kaisoo drabbles
pairing: jongin/kyungsoo
rating: g
genre: romance, fluff
notes: so this is a collection of 4 kaisoo drabbles? \o/ respective summaries are above each drabble, so is the word count. idk man, kaisoo is adorable. drabbles bc too lazy to write one-shots
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i. library | 249 words | kyungsoo is a little too focused on his notes and jongin has a short attention span.
"hyung," jongin whispers, pulling away the stack of notes kyungsoo's holding in front of his face, causing kyungsoo's surprised face to pop up from behind the copious sheets of paper. "hyung," he whines, "look at me."
"what is it, jongin?" kyungsoo murmurs absently and jongin almost feels bad for disturbing his boyfriend when he's so deeply absorbed in studying. keyword: almost. jongin never really feels bad about having more time to spend with kyungsoo, if he were to be honest with himself.
"i'm bored," jongin pouts. "we've been here for three hours already, aren't you tired? put down your notes. take a break. um, look out of the window and rest your eyes. alternatively, you can talk to me or something." he know he sounds really desperate whining to be whining like this, but he’s really bored and tired of studying and he just really wants his kyungsoo-hyung to pay attention to him.
"you're really bored, aren't you?" kyungsoo chuckles fondly, reaching over to ruffle jongin's hair like he would to a puppy. "you could always sleep, or go to the cafeteria and buy some food. anyway, i want to stay for two more hours, at least till 8 p.m. so i can finish reading this set of notes." and with that, kyungsoo goes back to his notes, frowning in concentration as his eyes skim over the printed text.
jongin groans and bangs his head on the table. it's definitely going to be a long two hours of boredom.
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ii. something in the way you move | 746 words | jongin is a part-time model and kyungsoo is a photographer with wanderlust.
kyungsoo has always loved photography. there’s something in having the power to capture the world at will that excites him, runs through his veins and leaves marks that will never fade. something about the heady rush of clicking the “capture” button on his camera and documenting the comings and goings of life drew him in at age ten, and eight years later he’s never fallen out of love with it once. in fact, he thinks he might have grown to love it even more than he did when he first started (if that’s even possible), investing bits and pieces of his heart into his pictures.
he’s been all over the world (london, tokyo, new york, moscow), and right now he’s stumbling off a midnight flight back from new delhi, shadows in the dark coagulating and creating ominously dark tones he’d never thought he’d see in broad daylight. it’s 5am, the fledgling day caught halfway between night and sunrise. 5am is a paradox in itself, kyungsoo thinks, because the clock says it’s morning and yet the sky insists that it’s still dark out. shrugging, he picks up his backpack and heads back out into the early morning chill of autumn in seoul, wondering if he will be able to flag down any taxis at this obscure time of the day.
stepping out of the airport, kyungsoo sees the muted oranges of the streetlamps, the flaming reds and striking yellows of fallen leaves, the silver and greys of the few cars zipping by. as he looks around for a taxi, he realises that there’s a boy to his right, watching the scene in front of them as intently as he is.
“what are you doing out here, it’s like 5am.” first words are exchanged and they’re not particularly intelligent nor particularly riveting, but there’s something about this boy that intrigues kyungsoo. something in the boy’s eyes, an intelligence and understanding of the world too deep for a boy of his youth; something in the casual grace with which he leans against the wall of the entrance to the airport. something in the way he smiles at kyungsoo, corners of his full lips tilting up slightly, and kyungsoo realises that this boy is beautiful.
“i could say the same for you, you know.”
“i… i just got back from india, i caught a night flight back. i was there to shoot a few photos for my newest book.” kyungsoo’s not sure what exactly about this boy it is that makes him stutter like a schoolgirl with a crush or spill the going-ons of his life so easily, but he’s willing to exchange nervous palpitations and cold sweat just for a few more moments with this stranger.
the boy laughs then. “i’m jongin, and i model part-time. i’m out here because i can’t sleep, and this is my favourite place to come to when i have insomnia. i guess i just like seeing people come and go, because you never really know anything about them. where they’re going, what they’re doing, why they’re leaving.”
something in kyungsoo rattles and stirs because that’s what he’s always thought about airports, about flying, about travelling to places so farflung and foreign he’s not even sure he’d be able to tell what country he’s in if it weren’t for the numerous signs around. “i’m kyungsoo, and i’m a photographer. i guess you could say we complement each other, right?” he chuckles, and somehow jongin’s laughing along with him as well.
“yeah. i pose and smile, you take a few photos of me. win-win situation.”
just then kyungsoo spots a taxi and somehow, he’s inexplicably attracted to the idea of not flagging it down, sacrificing sleep and normality just to talk a while more with jongin. jongin notices his hesitation, though, and makes his choice for him, sticking out a hand to signal to the taxi driver.
“you should go home. catch up on some sleep. your eyebags are terrible, did you know?” he laughs softly, and kyungsoo feels the soft brush of knuckles under his eyes so fleeting he wonders if he’d all but imagined it.
“relax, kyungsoo. if we’re fated to meet again, we will.”
the next time kyungsoo sees jongin, they’re both in a studio, preparing for a photoshoot for some famous magazine. jongin poses in various outfits and smirks while kyungsoo captures everything on film, and all through the whole thing he thinks jongin’s the most beautiful thing in the room.
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iii. the city never sleeps at night | 357 words | jongin's from the city and kyungsoo's from the countryside
kim jongin is a city boy. because he’s grown up on the gritty concrete streets of seoul, he’s street-smart in a way that’s vastly different from his slipping grades; he can tell you where’re the cheapest food stalls with the best food, how to avoid shady characters lurking around in back alleys, where to shop and stay if you’re a tourist. kim jongin lives amongst high-rise apartments and flashy sports cars speeding by on grey roads, a very monochromatic lifestyle of sorts. everything is a routine - wake up, go to school or work, come home, sigh and sleep.
sometimes, jongin looks out of the window on his 38th floor apartment and wonders if there’s anything else out there, another life he’d be better suited to. somewhere where he’s free and unworried and able to throw all his troubles to the wind.
meanwhile, do kyungsoo is the exact opposite. kyungsoo is a country boy through and through, born and bred in one of the farmhouses in the countryside of korea. he’s grown up surrounded by apple trees and strawberries and maybe even the odd sheep or horse his father keeps around the place. kyungsoo is all about breathing in the fresh air and fresh produce and au naturel colours of the four seasons; for eighteen years he’s grown up seeing the lush green of spring, blazing orange of summer, blazing crimsons of autumn and the pure white of winter. and yet in the midst of all this beauty kyungsoo sometimes stops to wonder if there’s better, brighter futures to be had, whether the twinkling city lights hold anything besides empty promises and broken hearts.
(it’s strange to think that these two lives run parallel to each other, in the same country and same universe and yet they will never, ever intersect. perhaps one day, jongin will visit the farm on a holiday. perhaps one day, kyungsoo will run to the city in search of big dreams and better futures. but until then, they are naught but two boys whose lives run side by side, and perhaps this is the true meaning of so close yet so far.)
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iv. 笑着回答是秘密 | 297 words | jongin is kyungsoo’s guardian angel.
"can you please stop being so creepy," sehun deadpans as he watches jongin, his best friend of five years, peek over the underside of the cloud they're sitting on just so he can catch a glimpse of the wide-eyed human boy walking underneath.
"but he's so cute," jongin mumbles, cheeks dusted over with a light shade of pink as he continues to watch kyungsoo wander down the sidewalk. sehun thinks he can see hearts forming in jongin's eyes and he's pretty sure that that's the most disgusting thing he's ever seen, and he’s been alive for a really long time.
"watch out loverboy. you do know he has no idea you exist, right?"
jongin groans. "way to burst someone's bubble. look, just because you've got luhan up here with you-" sehun just smiles seraphically in answer and jongin wants to punch him, which is bad because these are very unangelic thoughts and he'd probably get unceremoniously kicked out of heaven if he ever dared vocalise them. sighing, he bites back his words and continues staring down and kyungsoo, at the small boy he's supposed to guide and protect through life. sehun's right, though; kyungsoo can never know jongin exists, because he's bound by millennia of protocol to never reveal themselves to humans.
"you never know, maybe after he dies he'll come up here and the two of you can hold your flamboyantly gay parties on pastel pink clouds with unicorns farting in the background." sehun's being a little shit again, but jongin can hear the honest sincerity in his voice and so just this once he persuades himself to not push sehun off any clouds.
ninety years later kyungsoo pops up in heaven and jongin can practically hear sehun’s smirk from beside him.
“shut up, oh sehun.”