Last Thing
Title: Last Thing
Pairing: KaiSoo
Rated: PG-13
Type: Drabble, song!fic
Word Count: 791
Summary: The last thing Jongin wanted in his life was a stupid love story based off of a boyband's song.
Author's Note: This is based off of One Direction's One Thing. I wrote this a looong time ago but never got around to publishing it so here it is! I hope it's not too crappy so enjoy~
♫ I've tried playing it cool
But when I'm looking at you
I can’t ever be brave
'Cause you make my heart race
Jongin tries his best to will away the pounding in his heart, giving an awkward smile to cover his trembling lips. It shouldn't be this hard to impress someone but then again Jongin's never fallen for someone this hard, let alone a uy.
He doesn't really know when these mixed feelings started to form. They all just suddenly came the day the older boy showed up in his dance class two months ago. He was all shy and quiet as he stood in front of the class with wide, nervous eyes that darted around the room.
There was something about the boy that just made Jongin feel attracted to him. One thing lead to another and before Jongin knew it he was standing in front of his best friend-oh, the dreaded friend zone-trying his best to review the choreography and not to shove Kyungsoo up against the mirrored wall with fire burning at the pit of his stomach.
"The-en you do this."
Way to go, Jongin thinks as his voice shatters like an egg shell. Kyungsoo can't help but tease him, asking if Jongin was done going through puberty or not. Jongin just gives him a small glare as he mentally facepalms his forehead for being such an idiot.
♫ 'Cause I’m dying just to make you see
That I need you here with me now
'Cause you've got that one thing
Jongin groans as he shuffles through his bedroom door and flops down on the mattress. He continues to groan and whimper and pout into his pillow as he replays the embarrassing moment during dance rehearsal. Rather than playing the good parts,-the parts where he made Kyungsoo laugh with his cheesy jokes and stare with awe as he showed him some new dances he'd learned-he played the bad parts-the parts where his voice cracked and he tripped over his own feet-like a broken record in his head.
Jongin doesn't know what he sees in Kyungsoo; doesn't know why the older boy corrupted his whole outlook on life with just a single smile. There's nothing special about Kyungsoo anyways.
Kyungsoo's pale. Sickly pale, Jongin thinks; but then again, Jongin's the darkest student in their choreography class so he shouldn't be judging. The boy's skin is as white and beautiful as porcelain. Jongin thinks it's stupid how fragile Kyungsoo is but because he's like that, Jongin wants to make sure that not a single thing hurts Kyungsoo's paper-like skin.
Kyungsoo's voice. It's annoying, really, when you have to listen to Kyungsoo's nagging voice for almost three hours (the day just wouldn't be complete without someone saying "Stop playing with your food!" from the side). He can go on and on about all of Jongin's flaws and imperfections like he's got all day. Jongin gets offended a lot more than he should. Part of him just wants to rip Kyungsoo's guts out and throw it away with the rest of his lunch but the other half likes the fact that Kyungsoo actually cares about him.
Kyungsoo's eyes. Out of everything that Jongin could think about, it was always Kyungsoo's eyes. Round and big, it was as if a deer was staring at you from across a field of grass, frightened by your very existence. But those eyes were deceiving and could lure anyone into thinking that they were the eyes of an innocent child. Jongin quickly discovered that behind those eyes lay a very corrupted soul that's seen way too much skin-on-skin action. When Jongin looks into them, all he wants to do is drown in them all day. (Yes, drown, because Jongin doesn't know how to swim.)
♫ So get out, get out, get out of my head
And fall into my arms instead
Jongin decides that his pillow is getting suffocatingly hot so he turns his body and stares at the ceiling. All he can think about is Kyungsoo this, Kyungsoo that, Kyungsoo, Kyungsoo, Kyungsoo. He thinks it's crazy to daydream about someone this much throughout and entire day.
He sighs heavily. Grabbing the pillow resting at the foot of his bed, Jongin cuddles around it and closes his eyes shut. Maybe, just maybe, if Jongin thinks about Kyungsoo enough, the pillow will magically form into the older boy. It sounds stupid but Jongin is willing to try anything to get the older boy out of his head.
When Jongin opens his eyes, he realizes two things:
1. He's stupid for trying to transform an inatimate object into a human
2. His life has just turned into one of those stupid love songs
Just great.
Pairing: KaiSoo
Rated: PG-13
Type: Drabble, song!fic
Word Count: 791
Summary: The last thing Jongin wanted in his life was a stupid love story based off of a boyband's song.
Author's Note: This is based off of One Direction's One Thing. I wrote this a looong time ago but never got around to publishing it so here it is! I hope it's not too crappy so enjoy~
♫ I've tried playing it cool
But when I'm looking at you
I can’t ever be brave
'Cause you make my heart race
Jongin tries his best to will away the pounding in his heart, giving an awkward smile to cover his trembling lips. It shouldn't be this hard to impress someone but then again Jongin's never fallen for someone this hard, let alone a uy.
He doesn't really know when these mixed feelings started to form. They all just suddenly came the day the older boy showed up in his dance class two months ago. He was all shy and quiet as he stood in front of the class with wide, nervous eyes that darted around the room.
There was something about the boy that just made Jongin feel attracted to him. One thing lead to another and before Jongin knew it he was standing in front of his best friend-oh, the dreaded friend zone-trying his best to review the choreography and not to shove Kyungsoo up against the mirrored wall with fire burning at the pit of his stomach.
"The-en you do this."
Way to go, Jongin thinks as his voice shatters like an egg shell. Kyungsoo can't help but tease him, asking if Jongin was done going through puberty or not. Jongin just gives him a small glare as he mentally facepalms his forehead for being such an idiot.
♫ 'Cause I’m dying just to make you see
That I need you here with me now
'Cause you've got that one thing
Jongin groans as he shuffles through his bedroom door and flops down on the mattress. He continues to groan and whimper and pout into his pillow as he replays the embarrassing moment during dance rehearsal. Rather than playing the good parts,-the parts where he made Kyungsoo laugh with his cheesy jokes and stare with awe as he showed him some new dances he'd learned-he played the bad parts-the parts where his voice cracked and he tripped over his own feet-like a broken record in his head.
Jongin doesn't know what he sees in Kyungsoo; doesn't know why the older boy corrupted his whole outlook on life with just a single smile. There's nothing special about Kyungsoo anyways.
Kyungsoo's pale. Sickly pale, Jongin thinks; but then again, Jongin's the darkest student in their choreography class so he shouldn't be judging. The boy's skin is as white and beautiful as porcelain. Jongin thinks it's stupid how fragile Kyungsoo is but because he's like that, Jongin wants to make sure that not a single thing hurts Kyungsoo's paper-like skin.
Kyungsoo's voice. It's annoying, really, when you have to listen to Kyungsoo's nagging voice for almost three hours (the day just wouldn't be complete without someone saying "Stop playing with your food!" from the side). He can go on and on about all of Jongin's flaws and imperfections like he's got all day. Jongin gets offended a lot more than he should. Part of him just wants to rip Kyungsoo's guts out and throw it away with the rest of his lunch but the other half likes the fact that Kyungsoo actually cares about him.
Kyungsoo's eyes. Out of everything that Jongin could think about, it was always Kyungsoo's eyes. Round and big, it was as if a deer was staring at you from across a field of grass, frightened by your very existence. But those eyes were deceiving and could lure anyone into thinking that they were the eyes of an innocent child. Jongin quickly discovered that behind those eyes lay a very corrupted soul that's seen way too much skin-on-skin action. When Jongin looks into them, all he wants to do is drown in them all day. (Yes, drown, because Jongin doesn't know how to swim.)
♫ So get out, get out, get out of my head
And fall into my arms instead
Jongin decides that his pillow is getting suffocatingly hot so he turns his body and stares at the ceiling. All he can think about is Kyungsoo this, Kyungsoo that, Kyungsoo, Kyungsoo, Kyungsoo. He thinks it's crazy to daydream about someone this much throughout and entire day.
He sighs heavily. Grabbing the pillow resting at the foot of his bed, Jongin cuddles around it and closes his eyes shut. Maybe, just maybe, if Jongin thinks about Kyungsoo enough, the pillow will magically form into the older boy. It sounds stupid but Jongin is willing to try anything to get the older boy out of his head.
When Jongin opens his eyes, he realizes two things:
1. He's stupid for trying to transform an inatimate object into a human
2. His life has just turned into one of those stupid love songs
Just great.