(for SeahorseWithLaptop) It’s Bright Over Here [2/2]
Two months ago….
Do Kyungsoo hated his friends sometimes. Specifically, Park Chanyeol and Byun Baekhyun.
“Little muffin, wakey wakey! It’s your birthday today and we have so many things to do!” Baekhyun cheered albeit too loudly in his ears. “And as the birthday boy, please, just please, let me sleep in,” Kyungsoo replied, burying his head further into the pillow. He felt really tired, he was up till 4am, studying and making notes. At this rate, he was going to be a programmed software himself.
An oomph sound escaped him as Chanyeol decided to plant his bony ass on his back, wiggling around to inflict more pain. “Happy birthday buddy! You’re twenty four now, we have, no, we need to go out to celebrate.”
Kyungsoo decided to ignore him.
Chanyeol and Baekhyun shared a look before Kyungsoo felt two pairs of hands on him. It was too late, he complained in his mind, as he ended up on the floor. Baekhyun just clapped happily, already dragging the sheets to make the bed. “Now, go shower, Minseok hyung promised to give us free breakfast in honour of your birthday!”
“Happy birthday, Kyungsoo!” Minseok greeted, placing a plate of muffins in front of him. Kyungsoo smiled in return, wrapping his fingers around a cup of coffee to warm them up. “Thank you, hyung, you didn’t have to do this.” Chanyeol begged to differ, munching obnoxiously on a chocolate muffin, the chocolate chips still melting. “Please, we need to use we’re friends with the cafe’s manager so we deserve free food card once in a while.” The birthday boy glared at his best friend, kicking his shin gently. “W-What I meant to say is, hyung, thank you for the free food, you’re our salvation.” Minseok rolled his eyes, already used to his friends’ antics.
“Well, don’t get too wild tonight, I have a date and I would prefer to not receive any drunk calls from any of you,” he grumbled, clasping Kyungsoo’s shoulder.
“Tonight?” Kyungsoo questioned.
Baekhyun whistled, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. “I think you shouldn’t go too wild tonight, hyung.”
“Tonight?” he repeated, an uneasy feeling in his stomach. Minseok left their table when his best friend gave him a duh look. “Uh, yeah, we’re obviously going into the woods tonight and pretend we’re lost campers,” Chanyeol answered while Baekhyun snickered. “And as I said plenty of times, you’re not funny,” Kyungsoo deadpanned. Baekhyun abruptly held his hands, a small smile on his face. “It’s your 24th birthday, Soo. Going to a club would be a nice change than sitting at home and watching your period dramas.”
Kyungsoo sighed. “I love watching those dramas, you know that. It calms me down.”
Baekhyun just cooed, intertwining his slender fingers with Kyungsoo’s calloused ones. “Of course I know, honey, so would you be a good sport and get deadass drunk with us tonight?” Kyungsoo looked into his friend’s eyes, saw the hope and managed out a weak chuckle. “Fine. And as a reminder, my tolerance is higher than the both of you.” Chanyeol hollered, slamming his hands excitedly on the table.
“TIME TO GET WASTED!” he yelled.
Minseok had cried internally when he watched a mother and her son leaving his cafe hurriedly seconds after.
Kyungsoo already felt the taste of regret on his tongue when they entered the club. He was forced to wear a tight fitting shirt and ripped black jeans in courtesy of Byun Baekhyun. “You’re not leaving,” Baekhyun hissed in his ear, dragging him inside the hellhole with Chanyeol keeping a firm grip on his shoulders from behind.
The neon lights were giving him a headache, constantly blocking his vision. The loud music alongside the large crowd made Kyungsoo think that it was going to be a horrible birthday. “Stop sulking,” Chanyeol said, “this is not going to be your worst birthday.” “I’m not sulking,” he yelled back over the music. They managed to squeeze through the crowd and Kyungsoo swore someone touched his butt.
Reaching the bar, he quickly rushed to an empty seat, flailing his arms on the counter. “Three Manhattans please,” Baekhyun ordered. In a minute, they had received their drinks and Kyungsoo had gulped it down immediately. The hot air inside the club always made him easily thirsty. “One more, please,” he asked the bartender, receiving a nod from the latter.
“That’s right, Kyungie, time to let it all out,” Baekhyun smirked. “Ugh, just go dance and leave me here.”
Chanyeol furrowed his eyebrows. “But it's your birthday, shouldn't you go dance with us? Like have fun, together?”
Kyungsoo sighed and nodded. “I'm actually still feeling a bit tired, I'll join you guys soon, I promise. But let me sit down somewhere, please,” he begged, he was going to have an actual headache if he didn't rest for a bit.
“You won't leave right?” Baekhyun asked, a bit worried that Kyungsoo really hated their plan. “No, Baek, I'll stay here until it's time to drag your asses back home. I'll even buy more drinks,” he assured, sensing that his friends thought that it was a bad idea to bring him here.
It was but, Kyungsoo really needed a change of scenery.
“Okay,” Baekhyun smiled, “We're heading in first.” Chanyeol ruffled his hair good heartedly.“Happy birthday buddy! May you get laid!”
Kyungsoo groaned and pushed him away. “Go!”
He had managed to find an empty couch, holding his drink carefully to stop it from spilling. “Happy birthday, Do Kyungsoo,” he said to himself loudly, no one could hear him over their alcohol and EDM music anyway.
“It's your birthday?” a familiar voice replied, followed by a giggle. Kyungsoo turned his head back, eyes widening. “Yixing?” The said man was holding someone by the shoulder, supporting him.
It was Kim Jongin and Kyungsoo thought he was prettier up close. He had only heard of the dancer through Sehun, known for his skills and the ability to learn a choreography in matter of minutes. Okay, he was lying, he had been stuck with using that story every time Baekhyun had pestered him.
From the first time Jongin had shyly greeted him at the dancing studio, there was a spark, probably only on his part, small but welcoming. He gave an air of familiarity, warm and inviting even though they never had met till then. When Jongin smiled, it reminded him of summer, of sunshine and fruit popsicles. But, back then, Kyungsoo had thought that he was way out of Jongin’s league because Jongin belonged in the spotlight, he was popular, social, the life of the party.
Kyungsoo being Kyungsoo, decided he should just keep his ridiculous crush a secret, only staring in longing whenever Jongin passed by. He slowly learned that Kim Jongin was super sweet and kind to everyone, always ready with a smile adorning his face.
Because of that, Kyungsoo couldn't deny that he was developing bigger, stronger feelings for the other and tried his best to bury those emotions deep inside.
H-Hi, I’m Jongin,” he stuttered, smiling nervously while scratching the back of his head.
Till this day, he still didn’t know why the other was so nervous, looking a bit scared even, was he really that intimidating?
In the end, Kyungsoo had summarised that Kim Jongin was really cute.
And really, really drunk.
“Happy birthday!” Jongin yelled, whooping afterwards. “Do you want a present? I have a present!” he leaned in, giggling and shouting right in his ear. Yixing pulled him back, smiling apologetically. “Sorry he had too much to drink today.”
Kyungsoo leaned back from Jongin who was staring at him rather intensely. “It's alright, are you guys heading home already?”
Jongin whined, letting go of Yixing and crossing his arms. “Noo, it's my birthday and I want to stay here!” He stomped his foot childishly making Kyungsoo chuckle a bit until he realised.
“Wait, it's your birthday too?!” Yixing had caught Jongin again, dragging the other to sit on the same couch Kyungsoo was sitting on. “You don't mind right?” he asked and Kyungsoo only shrugged. “Thanks, and nah, his b'day is in two days, we just brought him out today to have fun.”
Ahh. “Well happy early birthday, Jongin-ssi,” he wished sincerely. Jongin scooted over to him and patted him on the cheek happily. “Happy birthday to me!”
Kim Jongin is really cute when he gets drunk, Kyungsoo thought. I wonder how he is when he's sober…
“Xingie hyung, I want to stay with him, he's cute so pretty please?” Jongin pleaded, jutting out his lower lip. Kyungsoo felt flattered and instantly froze up when Jongin wrapped his arms around his neck. He could feel the other’s hot breath hitting him.
Yixing smirked and chuckled, shaking his head. “Well, my boyfriend still wants to dance...so take care of him, Kyungsoo! Have fun, birthday boys!” he said, leaving without even so batting an eyelash. “W-wha-”
“Your name is Kyungsoo?” Jongin asked curiously, still hanging on his neck. “That name sounds familiar,” Jongin frowned, raking his eyes all over Kyungsoo’s face. Suddenly, he held Kyungsoo's face in his hands and started tearing up.
Kyungsoo panicked, was Jongin a crier too during his drunk sessions?
“Y-Yeah, we met at the studio, remember?”
“It can't be.” Jongin said, biting his lip. “It is you.”
“Huh?”
“You're still so handsome,” Jongin smiled fondly and it made his heart thump a little.
“Um, thank you?”
Jongin giggled and started to climb onto his lap. “You look bulkier though, have you been working out?” He licked his lips, his pink tongue darting out as he started feeling Kyungsoo arms up, gasping in awe. Kyungsoo stuttered, palms starting to sweat because Kim Jongin was sitting on his lap. “Well, I go to the g-gym these days and-” a pause, “will you please get off me?”
“Say, hyung, do you wanna make out?” Jongin grinned, wiggling his ass on Kyungsoo’s crotch.
“J-Jongin-ssi, you're drunk,” he reminded and trying so fucking hard to ignore the other’s slight dry humping.
Grinning sheepishly, he leaned in to talk in Kyungsoo’s ear. “I am but I'd still let you take me even when I'm sober. I've been dying to talk to you since the first day we met.”
Kyungsoo gulped, did that mean that Jongin was watching him on campus this whole time? That thought made him sweat, did Jongin realise he was watching him too?
“So, how about it?A special present for the birthday boy.” Jongin whispered, circling his hips right on his clothed cock. He rolled his hips expertly, earning a moan from the other.
Fuck, was Jongin seriously giving him a lap dance right now? He let out a low hiss when Jongin grinded against him sensually, throwing his head back to display a wonderful set of prominent collarbones. Unconsciously, Kyungsoo grabbed his ass, kneading it, not believing at how soft it felt. “I bet you have a thick cock, hyung,” Jongin teased, palming his dick over his jeans. “I wonder how it would taste in my mouth.”
“You're killing me, Jongin-ssi,” he grunted, thrusting his hips up to meet Jongin’s. The other whimpered and continued rolling his hips. “Call me Jongin-ah, Kyungsoo hyung.”
“Jongin-ah,” Kyungsoo replied and he felt Jongin shudder on his thighs. He watched in awe as Jongin leaned back, almost bending his back to spread his thighs open.
Dancers were really something.
“Hey, hyung, are you hard already? It feels like you are.” Jongin snickered, staring right at his cock which was already straining against his jeans. “Oh my god,” he replied as Jongin’s face was suddenly close to him. “I'm going to kiss you now,” Jongin said seriously, looking like he was not at all drunk.
And Kyungsoo was about to let him until he saw them. “Fuck,” he murmured under his breath, he could spot a drunk Baekhyun and an equally dazed Chanyeol staggering towards him a few feet away.
Without thinking, he got up hurriedly, almost throwing Jongin on the floor. He made a quick decision, grabbing Jongin’s hand and pulled him quickly. Kyungsoo spotted the toilet sign, taking Jongin inside before anyone could see anything.
He would rather die than get caught in a provocative position by Byun Baekhyun and Park Chanyeol.
Kyungsoo was about to explain his situation to Jongin when the other suddenly pushed him inside a cubicle, locking the door in place with a click.
“You work fast,” Jongin smirked, getting down his knees. Why does this remind me of some really cheap porn, Kyungsoo wailed inside his mind, as Jongin began to pull his zip down. He palmed his hardened cock through his boxers this time, licking his soft looking pretty lips.
Kyungsoo groaned when Jongin pulled his boxers down, revealing his dick. The slight contact with the cold air made him hiss and he was rendered helpless the minute Jongin grabbed his cock with both hands, slender fingers wrapping around it.
“Your cock is so huge, hyung,” he said, eyes boldly staring into his own as he took the tip of his cock between his lips. Kyungsoo wanted to scream when Jongin began taking it all in.
Jongin hummed around his cock, the vibration causing Kyungsoo to growl and slide his fingers through Jongin’s hair. Closing his eyes, he started to suck, cheeks hollowed. “J-Jongin, fuck, how are you so good at this?”
The other just made small sucking noises, bobbing his head up and down, from the tip to right above his balls. Using his right hand, Jongin started to play with Kyungsoo’s balls, fondling them playfully.
When Jongin started to release a small whimper, Kyungsoo had lost it. He fisted his hands into his hair, thrusting his cock in faster. Jongin’s red lips were stretched around the girth, jaw aching deliciously. Jongin began to deepthroat him with a loud whine, gagging a bit but he refused to stop.
“Take it in, baby,” Kyungsoo cooed, wondering where he got that confidence from at the corner of his mind. Jongin began to drool, the liquid trickling at the edge of his lips. Kyungsoo went faster, grinding his hips into the hot mouth.
“Ah fuck, I'm close, Jongin-ah,” he said, voice gruff and low. The other moaned, his tongue trailing the underside of his cock as he sucked harder. Kyungsoo felt something pooling in his groin and in a flash, he came, eyes rolling back at the pleasure.
“Hmmph.” Jongin swallowed his cum, mewling in satisfaction. There was cum on his lips and cheeks as he released Kyungsoo’s cock from his mouth. “That was delicious,” Jongin sighed happily, getting up.
Kyungsoo cleared this throat and hurriedly wore his jeans back. Jongin leaned against the wall, breathing heavily and chuckling to himself. He tentatively reached for the latter’s hand, taking him outside the cubicle. He took out a few pieces of tissue papers from the dispenser and started to wipe his cum from Jongin’s face.
The other watched him lazily, eyes drooping low. “Are you falling asleep?” Jongin had just smacked his lips loudly, grinning cutely. “You're a gentleman, hyung,” he said and unexpectedly landed a small peck on his cheek.
Kyungsoo blushed and looked down. “Come on, let's get out of here.” He turned open the door knob, immediately getting hit by the sound of people jamming to music again.
“Time to go home, Jonginnie,” Yixing teased and Kyungsoo almost choked. He was standing right outside the men’s room, smirking playfully.
Jongin ran towards Yixing, jumping on his back as he burst into a fit of giggles. “Let's go hooomeee, I miss my Sehunnie,” he complained with a pout on his face. Yixing held him securely before flashing the shocked person a knowing smile.
“Thanks for taking care of Jonginnie, Kyungsoo,” he winked.
“Bye bye hyung, we'll see each other soon!” Jongin bid farewell, blowing kisses towards him.
As they left, Kyungsoo banged his head on the nearest wall, wondering what the hell just happened. In a moment of disbelief, he also felt a bit strange, like something good was going to happen the next time they meet.
He could hardly wait.
X
“Were you thinking about that night at the club again?” Jongin interrupts, huffing in annoyance. His hair is damp with a towel around his neck and he is currently wearing one of Kyungsoo’s sweatshirts.
“Maybe?” he says cheekily, beckoning Jongin to sit in front of him. Jongin grumbles but nonetheless comes forward, sitting on the floor before crossing his legs. Grabbing the towel, Kyungsoo begins to dry his hair, shaking out the water droplets. “I was just supposed to say hi and flirt with you!” he complains, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. Kyungsoo laughs, “You went too far with the flirting then.”
“I was drunk! I literally thought I blew off my chance with you the moment I woke up the next morning.” Jongin pouts and Kyungsoo tuts, rubbing the nape of his neck. “Sounds to me like you’re regretting that night.” Jongin shakes his head violently, spinning around to face him. “I mean, I did...but it was easier to approach you on campus later on…...although I felt like dying of shame but….you treated me so nicely…and made me not regret it…..”
Kyungsoo beams and he can feel his lips stretching so wide, forming into a heart. Leaning down, he kisses Jongin while ruffling his hair with the towel. “For the record, I liked you too from the moment we met,” he confesses receiving a surprised look from the other. “What?! You never told me this,” Jongin furrows his eyebrows, contemplating on something.
“I was scared that you were going to label me as a creep or something, since you know, you have lots of fans and all,” he replies sheepishly. Jongin laughs, an amused smile on his face. “I thought you were going to call me a creep, even Sehun caught onto it.”
“Ah, no wonder Sehun kept bothering me to visit the dancing studio,” Kyungsoo declares, placing the damp towel aside.
“That bastard, I’m gonna kill him.” Jongin exclaims.
A week passes and it is safe to say that Kyungsoo feels amazingly happy. He gets to spend his days with his boyfriend, always learning a new thing about Jongin everyday. How he needs a morning kiss to wake him up or he’d sulk through the day, how he prefers banana milk over coffee, how he hates wearing socks and how he loves sliding up against Kyungsoo to mold their lips together sensually.
Kyungsoo laughs softly to himself at last week’s grand event, where Jongin had given him the greatest striptease he’d ever seen after the night out at the club. A drunk Jongin is pliant and warm, all giggly and willing to show off.
“Hey, Soo?” Jongin calls, shattering his deep, dirty thoughts.
“Yeah?”
“I think we’re out of milk,” he says and stops, “oh, kimchi too.” Kyungsoo stops slicing the carrots, running a list through his mind. “Let’s go grocery shopping tonight after dinner,” he decides, proceeding to peel the potatoes next.
“You want me to come with you?” Jongin asks, shock underlining his voice. “Why, you don’t want to?” he frowns. “What, of course I want to! It’s just, it’s all looking very domestic to me,” Jongin replies shyly, cutting the leeks and avoiding Kyungsoo’s eyes.
“Jongin-ah, I think we've been doing that since last week,” he says softly, admiring the boy next to him. Jongin doesn't answer but a smile is playing on his lips, obviously happy at the answer.
“Your beef and vegetable soup is the best, hyung. I still want more,” Jongin yawns, pushing the trolley. Kyungsoo only chuckles, eyes full of mirth as he grabs a carton of eggs. “My mother taught me the recipe and ever since then I refused to eat any kind of soup other than that,” he explains wistfully, missing his mother deeply. He hasn’t visited his parents in months but at least he knows that they’re well and healthy.
Jongin nudges him in the shoulder. “I’m sure they miss you too,” he replies with understanding.
Kyungsoo is about to get seize a can of tuna from the top shelf when he suddenly doubles over, clutching his stomach. Fuck, did I eat too much, he thinks.
“Ah, hey, sorry, I need to go to the toilet for a moment,” Kyungsoo starts, he’s been feeling queasy since they left the apartment. Jongin looks at him with worry, “Okay, I’ll handle the shopping,” he replies, taking the list from Kyungsoo’s hand. Kyungsoo murmurs a thanks and rushes off to the toilet.
Twenty minutes later, Kyungsoo is feeling refreshed, patting his stomach in satisfaction. He walks around the supermarket in search of Jongin, passing aisle by aisle. Minutes later and he still can’t find Jongin, did he miss a corner? As he reaches the dairy section, he freezes in his tracks. There’s a trolley and Kyungsoo knows it’s theirs because of the large number of cookie boxes and chips they had taken before he had left for the loo. He treads his feet slowly towards the abandoned cart, looking around in hopes of spotting Jongin loitering nearby.
He is about to take out his cellphone when he hears them.
“I can’t believe we actually met Kim Jongin.”
Kyungsoo halts and stares at the two boys, one tall and the other short, standing a few feet away. The other laughs, slapping his thigh in amusement. “Right? He used to be so scrawny, so weak.”
“Fuck, he’s hot now though. Oh man, remember when he stuttered every time he talked? H-Hi, I’m J-J-Jongin.” They both start to laugh loudly, tears almost spilling.
“Didn’t he do the same thing just now? He literally ran away and left the store!” Another guffaw.
I used to be a really shy and quiet kid, Kyungsoo recalls, realisation framing his face.
“What the fuck?” Kyungsoo curses under his breath, blood boiling. He is already clenching his fists until he hears Baekhyun’s nagging in his mind. “You gotta control your temper, Soo! You can’t just hit everyone that makes you angry!”
He takes a deep breath, eyes closing and exhales. “Hey!” He greets the boys who turn around to look at him curiously. “Huh? Are you talking to us?” Kyungsoo nods, trying hard to not kick them in the balls. “I can’t help but, ah, overhear your conversation, you knew Kim Jongin?”
The taller one stares at him suspiciously. “Yeah...we went to the same middle school together, why? Who’re you?” He only smiles amiably, rubbing his palms together. “Ah, just an acquaintance, I go to the same uni as him.” They both chuckle, “Really now? Hey, I’ll let you on a little fun fact, we used to dump his head in the toilet.”
Kyungsoo feels a brow twitch, he can’t believe he’s dealing with the stupidest of all mankind ever right now. But he maintains his smile, cracking his knuckles quietly behind his back.
The other smacks the taller one on the chest. “Dude, remember when that guy kicked our ass when he saw us? I can still feel his punch on his jaw.”
I would have done the same fucking thing, Kyungsoo thinks, halts, confusion brewing on his face.
“Someone helped me,” Jongin smiled softly, intertwining his fingers with Kyungsoo’s with a twinkle in his eyes. “They made me realise that if I kept backing away, I’ll never get to reach my full potential.”
He frowns but stays quiet. “Oh fuck, he wasn’t messing around, I had to wear an arm cast for two weeks! What was his name?” The other shrugs. “I don’t remember but he was a high school senior, he was fucking terrifying.” Kyungsoo understands now, why Jongin avoided telling him about his former days, why Jongin was always so secretive, why Jongin was always so careful when he talks to strangers. He needs to leave now, Jongin needs him.
One of them looks at Kyungsoo and smirks. “Say, is Jongin single? I mean he was pretty cute back then, if you were into skinny and nerdy asses.” The shorter one nods, chuckling. “He’s probably a loner there, unless he’s into that, if you know what I mean. A tight body can’t go to waste.” He winks at Kyungsoo and he hears blood roaring in his ears.
“I bet he’s whoring around this instant.”
He loses it.
Kyungsoo punches him squarely on the jaw before landing a roundhouse kick on the other’s stomach.
“That whore you’re talking about is my boyfriend, you fucking bastards.” He twists a heel into the taller one’s waist, a loud wail of pain following after. He quickly runs away from the scene when he sees people staring at them, leaving behind the groceries and his anger. Kyungsoo knows where Jongin is, where Jongin goes to calm himself, where he is at his best.
X
The number you have dialed is unavailable…
Kyungsoo grits his teeth, running towards the arts’ department building. He had left Jongin with seven missed calls the whole time he was on the bus, bombarding his phone with several where are you and i’m coming messages. Thankfully, the main entrance door is unlocked and he quietly sneaks in, fastening his pace. The first studio on his left has its light on and Kyungsoo peeks inside through the small window on the door. He sighs in relief when he catches sight of Jongin slouching against the mirror, head buried in his hands.
He knocks on the door softly, startling the other but he doesn’t look up. Kyungsoo enters the dancing studio like he’s entering a landmine, treading slowly towards Jongin. He stands in front of him and he hears sniffling. His heart hurts, he doesn’t like seeing people he loves get sad. Kyungsoo crouches, biting his nail anxiously.
“Jongin-” Kyungsoo gets toppled over as Jongin pushes him back, hard, hugging his trembling arms around his waist. “S-Soo,” he chokes in Kyungsoo’s chest and he starts to cry, hot tears spilling down his cheeks. “Soo, I’m so sorry I l-left you, something bad h-happened and, and, I-” Kyungsoo pulls him into his arms, tightening his hold. “Shhh, you don’t have to explain yourself, just let it out, Jonginnie.”
Jongin begins to cry harder, breathing heavily as he tries to take in oxygen. “I’m sorry, I p-panicked, fuck I can’t b-breathe-” Kyungsoo can feel Jongin’s heart racing, his whole body shaking and he feels like crying too. “Jongin, breathe, and stop apologising, you did nothing wrong, breathe, baby,” he whispers into his ear, rubbing his back gently. Jongin tries to calm himself down, tries to inhale and exhale, to only choke on air and burying his face in the crook of Kyungsoo’s neck, sobbing miserably.
“I’m s-sorry, I’m so dumb and weak. I thought I could h-handle them, y’know? But I felt so, s-so, alone, and, wait, you don’t even what I’m s-saying, god,”
“I met them Jongin,” he says quietly. Jongin goes rigid and pulls back. His cheeks are flushed and tear stained, his eyes red and swollen and Kyungsoo physically aches. “Y-You did?! W-What did they do to you?” Jongin sniffles and he looks terribly scared.
He laughs bitterly. “I punched them.”
Kyungsoo breathes.
“Just like I did back then.”
Jongin stares, his tears gradually drying up.
“You lied to me about our first meeting, didn’t you? It was never at the studio,” he asks, he’s not mad, he just feels terribly regretful.
“You knew, this whole time?” he whispers, hiccuping softly.
Kyungsoo tries to reach for Jongin but the other scoots away, looking at him in shock and resentment. “Not immediately. I realised when I confronted them. Jongin, I’m so sorry I didn’t recognise you sooner.” He confesses, feeling guilt creeping up from behind. He finally remembered when he was mulling the issue on the bus, gluing the pieces together.
“That handkerchief, that’s mine, right? I gave it to you,” he points out, he already spotted the worn out synthetic fabric on the floor when he entered the room. “I was on my way to gym class when I heard laughing and a shriek in the boys’ bathroom,” he explains, messing up his hair in frustration. “I-I don’t remember much but there was blood. On my hands, and everyone was lying on the floor.” God, how could he forget such an incident? He only thought of it as a bad memory, the days where his temper always got the better of him.
“D-Do you remember me?” Jongin says softly, sniffling as he drags his body close to him.
“I do now,” he admits, he doesn’t want to lie. He faintly recalls a short, skinny boy in glasses, his black hair wet, drenched in toilet water and a bruise on his forehead. He looked too small, Kyungsoo had thought at that time. He was too busy trying to hold himself from wrangling the bullies’ neck and had used middle school student Jongin as a mini outlet to pour out his irritation.
”Hey, if you don’t stand up for yourself, then who will? No one is always going to come to save your ass everytime something shitty happens to you,” he grunted out, using his handkerchief to wipe the slight trickle of blood from Jongin’s nose. The boy had just sobbed, staring at the high school student in admiration. “S-Sorry,” he had said, his voice small, earning a chuckle. “Why are you apologising? Look, bullies like to pick on the weak because the weak keeps running away. If you stop running, then you’ll realise there’s so much that you can do.”
Kyungsoo cursed when he realised he was late for gym class and he did not want to go to detention, again. “Look, uh, Jongin?” He peered at his nametag and examined the boy. “Yeah, Jongin, be brave alright? You look like someone who belongs in the limelight,” he added, wanting to console the crying male. “Go to the infirmary,” he continued before leaving the younger hurriedly, his handkerchief in Jongin’s hands.
Jongin laughs softly and shies away, wiping his dry tears away. “I was pretty not cool back then, you wouldn’t have remembered me anyway.” He grabs the handkerchief from the floor, handing it to Kyungsoo. “Here you go,” he smiles and Kyungsoo thinks he looks beautiful. He lies his back against the mirror again, stretching out his legs. “I listened to your advice,you know, when I entered high school. We moved away from the neighbourhood and I finally came out to my parents that I was being bullied. They took me to see a therapist and it helped a lot. I stopped stuttering and I could speak in public.”
Kyungsoo goes and sits next to Jongin, heart fluttering when the other reaches for his hand. It becomes silent for a few minutes when Kyungsoo sits straight, jaw slacking. “Fuck, this means that you knew me all along when we met months ago!” Jongin pats his hand. “Thought that was quite obvious, Soo. I wanted to drop hints but I wanted to start fresh, I didn’t want you to take pity on me.” He kisses Kyungsoo’s cheek. “Thank you for saving me, twice, boyfriend of the year,” he says cheekily.
“I didn’t save anyone, Nini. You did it yourself, when you decided you had enough,” he replies, pulling the other into his arms and hugging him firmly. “Yeah, but you were the catalyst,” he mumbles in his shirt, tears slowly welling up again.
“I love you, Kyungsoo, well not when I was 13, but you get me.”
Kyungsoo kisses the top of his head, feeling warm.
“I love you too, Jongin.”
Epilogue
“Hyung, more,” Jongin mewls, his hot breath fogging up the surface every time Kyungsoo rocks his hips forward. Kyungsoo mouths along Jongin’s soft skin, sucking and biting lightly and he drinks up the other’s half bitten gasps. They’re in Kyungsoo’s bedroom, in front of his body length mirror, sweaty and completely naked. His hand roams over Jongin’s stomach, reaching up to flick his pebbled nipples. Once in a while, he dips his cock into the tightness, feeling it twitch and clench unconsciously.
“Are you ready, Nini?” he coos, whispering into Jongin’s ear. “Yeah..” Kyungsoo kisses his ear before thrusting inside, heart beating furiously to the fluttering of Jongin’s hole. He pulls out halfway, then rolls his hips forward. He can see Jongin dazed, flushed face through the mirror and he feels a surge of heat.
Jongin is warm to the touch, muscles flexing every time he plunges his cock into his hole. “Harder, I want you so bad, Soo,” Jongin whimpers and Kyungsoo feels dizzy. He cannot believe that Jongin wants him and the way he arches his back for more sends him into a frenzy. Kyungsoo places his hands on his hips, thrusting harder, almost exploding when Jongin’s pert ass tightens under his cock. Suddenly, Jongin flips himself around, throwing his arms around his neck to kiss.
“I love you so much, Soo, s-so much, fuck, you always know how to make me feel good,” Jongin cries, eyes squeezing shut. Kyungsoo watches in awe as Jongin fucks himself open on his cock, riding his hips expertly, strong legs around his waist. He throws his head back, exposing his neck and Kyungsoo can't resist to leave faint biting marks to show that Jongin is his and he is Jongin’s.
Kyungsoo can already feel his hips starting to stutter, a sign that he is going to come soon. He lifts Jongin up, supporting the back of his thighs before flipping him again so that both of them face the mirror.
“Look in the mirror, Jongin-ah, look at how pretty you are right now.” Jongin only moans, watching his legs bend upwards as Kyungsoo fucks into him. He only mewls, placing his head on Kyungsoo’s shoulder for support.
“You're so beautiful, Jongin, I can't believe you're mine, you're fucking glowing,” he whispers hotly, smiling at the lewd expression on Jongin’s face. “Y-You're mine too,” he replies, weak kneed with pleasure.
“Always, Nini, always.”
They both come at the same time, white spilling all over the mirror and the carpeted floor. He keeps his cock inside Jongin even as they start to brush their tongues against each other. Jongin flashes him a smile and Kyungsoo beams. “I love you too, Jongin, and I'll do anything to keep you smiling forever.”
“You took off your glasses?” Kyungsoo asks, tracing the picture with a finger. Jongin scratches the back of his head, embarrassed. “Ah, yeah, I looked ugly in it so I decided to get contacts. I’m wearing them even now.”
Kyungsoo raises an eyebrow and frowns, “I don't think you look ugly. Even back then, I thought nothing of it.” He stares at Jongin’s high school picture, his hair cut short but the bangs had stayed. Jongin’s grin is literally the best. He looks adorable, like a cuddly baby bear waiting for hugs. Kyungsoo chuckles at Jongin’s senior year quote, they ran out of herb bread.
“Jongin, why did you pick this quote?”
He then realises that Jongin is quiet and turns to look at him. “Jongin?” he calls, worried at the lack of response.
Jongin sniffles a bit, shaking his head and grinning. He snuggles into Kyungsoo’s side, glancing at the quote before looking at him affectionately.
“Our school cafeteria kept running out of them every single time I looked forward to buying it. But oh well, it’s fine now.”
“Really? You don’t sound like it. ” Kyungsoo laughs.
“Of course I am, I found something even better to look forward to now.”
There’s a twinkle in Jongin’s eyes and Kyungsoo is all too willing to spend the rest of his life with someone who shines so bright, he can never, no, will not stop looking away.