post #16

[seoulfulness]

Fics( #15).

Always EXO, Kris/Lay, Xiumin/Luhan, Tao/Chen
give a little, get a lot infinite, hoya/sunggyu
shush 4minute/f(x), hyuna-centric, hyuna/amber [warning: self-injury]
birthday girl f(x), amber/krystal
raise infinite, woohyun/sunggyu
some like it hot exo, kai/chanyeol [warning: harm]
untitled exo, chanyeol/d.o.
seeking a friend at the end

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[ot12, kai/lu han] and the history books forgot about us (2/4)

[anonymous]

Except Jongin is not a kid anymore, seven years after their debut. Lu Han prods Jongin's sharp shoulders when he catches him sitting on the edge of the empty stage, just staring up at the empty seats rising high up the venue in the white hours between three and five in the early morning. He remembers thinking they all seemed so small compared to the stage in their very first concert, so nervous Jongin and he couldn't even sync their beats together between one solo and the next. Five years later after that nerve-wracking first time of too much anxiety and bone-deep exhaustion, they finally look tall and grounded enough to own this stage now.

Jongin looks calm. He feels calm. Lu Han slings an arm around Jongin's shoulders. Kai and Lu Han of EXO. Soon enough they won't be that anymore. Just Lu Han. Just Kai, or maybe just Kim Jongin.

Jongin leans his head against Lu Han's smaller shoulders. Comfortable in his own skin. Strands of hair tickle Lu Han's cheeks. They will miss this.

Ten minutes until showtime, and the buzz of shouts and cheer in the concert arena is already deafening. It drives sharp vibration through all their frames, a pure rush of adrenaline and fierce joy. They all squeeze in next to each other, all twelve of them in a squished circle for the last time in a long long while. Twelve hands gripping each other's, strong and warm and so so familiar. Someone's nails are digging hard into his hand, but it's impossible to wipe the grin off his face. Jongin's arm is slung over Baekhyun's shoulders, but his hand is curling around the back of Lu Han's neck. They are all grinning and smiling now, the joy close to bursting out of their hearts as they hold on to each other, mouths opened wide for one last cheer.

They grew up together. They've grown up together. Eight plus years of tentative acquaintances, colleagues, friends, brothers. Family.

"EXO, SARANGHAJA!!"

The shout is the loudest they've ever done, drowning out even the pressing background buzz. Chanyeol's voice booms the loudest over all of them, his voice cracking into a hoarse cry half-way. Baekhyun is laughing, but Jongin could already see his eyes getting red as Baekhyun buries his face into his shoulders. Their hands linger over each other's even after the cheer stops ringing in their ears.

They have been doing this for years and years; they have stood on all the biggest stages across the continents, oceans, and language barriers; yet Jongin still thinks the most beautiful moment of a concert is those few brief seconds when they slowly rise up to the stage, soaking in the heat of thousands of people and the bass of the track thrumming under their feet, when the air dips into a collectively held breath and the lights finally hit them and Jongin discreetly tugs off one of his earbuds and--

The arena explodes.