At Midnight
Kris/Kyungsoo | G | 1342w
It’s one random day when SM decided to call EXO-M back to Korea due to all already completed schedules in China. They’re allowed to enjoy their free time for two days- the two Korean members’re allowed to meet their family- before joining their counterpart’s schedules the next day.
Like everyone has known, the Chinese leader likes to sleep. He can sleep for really long and since there’s no work to do, his members agreed to let him rest. He eventually waken up by nothing but a growl coming from his own stomach. He frowned, reluctantly got out from his loving bed. He dragged himself out of the room. It’s already midnight. He walked towards the kitchen then checked the fridge. As expected, nothing edible’s left. He sighed. He opened the cabinets -there must be something- but apparently even a pack of instant noodles was nowhere to be seen. That’s just too much.
He stood still for a moment. Frown decorated his face before he took his steps out of the apartment and nonchalantly entered the next door. EXO-K has their mother of the group, they must be more prosperous. Their apartments have that same type hence it’s not a problem to him. He walked in the dark to the kitchen then turned on the light. He found out that his assumption was right as he saw neatly arranged ingredients in the cabinet as well as in the fridge. A relief smile appeared on his face.
He’s not good at cooking so he decided to only fry eggs or make something simple.
“ Why’s the light turned on? Sehun?” Someone stepped in. Kris’ heart jumped in his chest as if he’s caught robbing something illegal made him cut his finger instead of the sausage.
“ Aw!” He automatically waggled his hand.
“ Oh my, hyung?” Kyungsoo’s eyes widened. He rushed towards the leader. “ What? Let me see,” he took his hand, brought it to the sink and let the water clean the cut. “ Sit here first, I’ll get plaster,” he pulled the nearest chair before disappearing into the darkness. Kris bit his lip, hand awkwardly hanging in the air. Kyungsoo’s back in no time with a cute plaster with heart signs all over it. The leader couldn’t help but let out a chuckle looking at his serious expression. Kyungsoo lifted his face with furrowed brows.
“ Is there anything wrong?” He asked. Kris somehow managed to know about Kyungsoo’s famous funny facial expressions from internet - he ever saw it before- but apparently he’s a lot cuter in person. This sudden urge to pat his head was too irrestisible. He did it.
“ Nothing.” He shrugged.
Kyungsoo sent him an unsure smile before straightening his back. “ Well, um,” he looked around his sanctuary. “ What are you doing, hyung?”
Kris could feel his cheeks heated. “ Ahh, about this. Sorry,” he scratched the back of his head, “ Um, I’m hungry and there’s no food left at the apartment so yeah. You can go back to sleep, thanks for this,” he raised his finger.
The younger man nodded. He didn’t say anything as he made his way out of the kitchen. Kris then stood up, back to his sausage. He barely did next step when Kyungsoo appeared again with his phone in his hand.
“ What are you doing hyung? You can’t cook with hand like that,” He said.
“ But I want to eat? And I can’t just leave this like this, right?”
This time it’s Kyungsoo who chuckled. “ I’ll cook for you.”
“ No, no,” Kris shook his head. “ You can go back to sleep, I can cook myself.”
“ No, seriously, hyung, ” Kyungsoo did the same act. “ It’s okay.” He added with reassuring smile. “ What do you want to eat?”
“ Uh, well, then. Anything is okay,”
Kris never felt more awkward. Now he thought about it again, he rarely - very rarely- had interaction with the other man although they had trained together for years and be in one same large group, only different sub-unit.
Kyungsoo looked down to his phone. “ I can cook Chinese food if you want, but maybe it’s not as delicious as it should be,”
Kris felt so shameless after realizing that he nodded his head. He literally facepalmed. “ Ah no! I mean, just cook anything simple, you need to rest, really sorry to disturb you,”
“ No problem, hyung, just sit, okay?”
Kris didn’t like to feel useless. He’s one of EXO leaders. He’s the one who should help his members, not made the other cooked for him. He walked behind Kyungsoo, peeking over his shoulder. The man’s small near him. “ Uh, is there anything I can help you with?”
“ Yes,” Kris will never know his eyes could sparkle like that. Kyungsoo looked up from his pan, “ I don’t mean to be impolite, hyung, but just….” He couldn’t continue his sentence. Fortunately the older man quickly got it.
“ Well, okay. Sorry once again for bothering,” he went back to his sit and waited silently. Watching Kyungsoo cooking made something fluttered in his chest. It felt like he was back at his home when he’s still kid waiting for his mother’s foods. His mother… he hadn’t called his parents for past months. He missed them. His father’s wise advices and his mother’s constant questions just about everything, their supports, their presence. He hoped everything going just well, or else they would call him right? The familiar tempting aroma slowly filled the kitchen didn’t help him at all, it only made him longed for home more.
“ Hyung?” Kyungsoo’s voice startled him.
“ Y-yes?”
“ I thought you’re hungry?”
Kris looked down at the plate in front of him. He took his spoon and put the food inside his mouth only to bring back memories. It tasted right, almost the same with his mother’s. He continued eating like starving kid rescued from Africa.
Kyungsoo couldn’t believe what he’s seeing. “ Hyung? Hyung? What’s wrong?” He took another spoon to taste the food. It’s okay, not too salty or spicy. Then why? Kris was the strongest member he knew, there’s no way only his food could make him sobbing like that, like- like a lost child. Kyungsoo automatically brought himself to hug the leader, that’s the only thing he could do. He hugged him back tighter, eventually bursted into tears. The cry was unbearable. Kyungsoo stroke his hair. He didn’t know how but he felt like he could feel his pain too, it hurt in his own chest.
None let out a word. Both stayed on that position for long until Kris pulled back.
“ I-I-“
“ I know,” Kyungsoo spared him a weak smile. He wiped the tears away and kissed his forehead gently. “ C’mon,” he led the older man walked to his shared-room with Jongin.
Kris refused to let go Kyungsoo’s hand. They talked trough their eyes as if they had been close for years to be able to understand each other without saying anything.
“ A moment,” Kyungsoo disappeared again. Kris waited but the younger man didn’t come back after minutes passed. He got out the bed, making his way out of the room. He found Kyungsoo already fell asleep on the couch at living room. Something hit him in the chest again. He tried his best to not wake the younger man as he brought him back to his room and laid him carefully.
Kyungsoo looked so peaceful sleeping like that. He had to be so tired. Guilty sneaked rapidly into Kris together with something strange, something unfamiliar that made his blood rushing in his veins. It’s not normal for him to have his heart thumped like crazy inside. His hands trembled as unknown power forced him to lean forward. He held his breath.
Kyungsoo’s lips tastes nothing but soft and delicate and beautiful just like the owner.
“ Thank you,”
Relationship between them developes, slowly but sure since then.
It’s one random day when SM decided to call EXO-M back to Korea due to all already completed schedules in China. They’re allowed to enjoy their free time for two days- the two Korean members’re allowed to meet their family- before joining their counterpart’s schedules the next day.
Like everyone has known, the Chinese leader likes to sleep. He can sleep for really long and since there’s no work to do, his members agreed to let him rest. He eventually waken up by nothing but a growl coming from his own stomach. He frowned, reluctantly got out from his loving bed. He dragged himself out of the room. It’s already midnight. He walked towards the kitchen then checked the fridge. As expected, nothing edible’s left. He sighed. He opened the cabinets -there must be something- but apparently even a pack of instant noodles was nowhere to be seen. That’s just too much.
He stood still for a moment. Frown decorated his face before he took his steps out of the apartment and nonchalantly entered the next door. EXO-K has their mother of the group, they must be more prosperous. Their apartments have that same type hence it’s not a problem to him. He walked in the dark to the kitchen then turned on the light. He found out that his assumption was right as he saw neatly arranged ingredients in the cabinet as well as in the fridge. A relief smile appeared on his face.
He’s not good at cooking so he decided to only fry eggs or make something simple.
“ Why’s the light turned on? Sehun?” Someone stepped in. Kris’ heart jumped in his chest as if he’s caught robbing something illegal made him cut his finger instead of the sausage.
“ Aw!” He automatically waggled his hand.
“ Oh my, hyung?” Kyungsoo’s eyes widened. He rushed towards the leader. “ What? Let me see,” he took his hand, brought it to the sink and let the water clean the cut. “ Sit here first, I’ll get plaster,” he pulled the nearest chair before disappearing into the darkness. Kris bit his lip, hand awkwardly hanging in the air. Kyungsoo’s back in no time with a cute plaster with heart signs all over it. The leader couldn’t help but let out a chuckle looking at his serious expression. Kyungsoo lifted his face with furrowed brows.
“ Is there anything wrong?” He asked. Kris somehow managed to know about Kyungsoo’s famous funny facial expressions from internet - he ever saw it before- but apparently he’s a lot cuter in person. This sudden urge to pat his head was too irrestisible. He did it.
“ Nothing.” He shrugged.
Kyungsoo sent him an unsure smile before straightening his back. “ Well, um,” he looked around his sanctuary. “ What are you doing, hyung?”
Kris could feel his cheeks heated. “ Ahh, about this. Sorry,” he scratched the back of his head, “ Um, I’m hungry and there’s no food left at the apartment so yeah. You can go back to sleep, thanks for this,” he raised his finger.
The younger man nodded. He didn’t say anything as he made his way out of the kitchen. Kris then stood up, back to his sausage. He barely did next step when Kyungsoo appeared again with his phone in his hand.
“ What are you doing hyung? You can’t cook with hand like that,” He said.
“ But I want to eat? And I can’t just leave this like this, right?”
This time it’s Kyungsoo who chuckled. “ I’ll cook for you.”
“ No, no,” Kris shook his head. “ You can go back to sleep, I can cook myself.”
“ No, seriously, hyung, ” Kyungsoo did the same act. “ It’s okay.” He added with reassuring smile. “ What do you want to eat?”
“ Uh, well, then. Anything is okay,”
Kris never felt more awkward. Now he thought about it again, he rarely - very rarely- had interaction with the other man although they had trained together for years and be in one same large group, only different sub-unit.
Kyungsoo looked down to his phone. “ I can cook Chinese food if you want, but maybe it’s not as delicious as it should be,”
Kris felt so shameless after realizing that he nodded his head. He literally facepalmed. “ Ah no! I mean, just cook anything simple, you need to rest, really sorry to disturb you,”
“ No problem, hyung, just sit, okay?”
Kris didn’t like to feel useless. He’s one of EXO leaders. He’s the one who should help his members, not made the other cooked for him. He walked behind Kyungsoo, peeking over his shoulder. The man’s small near him. “ Uh, is there anything I can help you with?”
“ Yes,” Kris will never know his eyes could sparkle like that. Kyungsoo looked up from his pan, “ I don’t mean to be impolite, hyung, but just….” He couldn’t continue his sentence. Fortunately the older man quickly got it.
“ Well, okay. Sorry once again for bothering,” he went back to his sit and waited silently. Watching Kyungsoo cooking made something fluttered in his chest. It felt like he was back at his home when he’s still kid waiting for his mother’s foods. His mother… he hadn’t called his parents for past months. He missed them. His father’s wise advices and his mother’s constant questions just about everything, their supports, their presence. He hoped everything going just well, or else they would call him right? The familiar tempting aroma slowly filled the kitchen didn’t help him at all, it only made him longed for home more.
“ Hyung?” Kyungsoo’s voice startled him.
“ Y-yes?”
“ I thought you’re hungry?”
Kris looked down at the plate in front of him. He took his spoon and put the food inside his mouth only to bring back memories. It tasted right, almost the same with his mother’s. He continued eating like starving kid rescued from Africa.
Kyungsoo couldn’t believe what he’s seeing. “ Hyung? Hyung? What’s wrong?” He took another spoon to taste the food. It’s okay, not too salty or spicy. Then why? Kris was the strongest member he knew, there’s no way only his food could make him sobbing like that, like- like a lost child. Kyungsoo automatically brought himself to hug the leader, that’s the only thing he could do. He hugged him back tighter, eventually bursted into tears. The cry was unbearable. Kyungsoo stroke his hair. He didn’t know how but he felt like he could feel his pain too, it hurt in his own chest.
None let out a word. Both stayed on that position for long until Kris pulled back.
“ I-I-“
“ I know,” Kyungsoo spared him a weak smile. He wiped the tears away and kissed his forehead gently. “ C’mon,” he led the older man walked to his shared-room with Jongin.
Kris refused to let go Kyungsoo’s hand. They talked trough their eyes as if they had been close for years to be able to understand each other without saying anything.
“ A moment,” Kyungsoo disappeared again. Kris waited but the younger man didn’t come back after minutes passed. He got out the bed, making his way out of the room. He found Kyungsoo already fell asleep on the couch at living room. Something hit him in the chest again. He tried his best to not wake the younger man as he brought him back to his room and laid him carefully.
Kyungsoo looked so peaceful sleeping like that. He had to be so tired. Guilty sneaked rapidly into Kris together with something strange, something unfamiliar that made his blood rushing in his veins. It’s not normal for him to have his heart thumped like crazy inside. His hands trembled as unknown power forced him to lean forward. He held his breath.
Kyungsoo’s lips tastes nothing but soft and delicate and beautiful just like the owner.
“ Thank you,”
Relationship between them developes, slowly but sure since then.