the last day of the world
the last day of the world
alexander/kevin
1266 words
"Good morning," Kevin says, sounding so bright it grates on Alexander's nerves. "Why are you sleeping in when it's the last day of the world?"
the last day of the world
i've got a problem and i don't know what to do about it
even if i did i don't know if i would quit
but i doubt it, i'm taken by the thought of it
- because of you (ne-yo)
If today was the last day of the world, Alexander writes. What would you do?
Kevin calls. "What is wrong with you," he says, sounding like he's half-asleep. He should be, though, it's three in the morning. They don't have schedules the next day, but still.
"Nothing," Alexander says. "I was just being deep and all, you know."
Kevin's laughter floats through the phone. "You're not going on your emo mood again, are you?" He asks, but there's a trace of slight worry in his voice.
"It was just a question," Alexander says. "You're blowing it out of proportion."
"Now that's deep," Kevin says, and Alexander can just hear his smile brightening up his room. "By your standards. Anyway, it's not my fault you're text messaging me in the middle of the night asking strange philosophical questions."
"Yeah, but it's your fault for trying to read too much into it," Alexander retorts. "Now go to sleep, you idiot."
Kevin makes an annoyed noise. "You tell me to go to sleep after you wake me up?" He says. "Smart."
"Go to sleep," Alexander repeats.
"Okay, okay," Kevin says. A pause. "Just so you know?"
"Yeah?"
"I'd hang out with you," Kevin says. "Good night, Xander."
Alexander laughs out loud.
Alexander wakes up when his phone vibrates next to his face. "What," he says, grumpy.
"Good morning," Kevin says, sounding so bright it grates on Alexander's nerves. "Why are you sleeping in when it's the last day of the world?"
"Kevin," Alexander says. He checks the time on his phone - it's eleven in the morning. He'd planned on sleeping until the afternoon, at least.
"I'll meet you downstairs in an hour," Kevin says. "See you!"
Alexander just curls his hands around his pillow and goes back to sleep.
"I hate you," Kevin says into the shell of Alexander's ear. "Stop being a lazy brat, get up." He tugs at Alexander's pillow.
Alexander tugs back. "Go away," he mumbles.
Kevin swats at his shoulder. "I woke up at ten-thirty, okay. It's twelve-thirty now."
"None of my business," Alexander says.
Kevin huffs, sounding too close for comfort. "When did you turn into Dongho? Alex, why are you like this."
"Don't call me Alex," Alexander answers, almost automatically.
"If you don't get up right now, I'm calling you Alex for the rest of our lives."
"Your choice."
"Alexander Lee Eusebio."
Alexander cracks an eye open to see Kevin's face looming in front of him. "What," he says.
Kevin smiles. "Wake up," he sings, tugging Alexander to sit upright, surprisingly strong for his skinny frame. "We're going out."
"We'll get mobbed," Alexander grumbles. "Let's just stay in."
Kevin raises an eyebrow. "Why would we stay in on the last day of the world?" He asks, and if Alexander hasn't known Kevin for so long, he'd think Kevin sounded positively innocent.
"Is this revenge or something?" Alexander says. "Then I'm sorry for bothering you last night, forgive me, please let me get my beauty sleep."
"In some ways," Kevin agrees, his smile widening. "I'll forgive you if you go out with me."
"Now who's being the brat?" Alexander snaps, and Kevin just pulls him out of bed and dumps him on the floor.
"Why are you taking me out on a date?"
Kevin gives him a look. "Take it or leave it," he says.
Alexander laughs, then loops an arm through Kevin's. "I was just joking," he says. "I want to take you out on a date."
"Save your aegyo for the camera," Kevin says, but he's smiling anyway, his eyes all curved up like the crescent moon that was pressed outside Alexander's window last night.
Alexander uses his free hand to rummage around his bag. "Ta-da," he says, then slips the shades onto Kevin's nose. "You look pretty."
"If this is supposed to be my disguise, I think it's just going to attract more attention," Kevin remarks. He doesn't take it off, though, and Alexander grins, pulling out a beanie for himself.
They go for lunch, Alexander earning weird looks when he ends up tugging the beanie off and wearing the curly wig he's prepared, and Kevin just buries his face into his hands half the time and doubles up in laughter the other half. "You're ridiculous," Kevin gasps, clutching his stomach.
"You love me anyway," Alexander says, and Kevin doesn't disagree.
They take a selca outside of an ice cream shop, Alexander still wearing his wig although it's now lopsided, and Kevin grinning that easy smile he rarely shows on camera. Kevin says it's a masterpiece, and that he's going to title this A Mad Man and His Unfortunate Best Friend.
"Are you going to post this on twitter?" Alexander asks, adjusting his wig so that it sits nicely on his hair.
Kevin purses his lips for a moment in thoughtful consideration. "Maybe," he says. "But then again, better not, your fans would all disappear."
"You're just saying that," Alexander says, nudging Kevin in the side. "They love me for who I am."
"They do," Kevin says dryly. "Why is that, I have no idea."
Alexander pulls a face at him, and Kevin pulls one right back, and then they end up bursting into laughter at the same time. It's always this easy, being with Kevin.
They go to the noraebang ("just because," Alexander says, and Kevin doesn't argue because he secretly wants to go too) and have an amazing time jumping around shaking their tambourines, singing girl group songs at the top of their lungs and hogging the microphone since Soohyun isn't around.
Kevin sings Oh! three times and Alexander laughs at him when his voice cracks the third time, and Kevin forges on anyway because he is Kevin, amazing and special and so much more alive, so much more forgiving towards his own mistakes when he's not standing on stage in front of people watching his every move.
Maybe it's because it's Alexander who is with him, because it's Alexander who always holds his hand when he cries and tells him everything will be okay and presses his smile back onto his face with the pads of his fingers. Before Alexander it's always been Kibum, all the way back from their XING days, but then one day Kibum had caught Alexander's hand and told him Kevin is yours now promise me you'll take good care of him, and Alexander nodded before the Korean words managed to process in his mind.
"What do you mean," Alexander had said, fumbling for words, but Kibum just shrugged and smiled all mysteriously, making vague gestures with his hands.
Kibum's right, though. Kevin is all his to take care of now. It's now Alexander's responsibility to call Kevin when they get home after their schedules and ask if he's gotten home safely, if he's tired, good night sweet dreams don't let the bed bugs bite, Alexander's responsibility to go along with Kevin's random whims, Alexander's responsibility to try and tell whenever Kevin is feeling down or sad or all sorts of wrong.
You are my responsibility, Alexander thinks, and curls an arm around Kevin, who glances at him as he sings (even when you don't tell me, you're already mine), his smile quite possibly the brightest thing in the world.
"It's getting late," Kevin says.
"When have you ever cared about that," Alexander points out as the streets of night-time Seoul come alive, the neon signs flickering to life around them like fireflies.
"True," says Kevin, and laughs.
Thank you for hanging out with me on the last day of the world ^^, Kevin sends.
See you tomorrow on the first day of the new world, Alexander answers, and smiles.
alexander/kevin
1266 words
"Good morning," Kevin says, sounding so bright it grates on Alexander's nerves. "Why are you sleeping in when it's the last day of the world?"
the last day of the world
i've got a problem and i don't know what to do about it
even if i did i don't know if i would quit
but i doubt it, i'm taken by the thought of it
- because of you (ne-yo)
If today was the last day of the world, Alexander writes. What would you do?
Kevin calls. "What is wrong with you," he says, sounding like he's half-asleep. He should be, though, it's three in the morning. They don't have schedules the next day, but still.
"Nothing," Alexander says. "I was just being deep and all, you know."
Kevin's laughter floats through the phone. "You're not going on your emo mood again, are you?" He asks, but there's a trace of slight worry in his voice.
"It was just a question," Alexander says. "You're blowing it out of proportion."
"Now that's deep," Kevin says, and Alexander can just hear his smile brightening up his room. "By your standards. Anyway, it's not my fault you're text messaging me in the middle of the night asking strange philosophical questions."
"Yeah, but it's your fault for trying to read too much into it," Alexander retorts. "Now go to sleep, you idiot."
Kevin makes an annoyed noise. "You tell me to go to sleep after you wake me up?" He says. "Smart."
"Go to sleep," Alexander repeats.
"Okay, okay," Kevin says. A pause. "Just so you know?"
"Yeah?"
"I'd hang out with you," Kevin says. "Good night, Xander."
Alexander laughs out loud.
Alexander wakes up when his phone vibrates next to his face. "What," he says, grumpy.
"Good morning," Kevin says, sounding so bright it grates on Alexander's nerves. "Why are you sleeping in when it's the last day of the world?"
"Kevin," Alexander says. He checks the time on his phone - it's eleven in the morning. He'd planned on sleeping until the afternoon, at least.
"I'll meet you downstairs in an hour," Kevin says. "See you!"
Alexander just curls his hands around his pillow and goes back to sleep.
"I hate you," Kevin says into the shell of Alexander's ear. "Stop being a lazy brat, get up." He tugs at Alexander's pillow.
Alexander tugs back. "Go away," he mumbles.
Kevin swats at his shoulder. "I woke up at ten-thirty, okay. It's twelve-thirty now."
"None of my business," Alexander says.
Kevin huffs, sounding too close for comfort. "When did you turn into Dongho? Alex, why are you like this."
"Don't call me Alex," Alexander answers, almost automatically.
"If you don't get up right now, I'm calling you Alex for the rest of our lives."
"Your choice."
"Alexander Lee Eusebio."
Alexander cracks an eye open to see Kevin's face looming in front of him. "What," he says.
Kevin smiles. "Wake up," he sings, tugging Alexander to sit upright, surprisingly strong for his skinny frame. "We're going out."
"We'll get mobbed," Alexander grumbles. "Let's just stay in."
Kevin raises an eyebrow. "Why would we stay in on the last day of the world?" He asks, and if Alexander hasn't known Kevin for so long, he'd think Kevin sounded positively innocent.
"Is this revenge or something?" Alexander says. "Then I'm sorry for bothering you last night, forgive me, please let me get my beauty sleep."
"In some ways," Kevin agrees, his smile widening. "I'll forgive you if you go out with me."
"Now who's being the brat?" Alexander snaps, and Kevin just pulls him out of bed and dumps him on the floor.
"Why are you taking me out on a date?"
Kevin gives him a look. "Take it or leave it," he says.
Alexander laughs, then loops an arm through Kevin's. "I was just joking," he says. "I want to take you out on a date."
"Save your aegyo for the camera," Kevin says, but he's smiling anyway, his eyes all curved up like the crescent moon that was pressed outside Alexander's window last night.
Alexander uses his free hand to rummage around his bag. "Ta-da," he says, then slips the shades onto Kevin's nose. "You look pretty."
"If this is supposed to be my disguise, I think it's just going to attract more attention," Kevin remarks. He doesn't take it off, though, and Alexander grins, pulling out a beanie for himself.
They go for lunch, Alexander earning weird looks when he ends up tugging the beanie off and wearing the curly wig he's prepared, and Kevin just buries his face into his hands half the time and doubles up in laughter the other half. "You're ridiculous," Kevin gasps, clutching his stomach.
"You love me anyway," Alexander says, and Kevin doesn't disagree.
They take a selca outside of an ice cream shop, Alexander still wearing his wig although it's now lopsided, and Kevin grinning that easy smile he rarely shows on camera. Kevin says it's a masterpiece, and that he's going to title this A Mad Man and His Unfortunate Best Friend.
"Are you going to post this on twitter?" Alexander asks, adjusting his wig so that it sits nicely on his hair.
Kevin purses his lips for a moment in thoughtful consideration. "Maybe," he says. "But then again, better not, your fans would all disappear."
"You're just saying that," Alexander says, nudging Kevin in the side. "They love me for who I am."
"They do," Kevin says dryly. "Why is that, I have no idea."
Alexander pulls a face at him, and Kevin pulls one right back, and then they end up bursting into laughter at the same time. It's always this easy, being with Kevin.
They go to the noraebang ("just because," Alexander says, and Kevin doesn't argue because he secretly wants to go too) and have an amazing time jumping around shaking their tambourines, singing girl group songs at the top of their lungs and hogging the microphone since Soohyun isn't around.
Kevin sings Oh! three times and Alexander laughs at him when his voice cracks the third time, and Kevin forges on anyway because he is Kevin, amazing and special and so much more alive, so much more forgiving towards his own mistakes when he's not standing on stage in front of people watching his every move.
Maybe it's because it's Alexander who is with him, because it's Alexander who always holds his hand when he cries and tells him everything will be okay and presses his smile back onto his face with the pads of his fingers. Before Alexander it's always been Kibum, all the way back from their XING days, but then one day Kibum had caught Alexander's hand and told him Kevin is yours now promise me you'll take good care of him, and Alexander nodded before the Korean words managed to process in his mind.
"What do you mean," Alexander had said, fumbling for words, but Kibum just shrugged and smiled all mysteriously, making vague gestures with his hands.
Kibum's right, though. Kevin is all his to take care of now. It's now Alexander's responsibility to call Kevin when they get home after their schedules and ask if he's gotten home safely, if he's tired, good night sweet dreams don't let the bed bugs bite, Alexander's responsibility to go along with Kevin's random whims, Alexander's responsibility to try and tell whenever Kevin is feeling down or sad or all sorts of wrong.
You are my responsibility, Alexander thinks, and curls an arm around Kevin, who glances at him as he sings (even when you don't tell me, you're already mine), his smile quite possibly the brightest thing in the world.
"It's getting late," Kevin says.
"When have you ever cared about that," Alexander points out as the streets of night-time Seoul come alive, the neon signs flickering to life around them like fireflies.
"True," says Kevin, and laughs.
Thank you for hanging out with me on the last day of the world ^^, Kevin sends.
See you tomorrow on the first day of the new world, Alexander answers, and smiles.