I Found Someone to Carry Me Home
Pairing: Baekhyun/Kai (aka KKAMBAEK) | NC-17 | Humorous Smut | Length: 5k+ words | One-shot
Disclaimer: I do not own anything except the plot.
A/N: Inspired by Fun's We Are Young and these GIFs by henyah on tumblr /oh oh and also this/
P.S. Thank you to theparadoxic for being my enabler, despite fandom differences. <3 #lewdfandom101! ^^
Friday night. He walks hurriedly, rushing to the club where he dances his heart out, much like Channing Tatum in those Step Up movies. His 10 to 7 job was more like 10 to fucking forever. He doesn’t even like gadgets but he has a day job in a freaking Apple Store. He just walked in one day, in need of a job to support what he really wanted to pursue in life: dancing. The manager said something about, “Our nerdy sales associates scare the beautiful girls away. We need you to prettify our crew.” Three months into the job, he still doesn’t know if he should be happy about it or not. He snorts at the look the nerdy sales associates gave him. Prettify. Is that even a word? The only thing that keeps his head from exploding is his job at the club after a mind-numbing day at the freaking nerd central. He stretches and rubs his neck as he turns at a corner into a dark alley with one wall decorated with a long line of people dressed to the nines. Highly deceiving, Kai thinks, since the debauchery that happens inside was fit for people in their birthday suits going at it like animals in the African savannah.
He goes straight to the front of the line, the tall, lean, sleepy-looking bouncer with smoldering panda eyes and gangster-schoolboy good looks raises the velvet rope from its hook and lets him pass. “Good to see you, Kai.” “Yeah, you too, Tao.” A mixture of complaints and sighs emanate from the queue as Kai steps into the club.
The bass thumping to the beat of LMFAO’s Shots gets Kai’s blood running. He pops and locks towards the bar, swinging his backpack on the counter.
“THE USUAL!” he screams over the ear-shattering music.
“Hey chill man! Be with you in a jiff.” Suho is pre-occupied with pouring Long Island Iced Teas for three pretty girls on the other side of the bar. He leans towards one of them, whispers something in her ear. She got pink in her cheeks, and it wasn’t from the make-up she had on.
“STOP FLIRTING YOU DICK AND GIVE ME MY DRINK!”
Suho walks over to him and playfully punches his arm. “Fuck you, Kai. Give me a break. It’s not like I chase tail every night. And between the two of us, you’re the professional whore.”
“Yadda yadda yadda. I can’t help it if ladies and gentlemen like the way I move and want to get some of this.” Kai lets his hands hover and caress his tanned and toned eighth wonder of the world of a body.
“Fuck you. Get to work you prick.” Suho hands over a beer and a flimsy top for Kai to change into. Kai doesn’t bother going to the restroom to change. He pulls his shirt over his head and winks at the girls Suho talked to before putting on the flimsy top.
“Whore.” Suho whispers as he takes Kai’s backpack and stores it behind the counter.
“Excuse me. PROFESSIONAL whore.” Kai raises his brow in mock defiance as he gulps down his beer then saunters off to the middle of the dance floor, welcomed by cheers and whoops from the club’s regular crowd.
Kyungsoo aka DJ White Turtle nods towards Kai as Kai gets center stage. Kai smirks back and puts his hand up, “Cmon serve it!” White Turtle pumps up the party with David Guetta’s Memories.
Kai is used to people bumping and grinding against him after he does his routine, when he just sways casually to the music. This time was different though. Some were trying to get near him but most were in a circle, watching someone else dance, Kai presumes. He cocks his head, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He looks at White Turtle. White Turtle shrugs at him and smirks, knowing how this pisses Kai off. Not getting attention for his dancing won’t help his plan of breaking into the biz. He walks over to the circle, people making way for him and his scrunched up angry face. A lean frame of medium height is in the middle of the circle, dancing to Benny Benassi’s Satisfaction. His moves were unorthodox, almost spastic to be honest, but there is something in the way the music takes over his body that leaves Kai mesmerized. As Kai walks, hypnotized towards the beautiful sight, White Turtle smoothly transitions to Timbaland’s Throw It On Me, one of Kai’s jams. Snapping back to reality, he jumps up and down, hyping the crowd up. He keeps on jumping, now around the spastic pretty little dancer (SPLD), opening his arms inviting the other for a challenge. Spastic pretty little dancer side-eyes him, measures him up from head to toe and smirks. It seems as if no one is moving anymore. All eyes are on them. This is going to be one hell of a night.
Kai starts the showdown off. Popping and locking with his trademark cockiness. The crowd goes wild for him, like they always do. But then SPLD starts dancing and oh my fuck he is damn good. Not as fluid and confident as Kai’s movements but still, it was a sight to behold: his lips pouting as he shook his ass like there was no tomorrow; his scanty top baring his creamy, toned torso; his hair sticking to his forehead, wet with perspiration. Something’s rising up and it’s not only Kai’s body temperature.
He deems SPLD worthy of his attention and he moves in closer, his chest touching SPLD’s back. SPLD whips around to face him, confused at first. Kai grins, moves his hand in a “come hither” manner and SPLD obliges. The crowd slowly disperses and returns to bumping and grinding with each other as the two now feel each other out. Kai signals for SPLD to dance (Timbaland’s Way I Are now playing) but SPLD shakes his head and shouts, “No, YOU move for me.” Kai, as smug as he is, loves to be controlled, man-handled even. He starts to do his thing, biting his lip, touching it with his thumb while he rolls his hips. Kai closes his eyes, getting all seductive and shit, but his eyes snap open when he felt something between his legs. SPLD was pushing his knee in between Kai’s legs, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Fuck what the hell is this innocent-faced gorgeous little thing doing to him? His hard-on becomes even harder now and it gets quite uncomfortable and he doesn’t know what to do next because this was totally unexpected he thought he was the one toying with this new kid in the club but no he was oh my god did he just feel himself come a little?
Before Kai loses all cognitive function, SPLD grabs his wrist and pulls him out of the dance floor. Kai walks as if he was holding his pee in and he tries his best not to laugh at himself, the only way he can deal with embarrassing situations like this. There was no time for questions, however, as SPLD pushes Kai out of the club’s backdoor and onto a wall along a dimly-lit alley. Kai’s back was pressed flat onto the cold surface, SPLD’s hands on both of his shoulders. SPLD smirks at him then proceeds to lick his collarbones, his neck, his chin, and his lips. He keeps on licking Kai’s lips and Kai feels his pants get even tighter. “Oh god my dick is going to break,” he thinks as finally, SPLD presses his lips against Kai’s and then tongue is on tongue and everything just became a mess of moist heat and strong muscle.
SPLD violently pushes Kai away from him and snaps Kai’s pants open. Kai, still wincing from the pain, felt his cock spring up to his stomach and oh yes freedom. His cock was not free for long though, SPLD kneels in front of Kai, his hands below Kai’s flimsy top, pressing on Kai’s hips.
“Wait wait wait wait wait wait what is your name?” Kai asks breathlessly.
“Are you seriously asking me that right now?”
“I’d like to know the name of someone who’s about to blow me thank you very much.”
“Oh. How much cuter can you get.” Kai’s cheeks turn a shade of red at the comment. “Shut up.”
“It’s Baekh-fnghfgnf” Kai mewls like a horny cat and doesn’t hear the rest because fucking Baekh-whatever-comes-next suddenly devoured Kai’s length.
“Where the hell did you go last night?” Kyungsoo says as he flips the pancake over. “Suho and I were worried about you!”
“Sorry, man. Got busy, if you know what I mean.” Kai winks as he reaches for the pitcher of orange juice.
“Professional whore business, no doubt.” Freshly-showered Suho interjects as he enters their dining slash living room and sits on the edge of the couch. “You left with that new kid, right?”
“New kid? You mean he really works at the club?” Kai chokes on a blueberry. Who chokes on a blueberry?
“What did you think, you idiot. Kris was totally pissed to find out you weren’t where you were supposed to be.” Kris is the sole owner of the club; impossibly tall, perpetually bitch-faced, immaculately dressed, and universally handsome. He answers to no one. Except maybe for Tao.
“But that new kid, Baekh--- something, was the one who took me away from the floor.”
“You dumbass, it doesn’t matter. You’re his senior in this freaking company, you should’ve known better. Or is your little head being the dick that it is, taking all the blood supply away from your nugget of a brain?” Wow, Kai didn’t realize how tough Suho can be until this moment.
“Shut up, gramps. You really need to get laid, see you’re all high-strung and shit.”
“But we just did it on the couch you’re sitting on, Kai.” Kyungsoo deadpanned.
Kai spat out his pancake and immediately stood up.
“Fuck you both.”
Three months after
“Would you happen to know why Kris would make me come to the club earlier than usual?” Kai says over the phone as he crosses the street, stopping by an ugly hotdog stand to grab a snack.
“Nope. Just get here as soon as you can. Baekhyun’s already here.” Click.
“Suho? Suho? Suho!” Kai stares at his phone at an arm’s length, “Fucking asshole.” Why would Baekhyun be there too? Is Kris mad at them again? Leaving the dance floor unattended was just a one-time thing, they never did it again. He and Baekhyun had enough discipline to wait until their shifts were over before they got it on like rabbits on freaking ecstasy.
The club’s alleyway is different in the afternoon. There is no queue of people showing off their designer clothes and endlessly puffing rings of smoke, no bright red neon lights blinking the club’s name: Machine.
I have always felt like one, Kai thinks as he closes the club’s main door behind him. Even if he was happy when he danced, even when people were all over him when he performed, he felt everything was fabricated, was a routine even. But things feel different now, I feel… happy. As this thought crosses through his mind, he finds himself gazing at Baekhyun, who is now grinning at and beckoning for Kai to come sit beside him by the bar.
“Hey.” Kai grins as he nudges Baekhyun and takes the seat on the right beside the latter’s.
“Hey.” Baekhyun responds with a timid smile, casually placing his right hand on Kai’s left thigh.
“Ohh ouch ouch.” Suho blurts out from behind the bar counter, hands over his eyes as he stops restocking shelves with bottles of Bacardi, Cuervo, and Jagermeister.
Kyungsoo, who is bringing in the boxes and crates of liquor, unceremoniously puts down the crate of Cristal and rushes over to Suho’s side. “Baby, what’s wrong???” The urgency in his voice proportional to the diameter of his eyes.
“I’m going blind because of these two motherfuckers grinning at each other like the Cheshire cat on freaking crack!” Suho flails his arms in mock panic as Kyungsoo laughs his heart out.
Kai grins even wider, his cheeks with a hint of warmth as Baekhyun squeezes his thigh, and they both laugh with the bartender and DJ.
“Fuck you, you old married couple.”
“Good, you’re both here. You can go to Kris’ office now.” Tao looks so serious, Kai nearly shat his pants. He is young like Kai but his stares are like daggers, very unnerving.
“Do you have any idea why Kris wants to talk to us?” Baekhyun asks Kai as he pushes open Kris’ office door.
“You mean you don’t know about this too? I don’t think we fucked something up though?”
“Honey relax,” Baekhyun comfortingly rests his palms on Kai’s lower back. “I’m sure it’s going to be okay. If Kris was crazy mad at us, we’d be six feet under right now,” he lightly chuckles as he pushes Kai forward.
“Finally, my two best performers are here.” Kris stands up from behinds his desk and slow claps and Kai cannot decipher whether it was sincere or sarcastic until he noticed that Kris was not alone.
Kris gestures towards the tall, lean, handsome, Chinese man-child sitting across him. “Guys, meet Luhan. He is manager and member of the 4-man dance crew, BFL.”
Both Kai’s and Baekhyun’s mouth hang agape. BFL is an amateur dance crew that has been making waves in the professional b-boy community. Their trademark is deceivingly boyish good-looks and powerful complicated stunts that border on madness. What could he possibly want with them?
Luhan turns around, doe-eyes staring intently at Kai then at Baekhyun. His eyes twinkle, much like the sequins that covered every square inch of his black leather vest. “It’s nice to finally meet and see you both up close,” his voice sounded so meek, uncharacteristic of the moves Kai has seen Luhan do when he searches for BFL videos on YouTube.
The two stood rooted to the ground, unable to comprehend what was happening. “Close your mouths and sit yo asses down for chrissakes.” They didn’t even bother to be offended by Wufan’s remarks. They just did what they were told with dazed looks written all over their beautiful faces.
“As you may know, BFL now wants to break into the professional tournament circuit. In ordered for us to do that, we must expand our group. Kris and I go way back but even if he insists on joining the crew, I will never let him. He is an awkward hulk of a mess when he thinks he is already dancing.” Kris furrows his brows and stares at Luhan, eyes much like those lasers which cut through diamonds. Luhan laughs knowing that Kris is easily mellowed down by his crinkling eyes.
“Anyway, back to the point I’m making. Xiumin and I have been here in the club a few times and every time we saw you guys perform,” Luhan starts, nodding at the both of them. “We were very much impressed. I have also talked to Yixing and Chen and we made a unanimous decision.”
“We would love it if you would join our crew.”
It is probably not a wise decision to push and slam each other’s bodies on various surfaces in Baekhyun’s one-bedroom apartment since they are now part of BF-motherfucking-L but Kai is too hormonal and euphoric to think clearly, and so is Baekhyun, apparently.
“I. Cannot. Freaking. Believe. This.” Chaste kisses punctuate every word, each escaping Baekhyun’s lips in bated breaths.
“What? We do this like multiple times in a day.” It’s fortunate that Kai’s cluelessness adds to his adorability.
“Oh baby, I meant us getting into BFL but you are amazing too, of course.” Chaste kisses are now forgotten, Baekhyun bites on Kai’s lower lip, nibbling until it becomes red and swollen. With Kai’s back pressed on the apartment door, Baekhyun tugs on Kai’s shirt, signaling for him to take it off, resting his hands on Kai’s flat abdomen. “You’re body is so warm,” Baekhyun kneels and presses his cheeks on it and Kai holds his breathe, “I love it when you’re warm.”
As Kai flings his shirt towards who-knows-where, he grabs onto Baekhyun’s shoulders and sets him upright, thick lips colliding with Baekhyun’s small, supple ones. Kai pulls Baekhyun closer, “Hold me tighter.” And as Baekhyun wraps his arms around Kai’s neck, their bodies flush against each other, he feels himself being picked up from the ground, his thighs now around Kai’s waist. Baekhyun nuzzles and peppers Kai’s neck with pecks and licks while Kai moans in arousal, struggling to keep his balance while carrying Baekhyun towards the living room couch.
“You know…”
“Mmm?”
“Since I’ve met you, I’ve been pretty lucky.” Kai grins mischievously as he straddles Baekhyun, their faces inches apart, his warm breathe ghosting over Baekhyun’s eyes.
“Well, those ahjummas that frequent the club seem to have a taste for you. You got them off my back.” Baekhyun playfully punches Kai’s chest. “Oh you are the worst. How can you talk about them at a time like this? Why are you thinking of them right now? Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh are your tastes shifting now, honey, do you like old women with cakey layers of make-up and overly-teased hair? Is that want you want now?” As usual, Kai digs his own grave and doesn’t have any retort in mind. Thankfully, he didn’t really need one.
“Let me remind you something.” Baekhyun sits upright and flips them over, now on the offense. “They may have a taste for me and you,” Baekhyun whispers dangerously, his breathe hot on Kai’s ear, “but I’m the only one who can taste you.” And with this, Baekhyun proceeds to savor Kai’s flavor. He licks both the shell and the back of Kai’s ear until he finally darts his tongue inside, eliciting feral moans from Kai.
“Oh my god Baekhyun, that feels so good. Fuck.” A pool of warmth now resides in the pit of Kai’s stomach, he shivers with desire. “Do you like that, honey? Oh yes you do.” Baekhyun grabs Kai’s crotch. The pressure of Baekhyun’s hand sends tingles of pleasure through Kai’s toes, despite the fabric of his jogging pants reducing the friction.
Baekhyun proceeds to lick Kai’s neck, chest, and nipples. His hot tongue tracing circles around and around each nipple, reducing Kai to a writhing mess. Kai’s hardness now more prominent, Baekhyun snatches Kai’s pants off of him, together with his boxers, freeing his member which was now half-hard.
“Oh hello there, Kai Jr! How have you been? It’s nice to see you again!” in a disgustingly cute voice and an even more disgustingly adorable face, Baekhyun makes fun of Kai’s penis, a game he thoroughly enjoys because …
“Shut the fuck up, Baekhyun! Stop talking to my cock as if it’s a kindergartener. Oh god.” Kai closes his eyes and covers his face with his hands in shame. He might not like it but his cock seems to because it suddenly springs to life. “Aww Kai Jr. is such a good boy.” Baekhyun, still straddling Kai, slowly grinds his hips. Kai’s eyes snap open. “Honey, take my shirt off for me, will you?” Kai obliges, trying his best to sit up straight even despite feeling his limbs go weak with overpowering desire. After a few more painful grinds, Baekhyun stands up. “Now take off my pants.” Again, Kai obliges. Baekhyun’s cock stood erect right in front of his face. Kai was a little embarrassed as he feels the saliva in his mouth suddenly increase. Was he this hungry for Baekhyun?
“Okay, Kai baby, you know what to do next.”
Kai gently caresses the base of Baekhyun’s cock, fingertips softly pressing on Baekhyun’s balls. Baekhyun grasps his hair, pushing his mouth near the tip. Kai licks top, bottom, tip; in lines and in circles. Baekhyun tilts his head back, his breath now shallow. The urge to fuck into Kai’s throat building and building until Baekhyun pushes the other onto the couch. Baekhyun raises Kai’s legs and puts them over his shoulders. As he was placing the tip of his cock near Kai’s tight hole, Baekhyun realizes he hasn’t prepared Kai yet. He hesitates.
“Baekhyun, what’s wrong?” Kai asks. A hint of worry in his voice.
“I haven’t prepared you yet. Let me get -“
“That’ll take too long you have to get into the bedroom and rifle through the drawers and just fucking give it to me already Baekhyun. I’ve been dying for you to get inside me since we left the club.”
“You’re dying for me to be inside you, huh, Kai? You want me to grind inside you and reduce you to a writhing mess of sweat and moans? Is that what you want?”
“Yes yes fuck Baekhyun get inside me now.”
And so he does. Baekhyun slips his length into Kai’s tight asshole, spreading the cheeks so he can fill Kai up to the hilt. Kai’s throat hitches as tears slowly well behind his eyes.
“Honey, hold on a bit. We’ll get through the pain, okay?” Kai loved this about Baekhyun. Talking dirty one minute, consoling him the next. Baekhyun’s concern drips thick in his voice and is etched all over his face.
Baekhyun gently moves inside Kai. “You feel so good wrapped around me, Kai. Shit.” He feels Kai’s prostate and focuses on hitting it so that Kai will feel more pleasure than pain. “There, Baekhyun. Yes fuck yes, right there.” Kai moves his hips in time with Baekhyun’s thrusts, increasing the impact his prostate receives. Baekhyun reaches, takes hold of Kai’s cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. As the pressure inside Baekhyun builds, he thrusts faster, forcing Kai deeper into the cushions. He plants his palms on the couch for support, leaving Kai to service his own cock.
“Oh god I am near. OH GOD.”
They come at the same time, synchronized as if sex was a dance that they rehearsed. Baekhyun slumps over Kai, both of them sticky with cum and sweat, trying to catch their breaths.
Kai cups Baekhyun’s face, “Yes, you’re the only one who can taste me.”
“No no no no no no no, you are too bouncy, Xiumin. You’re cute and all but we’d like to look like bad-ass b-boys, not balls!” Yixing shakes his head in frustration.
Kai and Baekhyun have been training with the rest of the BFL crew for two months now. They have gotten accustomed to the tension during rehearsals. This tension keeps the members in line, makes them better and better as the days go by.
“Okay let’s take it from the top. No need tell you to do your best and dance your motherfucking hearts out, right? One month before competition. Get your acts together!” Yixing signals Luhan to play the music.
Luhan and Kai are front and center, Yixing and Baekhyun on either side, with Chen and Xiumin completing their V formation. Their bubbly baby-faces instantly transform into intense poker faces as Jon Mccro’s Lego blasts through the speakers.
Baekhyun steals glances at Kai. He loves watching Kai move, his eyes shining with happiness as he lets the beat course through his veins, take over his toned body. Hot damn, that wife-beater looks perfect on Kai.
Baekhyun holds his breath as Kai prepares to do his one-handed flip, one of the major tricks they were incorporating in their routine. Kai takes a few running steps, plants his right palm on the floor, and raises his legs to do the flip when something goes horribly wrong. His right hand slips. He loses his balance, twisting his right arm inwardly in the process.
With music still blasting, the Baekhyun runs to Kai’s side, the rest at his heels.
“Oh fuck fuck fuck.” Kai lies on the floor, rolling from side to side, screaming not out of pain but more out of irritation.
“Oh god Kai, are you alright?” Baekhyun is already blinking back tears. “Somebody call for an ambulance!!!”
The others scramble to do as Baekhyun said. Baekhyun stays by Kai’s side.
“Stupid slippery floor!” Kai tries to get up but the pain in his right arm made it difficult for him.
“Don’t try to get up until the medics arrive, baby. Don’t get hurt please.” Baekhyun strokes Kai’s hair affectionately.
The last thing Kai sees is Baekhyun’s face leaning towards his.
Kai wakes up with a start to a deep voice followed by a small one with a minor lisp. As he opens his eyes, he is surprised to see the deep voice coming from such an adorable face. Until the adorable face is replaced by a freaky grinning one.
“Where am I?”
“He’s up now.” Doctor Freaky Face and Nurse Lisp separate, the former checking Kai’s chart and the latter adjusting the IV before leaving the room. Their separation gave way to Baekhyun, who is standing behind them, apparently.
“Hi baby, how are you feeling?” Baekhyun’s thumb gently stroking Kai’s forehead, while his other hand reaches for Kai’s and squeezes it.
“What happened?”
“Well, you sprained your wrist yesterday during rehearsal… and the doctor said you are slightly fatigued,” Baekhyun’s voice hitches a little, “Thank goodness your sprain is mild and will heal in a few weeks, just in time for competition but why are you pushing yourself so hard, Kai?”
“I just… I don’t want to waste this opportunity. I’ve been waiting for something like this for so long and… I don’t want to let the crew down… I don’t want to let you down.” Kai avoids Baekhyun’s eyes and fidgets with his fingers.
“Idiot. This is how you let me down, not taking care of yourself and making me worried!” Baekhyun presses his palms on Kai’s cheeks, making Kai look straight at him, “If you don’t take care of yourself, I’d be forced to join you at the hip and nag like your mother.” He sticks his tongue out at Kai.
“Meh you already nag like my mother.”
“Oh no you didn’t just - “
Kai laughs, his eyes edged with lines. Baekhyun’s presence always comforts him, but he hasn’t dared to tell Baekhyun that. Not just yet.
Kai didn’t let anyone down. Despite being taken aback when he found out during actual registration on the day of competition that BFL actually stands for BuhFuhLow (“It was Kris’ idea and it just stuck with me.” - Luhan), Kai remained calm and focused, the nervousness he felt washed away by Baekhyun’s stupid grins and warm, fleeting touches.
“Kai! Let’s go celebrate!” Chen calls him over to where the group is resting. “Let’s go get wasted at the noraebang!” Chen’s suggestion is welcomed with whoops and cheers. “Invite the people at the club too.” Luhan tells Chen.
On their way to the noraebang, they all walk coupled up. Kai and Baekhyun silently walk side by side, their fingers intertwined, the others taking care of conversation
“Hey, Kris, Machine should be called Love Machine now. Look at all of you, finding your better-halves in that house of orgies.” Xiumin states matter-of-factly, gesturing towards Kai and Baekhyun, Suho and Kyungsoo, and Kris and Tao.
“Let me think about it.”
“Xiumin’s just trying to get back at you for naming us BuhFuhLow, to be honest.” Luhan laughs as he clings to Xiumin’s arm.
“Then change it.”
“Ooh someone’s in a bad mood.” Suho sing-songs.
“Tao didn’t let him release.”
Kai grimaces.
Sadistic motherfucker.
With a generous amount of alcohol already circulating in their bodies, Chen and Yixing sings The Script’s Science and Faith together.
“I’m surprised. They can really sing.” Kai whispers to Baekhyun. “Wait til I get up there, baby.” Baekhyun whispers back, sending tingles along Kai’s spine.
As Chen and Yixing’s performance draws to a close, Baekhyun grabs one microphone. “Okay, brace yourselves for the performance of a lifetime.”
Mixed cheers and jeers welcome Baekhyun “onstage”. Kai gazes at Baekhyun in awe as his powerful voice echoes around the room. As the chorus comes on, Baekhyun walks towards Kai, reaching out his hand, inviting Kai “onstage” with him.
“No no, you know I don’t sing.”
“Then dance with me, just be here with me, okay?” Baekhyun winks at him. Their audience goes “aww”, led by the old married couple, Suho and Kyungsoo.
Kai gets up and they clap and encourage him. When really performing either at the club or onstage, Kai is the epitome of confidence, but somewhere else, anywhere else, he was quite conscious of himself. He can bitch to Suho but that’s because Suho is gramps, that’s about it.
Baekhyun nods at him, urging him to just relax and have fun. Kai grins and forgets why he was worried in the first place. He gets into the groove of the song, lets Baekhyun’s voice fuel his passion, fill his heart.
Tonight, we are young
So let’s set the world on fire
We can go brighter than the sun
Baekhyun's voice stirs something deep in Kai, a wave of emotions rushing. Looking at Baekhyun’s face, bright and happy, his heart feels light, feels right. Their bodies move in perfect harmony, something that Kai hasn't experienced with anyone before. He feels....he is where he should be.
He smiles at Baekhyun. Baekhyun smiles back.
So if by the time the bar closes
And you feel like falling down
I’ll carry you home tonight