Read Me Like A Book [3/3]
-Part Two-
"You're getting an understudy?" Sehun and Luhan ask in a critical tone.
"Yep, he said he wants to learn how to be host so I decided to help," Kai smiles at the group.
"That's... good," Kyungsoo shows off a fake smile. He's not jealous. Nope. Who said he was jealous?
"His name is Baekhyun and he is just the cutest thing in the world." The elder's heart crashes at the words. "Besides my Soo of course," Jongin unknowingly saves himself. But Kyungsoo can't shake the feeling of pain in his heart.
Then the kid has to actually come in through the open door, curiously examining everything in the room with imploring eyes. "Hi," he chirps, blonde hair even brighter than the almost-twins. "Kai?" At least he doesn't call him Jongin.
"Over here little one," he almost coos. Almost.
Baekhyun happily skips over to him, ignoring everyone else in the room; Jongin will have to teach him manners first. The rest of the group gathers around the new boy too, pinching his cheeks and petting the top of his head. They never did that to Kyungsoo and he can honestly say he doesn't like the feeling that's growing in the pit of his stomach, taking over the nerves in his body to make him move and see what all the big fuss is about, what it is that everyone is sees that makes them grab at him.
Baekhyun is gorgeous. How did he not notice it the first time around? He's got slightly rounded cheeks, flat ears, and a pert nose. His short hair seriously makes him even cuter, giving a schoolboy that went to the wrong hairdresser effect, and the blonde color is the cherry on top. You wouldn't be able to tell if he was 12 or 20.
"How old are you?" Xiumin asks a familiar question.
"Twenty." Bingo. "But I'll be twenty-one in May."
"You're as old as our Kyungie," Kai clasps his hands together.
"Actually he's older. I'm '93 line, he's '92."
"He already has your birthday memorized," Sehun and Luhan stare at him.
"It's not- ugh. I'm going to deal with women, they're easier than you bunch." Kyungsoo makes his way to the door, pulling it open before slipping out into the hot air of the club.
"What's wrong with him?" He thinks he hears Tao mutter before he completely immerses himself in booze and breasts. He guesses that he got used to be the only new guy around- the only one that the guys wanted to know more about and obsessed over. It kind of hurts, like a splinter that you knew was coming eventually from sliding your hand on the wood, one that won't come out no matter how hard you pinch. He's not ready to give up the attention just yet, not after only nine months of working here.
--
"Kyungsoo, go get me and Baekhyun another drink."
"Kyungsoo, can you leave so I can train Baekhyun a little bit?"
"Kyungsoo, which tie do you think suits Baek more?"
"Kyungsoo, you're interrupting my time with Baek."
Baek Baek Baek. If he hears that name one more fucking time he's going to explode. It wasn't so bad at first, having Jongin off his back all the time while he's with his appointments. It wasn't bad either when Jongin would choose to tutor Baekhyun instead of dance with him. But it is bad when he starts to miss it- the little blows in his ear when Jongin is trying to get him to stop being mad over something he did, or the pressure on Kyungsoo's shoulder from the arm always slumped over it. Hopefully Baekhyun will be gone after a while.
--
But Baekhyun doesn't leave. In fact, he starts coming in on regular nights instead of just Saturday. He's completely redone his wardrobe and dyed his hair a light brown, making him even more adorable. Jongin still spends a lot of time with the trainee, divided with the time that he spares for Kyungsoo. His appointments try to cheer him up; buying him more drinks, calling on him more, and dancing the shit out of him. He's too tired when he gets home from the restless women and sleeps away his classes.
"You're glaring," Luhan smiles at him.
"No I'm not, I'm assessing."
"You're glaring," Sehun nods from the other side of him. "You're jealous."
"Well thank you Captain Obvious, would like a cookie?"
"Sure."
"You go get yourself a cookie," Luhan tells him and he walks away. One mustn't disobey Luhan. "Tell me what's wrong."
"It's obvious what's wrong! That little attention whore wants Jongin all to himself and I'm tired of it." Kyungsoo pouts, it's really the only thing he can do at this point.
"So you're jealous," he notes again.
"YES I AM JEALOUS!"
"Why are you jealous?" Jongin suddenly walks in the room, Baekhyun hot on his heel.
"Because Lay got the good Gin," Luhan says and glances at him from the side. That means Kyungsoo owes him one.
"I'll get the good Gin for you Kyungie. No big deal," Jongin pulls out another bottle from behind the bar.
"But I don't want to have to share it with Lay," his bottle lip juts out again against his will.
"You'd never have to share with Lay, though." They become entranced in a staring contest of sorts, Jongin's eyebrows furrowed while Kyungsoo's eyes look almost desperate, pleading for something the younger doesn't know of, something he wants but he doesn't know if Kyungsoo does.
"I'm sure Lay has more than one?" Baekhyun tries. Fucking Baekhyun.
Just the name drives Kyungsoo to drop his chin to his chest and slip out of the room, flooding in his chest not helping his breathing but why is he even sad? It's not like he's in love with Jongin or anything.
--
"Happy one year anniversary," is whispered into Kyungsoo's ear. He whips around, voice unfamiliar and daunting. "Chill, it's just me," Baekhyun's voice sounds normal then.
One year anniversary. One year of lovers exploiting their gay, a playboy using his talents, a kid that's older than the rest, and a force to be reckoned with. Then for the past 3 months there's been the puppy, well trained now and set off without a leash. He and Baekhyun aren't particularly close, still, but they're better friends than before. Kyungsoo taught him how to do aegyo without seeming like he's trying to- it always works for more customers.
Jongin even stayed over at his apartment again, about a month ago. It was kind of awkward, they hadn't been stuck together like glue since Baekhyun, and Kyungsoo was feeling at odds with himself (do I like him?). There was also, thankfully, more intelligent conversation with Wufan ("What do you mean you only top?") and he can go back to the supermarket he found after Jongin embarrassed him out of his old regular.
It's really been a learning experience too. Baekhyun brought some things to the table that he wouldn't have thought of before, like applying eyeliner can definitely make someone look sexier, or that tequila tastes better when you put it in something else, like soda.
There was even a life changing moment, not two weeks ago, as Kyungsoo watched Jongin dance. He was hyper that night, jumping around with a glass of chilled vodka and asking Kyungsoo to dance. He went with him of course, listened to his rambunctious thoughts on the perks of being a natural born dancer and even humoring him by the dancing the same way: head banging crazy. It makes him laugh when he thinks about it now. He had just looked up for a second, just to make sure Jongin was still standing, when the corner of his jacket and tank top slid off his body.
There's a difference between seeing a sliver of someone's shoulder in passing when they're sitting on the couch and seeing a full-on bald shoulder, tensing and relaxing with each muscle movement, shining slightly under the lights of the club. He couldn't take his eyes off of the naked skin. It was beautiful, breathtakingly tone, and he couldn't help but wonder what the rest of Jongin's body looked like. Kyungsoo found that his pants were quite tight and there was a prominent stick in his pants, right below the zipper. Thank god no one noticed and he allowed himself to cool down.
But he realized he might have more than normal feelings for Jongin; something he suspected since they first locked eyes.
"Thanks," he replies absentmindedly. Baekhyun is still a pest.
"We should have a celebration!" Luhan and Sehun throw confetti, he can't remember when they came in the lounge.
"I agree." Oh, Xiumin and Tao are here too.
"I'm making an announcement, Kyungie is going to get wasted tonight," Jongin smiles at him, walking out of the room and into the DJ's booth (the DJ is some guy named Hyunshik, maybe?).
"I am excited to party extra hard," Sehun smiles, biting at his nails. Luhan pulls his hand away from his face immediately, muttering a stop that.
"I can't believe it's been a year," Kyungsoo meekly smiles. This club and these people have really opened up his life to the point that he doesn't know what he would be doing if he hadn't met them.
"Don't cry, Kyungie," Jongin comes back, standing in front of a sitting Kyungsoo and dropping his hands on the elder's shoulders.
"I'm not!" But his words don't matter because he immediately wipes at his eyes, he can't cry in front of all his friends!
"There's a lot of people here tonight," Baekhyun says as he peeks out of the door.
"We might have given our buyers a special notice," Sehun winks.
"Oh god."
"Well then let's not keep them waiting," Minseok says and Tao drags him by his arm into the sea of bodies.
There's a multitude of greetings by all the women. Here's Yoona, Kai's regular customer, Seohyun, Xiumin's regular, (even Hyorin showed up again) and the majority of his own regulars join in. They even bring out a cake; they being Lay and Jongin. He makes 100% sure they aren't going to smash his face in before cutting it, taking a piece of his eyeball from the spray-on edible paint. Tonight is going to be a great night and he won't even think of Baekhyun and Jongin, not even once.
"Hey," arms circle around his waist and a mouth reeking of alcohol by his ear. He turns around in the fragile arms but they don't let up. "Oh. Hey, Taeyeon ah."
"Baby," she moans, "I hear it's your one year anniversary of being a host."
"Yeah, something like that," he takes another bite of cake.
"Dance with your top payer then oppa," Taeyeon drags him much like Tao did and he barely has time to put his plate down. Why is she calling him oppa when she's years older than him?
When they get to the dance floor, squished together from the amount of people that would probably be way over their capacity limit, Kyungsoo naturally places his hand on her hips and Taeyeon's hand go to his shoulder, the other laced with his and held high in the air. They've done this one too many times: her hand moves from his shoulder to his chest and lower before he forces it back up again. This girl is like a seductress who always gets her way and is never tired of the rejection.
After the 5th time of cutting off Taeyeon's attempts at feeling more, she leans in closer to yell over the music, "come with me."
Maybe he shouldn't follow her, Kyungsoo thinks, this girl is a wave of bad feelings. But then she's smiling and being cute so he has to, has to make his customer happy. He finds himself in a room that's all too familiar, he's been here so many times before but this time the air is different. Taeyeon pushes him onto the couch and he can't find the strength to resist. When she bends down, shirt hanging low to expose collar bones and other things that he shouldn't see, his legs feel numb because he can already tell that this is wrong.
"Just sit back and relax, yeah?"
Kyungsoo thinks that maybe to any other man, that would have been seductive. Any other man would be dying to be in his seat right now, in front of (a now stripping) beautiful women. But all he can imagine is slimmer hips, skin that's tan but has a shiny hue, shoulders that are broader with less collar bone, and thick lips that he really wants to taste.
It's when Taeyeon has her dress sliding off too small shoulders that the door opens and light floods in making him squint with blindness. "Kyungsoo?" He knows that voice all too well.
"Ya, get out Kai. Noona is trying to have fun."
"Not with my Kyungsoo you aren't!"
Jongin yanks him up by his arm. At this rate his appendage is going to fall off. "What, are you two dating or something?" She scoffs.
"Kyungsoo is mine and he will not succumb to your slutty ways, Taeyeon." They're out of the room before she can reply.
He trips every other step trying to keep up with Jongin's obviously angry strides. They head down the hall and into one of the regular rooms where the hosts have sessions with their women. Kyungsoo doesn't have time to look around and see whose room before he's being slammed against the wall and wincing in pain.
"What was that?" The younger yells at him.
"What was what?" Kyungsoo plays dumb.
"You know goddamn well what I'm talking about!" Jongin's hand squeezes on his forearm.
"I-" Is all he can say because his brain-to-mouth filter is working perfectly fine and his thoughts are not something that should be spilled.
"Tell me!" He yells again before stepping forward and crashing his lips Kyungsoo's. This isn't exactly how he thought their first kiss would go, but it will do with the butterflies in his stomach and the way his lips naturally curve around Jongin's, their bodies caving into each other's.
He gasps slightly when Jongin pulls back, wanting to taste him more and more and more and never stop. "That was me not knowing how to tell her I'm in love with the host club's director."
"You have no idea how long I've been waiting to hear those words," Jongin's breath fans across his face. "And you have no idea how beautiful you are."
"Don't say those things if you don't plan on making me yours," Kyungsoo smirks up at him with glassy eyes.
"You were mine from the minute I asked your name."
That seems like as good initiative as any to kiss again, so they do, softer than before with Jongin's top lip between his own, kneading and pressing. Kyungsoo feels a tongue swipe at him and opens his mouth wider to let their mouths be completely in touch. The younger is hasty in his pursuit to feel his way through every inch of Kyungsoo's mouth with his tongue.
He pushes back Jongin's jacket until it's on the floor then moves for shirt, breaking apart only to lift it over his head. "Are you sure you want to do this?" He asks Kyungsoo as the latter pushes him back to the couch, removing his own pants along the way.
"Yes. Do you want to?"
"I want to do what you want to do." He groans when Kyungsoo bites at his neck.
"Is it true that you're a virgin?" He starts to work on Jongin's belt as he straddles him. (Maybe he has a thing for virgins.)
"Yes. Are you?" Their crotches meet, heat almost melting their boxers to each other.
"I'm a normal person, unlike you," he hopes that the younger will get what he's saying because he really doesn't want to be blunt.
They don't talk anymore, just the removal of clothes until they're in nothing but socks and underwear, thriving in the way that skin feels against skin; sweat slicked fingers trailing over hardened nipples. Kyungsoo takes one into his mouth and is happy to find out that Jongin is very aroused by it, moans of his name filling the room to the brim.
Jongin's hands drag lines down his back as he switches to the other one, fiddling with the hem until his fingers skim across the bare skin of his ass and squeeze. He's more than pleased to find out that that's one of Kyungsoo's small kinks and it makes him buck into the younger, tents bashing heads and they both moan loudly.
Jongin takes off his last article of clothing followed by Kyungsoo and they can't help but stare. His boss is absolutely stunning, an eye-catcher, a breath-taker, so much that he wants to snap a picture in case he doesn't get this chance again. He also finally spares a second to look around the room and he figures it's Jongin's private session room, it has to be.
"We're going to fuck in your office?" Kyungsoo moves to suck more at his neck.
"Don't- ah. Say that- oh god. It's making- fuck. Love- jesus right there."
"My name isn't Jesus but if you're into that," he smiles against the wet skin.
The thought that Jongin will think of them making love every time he enters the room has his cock growing harder. Kyungsoo takes the younger's hand and sets it around his length, pumping fast until Jongin's rubbing his own hardness between his legs. They're both achingly horny, ready to be thoroughly undone and sated. Now comes to the tedious part that Kyungsoo always hates.
"Just let me do the work, yeah?" He whispers in Jongin's ear before pushing him to sit completely back. "I'm going to ride you, baby."
"Oh fuck, Kyungsoo," the other moans.
The elder pushes two fingers past Jongin's swollen lips and he sucks hard, swirling his tongue around the digits before they're yanked out along with his spit. He watches the hand descend behind him, between plush thighs, and up until he's wincing in pain. He kisses Kyungsoo to try and take his mind off it with the lulling of his lips and it works for the most part. When he adds a second finger, though, and scissors wide, he's a panting mess and groaning out Jongin's name lowly. The sight is beyond erotic and has his own mouth watering with lust and hunger.
The third finger has him screaming profanities, riding his own fingers before he has a chance on Jongin's dick. And then Kyungsoo thinks that he shouldn't be wasting his time with fingering himself open and removes them, crawling off the younger's lap and onto his knees in front of him. His cock has to be nice and lubed for less resistance and pain.
Teasing is half the fun. Kyungsoo knows that so he kisses all around Jongin's high-strung skin except for the loud red swinging high above his thighs. His hands eventually find themselves threaded through Kyungsoo's silky black hair and forcing him to his cock, which is in much need of attention. The lips feel heavenly wrapped tight around the foreskin.
He takes Jongin down his throat on the first bob then goes shallow, rolling his tongue over veins and the distended skin of the head. He tastes so good so Kyungsoo moans around him, using the fingers he used to stretch himself to twist the skin where his stretched and cracked lips won't reach. Jongin naturally bucks into his mouth before he has a hand settling him so he can pop his head off. By the way Jongin's thighs are shaking and hands pulling hard at his hair he know's the boy would come soon and he wants him to last longer when they get past the foreplay.
"Why'd you stop?" He whines.
"We haven't even gotten to the best part yet."
Kyungsoo uses the younger's boney knees as leverage and straddles him again, legs wide and hole pliable. Jongin holds his cock steady while the elder spreads his cheeks amply and sinks lower and lower until his ass is on Jongin's hips. It feels so good to be filled like this by the man he loves and he doesn't want anyone to ever be able to see Jongin like he is right now; doesn't want anyone to be able to kiss his chest like he does as he waits to adjust; doesn't want anyone to be able to feel his resolve crumbling and hips canting up.
He bounces once- twice- as many times as he can before his legs feel heavy with lactic acid so Jongin helps by meeting him halfway. Every time Kyungsoo's bottom hits Jongin, he makes a squeak from the impact, almost like being spanked (which is another one of his guilty pleasures). Jongin's hands guide his hips, occasionally realigning his cock when Kyungsoo brings himself up too far.
Jongin is licking a strip up Kyungsoo's chest and neck with his hips stutter. His mouth falls open and his eyes squeeze shut, the face of pure bliss. He comes a minute later with a half-assed I- I'm- oh god. The warm fluid fills him up to the brim and he clenches around the cock buried deep inside of him. Kyungsoo keeps riding him though, coercing the best orgasm he's ever had in his life; something his hand could never accomplish.
After he unfists his hands from the soft material of the couch, Jongin opens his eyes to see the still hard length of Kyungsoo, standing tall and touching his stomach. He wraps a tight hold on it and pumps as fast as he can, the least he can do is make Kyungsoo's experience just as pleasurable. But Jongin doesn't think there is any better feeling than the way his own come drips down from the elder's body and back onto his dick. Kyungsoo comes unexpectedly over knuckles and flexed abs, belly coiled tight with heat until it sends a rush throughout his entire system.
He slumps on Jongin, face flushed, exhausted from the ride. The latter isn't that much better but at least he has the energy to turn his head and kiss his boyfriend(?) passionately on the cheek. Kyungsoo returns the favor by pressing his lips into the soft skin right below his ear. Maybe they should have thought ahead, they both think, as the doors open to reveal their sweaty bodies pressed against each other with come running down and over body parts.
"Hey Sehun, it looks like we're going to have people to double date with."
--
Over the course of the next year, the couple go on many dates with Sehun and Luhan (sometimes they disappear into the bathroom for 20 minutes). The rest of the hosts welcomed their relation with open arms and a lot of finally's and goddamn it's about time's. Xiumin was probably the most excited and even threw them a party.
Needless to say, after that little escapade, Jongin and Kyungsoo quit the hosting game. They both joined the circus! Ha, no, Kyungsoo is still in college and rooming with Wufan while Jongin lives off his daddy's money trying to figure out what to do with his free time and life in general. He's not complaining though, what with all the fancy dates he gets taken to and discounts at random places because one of his old clients or Jongin's friends own the place.
It took six months for them to say their 'I love you's again, after Kyungsoo had packed them a picnic basket and went out to the park. Had it not been so windy, causing the food wrappers to fly away, he would say the day couldn't have been more perfect.
It took them another month after that to have sex again, Jongin claiming that it wasn't right to start off the relationship with sex and they needed to ease into it. ("You weren't saying that when I was on your lap," Kyungsoo snorts.)
Luhan is still going strong with his young lover, Suho took over as director, and they've replaced Kyungsoo with Baekhyun. Life is perfect.
"But why do I have to multiply by the denominator again!?" He and Jongin sit at the desk on his room, tutoring the younger because Algebra is just too hard and stupid.
"So that they cancel out!" Kyungsoo pulls at his hair in frustration.
"Chill, babe, want me to massage those knots out?" He sets his book down. Jongin being versatile and having mood swings is actually a pretty great thing.
"Would you?"
"Of course."
Jongin definitely has magic fingers as they knead and pull at his aching muscles. "My fucking professor gave us two days to write a complete personality analysis on one character of this play we're reading. I'm tired of his shit."
"Do you want me to get him fired?" Jongin asks in his baby talk.
"Ha ha," Kyungsoo replies, curving his spine more to really get out those kinks.
"In repayment for my services I want a kiss," he says after another 10 minutes of killing his hands.
"Yeah?" The elder twists in his seat and fists his hand in Jongin's shirt, pulling him down into a soft kiss that quickly turns heated when the younger boy licks into his mouth.
"Do you ha- oh god I am so sick and tired of walking in on you guys doing something. First it's kissing, then it's sex," Wufan shivers, "and now you're making out again."
Jongin pulls away reluctantly. "Maybe if you knocked on the goddamn door."
"Don't glare at me!" Wufan pouts. "Kyungsoo, he's glaring at me!"
"Stop glaring, Jongin."
"Why do you always take his side!?"
Kris sticks his tongue out at him before walking out and closing the door to his room.
"I take his side so he'll leave faster and let me kiss you," Kyungsoo's breath glosses over him as he pulls him down for another kiss.
"Why don't you just move in with me?"
"Jongin, we've been through this-"
"I already bought the apartment. With my own money, too, from the job my dad gave me at his company."
"I guess it wouldn't be that bad." He says after a few minutes of silence. The walls to his heart have gone down so far he's sure they'll never come back up.
"Besides, you'll have to live with me when we get married. Might as well start the domestic life now."
There's something to be noticed with the way Jongin gazes at Kyungsoo. There's also something to be noticed about the way Kyungsoo smiles brighter at his boyfriend (fiancee) than anyone else. It's the way that Jongin holds his name on his tongue like it's something tangibly fragile, and the way that Kyungsoo cooks with extra love and care because he knows that his boyfriend will be coming to their apartment to eat it after a long day. Their hearts are open to each other like books and they definitely don't mind reading it.
-Part One- -Part Two-
"You're getting an understudy?" Sehun and Luhan ask in a critical tone.
"Yep, he said he wants to learn how to be host so I decided to help," Kai smiles at the group.
"That's... good," Kyungsoo shows off a fake smile. He's not jealous. Nope. Who said he was jealous?
"His name is Baekhyun and he is just the cutest thing in the world." The elder's heart crashes at the words. "Besides my Soo of course," Jongin unknowingly saves himself. But Kyungsoo can't shake the feeling of pain in his heart.
Then the kid has to actually come in through the open door, curiously examining everything in the room with imploring eyes. "Hi," he chirps, blonde hair even brighter than the almost-twins. "Kai?" At least he doesn't call him Jongin.
"Over here little one," he almost coos. Almost.
Baekhyun happily skips over to him, ignoring everyone else in the room; Jongin will have to teach him manners first. The rest of the group gathers around the new boy too, pinching his cheeks and petting the top of his head. They never did that to Kyungsoo and he can honestly say he doesn't like the feeling that's growing in the pit of his stomach, taking over the nerves in his body to make him move and see what all the big fuss is about, what it is that everyone is sees that makes them grab at him.
Baekhyun is gorgeous. How did he not notice it the first time around? He's got slightly rounded cheeks, flat ears, and a pert nose. His short hair seriously makes him even cuter, giving a schoolboy that went to the wrong hairdresser effect, and the blonde color is the cherry on top. You wouldn't be able to tell if he was 12 or 20.
"How old are you?" Xiumin asks a familiar question.
"Twenty." Bingo. "But I'll be twenty-one in May."
"You're as old as our Kyungie," Kai clasps his hands together.
"Actually he's older. I'm '93 line, he's '92."
"He already has your birthday memorized," Sehun and Luhan stare at him.
"It's not- ugh. I'm going to deal with women, they're easier than you bunch." Kyungsoo makes his way to the door, pulling it open before slipping out into the hot air of the club.
"What's wrong with him?" He thinks he hears Tao mutter before he completely immerses himself in booze and breasts. He guesses that he got used to be the only new guy around- the only one that the guys wanted to know more about and obsessed over. It kind of hurts, like a splinter that you knew was coming eventually from sliding your hand on the wood, one that won't come out no matter how hard you pinch. He's not ready to give up the attention just yet, not after only nine months of working here.
--
"Kyungsoo, go get me and Baekhyun another drink."
"Kyungsoo, can you leave so I can train Baekhyun a little bit?"
"Kyungsoo, which tie do you think suits Baek more?"
"Kyungsoo, you're interrupting my time with Baek."
Baek Baek Baek. If he hears that name one more fucking time he's going to explode. It wasn't so bad at first, having Jongin off his back all the time while he's with his appointments. It wasn't bad either when Jongin would choose to tutor Baekhyun instead of dance with him. But it is bad when he starts to miss it- the little blows in his ear when Jongin is trying to get him to stop being mad over something he did, or the pressure on Kyungsoo's shoulder from the arm always slumped over it. Hopefully Baekhyun will be gone after a while.
--
But Baekhyun doesn't leave. In fact, he starts coming in on regular nights instead of just Saturday. He's completely redone his wardrobe and dyed his hair a light brown, making him even more adorable. Jongin still spends a lot of time with the trainee, divided with the time that he spares for Kyungsoo. His appointments try to cheer him up; buying him more drinks, calling on him more, and dancing the shit out of him. He's too tired when he gets home from the restless women and sleeps away his classes.
"You're glaring," Luhan smiles at him.
"No I'm not, I'm assessing."
"You're glaring," Sehun nods from the other side of him. "You're jealous."
"Well thank you Captain Obvious, would like a cookie?"
"Sure."
"You go get yourself a cookie," Luhan tells him and he walks away. One mustn't disobey Luhan. "Tell me what's wrong."
"It's obvious what's wrong! That little attention whore wants Jongin all to himself and I'm tired of it." Kyungsoo pouts, it's really the only thing he can do at this point.
"So you're jealous," he notes again.
"YES I AM JEALOUS!"
"Why are you jealous?" Jongin suddenly walks in the room, Baekhyun hot on his heel.
"Because Lay got the good Gin," Luhan says and glances at him from the side. That means Kyungsoo owes him one.
"I'll get the good Gin for you Kyungie. No big deal," Jongin pulls out another bottle from behind the bar.
"But I don't want to have to share it with Lay," his bottle lip juts out again against his will.
"You'd never have to share with Lay, though." They become entranced in a staring contest of sorts, Jongin's eyebrows furrowed while Kyungsoo's eyes look almost desperate, pleading for something the younger doesn't know of, something he wants but he doesn't know if Kyungsoo does.
"I'm sure Lay has more than one?" Baekhyun tries. Fucking Baekhyun.
Just the name drives Kyungsoo to drop his chin to his chest and slip out of the room, flooding in his chest not helping his breathing but why is he even sad? It's not like he's in love with Jongin or anything.
--
"Happy one year anniversary," is whispered into Kyungsoo's ear. He whips around, voice unfamiliar and daunting. "Chill, it's just me," Baekhyun's voice sounds normal then.
One year anniversary. One year of lovers exploiting their gay, a playboy using his talents, a kid that's older than the rest, and a force to be reckoned with. Then for the past 3 months there's been the puppy, well trained now and set off without a leash. He and Baekhyun aren't particularly close, still, but they're better friends than before. Kyungsoo taught him how to do aegyo without seeming like he's trying to- it always works for more customers.
Jongin even stayed over at his apartment again, about a month ago. It was kind of awkward, they hadn't been stuck together like glue since Baekhyun, and Kyungsoo was feeling at odds with himself (do I like him?). There was also, thankfully, more intelligent conversation with Wufan ("What do you mean you only top?") and he can go back to the supermarket he found after Jongin embarrassed him out of his old regular.
It's really been a learning experience too. Baekhyun brought some things to the table that he wouldn't have thought of before, like applying eyeliner can definitely make someone look sexier, or that tequila tastes better when you put it in something else, like soda.
There was even a life changing moment, not two weeks ago, as Kyungsoo watched Jongin dance. He was hyper that night, jumping around with a glass of chilled vodka and asking Kyungsoo to dance. He went with him of course, listened to his rambunctious thoughts on the perks of being a natural born dancer and even humoring him by the dancing the same way: head banging crazy. It makes him laugh when he thinks about it now. He had just looked up for a second, just to make sure Jongin was still standing, when the corner of his jacket and tank top slid off his body.
There's a difference between seeing a sliver of someone's shoulder in passing when they're sitting on the couch and seeing a full-on bald shoulder, tensing and relaxing with each muscle movement, shining slightly under the lights of the club. He couldn't take his eyes off of the naked skin. It was beautiful, breathtakingly tone, and he couldn't help but wonder what the rest of Jongin's body looked like. Kyungsoo found that his pants were quite tight and there was a prominent stick in his pants, right below the zipper. Thank god no one noticed and he allowed himself to cool down.
But he realized he might have more than normal feelings for Jongin; something he suspected since they first locked eyes.
"Thanks," he replies absentmindedly. Baekhyun is still a pest.
"We should have a celebration!" Luhan and Sehun throw confetti, he can't remember when they came in the lounge.
"I agree." Oh, Xiumin and Tao are here too.
"I'm making an announcement, Kyungie is going to get wasted tonight," Jongin smiles at him, walking out of the room and into the DJ's booth (the DJ is some guy named Hyunshik, maybe?).
"I am excited to party extra hard," Sehun smiles, biting at his nails. Luhan pulls his hand away from his face immediately, muttering a stop that.
"I can't believe it's been a year," Kyungsoo meekly smiles. This club and these people have really opened up his life to the point that he doesn't know what he would be doing if he hadn't met them.
"Don't cry, Kyungie," Jongin comes back, standing in front of a sitting Kyungsoo and dropping his hands on the elder's shoulders.
"I'm not!" But his words don't matter because he immediately wipes at his eyes, he can't cry in front of all his friends!
"There's a lot of people here tonight," Baekhyun says as he peeks out of the door.
"We might have given our buyers a special notice," Sehun winks.
"Oh god."
"Well then let's not keep them waiting," Minseok says and Tao drags him by his arm into the sea of bodies.
There's a multitude of greetings by all the women. Here's Yoona, Kai's regular customer, Seohyun, Xiumin's regular, (even Hyorin showed up again) and the majority of his own regulars join in. They even bring out a cake; they being Lay and Jongin. He makes 100% sure they aren't going to smash his face in before cutting it, taking a piece of his eyeball from the spray-on edible paint. Tonight is going to be a great night and he won't even think of Baekhyun and Jongin, not even once.
"Hey," arms circle around his waist and a mouth reeking of alcohol by his ear. He turns around in the fragile arms but they don't let up. "Oh. Hey, Taeyeon ah."
"Baby," she moans, "I hear it's your one year anniversary of being a host."
"Yeah, something like that," he takes another bite of cake.
"Dance with your top payer then oppa," Taeyeon drags him much like Tao did and he barely has time to put his plate down. Why is she calling him oppa when she's years older than him?
When they get to the dance floor, squished together from the amount of people that would probably be way over their capacity limit, Kyungsoo naturally places his hand on her hips and Taeyeon's hand go to his shoulder, the other laced with his and held high in the air. They've done this one too many times: her hand moves from his shoulder to his chest and lower before he forces it back up again. This girl is like a seductress who always gets her way and is never tired of the rejection.
After the 5th time of cutting off Taeyeon's attempts at feeling more, she leans in closer to yell over the music, "come with me."
Maybe he shouldn't follow her, Kyungsoo thinks, this girl is a wave of bad feelings. But then she's smiling and being cute so he has to, has to make his customer happy. He finds himself in a room that's all too familiar, he's been here so many times before but this time the air is different. Taeyeon pushes him onto the couch and he can't find the strength to resist. When she bends down, shirt hanging low to expose collar bones and other things that he shouldn't see, his legs feel numb because he can already tell that this is wrong.
"Just sit back and relax, yeah?"
Kyungsoo thinks that maybe to any other man, that would have been seductive. Any other man would be dying to be in his seat right now, in front of (a now stripping) beautiful women. But all he can imagine is slimmer hips, skin that's tan but has a shiny hue, shoulders that are broader with less collar bone, and thick lips that he really wants to taste.
It's when Taeyeon has her dress sliding off too small shoulders that the door opens and light floods in making him squint with blindness. "Kyungsoo?" He knows that voice all too well.
"Ya, get out Kai. Noona is trying to have fun."
"Not with my Kyungsoo you aren't!"
Jongin yanks him up by his arm. At this rate his appendage is going to fall off. "What, are you two dating or something?" She scoffs.
"Kyungsoo is mine and he will not succumb to your slutty ways, Taeyeon." They're out of the room before she can reply.
He trips every other step trying to keep up with Jongin's obviously angry strides. They head down the hall and into one of the regular rooms where the hosts have sessions with their women. Kyungsoo doesn't have time to look around and see whose room before he's being slammed against the wall and wincing in pain.
"What was that?" The younger yells at him.
"What was what?" Kyungsoo plays dumb.
"You know goddamn well what I'm talking about!" Jongin's hand squeezes on his forearm.
"I-" Is all he can say because his brain-to-mouth filter is working perfectly fine and his thoughts are not something that should be spilled.
"Tell me!" He yells again before stepping forward and crashing his lips Kyungsoo's. This isn't exactly how he thought their first kiss would go, but it will do with the butterflies in his stomach and the way his lips naturally curve around Jongin's, their bodies caving into each other's.
He gasps slightly when Jongin pulls back, wanting to taste him more and more and more and never stop. "That was me not knowing how to tell her I'm in love with the host club's director."
"You have no idea how long I've been waiting to hear those words," Jongin's breath fans across his face. "And you have no idea how beautiful you are."
"Don't say those things if you don't plan on making me yours," Kyungsoo smirks up at him with glassy eyes.
"You were mine from the minute I asked your name."
That seems like as good initiative as any to kiss again, so they do, softer than before with Jongin's top lip between his own, kneading and pressing. Kyungsoo feels a tongue swipe at him and opens his mouth wider to let their mouths be completely in touch. The younger is hasty in his pursuit to feel his way through every inch of Kyungsoo's mouth with his tongue.
He pushes back Jongin's jacket until it's on the floor then moves for shirt, breaking apart only to lift it over his head. "Are you sure you want to do this?" He asks Kyungsoo as the latter pushes him back to the couch, removing his own pants along the way.
"Yes. Do you want to?"
"I want to do what you want to do." He groans when Kyungsoo bites at his neck.
"Is it true that you're a virgin?" He starts to work on Jongin's belt as he straddles him. (Maybe he has a thing for virgins.)
"Yes. Are you?" Their crotches meet, heat almost melting their boxers to each other.
"I'm a normal person, unlike you," he hopes that the younger will get what he's saying because he really doesn't want to be blunt.
They don't talk anymore, just the removal of clothes until they're in nothing but socks and underwear, thriving in the way that skin feels against skin; sweat slicked fingers trailing over hardened nipples. Kyungsoo takes one into his mouth and is happy to find out that Jongin is very aroused by it, moans of his name filling the room to the brim.
Jongin's hands drag lines down his back as he switches to the other one, fiddling with the hem until his fingers skim across the bare skin of his ass and squeeze. He's more than pleased to find out that that's one of Kyungsoo's small kinks and it makes him buck into the younger, tents bashing heads and they both moan loudly.
Jongin takes off his last article of clothing followed by Kyungsoo and they can't help but stare. His boss is absolutely stunning, an eye-catcher, a breath-taker, so much that he wants to snap a picture in case he doesn't get this chance again. He also finally spares a second to look around the room and he figures it's Jongin's private session room, it has to be.
"We're going to fuck in your office?" Kyungsoo moves to suck more at his neck.
"Don't- ah. Say that- oh god. It's making- fuck. Love- jesus right there."
"My name isn't Jesus but if you're into that," he smiles against the wet skin.
The thought that Jongin will think of them making love every time he enters the room has his cock growing harder. Kyungsoo takes the younger's hand and sets it around his length, pumping fast until Jongin's rubbing his own hardness between his legs. They're both achingly horny, ready to be thoroughly undone and sated. Now comes to the tedious part that Kyungsoo always hates.
"Just let me do the work, yeah?" He whispers in Jongin's ear before pushing him to sit completely back. "I'm going to ride you, baby."
"Oh fuck, Kyungsoo," the other moans.
The elder pushes two fingers past Jongin's swollen lips and he sucks hard, swirling his tongue around the digits before they're yanked out along with his spit. He watches the hand descend behind him, between plush thighs, and up until he's wincing in pain. He kisses Kyungsoo to try and take his mind off it with the lulling of his lips and it works for the most part. When he adds a second finger, though, and scissors wide, he's a panting mess and groaning out Jongin's name lowly. The sight is beyond erotic and has his own mouth watering with lust and hunger.
The third finger has him screaming profanities, riding his own fingers before he has a chance on Jongin's dick. And then Kyungsoo thinks that he shouldn't be wasting his time with fingering himself open and removes them, crawling off the younger's lap and onto his knees in front of him. His cock has to be nice and lubed for less resistance and pain.
Teasing is half the fun. Kyungsoo knows that so he kisses all around Jongin's high-strung skin except for the loud red swinging high above his thighs. His hands eventually find themselves threaded through Kyungsoo's silky black hair and forcing him to his cock, which is in much need of attention. The lips feel heavenly wrapped tight around the foreskin.
He takes Jongin down his throat on the first bob then goes shallow, rolling his tongue over veins and the distended skin of the head. He tastes so good so Kyungsoo moans around him, using the fingers he used to stretch himself to twist the skin where his stretched and cracked lips won't reach. Jongin naturally bucks into his mouth before he has a hand settling him so he can pop his head off. By the way Jongin's thighs are shaking and hands pulling hard at his hair he know's the boy would come soon and he wants him to last longer when they get past the foreplay.
"Why'd you stop?" He whines.
"We haven't even gotten to the best part yet."
Kyungsoo uses the younger's boney knees as leverage and straddles him again, legs wide and hole pliable. Jongin holds his cock steady while the elder spreads his cheeks amply and sinks lower and lower until his ass is on Jongin's hips. It feels so good to be filled like this by the man he loves and he doesn't want anyone to ever be able to see Jongin like he is right now; doesn't want anyone to be able to kiss his chest like he does as he waits to adjust; doesn't want anyone to be able to feel his resolve crumbling and hips canting up.
He bounces once- twice- as many times as he can before his legs feel heavy with lactic acid so Jongin helps by meeting him halfway. Every time Kyungsoo's bottom hits Jongin, he makes a squeak from the impact, almost like being spanked (which is another one of his guilty pleasures). Jongin's hands guide his hips, occasionally realigning his cock when Kyungsoo brings himself up too far.
Jongin is licking a strip up Kyungsoo's chest and neck with his hips stutter. His mouth falls open and his eyes squeeze shut, the face of pure bliss. He comes a minute later with a half-assed I- I'm- oh god. The warm fluid fills him up to the brim and he clenches around the cock buried deep inside of him. Kyungsoo keeps riding him though, coercing the best orgasm he's ever had in his life; something his hand could never accomplish.
After he unfists his hands from the soft material of the couch, Jongin opens his eyes to see the still hard length of Kyungsoo, standing tall and touching his stomach. He wraps a tight hold on it and pumps as fast as he can, the least he can do is make Kyungsoo's experience just as pleasurable. But Jongin doesn't think there is any better feeling than the way his own come drips down from the elder's body and back onto his dick. Kyungsoo comes unexpectedly over knuckles and flexed abs, belly coiled tight with heat until it sends a rush throughout his entire system.
He slumps on Jongin, face flushed, exhausted from the ride. The latter isn't that much better but at least he has the energy to turn his head and kiss his boyfriend(?) passionately on the cheek. Kyungsoo returns the favor by pressing his lips into the soft skin right below his ear. Maybe they should have thought ahead, they both think, as the doors open to reveal their sweaty bodies pressed against each other with come running down and over body parts.
"Hey Sehun, it looks like we're going to have people to double date with."
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Over the course of the next year, the couple go on many dates with Sehun and Luhan (sometimes they disappear into the bathroom for 20 minutes). The rest of the hosts welcomed their relation with open arms and a lot of finally's and goddamn it's about time's. Xiumin was probably the most excited and even threw them a party.
Needless to say, after that little escapade, Jongin and Kyungsoo quit the hosting game. They both joined the circus! Ha, no, Kyungsoo is still in college and rooming with Wufan while Jongin lives off his daddy's money trying to figure out what to do with his free time and life in general. He's not complaining though, what with all the fancy dates he gets taken to and discounts at random places because one of his old clients or Jongin's friends own the place.
It took six months for them to say their 'I love you's again, after Kyungsoo had packed them a picnic basket and went out to the park. Had it not been so windy, causing the food wrappers to fly away, he would say the day couldn't have been more perfect.
It took them another month after that to have sex again, Jongin claiming that it wasn't right to start off the relationship with sex and they needed to ease into it. ("You weren't saying that when I was on your lap," Kyungsoo snorts.)
Luhan is still going strong with his young lover, Suho took over as director, and they've replaced Kyungsoo with Baekhyun. Life is perfect.
"But why do I have to multiply by the denominator again!?" He and Jongin sit at the desk on his room, tutoring the younger because Algebra is just too hard and stupid.
"So that they cancel out!" Kyungsoo pulls at his hair in frustration.
"Chill, babe, want me to massage those knots out?" He sets his book down. Jongin being versatile and having mood swings is actually a pretty great thing.
"Would you?"
"Of course."
Jongin definitely has magic fingers as they knead and pull at his aching muscles. "My fucking professor gave us two days to write a complete personality analysis on one character of this play we're reading. I'm tired of his shit."
"Do you want me to get him fired?" Jongin asks in his baby talk.
"Ha ha," Kyungsoo replies, curving his spine more to really get out those kinks.
"In repayment for my services I want a kiss," he says after another 10 minutes of killing his hands.
"Yeah?" The elder twists in his seat and fists his hand in Jongin's shirt, pulling him down into a soft kiss that quickly turns heated when the younger boy licks into his mouth.
"Do you ha- oh god I am so sick and tired of walking in on you guys doing something. First it's kissing, then it's sex," Wufan shivers, "and now you're making out again."
Jongin pulls away reluctantly. "Maybe if you knocked on the goddamn door."
"Don't glare at me!" Wufan pouts. "Kyungsoo, he's glaring at me!"
"Stop glaring, Jongin."
"Why do you always take his side!?"
Kris sticks his tongue out at him before walking out and closing the door to his room.
"I take his side so he'll leave faster and let me kiss you," Kyungsoo's breath glosses over him as he pulls him down for another kiss.
"Why don't you just move in with me?"
"Jongin, we've been through this-"
"I already bought the apartment. With my own money, too, from the job my dad gave me at his company."
"I guess it wouldn't be that bad." He says after a few minutes of silence. The walls to his heart have gone down so far he's sure they'll never come back up.
"Besides, you'll have to live with me when we get married. Might as well start the domestic life now."
There's something to be noticed with the way Jongin gazes at Kyungsoo. There's also something to be noticed about the way Kyungsoo smiles brighter at his boyfriend (fiancee) than anyone else. It's the way that Jongin holds his name on his tongue like it's something tangibly fragile, and the way that Kyungsoo cooks with extra love and care because he knows that his boyfriend will be coming to their apartment to eat it after a long day. Their hearts are open to each other like books and they definitely don't mind reading it.
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