so very nice (1/1)
pairing: kai/d.o
rating: PG
wordcount: 1.1k
summary: There’s bound to be mistletoe at Jongdae’s christmas party, but Jongin doesn’t know how to kiss.
notes: merry christmas part 1/3 what if i name every xmas fic after a lyric from baby its cold outside
“I can’t go to this party,” Jongin announces, flopping down on Kyungsoo’s couch.
Kyungsoo peeks out of the kitchen to raise an eyebrow at him. “Why not? Yesterday you were excited.”
Sitting up a little, Jongin frowns at him pitifully. “Yesterday I didn’t know there would be mistletoe.”
“It’s a christmas party,” Kyungsoo says with a laugh, and Jongin frowns a little deeper. “Jongdae always goes all-out when he decorates his apartment. What did you expect?”
“You’re not helping,” Jongin whines.
Kyungsoo crosses his arms and leans against the doorframe. “What do you want me to do?”
“Support my decision to not go?”
“What does mistletoe have to do with whether you go or not?”
“Only everything,” Jongin huffs, pushing himself off the couch to pace back and forth in front of it. “What if I get caught underneath it with someone?”
Kyungsoo gives him a blank look. “So what if you do?”
Jongin stops in the middle of the room, his whole face flushing red. “I-I’ve never kissed anyone,” he admits in a rush.
“Really?” Kyungsoo asks, surprised. “Never?”
“Never ever,” Jongin says seriously, the gravity of the situation winning over his embarrassment. “I don’t know how to kiss, what if someone tries to kiss me or I’m supposed to kiss them and I mess it up?”
“How could you possibly mess it up?” Kyungsoo laughs. “I mean, kissing isn’t that hard.”
“I don’t know,” Jongin wails, hands over his eyes. “What if I miss, or open my mouth to wide, or - or use too much tongue? That’s a thing, right?”
“Not for innocent mistletoe kisses, it isn’t,” Kyungsoo says. “Wow, you’re a disaster.”
Jongin gives a pathetic whine and throws himself at the couch again, burying his face in the arm of it. He hears Kyungsoo sigh and cross the room, then the shift of cushions as he sits down next to him.
“It’s okay,” he says soothingly, patting Jongin’s head. “Listen, if you stop crying on my couch, I can teach you.”
“I’m not crying,” Jongin says immediately, sitting up. “Teach me what?”
“How to kiss.”
Jongin’s eyes go wide. “You’d do that?”
“Sure,” Kyungsoo says, shrugging. “But only if you’re done freaking out.”
“I am,” Jongin says quickly, turning on the couch to face him with a determined expression.
“You’re ready, then?” Kyungsoo asks, and Jongin nods so fast his vision blurs.
Kyungsoo smiles at him, then puts on a serious face. “Okay. So. Come here.”
Jongin shifts a little, only ending up a few centimetres closer than he used to be. Kyungsoo rolls his eyes and slides closer himself, until their knees brush. Jongin’s skin tingles a little.
“Alright. Lean in.”
It seems much too soon to be doing that, and Jongin pulls back, alarmed. “Can’t you do the - the leaning in part?”
Kyungsoo gives him an unimpressed look. “You’re the one who’s so worried about missing the target.” Jongin still looks uneasy, though, and Kyungsoo sighs. “You don’t even have to use your mouth yet. Just come closer.”
Ever so slowly, Jongin leans in, blushing bright red and not meeting Kyungsoo’s eyes - except he ends up staring at his mouth instead, and that doesn’t really help matters.
“Good. Now, tilt your head a little.”
Jongin cocks his head to one side, ear almost touching his shoulder. Kyungsoo laughs, reaching up to help him fix his position.
“A little, I said,” he snickers, gently tilting Jongin’s head to the proper, subtle angle. “Like this.” His hands slide off Jongin’s face, but his own smile stays. “Relax, okay?”
His shoulders are pretty tense, Jongin realizes. He does his best to unclench every tight muscle, then glances at Kyungsoo again.
“And then what?” he asks.
“And then we kiss,” Kyungsoo says, quieter. “Just… lean in a little more until your mouth hits my mouth.”
Jongin leans in a tiny bit, then pauses. “Softly, though, right?”
“Yes, soft. Don’t pucker up, and don’t use your tongue.”
Jongin smiles a little and glances up again, but Kyungsoo’s eyes are closed, like he’s waiting for it. Swallowing nervously, Jongin looks back at his lips, taking in how they’re parted, just a little. He’s so close - and it’s here, really, that he realizes he really, really wants to kiss Kyungsoo.
The last few centimetres seem to take forever, but all of a sudden their lips are brushing together. Startled, Jongin almost flinches back, but Kyungsoo’s lips move against his, just a little. It feels nice. Jongin presses in a bit to feel it again.
Kyungsoo’s mouth is warm, soft against his own, and pretty easy to kiss, if Jongin is doing it right. It’s just a gentle push and then a slow pull away, then another press in, another pull, repeat. They disconnect a couple times but Kyungsoo moves closer to connect their lips again, and before long Jongin is leaning back against the arm of the couch with Kyungsoo almost in his lap.
It’s tough to break apart, but Jongin figures it’s time when his lips start to feel a little numb. Luckily, Kyungsoo seems to have the same idea, because as soon as Jongin puts a hand on his chest, he pulls back to look at him.
“Got it?” he asks, and it takes Jongin a moment to remember that it was all a lesson.
“Y-yeah, think so.”
“Good,” Kyungsoo says, smiling at him, and moves back to his side of the couch. His lips are a little swollen, Jongin notices, and a darker red than they were before. Did he do that?
“So, if you come to the party,” Kyungsoo says, getting Jongin’s attention back, “I’ll stay with you the whole night and make sure no one traps you under any the mistletoe.”
Jongin nods slowly, but can’t help glancing down at Kyungsoo’s mouth again.
“But,” he squeaks, then clears his throat and tries again, “but what if we get trapped under together?”
Kyungsoo hums, considering it. Jongin feels a blush creeping up his neck, but can’t quite bring himself to wish he hadn’t asked.
“Well,” Kyungsoo finally says, “it’s a good thing we practiced just now, then, isn’t it?”
“I might need more practice,” Jongin mumbles.
Kyungsoo laughs and shifts closer again, sliding back into Jongin’s space. “If you say so,” he sighs dramatically, rolling his eyes like it’s a chore, but the grin on his face says different. Jongin mirrors it as he leans in, pressing his smile against Kyungsoo’s mouth and letting the warmth of his lips draw him deep into another kiss.
> 1 WEEK UNTIL CHRISTMAS
> (SCREAMING)
rating: PG
wordcount: 1.1k
summary: There’s bound to be mistletoe at Jongdae’s christmas party, but Jongin doesn’t know how to kiss.
notes: merry christmas part 1/3 what if i name every xmas fic after a lyric from baby its cold outside
“I can’t go to this party,” Jongin announces, flopping down on Kyungsoo’s couch.
Kyungsoo peeks out of the kitchen to raise an eyebrow at him. “Why not? Yesterday you were excited.”
Sitting up a little, Jongin frowns at him pitifully. “Yesterday I didn’t know there would be mistletoe.”
“It’s a christmas party,” Kyungsoo says with a laugh, and Jongin frowns a little deeper. “Jongdae always goes all-out when he decorates his apartment. What did you expect?”
“You’re not helping,” Jongin whines.
Kyungsoo crosses his arms and leans against the doorframe. “What do you want me to do?”
“Support my decision to not go?”
“What does mistletoe have to do with whether you go or not?”
“Only everything,” Jongin huffs, pushing himself off the couch to pace back and forth in front of it. “What if I get caught underneath it with someone?”
Kyungsoo gives him a blank look. “So what if you do?”
Jongin stops in the middle of the room, his whole face flushing red. “I-I’ve never kissed anyone,” he admits in a rush.
“Really?” Kyungsoo asks, surprised. “Never?”
“Never ever,” Jongin says seriously, the gravity of the situation winning over his embarrassment. “I don’t know how to kiss, what if someone tries to kiss me or I’m supposed to kiss them and I mess it up?”
“How could you possibly mess it up?” Kyungsoo laughs. “I mean, kissing isn’t that hard.”
“I don’t know,” Jongin wails, hands over his eyes. “What if I miss, or open my mouth to wide, or - or use too much tongue? That’s a thing, right?”
“Not for innocent mistletoe kisses, it isn’t,” Kyungsoo says. “Wow, you’re a disaster.”
Jongin gives a pathetic whine and throws himself at the couch again, burying his face in the arm of it. He hears Kyungsoo sigh and cross the room, then the shift of cushions as he sits down next to him.
“It’s okay,” he says soothingly, patting Jongin’s head. “Listen, if you stop crying on my couch, I can teach you.”
“I’m not crying,” Jongin says immediately, sitting up. “Teach me what?”
“How to kiss.”
Jongin’s eyes go wide. “You’d do that?”
“Sure,” Kyungsoo says, shrugging. “But only if you’re done freaking out.”
“I am,” Jongin says quickly, turning on the couch to face him with a determined expression.
“You’re ready, then?” Kyungsoo asks, and Jongin nods so fast his vision blurs.
Kyungsoo smiles at him, then puts on a serious face. “Okay. So. Come here.”
Jongin shifts a little, only ending up a few centimetres closer than he used to be. Kyungsoo rolls his eyes and slides closer himself, until their knees brush. Jongin’s skin tingles a little.
“Alright. Lean in.”
It seems much too soon to be doing that, and Jongin pulls back, alarmed. “Can’t you do the - the leaning in part?”
Kyungsoo gives him an unimpressed look. “You’re the one who’s so worried about missing the target.” Jongin still looks uneasy, though, and Kyungsoo sighs. “You don’t even have to use your mouth yet. Just come closer.”
Ever so slowly, Jongin leans in, blushing bright red and not meeting Kyungsoo’s eyes - except he ends up staring at his mouth instead, and that doesn’t really help matters.
“Good. Now, tilt your head a little.”
Jongin cocks his head to one side, ear almost touching his shoulder. Kyungsoo laughs, reaching up to help him fix his position.
“A little, I said,” he snickers, gently tilting Jongin’s head to the proper, subtle angle. “Like this.” His hands slide off Jongin’s face, but his own smile stays. “Relax, okay?”
His shoulders are pretty tense, Jongin realizes. He does his best to unclench every tight muscle, then glances at Kyungsoo again.
“And then what?” he asks.
“And then we kiss,” Kyungsoo says, quieter. “Just… lean in a little more until your mouth hits my mouth.”
Jongin leans in a tiny bit, then pauses. “Softly, though, right?”
“Yes, soft. Don’t pucker up, and don’t use your tongue.”
Jongin smiles a little and glances up again, but Kyungsoo’s eyes are closed, like he’s waiting for it. Swallowing nervously, Jongin looks back at his lips, taking in how they’re parted, just a little. He’s so close - and it’s here, really, that he realizes he really, really wants to kiss Kyungsoo.
The last few centimetres seem to take forever, but all of a sudden their lips are brushing together. Startled, Jongin almost flinches back, but Kyungsoo’s lips move against his, just a little. It feels nice. Jongin presses in a bit to feel it again.
Kyungsoo’s mouth is warm, soft against his own, and pretty easy to kiss, if Jongin is doing it right. It’s just a gentle push and then a slow pull away, then another press in, another pull, repeat. They disconnect a couple times but Kyungsoo moves closer to connect their lips again, and before long Jongin is leaning back against the arm of the couch with Kyungsoo almost in his lap.
It’s tough to break apart, but Jongin figures it’s time when his lips start to feel a little numb. Luckily, Kyungsoo seems to have the same idea, because as soon as Jongin puts a hand on his chest, he pulls back to look at him.
“Got it?” he asks, and it takes Jongin a moment to remember that it was all a lesson.
“Y-yeah, think so.”
“Good,” Kyungsoo says, smiling at him, and moves back to his side of the couch. His lips are a little swollen, Jongin notices, and a darker red than they were before. Did he do that?
“So, if you come to the party,” Kyungsoo says, getting Jongin’s attention back, “I’ll stay with you the whole night and make sure no one traps you under any the mistletoe.”
Jongin nods slowly, but can’t help glancing down at Kyungsoo’s mouth again.
“But,” he squeaks, then clears his throat and tries again, “but what if we get trapped under together?”
Kyungsoo hums, considering it. Jongin feels a blush creeping up his neck, but can’t quite bring himself to wish he hadn’t asked.
“Well,” Kyungsoo finally says, “it’s a good thing we practiced just now, then, isn’t it?”
“I might need more practice,” Jongin mumbles.
Kyungsoo laughs and shifts closer again, sliding back into Jongin’s space. “If you say so,” he sighs dramatically, rolling his eyes like it’s a chore, but the grin on his face says different. Jongin mirrors it as he leans in, pressing his smile against Kyungsoo’s mouth and letting the warmth of his lips draw him deep into another kiss.
> 1 WEEK UNTIL CHRISTMAS
> (SCREAMING)