#279 | Quote, brat | KaiSoo
Prompt #: 279
Title: Quote, brat.
Pairing: Kai/D.O.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count:2658
Warning: None.
Summary: Though finding a cute bratty ‘kid’ with cute round glasses, looking extremely adorable despite his behaviour is not what he expected when he arrived at the publishing house, Kyungsoo doesn’t mind any of it, just like he doesn’t mind having his ass stuck onto the chair with a superglue.
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Having his ass stuck onto the chair with superglue is not how Do Kyungsoo expected his life as an published author. He expected himself to conduct many book signing (which now, suck ass without any skills; so many ideas bombard his head and he has nothing to write in) and receive many letters (he does, but there’s not damned time to check them), gifts (his storeroom is filled with unopened gifts and many journals which hold future’s best selling stories’ basic plot) and have people tell him he’s the more cruel person in the whole world (at least something which he thought is happening in the way he expected it to be). Yet again, he finished another psychological thriller last night.
However, that’s not the only he’s done last night, he has announced that his last book of Mister Mirror series will be released next year, and that they’re already in the printing process on his twitter and he’s taken half of his evening in reading everyone screaming while laughing and chuckling. Today, he’s visiting the house just to have a chat with his friend Yixing.
He greets the watchman and finally opens the door, but he freezes.
Looking at a cute bratty kid with cute round glasses, black backpack with a word starting from ‘K’ and looking extremely adorable despite his behaviour is not what he expected when he arrived at the publishing house either. He expected a normal enter, chat with Yixing and exit, but life seems to be set on surprising him. The kid is wearing a green t-shirt, blue jeans and Kyungsoo can see a silver chain which has a big ‘J’ hanging from it.
“I don’t care,” The bratty kid yelled, “I want that book, he’s getting the money, right?!”
Upon walking closer, he realizes that this ‘kid’ is slightly taller than him, he seems to be twenty or twenty one, he is tanned beautifully and he looks cuter up close. Mrs. Jung looked pissed off, he could see her tight fist on the computer’s keyboard from where he was standing, the tanned boy crossed his arms, scowling at the elder woman. His scowl softens a little when Mrs. Jung sighs as if she’s fed up. “P-please Mrs. Jung--”
“What’s going on here?” He interjects the boy, looking at Mrs. Jung with sympathy.
Mrs. Jung sighs second time this minute. “He wants your Mr. Mirrorseries's last book.”
“Pre-order--”
“Before it’s official release. He’s bribing me to give him a copy which is already printed.”
The cute boy pouts, almost like a small puppy and stubbornly stomps his feet. “I’m not bribing. I’m paying more- whatever you may consider it as, extra for the very early delivery or tip. C’mon Mrs. Jung, you know how much I love that series and I want to finish it before any of my friends do! They always spoil books for me, I want revenge.”
“Jongin,” Mrs. Jung sighs, “I can’t give you a book before it’s official release; You’re my favorite nephew, but, child, you should understand - you’re twenty two after all - it’s not something I can do without having manager’s permission, or the author’spermission.”
“Please?” Jongin drags out the word, his eyes water, his cheeks puff and he rests his head on his fists, cheeks being pushed upwards, he looks so adorable, Kyungsoo’s knees feel weak.
Mrs. Jung glances at him, “How about,” She smiles widely. “You ask the author himself?”
Jongin stops his extremely adorable antics and looks at him, seeming to notice his whole presence after being mentioned and his mouth hangs open- goddamnit how can he look so cute doing everything?!
“Do. Kyungsoo.” Mrs. Jung’s favorite nephew’s eyes widen comically, he quickly closes his mouth. “Oh my gosh- wait- uh- Do Kyungsoo- can you wait here for a minute?!”
He drops his backpack and bends, shoving his hand into his bag, excitedly and half-panickingly searchers for something. Meanwhile, Mrs. Jung mouths to the author, ‘please get him out of here.’ and he looks at the boy’s ass (it’s unintentional, but he doesn’t mind) and decides the firm-looking ass is cute too.
For an odd reason, everything about Jongin is cute for Kyungsoo, may it be his brattiness, his glasses or his round and firm-looking ass.
He looks away quickly and Jongin straightens himself up again. He dumps four medium sized books in his arms, a marker on top of them and squeals like a little girl. “Kim Jongin!”
Kyungsoo raises his eyebrow.
The tanned boy rocks himself back and forth on his shoes, grinning excitedly. “Sign it please!”
Kyungsoo dumps the books on the worker’s desk, leaning to whisper to her. “Are you sure he’s twenty-two?”
“His mental age range is two to-”
“I can hear you!”
~*~
They both are sitting at the local coffee shop and when Kyungsoo looks at the younger boy out of boredom, he can’t feel his heart beating, he can’t feel his hand which is centimeters away from the steaming hot cup of normal coffee, his all senses seem to have taken break from feeling and all he can do is stare.
Jongin looks beautiful, sipping his americano, other hand playing with the pages of his small book of poems, eyes on the old, yellow page which have words printed, looking effortlessly pretty. When he brings his cup down, Kyungsoo dares to look at the pink, full lips-
The writer hisses in pain, withdrawing his hand instantly as he glares at the cup, then takes his two fingers in his mouth which are burning and blood rushes in his face when he realizes Jongin looking at him.
It’s embarrassing, two fingers in mouth and all, but some part of him is doing somersaults for having the younger’s attention. It’s weird to feel this way after a long time, the last time he dated someone- likedsomeone was a year ago, he was wondering if he was aromantic - that’d be weird, for he is a very hopeless romantic who melts over every small gestures from his past boyfriends - but Kim Jongin proved him wrong.
Jongin chuckles, his voice soothes the burning fingers in Kyungsoo’s mouth which are being nursed a little by the coolness on his mouth. “You’re cute, hyung- I can call you that, right? Yeah, I can.”
He removes his fingers, laughing. “Brat.”
“You like me anyways!” Jongin shrugs and the shorter’s movements stop, there’s a lump in throat which, if let out even as a breath will end up a loud ‘I really like your bratty ass’ and he can’t risk anything (there’s nothing to risk, saying it simply adds more of thrill). He swallows the lump, chuckling awkwardly, the writer wipes his fingers on the tissue paper kept on their table, he goes back to drinking his coffee, this time meticulously he holds the handle and brings the cup to his lips. When he gulps, he realizes his heart is beating fast again, he squirms in his seat. Feeling like an extra socially awkward teen, Kyungsoo glances at the taller again who is grinning at him.
“What?” He snaps and the other boy grins wider. “You were acting like a kid in front of Mrs. Jung and now you’re all grown up.”
“I get what I want when I’m like that. Besides, everyone in my family likes it when I act all cute justin front of them.”
Oh, so you know you’re cute. Kyungsoo snorts loudly. “Brat.”
“You-”
Kyungsoo sighs. “Yeah, I like you, shut up.”
~*~
It’s late night when his doorbell rang, the writer takes another sip of beer and walks towards the door. (He swears if it’s Kim Junmyeon again he’ll kill that man and hide his body under his bed like his main character did in “Monsters Under The Bed”, chapter fifteen- and hope he doesn’t become a zombie.)
When the wide-eyed boy opens the door, he finds a handsome smiling face, Jongin is leaning against the wall, he has a plastic bag in his one hand and the other is shoved into his pocket. It looks like some juice. “Hey, hyung. Thought you should try out my new all-time-favorite beer.”
Kyungsoo lets the younger boy in, rolling his eyes at him (and his own heart, because his heart is yet again beating fast), “Your all-time-favorites change every week.”
“I know.” Jongin chuckles, “I just wanted an excuse to visit you hyung.”
The elder doesn’t say ‘brat’ this time, half of the meetings he’s had with Kim Jongin include him calling the adorable younger brat and the said brat would chuckle and say ‘You like me, though.’ and despite knowing that the other means it in a friendly way not the romantic admiration, Kyungsoo’s heart is always somewhere between pounding very hard against his ribcage and shattering into pieces upon realization. None of the two happens, however, it’s just fast beating heart with a fucking zoo in his stomach, hands sweating and itching to stretch out and hold the Jongin’s soft hand, caress his cheeks, he wants to kiss Jongin, hold him and just… date him and marry that bratty, but adorable and amazing boy.
Maybe he’s in love with the tanned boy, he isn’t sure, but he doesn’t mind being in love either.
Kyungsoo goes back to writing, rock song playing from his computer, there’s a loud screech from his left, he doesn’t glance because he knows it’s Jongin pushing around his couch for some reason. Usually it’s to see out from the window while laying on the couch.
“Hyung.” The tanned boy calls. “Kyungsoo-hyung, pay attention to me.”
The elder in the room sighs, finishing the paragraph before turning towards the taller boy who is sitting on the couch, facing him and has his head tilted. “What is it?”
“Has anyone told you that you’re beautiful?”
Blush creeps instantaneously on his face, he laughs it off. “No, I’m told I’m ‘handsome’ and not ‘beautiful’, Jonginie.”
Jongin grins, his childish and bratty antics are back when he grins like that: ready to do some mischief. “But I just did! So what you said it not true!”
Kyungsoo is ready to argue, but he has to edit the draft so he simply nods, whispering out ‘yeah, okay.’ before going back to editing. He silently changes the song playing, removes the over-used words in paragraphs, correct some grammar with a disgusted face because it hurts to suck so much. Oh my fucking gosh- what’s with my grammar these days!?
He notices Jongin’s hand next to the keyboard, he looks up at the boy with an eyebrow raised.
“Have you ever made out with someone here on this chair?”
Kyungsoo thinks. No, he hasn’t made out with someone on this chair, he has made out with his boyfriends on his couch and sometimes on his bed, but usually on the couch. He shakes his head.
Jongin’s hands gripped his shoulders, he finds the boy on his lap the next moment and his breathing is sharp and short, their foreheads are connected, the younger’s hands move to cup his jaw and their lips meet. It’s completely unexpected kiss, but Kyungsoo kisses the tanned boy back, tilting his head and kissing passionately. A foreign feeling is bubbling in his stomach, but the kiss seems like they’ve been kissing for many years and it’s the most common thing they’ve done. The foreign feeling is Jongin’s lips’ softness, Kyungsoo realizes, and the soft hands which are cupping his jaw.
The writer’s hands wrap around Jongin’s waist, pulling him closer, the kiss breaks, they both are gasping for lungful of air, Jongin is smiling widely, his chest rising and falling gracefully and quickly. Jongin looks more beautiful like this, Kyungsoo decides, lips stretched and swollen, hair a little messy and his pupils dilated.
Younger’s one hand moves and he tugs on his hair a little, their bodies flushing, lips connect again and Kyungsoo is in heaven, cloud nine, whatever this blissful state is called as. He reluctantly bites the boy’s bottom lip, licking it later and then his hand shifts on the other’s ass, he squeezes it playfully which erupts a squeak from Jongin. The shorter grins against other’s lips, triumphant for being the cause of the squeak.
The kiss breaks again and Jongin is smiling wider, running his hand in Kyungsoo’s hair. “Damn, you’re a great kisser, hyung.”
“You’re not bad either.” Kyungsoo giggles.
Jongin looks serious all of sudden, his voice lower and worried. “Hyung, I like you. Not in a friendly way, ya’ know? As in I like you in way- uh, I’d date you,” He’s counting on his fingers, staring into Kyungsoo’s eyes. “I’d cuddle you, I’d kiss you, I’d make out with you, I’d go on cliche dates with you sort of like you.”
“I like you too, silly.”
~*~
After two years of the strange confession, Kyungsoo finds his ass stuck to the chair again, but he’s not writing this time. He wants to curl up into a ball and cry and just be deleted from this world like his recent book was deleted by him. He can’t write. He doesn’t know how to write. His lips quiver as he looks at the blank page, his fingers are just hovering the keys but none of them are being pressed, a voice in his mind screams at him: you failed as a person! Failed failed failed!
“Baby?”
You can’t write to save your life, do you even know what is grammar- A pair warm, soft hands rubs his sides, he spins in his chair, tears already starting to pour out of his eyes, and raises his arms like a child wanting his mother to carry him.
Jongin hugs him, tight. His soothing voice whispers, “C’mon, I’ll get you a cup of coffee.”
Kyungsoo buries his head into the taller’s chest, feeling vulnerable more than usual, he walks with Jongin til his kitchen, Jongin presses a kiss on his forehead and tells him to sit while he gets their coffee. Kyungsoo, sobbing, sits on the chair. This feeling of uselessness was something he was about to forget, but it crashed onto him again, after many years. He hugs himself, biting his bottom lip to prevent himself from sobbing further, he looks at Jongin who is wearing nothing but a over-sized t-shirt with very small and baggy boxers, the younger boy is focused on making the coffee.
Kyungsoo is twenty-five now whereas Jongin is twenty-two, his brattiness is rare these days, he has become a psychologist and works at a medical university, teaching psychology; his boyfriend is not so childish like he used to be anymore, he acts like a grownup man (though, sometimes he becomes the spoiled brat he is).
“Babe,” Kyungsoo whispers, his tears now stopping as he doesn’t think about anything but Jongin. “Nini come here, please?”
Jongin turns around with a smile and cup of coffee in his hand, he walks to the elder, tilting his head in question. Kyungsoo spreads his arms, sulking, “I need another hug.”
“Aww, baby,” The psychologist chuckles. He keeps the cup on the table right behind his boyfriend and stands in the other’s arms, cradling the other’s head. “Are you okay?”
“Sort of.” Kyungsoo says, his voice muffled in Jongin’s t-shirt. Kyungsoo pulls back and smiles, a shy and soft smile. “I love you, baby.”
“I love you too, Soo. Drink your coffee before it gets cold, okay? I’ll order pizza.” Younger turns around, and Kyungsoo takes the opportunity to smack his ass, grinning when the other turns on his heels, pouting and glaring at him. “What?”
The writer laughs. “Because I can.”
“Quote, brat.”
Though finding a cute bratty ‘kid’ with cute round glasses, looking extremely adorable despite his behavior is not what he expected when he arrived at the publishing house, Kyungsoo doesn’t mind any of it, just like he doesn’t mind having his ass stuck onto the chair with a superglue.
~*~