Unexpected Encounters (6/?)
Unexpected Encounters (6/?): So It Begins
Pairing(s): kaisoo, side!hunhan
Genre: Romance, Humor, Drama, Fiction
Summary: Found hanging onto the windowsill by his fingertips with the intention of robbing the place, Jongin isn’t sure how to explain the situation he’s in and he doesn’t fancy the idea of going to jail, and the guy who found him is kind of cute so Jongin blurts the first thing that pops in this head. “…You wanna make out?”
Do Kyungsoo hadn’t changed his mind.
The following morning after emailing the man his weekly schedule, Jongin had awoke to a very detailed response regarding his new “job”. He would be expected to arrive at Do Kyungsoo’s apartment as soon as his classes ended every Monday (yes, that day-Monday), Wednesday, and Friday, and would absolutely not be late. Jongin really didn’t appreciate the last minute scheduling.
I’m certain you still remember where I live, seeing as how you put forth a lot of effort to attempt to break in, Kyungsoo had added at the end of his email much to Jongin’s chagrin.
Jongin banged his head against his desk, irritation bubbling within him. Why couldn’t he start tomorrow instead? Asshole.
Stupid, attractive asshole.
From the kitchen, Jongin heard a small bang as assumed it was probably Sehun running into the table again, something he’d been prone to doing for the past week due to the lack of awareness of everything around him.
Peeking into the kitchen, he saw Sehun sitting at the table like he always did, his face pale and his eyes bruised from lack of sleep. Shit, the guy looked almost ill and it was worrying to Jongin. And again, like every morning for the past week, Sehun paid him no attention and continued to skip out on meals.
He looked pathetic.
This is too much, Jongin thought to himself helplessly as he watching Sehun walk aimlessly around the apartment, the next couple of days, void of any emotion as he lived closed off inside his head. All the time he usually spent talking about or texting his girlfriend now replaced with endless moping. And there was nothing Jongin could really do about it since he didn’t know the root of the problem, and it wasn’t really his place to meddle with his friends’ relationship.
Except he threw that thought out the window upon hearing Sehun sigh for the thousandth time just that morning.
“Okay, dude,” Jongin asserted, plopping himself down into the chair across his friend with a bowl of cornflakes. “I’ve been quiet all week, I’ve given you your space, but I just can’t stand by anymore. Now I don’t know what’s going on between you and Lu Hu-”
“Don’t please,” Sehun interrupted, pleading to Jongin with his eyes. Jongin noticed Sehun drawing invisible circles with his finger on the tabletop.
Jongin gave him a pitying glanced. “Alright, fine, no names,” he negotiated with a shrug. “But seriously what is going on between the two of you? I’ve never seen you so sulky before.”
“I’m not sulky,” Sehun argued.
“You’ve been sulking all week!”
“…Not that much,” Sehun mumbled, looking away. “And I’ve just had a lot on my mind, is all.”
“Thinking about her?”
Sehun sighed (one thousand and one), nodding in surrender. “Yeah.”
Jongin sat quietly for a moment before trying once again. “Like I said, I don’t know what’s going on between the two of you,” he reiterated, watching Sehun closely. “But I am confident that this little rift is all that it is. A bump in the road, and you’ll survive, because all these years you two have been together, you’ve never let anything trivial get in between you two.”
Sehun knew Jongin was trying to help him feel better, he appreciated it, but he shook his head in denial. Jongin couldn’t possibly understand. “This is different,” he whispered helplessly.
“How is it different?” Jongin inquired, wanting to understand. “I’m assuming you two have had an argument. Okay. You’ve had those before. What did you do the other times?”
Sehun sat silently.
Jongin answered for him, “You recognize the root of the problem. You figure out how to work it out, you do it, and then you go back to loving each other. It’s worked for the past three years, I’m sure you can do it again, because that’s part of who you are.”
Jongin watched Sehun draw invisible designs on the table, looking anxious over the discussion and Jongin felt a bit regretful over insisting they talk, but Sehun needed to hear this.
“Look,” Jongin added, his tone much more relaxed as he attempted to get through to his friend a final time. “You’ve loved each other for a long time, anyone can see it. If you really love each other as much as I suspect you do, nothing else really matters. Whenever I see you two together, you’re like the happiest people ever and sometimes it’s a little gross how much you like each other, but it’s a wonderful thing. Now try to make it work, like you always do.” Jongin shoved a spoonful of corn flakes into his mouth before grabbing his bowl and trotted to his room, leaving Sehun alone with his thoughts.
It wasn’t for another twenty minutes later when Sehun finally budged from his spot in the kitchen, bustling around the apartment retrieving his shoes and his keys before running out the front door. Jongin inwardly smiled to himself as he got his school bag ready, silently hoping Sehun was going to take care of his business.
And then it was time for Jongin to take care of his business. He’d gotten so caught up in Sehun’s drama that he hadn’t been watching the time and now he was running to make it to his classes in time. His day was the same as the others; went to his classes and danced until his body was sore. He wondered if maybe his instructor was trying to kill him before the end of the semester showcase, the way the fierce woman go over the steps again and again and again without a break.
By the end of it all Jongin was so ready to get home, take a shower, and sleep for the rest of the year, except he sort of wished he’d forgotten he had other planned arranged. That way he wouldn’t be standing outside the demon Do Kyungsoo’s apartment.
Taking a deep breath, Jongin knocked on the door.
It only took a moment for the door to open, revealing an expectant Kyungsoo (this time wearing glasses that somehow made his face look really-no, don’t say it), curling his lip at Jongin’s sweaty and disheveled appearance.
“Not exactly a great impression for your first day,” he chastised, making Jongin feel irritated.
“Well, I just came from my dance classes and didn’t have time for a shower,” Jongin defended himself, frowning deeply.
Kyungsoo sighed before opening the door wider, inviting the student inside. Jongin entered and removed his shoes before following the owner into the main room, the sight alone making Jongin’s stomach feel unsettled.
The place was a fucking wreck.
Empty take out boxes from…probably best not to ask when, papers and business-y looking stuff cluttered the coffee table and the desk in the corner, books piled on the floor, and Jongin could see cobwebs in the ceiling. Jongin feared to see the rest of the apartment.
For an attractive guy like Kyungsoo, he was a total slob.
“Um, I don’t care what you do. This place is pretty....dirty-”
“This place is a pigsty,” Jongin blurted uncontrollably, instantly regretting it.
Kyungsoo glared, his eyes shooting invisible lasers at Jongin. “Just fucking clean it up for me. And don’t bother me. I’m working. You can be done at five. It’s three now, so you better get moving. Cleaning supplies are on the table in the kitchen.
Kyungsoo returned to his space in the corner at his desk, plopping into his chair.
“You work from home?” Jongin asked, trying to find out more the man despite the man’s clear annoyance by him. Jongin was amused with himself.
Kyungsoo sighed. “Yes. I’m a translator.”
Jongin furrowed his brow. “Don’t translators work with people a lot?”
“I choose not to. I’m annoyed by people easily.”
Jongin smirked. “Yeah, that’s not difficult to see.”
Kyungsoo continued glaring at the student. “Don’t talk to me. I’m busy.”
“Sure thing,” Jongin said before moving to the kitchen, finding a basket of gloves, sponges and detergents inside. He glanced at the kitchen counters, grimacing at the mess. Did this guy purposely trash the place before he got there? That asshole.
Jongin didn’t enjoy cleaning especially if it was a mess as large as this one, but when he got started he took care of the mess. He started with the stupid kitchen, taking a confusing few moments to locate where everything went, but he got it done and in no time it looked as good as new.
He trudged into the living room space where Kyungsoo sat quietly studying his books and typing on his computer, successfully ignoring Jongin’s existence in the room. He looked quite focused, the way his brow was furrowed in concentration and him biting his lip-
Just don’t look at him, Jongin hissed to himself mentally, shaking the thoughts from his mind and placing random books at the shelves. Stupid distractions.
Jongin glossed over the many books placed on the shelves lining the walls with genuine interest. There were a wide variety of genres in several languages that gave Jongin the idea that Do Kyungsoo was quite the intelligent individual. He could barely speak Korean properly himself sometimes, he couldn’t imagine being fluent in four or five languages, possibly more.
“Looking for something to take?” Kyungsoo asked from his desk from across the room, pulling Jongin from his thoughts.
Jongin scowled, offended by the comment. “No,” Jongin responded. “Not that any of these books would benefit me anyway since I don’t know Chinese, or Japanese, or whatever this language is.”
“That one is German. And many of those books are actually quite valuable.”
“If I were a thief, then you’d probably regret telling me that.”
“But you are a thief, an attempted one at least, however I wouldn’t peg you to know which ones are worth anything and which are not.”
Jongin wasn’t sure whether to feel insulted or not, but he let it slide and continued tidying the shelves, still looking over the artifacts on display. It was a very interesting place.
He did a lot in the few hours that he was there and he was beginning to go insane from boredom. The only sound in the room as he cleaned was Kyungsoo’s impressively fast typing on his computer as he worked on whatever it is he was doing. Jongin was glad he was only scheduled to come every other day.
The clock finally ticked five o’clock in the evening and Jongin tucked his cleaning supplies away in the hall closet before returning to Kyungsoo in the living room/study area just as the man closed his laptop and removed his glasses. Jongin noticed the man looked tired and wondered just how long he’d been working for before he ever arrived?
“It’s five. I’m finished for the day,” Jongin said curtly as he put on his jacket.
Kyungsoo nodded and glanced around the now organized room. His books were placed neatly and orderly on the rightful shelves, the trash had been taken out, and it was well dusted that he no longer had to worry about the spiders he’d thought were living in the mess.
Jongin wondered if that look on Kyungsoo’s face was him being impressed.
It was.
“I don’t think I’m going to regret this arrangement,” Kyungsoo managed to say and surprisingly it didn’t even hurt to say. He was genuinely pleased, much to Jongin’s surprise.
It made Jongin actually feel good.
“Thank you,” Jongin muttered, smiling at his work. “Same time on Wednesday?”
“Yes,” Kyungsoo confirmed, his impressed expression now replaced with a sudden bothered one. “Now get out.”
Jongin bit back the scoff and slipped on his shoes. “Alright. Um…Goodnight, I guess.”
“Yes, goodnight.”
Jongin closed the door behind him and stood in the hallway for a moment as he took in the previous few hours, subconsciously smiling when he recalled the way Kyungsoo was actually impressed with him. Those wide eyes for once hadn’t been intimidating.
Maybe this arrangement wouldn’t be so bad after all.
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Pairing(s): kaisoo, side!hunhan
Genre: Romance, Humor, Drama, Fiction
Summary: Found hanging onto the windowsill by his fingertips with the intention of robbing the place, Jongin isn’t sure how to explain the situation he’s in and he doesn’t fancy the idea of going to jail, and the guy who found him is kind of cute so Jongin blurts the first thing that pops in this head. “…You wanna make out?”
Do Kyungsoo hadn’t changed his mind.
The following morning after emailing the man his weekly schedule, Jongin had awoke to a very detailed response regarding his new “job”. He would be expected to arrive at Do Kyungsoo’s apartment as soon as his classes ended every Monday (yes, that day-Monday), Wednesday, and Friday, and would absolutely not be late. Jongin really didn’t appreciate the last minute scheduling.
I’m certain you still remember where I live, seeing as how you put forth a lot of effort to attempt to break in, Kyungsoo had added at the end of his email much to Jongin’s chagrin.
Jongin banged his head against his desk, irritation bubbling within him. Why couldn’t he start tomorrow instead? Asshole.
Stupid, attractive asshole.
From the kitchen, Jongin heard a small bang as assumed it was probably Sehun running into the table again, something he’d been prone to doing for the past week due to the lack of awareness of everything around him.
Peeking into the kitchen, he saw Sehun sitting at the table like he always did, his face pale and his eyes bruised from lack of sleep. Shit, the guy looked almost ill and it was worrying to Jongin. And again, like every morning for the past week, Sehun paid him no attention and continued to skip out on meals.
He looked pathetic.
This is too much, Jongin thought to himself helplessly as he watching Sehun walk aimlessly around the apartment, the next couple of days, void of any emotion as he lived closed off inside his head. All the time he usually spent talking about or texting his girlfriend now replaced with endless moping. And there was nothing Jongin could really do about it since he didn’t know the root of the problem, and it wasn’t really his place to meddle with his friends’ relationship.
Except he threw that thought out the window upon hearing Sehun sigh for the thousandth time just that morning.
“Okay, dude,” Jongin asserted, plopping himself down into the chair across his friend with a bowl of cornflakes. “I’ve been quiet all week, I’ve given you your space, but I just can’t stand by anymore. Now I don’t know what’s going on between you and Lu Hu-”
“Don’t please,” Sehun interrupted, pleading to Jongin with his eyes. Jongin noticed Sehun drawing invisible circles with his finger on the tabletop.
Jongin gave him a pitying glanced. “Alright, fine, no names,” he negotiated with a shrug. “But seriously what is going on between the two of you? I’ve never seen you so sulky before.”
“I’m not sulky,” Sehun argued.
“You’ve been sulking all week!”
“…Not that much,” Sehun mumbled, looking away. “And I’ve just had a lot on my mind, is all.”
“Thinking about her?”
Sehun sighed (one thousand and one), nodding in surrender. “Yeah.”
Jongin sat quietly for a moment before trying once again. “Like I said, I don’t know what’s going on between the two of you,” he reiterated, watching Sehun closely. “But I am confident that this little rift is all that it is. A bump in the road, and you’ll survive, because all these years you two have been together, you’ve never let anything trivial get in between you two.”
Sehun knew Jongin was trying to help him feel better, he appreciated it, but he shook his head in denial. Jongin couldn’t possibly understand. “This is different,” he whispered helplessly.
“How is it different?” Jongin inquired, wanting to understand. “I’m assuming you two have had an argument. Okay. You’ve had those before. What did you do the other times?”
Sehun sat silently.
Jongin answered for him, “You recognize the root of the problem. You figure out how to work it out, you do it, and then you go back to loving each other. It’s worked for the past three years, I’m sure you can do it again, because that’s part of who you are.”
Jongin watched Sehun draw invisible designs on the table, looking anxious over the discussion and Jongin felt a bit regretful over insisting they talk, but Sehun needed to hear this.
“Look,” Jongin added, his tone much more relaxed as he attempted to get through to his friend a final time. “You’ve loved each other for a long time, anyone can see it. If you really love each other as much as I suspect you do, nothing else really matters. Whenever I see you two together, you’re like the happiest people ever and sometimes it’s a little gross how much you like each other, but it’s a wonderful thing. Now try to make it work, like you always do.” Jongin shoved a spoonful of corn flakes into his mouth before grabbing his bowl and trotted to his room, leaving Sehun alone with his thoughts.
It wasn’t for another twenty minutes later when Sehun finally budged from his spot in the kitchen, bustling around the apartment retrieving his shoes and his keys before running out the front door. Jongin inwardly smiled to himself as he got his school bag ready, silently hoping Sehun was going to take care of his business.
And then it was time for Jongin to take care of his business. He’d gotten so caught up in Sehun’s drama that he hadn’t been watching the time and now he was running to make it to his classes in time. His day was the same as the others; went to his classes and danced until his body was sore. He wondered if maybe his instructor was trying to kill him before the end of the semester showcase, the way the fierce woman go over the steps again and again and again without a break.
By the end of it all Jongin was so ready to get home, take a shower, and sleep for the rest of the year, except he sort of wished he’d forgotten he had other planned arranged. That way he wouldn’t be standing outside the demon Do Kyungsoo’s apartment.
Taking a deep breath, Jongin knocked on the door.
It only took a moment for the door to open, revealing an expectant Kyungsoo (this time wearing glasses that somehow made his face look really-no, don’t say it), curling his lip at Jongin’s sweaty and disheveled appearance.
“Not exactly a great impression for your first day,” he chastised, making Jongin feel irritated.
“Well, I just came from my dance classes and didn’t have time for a shower,” Jongin defended himself, frowning deeply.
Kyungsoo sighed before opening the door wider, inviting the student inside. Jongin entered and removed his shoes before following the owner into the main room, the sight alone making Jongin’s stomach feel unsettled.
The place was a fucking wreck.
Empty take out boxes from…probably best not to ask when, papers and business-y looking stuff cluttered the coffee table and the desk in the corner, books piled on the floor, and Jongin could see cobwebs in the ceiling. Jongin feared to see the rest of the apartment.
For an attractive guy like Kyungsoo, he was a total slob.
“Um, I don’t care what you do. This place is pretty....dirty-”
“This place is a pigsty,” Jongin blurted uncontrollably, instantly regretting it.
Kyungsoo glared, his eyes shooting invisible lasers at Jongin. “Just fucking clean it up for me. And don’t bother me. I’m working. You can be done at five. It’s three now, so you better get moving. Cleaning supplies are on the table in the kitchen.
Kyungsoo returned to his space in the corner at his desk, plopping into his chair.
“You work from home?” Jongin asked, trying to find out more the man despite the man’s clear annoyance by him. Jongin was amused with himself.
Kyungsoo sighed. “Yes. I’m a translator.”
Jongin furrowed his brow. “Don’t translators work with people a lot?”
“I choose not to. I’m annoyed by people easily.”
Jongin smirked. “Yeah, that’s not difficult to see.”
Kyungsoo continued glaring at the student. “Don’t talk to me. I’m busy.”
“Sure thing,” Jongin said before moving to the kitchen, finding a basket of gloves, sponges and detergents inside. He glanced at the kitchen counters, grimacing at the mess. Did this guy purposely trash the place before he got there? That asshole.
Jongin didn’t enjoy cleaning especially if it was a mess as large as this one, but when he got started he took care of the mess. He started with the stupid kitchen, taking a confusing few moments to locate where everything went, but he got it done and in no time it looked as good as new.
He trudged into the living room space where Kyungsoo sat quietly studying his books and typing on his computer, successfully ignoring Jongin’s existence in the room. He looked quite focused, the way his brow was furrowed in concentration and him biting his lip-
Just don’t look at him, Jongin hissed to himself mentally, shaking the thoughts from his mind and placing random books at the shelves. Stupid distractions.
Jongin glossed over the many books placed on the shelves lining the walls with genuine interest. There were a wide variety of genres in several languages that gave Jongin the idea that Do Kyungsoo was quite the intelligent individual. He could barely speak Korean properly himself sometimes, he couldn’t imagine being fluent in four or five languages, possibly more.
“Looking for something to take?” Kyungsoo asked from his desk from across the room, pulling Jongin from his thoughts.
Jongin scowled, offended by the comment. “No,” Jongin responded. “Not that any of these books would benefit me anyway since I don’t know Chinese, or Japanese, or whatever this language is.”
“That one is German. And many of those books are actually quite valuable.”
“If I were a thief, then you’d probably regret telling me that.”
“But you are a thief, an attempted one at least, however I wouldn’t peg you to know which ones are worth anything and which are not.”
Jongin wasn’t sure whether to feel insulted or not, but he let it slide and continued tidying the shelves, still looking over the artifacts on display. It was a very interesting place.
He did a lot in the few hours that he was there and he was beginning to go insane from boredom. The only sound in the room as he cleaned was Kyungsoo’s impressively fast typing on his computer as he worked on whatever it is he was doing. Jongin was glad he was only scheduled to come every other day.
The clock finally ticked five o’clock in the evening and Jongin tucked his cleaning supplies away in the hall closet before returning to Kyungsoo in the living room/study area just as the man closed his laptop and removed his glasses. Jongin noticed the man looked tired and wondered just how long he’d been working for before he ever arrived?
“It’s five. I’m finished for the day,” Jongin said curtly as he put on his jacket.
Kyungsoo nodded and glanced around the now organized room. His books were placed neatly and orderly on the rightful shelves, the trash had been taken out, and it was well dusted that he no longer had to worry about the spiders he’d thought were living in the mess.
Jongin wondered if that look on Kyungsoo’s face was him being impressed.
It was.
“I don’t think I’m going to regret this arrangement,” Kyungsoo managed to say and surprisingly it didn’t even hurt to say. He was genuinely pleased, much to Jongin’s surprise.
It made Jongin actually feel good.
“Thank you,” Jongin muttered, smiling at his work. “Same time on Wednesday?”
“Yes,” Kyungsoo confirmed, his impressed expression now replaced with a sudden bothered one. “Now get out.”
Jongin bit back the scoff and slipped on his shoes. “Alright. Um…Goodnight, I guess.”
“Yes, goodnight.”
Jongin closed the door behind him and stood in the hallway for a moment as he took in the previous few hours, subconsciously smiling when he recalled the way Kyungsoo was actually impressed with him. Those wide eyes for once hadn’t been intimidating.
Maybe this arrangement wouldn’t be so bad after all.
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