One For The Road
fem!kai/fem!kyungsoo | fluff | pg-13 | genderswitch | 1k
Jongin smiles and Kyungsoo's in love.
based on arctic monkey's one for the road. plot inspired by the first part of the purge.
From the bottom of your heart
The relegation zone
I saw this coming from the start
The shake, rattle and roll
The cracks in blackout blinds
Cast patterns on the ceiling but you're feeling fine
I thought it was dark outside
Kyungsoo closes her eyes as she listens to the soft melodies float through her headphones. Her side is pressed into the soft azure of her mattress, a pillow cushioning her head, with her feet tapping against the wood of her headboard.
Her window is open and the presence of the night sky looms eerily behind her, a gentle summer breeze flitting her hair over her shoulder every now and then.
So we all go back to yours and you sit and talk to me on the floor
There's no need to show me round baby, I feel like I've been here before
I've been wondering whether later when you tell everybody to go,
Will you pour me one for the road?
The song is just reaching its climax when something cool and hard touches her arm. Kyungsoo’s mouth opens to screech just as a hand fits snugly over her lips, clamping them shut, and her scream catches in her throat. The next thing Kyungsoo knows, she’s being flipped onto her back and a heavy weight is settling itself on her hips. She grabs onto the new weight, fabric clenched in her fist, only to focus her sight on the person above her.
“Jongin, you asshole,” Kyungsoo murmurs through the hand flattened on her face. “Let go of me.”
“Did I scare you?” Jongin grins, releasing the girl in front of her once Kyungsoo’s tongue pushes against the center of her palm. She wipes it off on the side of her shorts without a care in the world.
“Of course you did.” Kyungsoo’s frown is deep but there’s a small gossamer of affection clouding her eyes, and Jongin knows it’s all for her. “I almost had a heart attack, you idiot.”
She climbs off her girlfriend only to sit right beside her, and Kyungsoo sits up just a second later with a small pout. “I thought it would be romantic. Me climbing through your open window, surprising you...” Jongin scoots closer to her, the weight making the mattress dip, and Kyungsoo pouts harder.
“Well, it wasn’t.”
“I’m sorry, baby.” Jongin’s voice is dangerously soft- the kind of low tone that she has when she’s trying to lure her into a supply closet just minutes before class starts. Kyungsoo lets herself be drawn into her girlfriend’s arms regardless, and her eyes close as warmth envelopes her and calloused fingertips press into her back. “I was just trying to do something romantic, Soo.”
“It’s fine.” Kyungsoo can never stay mad at Jongin when her nose is buried in the tan skin of her neck, Jongin’s sweet perfume staining her clothes, and the feeling of a protective chin perched atop her head.
“You forgive me?”
“Of course, dummy.”
Jongin smiles brightly, her eyes curved into crescent moons, thick lips stretched over her teeth, wrinkles scattered over her smooth skin- and Kyungsoo thinks she’s never looked more beautiful.
Leaning back into her, Kyungsoo kisses Jongin, their mouths fitting together nicely, Kyungsoo’s bottom lip caught in between Jongin’s. She tangles her fingers in Jongin’s short hair, her other hand cupping the swell of Jongin’s cheek, and Jongin’s hands slip onto Kyungsoo’s waist to pull her closer.
It’s not long until Jongin is slowly laying her onto her back, tenderly maneuvering to hover above her, careful not to pull her hair. Kyungsoo holds back a moan when Jongin slides a knee between her legs, her head tilting back just the slightest bit and Jongin immediately moves her lips to suck at the pale skin of her neck.
Choked groans fill the room, and Jongin can feel something damp and hot against her thigh. She knows exactly how to get her girlfriend just wet enough to have her bucking her hips, silently begging to be fucked. Kyungsoo tugs at her her with a hand wrapped in her hair to kiss her again, mouth against mouth, breath against breath, heartbeats against heartbeats.
It isn’t until Kyungsoo lets out a soft moan, the sound coating the corners of the room, that Jongin remembers they’re in her bedroom, with her parents downstairs, probably watching television. It reminds her of that scowl and those foul words and-
Jongin pulls away from Kyungsoo quickly, their lips swollen and legs shaking. “Wait, Soo, stop.”
“What? What is it?” Kyungsoo asks breathily, her arms hooked around Jongin’s neck. The skin on her neck is already turning a nice shade of purple, and her cheeks are flushed a pretty red, and Jongin doesn’t want to stop, but she knows she has to.
“I didn’t come here to have sex with you,” she replies in a rush, still staring at that spot on Kyungsoo’s neck.
“Then why did you?”
“Because-” Jongin swallows, suddenly nervous, arousal ebbing, anxiety washing up instead. But Kyungsoo’s eyes are wide and round and she knows she could trust this girl with her life, so she continues. “Because I want to talk to your father. I want to set things straight.”
Kyungsoo’s expression quickly morphs into a tired dip of brows and an exhausted frown on her lips. Jongin regrets bringing it up so suddenly, but she knows it’s something she has to do despite Kyungsoo’s feelings. The elder sits up without hurry and Jongin slides off her lap, sitting next to her on the bed, just like how they were before.
“Don’t do that, Jongin,” she commands, voice faint and quiet. Her hand makes its way towards Jongin’s, intertwining them with patience and grace and Jongin’s heart melts at the action.
She furrows her eyebrows. “Why not? I just want him to understand that I love you and that there’s nothing wrong with you loving me too. If I just talk to him-”
“That’s not how it works, Jonginnie.” Kyungsoo is as benevolent as always, bringing their hands to lay in her lap with sad eyes and an almost-smile. “He’s just going to make it harder for us to see each other.”
When Kyungsoo’s father first caught Jongin hovering over his daughter in her room, he first slapped Kyungsoo, then dragged Jongin out of their house by her hair. He sent Kyungsoo to an all girl’s Catholic school in the next town, and Jongin was left behind at their old public school.
It gets harder and harder to see each other every day, with school and family taking up most of their time.
“I don’t want that,” Jongin whispers back, staring at their hands. Kyungsoo has always had such delicate, pale skin, and the contrast to her own tanned, rough skin is beautiful.
“Then just give him some time.” Kyungsoo looks at Jongin, finally, and her smile reaches her eyes. “We’re going to college in a little while anyway. We’ll have plenty of time to be together then.”
Melancholy still clings to the corner of Jongin’s eyes, but she still smiles back at her girlfriend, squeezing her hand just a little bit tighter.
“Promise?”
“I promise, love.”
I've been wondering whether later when you tell everybody to go,
Will you pour me one for the road?
Jongin smiles and Kyungsoo's in love.
based on arctic monkey's one for the road. plot inspired by the first part of the purge.
From the bottom of your heart
The relegation zone
I saw this coming from the start
The shake, rattle and roll
The cracks in blackout blinds
Cast patterns on the ceiling but you're feeling fine
I thought it was dark outside
Kyungsoo closes her eyes as she listens to the soft melodies float through her headphones. Her side is pressed into the soft azure of her mattress, a pillow cushioning her head, with her feet tapping against the wood of her headboard.
Her window is open and the presence of the night sky looms eerily behind her, a gentle summer breeze flitting her hair over her shoulder every now and then.
So we all go back to yours and you sit and talk to me on the floor
There's no need to show me round baby, I feel like I've been here before
I've been wondering whether later when you tell everybody to go,
Will you pour me one for the road?
The song is just reaching its climax when something cool and hard touches her arm. Kyungsoo’s mouth opens to screech just as a hand fits snugly over her lips, clamping them shut, and her scream catches in her throat. The next thing Kyungsoo knows, she’s being flipped onto her back and a heavy weight is settling itself on her hips. She grabs onto the new weight, fabric clenched in her fist, only to focus her sight on the person above her.
“Jongin, you asshole,” Kyungsoo murmurs through the hand flattened on her face. “Let go of me.”
“Did I scare you?” Jongin grins, releasing the girl in front of her once Kyungsoo’s tongue pushes against the center of her palm. She wipes it off on the side of her shorts without a care in the world.
“Of course you did.” Kyungsoo’s frown is deep but there’s a small gossamer of affection clouding her eyes, and Jongin knows it’s all for her. “I almost had a heart attack, you idiot.”
She climbs off her girlfriend only to sit right beside her, and Kyungsoo sits up just a second later with a small pout. “I thought it would be romantic. Me climbing through your open window, surprising you...” Jongin scoots closer to her, the weight making the mattress dip, and Kyungsoo pouts harder.
“Well, it wasn’t.”
“I’m sorry, baby.” Jongin’s voice is dangerously soft- the kind of low tone that she has when she’s trying to lure her into a supply closet just minutes before class starts. Kyungsoo lets herself be drawn into her girlfriend’s arms regardless, and her eyes close as warmth envelopes her and calloused fingertips press into her back. “I was just trying to do something romantic, Soo.”
“It’s fine.” Kyungsoo can never stay mad at Jongin when her nose is buried in the tan skin of her neck, Jongin’s sweet perfume staining her clothes, and the feeling of a protective chin perched atop her head.
“You forgive me?”
“Of course, dummy.”
Jongin smiles brightly, her eyes curved into crescent moons, thick lips stretched over her teeth, wrinkles scattered over her smooth skin- and Kyungsoo thinks she’s never looked more beautiful.
Leaning back into her, Kyungsoo kisses Jongin, their mouths fitting together nicely, Kyungsoo’s bottom lip caught in between Jongin’s. She tangles her fingers in Jongin’s short hair, her other hand cupping the swell of Jongin’s cheek, and Jongin’s hands slip onto Kyungsoo’s waist to pull her closer.
It’s not long until Jongin is slowly laying her onto her back, tenderly maneuvering to hover above her, careful not to pull her hair. Kyungsoo holds back a moan when Jongin slides a knee between her legs, her head tilting back just the slightest bit and Jongin immediately moves her lips to suck at the pale skin of her neck.
Choked groans fill the room, and Jongin can feel something damp and hot against her thigh. She knows exactly how to get her girlfriend just wet enough to have her bucking her hips, silently begging to be fucked. Kyungsoo tugs at her her with a hand wrapped in her hair to kiss her again, mouth against mouth, breath against breath, heartbeats against heartbeats.
It isn’t until Kyungsoo lets out a soft moan, the sound coating the corners of the room, that Jongin remembers they’re in her bedroom, with her parents downstairs, probably watching television. It reminds her of that scowl and those foul words and-
Jongin pulls away from Kyungsoo quickly, their lips swollen and legs shaking. “Wait, Soo, stop.”
“What? What is it?” Kyungsoo asks breathily, her arms hooked around Jongin’s neck. The skin on her neck is already turning a nice shade of purple, and her cheeks are flushed a pretty red, and Jongin doesn’t want to stop, but she knows she has to.
“I didn’t come here to have sex with you,” she replies in a rush, still staring at that spot on Kyungsoo’s neck.
“Then why did you?”
“Because-” Jongin swallows, suddenly nervous, arousal ebbing, anxiety washing up instead. But Kyungsoo’s eyes are wide and round and she knows she could trust this girl with her life, so she continues. “Because I want to talk to your father. I want to set things straight.”
Kyungsoo’s expression quickly morphs into a tired dip of brows and an exhausted frown on her lips. Jongin regrets bringing it up so suddenly, but she knows it’s something she has to do despite Kyungsoo’s feelings. The elder sits up without hurry and Jongin slides off her lap, sitting next to her on the bed, just like how they were before.
“Don’t do that, Jongin,” she commands, voice faint and quiet. Her hand makes its way towards Jongin’s, intertwining them with patience and grace and Jongin’s heart melts at the action.
She furrows her eyebrows. “Why not? I just want him to understand that I love you and that there’s nothing wrong with you loving me too. If I just talk to him-”
“That’s not how it works, Jonginnie.” Kyungsoo is as benevolent as always, bringing their hands to lay in her lap with sad eyes and an almost-smile. “He’s just going to make it harder for us to see each other.”
When Kyungsoo’s father first caught Jongin hovering over his daughter in her room, he first slapped Kyungsoo, then dragged Jongin out of their house by her hair. He sent Kyungsoo to an all girl’s Catholic school in the next town, and Jongin was left behind at their old public school.
It gets harder and harder to see each other every day, with school and family taking up most of their time.
“I don’t want that,” Jongin whispers back, staring at their hands. Kyungsoo has always had such delicate, pale skin, and the contrast to her own tanned, rough skin is beautiful.
“Then just give him some time.” Kyungsoo looks at Jongin, finally, and her smile reaches her eyes. “We’re going to college in a little while anyway. We’ll have plenty of time to be together then.”
Melancholy still clings to the corner of Jongin’s eyes, but she still smiles back at her girlfriend, squeezing her hand just a little bit tighter.
“Promise?”
“I promise, love.”
I've been wondering whether later when you tell everybody to go,
Will you pour me one for the road?