my favourite thank you.
Title: my favourite thank you
Pairing: Kai/Kyungsoo
Genre: fluff
Length: 1660w
Summary: Jongin wants to hear Kyungsoo’s MAMA acceptance speech. He hears something that’s worth a lot more.
NOTE: BASICALLY MAMA AFTERMATH W THE BOYS AW YIS
Cool night air bites at their skin, but an excitement that’s almost tangible spurns their limbs on, eyes shining, the skin of their faces tainted with dried tear tracks. ‘Keep it together,’ mutters Jongdae, nudging Junmyeon in the ribs as they walk. ‘We’re going to surprise him, hyung. Your face. It’s not going the right way.’ Junmyeon gives the younger a shaky nod, and Jongdae slips his arm around the elder’s shoulders.
A little way behind them, Yixing shoves their award in Wufan’s hands behind his back, walking backwards in front of the elder to ensure that it’s completely hidden from view. When he’s satisfied, he throws Wufan a thumbs up. Minseok stops Luhan in his tracks and swipes his cuff under both the younger’s eyes - ‘Won’t my eyeliner stain? You’re going to get into trouble.’ ‘No I won’t. Bleach.’ - until his face is dry. Zitao, Sehun and Jongin are busy checking that the lead dancer’s eyes don’t look too out of shape, and Baekhyun and Chanyeol are, oddly, silent.
‘Here,’ the manager says, handing a slip of paper to Junmyeon. ‘That’s Kyungsoo’s room number. I have to settle a suitable check out time for him so I can get all you guys into the plane on time, so you go ahead without me.’ he adds, and then he turns and he’s gone. Junmyeon steps toward the elevator, finger still trembling when he presses the up button.
The arrow illuminates as the number descends, and all eleven men are quiet. ‘We lost.’ Junmyeon says, firmly. All of them file into the elevator. ‘We lost and we’re upset. Jongdae, stop smiling. Alright. Let’s go.’ They step out and their shoes make click click click sounds that echo down the corridor, Chanyeol smirking as a couple of nurses recognise them and visibly swoon.
Junmyeon stops outside Kyungsoo’s door, does a quick headcount before he squares his shoulders. ‘Ready?’ he asks, and Jongdae objects. He takes a couple of steps forward, hands outstretched, and slaps them onto Junmyeon’s cheeks. ‘OW. What the hell was that for?’ Junmyeon almost screeches, rubbing the injured area. The skin of his cheeks are reddening nicely, and Jongdae’s lips stretch out into a satisfied grin.
‘No offence, hyung, but you kind of cry a lot. And your face gets all red. You’ve calmed down too much,’ Jongdae says, dodging the light punch Junmyeon half-heartedly throws at him. They do a final check of their appearance and the trophy, and once they’re satisfied, Junmyeon gives a soft knock on the door. A quiet come in has him opening the door, and all eleven of them are greeted by a Kyungsoo who looks tired and in pain, but hopeful all the same.
‘Hey, Kyungsoo,’ Luhan says, lips curling into the most delicate smile he can manage as he sits himself down at the foot of the younger’s bed. The rest of the members file in, most of them standing awkwardly around Kyungsoo’s bed, Chanyeol, Chen and Baekhyun throwing themselves across the spare one next to his. Wufan shuffles against a wall, trophy concealed perfectly from Kyungsoo’s vision.
‘So… What’s the verdict?’ Kyungsoo asks slowly, eyes darting from member to member, only to be met with the same expression - of disappointment. Worry starts to tug at his heartstrings, and the skin between his eyebrows starts to wrinkle. ‘We… Did we win anything?’ he asks, voice slightly trembling. None of the members give him a response. Kyungsoo’s eyes drop to his hands, trembling atop his bedsheets.
Luhan looks up and motions to Wufan, who hands him the trophy and starts counting down - ‘Surprise!’ all eleven boys yell, and Kyungsoo’s head flies up to meet the trophy that Luhan’s thrust right in front of him. The change is instantaneous - his a spark shines in Kyungsoo’s eyes, his back straightens, his lips morph into the heart-shaped smile all the fans know and love. It warms his members’ hearts - all of them saw the look on his face onstage a few minutes ago, pain contorting his features. It’s a relief to have that smile back amongst them.
Another knock comes at the door, and the manager’s head pokes through. ‘They’re letting you go, Kyungsoo. We’re going back to the hotel now,’ he says. The members all fuss around Kyungsoo, who refuses eleven sets of arms in favour of just two - Baekhyun’s and Jongdae’s - and then they’re all trudging off downstairs, taking two elevators so as to not jostle their comrade.
The drive back to the hotel is uneventful - Kyungsoo’s head falls against Jongin’s shoulder and the younger stiffens, trying not to move too much and waken the elder - and the trophy is once again passed around and marvelled at, Jongdae having beat out Chanyeol and Baekhyun for custody of it in his van instead of the other two.
‘Hey, we’re here,’ Jongin whispers, shifting a little to wake Kyungsoo. The elder binks blearily at him, before scooting himself out the van and half-falling into Zitao’s arms. Zitao links both Kyungsoo’s arms across Baekhyun’s and Jongdae’s shoulders, and the three make their way slowly to Kyungsoo’s room, the other members rushing ahead to prepare it for him.
Kyungsoo comes up to a room with far too many people inside, his covers thrown back and a clean set of clothes laid out for him. ‘Settle him in and then leave him alone. He needs his rest and the company paid for twelve rooms, so I expect all of you in your respective rooms when I try to wake you tomorrow. Understood?’ the manager says. Junmyeon nods in acknowledgement and watches as the manager leaves.
‘Help him change,’ Junmyeon says. Minseok gets to work making Kyungsoo a cup of hot tea as Baekhyun and Jongdae get Kyungsoo changed, and the rest of the members leave, bidding each other goodnight. Jongin hangs behind, not really doing anything, but Junmyeon doesn’t make him leave when he spots him. When Kyungsoo’s settled, Junmyeon grabs Minseok, Jongdae and Baekhyun, pushes them out of the room and smiles a goodbye to Jongin and Kyungsoo. The door slams shut and a silence descends, and Jongin suddenly finds the lines in his palm extremely fascinating.
‘Jongin?’ Kyungsoo calls, and Jongin squeaks, startled. The elder holds back a laugh. ‘Aren’t you going to sleep? It’s late,’ he finishes. Jongin shakes his head. ‘Why not? I’ll let you sleep in here if you want, just make sure you’re back in your room before manager hyung comes to wake us tomorrow.’
‘I’ll go back to my room, Soo, I don’t want to bother you or get you in trouble. It’s just...’ his voice trails off, and Kyungsoo cocks his head in curiosity. Jongin’s actually blushing now, but Kyungsoo knows better than to say anything. ‘It’s just… This award is a huge one, and all of us got to say our piece onstage just now, and… I just - I feel kinda bad that you didn’t get to say your speech.’
A wry smile decorates Kyungsoo’s face. ‘It’s okay, Jongin. If we work hard, I’m sure I’ll have more opportunities. I’ll just have to wait.’
‘Why… Why won’t you just say it now?’ Jongin asks. His question drips with innocence and expectation, and Kyungsoo looks visibly taken aback. ‘I just - I mean, this is our first major MAMA award, and you’re never going to feel like this again because you only get one chance at your firsts, and -’
Kyungsoo’s chuckle cuts him off, and Jongin frowns. ‘Don’t be mad, Jonginnie. It’s just… I don’t know, I’ll feel stupid. There aren’t any fans around for me to thank, there isn’t an audience to listen to me speak. What’s the point?’ he asks, and his tone steadily goes from easy to slightly upset, and if Jongin weren’t so attuned to Kyungsoo’s mannerisms, he wouldn’t have noticed.
But he does.
So he steps forward, uncertainty leaving him with every inch between them disappearing, until he’s brimming with confidence and he’s seated right next to Kyungsoo on his bed, small hands caught between his. ‘I’m here,’ Jongin says. ‘I’ll listen.’ Kyungsoo’s eyes widen but Jongin’s remain resolute. The elder feels courage spark up somewhere inside him, so he speaks.
His speech isn’t long. He recites a list of family, his mother and father and brother and grandparents, his friends (only naming one - Hyunsik. Jongin tries not to bristle with jealousy), their SM Town seniors, styling team, managers, members and fans. ‘But most of all,’ Kyungsoo says, thumb circling the back of Jongin’s hand, ‘I’m thankful that I got to share this experience… With you.’
Jongin stops breathing. His eyes fly up to meet Kyungsoo’s, only to find that the latter’s already staring at him, something a lot like deep affection shining in those eyes. ‘You know as well as anyone that this life wasn’t what we’d imagined it to be. But you never let me give up. You never let me lose hope, because - because you are my hope, and you’ve always been by my side. Without you… I never would have made it. I owe you a debt I don’t think I’ll ever be able to repay.’ Sincerity is evident in Kyungsoo’s eyes, and Jongin actually feels his chest get warm, his heart melt.
‘I love you,’ he blurts out, the facade of a sex machine dancer all but completely annihilated, leaving Jongin as just Jongin and not Kai - leaving him a stumbling mess, a child with emotions too large for him to handle. Kyungsoo smiles and leans in, gently brushing their lips together, tenderness evident in his every move. When he pulls away he leaves them both breathless.
‘I love you too.’
Author’s Note:
MAMAS
THINGS HAPPENED
KYUNGSOO BETTER SOON PLS
130AM
1660W UNEDITED
PACKING UNDONE
THANK
BYE
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Pairing: Kai/Kyungsoo
Genre: fluff
Length: 1660w
Summary: Jongin wants to hear Kyungsoo’s MAMA acceptance speech. He hears something that’s worth a lot more.
NOTE: BASICALLY MAMA AFTERMATH W THE BOYS AW YIS
Cool night air bites at their skin, but an excitement that’s almost tangible spurns their limbs on, eyes shining, the skin of their faces tainted with dried tear tracks. ‘Keep it together,’ mutters Jongdae, nudging Junmyeon in the ribs as they walk. ‘We’re going to surprise him, hyung. Your face. It’s not going the right way.’ Junmyeon gives the younger a shaky nod, and Jongdae slips his arm around the elder’s shoulders.
A little way behind them, Yixing shoves their award in Wufan’s hands behind his back, walking backwards in front of the elder to ensure that it’s completely hidden from view. When he’s satisfied, he throws Wufan a thumbs up. Minseok stops Luhan in his tracks and swipes his cuff under both the younger’s eyes - ‘Won’t my eyeliner stain? You’re going to get into trouble.’ ‘No I won’t. Bleach.’ - until his face is dry. Zitao, Sehun and Jongin are busy checking that the lead dancer’s eyes don’t look too out of shape, and Baekhyun and Chanyeol are, oddly, silent.
‘Here,’ the manager says, handing a slip of paper to Junmyeon. ‘That’s Kyungsoo’s room number. I have to settle a suitable check out time for him so I can get all you guys into the plane on time, so you go ahead without me.’ he adds, and then he turns and he’s gone. Junmyeon steps toward the elevator, finger still trembling when he presses the up button.
The arrow illuminates as the number descends, and all eleven men are quiet. ‘We lost.’ Junmyeon says, firmly. All of them file into the elevator. ‘We lost and we’re upset. Jongdae, stop smiling. Alright. Let’s go.’ They step out and their shoes make click click click sounds that echo down the corridor, Chanyeol smirking as a couple of nurses recognise them and visibly swoon.
Junmyeon stops outside Kyungsoo’s door, does a quick headcount before he squares his shoulders. ‘Ready?’ he asks, and Jongdae objects. He takes a couple of steps forward, hands outstretched, and slaps them onto Junmyeon’s cheeks. ‘OW. What the hell was that for?’ Junmyeon almost screeches, rubbing the injured area. The skin of his cheeks are reddening nicely, and Jongdae’s lips stretch out into a satisfied grin.
‘No offence, hyung, but you kind of cry a lot. And your face gets all red. You’ve calmed down too much,’ Jongdae says, dodging the light punch Junmyeon half-heartedly throws at him. They do a final check of their appearance and the trophy, and once they’re satisfied, Junmyeon gives a soft knock on the door. A quiet come in has him opening the door, and all eleven of them are greeted by a Kyungsoo who looks tired and in pain, but hopeful all the same.
‘Hey, Kyungsoo,’ Luhan says, lips curling into the most delicate smile he can manage as he sits himself down at the foot of the younger’s bed. The rest of the members file in, most of them standing awkwardly around Kyungsoo’s bed, Chanyeol, Chen and Baekhyun throwing themselves across the spare one next to his. Wufan shuffles against a wall, trophy concealed perfectly from Kyungsoo’s vision.
‘So… What’s the verdict?’ Kyungsoo asks slowly, eyes darting from member to member, only to be met with the same expression - of disappointment. Worry starts to tug at his heartstrings, and the skin between his eyebrows starts to wrinkle. ‘We… Did we win anything?’ he asks, voice slightly trembling. None of the members give him a response. Kyungsoo’s eyes drop to his hands, trembling atop his bedsheets.
Luhan looks up and motions to Wufan, who hands him the trophy and starts counting down - ‘Surprise!’ all eleven boys yell, and Kyungsoo’s head flies up to meet the trophy that Luhan’s thrust right in front of him. The change is instantaneous - his a spark shines in Kyungsoo’s eyes, his back straightens, his lips morph into the heart-shaped smile all the fans know and love. It warms his members’ hearts - all of them saw the look on his face onstage a few minutes ago, pain contorting his features. It’s a relief to have that smile back amongst them.
Another knock comes at the door, and the manager’s head pokes through. ‘They’re letting you go, Kyungsoo. We’re going back to the hotel now,’ he says. The members all fuss around Kyungsoo, who refuses eleven sets of arms in favour of just two - Baekhyun’s and Jongdae’s - and then they’re all trudging off downstairs, taking two elevators so as to not jostle their comrade.
The drive back to the hotel is uneventful - Kyungsoo’s head falls against Jongin’s shoulder and the younger stiffens, trying not to move too much and waken the elder - and the trophy is once again passed around and marvelled at, Jongdae having beat out Chanyeol and Baekhyun for custody of it in his van instead of the other two.
‘Hey, we’re here,’ Jongin whispers, shifting a little to wake Kyungsoo. The elder binks blearily at him, before scooting himself out the van and half-falling into Zitao’s arms. Zitao links both Kyungsoo’s arms across Baekhyun’s and Jongdae’s shoulders, and the three make their way slowly to Kyungsoo’s room, the other members rushing ahead to prepare it for him.
Kyungsoo comes up to a room with far too many people inside, his covers thrown back and a clean set of clothes laid out for him. ‘Settle him in and then leave him alone. He needs his rest and the company paid for twelve rooms, so I expect all of you in your respective rooms when I try to wake you tomorrow. Understood?’ the manager says. Junmyeon nods in acknowledgement and watches as the manager leaves.
‘Help him change,’ Junmyeon says. Minseok gets to work making Kyungsoo a cup of hot tea as Baekhyun and Jongdae get Kyungsoo changed, and the rest of the members leave, bidding each other goodnight. Jongin hangs behind, not really doing anything, but Junmyeon doesn’t make him leave when he spots him. When Kyungsoo’s settled, Junmyeon grabs Minseok, Jongdae and Baekhyun, pushes them out of the room and smiles a goodbye to Jongin and Kyungsoo. The door slams shut and a silence descends, and Jongin suddenly finds the lines in his palm extremely fascinating.
‘Jongin?’ Kyungsoo calls, and Jongin squeaks, startled. The elder holds back a laugh. ‘Aren’t you going to sleep? It’s late,’ he finishes. Jongin shakes his head. ‘Why not? I’ll let you sleep in here if you want, just make sure you’re back in your room before manager hyung comes to wake us tomorrow.’
‘I’ll go back to my room, Soo, I don’t want to bother you or get you in trouble. It’s just...’ his voice trails off, and Kyungsoo cocks his head in curiosity. Jongin’s actually blushing now, but Kyungsoo knows better than to say anything. ‘It’s just… This award is a huge one, and all of us got to say our piece onstage just now, and… I just - I feel kinda bad that you didn’t get to say your speech.’
A wry smile decorates Kyungsoo’s face. ‘It’s okay, Jongin. If we work hard, I’m sure I’ll have more opportunities. I’ll just have to wait.’
‘Why… Why won’t you just say it now?’ Jongin asks. His question drips with innocence and expectation, and Kyungsoo looks visibly taken aback. ‘I just - I mean, this is our first major MAMA award, and you’re never going to feel like this again because you only get one chance at your firsts, and -’
Kyungsoo’s chuckle cuts him off, and Jongin frowns. ‘Don’t be mad, Jonginnie. It’s just… I don’t know, I’ll feel stupid. There aren’t any fans around for me to thank, there isn’t an audience to listen to me speak. What’s the point?’ he asks, and his tone steadily goes from easy to slightly upset, and if Jongin weren’t so attuned to Kyungsoo’s mannerisms, he wouldn’t have noticed.
But he does.
So he steps forward, uncertainty leaving him with every inch between them disappearing, until he’s brimming with confidence and he’s seated right next to Kyungsoo on his bed, small hands caught between his. ‘I’m here,’ Jongin says. ‘I’ll listen.’ Kyungsoo’s eyes widen but Jongin’s remain resolute. The elder feels courage spark up somewhere inside him, so he speaks.
His speech isn’t long. He recites a list of family, his mother and father and brother and grandparents, his friends (only naming one - Hyunsik. Jongin tries not to bristle with jealousy), their SM Town seniors, styling team, managers, members and fans. ‘But most of all,’ Kyungsoo says, thumb circling the back of Jongin’s hand, ‘I’m thankful that I got to share this experience… With you.’
Jongin stops breathing. His eyes fly up to meet Kyungsoo’s, only to find that the latter’s already staring at him, something a lot like deep affection shining in those eyes. ‘You know as well as anyone that this life wasn’t what we’d imagined it to be. But you never let me give up. You never let me lose hope, because - because you are my hope, and you’ve always been by my side. Without you… I never would have made it. I owe you a debt I don’t think I’ll ever be able to repay.’ Sincerity is evident in Kyungsoo’s eyes, and Jongin actually feels his chest get warm, his heart melt.
‘I love you,’ he blurts out, the facade of a sex machine dancer all but completely annihilated, leaving Jongin as just Jongin and not Kai - leaving him a stumbling mess, a child with emotions too large for him to handle. Kyungsoo smiles and leans in, gently brushing their lips together, tenderness evident in his every move. When he pulls away he leaves them both breathless.
‘I love you too.’
Author’s Note:
MAMAS
THINGS HAPPENED
KYUNGSOO BETTER SOON PLS
130AM
1660W UNEDITED
PACKING UNDONE
THANK
BYE
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