horizons
Title: horizons
Pairing: Kai/Kyungsoo
Genre: fluff
Length: 1551w
Summary: Kyungsoo asks Jongin for a story. Jongin weaves him a world.
‘Tell me a story,’ Kyungsoo whispers, Jongin’s arm curled around his shoulders, his head nestled against the younger’s chest. They’re lying in an open field, faraway trees and mountains their only companions, the car some way behind them, still warm from the long drive. Jongin fidgets a little, the blanket they’re lying on riding up against his calves, before he meets Kyungsoo’s eyes and gives his boyfriend a peck on the forehead.
‘What about?’ he asks, even though he hasn’t come prepared. His plan for the evening was to watch the sunset with his boyfriend, he’d worry about the rest once the stars came out.
‘The sky,’ says Kyungsoo, stretching his palm around two of Jongin’s fingers, squeezing them without much thought.
‘Okay,’ says Jongin, and he clears his throat, casts his eyes to the mountains they see silhouetted behind their feet.
This isn’t the first time Kyungsoo’s asked him for a story out of the blue, isn’t the first time he’s had to fill the silence with only his imagination and his words. Jongin has words tucked under his tongue and whole worlds strung in his throat - it takes him a few minutes to find them, but when he does, they spring to life.
Like they’ve been waiting, like this is their moment.
‘Have you ever wondered what makes the sunset so beautiful?’ asks Jongin. Kyungsoo shakes his head, whispers a soft no that Jongin barely hears. ‘Well - the sun gives its all during the day, shines bright enough that we can’t look at it, right? We can’t see up, and, probably, nothing can see down.’
‘Go on,’ urges Kyungsoo, interest peaking in the way he stops fiddling with Jongin’s hand.
‘And some people might say that’s arrogant,’ Jongin continues, noting with pleasure the subtle rise of Kyungsoo’s eyebrows. ‘You know - look at me, my presence blinds you, but you can’t see much else around me. The sun wants all our attention but doesn’t want us to actually see it.’
‘Mmm,’ Kyungsoo lets out a soft hum under his breath. He nuzzles into Jongin’s chest, pulls the younger’s arm tighter around him because he likes feeling safe, and there’s no place safer than the crook of Jongin’s elbows, the gentle bends of his arms, the solidity of his chest. His eyes fall closed, content brushing against him in waves.
‘But it always bows to the night. Should I tell you why?’
‘Why?’
Jongin adjusts his position a little bit, holds Kyungsoo more comfortably against him. ‘Well - there are two love stories here, and the story of a brotherhood far preceding that of Damon and Pythias’, one that’s as old as the universe itself.’ Jongin pauses. He listens to Kyungsoo’s breathing, tries to gage whether or not his boyfriend has fallen asleep.
He hasn’t, so Jongin continues.
‘Well, the first love story goes that for as long as the earth and its beings can remember, the sun has always had a love affair with the moon. And he’s tried courting her, tried everything to be with her - but his power was too strong, his self too large. He almost consumed her, almost set fire to her from the outside in.’ Jongin pauses. He angles his hand up to comb his fingers through Kyungsoo’s hair, and it’s soft, and it’s warm, and it’s Kyungsoo - which, really, is all that matters.
‘He stopped as soon as he saw that he was hurting her. But the damage had been done - he’d left craters on her skin, broke off bits of her in sporadic patches, and the guilt of it was almost too much for him to bear.
‘And so he distanced himself, from the moon and the earth, and for a while, darkness was all the world knew. That is - until the sky spoke to him.’ Kyungsoo’s ears perk up, and it’s one of those small signs that just serves to encourage Jongin. He smiles through his words - Kyungsoo can hear it.
‘And here is where the stitching joins a love story with a story of brothers, because as long as the sun had existed, so had the sky - neither had known a life before the other.’ Jongin clears his throat. ‘The sky convinced the sun that the mistake was not his intention. Nobody intends to hurt the ones they love - or else, could it really be called love?’
A quiet no floats into Jongin’s hearing, and he kisses the top of Kyungsoo’s head.
‘The sky went on to tell him that unlike the sun, it was infinite. It stretched further than any eye could see, covered every last inch of what limited things one could see. It had seen what its brother had not - life, death, love, birth. Any number of little miracles, none of which would be possible without the sun. It convinced him to return to his place in its embrace - and promised, in turn, to hold his lover as delicately as the sun wished he himself could, half a world away, and planets apart.
‘And so, light returned to the earth. Warmth saw the birth of humans and with it, tyranny and romance and despair and ecstasy. Hearts were joined, and hearts were broken. And the earth flourished under the sun’s care.’
‘But what about the moon?’ asks Kyungsoo, and Jongin can tell from his tone of voice that he’s been waiting to hear that part, especially, but didn’t want to interrupt his boyfriend’s story.
‘Well - not long after the sun’s return, the sky carried a gift to the moon from its brother. It was a cloak of his light - not strong enough to burn the eyes or the skin, but not weak enough that she would be lost in the black of night. She knew she couldn’t be with him - it just wasn’t possible. So from then on, she wore his gift every night, as a way to hold her faraway lover close.’
Jongin doesn’t miss the way Kyungsoo’s fingers curl into his shirt. This is his favourite part of pulling a story out of the air for his boyfriend - the elder’s honest reactions. He doesn’t know what it is about his stories in particular that does this to Kyungsoo, but he’s glad for it.
It’s nice to know that just his words and his voice are enough to move his boyfriend, when a multi-million dollar movie about a man telling his ailing wife the story about how if she was a bird, he was a bird, and how he wrote her 365 letters everyday for a year - wasn’t.
He just liked knowing that he had that effect on Kyungsoo.
‘And that’s really what sunsets are made of - a love so strong that it spans aeons, the announcing of one’s distant lover whose affections still hold strong. The colours are really just made up of love and longing - and that’s why you feel so many things when you witness a sunset, because it’s just raw emotions spread across the sky.’
‘I’d never be able to live like that,’ says Kyungsoo, and Jongin can tell that the elder knows he’s being silly, but he hasn’t put a filter on his thoughts because - well, he’s with Jongin, after all. Just Jongin and Jongin all at once. You don’t put defences up against a heart that has the key to your own.
‘Like what?’ Jongin asks, and it comes out sounding more like a tease than he means for it to, but Kyungsoo doesn’t mind.
‘You know - that’d be like living my life in your clothes and never getting to touch you again. Or see you again - or have you again,’ says Kyungsoo.
‘It’s a good thing some stories are just stories, then,’ Jongin says, the words slipping out of his mouth just before a chuckle rocks his chest against Kyungsoo’s head. When the elder stays silent, Jongin straightens himself up, softly urging Kyungsoo to do the same.
‘I told you there were two, though,’ he reminds, sitting cross-legged in front of his boyfriend. Kyungsoo mimics him.
‘Two what?’
Jongin fakes an expression of hurt, pouts in a way that usually leads to Kyungsoo kissing him. ‘Love stories,’ he replies, and Kyungsoo’s mouth breaks into a grin.
‘Okay,’ says Kyungsoo slowly, ‘What’s the second one?’
‘It’s the love between the sky and the earth,’ says Jongin, so smoothly and readily he’s sure the elder knows he’s been holding them on the tip of his tongue. ‘The colours are the most vibrant and beautiful at points where the sky touches the earth - that’s why people seek horizons, even though the sunset is usually all around them.’
Kyungsoo laughs then, amusement bubbling up into one of the most gorgeous and endearing sounds Jongin’s ever had the pleasure of hearing.
‘And what are those colours made of?’ asks Kyungsoo, his tone challenging. Jongin leans in closer, confidence building in the smirk he has on his lips.
‘The same thing all beautiful things are made of - light, and love, and want.’
‘Just like the sun and the moon.’
‘And the earth and the sky.’
‘You’re the sky - ’
‘And you’re my world.’
It’s a brief thought that Kyungsoo has before Jongin’s lips meet his, but it’s comforting all the same - sometimes, once upon a times become happily ever afters.
He plans on sailing towards one with Jongin.
Author’s Note: Hello! Once again, I have been gone for quite a long while, etc, etc… Also, idk what genre this really counts as. I wanted to have Jongin tell Kyungsoo a story about the sunset, because when I went travelling and saw it in the desert - well, sunsets deserve epics written in their name, so this is my humble attempt at one.
Also, I saw a myths prompt list, and the first was to write a myth to explain the sunset. Idk if this counts??? I just like the mental image of Jongin in glasses telling Kyungsoo a story he made up on the spot.
Idk.
Also, I should be packing now, but I wrote this instead.
Please excuse my being rusty!!!! Life updates include graduating from uni, moving back home to Malaysia, and going travelling before I start my job. Yeah that’s right this idiot has a degree lmao
#adulthood
Also any of y'all going to Exoluxion MY? I'm just curious, yknow, for science.
Hope all of you are doing well! :)
ask.fm
Pairing: Kai/Kyungsoo
Genre: fluff
Length: 1551w
Summary: Kyungsoo asks Jongin for a story. Jongin weaves him a world.
‘Tell me a story,’ Kyungsoo whispers, Jongin’s arm curled around his shoulders, his head nestled against the younger’s chest. They’re lying in an open field, faraway trees and mountains their only companions, the car some way behind them, still warm from the long drive. Jongin fidgets a little, the blanket they’re lying on riding up against his calves, before he meets Kyungsoo’s eyes and gives his boyfriend a peck on the forehead.
‘What about?’ he asks, even though he hasn’t come prepared. His plan for the evening was to watch the sunset with his boyfriend, he’d worry about the rest once the stars came out.
‘The sky,’ says Kyungsoo, stretching his palm around two of Jongin’s fingers, squeezing them without much thought.
‘Okay,’ says Jongin, and he clears his throat, casts his eyes to the mountains they see silhouetted behind their feet.
This isn’t the first time Kyungsoo’s asked him for a story out of the blue, isn’t the first time he’s had to fill the silence with only his imagination and his words. Jongin has words tucked under his tongue and whole worlds strung in his throat - it takes him a few minutes to find them, but when he does, they spring to life.
Like they’ve been waiting, like this is their moment.
‘Have you ever wondered what makes the sunset so beautiful?’ asks Jongin. Kyungsoo shakes his head, whispers a soft no that Jongin barely hears. ‘Well - the sun gives its all during the day, shines bright enough that we can’t look at it, right? We can’t see up, and, probably, nothing can see down.’
‘Go on,’ urges Kyungsoo, interest peaking in the way he stops fiddling with Jongin’s hand.
‘And some people might say that’s arrogant,’ Jongin continues, noting with pleasure the subtle rise of Kyungsoo’s eyebrows. ‘You know - look at me, my presence blinds you, but you can’t see much else around me. The sun wants all our attention but doesn’t want us to actually see it.’
‘Mmm,’ Kyungsoo lets out a soft hum under his breath. He nuzzles into Jongin’s chest, pulls the younger’s arm tighter around him because he likes feeling safe, and there’s no place safer than the crook of Jongin’s elbows, the gentle bends of his arms, the solidity of his chest. His eyes fall closed, content brushing against him in waves.
‘But it always bows to the night. Should I tell you why?’
‘Why?’
Jongin adjusts his position a little bit, holds Kyungsoo more comfortably against him. ‘Well - there are two love stories here, and the story of a brotherhood far preceding that of Damon and Pythias’, one that’s as old as the universe itself.’ Jongin pauses. He listens to Kyungsoo’s breathing, tries to gage whether or not his boyfriend has fallen asleep.
He hasn’t, so Jongin continues.
‘Well, the first love story goes that for as long as the earth and its beings can remember, the sun has always had a love affair with the moon. And he’s tried courting her, tried everything to be with her - but his power was too strong, his self too large. He almost consumed her, almost set fire to her from the outside in.’ Jongin pauses. He angles his hand up to comb his fingers through Kyungsoo’s hair, and it’s soft, and it’s warm, and it’s Kyungsoo - which, really, is all that matters.
‘He stopped as soon as he saw that he was hurting her. But the damage had been done - he’d left craters on her skin, broke off bits of her in sporadic patches, and the guilt of it was almost too much for him to bear.
‘And so he distanced himself, from the moon and the earth, and for a while, darkness was all the world knew. That is - until the sky spoke to him.’ Kyungsoo’s ears perk up, and it’s one of those small signs that just serves to encourage Jongin. He smiles through his words - Kyungsoo can hear it.
‘And here is where the stitching joins a love story with a story of brothers, because as long as the sun had existed, so had the sky - neither had known a life before the other.’ Jongin clears his throat. ‘The sky convinced the sun that the mistake was not his intention. Nobody intends to hurt the ones they love - or else, could it really be called love?’
A quiet no floats into Jongin’s hearing, and he kisses the top of Kyungsoo’s head.
‘The sky went on to tell him that unlike the sun, it was infinite. It stretched further than any eye could see, covered every last inch of what limited things one could see. It had seen what its brother had not - life, death, love, birth. Any number of little miracles, none of which would be possible without the sun. It convinced him to return to his place in its embrace - and promised, in turn, to hold his lover as delicately as the sun wished he himself could, half a world away, and planets apart.
‘And so, light returned to the earth. Warmth saw the birth of humans and with it, tyranny and romance and despair and ecstasy. Hearts were joined, and hearts were broken. And the earth flourished under the sun’s care.’
‘But what about the moon?’ asks Kyungsoo, and Jongin can tell from his tone of voice that he’s been waiting to hear that part, especially, but didn’t want to interrupt his boyfriend’s story.
‘Well - not long after the sun’s return, the sky carried a gift to the moon from its brother. It was a cloak of his light - not strong enough to burn the eyes or the skin, but not weak enough that she would be lost in the black of night. She knew she couldn’t be with him - it just wasn’t possible. So from then on, she wore his gift every night, as a way to hold her faraway lover close.’
Jongin doesn’t miss the way Kyungsoo’s fingers curl into his shirt. This is his favourite part of pulling a story out of the air for his boyfriend - the elder’s honest reactions. He doesn’t know what it is about his stories in particular that does this to Kyungsoo, but he’s glad for it.
It’s nice to know that just his words and his voice are enough to move his boyfriend, when a multi-million dollar movie about a man telling his ailing wife the story about how if she was a bird, he was a bird, and how he wrote her 365 letters everyday for a year - wasn’t.
He just liked knowing that he had that effect on Kyungsoo.
‘And that’s really what sunsets are made of - a love so strong that it spans aeons, the announcing of one’s distant lover whose affections still hold strong. The colours are really just made up of love and longing - and that’s why you feel so many things when you witness a sunset, because it’s just raw emotions spread across the sky.’
‘I’d never be able to live like that,’ says Kyungsoo, and Jongin can tell that the elder knows he’s being silly, but he hasn’t put a filter on his thoughts because - well, he’s with Jongin, after all. Just Jongin and Jongin all at once. You don’t put defences up against a heart that has the key to your own.
‘Like what?’ Jongin asks, and it comes out sounding more like a tease than he means for it to, but Kyungsoo doesn’t mind.
‘You know - that’d be like living my life in your clothes and never getting to touch you again. Or see you again - or have you again,’ says Kyungsoo.
‘It’s a good thing some stories are just stories, then,’ Jongin says, the words slipping out of his mouth just before a chuckle rocks his chest against Kyungsoo’s head. When the elder stays silent, Jongin straightens himself up, softly urging Kyungsoo to do the same.
‘I told you there were two, though,’ he reminds, sitting cross-legged in front of his boyfriend. Kyungsoo mimics him.
‘Two what?’
Jongin fakes an expression of hurt, pouts in a way that usually leads to Kyungsoo kissing him. ‘Love stories,’ he replies, and Kyungsoo’s mouth breaks into a grin.
‘Okay,’ says Kyungsoo slowly, ‘What’s the second one?’
‘It’s the love between the sky and the earth,’ says Jongin, so smoothly and readily he’s sure the elder knows he’s been holding them on the tip of his tongue. ‘The colours are the most vibrant and beautiful at points where the sky touches the earth - that’s why people seek horizons, even though the sunset is usually all around them.’
Kyungsoo laughs then, amusement bubbling up into one of the most gorgeous and endearing sounds Jongin’s ever had the pleasure of hearing.
‘And what are those colours made of?’ asks Kyungsoo, his tone challenging. Jongin leans in closer, confidence building in the smirk he has on his lips.
‘The same thing all beautiful things are made of - light, and love, and want.’
‘Just like the sun and the moon.’
‘And the earth and the sky.’
‘You’re the sky - ’
‘And you’re my world.’
It’s a brief thought that Kyungsoo has before Jongin’s lips meet his, but it’s comforting all the same - sometimes, once upon a times become happily ever afters.
He plans on sailing towards one with Jongin.
Author’s Note: Hello! Once again, I have been gone for quite a long while, etc, etc… Also, idk what genre this really counts as. I wanted to have Jongin tell Kyungsoo a story about the sunset, because when I went travelling and saw it in the desert - well, sunsets deserve epics written in their name, so this is my humble attempt at one.
Also, I saw a myths prompt list, and the first was to write a myth to explain the sunset. Idk if this counts??? I just like the mental image of Jongin in glasses telling Kyungsoo a story he made up on the spot.
Idk.
Also, I should be packing now, but I wrote this instead.
Please excuse my being rusty!!!! Life updates include graduating from uni, moving back home to Malaysia, and going travelling before I start my job. Yeah that’s right this idiot has a degree lmao
#adulthood
Also any of y'all going to Exoluxion MY? I'm just curious, yknow, for science.
Hope all of you are doing well! :)
ask.fm