#176 | I Found You | KaiSoo
Prompt #: 176
Title: I Found You
Pairing/Main character(s): KaiSoo (Kai x D.O)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 5k
Warning(s): Some swearing, bad poetry
Summary: Because Kyungsoo wanted to be hugged and kissed by this tall dancer.
Author's Note: Thank you, prompter! I hope you will be satisfied! I worked so hard on this and I'm so sorry if the ending is really bad (I had to finish before the deadline T_T) I hope everyoby will like reading this fic! (Some lyrics are from K.Will's Please Don't and I.O.I's Very Very Very)
Do Kyungsoo : 50 secrets you need to know about his upcoming tour!
“See? I told you from the beginning-“
“-‘That I would be on the cover of GQ Magazine someday’, thanks for repeating it since the last three years, hyung.”
The short male exhaled slowly, his eyes casting down to read the few words which were written on the piece of paper. A tiny smile graced his heart-shaped lips gently and he observed the picture intensely, trying to ignore his manager’s annoying dialog.
“It’s sad that they put this horrible hat on your head, though,” Baekhyun proclaimed, his mouth turned down into a pout.
“You just congratulated me and now you’re complaining,” the singer stated while laughing a bit, looking at his companion with a strange expression plastered on his facial features.
Baekhyun shrugged and hid his ears under his expensive headphones, picking a song randomly before closing his phone, ready to doze off.
Do Kyungsoo sighed and analyzed the picture closely, realizing that Baekhyun was probably right.
The hat was, in fact, hideous. (Orange mixed with purple. Really? )
The artist put the magazine inside his bag and checked the time that his watch was giving him.
12:49
He would be in Seoul in a few hours.
“You should sleep, hyung,” a deep voice resounded from behind, startling the poor vocalist.
“Don’t worry, Sehun,” Kyungsoo said while turning his head a little to send a grin in the younger’s direction.
“I should be the one saying that. I am the bodyguard who actually protects you from sasaeng fans and cameras,” the tall boy replicated.
“Thank you, Sehun-ah. I appreciate your hard work.”
The roaring of the plane’s motor and the passengers’ voices made him comfortable and before he could become conscious of the atmosphere surrounding him, Baekhyun’s snores had lulled him to sleep.
🎀
“D.O! How do you feel now that your second tour will begin in a couple of months? ”
“Kyungsoo-ssi! Which one of your songs represents a lot to you? ”
Flash.
“Oppa! Please take a selca with me! ”
Flash.
They wouldn’t stop.
He could feel his head pounding and his eyes weren’t focusing behind his sunglasses, his mouth slightly opened to let puffs of air escape his lungs.
Stress was creeping inside his veins and Sehun took his arm in his hand to reassure him, guiding the small soloist inside the huge airport.
“I’m here, Soo. Stay with me. Calm down,” he strictly enounced, sensing the other’s anxiety.
Baekhyun was trying to shut everyone up by screaming in the crowd’s ears, madly gesticulating around the spectators that were trying to devour Kyungsoo’s privacy.
The latter remarked how fast his heart was beating and he inhaled sharply, telling himself that panic attacks were not on today’s schedule.
He totally forgot about his surroundings when he felt Sehun’s fingers squeezing his limb, the younger trying to take him back on Earth.
“Sehun… I am not--” the celebrity began, but something cut him off before he could reveal the next words of his sentence.
His foot collided with some item before he could warn his friends of his distress, his shoe slipping on the little object and sending his body towards the floor with violence.
His limbs smashed the ground with a terrible sound and every person in the huge room of the public area shut their mouth.
“Hyung!” Sehun yelled, panic stretching his facial features.
And the crowd echoed his worries by vociferating insanities, women and men trying to get closer to see what had happened to their idol.
But Kyungsoo was paralyzed on the colorful linoleum, his eyes glued on what he had tripped on, his cheeks squished between multiple pairs of boots.
Incredibly small, quite long, rectangular, red…
“Flash...drive?” the star mumbled under his breath, not believing he had put his poor blue SL/10H sneakers on a freaking USB key in an airport.
Something warm caught his arm in one movement, popping his bubble of thoughts the same instant.
“Y-Yah!” he defended himself, shutting his red cushions of flesh soon after.
“Kyung’! Seriously, what the fluffy fluff are you doing?” Baekhyun harshly muttered between his gritted teeth.
Coming back to his senses, the little boy lifted his head, pink dusting his round pieces of soft skin. He slowly exhaled, sensing his heart’s crazy boom booms against his thin rib cage.
No--
He felt his hyung’s digits pressuring on his wrist, trying to make him stand up.
But Kyungsoo fought a bit and stretched his forearm towards the dusty floor, his left hand reaching for the object made of plastic with eagerness.
“Got it!” he shouted, surprising the mass of fans.
Squeals invaded the small place, and Kyungsoo felt his previous stress coursing through his veins again. He closed his hand tightly, the flash drive secured in his sweaty palm.
“Oppa! What is it? Show it to us! Here, Kyungsoo oppa!”
“Please let me just hug you, Kyungsoo-ssi!”
“Let’s get out of here. Real quick, Sehun,” Baekhyun roared with fury, saliva escaping his mouth.
“What do you want me to--” the younger cried with despair, his head turning in every possible way to find an escape.
Other bodyguards were manipulating people the best they could, their sticks ready to be used.
“Just do something! I don’t-- Sehun!” the brunette spit, “D.O’s going to fall unconscious! Could you just move your ass a bit?!”
Without even telling his colleague and his superior, the tall male put his hands on Kyungsoo’s flanks and lifted him up, the shorter being bent on his shoulder, his head lolling forward.
The trio soon left the place, their feet traveling at a rapid pace because of insecurity creeping inside their organism.
“Yehet oppa, I beg you! Let us see Kyungsoo oppa!”
This fucking “yehet” joke again. Sehun shouldn’t have appeared on Kyungsoo’s newest Instagram update while shouting his daily mantra, disguised with his fluffy cap.
“Has the limo arrived yet?” he demanded, his lips aggravating the situation even more.
“Just hurry the heck up,” Baekhyun growled, clapping his hands in front of Kyungsoo’s terrorized and bigger-than-normal orbs, trying to save the idol from his trance.
A car horn filled the air and made them run for their life, Kyungsoo bouncing lifelessly on his dongsaeng’s back with his arms trying to grasp the latter’s shoulders.
Baekhyun opened the door and pushed the giant inside the vehicle with force, the two bodies colliding with the limo’s leather seat, the singer’s manager hastily entering the passenger’s side of the automobile.
The chauffeur put his feet on the accelerator and they distanced themselves from the growing mass of hungry people.
Hungry for more Do Kyungsoo.
Sparks of smoke erupted from the machine and burst into fans’ faces, lots of girls and boys coughing, some smiling because of D.O’s appearance, some sniffling softly with tears in their eyes.
They couldn’t believe it yet.
🎀
“What the hell was he doing there?!” Baekhyun screeched, a pout making his way on his flawless face, the petite male lifting his two hands in the air with exasperation.
Sehun sent him a stern glare, his mouth opening slightly to let escape a slight ‘tchh’.
“Hyung, it’s not Soo’s fault. He just--”
“I know that, Hunnie. But why did he have to-to pick this… thing?! A USB key is useless and--”
The younger sighed.
“Baek-hyung, shut it. Soo was panicking, for God’s sake. I guess he found the object… quite interesting. Maybe it was actually a distraction that helped him forget about everyone barging around him,” the thick-headed bodyguard explained strictly.
The other only swallowed with difficulty, thinking about the mess which would soon happen on many different social networks and hissed, feeling a headache coming to attack his brain.
Kyungsoo was sleeping soundlessly at the back of the huge car, his head lolling from left to right because of the many stops the chauffeur had to make. Low music was flowing inside, soft lyrics accumulating in the passengers’ ears. The little vocalist threw his head on Sehun’s shoulder and the tall man petted the nest of darkness with care, knowing Kyungsoo’s mewl meant he was comfortable.
They arrived at the celebrity’s dorm a few minutes after the event and the duo transported the singer together, putting the sleeping penguin under the warm and huge sheets of his bed after having changed him, closing the door behind them with their lips glued by silence.
🎀
We’re at the main building in a really important meeting! If you need anything, don’t hesitate to call Sehun!
~Baek
*Oh! And don’t forget to continue writing With You! ;)
Kyungsoo sighed exasperatedly and put the yellow piece of paper between his fingers, crushing it with his fist and getting rid of it by sending it in the trash bin of his kitchen.
“Stupid brat…,” he muttered, stuffing his arms with chocolate muffins he had captured in the cupboard while reacting to the dumb message posted on the fridge.
He returned to his sanctuary the second after, chocolate chips already filling his cavity, his taste buds sensing sugar on the soft texture. He tugged on his blue sweater’s sleeves after having put his breakfast on his desk, preparing his itching fingers for their usual work. He stuffed another muffin between his teeth and slid a pencil in his hand, opening his minuscule notebook packed with lyrics. He turned many pages and stopped at one moment, his digits feeling the page’s texture with emotion.
Will you show me your heart a little more?
An idea suddenly sparked inside his brain, his curiosity picking as he remembered yesterday’s events. His legs decided his next actions and landed him in front of his bedside table, his eyes shining with interest. He picked the object with care and went back to his original place, his butt settling on his pivoting chair impatiently. The flash drive was now taking place in his palm, the carved metal accompanied by plastic brushing against his warm skin. He wondered what was loaded inside the device’s memory card.
And if there were… viruses?
No risk, then no reward.
Kyungsoo pushed the USB key inside his laptop’s plug, his heart beating madly against his thin rib cage.
A complete folder popped open on the screen, showing many video files with strange and endless names made of black bold letter.
my_penguin_s_seattle_tears_of_oxygen_dancing_class_101
“S-Seattle’s tears of oxygen?” the artist mumbled under his breath, not believing it.
It was one of his many compositions’ title.
His index attacked the left button of his wireless mouse, panic overloading his veins.
The video kicked in and an attractive male greeted him, camouflaged by dark shadows.
Woah. Hold on a second.
Kyungsoo got comfortable on his seat, ready for the show.
His own voice echoed in the room where the person was situated, the tanned man’s mocha hair falling on his forehead. The first high note resounded in the weak speakers of his computer and the other started to dance.
Tall buildings and bright lights
Droplets plunging in this river crowded with frostbites
Pirouettes appeared soon after and feet collided with the floor passionately, bouncing on the heavy surface flawlessly.
The guy was tall and lean, his legs being long and graceful, always put at the right position at the right instant. Kyungsoo couldn’t observe his facial traits because of the damp lightning, but he knew for sure that this person had so much confidence he was surely popular among young teenage girls.
His camisole was sticking to his torso, revealing his muscular shoulders and arms, sweat rolling on his neck and collarbone.
The pale boy swallowed heavily, his eyeballs burning while he kept on staring endlessly.
The video ended a couple of minutes later, the dancer posing and the music stopping.
Small exhales could be heard, the professional seemingly taking eager breaths to travel inside his organism. Then, he quit his place and advanced towards the camera that was recording him and bent down, his face suddenly taking place on the entire screen, making Kyungsoo squeal with feels.
This male was way too pretty to be unknown. He had almond-shaped chocolate colored eyes, thin eyebrows, a bumped nose and fat and plump lips which had been painted with deep tons of red.
The file closed itself and he got back to the key’s content, the latter being full of video clips.
His mouth fell widely open without even warning him and he fixed his laptop, deeply wondering what the heck had happened.
He instantly opened another project and grinned widely when he recognized the same dancer in this dance room, moving under Spinning the world just for you’s first crescendos fervently.
Kissing stars with thin fingers
Hunting those wide ideas
I should have taken thousands of pictures
Of you, in this field of pink camelias
(They reminded me of your sweet lips)
The small object made by technology finally revealed him more information about this certain artist, each and every short movie ending with him.
This tanned and tall male who seemed to be so charming.
Dancing on his own songs. On his own written lyrics.
Do Kyungsoo was absolutely stunned, his stature hunched
towards his recently bought portable computer.
He was just a singer. But what to do now that choreographies were just under his hands, easy for him to reach? He couldn’t wait any longer.
Before even noticing it himself, his digits had pressed a few digital options and he found himself calling his manager, his cell phone stitched to one of his ears.
“Soo?” Baekhyun asked, a few incessant ‘beeps’ later.
“Hyung, I--” Kyungsoo tried to speak, his throat too tight to permit him voicing words.
“Seriously, Kyungsoo. We’re kind of busy right now,” the older hissed while whispering at the same time, anger and tiredness lacing his tone.
“I might have found an idea for my new tour!”
“Really? Good. Now let us--”
“Dancing. I should start learning how to dance, right?” Kyungsoo enounced, squealing.
“... Do Kyungsoo, dancing on stage? Are you kidding me, honey? You never made a single move while standing on the scene. I mean, you’re singing ballads, you can’t perform on ballads --”
“But I’m an idol! An idol should sing and dance, no?”
“Listen, I got to go, Sehun wants to murder me right now. Once I get home, we’ll talk about your sudden obsession, m’kay? Later.”
Kyungsoo put down his device and just stood there, dumbfounded.
Would copying these man’s moves be considered a crime? There are no copyrights anywhere, so how could it be interpreted as stealing? And the vocalist couldn’t really find the performer’s name by googling ‘sexy boy covers Do Kyungsoo’ either…
Right?
Screw all that.
This guy had surprised him so much, dancing his choreographies in concerts would surely honor him, anyway.
Kyungsoo grinned.
🎀
After spending a long day finding this place
I feel like I am lost
One, two, three, four --
“No! You’ve got it all wrong again, Kyungsoo! Focus!”
But I don’t freaking get it?! the artist would have shouted if Yixing was not that nice.
“I know it’s hard Kyungie,” the Chinese male retorted as if he could read thoughts, “but you really need to coordinate your body parts, so that the movements flow smoothly. Arachi?”
“Hmm.”
“This guy will surely come after you when he’ll see you dancing his own moves he created,” the taller cheekily smiled, punching Kyungsoo’s shoulder gleefully.
“Hyung, stop, jebal!”
Yixing went towards the radio before pushing a precise button and music soon filled the air, paralyzing Kyungsoo (who had, of course, forgotten the first action).
“Focus, Kyungie!”
Why, oh why, did the company accept his freakingly bad ‘idea’?
The singer sighed.
Three months left.
🎀
The tall male slumped against the smooth texture of his couch, too busy munching on his chocolate biscuit to realize what his ‘best friend of some sorts’ was trying to implant in his skull.
“You don’t understand, Kai. Seriously, stop all this shit of yours!”
“You really can’t catch it, hm? You don’t know what you’re talking about, Chanyeol,” the tired boy glared at the other, his lips pouting.
“Dancing will make you poor as fuck! There’s no way an entertainment company could actually hire you. Go back to school. Go back to studies. They are your future, man,” his persistent companion argued, still looking stubborn as ever.
But the tanned one dared to ignore him, his irises stuck on the television screen.
“Jongin, I swear--”
“Do Kyungsoo revealed more about his new concert on his YouTube channel, uploading mysterious teasers about a ‘surprise’ --”
The lean guy suddenly jumped so high in the air, Chanyeol had almost seen him losing his head because of his craziness.
“Wait! Nini--”
“Just shut the hell up, Yeol! You know D.O’s my destiny!”
The white-haired adult sighed, face palming his forehead with disappointment.
Jongin dove for his computer chair, setting on it comfortably before attacking the keyboard’s letters with his greedy fingertips, ready to explode with feels.
Do Kyungsoo had been his idol, the one who was inspiring him since the beginning. He had charmed him with his incredible voice, his amazing talent, his petite but so cute physique that every one of his fans were crazy about but mostly… his caring love for each and every one of them.
Including him.
He had assisted to lots of his shows, including the last one he had performed in Japan earlier this year. Yep, he was definitely a fan.
Jongin smiled, stars in his orbs.
He refreshed his YouTube page eagerly and saw the notification on the spot, clicking on the left button instantly.
Fortunately, no advertisements appeared before him, and he could see that thirty seconds of perfection were awaiting him.
The flawless notes of Spinning the world just for you penetrated his ears and he sighed with delight, recognizing his favorite song of the artist.
“Something has changed.”
Jongin felt his eyes bulging.
What the--
“Ballads are maybe not made for dancing…”
His mouth touched his desk.
“But creativity is made for impressing people. ”
Lights materialized. Spots of many colours popped up on the screen.
And Do Kyungsoo danced.
His dances.
“No…,” he murmured, paralyzed.
“So? How was it--”
“H-He copied m-my moves…?” the tanned male spluttered, his eyes too wide to be natural.
He got up instantly and almost bumped into Chanyeol, pushing the lanky giant with his two hands before going in the entrance of their apartment, leaving the music from the laptop behind his room’s door.
How was he supposed to feel?
Was knowing Kyungsoo’s secret a good or bad thing?
Was the fact that his god had used his own choreographies right… or wrong?
“How so?!” he screamed at himself.
“Jong--”
The fan unzipped his backpack, checking in every possible pocket of the material to verify if it was there.
If his life was in his bag.
But his palms remained empty.
“Kai, relax a bit! Tell hyung what is wrong,” Chanyeol begged, his stature crouching in front of him to try to comfort him in a way.
The athlete opened his mouth with laziness.
“Do Kyungsoo… I-I must have dropped my USB key at the airport in Japan… he-he found my… Oh my God, Chanyeol! D.O took my flash drive and saw my videos!”
🎀
“So… If I understand correctly, you are insinuating that you are the dancer Do Kyungsoo is currently researching?”
“Yes, ma'am. My name is--”
“You know that we received many calls, young man. We are actually programming a special event which will take place in a few days. We invite everyone who thinks is the artist who invented the choreographies D.O took for his tour. Every contestant will then have to dance, and D.O will know who is the one. This special male will receive a contract and will have the possibility to work with our vocalist. But who knows? Maybe you aren’t the real one?”
“When will I be able to see the date of the event?”
“Please stay updated and check regularly on the agency’s website.”
“Thank you so much, ma’am.”
“No problem… Jongin, was it?”
“Yes. Have a good day.”
🎀
“I think I’m about to vomit.”
“Then please get out of this car. Which is mine, by the way. Just saying,” Chanyeol grumbled, gripping the steering wheel with force.
But the dancer didn’t answer, his body bending on itself to avoid throwing up.
“You’re going to be fine, Jongin. Actually, I don’t get it. Why would you be nervous about it even if you just know you are the one who inspired Kyungsoo? Well, scratch that… this garden gnome stole your choreographies.”
“But… He’s Do Kyungsoo so… it’s okay, right?” Jongin mumbled, his face still hidden between his legs to concentrate on his breathing. “And he’s not a gnome garden, for the last time Yeol, he’s perfection, m’kay?!”
“If you say so… I’m not contradicting you, dongsaeng,” the taller snorted, a smirk plastered on his face.
Jongin exhaled.
“Oh! We’re here, sweetie!” the older whistled, widely grinning.
“Gosh, stop calling me this way!”
The duo soon got out of the vehicle and headed out towards the entrance of the agency building, Jongin feeling his head turn and his heart thump against his ribcage.
“Fighting, you can do it!” his supporter yelled in the little room a few instants after, Jongin having to disappear by following the employee to the door which would lead him to the end of his life.
“Contestant number eighty-eight, Kim Jongin, ” the middle-aged woman monotonously said, closing the structure behind her with a swift move.
She then moved towards the end of the area, getting behind a table where one person was taking place, eating while writing a few information in a minuscule notebook.
The person sighed while shaking their head, clearly wanting to be far from there.
“Welcome,” the male’s voice resounded and bounced on the walls surrounding them.
Jongin lifted his head as soon as the tone had entered his ears.
“D-Do Kyungsoo hyung…,” he whispered, wondering if this was really happening.
Do Kyungsoo (the Do Kyungsoo) was standing in front of him, a few meters before him.
The idol then followed Jongin’s words and ended with his eyes on him, a smile stretching his heart-shaped lips in a smooth move.
But then, D.O froze.
“You! You’re him, I’m certain! Mocha hair, tanned skin!”
“Hum… He needs to dance, Kyungsoo-ssi,” the employee declared, getting close to a camera Jongin didn’t have remarked at the first place, too busy playing with his fingers.
“Please, repeat your name,” Kyungsoo pleaded, his cheeks heating up.
“M-My name is K-Kim Jongin. I am a f-fan of yours since your d-debut, D.O hyung,” Jongin spluttered, bowing respectfully.
“Then, dance, Jongin,” he ordered carefully, his voice sweet (like always).
The employee pushed a button on the camera and a red light appeared, telling the young dancer that this was all being recorded, now. And then, music filled the oxygen.
His fingers itched and sparks of energy came to life inside his body, yelling at him to start creating art. He swung his hips forward and started bouncing on his feet, his forearms debuting their long et graceful movements.
Jongin was so entranced in his choreography that he had closed his eyes, letting his subconscious control his mind and his members.
When the music suddenly stopped, all his thoughts came back to him in an instant, and he stood in front of Kyungsoo, his back straight.
“Jongin. I can’t wait to begin training with you! Thank you so much for coming here! Please, get closer,” Kyungsoo reassured, his hand just in front of Kai’s orbs.
Jongin then felt his heart rate increase, his cheeks flaming.
“I would like you to become my personal dance teacher, Kim Jongin.”
And Jongin signed the contract without remorse.
🎀
“Welcome, Jongin!”
Jongin turned to look at Kyungsoo, standing in front of a wall which had been covered with many mirrors.
Paradise, Jongin thought.
A dance room with Kyungsoo just in front of me…
He sighed dreamily.
“I know it might be sudden, but I really loved your videos… I felt bad about… stealing them but now that I’ve found you…,” he trailed, not certain about what to say more.
“I-It’s okay. I guess you don’t really wanted to act bad, r-right?”
The smaller male nodded his head curtly, his heart-shaped lips stretching into a smile.
“I guess… We should start training, right?”
“Yeah… Thank you, Jongin.”
And five, six, seven, eight…
🎀
“Nini!”
Jongin turned his head towards the sound, grinning just after when he recognized his favorite idol running towards him, his mop of hair fighting against air.
“I was wondering if you wanted to go to a cafe? I would buy you some coffee! I mean- if you’d like, I don’t want to pressure you, I know you have lots of work to--”
“Kyungsoo hyung… I already told you that I’m your biggest fan. How could I reject an offer like that?” the dancer smiled, showing his white teeth.
“Then, let’s get going!”
🎀
“Have you ever thought about… dating? Someone who is special to you?” Kyungsoo wondered, his forehead glistening with sweat.
“Hum… I don’t have time to date, honestly,” Jongin laughed.
He looked so cute, with his stylish haircut (and his new pink strands, gosh), his suit and his polished shoes. He looked like a pure gentleman.
Kyungsoo was ashamed of himself, wearing a red sweater and a simple pair of denims, his feet trapped in a pair of sneakers. He looked at the interesting ground to avoid staring at Jongin’s figure for too long.
It had now been two months since they had started training together. Jongin was truly a god when it came to dancing, and Kyungsoo was always left there, observing without shame the younger.
They were always together and the pairing had been discovered by fans, too eager to become silent.
But deep inside, Kyungsoo knew that Jongin meant much more than just a friend.
They were always hanging out together, sometimes going dining at a good looking restaurant, some others borrowing a cinema room just to watch a movie, the two of them alone, sharing a bowl of popcorn, fingers slowly touching.
“Hyung?”
Kyungsoo fixed his owl-like irises in Jongin’s.
“I-I think I’m ready, now.”
“You look prettyJongin…”
“And I’m not the only one… Look at you, you’re so cute!”
Jongin pinched his cheeks tenderly, like he always did.
Kyungsoo felt like screaming.
“Nini, you have to go! The interview is scheduled for--”
“I know, hyung. Wish me luck!”
And Kai did the unthinkable.
He pecked D.O’s cheek, before storming out of the company building, leaving behind a nervous little vocalist.
🎀
“I never dated someone, hyung… I’m waiting for the good person…”
“That’s great, Jongin. Don’t go in a bed with a girl just… because. You need to share feelings before, you know?”
“Who said it would be with a girl, hyung?”
🎀
“I hope your concert will go well, and that you’ll never forget about your dance moves, hyung.”
“Don’t worry, Jongin. I’ll make sure to remember them perfectly. All just for you.”
“Good. I’ll always follow you, hyung.”
🎀
Well, it all crashed into tons of pieces the day of the singer’s concert.
All the dreams he had thought about, being hugged or kissed by Jongin, disappeared a few seconds after his eyes landed on a specific picture that just broke his heart forever.
While all the makeup artists were busy putting eyeshadow and lipstick on his face, Kyungsoo felt like vomiting all his sadness.
“Hyung! Hyung! Remember! In the last part of Don’t forget to pull me in your embrace, you need to raise your leg just like that and-- hyung?”
“...”
“What is going on…?”
“How do you explain this?”
He almost threw the phone in his face, completely drowned in frustration.
“You kissed her, when you finished your interview, you dumb! Don’t you care about other’s feelings? Don’t you care about my feelings?!”
Jongin looked at the picture and hissed.
“Hyung--”
“I know you kissed her, Jongin. Don’t try to d-deny it,” he hiccuped, getting up from the chair and running towards the stage entry.
“H-Hyung!”
But the dancer couldn’t do anything, his arms being trapped by strong hands.
“Back off,” Baekhyun spit.
🎀
The cheers made his heart thump loudly, anxiously.
He could do it.
Tears welling in his eyes, Kyungsoo took the three steps and then got to his place on the scene, everything surrounding him still pitch black (except fanlights).
He approached the mic towards his mouth.
The lights opened and illuminated him.
The crowd started screaming.
Kyungsoo got closer to the edge, his legs slightly trembling because of the emotional tornado which was taking place inside his heart.
And then he sang.
With all the feelings he could for the moment.
And he danced.
But remembering the movements like Jongin had told him made him want to cry again, and tears soon rolled on his cheeks, his voice not steady anymore.
He coughed a little and got rid of the micro, his hands covering his messy face.
Fans started worrying for their idol, trying to get closer to comfort him in their own way.
But then, someone else entered the room, the person also being on the stage.
The guy walked towards the smaller and then got in front of him, his back facing the crowd.
Jongin took Kyungsoo in his arms without even thinking about it and kissed him on his mouth instantly, not regretting his gesture.
Not at all.
Shouts echoed everywhere.
“It was photoshopped, paboyah. I always loved you.”
🎀
“You know that you souln’t have come on stage that day.”
“And… why not?”
“You hip thrusting in front of my face wasnt’ a good idea, Nini.”
“Aye, shut the hell up, Soo.”
“And you Sehun, don’t you dare add more stupidity to this conversation!”
Title: I Found You
Pairing/Main character(s): KaiSoo (Kai x D.O)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 5k
Warning(s): Some swearing, bad poetry
Summary: Because Kyungsoo wanted to be hugged and kissed by this tall dancer.
Author's Note: Thank you, prompter! I hope you will be satisfied! I worked so hard on this and I'm so sorry if the ending is really bad (I had to finish before the deadline T_T) I hope everyoby will like reading this fic! (Some lyrics are from K.Will's Please Don't and I.O.I's Very Very Very)
Do Kyungsoo : 50 secrets you need to know about his upcoming tour!
“See? I told you from the beginning-“
“-‘That I would be on the cover of GQ Magazine someday’, thanks for repeating it since the last three years, hyung.”
The short male exhaled slowly, his eyes casting down to read the few words which were written on the piece of paper. A tiny smile graced his heart-shaped lips gently and he observed the picture intensely, trying to ignore his manager’s annoying dialog.
“It’s sad that they put this horrible hat on your head, though,” Baekhyun proclaimed, his mouth turned down into a pout.
“You just congratulated me and now you’re complaining,” the singer stated while laughing a bit, looking at his companion with a strange expression plastered on his facial features.
Baekhyun shrugged and hid his ears under his expensive headphones, picking a song randomly before closing his phone, ready to doze off.
Do Kyungsoo sighed and analyzed the picture closely, realizing that Baekhyun was probably right.
The hat was, in fact, hideous. (Orange mixed with purple. Really? )
The artist put the magazine inside his bag and checked the time that his watch was giving him.
12:49
He would be in Seoul in a few hours.
“You should sleep, hyung,” a deep voice resounded from behind, startling the poor vocalist.
“Don’t worry, Sehun,” Kyungsoo said while turning his head a little to send a grin in the younger’s direction.
“I should be the one saying that. I am the bodyguard who actually protects you from sasaeng fans and cameras,” the tall boy replicated.
“Thank you, Sehun-ah. I appreciate your hard work.”
The roaring of the plane’s motor and the passengers’ voices made him comfortable and before he could become conscious of the atmosphere surrounding him, Baekhyun’s snores had lulled him to sleep.
🎀
“D.O! How do you feel now that your second tour will begin in a couple of months? ”
“Kyungsoo-ssi! Which one of your songs represents a lot to you? ”
Flash.
“Oppa! Please take a selca with me! ”
Flash.
They wouldn’t stop.
He could feel his head pounding and his eyes weren’t focusing behind his sunglasses, his mouth slightly opened to let puffs of air escape his lungs.
Stress was creeping inside his veins and Sehun took his arm in his hand to reassure him, guiding the small soloist inside the huge airport.
“I’m here, Soo. Stay with me. Calm down,” he strictly enounced, sensing the other’s anxiety.
Baekhyun was trying to shut everyone up by screaming in the crowd’s ears, madly gesticulating around the spectators that were trying to devour Kyungsoo’s privacy.
The latter remarked how fast his heart was beating and he inhaled sharply, telling himself that panic attacks were not on today’s schedule.
He totally forgot about his surroundings when he felt Sehun’s fingers squeezing his limb, the younger trying to take him back on Earth.
“Sehun… I am not--” the celebrity began, but something cut him off before he could reveal the next words of his sentence.
His foot collided with some item before he could warn his friends of his distress, his shoe slipping on the little object and sending his body towards the floor with violence.
His limbs smashed the ground with a terrible sound and every person in the huge room of the public area shut their mouth.
“Hyung!” Sehun yelled, panic stretching his facial features.
And the crowd echoed his worries by vociferating insanities, women and men trying to get closer to see what had happened to their idol.
But Kyungsoo was paralyzed on the colorful linoleum, his eyes glued on what he had tripped on, his cheeks squished between multiple pairs of boots.
Incredibly small, quite long, rectangular, red…
“Flash...drive?” the star mumbled under his breath, not believing he had put his poor blue SL/10H sneakers on a freaking USB key in an airport.
Something warm caught his arm in one movement, popping his bubble of thoughts the same instant.
“Y-Yah!” he defended himself, shutting his red cushions of flesh soon after.
“Kyung’! Seriously, what the fluffy fluff are you doing?” Baekhyun harshly muttered between his gritted teeth.
Coming back to his senses, the little boy lifted his head, pink dusting his round pieces of soft skin. He slowly exhaled, sensing his heart’s crazy boom booms against his thin rib cage.
No--
He felt his hyung’s digits pressuring on his wrist, trying to make him stand up.
But Kyungsoo fought a bit and stretched his forearm towards the dusty floor, his left hand reaching for the object made of plastic with eagerness.
“Got it!” he shouted, surprising the mass of fans.
Squeals invaded the small place, and Kyungsoo felt his previous stress coursing through his veins again. He closed his hand tightly, the flash drive secured in his sweaty palm.
“Oppa! What is it? Show it to us! Here, Kyungsoo oppa!”
“Please let me just hug you, Kyungsoo-ssi!”
“Let’s get out of here. Real quick, Sehun,” Baekhyun roared with fury, saliva escaping his mouth.
“What do you want me to--” the younger cried with despair, his head turning in every possible way to find an escape.
Other bodyguards were manipulating people the best they could, their sticks ready to be used.
“Just do something! I don’t-- Sehun!” the brunette spit, “D.O’s going to fall unconscious! Could you just move your ass a bit?!”
Without even telling his colleague and his superior, the tall male put his hands on Kyungsoo’s flanks and lifted him up, the shorter being bent on his shoulder, his head lolling forward.
The trio soon left the place, their feet traveling at a rapid pace because of insecurity creeping inside their organism.
“Yehet oppa, I beg you! Let us see Kyungsoo oppa!”
This fucking “yehet” joke again. Sehun shouldn’t have appeared on Kyungsoo’s newest Instagram update while shouting his daily mantra, disguised with his fluffy cap.
“Has the limo arrived yet?” he demanded, his lips aggravating the situation even more.
“Just hurry the heck up,” Baekhyun growled, clapping his hands in front of Kyungsoo’s terrorized and bigger-than-normal orbs, trying to save the idol from his trance.
A car horn filled the air and made them run for their life, Kyungsoo bouncing lifelessly on his dongsaeng’s back with his arms trying to grasp the latter’s shoulders.
Baekhyun opened the door and pushed the giant inside the vehicle with force, the two bodies colliding with the limo’s leather seat, the singer’s manager hastily entering the passenger’s side of the automobile.
The chauffeur put his feet on the accelerator and they distanced themselves from the growing mass of hungry people.
Hungry for more Do Kyungsoo.
Sparks of smoke erupted from the machine and burst into fans’ faces, lots of girls and boys coughing, some smiling because of D.O’s appearance, some sniffling softly with tears in their eyes.
They couldn’t believe it yet.
🎀
“What the hell was he doing there?!” Baekhyun screeched, a pout making his way on his flawless face, the petite male lifting his two hands in the air with exasperation.
Sehun sent him a stern glare, his mouth opening slightly to let escape a slight ‘tchh’.
“Hyung, it’s not Soo’s fault. He just--”
“I know that, Hunnie. But why did he have to-to pick this… thing?! A USB key is useless and--”
The younger sighed.
“Baek-hyung, shut it. Soo was panicking, for God’s sake. I guess he found the object… quite interesting. Maybe it was actually a distraction that helped him forget about everyone barging around him,” the thick-headed bodyguard explained strictly.
The other only swallowed with difficulty, thinking about the mess which would soon happen on many different social networks and hissed, feeling a headache coming to attack his brain.
Kyungsoo was sleeping soundlessly at the back of the huge car, his head lolling from left to right because of the many stops the chauffeur had to make. Low music was flowing inside, soft lyrics accumulating in the passengers’ ears. The little vocalist threw his head on Sehun’s shoulder and the tall man petted the nest of darkness with care, knowing Kyungsoo’s mewl meant he was comfortable.
They arrived at the celebrity’s dorm a few minutes after the event and the duo transported the singer together, putting the sleeping penguin under the warm and huge sheets of his bed after having changed him, closing the door behind them with their lips glued by silence.
🎀
We’re at the main building in a really important meeting! If you need anything, don’t hesitate to call Sehun!
~Baek
*Oh! And don’t forget to continue writing With You! ;)
Kyungsoo sighed exasperatedly and put the yellow piece of paper between his fingers, crushing it with his fist and getting rid of it by sending it in the trash bin of his kitchen.
“Stupid brat…,” he muttered, stuffing his arms with chocolate muffins he had captured in the cupboard while reacting to the dumb message posted on the fridge.
He returned to his sanctuary the second after, chocolate chips already filling his cavity, his taste buds sensing sugar on the soft texture. He tugged on his blue sweater’s sleeves after having put his breakfast on his desk, preparing his itching fingers for their usual work. He stuffed another muffin between his teeth and slid a pencil in his hand, opening his minuscule notebook packed with lyrics. He turned many pages and stopped at one moment, his digits feeling the page’s texture with emotion.
Will you show me your heart a little more?
An idea suddenly sparked inside his brain, his curiosity picking as he remembered yesterday’s events. His legs decided his next actions and landed him in front of his bedside table, his eyes shining with interest. He picked the object with care and went back to his original place, his butt settling on his pivoting chair impatiently. The flash drive was now taking place in his palm, the carved metal accompanied by plastic brushing against his warm skin. He wondered what was loaded inside the device’s memory card.
And if there were… viruses?
No risk, then no reward.
Kyungsoo pushed the USB key inside his laptop’s plug, his heart beating madly against his thin rib cage.
A complete folder popped open on the screen, showing many video files with strange and endless names made of black bold letter.
my_penguin_s_seattle_tears_of_oxygen_dancing_class_101
“S-Seattle’s tears of oxygen?” the artist mumbled under his breath, not believing it.
It was one of his many compositions’ title.
His index attacked the left button of his wireless mouse, panic overloading his veins.
The video kicked in and an attractive male greeted him, camouflaged by dark shadows.
Woah. Hold on a second.
Kyungsoo got comfortable on his seat, ready for the show.
His own voice echoed in the room where the person was situated, the tanned man’s mocha hair falling on his forehead. The first high note resounded in the weak speakers of his computer and the other started to dance.
Tall buildings and bright lights
Droplets plunging in this river crowded with frostbites
Pirouettes appeared soon after and feet collided with the floor passionately, bouncing on the heavy surface flawlessly.
The guy was tall and lean, his legs being long and graceful, always put at the right position at the right instant. Kyungsoo couldn’t observe his facial traits because of the damp lightning, but he knew for sure that this person had so much confidence he was surely popular among young teenage girls.
His camisole was sticking to his torso, revealing his muscular shoulders and arms, sweat rolling on his neck and collarbone.
The pale boy swallowed heavily, his eyeballs burning while he kept on staring endlessly.
The video ended a couple of minutes later, the dancer posing and the music stopping.
Small exhales could be heard, the professional seemingly taking eager breaths to travel inside his organism. Then, he quit his place and advanced towards the camera that was recording him and bent down, his face suddenly taking place on the entire screen, making Kyungsoo squeal with feels.
This male was way too pretty to be unknown. He had almond-shaped chocolate colored eyes, thin eyebrows, a bumped nose and fat and plump lips which had been painted with deep tons of red.
The file closed itself and he got back to the key’s content, the latter being full of video clips.
His mouth fell widely open without even warning him and he fixed his laptop, deeply wondering what the heck had happened.
He instantly opened another project and grinned widely when he recognized the same dancer in this dance room, moving under Spinning the world just for you’s first crescendos fervently.
Kissing stars with thin fingers
Hunting those wide ideas
I should have taken thousands of pictures
Of you, in this field of pink camelias
(They reminded me of your sweet lips)
The small object made by technology finally revealed him more information about this certain artist, each and every short movie ending with him.
This tanned and tall male who seemed to be so charming.
Dancing on his own songs. On his own written lyrics.
Do Kyungsoo was absolutely stunned, his stature hunched
towards his recently bought portable computer.
He was just a singer. But what to do now that choreographies were just under his hands, easy for him to reach? He couldn’t wait any longer.
Before even noticing it himself, his digits had pressed a few digital options and he found himself calling his manager, his cell phone stitched to one of his ears.
“Soo?” Baekhyun asked, a few incessant ‘beeps’ later.
“Hyung, I--” Kyungsoo tried to speak, his throat too tight to permit him voicing words.
“Seriously, Kyungsoo. We’re kind of busy right now,” the older hissed while whispering at the same time, anger and tiredness lacing his tone.
“I might have found an idea for my new tour!”
“Really? Good. Now let us--”
“Dancing. I should start learning how to dance, right?” Kyungsoo enounced, squealing.
“... Do Kyungsoo, dancing on stage? Are you kidding me, honey? You never made a single move while standing on the scene. I mean, you’re singing ballads, you can’t perform on ballads --”
“But I’m an idol! An idol should sing and dance, no?”
“Listen, I got to go, Sehun wants to murder me right now. Once I get home, we’ll talk about your sudden obsession, m’kay? Later.”
Kyungsoo put down his device and just stood there, dumbfounded.
Would copying these man’s moves be considered a crime? There are no copyrights anywhere, so how could it be interpreted as stealing? And the vocalist couldn’t really find the performer’s name by googling ‘sexy boy covers Do Kyungsoo’ either…
Right?
Screw all that.
This guy had surprised him so much, dancing his choreographies in concerts would surely honor him, anyway.
Kyungsoo grinned.
🎀
After spending a long day finding this place
I feel like I am lost
One, two, three, four --
“No! You’ve got it all wrong again, Kyungsoo! Focus!”
But I don’t freaking get it?! the artist would have shouted if Yixing was not that nice.
“I know it’s hard Kyungie,” the Chinese male retorted as if he could read thoughts, “but you really need to coordinate your body parts, so that the movements flow smoothly. Arachi?”
“Hmm.”
“This guy will surely come after you when he’ll see you dancing his own moves he created,” the taller cheekily smiled, punching Kyungsoo’s shoulder gleefully.
“Hyung, stop, jebal!”
Yixing went towards the radio before pushing a precise button and music soon filled the air, paralyzing Kyungsoo (who had, of course, forgotten the first action).
“Focus, Kyungie!”
Why, oh why, did the company accept his freakingly bad ‘idea’?
The singer sighed.
Three months left.
🎀
The tall male slumped against the smooth texture of his couch, too busy munching on his chocolate biscuit to realize what his ‘best friend of some sorts’ was trying to implant in his skull.
“You don’t understand, Kai. Seriously, stop all this shit of yours!”
“You really can’t catch it, hm? You don’t know what you’re talking about, Chanyeol,” the tired boy glared at the other, his lips pouting.
“Dancing will make you poor as fuck! There’s no way an entertainment company could actually hire you. Go back to school. Go back to studies. They are your future, man,” his persistent companion argued, still looking stubborn as ever.
But the tanned one dared to ignore him, his irises stuck on the television screen.
“Jongin, I swear--”
“Do Kyungsoo revealed more about his new concert on his YouTube channel, uploading mysterious teasers about a ‘surprise’ --”
The lean guy suddenly jumped so high in the air, Chanyeol had almost seen him losing his head because of his craziness.
“Wait! Nini--”
“Just shut the hell up, Yeol! You know D.O’s my destiny!”
The white-haired adult sighed, face palming his forehead with disappointment.
Jongin dove for his computer chair, setting on it comfortably before attacking the keyboard’s letters with his greedy fingertips, ready to explode with feels.
Do Kyungsoo had been his idol, the one who was inspiring him since the beginning. He had charmed him with his incredible voice, his amazing talent, his petite but so cute physique that every one of his fans were crazy about but mostly… his caring love for each and every one of them.
Including him.
He had assisted to lots of his shows, including the last one he had performed in Japan earlier this year. Yep, he was definitely a fan.
Jongin smiled, stars in his orbs.
He refreshed his YouTube page eagerly and saw the notification on the spot, clicking on the left button instantly.
Fortunately, no advertisements appeared before him, and he could see that thirty seconds of perfection were awaiting him.
The flawless notes of Spinning the world just for you penetrated his ears and he sighed with delight, recognizing his favorite song of the artist.
“Something has changed.”
Jongin felt his eyes bulging.
What the--
“Ballads are maybe not made for dancing…”
His mouth touched his desk.
“But creativity is made for impressing people. ”
Lights materialized. Spots of many colours popped up on the screen.
And Do Kyungsoo danced.
His dances.
“No…,” he murmured, paralyzed.
“So? How was it--”
“H-He copied m-my moves…?” the tanned male spluttered, his eyes too wide to be natural.
He got up instantly and almost bumped into Chanyeol, pushing the lanky giant with his two hands before going in the entrance of their apartment, leaving the music from the laptop behind his room’s door.
How was he supposed to feel?
Was knowing Kyungsoo’s secret a good or bad thing?
Was the fact that his god had used his own choreographies right… or wrong?
“How so?!” he screamed at himself.
“Jong--”
The fan unzipped his backpack, checking in every possible pocket of the material to verify if it was there.
If his life was in his bag.
But his palms remained empty.
“Kai, relax a bit! Tell hyung what is wrong,” Chanyeol begged, his stature crouching in front of him to try to comfort him in a way.
The athlete opened his mouth with laziness.
“Do Kyungsoo… I-I must have dropped my USB key at the airport in Japan… he-he found my… Oh my God, Chanyeol! D.O took my flash drive and saw my videos!”
🎀
“So… If I understand correctly, you are insinuating that you are the dancer Do Kyungsoo is currently researching?”
“Yes, ma'am. My name is--”
“You know that we received many calls, young man. We are actually programming a special event which will take place in a few days. We invite everyone who thinks is the artist who invented the choreographies D.O took for his tour. Every contestant will then have to dance, and D.O will know who is the one. This special male will receive a contract and will have the possibility to work with our vocalist. But who knows? Maybe you aren’t the real one?”
“When will I be able to see the date of the event?”
“Please stay updated and check regularly on the agency’s website.”
“Thank you so much, ma’am.”
“No problem… Jongin, was it?”
“Yes. Have a good day.”
🎀
“I think I’m about to vomit.”
“Then please get out of this car. Which is mine, by the way. Just saying,” Chanyeol grumbled, gripping the steering wheel with force.
But the dancer didn’t answer, his body bending on itself to avoid throwing up.
“You’re going to be fine, Jongin. Actually, I don’t get it. Why would you be nervous about it even if you just know you are the one who inspired Kyungsoo? Well, scratch that… this garden gnome stole your choreographies.”
“But… He’s Do Kyungsoo so… it’s okay, right?” Jongin mumbled, his face still hidden between his legs to concentrate on his breathing. “And he’s not a gnome garden, for the last time Yeol, he’s perfection, m’kay?!”
“If you say so… I’m not contradicting you, dongsaeng,” the taller snorted, a smirk plastered on his face.
Jongin exhaled.
“Oh! We’re here, sweetie!” the older whistled, widely grinning.
“Gosh, stop calling me this way!”
The duo soon got out of the vehicle and headed out towards the entrance of the agency building, Jongin feeling his head turn and his heart thump against his ribcage.
“Fighting, you can do it!” his supporter yelled in the little room a few instants after, Jongin having to disappear by following the employee to the door which would lead him to the end of his life.
“Contestant number eighty-eight, Kim Jongin, ” the middle-aged woman monotonously said, closing the structure behind her with a swift move.
She then moved towards the end of the area, getting behind a table where one person was taking place, eating while writing a few information in a minuscule notebook.
The person sighed while shaking their head, clearly wanting to be far from there.
“Welcome,” the male’s voice resounded and bounced on the walls surrounding them.
Jongin lifted his head as soon as the tone had entered his ears.
“D-Do Kyungsoo hyung…,” he whispered, wondering if this was really happening.
Do Kyungsoo (the Do Kyungsoo) was standing in front of him, a few meters before him.
The idol then followed Jongin’s words and ended with his eyes on him, a smile stretching his heart-shaped lips in a smooth move.
But then, D.O froze.
“You! You’re him, I’m certain! Mocha hair, tanned skin!”
“Hum… He needs to dance, Kyungsoo-ssi,” the employee declared, getting close to a camera Jongin didn’t have remarked at the first place, too busy playing with his fingers.
“Please, repeat your name,” Kyungsoo pleaded, his cheeks heating up.
“M-My name is K-Kim Jongin. I am a f-fan of yours since your d-debut, D.O hyung,” Jongin spluttered, bowing respectfully.
“Then, dance, Jongin,” he ordered carefully, his voice sweet (like always).
The employee pushed a button on the camera and a red light appeared, telling the young dancer that this was all being recorded, now. And then, music filled the oxygen.
His fingers itched and sparks of energy came to life inside his body, yelling at him to start creating art. He swung his hips forward and started bouncing on his feet, his forearms debuting their long et graceful movements.
Jongin was so entranced in his choreography that he had closed his eyes, letting his subconscious control his mind and his members.
When the music suddenly stopped, all his thoughts came back to him in an instant, and he stood in front of Kyungsoo, his back straight.
“Jongin. I can’t wait to begin training with you! Thank you so much for coming here! Please, get closer,” Kyungsoo reassured, his hand just in front of Kai’s orbs.
Jongin then felt his heart rate increase, his cheeks flaming.
“I would like you to become my personal dance teacher, Kim Jongin.”
And Jongin signed the contract without remorse.
🎀
“Welcome, Jongin!”
Jongin turned to look at Kyungsoo, standing in front of a wall which had been covered with many mirrors.
Paradise, Jongin thought.
A dance room with Kyungsoo just in front of me…
He sighed dreamily.
“I know it might be sudden, but I really loved your videos… I felt bad about… stealing them but now that I’ve found you…,” he trailed, not certain about what to say more.
“I-It’s okay. I guess you don’t really wanted to act bad, r-right?”
The smaller male nodded his head curtly, his heart-shaped lips stretching into a smile.
“I guess… We should start training, right?”
“Yeah… Thank you, Jongin.”
And five, six, seven, eight…
🎀
“Nini!”
Jongin turned his head towards the sound, grinning just after when he recognized his favorite idol running towards him, his mop of hair fighting against air.
“I was wondering if you wanted to go to a cafe? I would buy you some coffee! I mean- if you’d like, I don’t want to pressure you, I know you have lots of work to--”
“Kyungsoo hyung… I already told you that I’m your biggest fan. How could I reject an offer like that?” the dancer smiled, showing his white teeth.
“Then, let’s get going!”
🎀
“Have you ever thought about… dating? Someone who is special to you?” Kyungsoo wondered, his forehead glistening with sweat.
“Hum… I don’t have time to date, honestly,” Jongin laughed.
He looked so cute, with his stylish haircut (and his new pink strands, gosh), his suit and his polished shoes. He looked like a pure gentleman.
Kyungsoo was ashamed of himself, wearing a red sweater and a simple pair of denims, his feet trapped in a pair of sneakers. He looked at the interesting ground to avoid staring at Jongin’s figure for too long.
It had now been two months since they had started training together. Jongin was truly a god when it came to dancing, and Kyungsoo was always left there, observing without shame the younger.
They were always together and the pairing had been discovered by fans, too eager to become silent.
But deep inside, Kyungsoo knew that Jongin meant much more than just a friend.
They were always hanging out together, sometimes going dining at a good looking restaurant, some others borrowing a cinema room just to watch a movie, the two of them alone, sharing a bowl of popcorn, fingers slowly touching.
“Hyung?”
Kyungsoo fixed his owl-like irises in Jongin’s.
“I-I think I’m ready, now.”
“You look prettyJongin…”
“And I’m not the only one… Look at you, you’re so cute!”
Jongin pinched his cheeks tenderly, like he always did.
Kyungsoo felt like screaming.
“Nini, you have to go! The interview is scheduled for--”
“I know, hyung. Wish me luck!”
And Kai did the unthinkable.
He pecked D.O’s cheek, before storming out of the company building, leaving behind a nervous little vocalist.
🎀
“I never dated someone, hyung… I’m waiting for the good person…”
“That’s great, Jongin. Don’t go in a bed with a girl just… because. You need to share feelings before, you know?”
“Who said it would be with a girl, hyung?”
🎀
“I hope your concert will go well, and that you’ll never forget about your dance moves, hyung.”
“Don’t worry, Jongin. I’ll make sure to remember them perfectly. All just for you.”
“Good. I’ll always follow you, hyung.”
🎀
Well, it all crashed into tons of pieces the day of the singer’s concert.
All the dreams he had thought about, being hugged or kissed by Jongin, disappeared a few seconds after his eyes landed on a specific picture that just broke his heart forever.
While all the makeup artists were busy putting eyeshadow and lipstick on his face, Kyungsoo felt like vomiting all his sadness.
“Hyung! Hyung! Remember! In the last part of Don’t forget to pull me in your embrace, you need to raise your leg just like that and-- hyung?”
“...”
“What is going on…?”
“How do you explain this?”
He almost threw the phone in his face, completely drowned in frustration.
“You kissed her, when you finished your interview, you dumb! Don’t you care about other’s feelings? Don’t you care about my feelings?!”
Jongin looked at the picture and hissed.
“Hyung--”
“I know you kissed her, Jongin. Don’t try to d-deny it,” he hiccuped, getting up from the chair and running towards the stage entry.
“H-Hyung!”
But the dancer couldn’t do anything, his arms being trapped by strong hands.
“Back off,” Baekhyun spit.
🎀
The cheers made his heart thump loudly, anxiously.
He could do it.
Tears welling in his eyes, Kyungsoo took the three steps and then got to his place on the scene, everything surrounding him still pitch black (except fanlights).
He approached the mic towards his mouth.
The lights opened and illuminated him.
The crowd started screaming.
Kyungsoo got closer to the edge, his legs slightly trembling because of the emotional tornado which was taking place inside his heart.
And then he sang.
With all the feelings he could for the moment.
And he danced.
But remembering the movements like Jongin had told him made him want to cry again, and tears soon rolled on his cheeks, his voice not steady anymore.
He coughed a little and got rid of the micro, his hands covering his messy face.
Fans started worrying for their idol, trying to get closer to comfort him in their own way.
But then, someone else entered the room, the person also being on the stage.
The guy walked towards the smaller and then got in front of him, his back facing the crowd.
Jongin took Kyungsoo in his arms without even thinking about it and kissed him on his mouth instantly, not regretting his gesture.
Not at all.
Shouts echoed everywhere.
“It was photoshopped, paboyah. I always loved you.”
🎀
“You know that you souln’t have come on stage that day.”
“And… why not?”
“You hip thrusting in front of my face wasnt’ a good idea, Nini.”
“Aye, shut the hell up, Soo.”
“And you Sehun, don’t you dare add more stupidity to this conversation!”