xiusoo drabble dump.
sugar daddy.
kyungsoo/xiumin - pg-15 - fluff - 309 words
“I’m not your sugar daddy, Kyungsoo.”
“I’m not your sugar daddy, Kyungsoo,” repeats Minseok for the fourth time.
“Come on! You pay me lots of money to do something you like, and it isn’t exactly laborious to lie down with you and cuddle for an hour. You’re totally a sugar daddy,” Kyungsoo retorts. Minseok only pulls him closer and tries to stop him from breathing by hugging him too tightly. Kyungsoo tightens his grip on the back of Minseok’s shirt and smiles against his neck, inhaling his usual clean smell.
“We could always do more than just cuddling, though.” Kyungsoo pulls away from him. “I just don’t want to force anything on you if you don’t want it.”
Kyungsoo slowly rolls on top of him. “But I want it.”
“Oh really?” Minseok leans up to kiss him, finally getting a taste of those soft lips after a month of rolling around and hugging with him without getting anything more than that. Kyungsoo is a passionate kisser, always pushing and pulling and asking for more from Minseok while the older male feels as if he’s giving his all.
They’re usually quiet, but even with just kissing, Kyungsoo makes small sounds at the back of his throat, urging Minseok to pin him down to the mattress. Kyungsoo isn’t distracted by the change of position, pulling Minseok down and locking his ankles together at his lower back. He rolls up and they both moan, surprised by the sudden friction.
“Hey,” Minseok breathes out. “Slowly. Go slowly. We have time.”
Kyungsoo giggles. “We also have a lot of time to make up for. I’ve spent this entire month hoping that you’d notice how much I’ve wanted to kiss you, and now that I’m getting it, we really can’t waste any more time.”
The older male laughs, pecking Kyungsoo’s lips. “You’re so eager.”
“Of course I am,” Kyungsoo smirks, “daddy.”
don’t rush.
kyungsoo/xiumin - g - fluff - 810 words
“Don’t you believe in fate?”
It’s Cute Cheeks again. Kyungsoo smiles at him politely, taking the bouquet of flowers and placing it on the front desk. “I’ll make sure she gets it this time,” he says. The stranger nods, always silent. Always hoping that this girl he’s been pining after for months will finally get his flowers.
Chanyeol walks out from the office into the main lobby right after he leaves. He sighs at the sight of another bouquet on their desk. “He’s still buying those flowers for her? He does know that she’ll never get it until we know exactly who he’s looking for, right?”
Kyungsoo rolls his eyes. “Come on, Chanyeol. Don’t you believe in fate? That one day, this girl of his will see the flowers and instantly know that it’s for her, that he’s waiting for her to see them?”
“I thought you were the smart one between the two of us,” mumbles Chanyeol. He picks up the flowers. “He’s been dropping off a bouquet every Saturday for the past eight months. That’s probably a lot of wasted time and a whole lot of wasted money.”
He pulls out the card within the bunch of flowers. “Have you ever read what’s on the card?”
Kyungsoo shakes his head. “Never. I want to respect his message to the girl, whoever she may be.”
Chanyeol waves it in front of his face. “Aren’t you even the slightest bit curious on what’s inside? It’s been eight months; I’m sure he has a lot to say or not a lot left anymore.”
“It’s wrong, Chanyeol. It’s probably only meant for her eyes.” With that, he plucks the tiny envelope out of his large hands. “I’m keeping this away from snoops like you.”
It’s Chanyeol’s turn to roll his eyes. “Whatever. You have a weird sense of morality.” He checks his watch. “I should buy some groceries. I’ll be back soon.”
“I’ll be here. As usual.” Kyungsoo sighs.
After a few minutes of complete stillness, he finds himself staring at the small envelope. He’s been seeing that guy for eight months now, but he’s never learned his name or anything about him. Kyungsoo’s inherited this apartment building from his grandfather, and never in his four years of ownership has he ever seen someone as persistent as Cute Cheeks.
The envelope is staring at him. It’s taunting him, tempting him to peek inside for just a second. It’s not sealed, nor is there any name written outside. It’s small, so there can’t be a lot written on it, right? It wouldn’t be too bad if he took a little peek, right?
The card is in hands. He’s shaking while he turns it over, as if he’s uncovering a dark secret that’s been hidden from him.
“Hello, I know you might not see this, but I like you.” That part is typewritten, as if Cute Cheeks got so tired of writing it so he just printed it to make his life easier.
“I hope you have a good week ahead of you. I’ve passed by once or twice and you look tired. Get some rest! I like seeing you when you smile :)
--Minseok”
The other parts are handwritten, and Kyungsoo finds himself smiling brightly before he could even control himself. This Minseok guy has been buying flowers and writing cards and staying in anonymity for so long. Every time Kyungsoo says “I’ll make sure she gets it this time,” it turns out that it’s always reached its destination. This is ridiculously adorable.
“You snoop,” Chanyeol hisses. “Hypocritical snoop.”
Kyungsoo drops the card and tries to apologize to Chanyeol, but the taller male walks inside their office before he could even get a word out.
It doesn’t matter. What matters right now is paying Minseok back for the eight months or more that he’s been waiting for Kyungsoo to notice him.
Minseok’s here. And he has another bunch of flowers in his hands.
“I’ll make sure she gets it this time,” Kyungsoo says sweetly. But before the other male could leave, Kyungsoo grabs his wrist.
“H-hi,” stutters Kyungsoo. “You know, you’ve been going here and giving these flowers for so long. I-I just wanted to know if you wanted to go out for lunch, my treat.”
“Wh-why?” Minseok asks, a little breathless as well.
“I just want to pay you back for the free decoration for the past eight months.” Kyungsoo blushes and looks down. “And I like seeing you smile too.”
The grin on Minseok’s face is blinding. He pulls Kyungsoo out from behind the front desk and holds his hand properly. “It took you so long to read that card.”
“I regret not opening it as soon as I saw your face pass through those doors so long ago.” Kyungsoo smiles and lets Minseok pinch his cheeks.
“Cute,” Minseok comments.
“Cuter,” Kyungsoo replies.
goodbye, goodbye.
kyungsoo/xiumin - g - angst - 510 words
He’s drunk and he’s upset and he wants Minseok more than any shot glass of alcohol that Baekhyun tries to offer him.
Kyungsoo’s drunk. He’s drunk and he’s upset and he wants Minseok more than any shot glass of alcohol that Baekhyun tries to offer him. He runs to the bathroom of the club that they’re in, blindly dialing Minseok’s number. He knows it by heart now, and he doesn’t need speed dial or any shortcut to memorize the digits that will lead him to Minseok’s voice again.
“Hello?” His sleepy voice has always been the cutest thing ever. Kyungsoo loved to greet him in the morning just to hear the low rumbling of his voice through his chest, to feel Minseok’s warm hands trace small patterns on Kyungsoo’s pale skin. Even as Kyungsoo leans against the dirty sink of a dingy club’s bathroom, he still thinks of Minseok.
“Minseok!” Kyungsoo slurs. “I-I’m so happy you picked up.”
“Kyungsoo? Kyungsoo, you’re drunk.” He can only laugh at Minseok’s stern voice. It’s funny how he can shift so quickly from the guy that Kyungsoo’s in love with to the guy who broke his heart.
“I missed you. I also hate you because you, you, just left me.” Kyungsoo slides down until he’s sitting on the dirty floor, staring at the ceiling. He can hear Minseok breathing on the other side of the phone, the sound distinct in his mind even through the muffled pounding of the bass outside the room he’s in.
“Do you want me to apologize?”
“I want you to come back.”
Silence. “I can’t do that, Kyungsoo.”
Anger. “Why not? What happened to ‘I love you, Kyungsoo’? What happened to all those nights when you and I talked and talked and talked about our future and things like that? What happened to the entire year that you and I were happy together?”
Hesitation. “Kyungsoo, you’ll be better off without me.”
Frustration. “But I’m not! Right now, I’m in a dirty club, getting drunk with Baekhyun and Jongdae because I can’t get you out of my mind. Right now, I’m more miserable than I’ve ever been, and I don’t know if I should blame you or beg for you to come back.”
Regret. “I’m sorry.”
Kyungsoo feels the first tear slipping from his eyes. “I hate you.”
He doesn’t mean it. He knows that he loves Minseok, a lot more than anyone else in the world. But right now, he does hate Minseok. He does hate how his soft voice still has an effect on Kyungsoo, numbing his mind to the pain in his heart. He does hate how much he wants Minseok to randomly appear and hug him, to make everything feel better. He does hate how much he misses Minseok, and maybe he needs to tell him all of that before he can learn to move on.
“I’m sorry.”
Minseok hangs up. The phone is heavy in Kyungsoo’s hands, but it’s weightless when he flings it towards the wall. The cracking sound of plastic is enough to break a dam inside Kyungsoo, the one that’s keeping him all together.
It hurts, really. It hurts to know that it’s over.
take me as i am or not.
kyungsoo/xiumin - g - fluff(????) - 525 words
Kyungsoo is a bright gem, ready to shine and show the world how brilliant he truly is.
Minseok drops the last box on top of another, carefully checking if the box below is the one with all of their plates and silverware. Kyungsoo is on the couch, staring at their wooden floor. It’s weird how things are theirs now. It’s not Minseok’s or Kyungsoo’s, and it feels new even if they’ve been living together for the past three years.
“Kyungsoo,” he calls out. The spark in Kyungsoo’s eyes is all gone, replaced by the dullness of normality that they’ve chosen over the excitement of the city they used to live in. “Kyungsoo,” Minseok repeats.
“Yes?” Minseok feels infinitely guilty that he’s talked Kyungsoo into moving out of Seoul, into a quiet suburb in a small city where crime and murder isn’t common and they wouldn’t be tempted to involve themselves in other people’s lives. The past few years have been terrifying for the two of them; death threats and case files and a hundred people setting up appointments so that Kyungsoo and Minseok can solve their little mysteries.
Kyungsoo is a bright gem, ready to shine and show the world how brilliant he truly is. Minseok is just there, holding him up, keeping him steady.
He can’t risk losing Kyungsoo, and so he told him that he wanted to move out of the city. He didn’t want the life of thrilling mysteries and the stench of death clinging onto them. Minseok said he would leave, with or without Kyungsoo, and only then did he find out that Kyungsoo couldn’t risk losing him too.
Now he regrets forcing the younger male to make a decision. Kyungsoo looks like he’s dying, and it’s only been a few hours. Minseok sits down beside him, taking his hand in his.
“Kyungsoo,” he murmurs. The doe-eyed male looks up at him and presses a kiss to his jaw. Kyungsoo hugs him from the side, and Minseok can feel him trying to smile against his neck.
“We can do this, right?” The question is quiet and uncertain and whole lot hesitant, but Minseok knows that this is enough emotion from Kyungsoo. He knows that this is hard for Kyungsoo, much harder than anything else.
“We can do this,” assures Minseok. He pulls back and leans forward to kiss Kyungsoo fully on the lips. As they slide into their usual patterns, the symphony of sighs and moans and the beating of their hearts, Minseok realizes how much he wants this to work out. Kyungsoo is the gem that should be showed off to the world, but he wants even just a little piece all for himself.
Minseok regrets picking up the newspaper that morning. He sees the revival in Kyungsoo’s eyes, the excitement flowing in his veins when he sees the word “murder” in the headlines.
This is what Kyungsoo lives for.
And Minseok can’t stop him
Minseok grabs his car keys and throws a coat at Kyungsoo. The younger male stares at him oddly, head tilted slightly. The older male rolls his eyes. “Are we going to the police station or not?”
The grin on Kyungsoo’s face isn’t worth all the trouble they’re going to go through again, but Kyungsoo is.
enjoy the ride.
kyungsoo/xiumin - g - fluff - 437 words
“You’re warm. And nice to hug.”
“Are you okay?” Minseok asks. Kyungsoo doesn’t usually go to the campus looking like a wreck, but here he is at five-thirty in the morning, sitting in a noisy bus, headed towards a faraway province for a sudden outreach program.
Kyungsoo nods, albeit a little slow at his response. “I don’t really deserve to get some rest right now. Look at Joonmyun.” He points at the older male. “He’s been up all night making last-minute arrangements for this trip and he looks like he’s more alive than ever.”
“He’s running on six cups of coffee right now, you know.” When Minseok tells him that, Kyungsoo suddenly notices the shaking of his hands, the way his eyes flit around everything as if he’s afraid that it’s going to explode. He’s going to go crazy eventually.
“It’s a four-hour ride; you should get some sleep.” Kyungsoo pulls out a jacket from his bag and drapes it over the two of them. “I’ll wake you up when we’re there.”
“No, wake me up on our first stop. I want to help Joonmyun out,” Kyungsoo pleads. The older male nods and lets Kyungsoo lean on his shoulder.
Loud laughter distracts Minseok from stroking Kyungsoo’s arm gently. He looks back and sees Baekhyun and Chanyeol making a mess, as per usual. “I can see why Joonmyun put them at the back. They’re walking nightmares.”
Kyungsoo only hums, throwing an arm over Minseok’s torso and pulling him closer. “You’re warm,” he mumbles.
Minseok can only chuckle, sinking into Kyungsoo’s touch. “It’s probably just the jacket.”
“No, it’s you. You’re warm. And nice to hug.” Kyungsoo smiles at the feeling of Minseok burying his nose into his dark hair. “Let’s stay like this.”
Again, he hears Minseok’s soft laughter. “Alright.”
“Kyungsoo, wake up. We’re here.”
He’s jolted awake by cold hands on his arm. It’s Minseok, and the warmth of his smile instantly melts the irritation inside Kyungsoo.
“You said you would wake me up at our first stop.” Kyungsoo pouts. Surprisingly, Minseok messes up his hair and kisses his forehead as an apology.
“Sorry. You looked so peaceful while you were asleep. I really didn’t want to ruin that,” he explains.
It’s always like this: they have a moment of silence, they smile at each other, and then they walk away. But Kyungsoo is feeling brave today, so he pulls Minseok down and kisses his cheek. The blush on Minseok’s face is enough to make it all feel worth it.
“Thanks. I appreciate it.”
Kyungsoo stands up and grabs his bag. “Let’s go.”
Minseok slides his arm around Kyungsoo’s waist, grinning brightly. “Alright.”
a/n: #xiusoo2k14
also going to lock this in 3 days
kyungsoo/xiumin - pg-15 - fluff - 309 words
“I’m not your sugar daddy, Kyungsoo.”
“I’m not your sugar daddy, Kyungsoo,” repeats Minseok for the fourth time.
“Come on! You pay me lots of money to do something you like, and it isn’t exactly laborious to lie down with you and cuddle for an hour. You’re totally a sugar daddy,” Kyungsoo retorts. Minseok only pulls him closer and tries to stop him from breathing by hugging him too tightly. Kyungsoo tightens his grip on the back of Minseok’s shirt and smiles against his neck, inhaling his usual clean smell.
“We could always do more than just cuddling, though.” Kyungsoo pulls away from him. “I just don’t want to force anything on you if you don’t want it.”
Kyungsoo slowly rolls on top of him. “But I want it.”
“Oh really?” Minseok leans up to kiss him, finally getting a taste of those soft lips after a month of rolling around and hugging with him without getting anything more than that. Kyungsoo is a passionate kisser, always pushing and pulling and asking for more from Minseok while the older male feels as if he’s giving his all.
They’re usually quiet, but even with just kissing, Kyungsoo makes small sounds at the back of his throat, urging Minseok to pin him down to the mattress. Kyungsoo isn’t distracted by the change of position, pulling Minseok down and locking his ankles together at his lower back. He rolls up and they both moan, surprised by the sudden friction.
“Hey,” Minseok breathes out. “Slowly. Go slowly. We have time.”
Kyungsoo giggles. “We also have a lot of time to make up for. I’ve spent this entire month hoping that you’d notice how much I’ve wanted to kiss you, and now that I’m getting it, we really can’t waste any more time.”
The older male laughs, pecking Kyungsoo’s lips. “You’re so eager.”
“Of course I am,” Kyungsoo smirks, “daddy.”
don’t rush.
kyungsoo/xiumin - g - fluff - 810 words
“Don’t you believe in fate?”
It’s Cute Cheeks again. Kyungsoo smiles at him politely, taking the bouquet of flowers and placing it on the front desk. “I’ll make sure she gets it this time,” he says. The stranger nods, always silent. Always hoping that this girl he’s been pining after for months will finally get his flowers.
Chanyeol walks out from the office into the main lobby right after he leaves. He sighs at the sight of another bouquet on their desk. “He’s still buying those flowers for her? He does know that she’ll never get it until we know exactly who he’s looking for, right?”
Kyungsoo rolls his eyes. “Come on, Chanyeol. Don’t you believe in fate? That one day, this girl of his will see the flowers and instantly know that it’s for her, that he’s waiting for her to see them?”
“I thought you were the smart one between the two of us,” mumbles Chanyeol. He picks up the flowers. “He’s been dropping off a bouquet every Saturday for the past eight months. That’s probably a lot of wasted time and a whole lot of wasted money.”
He pulls out the card within the bunch of flowers. “Have you ever read what’s on the card?”
Kyungsoo shakes his head. “Never. I want to respect his message to the girl, whoever she may be.”
Chanyeol waves it in front of his face. “Aren’t you even the slightest bit curious on what’s inside? It’s been eight months; I’m sure he has a lot to say or not a lot left anymore.”
“It’s wrong, Chanyeol. It’s probably only meant for her eyes.” With that, he plucks the tiny envelope out of his large hands. “I’m keeping this away from snoops like you.”
It’s Chanyeol’s turn to roll his eyes. “Whatever. You have a weird sense of morality.” He checks his watch. “I should buy some groceries. I’ll be back soon.”
“I’ll be here. As usual.” Kyungsoo sighs.
After a few minutes of complete stillness, he finds himself staring at the small envelope. He’s been seeing that guy for eight months now, but he’s never learned his name or anything about him. Kyungsoo’s inherited this apartment building from his grandfather, and never in his four years of ownership has he ever seen someone as persistent as Cute Cheeks.
The envelope is staring at him. It’s taunting him, tempting him to peek inside for just a second. It’s not sealed, nor is there any name written outside. It’s small, so there can’t be a lot written on it, right? It wouldn’t be too bad if he took a little peek, right?
The card is in hands. He’s shaking while he turns it over, as if he’s uncovering a dark secret that’s been hidden from him.
“Hello, I know you might not see this, but I like you.” That part is typewritten, as if Cute Cheeks got so tired of writing it so he just printed it to make his life easier.
“I hope you have a good week ahead of you. I’ve passed by once or twice and you look tired. Get some rest! I like seeing you when you smile :)
--Minseok”
The other parts are handwritten, and Kyungsoo finds himself smiling brightly before he could even control himself. This Minseok guy has been buying flowers and writing cards and staying in anonymity for so long. Every time Kyungsoo says “I’ll make sure she gets it this time,” it turns out that it’s always reached its destination. This is ridiculously adorable.
“You snoop,” Chanyeol hisses. “Hypocritical snoop.”
Kyungsoo drops the card and tries to apologize to Chanyeol, but the taller male walks inside their office before he could even get a word out.
It doesn’t matter. What matters right now is paying Minseok back for the eight months or more that he’s been waiting for Kyungsoo to notice him.
Minseok’s here. And he has another bunch of flowers in his hands.
“I’ll make sure she gets it this time,” Kyungsoo says sweetly. But before the other male could leave, Kyungsoo grabs his wrist.
“H-hi,” stutters Kyungsoo. “You know, you’ve been going here and giving these flowers for so long. I-I just wanted to know if you wanted to go out for lunch, my treat.”
“Wh-why?” Minseok asks, a little breathless as well.
“I just want to pay you back for the free decoration for the past eight months.” Kyungsoo blushes and looks down. “And I like seeing you smile too.”
The grin on Minseok’s face is blinding. He pulls Kyungsoo out from behind the front desk and holds his hand properly. “It took you so long to read that card.”
“I regret not opening it as soon as I saw your face pass through those doors so long ago.” Kyungsoo smiles and lets Minseok pinch his cheeks.
“Cute,” Minseok comments.
“Cuter,” Kyungsoo replies.
goodbye, goodbye.
kyungsoo/xiumin - g - angst - 510 words
He’s drunk and he’s upset and he wants Minseok more than any shot glass of alcohol that Baekhyun tries to offer him.
Kyungsoo’s drunk. He’s drunk and he’s upset and he wants Minseok more than any shot glass of alcohol that Baekhyun tries to offer him. He runs to the bathroom of the club that they’re in, blindly dialing Minseok’s number. He knows it by heart now, and he doesn’t need speed dial or any shortcut to memorize the digits that will lead him to Minseok’s voice again.
“Hello?” His sleepy voice has always been the cutest thing ever. Kyungsoo loved to greet him in the morning just to hear the low rumbling of his voice through his chest, to feel Minseok’s warm hands trace small patterns on Kyungsoo’s pale skin. Even as Kyungsoo leans against the dirty sink of a dingy club’s bathroom, he still thinks of Minseok.
“Minseok!” Kyungsoo slurs. “I-I’m so happy you picked up.”
“Kyungsoo? Kyungsoo, you’re drunk.” He can only laugh at Minseok’s stern voice. It’s funny how he can shift so quickly from the guy that Kyungsoo’s in love with to the guy who broke his heart.
“I missed you. I also hate you because you, you, just left me.” Kyungsoo slides down until he’s sitting on the dirty floor, staring at the ceiling. He can hear Minseok breathing on the other side of the phone, the sound distinct in his mind even through the muffled pounding of the bass outside the room he’s in.
“Do you want me to apologize?”
“I want you to come back.”
Silence. “I can’t do that, Kyungsoo.”
Anger. “Why not? What happened to ‘I love you, Kyungsoo’? What happened to all those nights when you and I talked and talked and talked about our future and things like that? What happened to the entire year that you and I were happy together?”
Hesitation. “Kyungsoo, you’ll be better off without me.”
Frustration. “But I’m not! Right now, I’m in a dirty club, getting drunk with Baekhyun and Jongdae because I can’t get you out of my mind. Right now, I’m more miserable than I’ve ever been, and I don’t know if I should blame you or beg for you to come back.”
Regret. “I’m sorry.”
Kyungsoo feels the first tear slipping from his eyes. “I hate you.”
He doesn’t mean it. He knows that he loves Minseok, a lot more than anyone else in the world. But right now, he does hate Minseok. He does hate how his soft voice still has an effect on Kyungsoo, numbing his mind to the pain in his heart. He does hate how much he wants Minseok to randomly appear and hug him, to make everything feel better. He does hate how much he misses Minseok, and maybe he needs to tell him all of that before he can learn to move on.
“I’m sorry.”
Minseok hangs up. The phone is heavy in Kyungsoo’s hands, but it’s weightless when he flings it towards the wall. The cracking sound of plastic is enough to break a dam inside Kyungsoo, the one that’s keeping him all together.
It hurts, really. It hurts to know that it’s over.
take me as i am or not.
kyungsoo/xiumin - g - fluff(????) - 525 words
Kyungsoo is a bright gem, ready to shine and show the world how brilliant he truly is.
Minseok drops the last box on top of another, carefully checking if the box below is the one with all of their plates and silverware. Kyungsoo is on the couch, staring at their wooden floor. It’s weird how things are theirs now. It’s not Minseok’s or Kyungsoo’s, and it feels new even if they’ve been living together for the past three years.
“Kyungsoo,” he calls out. The spark in Kyungsoo’s eyes is all gone, replaced by the dullness of normality that they’ve chosen over the excitement of the city they used to live in. “Kyungsoo,” Minseok repeats.
“Yes?” Minseok feels infinitely guilty that he’s talked Kyungsoo into moving out of Seoul, into a quiet suburb in a small city where crime and murder isn’t common and they wouldn’t be tempted to involve themselves in other people’s lives. The past few years have been terrifying for the two of them; death threats and case files and a hundred people setting up appointments so that Kyungsoo and Minseok can solve their little mysteries.
Kyungsoo is a bright gem, ready to shine and show the world how brilliant he truly is. Minseok is just there, holding him up, keeping him steady.
He can’t risk losing Kyungsoo, and so he told him that he wanted to move out of the city. He didn’t want the life of thrilling mysteries and the stench of death clinging onto them. Minseok said he would leave, with or without Kyungsoo, and only then did he find out that Kyungsoo couldn’t risk losing him too.
Now he regrets forcing the younger male to make a decision. Kyungsoo looks like he’s dying, and it’s only been a few hours. Minseok sits down beside him, taking his hand in his.
“Kyungsoo,” he murmurs. The doe-eyed male looks up at him and presses a kiss to his jaw. Kyungsoo hugs him from the side, and Minseok can feel him trying to smile against his neck.
“We can do this, right?” The question is quiet and uncertain and whole lot hesitant, but Minseok knows that this is enough emotion from Kyungsoo. He knows that this is hard for Kyungsoo, much harder than anything else.
“We can do this,” assures Minseok. He pulls back and leans forward to kiss Kyungsoo fully on the lips. As they slide into their usual patterns, the symphony of sighs and moans and the beating of their hearts, Minseok realizes how much he wants this to work out. Kyungsoo is the gem that should be showed off to the world, but he wants even just a little piece all for himself.
Minseok regrets picking up the newspaper that morning. He sees the revival in Kyungsoo’s eyes, the excitement flowing in his veins when he sees the word “murder” in the headlines.
This is what Kyungsoo lives for.
And Minseok can’t stop him
Minseok grabs his car keys and throws a coat at Kyungsoo. The younger male stares at him oddly, head tilted slightly. The older male rolls his eyes. “Are we going to the police station or not?”
The grin on Kyungsoo’s face isn’t worth all the trouble they’re going to go through again, but Kyungsoo is.
enjoy the ride.
kyungsoo/xiumin - g - fluff - 437 words
“You’re warm. And nice to hug.”
“Are you okay?” Minseok asks. Kyungsoo doesn’t usually go to the campus looking like a wreck, but here he is at five-thirty in the morning, sitting in a noisy bus, headed towards a faraway province for a sudden outreach program.
Kyungsoo nods, albeit a little slow at his response. “I don’t really deserve to get some rest right now. Look at Joonmyun.” He points at the older male. “He’s been up all night making last-minute arrangements for this trip and he looks like he’s more alive than ever.”
“He’s running on six cups of coffee right now, you know.” When Minseok tells him that, Kyungsoo suddenly notices the shaking of his hands, the way his eyes flit around everything as if he’s afraid that it’s going to explode. He’s going to go crazy eventually.
“It’s a four-hour ride; you should get some sleep.” Kyungsoo pulls out a jacket from his bag and drapes it over the two of them. “I’ll wake you up when we’re there.”
“No, wake me up on our first stop. I want to help Joonmyun out,” Kyungsoo pleads. The older male nods and lets Kyungsoo lean on his shoulder.
Loud laughter distracts Minseok from stroking Kyungsoo’s arm gently. He looks back and sees Baekhyun and Chanyeol making a mess, as per usual. “I can see why Joonmyun put them at the back. They’re walking nightmares.”
Kyungsoo only hums, throwing an arm over Minseok’s torso and pulling him closer. “You’re warm,” he mumbles.
Minseok can only chuckle, sinking into Kyungsoo’s touch. “It’s probably just the jacket.”
“No, it’s you. You’re warm. And nice to hug.” Kyungsoo smiles at the feeling of Minseok burying his nose into his dark hair. “Let’s stay like this.”
Again, he hears Minseok’s soft laughter. “Alright.”
“Kyungsoo, wake up. We’re here.”
He’s jolted awake by cold hands on his arm. It’s Minseok, and the warmth of his smile instantly melts the irritation inside Kyungsoo.
“You said you would wake me up at our first stop.” Kyungsoo pouts. Surprisingly, Minseok messes up his hair and kisses his forehead as an apology.
“Sorry. You looked so peaceful while you were asleep. I really didn’t want to ruin that,” he explains.
It’s always like this: they have a moment of silence, they smile at each other, and then they walk away. But Kyungsoo is feeling brave today, so he pulls Minseok down and kisses his cheek. The blush on Minseok’s face is enough to make it all feel worth it.
“Thanks. I appreciate it.”
Kyungsoo stands up and grabs his bag. “Let’s go.”
Minseok slides his arm around Kyungsoo’s waist, grinning brightly. “Alright.”
a/n: #xiusoo2k14
also going to lock this in 3 days