13 reasons why i love you
a/n: part 1 of 2. written for kaisoo day but finished like a year later. this is just a lot of fluff. pls enjoy!! (i'll post the smut as a sequel, sorry if it seems very open ended otl). kaisoo/1.9kw.
my love,
here is the room key for #100 at the gold hotel. take your time and bring over a few changes of clothes. see you there.
happy anniversary baby.
love, jongin
Kyungsoo really doesn’t know what to expect. Half of him almost expects to see his boyfriend naked with a big, red bow around his hips and the other half is honestly clueless. Jongin may be naive but predictable he is not.
“You didn’t tell me you rented the penthouse suite,” Kyungsoo says, slightly startled to come chest to chest with Jongin at the doorway.
“Well, I did,” he replies, backing away to reveal the wide expanse of the living room, a Christmas tree in every corner, sparkling with blue and white lights.
Jongin lifts a finger to close Kyungsoo’s gaping mouth. “Let’s start.”
He takes his tiny boyfriend by the wrist, tugging him into the kitchen. There, a miniature tree sits upon the island, a few strings of popcorn strewn across the top.
Jongin takes a deep breath, watching Kyungsoo pick the off-white envelope from its small branches.
“Number thirteen. I love your cooking. So, I got you-” he begins but Kyungsoo cuts him off, finishing his sentence as he reads the two silver tickets inside.
“Reservations to The French Laundry! Jongin, how did you get these? This is the best restaurant in the world!” Kyungsoo is absolutely flabbergasted, eyes wide and face breaking into a smile.
He shrugs, gently setting the envelope back on the counter. “I have a plan, okay? Also no kisses until the end.” Jongin barely resists the pouty lips he gets in protest.
He leads Kyungsoo into the bathroom next where an elaborate wreath dressed with berries and bows hangs on the door.
“Number twelve. I know how much you love pop music so, I got you that Bruno Mars album. I love when you sing and hum around the house when you think I’m not paying attention,” Jongin laughs, pinching Kyungsoo’s cheek when he blushes. “Look inside.”
Two tickets to Maroon 5’s tour fall from the the inside cover and Kyungsoo is almost in tears as he picks them up.
“But Jongin, these are for the North American tour?” He looks so cute with his puffed out cheeks and bright eyes.
“I told you, Soo. I have a plan,” he grins, giving in and pecking Kyungsoo on the forehead.
They find themselves back in the living room, starting with the tree near the door.
It’s well decorated, strings of multicolored lights blinking in timed patterns. There are plenty of decorations but no gift to be seen. The only thing out of place is a picture of a calendar.
Jongin rubs his neck nervously. “Okay, I didn’t really know what to do for this one but, here’s reason number eleven. I really admire your dedication and you work really hard all the time so I thought I’d call your boss and well...” he stops, reaching out to flip the paper over. “Enjoy a month off, Kyungsoo.”
“God, Jongin, I’m going to go crazy without anything to do for a month!” Kyungsoo mock whines, walking to the next tree.
“Don’t worry, you’ll be pretty busy,” the blond laughs.
Kyungsoo pulls a box from beneath the tree, tearing off the paper and he tries to hide the disappointment from his face.
“A dog bone,” he deadpans.
“Not just a dog bone. Look in the card,” Jongin offers.
This time, there’s no effort to stop puzzled look that he sends Jongin. “Adoption papers?”
“Number ten. I love how compassionate you are to everyone and everything, even if you try to hide it. I know I’ve been begging for a pet but I saw the way you looked at that puppy when we went to the shelter. I decided to buy her. She’ll be with Chanyeol until we get back.”
Kyungsoo wants to ask where they’d be coming back from but Jongin is already dragging him to the other tree.
He hands him a large, rectangular present and Kyungsoo takes a moment to appreciate the neatly wrapped gift.
“I must say,” he starts, pulling off the paper, “your wrapping skills are very impressive. And this is coming from a neat freak.”
A shiny gold plaque mounted on dark hardwood reflects the lights onto Kyungsoo’s face. The engraving says “Be #1” and he looks up at Jongin with a smile.
“Number nine. You say this all the time and I really love it. You always strive to be the best you can be but sometimes you forget how special you are. Remember, you’re my number one,” Jongin grins, placing the plaque on the table.
Kyungsoo is already at the next tree, trying to reach the small box on the top. But Jongin is behind him, pressing his body to flush to Kyungsoo’s, grabbing the gift with ease.
“I love it when you get flustered, baby,” he teases and receives a lame threat and a shut up in response.
“So, number eight. I know you love black and I really love it when you wear black turtlenecks and you know, all that. So I thought I’d get you something nice,” Jongin shrugs.
Kyungsoo kind of expects it to be a gift card, given the current trend of papers and tickets, but he instead finds an elegant black star diopside pendant. It has the perfect star shaped glint, a simple stone on a white gold chain.
“Jongin, this is gorgeous,” Kyungsoo says as he secures the clasp behind his neck. It sits perfectly right between his collarbones.
Kyungsoo expects another explanation for the next gift but Jongin only nods to the red bag on the floor. He feels around in the bag, trying to see if Jongin actually wrapped the items in the tissue paper but he quickly finds out that isn’t the case. Once his hands touch the plastic bottle and cardboard box Kyungsoo squeezes his eyes shut, a blush spreading across his face.
“Kim Jongin,” he whines, pulling out strawberry flavored condoms and lube. “God, you are so embarrassing.”
“Number seven. I love how gorgeous and sexy you are. Just, the way you melt in my arms and how you moan my nam-” Kyungsoo slaps a hand on his mouth.
“Enough, oh my God.”
Jongin only laughs, taking Kyungsoo’s hand in his. The next tree is in the bedroom by the large, flatscreen television on the wall. A box in gold wrapping paper sits on the edge of the mantle.
Kyungsoo gives it a few shakes, trying to guess the contents of the box, before stripping the paper away.
Jongin inhales deeply. “So, number six. I love watching movies and TV with you. I couldn’t decide on which one to get so I settled with the tennis anime,” he says, watching Kyungsoo’s expression carefully.
Kyungsoo beams up at him. “Thanks Jongin. This is the complete set too! Promise you’ll watch it with me?” he asks hopefully.
“I promise.”
Jongin walks them back into the living room, sitting down on the couch and Kyungsoo settles himself between the younger boy’s legs.
“I didn’t have enough space or trees for reasons five, four or three but, I do have gifts. Number five,” Jongin begins, pulling another envelope from his coat pocket. “Thank you so much for supporting me and my dancing and being there for me every time I failed an audition or messed up a stage.”
He wraps his arm tighter around his boyfriend’s thin waist, pulling him closer.
“So I want you to know that I got casted for the ballet production. Here’s the ticket to the first show.”
Kyungsoo immediately forgoes the piece of paper for hugging Jongin, turning around to throw himself onto his boyfriend.
“Jongin, that’s amazing!” he smiles, going in for a kiss until Jongin stops him. Kyungsoo thinks the no kissing rule is stupid. But he remembers all the long hours Jongin spent at his studio, grueling over difficult choreography until he finally got it right. He figures he can wait ten more minutes.
“Number four. We both love Pororo and honestly, I was afraid you’d think I was childish but you didn’t,” Jongin laughs, pressing a small Pororo charm into Kyungsoo’s palms.
“I thought the same thing, actually,” Kyungsoo replies. The little figurine dangles from the headphone jack on his phone and he watches it swing back and forth.
Jongin produces a manilla envelope from seemingly nowhere and places it in Kyungsoo’s hands.
“Papers printed off the internet? What the-”
“Read it, Kyungsoo.” Jongin smirks.
He has to squint at the small writing but he catches names of the fanciest, most impressive and famous hotels and resorts in California.
“Reason three. You’ve been through so much and you deserve to be treated well.” The look in Jongin’s eyes is so intense, so genuine it makes Kyungsoo’s stomach do backflips.
There’s something else in the envelope and four airline tickets fall into his lap when he shakes it upside down.
Kyungsoo looks up, eyes wide as everything fits into place.
Jongin shrugs, shy and blushing. “I really don’t have a reason for this one but yeah… This will all make sense in a few minutes. There’s one more.”
The breeze on the balcony is slightly chilly, but the view of the city below is more than worth it.
Another tree, probably the biggest of all of them, sits in the corner, decorated with the brightest lights and prettiest ornaments.
“Jongin? I can’t find the present. Where is it?” Kyungsoo wonders aloud, crouching down to peek underneath.
Jongin clears his throat and when his boyfriend turns around, they are eye to eye.
“Here it is, Kyungsoo,” he says softly, bending down on one knee.
“Those were just some of the reasons of why I love you so much. There are so many more but even ten books couldn’t contain everything that makes you perfect. So, Do Kyungsoo,” Jongin pauses, opening the box. “Will you marry me?”
He gasps, speechless; the sight of the beautiful diamond encrusted silver ring nearly flooring him.
“Jongin, I…” Kyungsoo hesitates, a moment too long and regret flashes briefly across Jongin’s features.
“No, no Jongin, I’m just-” he starts again but the younger boy moves to get up, the beginnings of an apology on his lips.
Kyungsoo rushes forward, placing his hands firmly on Jongin’s shoulders.
“Yes! Jongin, please, yes. I don’t know w-what to say,” he stutters, tears forming in the corners of his eyes.
“‘I love you’ would be a good start,” Jongin laughs, pure joy replacing any fear he had, sliding the ring on Kyungsoo’s finger with shaky hands.
The blond gets back on his feet, taking his fiance’s face between his palms, wiping the tears that fall from Kyungsoo’s eyes as he blinks.
“Is the no kissing rule over now?” the older boy whispers, smiling despite the sobs attempting to escape his throat.
Jongin doesn’t answer with words, but rather a crushing kiss that takes both of their breaths away. They stay linked together, hands roaming over each others bodies, only breaking apart when Kyungsoo starts to shiver from the cold.
Jongin doesn’t stop, however, and they stumble through the living room, picking up the lube and condoms on the way.
“You planned this, didn’t you?” Kyungsoo breathes between kisses, Jongin moving to mouth around his neck.
“Maybe.”
my love,
here is the room key for #100 at the gold hotel. take your time and bring over a few changes of clothes. see you there.
happy anniversary baby.
love, jongin
Kyungsoo really doesn’t know what to expect. Half of him almost expects to see his boyfriend naked with a big, red bow around his hips and the other half is honestly clueless. Jongin may be naive but predictable he is not.
“You didn’t tell me you rented the penthouse suite,” Kyungsoo says, slightly startled to come chest to chest with Jongin at the doorway.
“Well, I did,” he replies, backing away to reveal the wide expanse of the living room, a Christmas tree in every corner, sparkling with blue and white lights.
Jongin lifts a finger to close Kyungsoo’s gaping mouth. “Let’s start.”
He takes his tiny boyfriend by the wrist, tugging him into the kitchen. There, a miniature tree sits upon the island, a few strings of popcorn strewn across the top.
Jongin takes a deep breath, watching Kyungsoo pick the off-white envelope from its small branches.
“Number thirteen. I love your cooking. So, I got you-” he begins but Kyungsoo cuts him off, finishing his sentence as he reads the two silver tickets inside.
“Reservations to The French Laundry! Jongin, how did you get these? This is the best restaurant in the world!” Kyungsoo is absolutely flabbergasted, eyes wide and face breaking into a smile.
He shrugs, gently setting the envelope back on the counter. “I have a plan, okay? Also no kisses until the end.” Jongin barely resists the pouty lips he gets in protest.
He leads Kyungsoo into the bathroom next where an elaborate wreath dressed with berries and bows hangs on the door.
“Number twelve. I know how much you love pop music so, I got you that Bruno Mars album. I love when you sing and hum around the house when you think I’m not paying attention,” Jongin laughs, pinching Kyungsoo’s cheek when he blushes. “Look inside.”
Two tickets to Maroon 5’s tour fall from the the inside cover and Kyungsoo is almost in tears as he picks them up.
“But Jongin, these are for the North American tour?” He looks so cute with his puffed out cheeks and bright eyes.
“I told you, Soo. I have a plan,” he grins, giving in and pecking Kyungsoo on the forehead.
They find themselves back in the living room, starting with the tree near the door.
It’s well decorated, strings of multicolored lights blinking in timed patterns. There are plenty of decorations but no gift to be seen. The only thing out of place is a picture of a calendar.
Jongin rubs his neck nervously. “Okay, I didn’t really know what to do for this one but, here’s reason number eleven. I really admire your dedication and you work really hard all the time so I thought I’d call your boss and well...” he stops, reaching out to flip the paper over. “Enjoy a month off, Kyungsoo.”
“God, Jongin, I’m going to go crazy without anything to do for a month!” Kyungsoo mock whines, walking to the next tree.
“Don’t worry, you’ll be pretty busy,” the blond laughs.
Kyungsoo pulls a box from beneath the tree, tearing off the paper and he tries to hide the disappointment from his face.
“A dog bone,” he deadpans.
“Not just a dog bone. Look in the card,” Jongin offers.
This time, there’s no effort to stop puzzled look that he sends Jongin. “Adoption papers?”
“Number ten. I love how compassionate you are to everyone and everything, even if you try to hide it. I know I’ve been begging for a pet but I saw the way you looked at that puppy when we went to the shelter. I decided to buy her. She’ll be with Chanyeol until we get back.”
Kyungsoo wants to ask where they’d be coming back from but Jongin is already dragging him to the other tree.
He hands him a large, rectangular present and Kyungsoo takes a moment to appreciate the neatly wrapped gift.
“I must say,” he starts, pulling off the paper, “your wrapping skills are very impressive. And this is coming from a neat freak.”
A shiny gold plaque mounted on dark hardwood reflects the lights onto Kyungsoo’s face. The engraving says “Be #1” and he looks up at Jongin with a smile.
“Number nine. You say this all the time and I really love it. You always strive to be the best you can be but sometimes you forget how special you are. Remember, you’re my number one,” Jongin grins, placing the plaque on the table.
Kyungsoo is already at the next tree, trying to reach the small box on the top. But Jongin is behind him, pressing his body to flush to Kyungsoo’s, grabbing the gift with ease.
“I love it when you get flustered, baby,” he teases and receives a lame threat and a shut up in response.
“So, number eight. I know you love black and I really love it when you wear black turtlenecks and you know, all that. So I thought I’d get you something nice,” Jongin shrugs.
Kyungsoo kind of expects it to be a gift card, given the current trend of papers and tickets, but he instead finds an elegant black star diopside pendant. It has the perfect star shaped glint, a simple stone on a white gold chain.
“Jongin, this is gorgeous,” Kyungsoo says as he secures the clasp behind his neck. It sits perfectly right between his collarbones.
Kyungsoo expects another explanation for the next gift but Jongin only nods to the red bag on the floor. He feels around in the bag, trying to see if Jongin actually wrapped the items in the tissue paper but he quickly finds out that isn’t the case. Once his hands touch the plastic bottle and cardboard box Kyungsoo squeezes his eyes shut, a blush spreading across his face.
“Kim Jongin,” he whines, pulling out strawberry flavored condoms and lube. “God, you are so embarrassing.”
“Number seven. I love how gorgeous and sexy you are. Just, the way you melt in my arms and how you moan my nam-” Kyungsoo slaps a hand on his mouth.
“Enough, oh my God.”
Jongin only laughs, taking Kyungsoo’s hand in his. The next tree is in the bedroom by the large, flatscreen television on the wall. A box in gold wrapping paper sits on the edge of the mantle.
Kyungsoo gives it a few shakes, trying to guess the contents of the box, before stripping the paper away.
Jongin inhales deeply. “So, number six. I love watching movies and TV with you. I couldn’t decide on which one to get so I settled with the tennis anime,” he says, watching Kyungsoo’s expression carefully.
Kyungsoo beams up at him. “Thanks Jongin. This is the complete set too! Promise you’ll watch it with me?” he asks hopefully.
“I promise.”
Jongin walks them back into the living room, sitting down on the couch and Kyungsoo settles himself between the younger boy’s legs.
“I didn’t have enough space or trees for reasons five, four or three but, I do have gifts. Number five,” Jongin begins, pulling another envelope from his coat pocket. “Thank you so much for supporting me and my dancing and being there for me every time I failed an audition or messed up a stage.”
He wraps his arm tighter around his boyfriend’s thin waist, pulling him closer.
“So I want you to know that I got casted for the ballet production. Here’s the ticket to the first show.”
Kyungsoo immediately forgoes the piece of paper for hugging Jongin, turning around to throw himself onto his boyfriend.
“Jongin, that’s amazing!” he smiles, going in for a kiss until Jongin stops him. Kyungsoo thinks the no kissing rule is stupid. But he remembers all the long hours Jongin spent at his studio, grueling over difficult choreography until he finally got it right. He figures he can wait ten more minutes.
“Number four. We both love Pororo and honestly, I was afraid you’d think I was childish but you didn’t,” Jongin laughs, pressing a small Pororo charm into Kyungsoo’s palms.
“I thought the same thing, actually,” Kyungsoo replies. The little figurine dangles from the headphone jack on his phone and he watches it swing back and forth.
Jongin produces a manilla envelope from seemingly nowhere and places it in Kyungsoo’s hands.
“Papers printed off the internet? What the-”
“Read it, Kyungsoo.” Jongin smirks.
He has to squint at the small writing but he catches names of the fanciest, most impressive and famous hotels and resorts in California.
“Reason three. You’ve been through so much and you deserve to be treated well.” The look in Jongin’s eyes is so intense, so genuine it makes Kyungsoo’s stomach do backflips.
There’s something else in the envelope and four airline tickets fall into his lap when he shakes it upside down.
Kyungsoo looks up, eyes wide as everything fits into place.
Jongin shrugs, shy and blushing. “I really don’t have a reason for this one but yeah… This will all make sense in a few minutes. There’s one more.”
The breeze on the balcony is slightly chilly, but the view of the city below is more than worth it.
Another tree, probably the biggest of all of them, sits in the corner, decorated with the brightest lights and prettiest ornaments.
“Jongin? I can’t find the present. Where is it?” Kyungsoo wonders aloud, crouching down to peek underneath.
Jongin clears his throat and when his boyfriend turns around, they are eye to eye.
“Here it is, Kyungsoo,” he says softly, bending down on one knee.
“Those were just some of the reasons of why I love you so much. There are so many more but even ten books couldn’t contain everything that makes you perfect. So, Do Kyungsoo,” Jongin pauses, opening the box. “Will you marry me?”
He gasps, speechless; the sight of the beautiful diamond encrusted silver ring nearly flooring him.
“Jongin, I…” Kyungsoo hesitates, a moment too long and regret flashes briefly across Jongin’s features.
“No, no Jongin, I’m just-” he starts again but the younger boy moves to get up, the beginnings of an apology on his lips.
Kyungsoo rushes forward, placing his hands firmly on Jongin’s shoulders.
“Yes! Jongin, please, yes. I don’t know w-what to say,” he stutters, tears forming in the corners of his eyes.
“‘I love you’ would be a good start,” Jongin laughs, pure joy replacing any fear he had, sliding the ring on Kyungsoo’s finger with shaky hands.
The blond gets back on his feet, taking his fiance’s face between his palms, wiping the tears that fall from Kyungsoo’s eyes as he blinks.
“Is the no kissing rule over now?” the older boy whispers, smiling despite the sobs attempting to escape his throat.
Jongin doesn’t answer with words, but rather a crushing kiss that takes both of their breaths away. They stay linked together, hands roaming over each others bodies, only breaking apart when Kyungsoo starts to shiver from the cold.
Jongin doesn’t stop, however, and they stumble through the living room, picking up the lube and condoms on the way.
“You planned this, didn’t you?” Kyungsoo breathes between kisses, Jongin moving to mouth around his neck.
“Maybe.”