i just wanna breathe (until i take you in)
i just wanna breathe (until i take you in)
kyungmyeon; pg-13; humor; 2,286 words
junmyeon can’t let go of his marvel heroes briefs. kyungsoo’s always being sarcastic. jongin is the bitch.
kyungsoo’s been friends with junmyeon for as long as he can remember. they live across each other and they grew up together. when they were younger, they took bath together and slept together. junmyeon is like kyungsoo’s older brother. they take care of each other. they tell secrets to each other. they tell the bad things they have done to each other. and whenever one of them gets scolded by his parents, he sneaks out to the other’s house to cry to sleep.
they’ve shared clothes with each other. even socks and briefs. there was this one time, during a high school camping, junmyeon forgot to bring extra briefs. kyungsoo could go on forever lecturing the older about how he shouldn’t forget the most important thing he needed to bring during times like those. in the end he could only lend junmyeon one of his. the only problem is until now junmyeon hasn’t returned it yet. well, it’s not like kyungsoo doesn’t have lots of them. (kyungsoo: but it’s one of favorite pororo briefs! /cries)
today is the last day before college starts and junmyeon is about to throw his marvel heroes briefs into the trashcan. he says he’s too old for them, but kyungsoo think he’s not. he thinks junmyeon now prefers pink briefs more than his marvel heroes briefs.
“you are never too old for them, unless you still want to wear them at the university,” kyungsoo says, as he watches junmyeon struggle in throwing them in the trashcan. “which you wouldn’t because you’re now in college. you wouldn’t want any of your classmates to see you wearing marvel heroes briefs.”
“do you think i should just donate them to the kids in the orphanage?” he asks, ignoring what kyungsoo said.
“maybe,” he says back.
“i should definitely just donate them,” junmyeon says, hugging the plastic bag full of his underwear’s. “where are yours?” he asks, turning to kyungsoo. they start walking back to junmyeon’s house.
“in my drawer. i’m keeping them for memories. i still love pororo, you know.”
“i still love my marvel heroes, too. it’s just that they take too much space in my drawer and i really need new ones because these don’t fit me anymore.”
“because your dick grew too big?”
“what?!”
“i think they’re fine hidden in the deepest chambers of your cabinet. they’re your childhood best friends, you know? they were the only ones around to save you when you peed in your sleep.”
“you seriously don’t need to remind me of that, kyungsoo,” junmyeon says as they head upstairs. “and i never, even for once in my life, peed on my briefs.”
“i was just sympathizing with them.”
“no, you’re not. you’re teasing me. and i’m your hyung.” he sounds hurt.
“there, there.” kyungsoo pats him on the back.
before going home, kyungsoo tries to sneak out junmyeon’s yellow wolverine underwear.
-
there are so many things kyungsoo like about junmyeon. one of them is his smile. he figured it out when they were sitting in front of the bonfire during their high school camping.
junmyeon smiles too much, to the point that even the other girls in other classes notice him. therefore they flirt with him.
just like right now.
a girl winked at him in the hallway.
it pisses kyungsoo off. (he can be really demanding of junmyeon’s attention sometimes, please understand him).
“it has just been a week, but a lot of girls are already trying to get into your pants,” he says to junmyeon as they walk down the hallway.
“what made you say that?” he asks, a surprised look spread across his face. it surprises him when such words come out of his dongsaeng’s mouth.
“it’s obvious.”
the two of them took different courses. junmyeon’s in biochemistry while kyungsoo’s in music. kyungsoo thinks Junmyeon is weird for taking up biochemistry. he thinks it’s a weird subject and the students taking it are weird. he even talked to junmyeon’s parents about it, but they said whatever junmyeon wants is fine with them.
he puts an arm over kyungsoo’s shoulder. “are you jealous?”
“no,” he says simply.
“c’mon. girls will eventually notice you, too. don’t worry.”
kyungsoo crinkles his eyebrows at him. that’s not what he means to say. “anyway,” he says, “you should stop smiling to just anyone. it’s creepy.” with that said, he goes into his classroom without even waving goodbye at junmyeon.
‘why are the girls here so flirtatious. i can’t even.’
-
kyungsoo likes looking at junmyeon when he’s sleeping, because he looks like an angel. or maybe junmyeon really is an angel because he doesn’t only look an angel when he’s sleeping. even when he’s awake and smiling. his eyes are like rays of sun shining behind an angel coming down from the heaven and his voice sounds like the angels’ harps. junmyeon’s voice sounds so good to kyungsoo’s ears.
that’s why he likes it so much when junmyeon sings.
he also likes it when he tries to wear the best clothes and look cool and handsome in front of everyone else.
just like now.
he’s wearing the same clothes someone from the kpop group called exo wears. who’s it? suho? he says he’s his idol and that he looks like him.
“i think so too,” kyungsoo says to him, as they walk to the entrance of the school building. “suho means guardian. a classmate of mine asked what your name is because he said you look like an angel. he says he likes you.”
“really? who is he?”
he looks at junmyeon. “i just made it up.” he lies.
junmyeon sighs, looking at him while shaking his head in disappointment.
“i was kidding. if i’m not wrong his name is kris and he’s from china. he’s handsome, but the length of his chin is really disturbing.”
junmyeon laughs. “it’s funny how you compliment someone and then add an insult after.”
“obviously,” kyungsoo deadpans. “it’s to make things equal.”
they stop in front of kyungsoo’s classroom. junmyeon messes the younger’s hair, smiles and says, “you’re really cute, do kyungsoo.”
said cute guy blushes. to hide it he turns away quickly. “i know that. bye.”
“you’ll always be the cutest guy for me.”
kyungsoo hears the older boy laughing as he leaves to his classroom, which is by the way in the upper floor.
he has no idea if junmyeon’s telling the truth, or if he’s just teasing him.
‘whatever. he said i’m cute.’
-
a few hours ago, kyungsoo tells his hyung that he has a crush on someone, and until now Junmyeon is still pestering him through text messages, asking who it is.
his phone keeps vibrating in his pocket and it’s annoying him, but he cannot take it out because mister shim will reprimand him he’s caught using his phone in class.
‘if only i can let junmyeon hyung know it’s him. but what if the feelings aren’t mutual? what if he dumps me? what will i become of? will i be able to handle the pain?
oh well, it’s just a crush.
but still.
whatever. i won’t tell him anything. some things are better left unsaid, as people say.’
-
one afternoon, junmyeon says he needs to go to the locker room to get his calculus book.
‘what’s taking him so long?’ kyungsoo asks to himself, his grip on the straps of his bag tightening. then, he looks at his phone. it’s been twenty eight minutes already after junmyeon sent his text message. going to the locker room from where kyungsoo’s standing right now takes two minutes, getting your things takes a maximum of five, and going back takes two. so, what’s taking junmyeon so long?
kyungsoo looks at his wristwatch. he’s got twenty minutes more for lunch. he should check out what’s taking junmyeon so long.
as he walks, he thinks, did he get his hand stuck between his locker and it’s door and no one is around to help him? or did a girl or a boy jumped on him and started raping him? i’d rather it be the first, although it’s a bit stupid. only i am allowed to rape him. he slaps himself, causing the girls he passes by to look at him.
when he finally finds junmyeon, what he sees causes his eyes to grow big that they almost jump out of their sockets.
junmyeon is being pushed against kyungsoo’s locker, making out with someone.
‘wait. he’s the tall guy in my class. what’s his name? jonghyun? jongdae? jong…. jongin! holy cheese! jongin, the bitch who dances so sexily. how. dare. he.’
-
the next day junmyeon says he can’t come with kyungsoo for lunch, as well as in going home.
in the afternoon, he sees him walking with jongin to the school gates, hands intertwined.
‘fuck you, with passion, mister kim jongin.’
-
nine miscalls. fifteen text messages. all from junmyeon since yesterday night. he hasn’t answered any yet. he hasn’t even opened any of them.
he feels so down.
he feels so bad.
he feels so sad.
tears have been pouring down his face ever since he got home today. earlier this morning he told junmyeon he couldn’t make it to school when the truth is he’s already in his seat, writing a stupid song in his notebook. but it just won’t do. the lyrics seem empty. the words look like they are jumbled.
during lunch, junmyeon catches him in the canteen and slaps him on the back, saying, “liar. you said you couldn’t make it, but here you are enjoying lunch alone. i was so worried.”
“if you were worried why didn’t you visit me at home?” he asks.
junmyeon sits next to kyungsoo so he transfers quickly to the seat across his hyung.
“i was texting you but you weren’t answering. i bet you didn’t even read them.” the sound of his voice stings in kyungsoo’s ears, but the look on his face changes quickly from a straight one to a worried one. “what’s wrong?” he asks. “oh, don’t tell me you’re really sick and you just wanted to come to school because you’re bored at home.” he laughs.
“you insensitive dumbass!” kyungsoo throws him the crust of his pizza.
“what was that for?!” junmyeon snaps at him. seeing kyungsoo’s handkerchief on the table, he snatches it to wipe the sauce off his face.
“look! you never snap at me!”
“that’s because you threw me a pizza. i’m so sorry,” he says apologetically.
“no! you probably have someone better than me! someone cuter, taller, hotter, sexier! go and make out with him! in the locker room! anywhere! i’m going home! i just didn’t lose my appetite, i also lost my only best friend!”
junmyeon’s jaw drops in disbelief, but kyungsoo doesn’t care. he’s said what he wants to say, that’s all that matters.
‘of all, why jongin? someone who’s taller than me. someone who’s sexier than me. someone who’s hotter than me. someone who’s… cuter than me? ah I get it. he wants someone who’s better than me. i don’t care.’ he wipes the tears off his eyes. ‘it just hurts because hasn’t told me anything yet. what is this?? doesn’t he have any plans of telling me at all??’
“you’ll always be the cutest guy for me.”
from under the pillow, kyungsoo pulls out junmyeon’s wolverine brief and throws it outside the window.
-
it’s already been a week and two days since junmyeon and kyungsoo last talked to each other. and everytime kyungsoo sees them walking in the hallways, holding hands, he feels like throwing up. he thinks junmyeon would look better walking with him because they’re both short.
“look at him walking beside a moving wall,” kyungsoo says to himself with a straight face. then he sends junmyeon a text message: he’s like snow white and you’re like dopey.
junmyeon sends him back a text saying: d'aww, don’t be such a bitterfly.
he crinkles his eyebrows. “what’s a bitterfly?” when he looks at the two again, jongin winks at him and snickers.
‘psh. so annoying. do you think that makes you look handsome?’
that night he sends junmyeon another text message. he looks outside the window and sees the lights in junmyeon’s are on. he hopes he’s not with Jongin and making out.
i really miss you :( and i know this isn’t the right time to say this, but i like you. a lot.
/weeps silently
minutes later, junmyeon replies.
you were the first one to turn your back on me, but i miss you too. i miss your sarcastic comments. i miss your cuteness. and i like you too, i just didn’t have the courage to tell you because i thought you liked someone else. it’s your fault, do kyungsoo!!
“and here he puts the blame on me.” he rolls his eyes, as if junmyeon’s in front of him.
he gets another text message.
btw, ur mom told my mom she saw my wolverine brief outside your house. what’s the meaning of that???
his eyes widen.
don’t change the topic!
never mind. it’s too late. just make out with jongin and feel better. don’t forget to hide your marvel heroes briefs. he might see them. you wouldn’t want him laughing at you. :-)
even in text messages, kyungsoo’s being sarcastic.
junmyeon replies:
i’m not changing the topic! since when did you have one of my briefs?! stop smiling!
i broke up with jongin and you don’t have to know why.
he's jumping in the air when he gets another text message from junmyeon.
3… 2… 1…
he crinkles his eyebrows and ask, “what’s with the countdown?”
someone knocks on his window.
--
i couldn't sleep last night sobs i tried
sorry about the stupid summary.... and the title. /facepalm
kyungmyeon; pg-13; humor; 2,286 words
junmyeon can’t let go of his marvel heroes briefs. kyungsoo’s always being sarcastic. jongin is the bitch.
kyungsoo’s been friends with junmyeon for as long as he can remember. they live across each other and they grew up together. when they were younger, they took bath together and slept together. junmyeon is like kyungsoo’s older brother. they take care of each other. they tell secrets to each other. they tell the bad things they have done to each other. and whenever one of them gets scolded by his parents, he sneaks out to the other’s house to cry to sleep.
they’ve shared clothes with each other. even socks and briefs. there was this one time, during a high school camping, junmyeon forgot to bring extra briefs. kyungsoo could go on forever lecturing the older about how he shouldn’t forget the most important thing he needed to bring during times like those. in the end he could only lend junmyeon one of his. the only problem is until now junmyeon hasn’t returned it yet. well, it’s not like kyungsoo doesn’t have lots of them. (kyungsoo: but it’s one of favorite pororo briefs! /cries)
today is the last day before college starts and junmyeon is about to throw his marvel heroes briefs into the trashcan. he says he’s too old for them, but kyungsoo think he’s not. he thinks junmyeon now prefers pink briefs more than his marvel heroes briefs.
“you are never too old for them, unless you still want to wear them at the university,” kyungsoo says, as he watches junmyeon struggle in throwing them in the trashcan. “which you wouldn’t because you’re now in college. you wouldn’t want any of your classmates to see you wearing marvel heroes briefs.”
“do you think i should just donate them to the kids in the orphanage?” he asks, ignoring what kyungsoo said.
“maybe,” he says back.
“i should definitely just donate them,” junmyeon says, hugging the plastic bag full of his underwear’s. “where are yours?” he asks, turning to kyungsoo. they start walking back to junmyeon’s house.
“in my drawer. i’m keeping them for memories. i still love pororo, you know.”
“i still love my marvel heroes, too. it’s just that they take too much space in my drawer and i really need new ones because these don’t fit me anymore.”
“because your dick grew too big?”
“what?!”
“i think they’re fine hidden in the deepest chambers of your cabinet. they’re your childhood best friends, you know? they were the only ones around to save you when you peed in your sleep.”
“you seriously don’t need to remind me of that, kyungsoo,” junmyeon says as they head upstairs. “and i never, even for once in my life, peed on my briefs.”
“i was just sympathizing with them.”
“no, you’re not. you’re teasing me. and i’m your hyung.” he sounds hurt.
“there, there.” kyungsoo pats him on the back.
before going home, kyungsoo tries to sneak out junmyeon’s yellow wolverine underwear.
-
there are so many things kyungsoo like about junmyeon. one of them is his smile. he figured it out when they were sitting in front of the bonfire during their high school camping.
junmyeon smiles too much, to the point that even the other girls in other classes notice him. therefore they flirt with him.
just like right now.
a girl winked at him in the hallway.
it pisses kyungsoo off. (he can be really demanding of junmyeon’s attention sometimes, please understand him).
“it has just been a week, but a lot of girls are already trying to get into your pants,” he says to junmyeon as they walk down the hallway.
“what made you say that?” he asks, a surprised look spread across his face. it surprises him when such words come out of his dongsaeng’s mouth.
“it’s obvious.”
the two of them took different courses. junmyeon’s in biochemistry while kyungsoo’s in music. kyungsoo thinks Junmyeon is weird for taking up biochemistry. he thinks it’s a weird subject and the students taking it are weird. he even talked to junmyeon’s parents about it, but they said whatever junmyeon wants is fine with them.
he puts an arm over kyungsoo’s shoulder. “are you jealous?”
“no,” he says simply.
“c’mon. girls will eventually notice you, too. don’t worry.”
kyungsoo crinkles his eyebrows at him. that’s not what he means to say. “anyway,” he says, “you should stop smiling to just anyone. it’s creepy.” with that said, he goes into his classroom without even waving goodbye at junmyeon.
‘why are the girls here so flirtatious. i can’t even.’
-
kyungsoo likes looking at junmyeon when he’s sleeping, because he looks like an angel. or maybe junmyeon really is an angel because he doesn’t only look an angel when he’s sleeping. even when he’s awake and smiling. his eyes are like rays of sun shining behind an angel coming down from the heaven and his voice sounds like the angels’ harps. junmyeon’s voice sounds so good to kyungsoo’s ears.
that’s why he likes it so much when junmyeon sings.
he also likes it when he tries to wear the best clothes and look cool and handsome in front of everyone else.
just like now.
he’s wearing the same clothes someone from the kpop group called exo wears. who’s it? suho? he says he’s his idol and that he looks like him.
“i think so too,” kyungsoo says to him, as they walk to the entrance of the school building. “suho means guardian. a classmate of mine asked what your name is because he said you look like an angel. he says he likes you.”
“really? who is he?”
he looks at junmyeon. “i just made it up.” he lies.
junmyeon sighs, looking at him while shaking his head in disappointment.
“i was kidding. if i’m not wrong his name is kris and he’s from china. he’s handsome, but the length of his chin is really disturbing.”
junmyeon laughs. “it’s funny how you compliment someone and then add an insult after.”
“obviously,” kyungsoo deadpans. “it’s to make things equal.”
they stop in front of kyungsoo’s classroom. junmyeon messes the younger’s hair, smiles and says, “you’re really cute, do kyungsoo.”
said cute guy blushes. to hide it he turns away quickly. “i know that. bye.”
“you’ll always be the cutest guy for me.”
kyungsoo hears the older boy laughing as he leaves to his classroom, which is by the way in the upper floor.
he has no idea if junmyeon’s telling the truth, or if he’s just teasing him.
‘whatever. he said i’m cute.’
-
a few hours ago, kyungsoo tells his hyung that he has a crush on someone, and until now Junmyeon is still pestering him through text messages, asking who it is.
his phone keeps vibrating in his pocket and it’s annoying him, but he cannot take it out because mister shim will reprimand him he’s caught using his phone in class.
‘if only i can let junmyeon hyung know it’s him. but what if the feelings aren’t mutual? what if he dumps me? what will i become of? will i be able to handle the pain?
oh well, it’s just a crush.
but still.
whatever. i won’t tell him anything. some things are better left unsaid, as people say.’
-
one afternoon, junmyeon says he needs to go to the locker room to get his calculus book.
‘what’s taking him so long?’ kyungsoo asks to himself, his grip on the straps of his bag tightening. then, he looks at his phone. it’s been twenty eight minutes already after junmyeon sent his text message. going to the locker room from where kyungsoo’s standing right now takes two minutes, getting your things takes a maximum of five, and going back takes two. so, what’s taking junmyeon so long?
kyungsoo looks at his wristwatch. he’s got twenty minutes more for lunch. he should check out what’s taking junmyeon so long.
as he walks, he thinks, did he get his hand stuck between his locker and it’s door and no one is around to help him? or did a girl or a boy jumped on him and started raping him? i’d rather it be the first, although it’s a bit stupid. only i am allowed to rape him. he slaps himself, causing the girls he passes by to look at him.
when he finally finds junmyeon, what he sees causes his eyes to grow big that they almost jump out of their sockets.
junmyeon is being pushed against kyungsoo’s locker, making out with someone.
‘wait. he’s the tall guy in my class. what’s his name? jonghyun? jongdae? jong…. jongin! holy cheese! jongin, the bitch who dances so sexily. how. dare. he.’
-
the next day junmyeon says he can’t come with kyungsoo for lunch, as well as in going home.
in the afternoon, he sees him walking with jongin to the school gates, hands intertwined.
‘fuck you, with passion, mister kim jongin.’
-
nine miscalls. fifteen text messages. all from junmyeon since yesterday night. he hasn’t answered any yet. he hasn’t even opened any of them.
he feels so down.
he feels so bad.
he feels so sad.
tears have been pouring down his face ever since he got home today. earlier this morning he told junmyeon he couldn’t make it to school when the truth is he’s already in his seat, writing a stupid song in his notebook. but it just won’t do. the lyrics seem empty. the words look like they are jumbled.
during lunch, junmyeon catches him in the canteen and slaps him on the back, saying, “liar. you said you couldn’t make it, but here you are enjoying lunch alone. i was so worried.”
“if you were worried why didn’t you visit me at home?” he asks.
junmyeon sits next to kyungsoo so he transfers quickly to the seat across his hyung.
“i was texting you but you weren’t answering. i bet you didn’t even read them.” the sound of his voice stings in kyungsoo’s ears, but the look on his face changes quickly from a straight one to a worried one. “what’s wrong?” he asks. “oh, don’t tell me you’re really sick and you just wanted to come to school because you’re bored at home.” he laughs.
“you insensitive dumbass!” kyungsoo throws him the crust of his pizza.
“what was that for?!” junmyeon snaps at him. seeing kyungsoo’s handkerchief on the table, he snatches it to wipe the sauce off his face.
“look! you never snap at me!”
“that’s because you threw me a pizza. i’m so sorry,” he says apologetically.
“no! you probably have someone better than me! someone cuter, taller, hotter, sexier! go and make out with him! in the locker room! anywhere! i’m going home! i just didn’t lose my appetite, i also lost my only best friend!”
junmyeon’s jaw drops in disbelief, but kyungsoo doesn’t care. he’s said what he wants to say, that’s all that matters.
‘of all, why jongin? someone who’s taller than me. someone who’s sexier than me. someone who’s hotter than me. someone who’s… cuter than me? ah I get it. he wants someone who’s better than me. i don’t care.’ he wipes the tears off his eyes. ‘it just hurts because hasn’t told me anything yet. what is this?? doesn’t he have any plans of telling me at all??’
“you’ll always be the cutest guy for me.”
from under the pillow, kyungsoo pulls out junmyeon’s wolverine brief and throws it outside the window.
-
it’s already been a week and two days since junmyeon and kyungsoo last talked to each other. and everytime kyungsoo sees them walking in the hallways, holding hands, he feels like throwing up. he thinks junmyeon would look better walking with him because they’re both short.
“look at him walking beside a moving wall,” kyungsoo says to himself with a straight face. then he sends junmyeon a text message: he’s like snow white and you’re like dopey.
junmyeon sends him back a text saying: d'aww, don’t be such a bitterfly.
he crinkles his eyebrows. “what’s a bitterfly?” when he looks at the two again, jongin winks at him and snickers.
‘psh. so annoying. do you think that makes you look handsome?’
that night he sends junmyeon another text message. he looks outside the window and sees the lights in junmyeon’s are on. he hopes he’s not with Jongin and making out.
i really miss you :( and i know this isn’t the right time to say this, but i like you. a lot.
/weeps silently
minutes later, junmyeon replies.
you were the first one to turn your back on me, but i miss you too. i miss your sarcastic comments. i miss your cuteness. and i like you too, i just didn’t have the courage to tell you because i thought you liked someone else. it’s your fault, do kyungsoo!!
“and here he puts the blame on me.” he rolls his eyes, as if junmyeon’s in front of him.
he gets another text message.
btw, ur mom told my mom she saw my wolverine brief outside your house. what’s the meaning of that???
his eyes widen.
don’t change the topic!
never mind. it’s too late. just make out with jongin and feel better. don’t forget to hide your marvel heroes briefs. he might see them. you wouldn’t want him laughing at you. :-)
even in text messages, kyungsoo’s being sarcastic.
junmyeon replies:
i’m not changing the topic! since when did you have one of my briefs?! stop smiling!
i broke up with jongin and you don’t have to know why.
he's jumping in the air when he gets another text message from junmyeon.
3… 2… 1…
he crinkles his eyebrows and ask, “what’s with the countdown?”
someone knocks on his window.
--
i couldn't sleep last night sobs i tried
sorry about the stupid summary.... and the title. /facepalm