(for kyungception) My Seoul Mate
For: kyungception
Title: My Seoul Mate
Genre: romance, fluff, humour
Rating: PG-15
Side Pairings (if any): -
Warnings: [Click to view]excessive pick-up lines
Word Count: 2.6k
Summary: Kyungsoo may not be big enough to pick Jongin up but with the aid of these pickup lines, he sure will.
Author's Note: my identity is a mystery but it is no mystery to my friends that I love pick-up lines! I’ve never written something like this but I hope you will enjoy it like ice cream, light heartedly sweet and a total feel good treat!
“He’s your flower.”
Streaks of gold in his tufts of honey brown hair catch the rays of sun, bronze taut cheeks hollowing into a pout as Jongin grumbles, “No, he’s not.”
Minseok arches up one defined eyebrow, a comical look of incredulity along with a greasy smirk plastered on his face which Jongin wishes he can just wipe off. The younger flutters his eyes shut like blinds of a house, silently praying for his thoughts to be the only ones that wander within the four walls of his mind yet the elder has to sing-song, “Then why do you always gaze at him like a love-sick puppy~?”
The denim jacket resting on the younger’s broad shoulders have never felt so heavy or was it the heavy ache on his chest? The pressure of the words screaming to leap out of his throat and whenever it presses against his heart, Jongin finds that it suddenly becomes difficult to breathe.
As loving someone is like breathing, it is as natural as the way his body gravitates to the warmth of his bed as his soul yearns to sleep. Much more, the way his heart drifted to the warmth of the soft Do Kyungsoo, practically a ball of fluff rolling around in the springtime and always blossoming, day after day as spring enraptures Seoul in a burst of budding daisies and tulips.
Jongin is a lost puppy chasing after Do Kyungsoo, in hopes that the social butterfly would land on his fuzzy snout. Jongin would then go cross eyed, endearingly so, at the beautiful creature that has knocked at the door of his heart with the gentle flutter of its wings that dazzled him, effortlessly.
As Jongin fell for Do Kyungsoo, in the way that rain falls from the sky. It comes in tiny droplets yet it showers upon the earth in a pitter-pattering melody, falling from every inch of the sky crystal clear for the world to hear and feel.
“He’s not a weak little flower,” Jongin huffs, picking at nothing along the cuffs of his jacket as the two of them tread through the campus grounds, worn out sneakers scuffing across the brick pavement with no set direction in mind. The sun is at its highest point in the sky, their afternoon lunches sitting in their happy stomachs although Minseok has always made a point of Jongin being particularly grumpy.
Grumpy in the way that a big pup yearns for attention in pats on the crown of his head and soothing caresses as fingers gently card through his hair. In this case, the attention of Do Kyungsoo which he seems to give to everyone as the warmhearted and outgoing sophomore he is.
When your eyes have become stuck on Do Kyungsoo’s beauty, it is effortless, the way that he pins someone down with his vivacious personality afterwards. You become hooked as he bounces your thoughts back with his pondering and genuine questions, as though those trivial thoughts of yours leads Do Kyungsoo to the map of your personality.
Despite of the elder’s warm chocolate voice that is soothing and comforting to the ear, he much prefers to be a listener as he offers others a listening ear in times of need and as such, has made him a social butterfly that flutters from one person to another who embraces his presence in fondness.
Jongin is merely a wallflower, an observer that catches all of this in sight of Do Kyungsoo who is as beautiful as a flower, undeniably so. The rosy dust of his snow-white cheeks, the cordate shape of his rosy pink lips that were like two petals, soft and alluring as they flutter around every word spilling from his mouth.
However, the endearing sophomore is no flower, he is not weak against the harsh rays of the sun nor does he wither as the seasons pass. Jongin would say Kyungsoo is a tree, standing firmly in what he believes in, braving against the wind and the rain, deeply rooted within Jongin’s heart. Jongin may sound like a sap but he’s a Literature student and he knows of nothing else but to paint his affections for Kyungsoo in words such as these.
“God, you’re really smitten, aren’t you?” Minseok teases with the quirk of his lip, the nudge of his elbow having Jongin recoil and grumbling as he always does because Jongin has always been reserved with the furrow of his eyebrows and the purse of his lips.
Jongin is an overthinker and he may be quiet but he has his own voice that shines apart from everyone else in essays and papers, even under the dim light at midnight as he ponders over words and wonders if Kyungsoo is awake, living and breathing somewhere out there in the beautiful city of Seoul.
Jongin would wonder whether Kyungsoo is accompanied with somebody else’s thoughts or alone with his own. Jongin would wonder what the elder thought about when everything was silent around him. Jongin would wonder whether Kyungsoo is sliding his hands past the jut of his hipbone and in between his legs, spread apart just like Jongin does.
Jongin’s head would be flooded with many thoughts at night, midnight philosophies and wild 3AM thoughts. Encompassed in the time he had aimlessly bought an entire book in Latin which is in essence a dead language and hence, Jongin is dead inside after an entire night of translating the book with an online translator which interpreted the words in a manner like this.
Actual meaning: Will Jongin ever not love Do Kyungsoo?
Online translator: Will Jongin never not love Do Kyungsoo?
Jongin would burrow himself into the cocoon of his blanket like a bear set for winter hibernation as the world is harsh and he is weak against his feelings because Do Kyungsoo is the centrepiece within his mind and his thoughts will not cease to revolve around him.
“Jongin!” Minseok suddenly gasps, not so inconspicuously even as he hides his mouth behind a closed palm because the bewildered look within his eyes gives him away instantly. “A DO KYUNGSOO IS ON THE COAST, APPROACHING A.S.A.P. DO WE EVACUATE A.S.A.P. OR WHAT DO YOU WANNA DO, LOVER BOY?”
In the manner of a love-sick pup, Jongin’s breathing intensifies as his eyes flit to the front where Kyungsoo, his Kyungsoo approaches. It’s not Ko Kyungsoo, the handball player or Yang Kyungsoo the artist but THE DO KYUNGSOO. Although really, Kyungsoo hasn’t made much of an achievement except for most likely being a ball of fluff est. 1993.
Jongin couldn’t hold the bubbling excitement and the overwhelming fear that both makes him jump a little into the air and his heart pound against his chest as he debates, to be chill or not to be chill, that is the question.
However, Jongin mentally slaps himself because why is he letting another human being have such an effect on him? The only thing in the world that can reduce him to a puddle of emotions are snuggly warm puppies yet he can imagine Kyungsoo being just as warm and snuggly, in his woollen knit sweater with a penguin on the front. Characteristic, characteristically adorable and he wants to cuddle his poor heart because Do Kyungsoo has no mercy.
Kyungsoo’s eyes are wide, owlishly wide as he peers up at Jongin. Jongin who now stands face to face with Kyungsoo, the object of his affection and his desire, tilting his chin upwards to meet Jongin. The angle makes the short Kyungsoo look even smaller and makes his eyes look even larger, doe and clear, hypnotising almost if Jongin didn’t flicker his eyes to the movement of Kyungsoo’s lips which didn’t help much either.
The elder seems to be nervous, if the tugging of his teeth on his plump lower lip is an indication and Jongin wonders if Kyungsoo had any idea the effect it’s making on him.
When Kyungsoo finally speaks, it comes in an utterly adorable squeak that Jongin has never heard before from the elder who seems flustered, cheeks tinged with a pink that does not come from rosé even though Jongin wonders if it’s liquid courage as he speaks -
“Excuse me, do you have a map?”
Minseok seems to have the senses that Jongin is yet to regain as he stares at Kyungsoo, their faces inches apart, their lips and Minseok laughs, awkwardly but good hearted as he chirps, “Hi Kyungsoo! How are -“
“Because I’m lost in your eyes,” Kyungsoo breathes out and Jongin almost chokes, wheezing as his lips sputter yet Kyungsoo is brave, standing there fearlessly without shame and even seems to open his mouth to say something else but decides to study Jongin’s expression.
Whereas Kim Minseok is having the time of his life, almost guffawing in laughter if not the deadly glare that Jongin shoots him because no one disrespects Kyungsoo like that.
“Um,” Jongin shifts on his feet and Kyungsoo seems eager to hear him speak, almost child-like and fond as he gazes at him. Jongin turns his face away, bashfully because he can’t quite decipher the look within Kyungsoo’s eyes, how he looks at Jongin like he is precious and he wonders if it’s that just a reflection of his own ebony orbs.
“Or do you have any raisins? How about a date?” Kyungsoo says now, an incessant urge at the edge of his voice and Jongin knows it’s a serious question by the adamance within the elder’s countenance. Jongin gulps, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down on his tan neck and Kyungsoo catches sight of it, latching onto it with his eyes and Jongin wants the earth to swallow him up right there and then.
Kyungsoo huffs, almost desperate now as he twiddles with his thumbs, “Are you going to talk to me, or do I have to lie to my diary?”
Jongin is breathless and he does not know how he manages to utter a, “Yes,” but the word, he presumes has always been on the tip of his tongue at the very moment a wild Kyungsoo had appeared. Yes, because Kyungsoo is front of him, beside him now as the elder takes hold of his hand and all around his senses as they immediately venture into the beautiful city of Seoul.
For their first date.
(“Wishing you two a happily ever after, ride into the sunset with him, Jongin,” Minseok had whispered forlornly, abandoned, and concocting his own pick-up lines. If that meant, he gets a wide-eyed beauty as well.)
It is amusing, terribly so as even after Jongin accepts Kyungsoo’s invitation, the elder does not cease to spurt out cheesy albeit clever pick-up lines. The elder has Jongin blushing more than he ever has in his nineteen years of life, in hues of cherry blossom, cotton candy and balloon pink.
The cherry blossoms are picturesque of the spring and akin to a painting, the petals cascade from its swaying mahogany branches. Jongin has no notion of how he has found himself here with Do Kyungsoo, hands intertwined and the other holding a stick of cotton candy. The two took a bite out of the pink sugar clouds as though the world was balanced on the tip of their finger with Jongin skipping one lecture but nothing could ever pop the bubble of happiness the two of them were in like the pink balloons that were floating above and above the sky. The fluff melt on their tongues like the sizzling caramel heat within his gut as Kyungsoo cleans his face with the warm stroke and gentle brush of his thumb.
“If kisses were snowflakes, I’d send you a blizzard.”
All the blood rushing to his cheeks is making him hazy, face hot and lips red as the two of them sit face to face now with a cone of frosty wonderful ice cream goodness in between their lips. Kyungsoo gazes at him intently, licking him up with his eyes and Jongin can only wonder when the pick up line curse will be broken.
“I had a pick-up line but, your beautiful eyes continue to interrupt me,” Kyungsoo shrugs with a coy smile on his lips and Jongin can only hold back the urge to slap his face continuously because the blush on there is ever so permanent, drawn on by the artist Do Kyungsoo and the most valuable player, Do Kyungsoo, in his heart.
“Ever since when,” Jongin fumbles with his words yet Kyungsoo looks on him encouragingly, “have you taken notice of me, hyung?”
Kyungsoo hums, hot tongue licking at the cold dollop of sweetness at the corner of his lip, “There isn’t a word in the dictionary to describe how beautiful your words are and how beautiful you are too.”
“My words? Have you read my stories?”
Kyungsoo’s eyes brighten up immediately like two stars, piercing and shining as he nods excitedly, “I really didn’t have to judge you by your cover when I’ve already read your every word.” Jongin is a delighted pup at the revelation, he would have never known or wondered if Kyungsoo ever read the short stories he wrote for the university magazine but he knows the fact now, in between their cheesy pick-up lines and wintery ice cream.
The ice blue waters of the beach are wintery as well in the midst of the spring when the weather teeters in between the coolness of the spring breeze and the upcoming blasting heat of the summer. The two of them are bare footed, hearts bare to the wintry wind and Jongin laughs now as Kyungsoo shouts against the wind, “You make my heart melt like ice on a beach!”
Jongin’s eyes twinkled with delight and he hums, “Who knew. Who knew Do Kyungsoo would have a side like this to him?”
“No! I’m cursed and only can true love’s kiss break the spell!”
“Is that so?”
This time, it is the hot breath of Kyungsoo’s hot mouth that wisps against his nose, mouth and chin as their lips close the distance and finally meet one another in affection as they had that very day. It’s a soft meld of their soft, plush lips and Jongin feels Kyungsoo in his palms, his arms around the smaller’s waist and kneading the sides of his waist that he would surely hold onto one night. One night when they would let the kiss, the mingling of their lips to ignite into something else with the touch of their tongues, Jongin hopes.
“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for you to do that,” Kyungsoo breathes heavily, chest rising up and down and Jongin pulls him into an embrace, chuckling as he presses a kiss on the crown of the elder’s hair.
“Why didn’t you do so sooner?”
“The plan was for you shut me up with your lips, I’ve had a crush on you for the longest time,” Kyungsoo confesses, voice tired yet cheeks hurting from the grin that swells on his face. Jongin grumbles then and snuggles into the crook of the elder’s neck and whines.
“Jongin? Are you mad?”
“Yes, I want to punch you with my lips.”
Kyungsoo is teasing and makes him moan with the lick of his tongue against his cheek, “And why so?” Jongin pulls away then and the ocean could never be more jealous as he dives in for another kiss, a cheeky grin on his face that Kyungsoo wants to wipe off with his lips.
“Because you’re my Seoul mate.”
Title: My Seoul Mate
Genre: romance, fluff, humour
Rating: PG-15
Side Pairings (if any): -
Warnings: [Click to view]excessive pick-up lines
Word Count: 2.6k
Summary: Kyungsoo may not be big enough to pick Jongin up but with the aid of these pickup lines, he sure will.
Author's Note: my identity is a mystery but it is no mystery to my friends that I love pick-up lines! I’ve never written something like this but I hope you will enjoy it like ice cream, light heartedly sweet and a total feel good treat!
“He’s your flower.”
Streaks of gold in his tufts of honey brown hair catch the rays of sun, bronze taut cheeks hollowing into a pout as Jongin grumbles, “No, he’s not.”
Minseok arches up one defined eyebrow, a comical look of incredulity along with a greasy smirk plastered on his face which Jongin wishes he can just wipe off. The younger flutters his eyes shut like blinds of a house, silently praying for his thoughts to be the only ones that wander within the four walls of his mind yet the elder has to sing-song, “Then why do you always gaze at him like a love-sick puppy~?”
The denim jacket resting on the younger’s broad shoulders have never felt so heavy or was it the heavy ache on his chest? The pressure of the words screaming to leap out of his throat and whenever it presses against his heart, Jongin finds that it suddenly becomes difficult to breathe.
As loving someone is like breathing, it is as natural as the way his body gravitates to the warmth of his bed as his soul yearns to sleep. Much more, the way his heart drifted to the warmth of the soft Do Kyungsoo, practically a ball of fluff rolling around in the springtime and always blossoming, day after day as spring enraptures Seoul in a burst of budding daisies and tulips.
Jongin is a lost puppy chasing after Do Kyungsoo, in hopes that the social butterfly would land on his fuzzy snout. Jongin would then go cross eyed, endearingly so, at the beautiful creature that has knocked at the door of his heart with the gentle flutter of its wings that dazzled him, effortlessly.
As Jongin fell for Do Kyungsoo, in the way that rain falls from the sky. It comes in tiny droplets yet it showers upon the earth in a pitter-pattering melody, falling from every inch of the sky crystal clear for the world to hear and feel.
“He’s not a weak little flower,” Jongin huffs, picking at nothing along the cuffs of his jacket as the two of them tread through the campus grounds, worn out sneakers scuffing across the brick pavement with no set direction in mind. The sun is at its highest point in the sky, their afternoon lunches sitting in their happy stomachs although Minseok has always made a point of Jongin being particularly grumpy.
Grumpy in the way that a big pup yearns for attention in pats on the crown of his head and soothing caresses as fingers gently card through his hair. In this case, the attention of Do Kyungsoo which he seems to give to everyone as the warmhearted and outgoing sophomore he is.
When your eyes have become stuck on Do Kyungsoo’s beauty, it is effortless, the way that he pins someone down with his vivacious personality afterwards. You become hooked as he bounces your thoughts back with his pondering and genuine questions, as though those trivial thoughts of yours leads Do Kyungsoo to the map of your personality.
Despite of the elder’s warm chocolate voice that is soothing and comforting to the ear, he much prefers to be a listener as he offers others a listening ear in times of need and as such, has made him a social butterfly that flutters from one person to another who embraces his presence in fondness.
Jongin is merely a wallflower, an observer that catches all of this in sight of Do Kyungsoo who is as beautiful as a flower, undeniably so. The rosy dust of his snow-white cheeks, the cordate shape of his rosy pink lips that were like two petals, soft and alluring as they flutter around every word spilling from his mouth.
However, the endearing sophomore is no flower, he is not weak against the harsh rays of the sun nor does he wither as the seasons pass. Jongin would say Kyungsoo is a tree, standing firmly in what he believes in, braving against the wind and the rain, deeply rooted within Jongin’s heart. Jongin may sound like a sap but he’s a Literature student and he knows of nothing else but to paint his affections for Kyungsoo in words such as these.
“God, you’re really smitten, aren’t you?” Minseok teases with the quirk of his lip, the nudge of his elbow having Jongin recoil and grumbling as he always does because Jongin has always been reserved with the furrow of his eyebrows and the purse of his lips.
Jongin is an overthinker and he may be quiet but he has his own voice that shines apart from everyone else in essays and papers, even under the dim light at midnight as he ponders over words and wonders if Kyungsoo is awake, living and breathing somewhere out there in the beautiful city of Seoul.
Jongin would wonder whether Kyungsoo is accompanied with somebody else’s thoughts or alone with his own. Jongin would wonder what the elder thought about when everything was silent around him. Jongin would wonder whether Kyungsoo is sliding his hands past the jut of his hipbone and in between his legs, spread apart just like Jongin does.
Jongin’s head would be flooded with many thoughts at night, midnight philosophies and wild 3AM thoughts. Encompassed in the time he had aimlessly bought an entire book in Latin which is in essence a dead language and hence, Jongin is dead inside after an entire night of translating the book with an online translator which interpreted the words in a manner like this.
Actual meaning: Will Jongin ever not love Do Kyungsoo?
Online translator: Will Jongin never not love Do Kyungsoo?
Jongin would burrow himself into the cocoon of his blanket like a bear set for winter hibernation as the world is harsh and he is weak against his feelings because Do Kyungsoo is the centrepiece within his mind and his thoughts will not cease to revolve around him.
“Jongin!” Minseok suddenly gasps, not so inconspicuously even as he hides his mouth behind a closed palm because the bewildered look within his eyes gives him away instantly. “A DO KYUNGSOO IS ON THE COAST, APPROACHING A.S.A.P. DO WE EVACUATE A.S.A.P. OR WHAT DO YOU WANNA DO, LOVER BOY?”
In the manner of a love-sick pup, Jongin’s breathing intensifies as his eyes flit to the front where Kyungsoo, his Kyungsoo approaches. It’s not Ko Kyungsoo, the handball player or Yang Kyungsoo the artist but THE DO KYUNGSOO. Although really, Kyungsoo hasn’t made much of an achievement except for most likely being a ball of fluff est. 1993.
Jongin couldn’t hold the bubbling excitement and the overwhelming fear that both makes him jump a little into the air and his heart pound against his chest as he debates, to be chill or not to be chill, that is the question.
However, Jongin mentally slaps himself because why is he letting another human being have such an effect on him? The only thing in the world that can reduce him to a puddle of emotions are snuggly warm puppies yet he can imagine Kyungsoo being just as warm and snuggly, in his woollen knit sweater with a penguin on the front. Characteristic, characteristically adorable and he wants to cuddle his poor heart because Do Kyungsoo has no mercy.
Kyungsoo’s eyes are wide, owlishly wide as he peers up at Jongin. Jongin who now stands face to face with Kyungsoo, the object of his affection and his desire, tilting his chin upwards to meet Jongin. The angle makes the short Kyungsoo look even smaller and makes his eyes look even larger, doe and clear, hypnotising almost if Jongin didn’t flicker his eyes to the movement of Kyungsoo’s lips which didn’t help much either.
The elder seems to be nervous, if the tugging of his teeth on his plump lower lip is an indication and Jongin wonders if Kyungsoo had any idea the effect it’s making on him.
When Kyungsoo finally speaks, it comes in an utterly adorable squeak that Jongin has never heard before from the elder who seems flustered, cheeks tinged with a pink that does not come from rosé even though Jongin wonders if it’s liquid courage as he speaks -
“Excuse me, do you have a map?”
Minseok seems to have the senses that Jongin is yet to regain as he stares at Kyungsoo, their faces inches apart, their lips and Minseok laughs, awkwardly but good hearted as he chirps, “Hi Kyungsoo! How are -“
“Because I’m lost in your eyes,” Kyungsoo breathes out and Jongin almost chokes, wheezing as his lips sputter yet Kyungsoo is brave, standing there fearlessly without shame and even seems to open his mouth to say something else but decides to study Jongin’s expression.
Whereas Kim Minseok is having the time of his life, almost guffawing in laughter if not the deadly glare that Jongin shoots him because no one disrespects Kyungsoo like that.
“Um,” Jongin shifts on his feet and Kyungsoo seems eager to hear him speak, almost child-like and fond as he gazes at him. Jongin turns his face away, bashfully because he can’t quite decipher the look within Kyungsoo’s eyes, how he looks at Jongin like he is precious and he wonders if it’s that just a reflection of his own ebony orbs.
“Or do you have any raisins? How about a date?” Kyungsoo says now, an incessant urge at the edge of his voice and Jongin knows it’s a serious question by the adamance within the elder’s countenance. Jongin gulps, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down on his tan neck and Kyungsoo catches sight of it, latching onto it with his eyes and Jongin wants the earth to swallow him up right there and then.
Kyungsoo huffs, almost desperate now as he twiddles with his thumbs, “Are you going to talk to me, or do I have to lie to my diary?”
Jongin is breathless and he does not know how he manages to utter a, “Yes,” but the word, he presumes has always been on the tip of his tongue at the very moment a wild Kyungsoo had appeared. Yes, because Kyungsoo is front of him, beside him now as the elder takes hold of his hand and all around his senses as they immediately venture into the beautiful city of Seoul.
For their first date.
(“Wishing you two a happily ever after, ride into the sunset with him, Jongin,” Minseok had whispered forlornly, abandoned, and concocting his own pick-up lines. If that meant, he gets a wide-eyed beauty as well.)
It is amusing, terribly so as even after Jongin accepts Kyungsoo’s invitation, the elder does not cease to spurt out cheesy albeit clever pick-up lines. The elder has Jongin blushing more than he ever has in his nineteen years of life, in hues of cherry blossom, cotton candy and balloon pink.
The cherry blossoms are picturesque of the spring and akin to a painting, the petals cascade from its swaying mahogany branches. Jongin has no notion of how he has found himself here with Do Kyungsoo, hands intertwined and the other holding a stick of cotton candy. The two took a bite out of the pink sugar clouds as though the world was balanced on the tip of their finger with Jongin skipping one lecture but nothing could ever pop the bubble of happiness the two of them were in like the pink balloons that were floating above and above the sky. The fluff melt on their tongues like the sizzling caramel heat within his gut as Kyungsoo cleans his face with the warm stroke and gentle brush of his thumb.
“If kisses were snowflakes, I’d send you a blizzard.”
All the blood rushing to his cheeks is making him hazy, face hot and lips red as the two of them sit face to face now with a cone of frosty wonderful ice cream goodness in between their lips. Kyungsoo gazes at him intently, licking him up with his eyes and Jongin can only wonder when the pick up line curse will be broken.
“I had a pick-up line but, your beautiful eyes continue to interrupt me,” Kyungsoo shrugs with a coy smile on his lips and Jongin can only hold back the urge to slap his face continuously because the blush on there is ever so permanent, drawn on by the artist Do Kyungsoo and the most valuable player, Do Kyungsoo, in his heart.
“Ever since when,” Jongin fumbles with his words yet Kyungsoo looks on him encouragingly, “have you taken notice of me, hyung?”
Kyungsoo hums, hot tongue licking at the cold dollop of sweetness at the corner of his lip, “There isn’t a word in the dictionary to describe how beautiful your words are and how beautiful you are too.”
“My words? Have you read my stories?”
Kyungsoo’s eyes brighten up immediately like two stars, piercing and shining as he nods excitedly, “I really didn’t have to judge you by your cover when I’ve already read your every word.” Jongin is a delighted pup at the revelation, he would have never known or wondered if Kyungsoo ever read the short stories he wrote for the university magazine but he knows the fact now, in between their cheesy pick-up lines and wintery ice cream.
The ice blue waters of the beach are wintery as well in the midst of the spring when the weather teeters in between the coolness of the spring breeze and the upcoming blasting heat of the summer. The two of them are bare footed, hearts bare to the wintry wind and Jongin laughs now as Kyungsoo shouts against the wind, “You make my heart melt like ice on a beach!”
Jongin’s eyes twinkled with delight and he hums, “Who knew. Who knew Do Kyungsoo would have a side like this to him?”
“No! I’m cursed and only can true love’s kiss break the spell!”
“Is that so?”
This time, it is the hot breath of Kyungsoo’s hot mouth that wisps against his nose, mouth and chin as their lips close the distance and finally meet one another in affection as they had that very day. It’s a soft meld of their soft, plush lips and Jongin feels Kyungsoo in his palms, his arms around the smaller’s waist and kneading the sides of his waist that he would surely hold onto one night. One night when they would let the kiss, the mingling of their lips to ignite into something else with the touch of their tongues, Jongin hopes.
“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for you to do that,” Kyungsoo breathes heavily, chest rising up and down and Jongin pulls him into an embrace, chuckling as he presses a kiss on the crown of the elder’s hair.
“Why didn’t you do so sooner?”
“The plan was for you shut me up with your lips, I’ve had a crush on you for the longest time,” Kyungsoo confesses, voice tired yet cheeks hurting from the grin that swells on his face. Jongin grumbles then and snuggles into the crook of the elder’s neck and whines.
“Jongin? Are you mad?”
“Yes, I want to punch you with my lips.”
Kyungsoo is teasing and makes him moan with the lick of his tongue against his cheek, “And why so?” Jongin pulls away then and the ocean could never be more jealous as he dives in for another kiss, a cheeky grin on his face that Kyungsoo wants to wipe off with his lips.
“Because you’re my Seoul mate.”