A Fine Festivity
Title: A Fine Festivity
Author: Sasha
Pairing: Kaisoo
Rating: PG-15
Genre: Fluff
A part of "Upon Which Kaisoo is the Voice of Reasons (and Actually Being Sensible)"
“Fuck!”
The lady whose dress is now stained with a not very attractive shade of wine red (the shade’s apparently only alluring when it’s inside a glass, not as an ugly blotch on an otherwise very elegant dress) could only stare with widened eyes at the young man in front of her, her mouth opening and closing repeatedly (like a fish, he thinks).
Just as he was about to say this out loud, a pair of small hands gripped his arms tightly and pulled him slightly backwards, making him take a forced step back, and snapping him out of it.
“I’m very sorry,” the owner of the hands said. “We are so very sorry. Here, please take my name card. I’ll take care of the dry cleaning bill. Once again, I am very sorry.”
The next thing he knew, Jongin felt his body being steered away from the crowd.
“Where are we going?” he asked. Only, it sounded more like “err whee gong” to Kyungsoo’s ears.
“I don’t know. Away from people. You need to get away from people,” Kyungsoo answered under his breath, all the while leading Jongin’s much larger body to keep moving, one stumbled step after another.
They kept moving amongst the crowd, walking away from the garden where the dance floor was and the music was loudest, into the small reception building.
“Ugh, why are there people everywhere?” Kyungsoo asked to himself, starting to get frustrated after their little wandering didn’t bring them anywhere quiet after a while.
Jongin stopped walking altogether in response, and slouched down to nuzzle Kyungsoo’s neck with an arm around his waist. “Baby, why do you want me away from people? Are you ashamed of me?” he slurred, his mouth slowly moving upwards towards Kyungsoo’s ears. “Why are you… oh. I know. You just want me so bad, don’t you, baby? Oh my god, you just can't wait to take off this stiff suit and go for my zipper and…”
Kyungsoo’s hand managed to cover Jongin’s mouth just in time before a couple of kids zoomed past by them, shrieking and chasing balloons.
“Okay, that’s it,” Kyungsoo breathed out in an exasperated sigh as he pulled Jongin by the arm into a cramped coat room he just spotted. “You are going to cool your head down in here, young man.”
At the realisation of where he was being led into, excitement flashed over Jongin’s eyes, and the sudden wide smirk that his lips formed instantenously made him look a bit more awake. “A coat room. Dear god, Kyungsoo, did you read my mind? I’ve always wanted to do it in a coat room. Very nice, Do Kyungsoo, very nice…”
Kyungsoo let out an exasperated sound for the umpteenth time that day, then pushed Jongin down so that he sat crumpled in a pathetic heap on the floor, his head nestling among the bottoms of endless coats. “No, Jongin, we are not doing… it in the coat room,” he dictated.
“Why not?” asked Jongin stubbornly, pulling Kyungsoo down by the hand with him, and crashing their lips together. His hands moved upwards from Kyungsoo’s hand to find the buttons on his shirt, to get them undone, but the hands fumble to no avail. As Jongin whined in frustration, Kyungsoo took the chance to move away. Jongin’s features were twisted in a drunken frown, his usually sleepy eyes looking even more so, and Kyungsoo cupped both his hands on Jongin’s sides of the face, cradling it gently. Jongin let out a purr in reflex, his head turning slightly sideways, his nose breathing in the scent of Kyungsoo’s skin.
“Please stay here for a bit while I go get water,” Kyungsoo said with a smile, despite Jongin’s obstinate behaviour. He kissed Jongin right between the brows, then stood up to leave. “I’ll come back for you, so please wait, okay?”
Kyungsoo thought he heard a small um before he turned to walk out of the cramped space.
As soon as Kyungsoo went out of sight, Jongin’s head lolled to his right shoulder, his eyes suddenly rather heavy, and the dizziness that was so faint a few minutes ago started to bother him. He groaned once, and closed his eyes, willing the headache to go away and wishing for Kyungsoo to come back to him.
He must have dozed off for a bit. As his eyes flicker open, a pair of large brown eyes staring at him, mere inches away from his face, startled him to waking. The pair of eyes narrowed and the skin on their corners crinkled, and only then Jongin could register the sound of a tinkling laughter.
“I knew I’d find you here,” the owner of the laughter said as he moved his face away from Jongin’s, giving Jongin space to gather his bearings. “Did Kyungsoo bring you here? Kinky.”
Jongin blinked his eyes rapidly before replying with a meagre yeah. The slight pounding in his head hadn’t subsided, and the room still looked like it was spinning a bit.
“Here, take this. You look like you could use some,” the man in the tuxedo said, hands proffering a glass of cool water to Jongin.
Jongin only noticed something rather odd after his first sip of water. “Wait. Why are you here bringing me water? This is your party, man. You should be outside dancing with the groom, getting it on on the dance floor.”
Luhan only smiled, and made himself comfortable right next to Jongin’s side, stretching his legs in front of him.
“Well. We have forever together. We can dance later,” he answered.
Jongin drew out an arm to curl around Luhan’s shoulders, hugging him the best he could considering how they were seated on the floor. “Congratulations, Luhan. You’re happy, right?” Luhan nodded. “Then I’m glad you’re happy.”
“Thanks, Jongin. Thank you so much for coming today.”
They fell silent for a while, with Jongin trying to control the nausea starting to creep up his stomach and with Luhan just fumbling with his own fingers. The comfortable silence was broken when Luhan hesitantly asked Jongin quietly.
“He’s not here, is he? He didn’t come?”
Jongin seriously had no idea who Luhan was talking about, so he simply replied with a “huh?”
“Sehun. I meant Sehun.”
Something clicked in Jongin’s head, and he let out a small oh, his lips pursing.
“No, he’s not here.”
Luhan tilted his head back and sighed, and Jongin noticed something about the change in his expression that he−
“Luhan, are you crying?”
The groom took a surprised intake of breath and turned to face Jongin. He wasn’t crying (yet), but that didn’t mean moisture wasn’t already collecting on the corner of his eyes. “Am not!”
The look on Jongin’s face was of pure incredulity. “Oh my fucking god! I can’t believe you! He’s the one who’s locked up in his room turning into green mould and you’re the one here shedding a tear!”
Luhan shifted uncomfortably, and at least he has the decency to look scandalised, Jongin thought. “It’s just that... he’s really important to me, you know? I really wanted him to be here today. That would mean a lot to me. I just wish he would understand, and I just wish...”
Jongin let out a small cynical laughter. “Luhan, come on. You’re the one who gotta understand. You know what he has to deal with? The kid’s still young.”
“He’s your age.”
“Yeah, well... he’s Sehun. He’s... never mind.” Jongin paused to scratch his head and take another sip of water. “The point is, just leave him alone for now, will you? Harassing him incessantly isn’t gonna reel him back.”
“I just want us to be really good friends again, you know.”
Jongin was about to give his friend a sympathetic smile when he spotted Kyungsoo coming into view, leaning into the doorway, one hand holding a glass of clear water, the other settled in his pocket. He flashed his lover a quick smile before turning back to face Luhan.
“I know,” he said brightly to Luhan, before using the arm still curled around Luhan’s shoulder to bring him closer and planting a big, wet, sloppy kiss on his cheek. He thought he heard Kyungsoo make out a strange squeaky sound, but he wasn’t sure because he was busy battling the swats of Luhan’s hands trying to push him away.
“Why do you always have to be so gross, Jongin?”
Jongin only replied with a crooked smile, and set down the half-empty glass of water Luhan gave him earlier. As he made his way out of the room, he pecked Kyungsoo on the lips, took the glass of water from Kyungsoo’s hand, and mumbled a “thank you” to Kyungsoo’s ears, all in one swift motion.
When Jongin was out of sight on yet another escapade of his, Kyungsoo looked down at where Luhan was still seated on the floor, under the neat rows of coats. He offered him a simple small smile before he spoke.
“He’s going to be okay, don’t you worry,” he said reassuringly, knowing full well Luhan would know who he was referring to. “Especially since a certain Kim Junmyeon is looking after him, um, rather... particularly well. So don’t you worry.”
Luhan moved to stand up and brush imaginary dust from his trousers, and straightened out the imaginary creases on his tux. He walked towards Kyungsoo and took Kyungsoo’s extended arm, ready to exit the coat room.
“Of course he’ll be alright,” he said as he took small, certain steps to proceed back into the crowd, back into the festivities. His party. His day. “Of course he will.”
Author: Sasha
Pairing: Kaisoo
Rating: PG-15
Genre: Fluff
A part of "Upon Which Kaisoo is the Voice of Reasons (and Actually Being Sensible)"
“Fuck!”
The lady whose dress is now stained with a not very attractive shade of wine red (the shade’s apparently only alluring when it’s inside a glass, not as an ugly blotch on an otherwise very elegant dress) could only stare with widened eyes at the young man in front of her, her mouth opening and closing repeatedly (like a fish, he thinks).
Just as he was about to say this out loud, a pair of small hands gripped his arms tightly and pulled him slightly backwards, making him take a forced step back, and snapping him out of it.
“I’m very sorry,” the owner of the hands said. “We are so very sorry. Here, please take my name card. I’ll take care of the dry cleaning bill. Once again, I am very sorry.”
The next thing he knew, Jongin felt his body being steered away from the crowd.
“Where are we going?” he asked. Only, it sounded more like “err whee gong” to Kyungsoo’s ears.
“I don’t know. Away from people. You need to get away from people,” Kyungsoo answered under his breath, all the while leading Jongin’s much larger body to keep moving, one stumbled step after another.
They kept moving amongst the crowd, walking away from the garden where the dance floor was and the music was loudest, into the small reception building.
“Ugh, why are there people everywhere?” Kyungsoo asked to himself, starting to get frustrated after their little wandering didn’t bring them anywhere quiet after a while.
Jongin stopped walking altogether in response, and slouched down to nuzzle Kyungsoo’s neck with an arm around his waist. “Baby, why do you want me away from people? Are you ashamed of me?” he slurred, his mouth slowly moving upwards towards Kyungsoo’s ears. “Why are you… oh. I know. You just want me so bad, don’t you, baby? Oh my god, you just can't wait to take off this stiff suit and go for my zipper and…”
Kyungsoo’s hand managed to cover Jongin’s mouth just in time before a couple of kids zoomed past by them, shrieking and chasing balloons.
“Okay, that’s it,” Kyungsoo breathed out in an exasperated sigh as he pulled Jongin by the arm into a cramped coat room he just spotted. “You are going to cool your head down in here, young man.”
At the realisation of where he was being led into, excitement flashed over Jongin’s eyes, and the sudden wide smirk that his lips formed instantenously made him look a bit more awake. “A coat room. Dear god, Kyungsoo, did you read my mind? I’ve always wanted to do it in a coat room. Very nice, Do Kyungsoo, very nice…”
Kyungsoo let out an exasperated sound for the umpteenth time that day, then pushed Jongin down so that he sat crumpled in a pathetic heap on the floor, his head nestling among the bottoms of endless coats. “No, Jongin, we are not doing… it in the coat room,” he dictated.
“Why not?” asked Jongin stubbornly, pulling Kyungsoo down by the hand with him, and crashing their lips together. His hands moved upwards from Kyungsoo’s hand to find the buttons on his shirt, to get them undone, but the hands fumble to no avail. As Jongin whined in frustration, Kyungsoo took the chance to move away. Jongin’s features were twisted in a drunken frown, his usually sleepy eyes looking even more so, and Kyungsoo cupped both his hands on Jongin’s sides of the face, cradling it gently. Jongin let out a purr in reflex, his head turning slightly sideways, his nose breathing in the scent of Kyungsoo’s skin.
“Please stay here for a bit while I go get water,” Kyungsoo said with a smile, despite Jongin’s obstinate behaviour. He kissed Jongin right between the brows, then stood up to leave. “I’ll come back for you, so please wait, okay?”
Kyungsoo thought he heard a small um before he turned to walk out of the cramped space.
As soon as Kyungsoo went out of sight, Jongin’s head lolled to his right shoulder, his eyes suddenly rather heavy, and the dizziness that was so faint a few minutes ago started to bother him. He groaned once, and closed his eyes, willing the headache to go away and wishing for Kyungsoo to come back to him.
He must have dozed off for a bit. As his eyes flicker open, a pair of large brown eyes staring at him, mere inches away from his face, startled him to waking. The pair of eyes narrowed and the skin on their corners crinkled, and only then Jongin could register the sound of a tinkling laughter.
“I knew I’d find you here,” the owner of the laughter said as he moved his face away from Jongin’s, giving Jongin space to gather his bearings. “Did Kyungsoo bring you here? Kinky.”
Jongin blinked his eyes rapidly before replying with a meagre yeah. The slight pounding in his head hadn’t subsided, and the room still looked like it was spinning a bit.
“Here, take this. You look like you could use some,” the man in the tuxedo said, hands proffering a glass of cool water to Jongin.
Jongin only noticed something rather odd after his first sip of water. “Wait. Why are you here bringing me water? This is your party, man. You should be outside dancing with the groom, getting it on on the dance floor.”
Luhan only smiled, and made himself comfortable right next to Jongin’s side, stretching his legs in front of him.
“Well. We have forever together. We can dance later,” he answered.
Jongin drew out an arm to curl around Luhan’s shoulders, hugging him the best he could considering how they were seated on the floor. “Congratulations, Luhan. You’re happy, right?” Luhan nodded. “Then I’m glad you’re happy.”
“Thanks, Jongin. Thank you so much for coming today.”
They fell silent for a while, with Jongin trying to control the nausea starting to creep up his stomach and with Luhan just fumbling with his own fingers. The comfortable silence was broken when Luhan hesitantly asked Jongin quietly.
“He’s not here, is he? He didn’t come?”
Jongin seriously had no idea who Luhan was talking about, so he simply replied with a “huh?”
“Sehun. I meant Sehun.”
Something clicked in Jongin’s head, and he let out a small oh, his lips pursing.
“No, he’s not here.”
Luhan tilted his head back and sighed, and Jongin noticed something about the change in his expression that he−
“Luhan, are you crying?”
The groom took a surprised intake of breath and turned to face Jongin. He wasn’t crying (yet), but that didn’t mean moisture wasn’t already collecting on the corner of his eyes. “Am not!”
The look on Jongin’s face was of pure incredulity. “Oh my fucking god! I can’t believe you! He’s the one who’s locked up in his room turning into green mould and you’re the one here shedding a tear!”
Luhan shifted uncomfortably, and at least he has the decency to look scandalised, Jongin thought. “It’s just that... he’s really important to me, you know? I really wanted him to be here today. That would mean a lot to me. I just wish he would understand, and I just wish...”
Jongin let out a small cynical laughter. “Luhan, come on. You’re the one who gotta understand. You know what he has to deal with? The kid’s still young.”
“He’s your age.”
“Yeah, well... he’s Sehun. He’s... never mind.” Jongin paused to scratch his head and take another sip of water. “The point is, just leave him alone for now, will you? Harassing him incessantly isn’t gonna reel him back.”
“I just want us to be really good friends again, you know.”
Jongin was about to give his friend a sympathetic smile when he spotted Kyungsoo coming into view, leaning into the doorway, one hand holding a glass of clear water, the other settled in his pocket. He flashed his lover a quick smile before turning back to face Luhan.
“I know,” he said brightly to Luhan, before using the arm still curled around Luhan’s shoulder to bring him closer and planting a big, wet, sloppy kiss on his cheek. He thought he heard Kyungsoo make out a strange squeaky sound, but he wasn’t sure because he was busy battling the swats of Luhan’s hands trying to push him away.
“Why do you always have to be so gross, Jongin?”
Jongin only replied with a crooked smile, and set down the half-empty glass of water Luhan gave him earlier. As he made his way out of the room, he pecked Kyungsoo on the lips, took the glass of water from Kyungsoo’s hand, and mumbled a “thank you” to Kyungsoo’s ears, all in one swift motion.
When Jongin was out of sight on yet another escapade of his, Kyungsoo looked down at where Luhan was still seated on the floor, under the neat rows of coats. He offered him a simple small smile before he spoke.
“He’s going to be okay, don’t you worry,” he said reassuringly, knowing full well Luhan would know who he was referring to. “Especially since a certain Kim Junmyeon is looking after him, um, rather... particularly well. So don’t you worry.”
Luhan moved to stand up and brush imaginary dust from his trousers, and straightened out the imaginary creases on his tux. He walked towards Kyungsoo and took Kyungsoo’s extended arm, ready to exit the coat room.
“Of course he’ll be alright,” he said as he took small, certain steps to proceed back into the crowd, back into the festivities. His party. His day. “Of course he will.”