompadour. “My name is Kris and this is my partner Tao,” Jongin looked to his partner. He looked so serious. “We are from SM, are you Kim Jongdae?”
“No,” Jongin said slowly, he pointed behind him with his thumb, to signify that Jongdae was behind him. When Jongin turned back he surprised to see a modern apartment. All the gadgets and gizmos that had cluttered Jongdae’s apartment had disappeared. It looked like a normal apartment. Jongdae was standing off to the side, away from the view of the door. When Jongin made eye contact with the latter, he winked and brought a finger to his lips.
“Is everything okay?” Kris asked. Jongin turned back to the suited men and smiled.
“Everything is great,” Jongin said, he saw from the corner of his eye that the front door, was also clear of the creepy eyes. He stepped back and opened the door wider to let them inside. The pair walked in and Jongdae had casually strolled to his armchair.
“Gentlemen, what can I help you with?” Jongdae had said. Kris walked forward, closer to Jongdae. But Tao stayed next to Jongin and helped him close the door. Jongin was slightly frozen. He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do. Could he leave?
“I-I think I’m just going to leave…” Jongin said. He went to grab the door handle, but Tao’s hand extended to stop Jongin.
“Please, take a seat,” Tao said. Jongin looked to Jongdae who had suddenly turned serious. He gave a slight nod of his head and Jongin walked over to where Jongdae sat. Even though Tao told him to sit, he didn’t feel comfortable doing so. Instead he stood next to Jongdae, while the other two moved and took a seat on the couch.
“A nice place you have here,” Kris said looking around the apartment. Jongin was following his gaze and imagined all the chaos that was hidden. “Must be good for business.”
“Yes, my customers love it,” Jongdae said. “Isn’t that right Jongin?”
Jongin nodded. “It’s nice.”
“What can I help you with?” Jongdae asked again.
“It has come to our attention that there has been certain activity happening within this area.” Jongin watched as Kris eyed Jongdae as he carefully spoke. Jongin shifted his eyes to Tao, who has his eyes on him. It was like they were watching and waiting for Jongdae or himself to give up information.
Jongin felt his hands start to get clammy, so as casually as he could he put them behind his back. He knew that Tao and Kris both caught the movement though.
“What type of activity?”
Kris paused before he spoke and slightly narrowed his eyes. “Do you dabble in any sort of magic, Jongdae?”
Jongin heart started to beat loudly. Were they able to hear it? Jongin pulled his eyebrows down, in what he hoped looked like confusion and then turned his head towards Jongdae. Jongdae looked calm, cool and collected.
“We both know that magic is forbidden,” Jongdae said. “No one had dabbled in that since the early twenty-first century.”
“Yet you know the history of magic?” Tao said, turning his head slightly. “That’s interesting.”
Jongin had to agree with Tao. Not many people knew the full history of magic, only that it was forbidden after a disaster had broken out. No one knew the year it occurred either, but clearly Jongdae knew a lot more than Jongin could begin to fathom.
“Of course, I take pride in knowing about a lot of things,” Jongdae said. “But fear not, magic is not something--”
“What's also interesting is that last month someone had broken into a secret government facility and stole a very private notebook,” Tao said.
“Let me guess, this notebook had something to do with magic? How interesting.” Jongdae mocked.
“Maybe you could explain why, that after the time of the theft, this particular area in the neighbourhood has had an increase in magical energy,” Tao countered. Jongdae opened his mouth to respond but was cut off.
“Jongin,” Kris said. Jongin looked at Kris in surprise. “You don’t practice magic at all, do you?”
Jongin shook his head. “I wouldn’t even know where to start…”
“Well, I suppose coming to a magic historian would be a good place to start,” Kris said.
Shit. Jongin didn’t even realize that he threw himself into a trap.
“I--”
Before Jongin could continue, Jongdae cut him off. “I do not appreciate you coming into my home and accusing me of magic. Nor accusing one of my clients of magic. If all you wanted to do was to come here and accuse us of things we do not do, then I suggest you leave.”
Both Kris and Tao rose to their feet and made their way to the door.
“So sorry to have upset you,” Kris said. Jongin could hear the sarcasm that coated his words. “We’ll be keeping a very close eye on the situation.”
Jongdae stood and rose an eyebrow. “Is that a threat?”
Jongin noticed a small smile that appeared on Tao’s face, who had already opened the door.
“No, never a threat,” Kris said as the pair left. Once the door was shut, Jongin let out a breath. Jongin’s mind start to get a little crazy. Did this mean they were going to have to stop? How was he supposed to find out what happened between him and Kyungsoo?
“No need to fear,” Jongdae said, patting Jongin on the back, halting his thoughts. “We’ll just have to be more careful.”
Jongin closed his eyes briefly and nodded. When he opened them again, the room was back to how it initially was.
“I’ll see you next week, Jongin.”
----
“I’ve got it!” Kyungsoo said giving Jongin a kiss on the lips when Jongin arrived. At first, Jongin was startled. His mind was still catching up with the details. Their first kiss. It happened last week. Instead of working on the spell they had decided to go out. Baekhyun and Chanyeol had joined them for a portion of the day. They had ended up at a local bar. It was open mic night and the four of them were enjoying the show while sharing a pitcher of beer. After, Baekhyun and Chanyeol left, leaving Jongin and Kyungsoo to walk through the streets. Jongin could’ve sworn it was the alcohol that got him to do it. But, no matter what it was, Jongin had confessed. Kyungsoo had given him such a bright smile that Jongin couldn’t help but kiss him. Ever since then they were “together”.
“Wait, what?”
“I think I might’ve figured it out,” Kyungsoo said as he pulled Jongin along to the couch.
“You’re welcome!” Jongin heard Baekhyun yell from his bedroom.
“Okay, well, Baekhyun gave me the spark to ignite the idea,” Kyungsoo explained. “So, you know how Sehun uses magic to manipulate the air particles, which help him do the things he does,” Jongin nods his head. He wasn’t entirely sure where Kyungsoo was going with this. “Instead of using air particles, we need to use time and manipulate that.”
“Wait, but time is a human construct.”
“Yes, but no,” Kyungsoo said. “We can use the sun and the earth’s rotation and manipulate them.”
“So, you’re suggesting that we use magic to basically, move planets?”
“Not necessarily? I haven’t really figured out the technicalities of it, but,” Kyungsoo bit his lip. “I just thought that we could use that concept as a base.”
Jongin smiled. “Well, we’re definitely a lot closer than where we were before.” Jongin felt his mind starting to turn in possibilities. “I think we can use this.”
Kyungsoo smiled bright and gave Jongin another kiss on the lips. This time, though, Jongin held him there just a little longer.
They spent the rest of the day working out how they were going to manage to create a time shift. Baekhyun has left about an hour ago, saying he was spending the night at Chanyeol’s, which left Kyungsoo and Jongin struggling to try to figure everything out. Kyungsoo, Jongin could tell, was starting to lose hope. But as Jongin stared at his notebook, he started to flip through it. On the first page, just under Jongin’s name was Kyungsoo’s. After almost filling the entire notebook with both of their notes on this project, Kyungsoo decided that he should also have rights to his notebook. Jongin smiled to himself as he continued his flip through, not really looking at the words. There was something though, that caught his eye. It was small doodle that he made sometime last year, when he was working on a different spell. The doodle was a small cylinder, the longer lines curved in like a...like a wormhole would.
That was it. That must be it. Jongin flipped to the next available blank page and started to write out his thoughts. If they used a wormhole, of sorts, then they could use that as controlled time-space. They could jump into that and travel through time without disrupting the current timeline. But then that would just mean, a person could only jump to their own past timelines. They wouldn’t be able to jump to others, until he and Kyungsoo worked out the finer details and practiced more.
Jongin looked at his notes, after he finished his final sentence and smiled wide. He turned to Kyungsoo, excited to share his thoughts but he discovered that the other was already watching him. It threw Jongin off kilter, he still wasn’t used to having Kyungsoo’s affections.
“I-I think I figured it out,” Jongin said and showed Kyungsoo his chicken scratch. The latter though, had been able to make out the words. Jongin watched as Kyungsoo read the words and everything started to make sense.
“T-That’s brilliant, Jongin,” Kyungsoo said with just as much excitement as Jongin was feeling. “I could love you so hard, right now.”
Kyungsoo’s mouth was agape, when he realized what he had said. Sex wasn’t something they had talked about, for obvious reasons. They both were so new to this relationship, but fuck, Jongin couldn’t help but agree.
“Love me, then,” Jongin said softly as he placed a hand on Kyungsoo’s thigh. Kyungsoo almost immediately captured Jongin’s mouth. Jongin felt one of Kyungsoo’s hand go to his hip and the other was slightly pushing him back so he could lay on the couch. Jongin’s hand slowly ran up Kyungsoo’s forearms and past his shoulders. One of Jongin’s hand ran through Kyungsoo’s hair to keep him in place, while the other gripped on the back of Kyungsoo’s shirt. Kyungsoo shifted his hands so that they started to push up Jongin shirt.
Kyungsoo pulled away from the kiss. But Jongin tried to chase his lips. Kyungsoo smiled a bit and gave Jongin a peck before kissing his way down to Jongin’s exposed chest. Jongin breathing hitched when Kyungsoo went for his right nipple. Jongin scrunched up Kyungsoo’s shirt in his hands and tried to remove it.
“Off,” Jongin said. Kyungsoo easily complied after he removed himself from Jongin’s chest.
“Your’s too.” Kyungsoo helped Jongin pull off his shirt and toss it to the side, where Kyungsoo’s shirt landed. Jongin slowly ran his hands down Kyungsoo’s firm chest. He still sat up so it was easy for Jongin to run his fingers just past Kyungsoo’s waistband of his jeans and underwear. Kyungsoo bit his bottom lip and brought his hands to the front of his jeans to undo the button, giving Jongin more room to explore. Kyungsoo leaned forward a bit and placed his hands on either side of Jongin’s head.
Tentatively, Jongin brought his hand lower and lower until he felt Kyungsoo’s half-hard dick. Kyungsoo gasped and bent forward to capture Jongin’s lips. Kyungsoo pushed his tongue forward as Jongin started to massage Kyungsoo’s dick. Jongin felt himself grow harder as he heard Kyungsoo’s moans.
“Y-you need to stop,” Kyungsoo said against his lips. “Or I’m going to come too fast.”
Jongin smirked and pulled his hand out of Kyungsoo’s pants.
“Maybe we should go to your room before Baekhyun is surprised by your ass,” Jongin said as he grasped Kyungsoo’s ass and brought his hips down so they could grind.
Kyungsoo brought their lips together one more time before dragging Jongin to his bedroom. He shut the door behind them and pushed Jongin onto the bed. He stripped the rest of Jongin and his clothes before he inched his way between Jongin’s legs. Jongin though, was appreciating Kyungsoo’s body. It was everything he loved and then some.
Jongin couldn’t help himself as he brought Kyungsoo down for a kiss. They both let their hands wander each other's bodies. Both try to memorize each and every curve or their bodies. Kyungsoo pulled away from the kiss to reach over to his nightstand. This caused their erections to brush. Both moaning at the contact.
When Kyungsoo grabbed, his lube, he leaned back so he was resting on his shins and positioned Jongin. He had Jongin’s legs resting on either side of his hips as he coated his fingers with lube. When the first finger punctured through his hole, Jongin scrunched up his face. He wasn’t used to the feeling. But as Kyungsoo continued to stretch him, he also started to leave marks along his body-- which riled Jongin up more. By the time Kyungsoo inserted his second finger, Jongin got over the discomfort fast and only felt pure bliss.
“Kyungsoo,” Jongin gasped. “I want you so much right now.”
“You’re not ready yet,” Kyungsoo whispered against his neck, where he was currently leaving another mark. “You’re almost there.”
Kyungsoo himself, must’ve been getting impatient, as he inserted another finger. Jongin had one of his hands on Kyungsoo’s back and another in his hair. Both tightened as Kyungsoo continued to penetrate him with his fingers.
“Please, Soo,” Jongin moaned. A few more movements and Kyungsoo removed his fingers. He grabbed his lube once again and coated his dick before lining himself up. He put his hands on either side of Jongin’s hips and push forward.
Jongin felt the tip hit his hole and penetrate him. He had his mouth open in a silent scream and he adjusts to Kyungsoo’s size. Both of his hands now grasp at the bed sheets.
Jongin shifted his hips as a silent approval for Kyungsoo to move and he did so slowly. Jongin wrapped his legs behind Kyungsoo’s back. He wanted him deeper. Jongin looked at Kyungsoo, who had pleasure written all over his face as he watched his dick penetrate Jongin.
Kyungsoo gave Jongin’s dick a couple strokes, which caused him to moan loud.
“Kyungsoo.”
“Does that feel good?” Kyungsoo said as he hit Jongin’s prostate head on. He leaned forward and put his arms on either side of Jongin’s head as he continued to fuck him.
“So good.” Jongin raised his arms to loop around Kyungsoo’s head. Kyungsoo leaned closer so he could kiss Jongin. As he brought his body closer to Jongin’s, Kyungsoo’s stomach had brushed Jongin’s neglected dick causing Jongin to moan into the kiss. With the constant stimulation of his prostate and the subtle brushes against his dick, Jongin felt himself drawing closer and closer to his orgasm.
“Fuck, I’m close,” Jongin said. Kyungsoo changed his position back to how he initially started. It was easier for him to pound into Jongin.
“Me too,” Kyungsoo said. He reached over and started to jerk Jongin off. So much stimulation.
He felt it building and building until finally, he came onto his stomach and Kyungsoo’s hand. Kyungsoo’s kept going for several more thrusts, just when Jongin was about to get over stimulated, Kyungsoo came.
Kyungsoo leaned forward and rested on top of Jongin for a couple minutes to catch his breath. Jongin didn’t mind as he rubbed his lover's back. Kyungsoo took a deep breath and pulled out of Jongin. Without a word Kyungsoo got off the bed left his room. When he returned it was with a wet rag. He gently cleaned off, Jongin’s stomach and then gently turned him over to clean his ass, which was still leaking some of Kyungsoo’s cum. Once he was satisfied, Jongin heard the rag get tossed and land in Kyungsoo’s laundry basket. Kyungsoo climbed into to bed and took Jongin in his arms. Jongin leaned up and gave Kyungsoo a kiss on his jaw before snuggled his head between Kyungsoo’s shoulder and neck.
Jongin’s world faded to black as he fell asleep in Kyungsoo’s arms.
part ii