Playing Into Love [Sequel to Playing Into The Game]
Title: Playing Into Love
Pairing: Kai/Kyungsoo
Genre: romance, smut
Rating: nc-17
Length: 5k
Summary: Kyungsoo has witnesses while Jongin doesn't. He just wonders how long it will be before Kyungsoo will say "I love you". Life is just a bunch of stolen kisses in the dark.
The bathroom mirror is Kyungsoo's only witness. The only thing that gets to see the pain filled tears run down his face and make his eyes swell. Sometimes it's the shower walls, though, because he can convince himself that it's just the shower water coming down his face. Kyungsoo's cheeks start to cave in from stress combined with not eating and Junmyeon comes in his room a lot more often to talk. Jongin kicks him out each and every time, sometimes not even letting him come in in the first place.
Jongin has no witnesses. Nobody, or thing, can see in the dark. And he's always silent. His phone goes ignored, text messages are unanswered and he's pretty sure he's single from two weeks of throwing his life away. He doesn't care though. He just watches as Kyungsoo comes out of the bathroom, face puffed up and eyes glassy, and knows that he can't do anything.
They haven't talked since that night. Just longing stares from Jongin and an ignoring back from Kyungsoo that everyone sees. Kyungsoo cooks, like always, for everyone (which surprises Jongin each and every time) but then heads back into their room. Kyungsoo had tried to convince Baekhyun, anyone really, to trade rooms, but they all said no. It's not like the other members know about their fallout, so why should they?
Kyungsoo won't admit it even to himself, but he misses the sex. The way Jongin can get him hard by only kissing, or the way Jongin's cock twitches once he's finally entered. Jongin tells himself every night he misses the way Kyungsoo shivers when he runs his hands over his thighs, and the way he looks at him with half-lidded eyes to watch every detail of their times together. He repeats it like a mantra; all the things that Kyungsoo does that made him fall in love with him. He repeats every reason right before bed while looking at the back of the elder's head.
He's only come up with 53 reasons that Kyungsoo is absolute perfection before he falls asleep. Jongin loves the freckles on his chest, loves the way he's so short, the way he looks with his hair pushed back, his cooking, his dancing, his singing skills, the way he's so kind. He could go on forever. But they're all trapped inside his mind, no good for anyone but himself.
The rest of the members are more confused than ever. No matter how many times they corner Jongin or Kyungsoo in the training room and try to get them to spill it's always, "nothing happened". They just sit back and watch the show helplessly. Except Jongdae, resident troll, who seems to know everything.
--
Kyungsoo becomes so painfully hyper aware of everything around him during the night. The way Jongin breaths so lightly it's almost like a lulling melody. When Jongin moves to clutch at his pillow when he's laying on his back. Only when he's on his back. And Jongin has a nasty habit of drooling which Kyungsoo finds more than endearing.
But every time Kyungsoo closes his eyes, he sees the time Jongin wanted to try and have sex on the plane ride back to Korea, or the first time Jongin gave him head after their first fight playing on the back on his eyelids so he keeps them open. He stays awake until he can literally feel the bags under his eyes and he knocks out right away. It's usually time to cook breakfast by then.
The managers and other trainees look at him proudly. Everyone knows that look. The look of pure exhaustion from training that you are going to pass out any minute. Kyungsoo let's them believe the blue circles are from one too many nights in the practice room.
Jongin keeps his distance from his hyung still. He knows he needs to give Kyungsoo space because if he doesn't, he'll completely snap in half. But it's so hard when he's used to walking over to Kyungsoo backstage to wish him good luck and throw a smile or comforting pat at him. Instead, for Jongin, he stares at the Kyungsoo through their dressing room mirror as the makeup artists put a little more on him than the rest of Exo.
Jongin starts wondering how much longer he has to wait until he can talk to the elder. He wonders if Kyungsoo will forget him or if he will act like nothing happened. He applauds Kyungsoo for being so strong throughout the years because when he sees the way Kyungsoo throws a fake smile to Baekhyun walking through the airport, he wants to rip his own finger off in hopes he gets a little attention.
His chest constricts so tightly- and as cliche as it is- he feels like he's drowning. He feels that sense of despair that, yeah, this is actually fucking happening and he will have to breathe in eventually. Even if it means lungs full of cold hard reality. He wants to scream Kyungsoo's name even if he knows it's his own fault for putting himself in this position. He hopes that maybe, just maybe, Kyungsoo would dive after him.
The pain in his back doesn't compare to his heart.
--
It's been a month since that day; when Jongin's world left him. He's lonely, scared, and doesn't know how to fix it. But as every drama would have it, talking is the only way about fixing these things. The only problem is that Jongin has always had a problem conveying words. He has to try anyway. So one night while he knows Kyungsoo isn't sleeping, because he never does, he calls to the other.
"Kyungsoo?"
Kyungsoo flinches. Maybe he's imagining this because he wants it so badly. He rolls a half a centimeter to the side, but enough for Jongin to notice.
"Hyung," Jongin tries again.
"What?" Kyungsoo asks, voice laced with crude disinterest.
"We need to talk about this," Jongin throws his legs over the side of his bed.
"No, we don't. Go to sleep," Kyungsoo replies.
"How can you tell me to when you don't even sleep yourself? I hear you at night, hyung," Jongin is standing now, almost angry at Kyungsoo. (He knows it's at himself.)
"And who's fault is that, Jongin?" Kyungsoo hisses, slightly sitting up so the younger can see the scowl on his face.
"Hyung. I told you I love you, what more do you want?" He wines.
"I don't like empty words, Jongin. Fuck you," Kyungsoo trails off, wanting him to think he's falling asleep.
There's a moment of silence before Jongin is treading across the room and ripping Kyungsoo's blankets from him.
"How about we start with foreplay, instead?" He breaths in the shorter's ear.
Kyungsoo can see the smirk, even through the darkness. He doesn't resist when Jongin is pulling his boxers down and nipping at the skin inside his thighs. He always had a thing for Kyungsoo's thighs. He suppresses a moan when the head pushes past Jongin's lips and hits the back of his throat. It's a silent battle; who will succumb to who first. Kyungsoo has worked too fucking hard to let Kim Jongin know he's enjoying this molestation.
But he can't help himself when he barely touches the back of Jongin's head, too engrossed in the lines that are not to be crossed to go further. Then the younger reaches his hand up to push Kyungsoo's fingers in his hair anyway, saying that it's okay, hyung, touch me. He wants nothing more than to touch Jongin, except, well, dignity and love.
Jongin bobs his head faster and wraps his lips harder around Kyungsoo when he feels the cock on his tongue twitch. Kyungsoo is breathing hard and occasionally humming, but not that heavenly moan that is always sent straight to his own throbbing member. Kyungsoo clutches Jongin's hair tighter, rocking his hips with the rhythm and writhing in the way that his fingers are twisting at the base, where lips can't reach. Then Kyungsoo is coming hard, down the back of Jongin's throat. He thinks of how good this feels, like everything is back to normal from a small fight.
Jongin makes that obscene popping sound when he his lips slide off of Kyungsoo, loud enough to bring him back from his post-orgasm delusions. Jongin puts him back in his boxers, pulling them up again along with the duvet. He pulls Kyungsoo close to him once he's by the top of the bed, wrapping the smaller frame in his arms and kissing his forehead.
"Sleep, hyung. Don't worry about tomorrow, or me, or anyone else. Sleep," Jongin mumbles against the back of his neck.
He does go to sleep, but he doesn't know if it's from exhaustion or from the comforting words. He hears the soft 'I love you,' when he's lost control of his body, half conscious and desperate to yell at Jongin. Tell him all the things he's done wrong and to never talk to him again. Then he wants to kiss Jongin and ask him to tell him over and over again because that's what he's been waiting to hear for the years he's known the dancer. He doesn't, though. Instead, Kyungsoo leans into his touch. They've never done this before, what happens when they wake up? Will Jongin be there?
Kyungsoo wakes up to a cold bed, colder than it should be, and his covers around his ankles. He doesn't feel around the bed or call out Jongin's name like the characters in the fanfiction he reads because he never really expected him to be there in the first place. Kyungsoo flips on his right side, because that way it's more comfortable, and sees the lump against the wall. The lump of Jongin under the covers. He can't help the smile that overtakes his face and turns his eyes into moons.
--
Kyungsoo hates when people think he's dense and can't see the things going on around him. He's actually the most observant in the group. Only he sees the way Luhan looks annoyed after turning away from Sehun. Only he sees the admiration in Tao's eyes when he looks at Kris from across the room. And only he sees, from the corner of his eye, the way Jongin always looks at him before talking to anyone, almost like asking for permission.
But Kyungsoo doesn't look back at him. Things can't be solved in just one night. He goes back to ignoring Jongin, but eats a bit more and the mirror doesn't seem as sad. Jongin crawls in bed with him sometimes when their schedules aren't too hard. He places sensual kisses at Kyungsoo's neck and wraps his arms arms around him. Kyungsoo wonders when they'll talk again.
Lucky for him, that night Jongin lays in the bed face to face with Kyungsoo and whispers his thoughts.
"Kyungsoo hyung. You really have no idea how much I love you. I love the way your lips curve and I love the freckles on your chest and by your ears. I love how your so fragile and your skin is almost translucent. I love the way you kiss me, and only me, and the way you sing and dance. But mostly I love the way you love me."
Jongin is looking into Kyungsoo's eyes while he repeats what he's been trying to say for over a month. He twines his fingers with the smaller ones that laid in the middle of them and is almost embarrassed. But he realizes he doesn't have to be, so he says it with all the confidence in the world. Kyungsoo doesn't reply, he just ghosts his lips over Jongin's and pushes his back into the younger's chest.
Junmyeon is shaking Kyungsoo now, sitting on the edge of his bed and trying not to wake Jongin up too, who has his arms wrapping possessively around the elder. Kyungsoo knows their leader is there, he's been awake for an hour already, but he doesn't want to look into those confused brown eyes and have to explain anything. He wouldn't even know what to say. His and Jongin's status is under construction, but, he supposes, if he had to say anything, it would be that Jongin just needed some company. No biggie.
He eventually leaves, thankfully, and Kyungsoo twists in the sheets to shake Jongin awake.
"I thought he would never fucking leave," Jongin mumbles under his breath, eyes still closed.
Kyungsoo laughs lightly and kisses Jongin's cheek. That's as much as he's willing to offer. He goes through the entire schedule of the day like he used to, before the secret drama with Jongin. Baekhyun and Chanyeol joke around like always, trying to pull pranks as elaborate as Jongdae's, Junmyeon helping anyone with anything, Sehun with a stoic expression like he doesn't want to be stuck with these people, and Jongin conversing with their Choreographers on new dance moves.
This is what his life is. Skirting around his brothers. He feels guilty; he doesn't want to be Jongin's secret anymore. He doesn't want to hide what he and Jongin undeniably have. He doesn't want to think about their repercussions or possible disbanding. Then, Kyungsoo wants to say 'fuck it all' and quit with Jongin while he's ahead. But then he remembers the way Jongin looks at him. And the way their managers told them to stop doing so much fan service ("fan love," Junmyeon corrected), which they laughed about for hours afterwords. Then that one time that he and Jongin left training early to go get some food. They shared their scolding, and some knowing smiles.
So Kyungso trashes that idea. He knows if he really meant it, he would have done it along time ago.
"I'm sorry, hyung. I'm just sorry for it all," Jongin whispers to him that night.
Kyungsoo feels his wet nose digging into his hair. He doesn't know what to say, his throat is sticky and closing up with shock, so he turns and hugs the younger. Not wiping his tears or acknowledging him because he knows that Jongin is embarrassed. Kyungsoo tells him that it's alright and to go to sleep. It's going to be alright from now on.
--
The other members start getting suspicious. Junmyeon told Kris who told all of Exo M about finding Jongin in Kyungsoo's bed that night. Eventually, Exo K found out also. They don't see anything on the outside; Kyungsoo nagging Jongin or Jongin pouting to Kyungsoo, but every morning Junmyeon peeks in to see Jongin wrapped around Kyungsoo. Neither of the two notice their band mates looking at them strangely, wrapped in their own world of confusing bed talk and longing eyes. Kyungsoo still hasn't forgiven Jongin- Jongin hasn't forgiven himself- and they were still pretty much on hiatus.
That morning, almost two years since debut, Kyungsoo is making breakfast on a much needed day off. Jongin's waist injury has been acting up for no reason and Kyungsoo feels like he should treat him. The rest of Exo K is horsing around in between Kyungsoo hissing at them to be more quiet. Jongin walks out groggily, eyes squinting and still in pajamas.
He rests his head on the elder's shoulder by habit, soaking up the smell of the food and right hand on Kyungsoo's hip, out of sight from the other four. Junmyeon takes quick notice, opting out of arguing with Baekhyun over who's the hottest in 2EN1 ("Dara!" Chanyeol screams immediately) to watch the couple in the kitchen to his left. Jongin moves so his chest is against Kyungsoo's left arm and snakes his hand up the other's shirt.
"Hyung, do you know how cute you look in that apron?" Jongin whispers.
Kyungsoo blinks a few times to try and not blush.
"I'm trying my hardest not bend you over the counter and fuck you in that and only that," Jongin's hands run back down his shirt and under the apron that is covering his growing hard-on.
The rest of the dorm has grown quiet, staring at the scene in the kitchen which they can't see past Jongin's back. Junmyeon clears his throat and his hand retracts, spinning around to stare at the other members in amusement. Kyungsoo lets out the breath he had been holding and tries to busy himself while his erection goes down.
Jongin starts acting like he wants to get caught, wants their little affair to be out in the open. Kyungsoo realizes it's as much of a burden to him as it is to Jongin. The incident in the kitchen is the start of it, Kyungsoo realizes.
--
"Kyungsoo!"
Kyungsoo can hear Jongin whisper-yelling. He turns around to see Jongin's head sticking out of a closet and he can't help but laugh. He knows what Jongin wants, but should he give it to him? Kyungsoo finds his anger towards the younger dissolving with each whisper of "I love you," and kisses stolen in secret. They are on location to shoot a new music video, flower boy concept, and were breaking after 12 hours of shooting.
Kyungsoo looks around, nobody is watching, so he runs into the closet smiling. Jongin shuts the door and puts his hands around the shorter's cheeks to pull him in for a kiss. He moves his hands down Kyungsoo's arms then to his ass and thighs to hike his legs around Jongin's waist. Kyungsoo is pushed up against the wall with his arms around the younger's neck, kneading the tent in his pant's against Jongin's. Usually a closet would be their ideal place for a blowjob or something lesser, but pent up sexual frustration has them both desperate.
"Hurry," Kyungsoo moans.
Jongin starts with his own zipper then moves to pull the other's pants down just barely enough. Kyungsoo likes it rough a lot of the time, especially in public, and Jongin knows that, so he doesn't have to prepare him. He spits into his hand then rubs himself, that's as much lube as he gets right now. Kyungsoo bites down on his lip so he doesn't scream from the burning sensation; there are probably several people walking by the door, but Jongin groans loudly and he has to slap the younger and tell him shut up.
Jongin's cock is stuffed into him till the hilt, bouncing him lightly against the cold wall to get friction. Kyungsoo rests his head on Jongin's shoulder because this feels so damn good and he missed this, so he bucks his hips a few times and moves to wrap a hand around his own length. Jongin smacks his hand away and rubs his own thumb over the slit to make Kyungsoo moan the way he always does.
"Say my name," Jongin breathes against his lips.
Kyungsoo does, loudly, and Jongin takes his lips back to his own to suck on Kyungsoo's bottom lip while he drives in and out at a fast pace. Jongin is abusing his prostate with every stroke and they're both trying hard not to scream. Kyungsoo can feel a bit of his blood seeping down onto Jongin, but he doesn't care when his chest feels like it's going to explode. Jongin's fingers are digging so hard into his thighs he's sure he'll have bruises, but that turns him on more and he speeds the rolls of his hips.
There's a knock on the door and some yelling, Jongin clamps his hand around Kyungsoo's mouth and looks him in his eyes. Kyungsoo has to tighten his legs because he's afraid he'll fall. He just wants to get off to the feeling of Jongin and only Jongin, not potentially get caught. Jongin starts pushing in his hips faster, still looking him in the eye, and the pressure in his belly is building up like a fire and suddenly he's coming over hands and shirts with a muffled cry.
Jongin comes too after feeling Kyungsoo squeeze around him and seeing the desperation in his eyes. He pulls out and sets Kyungsoo down, who sinks to the floor immediately. He tells Kyungsoo that he'll be right back and to not move before pecking him on the cheek stuffing himself back inside his pants, smearing Kyungsoo's blood on the inside of his boxers. He turns the light back off in the closet and opens the door, yelling something like "I just needed a damn break from you people," and Kyungsoo tries not to breathe too hard.
Jongin comes back after several minutes with tissues and a bottle of water. He's spouting apologies like crazy and Kyungsoo can't even sort them out so he just grabs Jongin's ear to pull him for a kiss and finally he stops talking to mold his mouth to Kyungsoo's. The door clicks and they're off each other in an instant- but really, why else would they be in a supply closet together?
Jongdae tells them, "hurry up. People are getting suspicious, well, more than they already are," with a smirk.
Jongin and Kyungsoo are frozen in time. Is Jongdae going to (as pre-school as it is) tell on them? Is he going to blackmail them? Jongin snaps back to reality first and starts tugging Kyungsoo's pants back up now that they're both clean. Jongin goes back to the group first to be less suspicious, followed by Kyungsoo. Jongdae barely spares them a glance and they can both tell they're in the clear. Jongdae is highly underrated in kindness, Jongin thinks.
Kyungsoo is trying his hardest not to limp, and is pretty successful until he needs to bend down or twist in anyway. Jongin looks at him with guilty eyes. Both leaders are suspicious but don't say anything, not until they catch them red handed. Kris eyes them for a while, taking in their appearance and the pained expressions. Jongdae tries to distract him, tells him that Yixing fell into the toilet again, but it doesn't work, not after the third time.
They all go back to the set then, filming the small skit for the video. Jongin couldn't give Kyungsoo so much as a pat on the back he was so scared shitless. The hour long ride to the dorm was silent. Most of the members slept, but Jongin stared at the back of Kyungsoo's head listening to love songs. Sehun forced him to sit in the back even though he was clearly resisting. Kyungsoo just shrugged his shoulders and motioned for him to go. Back at the dorm he had mouthed. Kyungsoo knew exactly what he meant.
--
They're laying in Kyungsoo's bed that night. Staring at each other with sleepy eyes and tired smiles.
"I love you, Jongin," Kyungsoo closes his eyes.
Jongin breathes heavy against his cheek, leaning down to leave a slow, lingering kiss on his lips.
"You have no idea how much I love you," Jongin replies. (And he knows he means it)
--
Kyungsoo knows he shouldn't be jealous. He can't be. Jongin is an idol who is supposed to show his body and give aegyo to anyone who asks. But he can't help but feel that green monster consume him when other idols talk about how sexy he is or when people want to actually touch him. Jongin would probably laugh and tell Kyungsoo that it doesn't even matter, so he keeps his mouth shut.
Exo is having a fansigning today. It's the middle of summer and the heat is blistering. Everyone is cursing the outfits they have to wear, heat trapping black linens that are so loose they can feel the sweat drip down their body. They don't even have fans to cool themselves. Girls and boys are waiting hours to get their autographs and photos, Kyungsoo can only imagine their hell.
A pretty girl, long hair and big cup size, walks up to Jongin. Kyungsoo is immediately turning his attention to them, ignoring his own fan asking him questions. She's smiling and flipping her hair (Kyungsoo feels like he's going to puke) then Jongin is lifting up his shirt (his heart is racing too fast) and she's touching him (Kyungsoo is going to die). Kyungsoo turns back to the girl in front of him and apologizes, signing her album and even an extra gift. His hands are trembling and he's beyond pissed.
Kyungsoo ignores Jongin for the rest of the day. Doesn't sit with him during dinner or during the car ride back home. He knows it's a petty thing to be mad over, but he can't help it. He decides he'll get Jongin back once they get to the dorm.
"Is something wrong?"
They're back in the dorm now, finally, and all eating late night snacks in the kitchen.
"No. Why?"
Kyungsoo looks at him coyly. Jongin doesn't answer, he can't around all the other members. Kyungsoo is joking around with Junmyeon and Baekhyun while Jongin sulks in the corner. Sehun tries to be funny and tease Jongin about the girl who wanted to touch his eyes. His eyes light up for a second and he glances at Kyungsoo, but the elder turns away with a snap of his head. Damn Sehun always ruining plans.
Jongin is smirking at him when they're walking down the hall to their room. Once the door is shut, Kyungsoo slams the younger against the wood, making the smirk turn into a face of shock and astonishment. Kyungsoo smashes their lips together, pushing his tongue past Jongin's and moaning softly. Jongin is rigid at first then slowly relaxes. Kyungsoo moves his hands up the younger's shirt, going over every muscular line and rolling his nipple between his cold fingers.
The elder takes Jongin's shirt over his head, then his own, pushing their chests together while Jongin is holding his hips. Kyungsoo moves his lips down the younger's jaw, to his neck, collarbones, nipples, navel, and finishes right about the hemline of his jeans with a long trail of saliva. He unbuttons them, pulls them down with his boxers and starts to suck at the shaven happy trail running down his belly. Jongin stifles his moans with a fist.
"Moan. I don't give a shit if they hear us," Kyungsoo bites the skin right about Jongin's length.
"Fuck, Kyungsoo, you are so hot right now," he replies.
Kyungsoo smirks up at him, keeping eye contact while he licks a strip down Jongin's cock and rubs him till he's completely hard. The younger throws his head in pleasure, pleading for Kyungsoo to hurry up. He flicks the head and Jongin flinches from the pleasurable pain. He tongues the slit hard, wrapping his lips around the head and scraping the front of his teeth against it.
He takes the rest into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks and sucking hard. They both moan loudly, the vibrations sent straight to the toe-curling pressure forming in Jongin's abdomen. Jongin tries to push him push him further to deep throat, but Kyungsoo grabs his hands and pins them to his side, taking him in further anyway. He warns Kyungsoo that he's close, and then he feels the cold air where Kyungsoo's mouth should be.
"Why'd you stop?" Jongin whines, pulling Kyungsoo to kiss him.
He shakes his head, getting Jongin off of him and pushing him over to the younger's bed. It doesn't always have to be Kyungsoo's bed anymore. Boundaries were destroyed a long time ago. Jongin is laying down flat on his bed, kicking the rest of his pants off and staring at him with curiosity. Kyungsoo strips his pants slowly, a lustful look in his eyes that Jongin is sure he'll never forget. He's straddling Jongin now, neither able to recall how he got there so quickly, and Kyungsoo is sticking his own lubed fingers up his ass, moaning Jongin's name while he hovers about him.
"Fuck, Kyungsoo," Jongin hisses, taking in the sight for him to remember on lonely nights.
Kyungsoo scissored himself with who fingers, wanton moans filling to the room and the occasional scream when he hit his prostate. Jongin can't take the erotic sight anymore, so he takes Kyungsoo's arms to sling them away and replace them with his cock. Kyungsoo whimpered a bit, trying to remain in control while Jongin lifted his hips to ram into the elder. Kyungsoo is being literally knocked up, having to balance himself with hands on Jongin's chest.
They're both panting, lust overriding their systems and heart rates; the smell of sex in the air is doing no justice. And they're both hot and sweaty, gliding on each other like when they fuck in the shower. Kyungsoo smiles as he looks down on Jongin, hands now hanging on to their headboard. Jongin looks up and smiles to before his tongue is darting out to concentrate on the elder's walls rubbing him to an orgasm.
Kyungsoo clenches a few times on purpose, rolling his hips the way Jongin likes and the younger is telling him he's coming. This is exactly what Kyungsoo is waiting for. He pushes Jongin's hips down, circling his fingers around the base of his cock hard enough to cut off anything trying to come out. Jongin's mouth is hanging wide open in obvious pain and surprise.
"Who do you love?" Kyungsoo chastises.
"Kyungsoo hyung," Jongin looks almost in tears.
"Scream it."
And Jongin does, at the top of his lungs (which isn't as loud as one would think because they're both more than exhausted). Kyungsoo is now riding Jongin, still bringing him to pleasure in a painful way.
"Are you going to let little sluts touch you again, huh?"
"Kyungsoo.. Please.." Jongin's eyes are closed and face downcast.
"Answer it and maybe I'll let you come," Kyungsoo grips his base harder.
"No. Only Kyungsoo can touch me! I love you Kyungsoo, believe me," he pants.
Kyungsoo lets his hand loosen up, Jongin comes with a groan of his name and a few bucks of his hips. Kyungsoo takes his own member into his hands, jacking himself off onto Jongin's chest. Jongin watches Kyungsoo still, the thought of him doing those things right in front of him makes him hot again. Crossing boarders never felt so good.
Kyungsoo gets up, Jongin's come running down his leg, and struts around the room for tissues. Jongin can't help but lick his lips. He comes back and helps them both clean up, small smile on both of their faces and ready to sleep. They move from Jongin's soiled sheets to the elders, laying face to face with Jongin's arm draped lethargically around his back. He presses a lazy kiss to the younger's lips even though he can only see the whites of his eyes through the darkness.
"Hyung," Jongin is almost whispering, Kyungsoo hums in response.
"Marry me."
Kyungsoo's eyes go from a tired squint to owl at the words.
"You know we can't," he sighs.
"I mean like after all of this. When Exo is old like Shinhwa and is barely anything anymore. I want to runaway with you to the states, maybe, and we can get married," Jongin pulls him closer, naked body against naked body.
"Sounds like a plan. But promise me something?" Kyungsoo smiles.
"Anything for you," how cheesy.
"Propose to me in a better way after all those years."
"It will be the best proposal in the history of proposals," Jongin swings his leg around Kyungsoo's, "and you promise me something, hyung."
"What?"
"You have to stay with me till then. Until forever, hyung, okay? No matter what, you can't leave my side, like we're already married."
Kyungsoo thinks he hears Jongin's voice crack, a miniscule second that if he wasn't hanging on to every word he was saying, he would have missed it.
"Okay, deal."
They kiss for a few moments before finally closing their eyes for sleep. They know they won't regret anything once the morning comes. (Well maybe Jumnyeon's yells.)
While Kyungsoo is round, innocent eyes and a beautiful voice, Jongin is sexy smirks and nice hip thrust. The two are polar opposites, a positive and a negative, chocolate and vanilla, but the saying 'opposites attracts,' could never be more right. Because Jongin is a dancer and Kyungsoo is a singer, but Jongin only dances to Kyungsoo's voice, and when they play into love, they both win.
Pairing: Kai/Kyungsoo
Genre: romance, smut
Rating: nc-17
Length: 5k
Summary: Kyungsoo has witnesses while Jongin doesn't. He just wonders how long it will be before Kyungsoo will say "I love you". Life is just a bunch of stolen kisses in the dark.
The bathroom mirror is Kyungsoo's only witness. The only thing that gets to see the pain filled tears run down his face and make his eyes swell. Sometimes it's the shower walls, though, because he can convince himself that it's just the shower water coming down his face. Kyungsoo's cheeks start to cave in from stress combined with not eating and Junmyeon comes in his room a lot more often to talk. Jongin kicks him out each and every time, sometimes not even letting him come in in the first place.
Jongin has no witnesses. Nobody, or thing, can see in the dark. And he's always silent. His phone goes ignored, text messages are unanswered and he's pretty sure he's single from two weeks of throwing his life away. He doesn't care though. He just watches as Kyungsoo comes out of the bathroom, face puffed up and eyes glassy, and knows that he can't do anything.
They haven't talked since that night. Just longing stares from Jongin and an ignoring back from Kyungsoo that everyone sees. Kyungsoo cooks, like always, for everyone (which surprises Jongin each and every time) but then heads back into their room. Kyungsoo had tried to convince Baekhyun, anyone really, to trade rooms, but they all said no. It's not like the other members know about their fallout, so why should they?
Kyungsoo won't admit it even to himself, but he misses the sex. The way Jongin can get him hard by only kissing, or the way Jongin's cock twitches once he's finally entered. Jongin tells himself every night he misses the way Kyungsoo shivers when he runs his hands over his thighs, and the way he looks at him with half-lidded eyes to watch every detail of their times together. He repeats it like a mantra; all the things that Kyungsoo does that made him fall in love with him. He repeats every reason right before bed while looking at the back of the elder's head.
He's only come up with 53 reasons that Kyungsoo is absolute perfection before he falls asleep. Jongin loves the freckles on his chest, loves the way he's so short, the way he looks with his hair pushed back, his cooking, his dancing, his singing skills, the way he's so kind. He could go on forever. But they're all trapped inside his mind, no good for anyone but himself.
The rest of the members are more confused than ever. No matter how many times they corner Jongin or Kyungsoo in the training room and try to get them to spill it's always, "nothing happened". They just sit back and watch the show helplessly. Except Jongdae, resident troll, who seems to know everything.
--
Kyungsoo becomes so painfully hyper aware of everything around him during the night. The way Jongin breaths so lightly it's almost like a lulling melody. When Jongin moves to clutch at his pillow when he's laying on his back. Only when he's on his back. And Jongin has a nasty habit of drooling which Kyungsoo finds more than endearing.
But every time Kyungsoo closes his eyes, he sees the time Jongin wanted to try and have sex on the plane ride back to Korea, or the first time Jongin gave him head after their first fight playing on the back on his eyelids so he keeps them open. He stays awake until he can literally feel the bags under his eyes and he knocks out right away. It's usually time to cook breakfast by then.
The managers and other trainees look at him proudly. Everyone knows that look. The look of pure exhaustion from training that you are going to pass out any minute. Kyungsoo let's them believe the blue circles are from one too many nights in the practice room.
Jongin keeps his distance from his hyung still. He knows he needs to give Kyungsoo space because if he doesn't, he'll completely snap in half. But it's so hard when he's used to walking over to Kyungsoo backstage to wish him good luck and throw a smile or comforting pat at him. Instead, for Jongin, he stares at the Kyungsoo through their dressing room mirror as the makeup artists put a little more on him than the rest of Exo.
Jongin starts wondering how much longer he has to wait until he can talk to the elder. He wonders if Kyungsoo will forget him or if he will act like nothing happened. He applauds Kyungsoo for being so strong throughout the years because when he sees the way Kyungsoo throws a fake smile to Baekhyun walking through the airport, he wants to rip his own finger off in hopes he gets a little attention.
His chest constricts so tightly- and as cliche as it is- he feels like he's drowning. He feels that sense of despair that, yeah, this is actually fucking happening and he will have to breathe in eventually. Even if it means lungs full of cold hard reality. He wants to scream Kyungsoo's name even if he knows it's his own fault for putting himself in this position. He hopes that maybe, just maybe, Kyungsoo would dive after him.
The pain in his back doesn't compare to his heart.
--
It's been a month since that day; when Jongin's world left him. He's lonely, scared, and doesn't know how to fix it. But as every drama would have it, talking is the only way about fixing these things. The only problem is that Jongin has always had a problem conveying words. He has to try anyway. So one night while he knows Kyungsoo isn't sleeping, because he never does, he calls to the other.
"Kyungsoo?"
Kyungsoo flinches. Maybe he's imagining this because he wants it so badly. He rolls a half a centimeter to the side, but enough for Jongin to notice.
"Hyung," Jongin tries again.
"What?" Kyungsoo asks, voice laced with crude disinterest.
"We need to talk about this," Jongin throws his legs over the side of his bed.
"No, we don't. Go to sleep," Kyungsoo replies.
"How can you tell me to when you don't even sleep yourself? I hear you at night, hyung," Jongin is standing now, almost angry at Kyungsoo. (He knows it's at himself.)
"And who's fault is that, Jongin?" Kyungsoo hisses, slightly sitting up so the younger can see the scowl on his face.
"Hyung. I told you I love you, what more do you want?" He wines.
"I don't like empty words, Jongin. Fuck you," Kyungsoo trails off, wanting him to think he's falling asleep.
There's a moment of silence before Jongin is treading across the room and ripping Kyungsoo's blankets from him.
"How about we start with foreplay, instead?" He breaths in the shorter's ear.
Kyungsoo can see the smirk, even through the darkness. He doesn't resist when Jongin is pulling his boxers down and nipping at the skin inside his thighs. He always had a thing for Kyungsoo's thighs. He suppresses a moan when the head pushes past Jongin's lips and hits the back of his throat. It's a silent battle; who will succumb to who first. Kyungsoo has worked too fucking hard to let Kim Jongin know he's enjoying this molestation.
But he can't help himself when he barely touches the back of Jongin's head, too engrossed in the lines that are not to be crossed to go further. Then the younger reaches his hand up to push Kyungsoo's fingers in his hair anyway, saying that it's okay, hyung, touch me. He wants nothing more than to touch Jongin, except, well, dignity and love.
Jongin bobs his head faster and wraps his lips harder around Kyungsoo when he feels the cock on his tongue twitch. Kyungsoo is breathing hard and occasionally humming, but not that heavenly moan that is always sent straight to his own throbbing member. Kyungsoo clutches Jongin's hair tighter, rocking his hips with the rhythm and writhing in the way that his fingers are twisting at the base, where lips can't reach. Then Kyungsoo is coming hard, down the back of Jongin's throat. He thinks of how good this feels, like everything is back to normal from a small fight.
Jongin makes that obscene popping sound when he his lips slide off of Kyungsoo, loud enough to bring him back from his post-orgasm delusions. Jongin puts him back in his boxers, pulling them up again along with the duvet. He pulls Kyungsoo close to him once he's by the top of the bed, wrapping the smaller frame in his arms and kissing his forehead.
"Sleep, hyung. Don't worry about tomorrow, or me, or anyone else. Sleep," Jongin mumbles against the back of his neck.
He does go to sleep, but he doesn't know if it's from exhaustion or from the comforting words. He hears the soft 'I love you,' when he's lost control of his body, half conscious and desperate to yell at Jongin. Tell him all the things he's done wrong and to never talk to him again. Then he wants to kiss Jongin and ask him to tell him over and over again because that's what he's been waiting to hear for the years he's known the dancer. He doesn't, though. Instead, Kyungsoo leans into his touch. They've never done this before, what happens when they wake up? Will Jongin be there?
Kyungsoo wakes up to a cold bed, colder than it should be, and his covers around his ankles. He doesn't feel around the bed or call out Jongin's name like the characters in the fanfiction he reads because he never really expected him to be there in the first place. Kyungsoo flips on his right side, because that way it's more comfortable, and sees the lump against the wall. The lump of Jongin under the covers. He can't help the smile that overtakes his face and turns his eyes into moons.
--
Kyungsoo hates when people think he's dense and can't see the things going on around him. He's actually the most observant in the group. Only he sees the way Luhan looks annoyed after turning away from Sehun. Only he sees the admiration in Tao's eyes when he looks at Kris from across the room. And only he sees, from the corner of his eye, the way Jongin always looks at him before talking to anyone, almost like asking for permission.
But Kyungsoo doesn't look back at him. Things can't be solved in just one night. He goes back to ignoring Jongin, but eats a bit more and the mirror doesn't seem as sad. Jongin crawls in bed with him sometimes when their schedules aren't too hard. He places sensual kisses at Kyungsoo's neck and wraps his arms arms around him. Kyungsoo wonders when they'll talk again.
Lucky for him, that night Jongin lays in the bed face to face with Kyungsoo and whispers his thoughts.
"Kyungsoo hyung. You really have no idea how much I love you. I love the way your lips curve and I love the freckles on your chest and by your ears. I love how your so fragile and your skin is almost translucent. I love the way you kiss me, and only me, and the way you sing and dance. But mostly I love the way you love me."
Jongin is looking into Kyungsoo's eyes while he repeats what he's been trying to say for over a month. He twines his fingers with the smaller ones that laid in the middle of them and is almost embarrassed. But he realizes he doesn't have to be, so he says it with all the confidence in the world. Kyungsoo doesn't reply, he just ghosts his lips over Jongin's and pushes his back into the younger's chest.
Junmyeon is shaking Kyungsoo now, sitting on the edge of his bed and trying not to wake Jongin up too, who has his arms wrapping possessively around the elder. Kyungsoo knows their leader is there, he's been awake for an hour already, but he doesn't want to look into those confused brown eyes and have to explain anything. He wouldn't even know what to say. His and Jongin's status is under construction, but, he supposes, if he had to say anything, it would be that Jongin just needed some company. No biggie.
He eventually leaves, thankfully, and Kyungsoo twists in the sheets to shake Jongin awake.
"I thought he would never fucking leave," Jongin mumbles under his breath, eyes still closed.
Kyungsoo laughs lightly and kisses Jongin's cheek. That's as much as he's willing to offer. He goes through the entire schedule of the day like he used to, before the secret drama with Jongin. Baekhyun and Chanyeol joke around like always, trying to pull pranks as elaborate as Jongdae's, Junmyeon helping anyone with anything, Sehun with a stoic expression like he doesn't want to be stuck with these people, and Jongin conversing with their Choreographers on new dance moves.
This is what his life is. Skirting around his brothers. He feels guilty; he doesn't want to be Jongin's secret anymore. He doesn't want to hide what he and Jongin undeniably have. He doesn't want to think about their repercussions or possible disbanding. Then, Kyungsoo wants to say 'fuck it all' and quit with Jongin while he's ahead. But then he remembers the way Jongin looks at him. And the way their managers told them to stop doing so much fan service ("fan love," Junmyeon corrected), which they laughed about for hours afterwords. Then that one time that he and Jongin left training early to go get some food. They shared their scolding, and some knowing smiles.
So Kyungso trashes that idea. He knows if he really meant it, he would have done it along time ago.
"I'm sorry, hyung. I'm just sorry for it all," Jongin whispers to him that night.
Kyungsoo feels his wet nose digging into his hair. He doesn't know what to say, his throat is sticky and closing up with shock, so he turns and hugs the younger. Not wiping his tears or acknowledging him because he knows that Jongin is embarrassed. Kyungsoo tells him that it's alright and to go to sleep. It's going to be alright from now on.
--
The other members start getting suspicious. Junmyeon told Kris who told all of Exo M about finding Jongin in Kyungsoo's bed that night. Eventually, Exo K found out also. They don't see anything on the outside; Kyungsoo nagging Jongin or Jongin pouting to Kyungsoo, but every morning Junmyeon peeks in to see Jongin wrapped around Kyungsoo. Neither of the two notice their band mates looking at them strangely, wrapped in their own world of confusing bed talk and longing eyes. Kyungsoo still hasn't forgiven Jongin- Jongin hasn't forgiven himself- and they were still pretty much on hiatus.
That morning, almost two years since debut, Kyungsoo is making breakfast on a much needed day off. Jongin's waist injury has been acting up for no reason and Kyungsoo feels like he should treat him. The rest of Exo K is horsing around in between Kyungsoo hissing at them to be more quiet. Jongin walks out groggily, eyes squinting and still in pajamas.
He rests his head on the elder's shoulder by habit, soaking up the smell of the food and right hand on Kyungsoo's hip, out of sight from the other four. Junmyeon takes quick notice, opting out of arguing with Baekhyun over who's the hottest in 2EN1 ("Dara!" Chanyeol screams immediately) to watch the couple in the kitchen to his left. Jongin moves so his chest is against Kyungsoo's left arm and snakes his hand up the other's shirt.
"Hyung, do you know how cute you look in that apron?" Jongin whispers.
Kyungsoo blinks a few times to try and not blush.
"I'm trying my hardest not bend you over the counter and fuck you in that and only that," Jongin's hands run back down his shirt and under the apron that is covering his growing hard-on.
The rest of the dorm has grown quiet, staring at the scene in the kitchen which they can't see past Jongin's back. Junmyeon clears his throat and his hand retracts, spinning around to stare at the other members in amusement. Kyungsoo lets out the breath he had been holding and tries to busy himself while his erection goes down.
Jongin starts acting like he wants to get caught, wants their little affair to be out in the open. Kyungsoo realizes it's as much of a burden to him as it is to Jongin. The incident in the kitchen is the start of it, Kyungsoo realizes.
--
"Kyungsoo!"
Kyungsoo can hear Jongin whisper-yelling. He turns around to see Jongin's head sticking out of a closet and he can't help but laugh. He knows what Jongin wants, but should he give it to him? Kyungsoo finds his anger towards the younger dissolving with each whisper of "I love you," and kisses stolen in secret. They are on location to shoot a new music video, flower boy concept, and were breaking after 12 hours of shooting.
Kyungsoo looks around, nobody is watching, so he runs into the closet smiling. Jongin shuts the door and puts his hands around the shorter's cheeks to pull him in for a kiss. He moves his hands down Kyungsoo's arms then to his ass and thighs to hike his legs around Jongin's waist. Kyungsoo is pushed up against the wall with his arms around the younger's neck, kneading the tent in his pant's against Jongin's. Usually a closet would be their ideal place for a blowjob or something lesser, but pent up sexual frustration has them both desperate.
"Hurry," Kyungsoo moans.
Jongin starts with his own zipper then moves to pull the other's pants down just barely enough. Kyungsoo likes it rough a lot of the time, especially in public, and Jongin knows that, so he doesn't have to prepare him. He spits into his hand then rubs himself, that's as much lube as he gets right now. Kyungsoo bites down on his lip so he doesn't scream from the burning sensation; there are probably several people walking by the door, but Jongin groans loudly and he has to slap the younger and tell him shut up.
Jongin's cock is stuffed into him till the hilt, bouncing him lightly against the cold wall to get friction. Kyungsoo rests his head on Jongin's shoulder because this feels so damn good and he missed this, so he bucks his hips a few times and moves to wrap a hand around his own length. Jongin smacks his hand away and rubs his own thumb over the slit to make Kyungsoo moan the way he always does.
"Say my name," Jongin breathes against his lips.
Kyungsoo does, loudly, and Jongin takes his lips back to his own to suck on Kyungsoo's bottom lip while he drives in and out at a fast pace. Jongin is abusing his prostate with every stroke and they're both trying hard not to scream. Kyungsoo can feel a bit of his blood seeping down onto Jongin, but he doesn't care when his chest feels like it's going to explode. Jongin's fingers are digging so hard into his thighs he's sure he'll have bruises, but that turns him on more and he speeds the rolls of his hips.
There's a knock on the door and some yelling, Jongin clamps his hand around Kyungsoo's mouth and looks him in his eyes. Kyungsoo has to tighten his legs because he's afraid he'll fall. He just wants to get off to the feeling of Jongin and only Jongin, not potentially get caught. Jongin starts pushing in his hips faster, still looking him in the eye, and the pressure in his belly is building up like a fire and suddenly he's coming over hands and shirts with a muffled cry.
Jongin comes too after feeling Kyungsoo squeeze around him and seeing the desperation in his eyes. He pulls out and sets Kyungsoo down, who sinks to the floor immediately. He tells Kyungsoo that he'll be right back and to not move before pecking him on the cheek stuffing himself back inside his pants, smearing Kyungsoo's blood on the inside of his boxers. He turns the light back off in the closet and opens the door, yelling something like "I just needed a damn break from you people," and Kyungsoo tries not to breathe too hard.
Jongin comes back after several minutes with tissues and a bottle of water. He's spouting apologies like crazy and Kyungsoo can't even sort them out so he just grabs Jongin's ear to pull him for a kiss and finally he stops talking to mold his mouth to Kyungsoo's. The door clicks and they're off each other in an instant- but really, why else would they be in a supply closet together?
Jongdae tells them, "hurry up. People are getting suspicious, well, more than they already are," with a smirk.
Jongin and Kyungsoo are frozen in time. Is Jongdae going to (as pre-school as it is) tell on them? Is he going to blackmail them? Jongin snaps back to reality first and starts tugging Kyungsoo's pants back up now that they're both clean. Jongin goes back to the group first to be less suspicious, followed by Kyungsoo. Jongdae barely spares them a glance and they can both tell they're in the clear. Jongdae is highly underrated in kindness, Jongin thinks.
Kyungsoo is trying his hardest not to limp, and is pretty successful until he needs to bend down or twist in anyway. Jongin looks at him with guilty eyes. Both leaders are suspicious but don't say anything, not until they catch them red handed. Kris eyes them for a while, taking in their appearance and the pained expressions. Jongdae tries to distract him, tells him that Yixing fell into the toilet again, but it doesn't work, not after the third time.
They all go back to the set then, filming the small skit for the video. Jongin couldn't give Kyungsoo so much as a pat on the back he was so scared shitless. The hour long ride to the dorm was silent. Most of the members slept, but Jongin stared at the back of Kyungsoo's head listening to love songs. Sehun forced him to sit in the back even though he was clearly resisting. Kyungsoo just shrugged his shoulders and motioned for him to go. Back at the dorm he had mouthed. Kyungsoo knew exactly what he meant.
--
They're laying in Kyungsoo's bed that night. Staring at each other with sleepy eyes and tired smiles.
"I love you, Jongin," Kyungsoo closes his eyes.
Jongin breathes heavy against his cheek, leaning down to leave a slow, lingering kiss on his lips.
"You have no idea how much I love you," Jongin replies. (And he knows he means it)
--
Kyungsoo knows he shouldn't be jealous. He can't be. Jongin is an idol who is supposed to show his body and give aegyo to anyone who asks. But he can't help but feel that green monster consume him when other idols talk about how sexy he is or when people want to actually touch him. Jongin would probably laugh and tell Kyungsoo that it doesn't even matter, so he keeps his mouth shut.
Exo is having a fansigning today. It's the middle of summer and the heat is blistering. Everyone is cursing the outfits they have to wear, heat trapping black linens that are so loose they can feel the sweat drip down their body. They don't even have fans to cool themselves. Girls and boys are waiting hours to get their autographs and photos, Kyungsoo can only imagine their hell.
A pretty girl, long hair and big cup size, walks up to Jongin. Kyungsoo is immediately turning his attention to them, ignoring his own fan asking him questions. She's smiling and flipping her hair (Kyungsoo feels like he's going to puke) then Jongin is lifting up his shirt (his heart is racing too fast) and she's touching him (Kyungsoo is going to die). Kyungsoo turns back to the girl in front of him and apologizes, signing her album and even an extra gift. His hands are trembling and he's beyond pissed.
Kyungsoo ignores Jongin for the rest of the day. Doesn't sit with him during dinner or during the car ride back home. He knows it's a petty thing to be mad over, but he can't help it. He decides he'll get Jongin back once they get to the dorm.
"Is something wrong?"
They're back in the dorm now, finally, and all eating late night snacks in the kitchen.
"No. Why?"
Kyungsoo looks at him coyly. Jongin doesn't answer, he can't around all the other members. Kyungsoo is joking around with Junmyeon and Baekhyun while Jongin sulks in the corner. Sehun tries to be funny and tease Jongin about the girl who wanted to touch his eyes. His eyes light up for a second and he glances at Kyungsoo, but the elder turns away with a snap of his head. Damn Sehun always ruining plans.
Jongin is smirking at him when they're walking down the hall to their room. Once the door is shut, Kyungsoo slams the younger against the wood, making the smirk turn into a face of shock and astonishment. Kyungsoo smashes their lips together, pushing his tongue past Jongin's and moaning softly. Jongin is rigid at first then slowly relaxes. Kyungsoo moves his hands up the younger's shirt, going over every muscular line and rolling his nipple between his cold fingers.
The elder takes Jongin's shirt over his head, then his own, pushing their chests together while Jongin is holding his hips. Kyungsoo moves his lips down the younger's jaw, to his neck, collarbones, nipples, navel, and finishes right about the hemline of his jeans with a long trail of saliva. He unbuttons them, pulls them down with his boxers and starts to suck at the shaven happy trail running down his belly. Jongin stifles his moans with a fist.
"Moan. I don't give a shit if they hear us," Kyungsoo bites the skin right about Jongin's length.
"Fuck, Kyungsoo, you are so hot right now," he replies.
Kyungsoo smirks up at him, keeping eye contact while he licks a strip down Jongin's cock and rubs him till he's completely hard. The younger throws his head in pleasure, pleading for Kyungsoo to hurry up. He flicks the head and Jongin flinches from the pleasurable pain. He tongues the slit hard, wrapping his lips around the head and scraping the front of his teeth against it.
He takes the rest into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks and sucking hard. They both moan loudly, the vibrations sent straight to the toe-curling pressure forming in Jongin's abdomen. Jongin tries to push him push him further to deep throat, but Kyungsoo grabs his hands and pins them to his side, taking him in further anyway. He warns Kyungsoo that he's close, and then he feels the cold air where Kyungsoo's mouth should be.
"Why'd you stop?" Jongin whines, pulling Kyungsoo to kiss him.
He shakes his head, getting Jongin off of him and pushing him over to the younger's bed. It doesn't always have to be Kyungsoo's bed anymore. Boundaries were destroyed a long time ago. Jongin is laying down flat on his bed, kicking the rest of his pants off and staring at him with curiosity. Kyungsoo strips his pants slowly, a lustful look in his eyes that Jongin is sure he'll never forget. He's straddling Jongin now, neither able to recall how he got there so quickly, and Kyungsoo is sticking his own lubed fingers up his ass, moaning Jongin's name while he hovers about him.
"Fuck, Kyungsoo," Jongin hisses, taking in the sight for him to remember on lonely nights.
Kyungsoo scissored himself with who fingers, wanton moans filling to the room and the occasional scream when he hit his prostate. Jongin can't take the erotic sight anymore, so he takes Kyungsoo's arms to sling them away and replace them with his cock. Kyungsoo whimpered a bit, trying to remain in control while Jongin lifted his hips to ram into the elder. Kyungsoo is being literally knocked up, having to balance himself with hands on Jongin's chest.
They're both panting, lust overriding their systems and heart rates; the smell of sex in the air is doing no justice. And they're both hot and sweaty, gliding on each other like when they fuck in the shower. Kyungsoo smiles as he looks down on Jongin, hands now hanging on to their headboard. Jongin looks up and smiles to before his tongue is darting out to concentrate on the elder's walls rubbing him to an orgasm.
Kyungsoo clenches a few times on purpose, rolling his hips the way Jongin likes and the younger is telling him he's coming. This is exactly what Kyungsoo is waiting for. He pushes Jongin's hips down, circling his fingers around the base of his cock hard enough to cut off anything trying to come out. Jongin's mouth is hanging wide open in obvious pain and surprise.
"Who do you love?" Kyungsoo chastises.
"Kyungsoo hyung," Jongin looks almost in tears.
"Scream it."
And Jongin does, at the top of his lungs (which isn't as loud as one would think because they're both more than exhausted). Kyungsoo is now riding Jongin, still bringing him to pleasure in a painful way.
"Are you going to let little sluts touch you again, huh?"
"Kyungsoo.. Please.." Jongin's eyes are closed and face downcast.
"Answer it and maybe I'll let you come," Kyungsoo grips his base harder.
"No. Only Kyungsoo can touch me! I love you Kyungsoo, believe me," he pants.
Kyungsoo lets his hand loosen up, Jongin comes with a groan of his name and a few bucks of his hips. Kyungsoo takes his own member into his hands, jacking himself off onto Jongin's chest. Jongin watches Kyungsoo still, the thought of him doing those things right in front of him makes him hot again. Crossing boarders never felt so good.
Kyungsoo gets up, Jongin's come running down his leg, and struts around the room for tissues. Jongin can't help but lick his lips. He comes back and helps them both clean up, small smile on both of their faces and ready to sleep. They move from Jongin's soiled sheets to the elders, laying face to face with Jongin's arm draped lethargically around his back. He presses a lazy kiss to the younger's lips even though he can only see the whites of his eyes through the darkness.
"Hyung," Jongin is almost whispering, Kyungsoo hums in response.
"Marry me."
Kyungsoo's eyes go from a tired squint to owl at the words.
"You know we can't," he sighs.
"I mean like after all of this. When Exo is old like Shinhwa and is barely anything anymore. I want to runaway with you to the states, maybe, and we can get married," Jongin pulls him closer, naked body against naked body.
"Sounds like a plan. But promise me something?" Kyungsoo smiles.
"Anything for you," how cheesy.
"Propose to me in a better way after all those years."
"It will be the best proposal in the history of proposals," Jongin swings his leg around Kyungsoo's, "and you promise me something, hyung."
"What?"
"You have to stay with me till then. Until forever, hyung, okay? No matter what, you can't leave my side, like we're already married."
Kyungsoo thinks he hears Jongin's voice crack, a miniscule second that if he wasn't hanging on to every word he was saying, he would have missed it.
"Okay, deal."
They kiss for a few moments before finally closing their eyes for sleep. They know they won't regret anything once the morning comes. (Well maybe Jumnyeon's yells.)
While Kyungsoo is round, innocent eyes and a beautiful voice, Jongin is sexy smirks and nice hip thrust. The two are polar opposites, a positive and a negative, chocolate and vanilla, but the saying 'opposites attracts,' could never be more right. Because Jongin is a dancer and Kyungsoo is a singer, but Jongin only dances to Kyungsoo's voice, and when they play into love, they both win.