possessiveness (i don't expect you to understand)
sekai + mentions of sexing & kaixing ; pg ; friendship
~ wc: 750
a/n: happens in the same verse as this and this. i suppose it can be said that this is the fic(let) that starts everything.
possessiveness
“Jongin.”
“What.”
“Can you - ”
“No.”
An indignant exclamation. “But you don’t even know what I was going to say!”
Jongin pops a potato chip into his mouth and mumbles around it. “Answer’s still no, Sehun.”
Sehun runs a hand over his freshly bleached hair in agitation. He scowls at the boy lounging on the sofa. “I was just asking if you wanted me to do your laundry. And you’re refusing, Kim Jongin? Seriously?”
Jongin swallows and shoots his friend a look - complete with a raised eyebrow. “Dude, I’ve known for ages. Did you really think you can fool me with that pathetic excuse?”
“Alright fine, you caught me,” Sehun says, slouching over to the sofa. He flops down into the cushions and turns to face the other boy. “Just talk to him. You know he’ll listen to you.”
It’s Jongin’s turn to scowl now. He reaches behind him to grab a cushion, throws it into Sehun’s petulant looking face. “Which part of ‘no’ don’t you understand? For the final time Sehun, I will not talk to Yixing just because you refuse to grow a pair and talk to him yourself.” He rolls his eyes, “Get a life and quit bugging me.”
He makes to stand up from his seat; Sehun grabs the back of his shirt and tugs him back down. Jongin lands with a soft ‘oof’ and narrows his eyes at the boy. “What now,’ he spits out.
“Come on man, I really like him. Like, I want to hold his hand and hug him and kiss him and - “ Jongin’s expression darkens considerably. Sehun gulps but presses on. “Just put in a good word for me the next time you guys hang out. He’ll listen to you.” The younger man is practically begging at this point by now.
“Everybody knows Yixing hyung doesn’t do anything that displeases you, which I find really weird - ”, he flinches when Jongin glares at him with a murderous glint in his dark dark eyes. “Anyways my point is, it’ll be like giving him the ‘go-ahead’ with dating me. Come on Jongin, please? On account of our decade long friendship? I really really like him.”
Jongin looks at his friend and levels him with a serious no-nonsense face, leans forward marginally. “Have you ever considered the fact,” he starts saying - an expression strangely akin to pity in the depths of his obsidian orbs. “That maybe the reason for me not willing to help you out, is precisely because you want to date him?”
“You’re no good for him, Sehun. Not good enough.”
Sehun looks stunned, wide eyes and parted lips. “W-what. What are you even saying?”
The corners of Jongin’s lip lift slightly in a diabolical grin. “What I’m saying is,” he says clearly, gets to his feet. “Yixing’s too good for you. Trust me, you guys won’t match.”
He brushes off the crumbs from his jeans, turns away and starts heading towards his room. Pausing mid-way, he says sharply, “You want to date him? Maybe in your next life. If you’re lucky enough.” Over my dead body.
Jongin continues on his way as if he didn’t just bitch-slap his best friend with his acidic words.
Sehun jerks out of his stupor, jumps to his feet and runs to the other male. He roughly grabs Jongin’s arm, preventing the latter from moving forward.
Jongin spins around, parts his lips to say something. Sehun cuts in. “You know what I think? I think you’re just plain selfish, you refuse to share. You want Yixing hyung all to yourself and you’re not even his boyfriend so why -”
Jongin’s eyes flash dangerously. “You have no idea who or what Yixing is to me, so shut the fuck up.”
There’s a fire blazing in Jongin’s eyes as he stares at the taller boy with obvious disdain in the curl of his lips. He throws Sehun’s hand off and spits - venom lacing his voice.
“Get this straight. I will never give my Yixing to you. Never.” Not you, not anyone.
“Your Yixing?” Sehun shakes his head disbelievingly and laughs hollowly.
“Jongin, I know how you can get sometimes, how you can be an impossibly protective son of a bitch but this - This isn’t right man. You’re being downright possessive and territorial.”
The only response he gets is a loud bang as Jongin slams the door in his face.
-
You’re no good for him, Sehun. Not good enough. Nobody is.
Nobody but me.
-
~ wc: 750
a/n: happens in the same verse as this and this. i suppose it can be said that this is the fic(let) that starts everything.
possessiveness
“Jongin.”
“What.”
“Can you - ”
“No.”
An indignant exclamation. “But you don’t even know what I was going to say!”
Jongin pops a potato chip into his mouth and mumbles around it. “Answer’s still no, Sehun.”
Sehun runs a hand over his freshly bleached hair in agitation. He scowls at the boy lounging on the sofa. “I was just asking if you wanted me to do your laundry. And you’re refusing, Kim Jongin? Seriously?”
Jongin swallows and shoots his friend a look - complete with a raised eyebrow. “Dude, I’ve known for ages. Did you really think you can fool me with that pathetic excuse?”
“Alright fine, you caught me,” Sehun says, slouching over to the sofa. He flops down into the cushions and turns to face the other boy. “Just talk to him. You know he’ll listen to you.”
It’s Jongin’s turn to scowl now. He reaches behind him to grab a cushion, throws it into Sehun’s petulant looking face. “Which part of ‘no’ don’t you understand? For the final time Sehun, I will not talk to Yixing just because you refuse to grow a pair and talk to him yourself.” He rolls his eyes, “Get a life and quit bugging me.”
He makes to stand up from his seat; Sehun grabs the back of his shirt and tugs him back down. Jongin lands with a soft ‘oof’ and narrows his eyes at the boy. “What now,’ he spits out.
“Come on man, I really like him. Like, I want to hold his hand and hug him and kiss him and - “ Jongin’s expression darkens considerably. Sehun gulps but presses on. “Just put in a good word for me the next time you guys hang out. He’ll listen to you.” The younger man is practically begging at this point by now.
“Everybody knows Yixing hyung doesn’t do anything that displeases you, which I find really weird - ”, he flinches when Jongin glares at him with a murderous glint in his dark dark eyes. “Anyways my point is, it’ll be like giving him the ‘go-ahead’ with dating me. Come on Jongin, please? On account of our decade long friendship? I really really like him.”
Jongin looks at his friend and levels him with a serious no-nonsense face, leans forward marginally. “Have you ever considered the fact,” he starts saying - an expression strangely akin to pity in the depths of his obsidian orbs. “That maybe the reason for me not willing to help you out, is precisely because you want to date him?”
“You’re no good for him, Sehun. Not good enough.”
Sehun looks stunned, wide eyes and parted lips. “W-what. What are you even saying?”
The corners of Jongin’s lip lift slightly in a diabolical grin. “What I’m saying is,” he says clearly, gets to his feet. “Yixing’s too good for you. Trust me, you guys won’t match.”
He brushes off the crumbs from his jeans, turns away and starts heading towards his room. Pausing mid-way, he says sharply, “You want to date him? Maybe in your next life. If you’re lucky enough.” Over my dead body.
Jongin continues on his way as if he didn’t just bitch-slap his best friend with his acidic words.
Sehun jerks out of his stupor, jumps to his feet and runs to the other male. He roughly grabs Jongin’s arm, preventing the latter from moving forward.
Jongin spins around, parts his lips to say something. Sehun cuts in. “You know what I think? I think you’re just plain selfish, you refuse to share. You want Yixing hyung all to yourself and you’re not even his boyfriend so why -”
Jongin’s eyes flash dangerously. “You have no idea who or what Yixing is to me, so shut the fuck up.”
There’s a fire blazing in Jongin’s eyes as he stares at the taller boy with obvious disdain in the curl of his lips. He throws Sehun’s hand off and spits - venom lacing his voice.
“Get this straight. I will never give my Yixing to you. Never.” Not you, not anyone.
“Your Yixing?” Sehun shakes his head disbelievingly and laughs hollowly.
“Jongin, I know how you can get sometimes, how you can be an impossibly protective son of a bitch but this - This isn’t right man. You’re being downright possessive and territorial.”
The only response he gets is a loud bang as Jongin slams the door in his face.
-
You’re no good for him, Sehun. Not good enough. Nobody is.
Nobody but me.
-