a little more than the obvious
a little more than the obvious
pg; angst; sehun/jongin; 1,294w
summary: jongin never lets fanservice affect him in any way possible. that is, until sehun came along.
a/n: written to celebrate my survival after the board exams. HOORAH. \o/
for: this is for marsheumallow. ehh, this turned out a lot different than i originally planned, but still i hope this is to your liking, bb. ♥
fanservice is anything but serious business for kim jongin.
sure, he likes having someone nearby to hold on to, someone to link his arms with or lean his body against when he’s too tired from dancing and playing around and acting like he’s okay in front of the rolling cameras when, really, everything just fucking hurts. he may also like the weight of an arm carelessly slung around his shoulder or the warmth of a hand resting on his waist. but jongin can’t help but think it’s silly, how a simple one-armed hug or a fleeting glance at another member can transform their fans into a screaming, incoherent mess in just a matter of seconds, but jongin knows he’s not really in the place to complain about that.
whatever keeps the fans interested, right?
to his left, jongin sees chanyeol tackling baekhyun into a fierce hug, one that jongin is pretty sure can cause serious damage to his smaller hyung if chanyeol isn’t there to hold him up. chanyeol's trademark goofy smile almost takes up half of his face (like always) and it doesn’t take long before the same smile pulls up baekhyun’s lips. the loud squeals come just a few seconds after, steadily increasing in intensity as the baekyeol couple spoils the crowd far too much with not-so-subtle touches here and there, and jongin has to shake his head in amusement.
easy and predictable.
jongin smirks, an idea quickly forming itself in his head. time to give the fans some sekai action.
he walks over to sehun on the other end of the stage and immediately loops his arms around the oblivious boy. sehun easily catches on though and glances at him, the look of are you doing what i think you’re doing painted across his face (jongin knows sehun far too long that he thinks he can easily read sehun even with his eyes closed). jongin opts to smile in response, all teeth and mischievous eyes and silent confirmation.
he sees sehun roll his eyes, undoubtedly thinking how childish jongin never wants to lose to another pairing when it comes to fanservice, but lets him siddle a little closer than necessary (jongin inwardly rejoices by this time). the fans squeal at their interaction and jongin has to hold back himself from laughing at how everything is just too simple and effortless for their fans.
jongin thinks he’s definitely okay with this, especially when he sees that indulgent smile on sehun’s face and feels the warmth of sehun’s hand radiating on his back.
slowly, it starts to become like an unspoken arrangement between them, a kind of exclusive rule to always stick next to each other during public events and other social gatherings the company has set up for the group.
it’s ridiculous, really, how jongin almost always expects to feel sehun’s shoulder right next to him, just waiting for him to lay his hand on like always. or how he blindly grabs someone by the arm, expecting it to be the same arm he has been frequently holding on to for the past weeks. it always turns out to be sehun just standing by his side though, as if responding to jongin’s need to seek out for him and find him there, rooted in his place next to jongin, and jongin thinks it probably should scare him that sehun knows him too well.
it doesn’t, and jongin supposes there must be some logical reason behind this (he’s not in the mood to find out what exactly that reason is, though).
sometimes, he thinks it’s more than fanservice. other times, it’s plainly just that. jongin just can’t be bothered to find out which is which. he's pretty sure of one thing, though: sehun’s presence calms him down, gives him that sense of security and constancy that’s always been missing in their fast-paced lives, and jongin just can’t ask for anything more at this point.
it didn’t hit jongin hard at first; rather, it started as a gradual burn, that odd, unexplainable feeling settling in the pit of his stomach whenever he sees sehun and luhan together, giving the crowd their perfect fanservice moments without any hint of hesitation.
the constant hugs and handholding, the furtive glances to each other, and the quiet smiles that seem to express a lot more than words can really can-jongin sees them all, a silent exchange of mutual understanding transpiring between sehun and luhan on (and, sometimes, even off) the stage, and jongin thinks it’s increasingly becoming difficult to distinguish whether all of this is just fanservice or something beyond that.
it shouldn’t even bother jongin, really. he knows how sehun is, how clingy he can be sometimes and how luhan likes to indulge sehun with every chance he gets, but despite knowing these things, jongin still can’t shake that same unsettling feeling now budding in his chest, a constant growing ache that never goes away especially on days like this.
the crowd goes wild as the members of EXO start to climb up the stage one by one, the lights blinding and the cameras flashing from left to right. jongin is instructed to stand beside sehun and he is torn between kissing their manager hyung senseless for making their line formation or strangling him to death for putting him in such an awkward position.
beside him, sehun is busy laughing and whispering things into luhan’s ear, clearly unperturbed of the squeals their blatant fanservice have brought. it takes all of jongin’s willpower to keep a straight face all throughout, to keep his mask of boredom and indifference from slipping off and, thankfully, jongin has enough sense to stop himself from stepping in between them.
he keeps the smile on his face though, desperately ignoring that dull throb in his chest, and decides to take comfort from kyungsoo’s presence beside him instead.
EXO-M is back in china, and sehun is back in jongin’s side.
no one notices (or maybe everyone does) when sehun starts to become jongin’s extension once again, a hand on his waist or a solid body next to his. jongin should probably feel insulted that sehun only sees him whenever luhan is not present, that sehun only willingly stays beside jongin just because luhan is a hundred thousand miles away from korea, but he doesn’t, and jongin is sure that thought is already alarming (and just plain stupid) in itself.
jongin greedily accepts sehun’s touches and smiles, welcomes his warmth and presence and everything else he has to offer because, really, jongin isn’t one to refuse anything (or anyone). especially sehun.
jongin's such a sucker for this.
he lets himself be swayed by sehun’s kind eyes, allows himself to be steadied by sehun’s firm grip on his shoulders. jongin doesn’t stop sehun’s strong hands from massaging his injured waist, lets sehun whisper reassurances and compliments in his ear when he’s down and doubting himself.
jongin knows these don’t mean anything to sehun (which sucks, really, because they mean everything for jongin), that sehun considers every single thing he does for jongin as a way of making up for those times he was staying by luhan’s side. jongin thinks he should complain, should express his disappointment over sehun’s frustrating slowness to understand jongin and his very transparent feelings, but instead, he keeps his mouth shut and just lets his actions speak for himself.
jongin supposes he’ll find the strength one day to refuse sehun. maybe he’ll be able to find the resolve to finally get over sehun (and his obviously one-sided affections) and pretend like he never harbored such unrequited feelings for him. it may take a while, but jongin holds on to these mere possibilities.
this time, though, he’ll just take whatever he can get.
Notes:
› this was supposed to be fluffy and stuff, BUT THEN THE ANGST HAPPENED. :(((
› comments are sweet. drop one? :>
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pg; angst; sehun/jongin; 1,294w
summary: jongin never lets fanservice affect him in any way possible. that is, until sehun came along.
a/n: written to celebrate my survival after the board exams. HOORAH. \o/
for: this is for marsheumallow. ehh, this turned out a lot different than i originally planned, but still i hope this is to your liking, bb. ♥
fanservice is anything but serious business for kim jongin.
sure, he likes having someone nearby to hold on to, someone to link his arms with or lean his body against when he’s too tired from dancing and playing around and acting like he’s okay in front of the rolling cameras when, really, everything just fucking hurts. he may also like the weight of an arm carelessly slung around his shoulder or the warmth of a hand resting on his waist. but jongin can’t help but think it’s silly, how a simple one-armed hug or a fleeting glance at another member can transform their fans into a screaming, incoherent mess in just a matter of seconds, but jongin knows he’s not really in the place to complain about that.
whatever keeps the fans interested, right?
to his left, jongin sees chanyeol tackling baekhyun into a fierce hug, one that jongin is pretty sure can cause serious damage to his smaller hyung if chanyeol isn’t there to hold him up. chanyeol's trademark goofy smile almost takes up half of his face (like always) and it doesn’t take long before the same smile pulls up baekhyun’s lips. the loud squeals come just a few seconds after, steadily increasing in intensity as the baekyeol couple spoils the crowd far too much with not-so-subtle touches here and there, and jongin has to shake his head in amusement.
easy and predictable.
jongin smirks, an idea quickly forming itself in his head. time to give the fans some sekai action.
he walks over to sehun on the other end of the stage and immediately loops his arms around the oblivious boy. sehun easily catches on though and glances at him, the look of are you doing what i think you’re doing painted across his face (jongin knows sehun far too long that he thinks he can easily read sehun even with his eyes closed). jongin opts to smile in response, all teeth and mischievous eyes and silent confirmation.
he sees sehun roll his eyes, undoubtedly thinking how childish jongin never wants to lose to another pairing when it comes to fanservice, but lets him siddle a little closer than necessary (jongin inwardly rejoices by this time). the fans squeal at their interaction and jongin has to hold back himself from laughing at how everything is just too simple and effortless for their fans.
jongin thinks he’s definitely okay with this, especially when he sees that indulgent smile on sehun’s face and feels the warmth of sehun’s hand radiating on his back.
slowly, it starts to become like an unspoken arrangement between them, a kind of exclusive rule to always stick next to each other during public events and other social gatherings the company has set up for the group.
it’s ridiculous, really, how jongin almost always expects to feel sehun’s shoulder right next to him, just waiting for him to lay his hand on like always. or how he blindly grabs someone by the arm, expecting it to be the same arm he has been frequently holding on to for the past weeks. it always turns out to be sehun just standing by his side though, as if responding to jongin’s need to seek out for him and find him there, rooted in his place next to jongin, and jongin thinks it probably should scare him that sehun knows him too well.
it doesn’t, and jongin supposes there must be some logical reason behind this (he’s not in the mood to find out what exactly that reason is, though).
sometimes, he thinks it’s more than fanservice. other times, it’s plainly just that. jongin just can’t be bothered to find out which is which. he's pretty sure of one thing, though: sehun’s presence calms him down, gives him that sense of security and constancy that’s always been missing in their fast-paced lives, and jongin just can’t ask for anything more at this point.
it didn’t hit jongin hard at first; rather, it started as a gradual burn, that odd, unexplainable feeling settling in the pit of his stomach whenever he sees sehun and luhan together, giving the crowd their perfect fanservice moments without any hint of hesitation.
the constant hugs and handholding, the furtive glances to each other, and the quiet smiles that seem to express a lot more than words can really can-jongin sees them all, a silent exchange of mutual understanding transpiring between sehun and luhan on (and, sometimes, even off) the stage, and jongin thinks it’s increasingly becoming difficult to distinguish whether all of this is just fanservice or something beyond that.
it shouldn’t even bother jongin, really. he knows how sehun is, how clingy he can be sometimes and how luhan likes to indulge sehun with every chance he gets, but despite knowing these things, jongin still can’t shake that same unsettling feeling now budding in his chest, a constant growing ache that never goes away especially on days like this.
the crowd goes wild as the members of EXO start to climb up the stage one by one, the lights blinding and the cameras flashing from left to right. jongin is instructed to stand beside sehun and he is torn between kissing their manager hyung senseless for making their line formation or strangling him to death for putting him in such an awkward position.
beside him, sehun is busy laughing and whispering things into luhan’s ear, clearly unperturbed of the squeals their blatant fanservice have brought. it takes all of jongin’s willpower to keep a straight face all throughout, to keep his mask of boredom and indifference from slipping off and, thankfully, jongin has enough sense to stop himself from stepping in between them.
he keeps the smile on his face though, desperately ignoring that dull throb in his chest, and decides to take comfort from kyungsoo’s presence beside him instead.
EXO-M is back in china, and sehun is back in jongin’s side.
no one notices (or maybe everyone does) when sehun starts to become jongin’s extension once again, a hand on his waist or a solid body next to his. jongin should probably feel insulted that sehun only sees him whenever luhan is not present, that sehun only willingly stays beside jongin just because luhan is a hundred thousand miles away from korea, but he doesn’t, and jongin is sure that thought is already alarming (and just plain stupid) in itself.
jongin greedily accepts sehun’s touches and smiles, welcomes his warmth and presence and everything else he has to offer because, really, jongin isn’t one to refuse anything (or anyone). especially sehun.
jongin's such a sucker for this.
he lets himself be swayed by sehun’s kind eyes, allows himself to be steadied by sehun’s firm grip on his shoulders. jongin doesn’t stop sehun’s strong hands from massaging his injured waist, lets sehun whisper reassurances and compliments in his ear when he’s down and doubting himself.
jongin knows these don’t mean anything to sehun (which sucks, really, because they mean everything for jongin), that sehun considers every single thing he does for jongin as a way of making up for those times he was staying by luhan’s side. jongin thinks he should complain, should express his disappointment over sehun’s frustrating slowness to understand jongin and his very transparent feelings, but instead, he keeps his mouth shut and just lets his actions speak for himself.
jongin supposes he’ll find the strength one day to refuse sehun. maybe he’ll be able to find the resolve to finally get over sehun (and his obviously one-sided affections) and pretend like he never harbored such unrequited feelings for him. it may take a while, but jongin holds on to these mere possibilities.
this time, though, he’ll just take whatever he can get.
Notes:
› this was supposed to be fluffy and stuff, BUT THEN THE ANGST HAPPENED. :(((
› comments are sweet. drop one? :>
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