[E18] HEARTS DON'T ONLY BEAT (2/2)

[kaisooaufest]

Prompt Code: E18
Title: Hearts Don’t Only Beat



“You’re doing great guys! ‘Love Me Right’ from the top, and then you’re free to leave.”

A grouse starts to rise in the room and Jongin smiles. He’s been instructing his own dance class for a little bit over a month and he enjoys it. His students may be complaining now, but after practice, a handful of them are always reluctant to leave. He’s noticed that lately, a few of them have been asking him to go over certain moves with them, though he knows that they emulate the steps as if they’ve choreographed them themselves.

“You’ve got quite a fan base,” Yixing comments when they’re eating lunch in the break room.

Jongin laughs and shakes his head. “I don’t. They pretty much hate me. I push them a lot and I can tell they don’t like it.”

“Are you kidding? Students started showing up for my classes early, and when I asked them why, they said it’s because they wanted to impress Kai, ‘the hot new dance teacher’.”

Jongin almost spits out his food, “No one said that. I’m barely new anymore.”

“Oh please, don’t act like you don’t know,” Baekhyun suddenly pipes from next to the microwave. If Jongin didn’t know how to handle his powers, he would’ve blinked out teleported from being so startled.

“When did you come in?”

Baekhyun makes a face, “what are you saying? I’ve been standing here heating up my food the whole time.”

“I swear that’s the quietest you’ve ever been.”

At this point Luhan is walking in with his own packed lunch, and Jongin knows it’s about to be hell now that he and Baekhyun are in the same room. To this day, Jongin still cannot believe how coincidental it is that this is the guy that his cousin is dating. Don’t get him wrong, Luhan is a cool, talented person. Jongin was pleasantly surprised when he learned that the man is Chinese considering the fact that his Korean is pretty much perfect. However, he and Baekhyun love to playfully instigate things that are meant to humiliate others, and Jongin finds that he’s often the butt of the joke. “But can I interrupt whatever you guys are talking about to bring up the fact that Mr. K-pop idol over here has got it going on for our boss?”

Yixing points at him, “I was about to mention the same thing!”

Jongin plants his face into the table and groans. “Oh, not this again,” he mumbles into the granite. “Remind me why I don’t eat lunch in my office.”

Baekhyun takes a seat next to Jongin, who is sitting across from Yixing, who is sitting next to Luhan.

“But seriously guys,” Luhan starts, “Earlier I was going over tips on how to develop resonance, with my students, and Kyungsoo walks in right? Immediately, everyone turns to look at him because he’s a damn spotlight reservoir without ever trying-”

“Or he’s the head of our department as well as the owner of this company,” Baekhyun snorts.

Luhan ignores Baekhyun and continues with his story, “So he gives some announcement about new schedules or something equally as irrelevant, and then when he asks if anyone has questions, one of my students raises her hand and goes ‘D.O. sunbaenim, is it true that you and Kai teacher-nim have a secret love affair?’”

The laughter that explodes throughout the room has Jongin reddening at the neck. “Don’t you guys think this kind of reaction is too dramatic?” Jongin frowns at Yixing, who is banging his fist on the table and stomping his feet. Baekhyun has tears in his eyes while Luhan sits back with a cocky smile as if he’s told the best joke in history.

Assholes.

“That isn’t the best part,” Luhan says, “I have never seen Kyungsoo so embarrassed before. You should’ve seen his face, he actually stutter- “

“Who’s face are we talking about today, Lu?”

Jongin feels a chill go down his spine as the volume in the room begins to die down. Kyungsoo never fails to have that effect on him. Jongin can’t see his face from where he is sitting, but he can hear the other male’s expensive shoes as he makes his way over to the table.

The other guys try to play things off, but it’s still obvious that they were making fun of their boss due to the way Baekhyun snorts into his bowl, and how hard Yixing is biting his lip to suppress his own laughter.

“I’ll see you later guys. I’ve got some choreography I need to touch up,” the other Chinese man says, packing up his stuff.

“Don’t work too hard, Yixing,” their boss urges, taking the seat the dance instructor was sitting in.

Luhan smirks. “We were talking about you, Mr. President,” he tells him, popping a grape into his mouth. “And how everyone knows that you and Kai are already half in love with each other.”

Kyungsoo looks over at Jongin which makes the younger blush and look down at his food.

God dammit Jongin. He only looked at you, get yourself together.

“Is that so?” Kyungsoo questions. He puts his elbows on the table and cradles his head in his hands, “I’d like to know more about this theory.”

Jongin wishes he could sink into the floor. It isn’t as if the CEO and the dancer haven’t established a relationship in the past month because boy they have. But it isn’t your traditional, ‘let’s have a movie date at your place that eventually leads to making out over spilled popcorn’. It’s more like some weird affair where Jongin will find himself having a nice time with Kyungsoo, until he realizes he doesn’t want that, so they’ll start bickering over some nonsensical topic which leads to them pressed into some hidden corner with Jongin on his knees, or Kyungsoo’s hand in the blonde’s pants. There also are occasional occurrences that turn out different than the encounter they had during Jongin’s “interview”. There are moments where they purposefully meet when they know they’re supposed to be somewhere else. They’ll kiss and giggle into each other’s mouths because Jongin is feeing delirious and Kyungsoo is supposed to be prudent. This scares Jongin.

“Aren’t you supposed to be busy or something?” Jongin gripes, his signature grumpy pout emerging on his face. The one he only makes for Kyungsoo. It doesn’t help that Kyungsoo smells particularly nice today. The way he’s chewing on the piece of gum in his mouth somehow makes him seem more attractive.

Kyungsoo looks at him with an expression Jongin cannot interpret before he cracks the gum in his mouth, and looks away.

Jongin doesn’t understand what he should be feeling right now.

“Look at you guys,” Baekhyun speaks up instead, “We can almost see the tension. I mean, Kyungsoo acts like some high schooler trying to court his equally smitten crush.”

“You do know that being friends with me doesn’t cancel the fact that I can fire you.”

“Whatever you say, Kyungsoo,” Luhan snickers. “I hope you remember who your hyungs are if you do.”

Jongin thinks that sometimes Kyungsoo does forget that a lot of the members of his staff are older than him. He was surprised himself during a rare moment that they were having a civil conversation, and Kyungsoo had revealed that he is only 24. That makes him a year younger than Baekhyun, and two years younger than Luhan.

“Anyway, I’ve got to go get ready for my hot date. Sehun and I are going to a concert tonight,” Luhan says, packing up his stuff. “What time do you expect him home by, mama dukes?”

The blonde sucks his teeth at him, “I don’t care as long as you bring him home properly functioning.”

It also surprised Jongin that Sehun would go for someone four years his senior- that is until he properly got to know Luhan.

“Guess he’s staying at mine then!” the vocal instructor shouts as he walks out the door. Jongin might fight him one day.

Baekhyun looks at Kyungsoo then Jongin. “Well, there’s no reason for me to be here either so… See ya!”

“Later Baek,” Jongin waves, watching the singer clean up his space and leave the room. When he turns back around, Kyungsoo is staring at him.

“I need to talk to you about something important. Come with me to my office.”

“uhh, okay.”

Kyungsoo waits patiently as Jongin picks up his stuff.

“Do they do that often?” Kyungsoo asks as they leave the breakroom.

Jongin looks at him, “Do what?”

“Tease you about me. About us.”

Jongin flushes at this. He isn’t inexperienced when it comes to romance, so he knows whatever he and Kyungsoo have, is far from that. During his most casual relationships, he was always the one to make the first and last move. That’s his way of protecting himself. It reminds him that the heart doesn’t talk, it only beats. Jongin knows that he has a certain amount of control now, namely in a discrete way that he catches Kyungsoo looking at him as if he means something. Nevertheless, the older male makes him lose all sense of awareness when he comes around. It’s like everything is Kyungsoo, and nothing else is worth the attention.

He still can’t get over the fact that he once tripped during a dance session when the owl-eyed male decided to shadow random classes one day without telling anyone. Jongin isn’t stupid. He knows he made that mistake because Kyungsoo was in the room. It was like someone had pulled a switch and his mind instantly went to the conclusion that Kyungsoo’s presence, his attention, his opinion, and everything else that comes with him is worth more than whatever surrounded them. He feels this way every time, and the only thing he can tell himself is that this is something he always does. When he burglarizes a home, he doesn’t go for money, and oftentimes, he doesn’t necessarily take what’s most valuable. He takes the things he doesn’t have yet, if they end up seeming worth it to him. Except, there is no reason for him to apply that idea to his current feelings because he doesn’t need Kyungsoo.

Or at least he doesn’t want to need him.

“Is something wrong?”

They’re close to Kyungsoo’s office and Jongin realizes he hasn’t answered his question. He rubs the back of his head. “Oh, n-no. I just caught up in my thoughts,” Jongin reassures him. “And they do it more than you believe. Recently they’ve been doing it more often because some of the students have started ‘shipping’ us, as teens say nowadays.”

Kyungsoo chuckles, “shipping? I didn’t realize we were that obvious.” Now he’s making it sound like they really are having a secret love affair.

At this point they’re at Kyungsoo’s door. As they walk in, Jongin finds the chance to change the subject. “Why are you the only one who doesn’t have your name on your door with your picture.”

Kyungsoo exhales loudly. “That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about. Remember Chanyeol?”

Jongin rolls his eyes. “How couldn’t I? He’s the reason I’m here. He used to work with you, you had a disagreement, he opened his own business, stole some of your other employees, and now you two are rivals.”

“Well, it’s a lot deeper than that,” Kyungsoo chuckles bitterly, going to stand by the window.

The other throws himself into the owner’s desk chair, spinning around in it. “What, was he in love with you or something?” he jokes.

Kyungsoo doesn’t laugh.

“Oh.”

“He’s the one who helped me start this. He’s always had this knack for composing music, and I always liked to sing, so naturally we thought this was a good idea. I still think it’s a good idea, really. It’s just that Chanyeol was harboring these feeling for me that I couldn’t reciprocate. He’s always been my best friend, so when he confessed, I could only wish that I felt the same.”

Jongin certainly hadn’t cared for Chanyeol when he was first informed about his relation to D.O.’s Performing Arts Club. He was more or less indifferent if he were to be completely honest. Now, however, it bugs him to know that Kyungsoo’s former best friend was in love with him. At the same time, he doesn’t want it to.

“So because you didn’t love him back, he betrayed you?”

Kyungsoo nods, then shakes his head. “I don’t think it’s that simple. We got into a huge argument about how he was so convinced that I gave him signs showing that I felt the same way. He and I shared this office, so I can imagine it would be a lot to handle for him to come in every day knowing I’m not in love with him.” He looks at Jongin, “At one point he got frantic, and he grabbed me. I’m not sure if it was on purpose or not, but he burned my arm. I was so angry, but also in shock, so I left and slammed the door behind me. I slammed it so hard that it fell off its hinges, broke the door frame, and shattered our name plates. The picture frame also fell of the wall and cracked, but I believe Chanyeol took the actual picture.”

“Slow down for a second. What do you mean he burned you?”

Kyungsoo walks over to his desk and takes a seat on top of it. “what do you think?”

Jongin grabs Kyungsoo’s left arm and pulls up the sleeve. The mark he noticed the first time he was in this office is still there. Since its healing, it isn’t as discernable as it used to be, but Jongin can make out the slightest imprint that follows the shape of slender fingers. “He’s one of us,” Jongin murmurs.

“Yeah,” Kyungsoo affirms softly. “I think he was stuck on the idea that I was in love with him because it just makes a lot of sense doesn’t it? Friends since high school, we knew all of each other’s secrets, we created a company together. It was just too convenient.”

“So this isn’t all you wanted to tell me, is it?”

Kyungsoo sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “He’s been threatening me.”

“Threatening you? In what way?”

“I don’t know, Kai. It’s been going on for the past few weeks and at first I felt like I could handle it because they were only personal threats about hurting me and- “

Jongin tenses, “he threatened to physically harm you? Kyungsoo, I would not hesitate to turn him in.”

“You out of all people should know that it’s not that easy.”

Kyungsoo is right, and Jongin hates that he is.

***

Jongin steps out of his bedroom and is hit by a gust of wind.

There is actual wind blowing in his living room.

“What the fuck, Sehun?”

“I’m hot,” he replies over a mouthful chips. He’s been reclining on the couch for the past three days and the only time Jongin has ever seen him get up is to go into the kitchen. At least Jongin has someone to restock the fridge and cabinets, albeit with his money anyway.

“That’s what air conditioning is for,” Jongin says, stealing his cousin’s snack. “Also, shouldn’t you be hanging out with Luhan, or getting a job or something?”

The wind in the room dies down, but Sehun decides to flick his hand in Jongin’s direction, causing the bag of potato chips to belligerently tilt. Suddenly, the older has chips and salted dust all over his shirt, crumbs making their way down to the hardwood floor. “I am the wrong person to steal things from,” he says smugly. “Furthermore, Luhan is a busy guy. And hey, I have been looking for jobs- “

“Where? In my kitchen?”

“Any who, Luhan also referred me to the place you guys work at. At least I’m not about to go rob anyone,” the younger retaliates, sizing his cousin standing in an all-black ensemble. “But that’s none of my business.” Then he pretends to sip tea out of an imaginary cup.

Jongin grimaces, “You did not just- never mind. He will never understand what goes on in his cousin’s brain no matter how the time they’ve spent around each other. “And, it’s a hobby.”

“Dancing is a hobby. Hey, fucking your boss can be a hobby. Breaking in to people’s homes on the regular isn’t, no matter how good at it you are.”

Jongin vanishes from Sehun’s sight. He reappears ten seconds later with a new shirt on and a broom with a dustpan. “Who told you about Kyungsoo.”

“Luhan, dummy.”

“I’m going to fight your boyfriend one day,” Jongin threatens. After a moment, he freezes, “And whoa wait a second, are you saying he knows about what you can do?”

Sehun sits up and arches a threaded brow, “Uh yeah? Did you not know that he has telekinesis? I thought everyone who worked at your job had powers. I wouldn’t know Luhan if I hadn’t caught him using his powers at that dance workshop I was telling you about.”

Jongin is dumbfounded to say the least.

“What?”

“Oh. I guess that’s what he meant when he said you guys never talk about it,” Sehun says, pursing his lips in thought.

Jongin releases the broom and dustpan from his grip, letting them fall haphazardly. “Clean this shit up. I’ll be back later.”

Sehun stares in disbelief as his cousin materializes from the spot he was standing in. “What did I ever do that was so wrong in life?”

***

Jongin ends up in Kyungsoo’s bedroom where the CEO is nowhere to be found. Withal, he smells something delicious coming from downstairs. When he hears the sound of a pan sizzling, the teleporter makes a trip to the kitchen.

I didn’t know Soo could cook, he thinks bitterly as he watches Kyungsoo sauté mixed vegetables. The dark-haired male is clad in plaid pajama pants and a blue t-shirt. It nettles Jongin to surmise how well the other fits in this setting.

“Why didn’t you tell me that Luhan is a telekinetic? And why didn’t you tell me that everyone we work with also has special abilities?”

Turning around, Kyungsoo doesn’t even look startled. When he realizes who it is, he goes back to tending to the food on the stove. “You haven’t visited in a while,” he says sarcastically. This is only the second time Jongin’s been here. “Since you’re here, mind going in my fridge and passing me the butter?”

“Answer my question, Kyungsoo,” Jongin orders.

He still passes him the butter.

Kyungsoo sighs, “Why would I? I’m not in the place to tell you something like that.”

“Well they somehow know about me. Plus, you told me about Chanyeol.”

“The only way they would find out about your powers is if you told them. Unless, someone caught you and they just haven’t let you know that they did. Me telling you about Chanyeol is completely different.”

Jongin folds his arms over his chest. “Okay. That doesn’t explain why everyone else at the studio coincidentally has powers.”

Kyungsoo grabs a spoon and dips it into a pan on the stove, “try this.”

Opening his mouth, Jongin lets Kyungsoo feed him. The other waits with an expectant look on his face and smiles when Jongin starts to nod his head. “It’s tasty,” the taller mumbles, mouth still puckered in a frown.

“Honestly, when I first hired you, I still didn’t completely trust you- “

“You hired me after I sucked you off.”

“You give fantastic blowjobs, sweetheart.”

Jongin’s face colors at that. He’s not sure if it’s a reaction to the dirty compliment or the pet name. Either way, it makes Jongin feel something that he doesn’t want to admit. He plays it off, deadpanning, “I’ll keep that in mind the next time I go to a job interview.”

Kyungsoo rolls his eyes. “Anyway, we all knew each other when Chanyeol and I opened the business, so I thought it was a good idea to work together too. Plus, we shared similar interests as far as artistry goes so it was like a ‘why not?’ kind of thing… That is until Chanyeol left and caused a rift which led to people quitting for me to go work with him at P.C.Y studios. The only people that work for me that aren’t like us is Seungwan and Doyoung, and they both don’t know a thing because their jobs are more perfunctory.” He stops to check something in the oven.

Jongin knows right now is a time to be serious and pretend like he’s pissed at Kyungsoo, but he can’t help his eyes as they trail over the other male’s perfectly round ass. Kyungsoo straightens up and turns off the oven and stove before giving Jongin his full attention. “I didn’t know how to fix the issue at first because I wasn’t sure if I wanted to hire a person who didn’t have the abilities that we do.”

“Isn’t having a business full of super humans a bit too risky?

Kyungsoo chuckles, “Come on, Kai. We both know the government is dumber than they make themselves out to be. We’re getting harder to find because we already know what they do to find us. I opened D.O.’s two years ago and we’re doing just fine. I think it’s good to have us all together than separated because we need each other the most.”

Jongin knows Kyungsoo is right. That’s mostly due to the fact that he’s been posing as Oh Kai for sixteen years without fail. DNA tests are easily navigable. Before Jongin knew of his powers, he wondered why his mother would make him use a medicine spray for sore throats before going to the doctor. Now every time he goes on a check-up (super humans can get sick too, okay), he uses chloraseptic spay to mess with the guanine in his spit. Conversely, a superhuman has way more white blood cells than an average person, and they also have a quicker healing time. For the annual blood test every citizen must take in order to weed out the “abnormal ones”, Jongin just indulges in foods with antioxidants and vitamin C which help lower your white blood cell count.

“You already knew what I can do, yet you said you couldn’t trust me at first. And I gave you a fantastic blowjob like you said. What’s the deal, Kyungsoo?”

“Were you not the one who tried to rob me?”

“Touché.”

Jongin frowns again. “Does that mean you still don’t trust me?”

“Of course I trust you, stupid,” Kyungsoo gibes playfully. “I guess it got to a point where it just slipped my mind to give you an official announcement on everyone’s powers. I trust you enough that I figured whenever the random instance occurred that you’d find out, it wouldn’t be a big deal.” He shakes his head, turning the stove back on to finish cooking. “I trust you so much, I think I’m going crazy.”

Instead of feeling reassured, Jongin feels shitty. Kyungsoo just admitted his assurance in him, yet the younger hasn’t given him his real name. This the first time Jongin acknowledges that all he does is play games with people and not the other way around. “Soo?”

“hmm?”

“I have to tell you something.”

Kyungsoo stops what he’s doing again. “Do I need to sit down for this?”

“It’s a pretty long story…”

So Kyungsoo gestures toward the stools sitting by a countertop and he listens as Jongin tells him everything.

“My real name is Kim Jongin…” He tells Kyungsoo about the first time he used his powers, his parents, his resentment for bungeoppang, and how he feels like there is no place where he belongs. Kyungsoo doesn’t seem bothered once. “I’m sorry for not telling you all this time, I just don’t like hearing you say you trust me after I’ve hid this from you. I understand if you’re angry.”

Kyungsoo looks at Jongin with his face set in a solicitous expression. “I guess I’m just shocked, and maybe a little hurt that you’re telling me now, but I could never be angry. Not about something like this,” he tells him earnestly. “You don’t owe me anything.”

“I think I do owe you something,” Jongin says. The pressure in the room is binding. He doesn’t care to ponder over the idea of consequences as he leans forward and presses his lips to Kyungsoo.

Kyungsoo smiles into the kiss, bringing his hand up to cup Jongin’s cheek. Their actions are languid, and Jongin could only describe it as sweet and minty when Kyungsoo’s tongue prods into his mouth, getting his first genuine taste of Kim Jongin, welcoming him, and leaving behind Kai. This is among one of the first intimate moments that didn’t engender from Jongin trying to provoke Kyungsoo into forcing him to obedience.

When Kyungsoo pulls away, just enough to take in Jongin’s eyelids tightened together and his eyebrows furrowed, it becomes the instance that Kyungsoo begins to read Jongin’s fear before Jongin has finished analyzing it himself.

“I need more, Soo,” Jongin says, opening his eyes. He can feel them watering and he doesn’t like the feeling he gets when he starts to think of all the reasons why.

Kyungsoo caresses Jongin’s cheek with his thumb, an action he does often, though this time Jongin feels like it’s the first. He chuckles, “you’re never satisfied are you?”

The blonde whimpers, and that’s the only answer Kyungsoo needs.

“I’ll make sure you never feel this way again.”

And then they’re kissing again.

Its fervent this time as Jongin’s hands skim under Kyungsoo’s shirt, fingers scouring his toned chest. Kyungsoo gasps when Jongin brushes over one of his nipples, and it is so obvious to Jongin that the other is just as vulnerable as he is. His chest is pounding and he can only endure so many sensations at one time. It’s all in consideration of the foregoing notion that whatever he’s feeling, whatever he has with Kyungsoo, is too scary to be expressed aloud. He’s been allured by the older male from the first time they met, and now its escalated into an amour that Jongin’s afraid to keep but can’t let go of.

Kyungsoo bites Jongin’s lip once before pulling away. “Bedroom,” he breathes. Jongin quietly relishes the familiar scent of persistent spearmint that seems to reside in the other’s mouth.

The next second, they’re rolling over the surface of Kyungsoo’s king sized comforter, ending with Jongin pressed under the other’s weight. Kyungsoo’s laughing and Jongin smiles, wondering if Kyungsoo also got that inexplicable feeling in his stomach. These days, Jongin finds it hard to tell the difference between when he’s teleporting and when he’s with Kyungsoo. “How was the ride?”

“Oh, it’s not over yet,” Kyungsoo teases, “How about you ride me next?”

“I don’t think you can handle me, executive.”

Kyungsoo flips them over so the younger is straddling him, “I’m durable,” he says, eyes darkening as Jongin begins to grind his hips. “I thought you knew this already?”

The older male holds on to Jongin’s waist, encouraging the drive of his hips as their clothed cocks swell against each other. The feeling sends jolts to the lower part of Jongin’s tummy, and he can’t help but lean down for another kiss. “Clothes off,” he demands afterwards, sitting up so he can pull of his own shirt.

Soon they’re both completely naked and Kyungsoo’s reaching over to one of his bedside drawers, hastily pulling out a condom and lube. He pushes Jongin down into the mattress, crawling down his body to encounter the sight of Jongin’s entrance. Coating one of his fingers, he gently circles the puckered hole before pushing it in, the tight heat making him harder at the thought of his own cock being there.

Jongin keens, his right leg bending back to plant itself onto the bed. “Are you always prepared like this?”

“Only for you,” Kyungsoo replies, pushing in another finger. He brings himself up just enough to catch the head of Jongin’s shaft in his mouth. It isn’t necessarily the first time Kyungsoo’s done this for him, but Jongin’s body warms at the thought that this is going to be the first time they take things further.

“Ahh fuck, Kyungsoo,” the younger whines, looking down as the other begins taking him in. Kyungsoo’s fingers finally start to accommodate Jongin’s prostate, causing the younger to writhe. Jongin can’t help the way his body moves in reaction to the other’s touches, however he’s not going to admit that he puts a little effort in his squirming in order to get Kyungsoo to hold him down.

And that’s exactly what Kyungsoo does after letting go of Jongin’s cock. “Fucking stay still,” he demands, effortlessly keeping his partner’s hips stationary with his free hand.

Yes, Jongin thinks. This is the Kyungsoo he knows best. He throws his head back, basking in the pleasure he’s receiving. But he wants more. Every time he gets a piece of Kyungsoo he only wants a bigger one.

“Just fuck me already, Kyungsoo,” he plaints. “I can’t wait any longer.”

The strong male releases his grasps from the other, pulling away so he can put on the condom.

Jongin sits up, one hand wrapping around Kyungsoo’s wrist while the other cups his face.

“You trust me, right?”

Kyungsoo stares at Jongin, eyes wide, slightly startled by the other’s sudden interference. “Of course I do,” he says, pecking Jongin on the lips. Jongin quickly realizes that Kyungsoo’s reverting back to the soft Kyungsoo, the one who makes Jongin’s heart commit tricks his brain tells him are not possible. He leans into him again, forcefully mashing their lips together, marring Kyungsoo’s mouth with his tongue and teeth. When they separate, a thin line of spit connects them and Jongin really might just be insane.

“So take me bare. I need it so much, Kyungsoo. I need you.”

“You just never get enough, do you?” Kyungsoo chuckles before gripping the bottom of Jongin’s thigh and sliding in. The action causes Jongin to collapse in a fit of moans, grabbing Kyungsoo’s shoulders to bring him down with him. Kyungsoo can’t help but groan, Jongin’s ass impossibly tight around his cock. He starts to rock, not giving the other a chance to adjust. Jongin likes the dull pain though. Kyungsoo’s thrusts are more than pleasurable. For Jongin, it’s because the ability to become so easily pliant under Kyungsoo’s every movement turns him on to no end.

“Harder,” Jongin pants. “Stop treating me like I’m fragile.”

Kyungsoo’s voice starts to become gruffer as he speaks. “Shit, Jongin. You feel so good around me. So… tight,” he gets out. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to control my strength if go any harder.”

“So fucking break me.”

With those words, Kyungsoo props himself up on his knees to get a better angle, and brings Jongin’s legs to rest on his shoulders. The sound of their skin slapping creates a lewd noise in the otherwise quiet master bedroom. Kyungsoo is big inside of Jongin, and his thrusts are powerful, making Jongin mewl when they finally indulge his prostate. The movement’s cause the bed to shake, the headboard clacking into the wall with every plunge Kyungsoo makes.

All Jongin wants is for this to not end.

“Mm, you take me so well,” Kyungsoo groans out. “It makes up for that rude mouth of yours.”

Jongin’s moans only get louder, squirming his hips and clenching around Kyungsoo.

“Fuck,” Kyungsoo growls, hips stuttering back and forth, sweat rolling off his back. “I’m going to come soon.”

Jongin moans again, loving to see Kyungsoo like this. Loving that he’s the one responsible. Loving to feel so full. Just by his own thoughts, and without being touched, he’s coming, soon followed by Kyungsoo. Kyungsoo rocks them through the orgasm. When they’re both too sensitive to take it anymore, he pulls out and falls beside Jongin, wrapping his arms around the other in an embrace.

Jongin loves the feeling of Kyungsoo surrounding him, except, “A little bit less muscle, please.”

“Oh right, I’m sorry.”

“S’okay,” Jongin says, lips brushing up against Kyungsoo’s collarbone. He fits his head into the crook of Kyungsoo’s neck, enfolding his arms around it as well. “That was good.”

Kyungsoo peeks down at him fondly. He runs his hand through the blonde’s hair, making Jongin purr. “I thought so too.”

Jongin only hums in response, mind already taking him to dreamland.

“I think I’m falling for you,” is the last thing Jongin hears before falling asleep.

***

When Jongin wakes up, it’s a little bit past midnight. As he stretches his body out on Kyungsoo’s massive (and impractically) comfortable bed, he wonders if Kyungsoo is ever got to eat, seeing as Jongin barged in while the other man was making himself dinner. By the mouthwatering smell that comes from downstairs, the dancer guesses he woke up at the right time.

He gets up to go pee, then (after washing his hands of course) he stands in front of the bathroom mirror, tracing the marks Kyungsoo left on his body. Jongin isn’t a masochist, but he enjoys that they’re there. It just reaffirms the fact that everything they did earlier was real. He also realizes that his bottom feels clean and free of dried cum which means Kyungsoo must have cleaned him after he fell asleep. Not humiliating at all, right?

That’s when he thinks of Kyungsoo’s confession.

‘I think I’m falling for you.’

Jongin doesn’t know what to make of it. Kyungsoo’s name itself already overwhelms him with emotion.

Little does he know, it isn’t Kyungsoo’s loving profession that he has to worry about when he makes it downstairs.

He catches sight of Kyungsoo in the kitchen again, reheating the food he was preparing earlier. He’s dressed the same way he was when Jongin first met him- a t-shirt and boxers. It’s an odd, but endearing contrast to Jongin’s briefs and naked torso. Kyungsoo is singing along to a song playing from his phone which the younger realizes is Tell Me What Is Love by Yoo Young Jin. In Jongin’s opinion, the track sounds like it was made for Kyungsoo to sing on.

Jongin leans against the counter, watching as the other man starts putting the food in bowls to eat out of. Kyungsoo almost drops a bowl of rice when he turns around and finds Jongin watching him.

“Be careful there, tough guy,” Jongin grins.

“I let a weirdo stay in my house,” Kyungsoo sighs. He starts setting the dining table. “You hungry?”

Jongin stands up straight and yawns. “Hey, you just fucked this weirdo… And yes, I am starving.”

“Language, Jongin. And go put on a shirt or something.”

Jongin laughs, disappearing then reappearing at the table with the shirt he came to Kyungsoo’s house in. “Geez you really do mean it when you talk about my mouth.”

Kyungsoo joins him and they begin eating, occasional small talk, but mostly just eating because they’re both really hungry and Jongin is an asshole who has no appreciation for meal times apparently.

“What were you doing before you came here?” Kyungsoo asks. “I mean, who told you about everyone having special abilities anyway?”

Jongin makes a face, “You know how Luhan is dating my baby cousin?”

“Baby? Jongin, isn’t he a year younger than you?”

“Trust me, he’s still a baby.”

“Well I can see where he gets it from,” Kyungsoo jokes.

Jongin pouts, “Hey!”

“And you just proved my point.”

“Anyway,” Jongin says, giving Kyungsoo his best glare. “I was on my way out. Bored and getting ready to break into another house I plotted… “

Kyungsoo stills.

“…And Sehun goes- “

“You still do that?”

Jongin cocks his head, eyes furrowing in bewilderment, “…Well, no he didn’t exactly say that but- “

Kyungsoo pushes his food away from himself, “No Jongin, that’s not what I mean. I cannot fucking believe I’m hearing this right now.”

Now Jongin is really confused because Kyungsoo is glaring at him for real, and not playfully like Jongin was a few moments ago.

“Why are you upset?”

“Why are you still breaking into other people’s houses?” Kyungsoo shakes his head. “You really do have an issue with never being satisfied.”

Jongin raises an eyebrow, this is what he’s mad about? “No offense, but what made you think I stopped?”

Kyungsoo’s mouth drops open. “First of all, I don’t know what it means when you’re saying no offense. Second of all, do you think my trust only applied to how I felt about you in regards to me? Not only are you putting your ass on the line, but you’re putting my company on the line.”

Jongin stops eating too, mirroring Kyungsoo by pushing his own bowl away. “You can’t be serious right now, Kyungsoo. I have been doing this for years, and I don’t ever get caught.”

Kyungsoo laughs sarcastically, tongue poking at the inside of his cheek, “You are unbelievable! Who the fuck are you having this conversation with right now, huh, Jongin?”

“That’s not what I meant, I- “

“But you still got caught didn’t you? You can’t stop for a second and not think about yourself for once? Take a second and think about the people who are linked to you, and that are at risk every time you decide to act like an ungrateful brat, and take something that doesn’t belong to you.”

“Oh come on, Soo,” Jongin snaps. “I think you’re blowing this a little out of proportion.”

Kyungsoo’s power may be associated with aggressiveness, but he has never been someone to be quick to anger or violent reactions. Jongin had realized this the first time he met him. Despite being pinned down and dragged around like a rag doll, Jongin left his home that night with no serious injuries. If he managed to break his office door off the hinges, then there is no doubt that he could’ve caused a lot more damage to Jongin’s body. That’s why the blonde jerks when Kyungsoo suddenly flips over the table, food splattering, and dishes shattering on the ground. He practically charges at Jongin, by some means pushing him up against a wall. “Just help me understand, yeah? You have so many people who actually care about you, kids who look up to you, and the government is against you more than they are a common criminal. Why do you think it’s necessary to put everything on the line for something like that? You’re not even poor.”

“It’s because I can,” Jongin says arrogantly. “I do what I want, and I take what I want, and you won’t stop me from doing so.” This is where Jongin regresses. Not because he wants to, but he has too. Kyungsoo can’t care about him or else he’ll doom himself more than Jongin ever will be. So that’s why Jongin musters up his signature smirk for what he says next. “You think that just because we have good sex and tell each other our sob stories, we should mean something significant to each other?”

Kyungsoo’s jaw clenches, and for the first time, Jongin sees him trying to blink black tears. He grips onto the neckline of Jongin’s shirt. “I’m fucking head over heels for you, and you’re telling me I haven’t meant a single thing to you?”

All Jongin wants to do is kiss Kyungsoo and wipe away his tears. Jongin wants to shout that Kyungsoo does mean something to him, that he’s just always been too scared to say it out loud. Jongin wants to sit down with him and talk about his feelings some more, have Kyungsoo dissect them with him and teach him how to do it right. Jongin wants to always wake up and watch Kyungsoo cook in the kitchen while singing in his underwear. Jongin wants to always fall asleep in Kyungsoo’s arms, even if Kyungsoo’s wrapped around him too tight because he doesn’t want to be let go. But that’s the thing. Jongin is meant to be let go because he wasn’t made to stay in one place. And since Jongin never knows what’s good for him, he patronizes Kyungsoo and says, “I wonder if this is how Chanyeol felt.”

“Just leave.” And just like that, Kyungsoo lets him go. His face changes into a passive expression, and he steps back. “I’ll have Yixing send you your termination letter.” He doesn’t even bother to give Jongin another look. He simply turns around, and goes back to the dining area to clean up the mess.

Jongin only feels numb as he teleports himself up to Kyungsoo’s room to put on the rest of his clothes. It’s when finds his shoes by the door of the balcony that he notices a brightness coming from the outside of the house. This is odd because for one, the glow is too striking to be an exterior light fixture, and Jongin knows it isn’t Kyungsoo’s doing because he still faintly hears the clanking of dishes on the opposite side of the house. Uneased by the suspicious light, he puts on his face mask and teleports to the outside of the house.

When he gets there, he lands clumsily, tripping over a small pile of twigs. There is a tall man with red hair standing beside Kyungsoo’s house, and Jongin immediately knows who it is considering a normal human being can’t toss a ball of fire between his hands. Thankfully, Chanyeol seems too occupied, determining what he should do with it to notice Jongin’s not so graceful appearance.

“What are you doing here?”

Chanyeol’s eyes widen, and he quickly turns to look at Jongin who is pulling himself up from the ground. “Who are you?”

“I’m a friend of Kyungsoo’s,” Jongin tells him, internally flinching at the title he’s given himself. “I’m not exactly sure what you are planning to do, but whatever existing issues you have with him don’t have to stay that way.”

“You may be right,” Chanyeol concurs, diminishing the flame in his hand. “But it’s too late for that,” he responds petulantly before pressing his hand to the side of the house. In seconds, flames creep out from under his palms and lick their way around the exterior walls and windows. Jongin stares in disbelief as Chanyeol runs off, the crazy bastard disappearing into the darkness from wherever he came from. Though he desperately wants to, there’s no point in Jongin going after him, not when Kyungsoo is still inside. At the rate the fire is spreading, the entire house will be engulfed in less than no time.

Jongin blinks into the kitchen, eyes already watering due to the amount of smoke filling the house. He is at least lucky he has his mouth mask. Kyungsoo is nowhere to be found however, and Jongin cannot see anything past the kitchen entrance. The house is too hot, and even with his special ability, the smog obscures his line of sight. There is no way he will be able to get through the dining area or living room, so he brings himself to Kyungsoo’s room, hoping that the older man wasn’t trapped somewhere downstairs.

Thankfully, he finds Kyungsoo, except he’s lying unconscious in front of his balcony door. Luckily, he can see that Kyungsoo’s chest is still moving, yet he doesn’t know how much longer that will be. The smoke is the thickest on this side of the house, and Jongin curses. His mask is becoming no match for it, coughs ousting from his throat. Of course he and Kyungsoo had to have that fight before something like this could happen.

He crouches down just as an overhead lightbulb, bursts. Shards of the bulb scatter from above, causing one of the pieces to cut into the side of his face. He barely even registers it as soon after, he notices a wedge from the ceiling beginning to break off- just above Kyungsoo’s body.

There is a line of fire separating the two that he can easily get past with his power. The biggest issue is, there isn’t much room for him to fit in the spot the other is lying in. Jongin tries not to panic as the flames seem to get close to Kyungsoo’s figure as if Chanyeol put a curse on them himself. Jongin has to think quickly, knowing that it’d be too risky to teleport just anywhere outside of the house. But his vitality is minimizing, meaning it’d be hard for him to teleport too great of a distance. He can’t wait any longer though because he’s starting to become light headed and Kyungsoo’s literally dying right in front of his eyes.

Jongin moves, teleporting himself so he’s stooping over Kyungsoo’s body in the small space they have. He’s fortunate to have jumped when he did because when he looks back at the spot he was in; all he sees is glowing rubble. He looks up and the piece of the ceiling is slowly shifting, dusts of the blaze falling onto the back of his head, neck and shoulders. He winces, but gnashes his teeth together, his only focus on saving Kyungsoo.

He can hear sirens outside as he lays himself over Kyungsoo, wrapping his arms around his body. Teleporting them outside of the house would be too risky for sure.

Kyungsoo’s skin is warm and clammy, and Jongin can feel the heat of the floor through the burnt holes in his clothing. “I’m going to get you out of here,” he murmurs from under his mask, even though the other cannot hear him.

Jongin thinks. He thinks hard about his apartment building sitting just off of Gwangalli beach. About Sehun’s lazy ass eating chips on the couch. About his restocked kitchen. About his own bedroom with the full sized bed set he brought from his old home. About all of the things he owns that don’t belong to him. Jongin thinks of anything to get them away from this place.

He can feel the similar tickling in his stomach that usually happens when he teleports. Only this time it keeps coming and going, much like the morning he teleported to his interview. It’s as if his powers are taunting him, telling him this is what he deserves for being an idiot in the first place.

So Jongin thinks harder.

He thinks about Kyungsoo himself. How much he cares about him. How much he means to him.

How much he loves him.

The ceiling falls.

***

Jongin walks into one of the small recording studios at D.O.’s Performing Arts Club. There’s music playing from inside the booth where Kyungsoo sings. Yixing is sitting on the outside, working the engineer set on the desk. Kyungsoo looks natural where he is, singing with his eyes closed despite the piece of lyric paper he holds in front of him.

“What’s up, Yixing?”

The Chinese man turns to him and smiles. “Hey. How are you feeling?”

“Physically, I feel great, thanks to you. Emotionally, I can’t say the same.” It’s been a week since the accident. Jongin managed to get he and Kyungsoo back to his apartment after all. Howbeit, they didn’t make it unscathed, especially Jongin. The burning section of the ceiling had made contact with his back just before he managed to get them to safety. The pain was so excruciating to the point that he doesn’t know how he was able to move them. When he showed up at his apartment, Sehun was shocked to say the least, accompanied by an equally startled Luhan. Luhan ended up calling Yixing over, who to Jongin’s amazement, has powers that heal. Jongin up passing out anyhow, his mind still completely drained from the stress of his own power. He woke up two days later with no reach to Kyungsoo. They haven’t spoken since their argument.

On top of that, no one even knows what happened to Chanyeol. Night patrol caught him standing outside of D.O.’s the same way Jongin found him outside of Kyungsoo’s house, tossing a ball of fire between his hands. He managed to evade the police, burn down his own company, and now the news is saying that he’s apparently fled overseas. At the moment, Jongin honestly couldn’t care less. He’s just glad the psycho is gone. It’ll be a different story if he ever has to meet him again.

Jongin watches Kyungsoo through the window, the words from the song resonating with Kyungsoo’s voice and abusing Jongin’s psyche. The song is everything Jongin ever wanted to tell Kyungsoo, and he thinks that serendipity isn’t supposed to work this way.

“He’s almost done with this session,” Yixing says. “I’ll leave so you guys can talk privately when he’s done.”

Jongin puts his hand on Yixing shoulder, squeezing it to let him know he’s grateful. “Did you compose this?”

Yixing beams proudly, “I did. It’s called ‘One and Only’. I’ve been working on it for a while and I thought Kyungsoo’s voice would be perfect for it. I didn’t like seeing him so down lately, and recording is one of his favorite things to do.”

They both realize that the song has ended and Kyungsoo is staring at them, or more accurately, Jongin. “Was that good, Yixing?” he asks, not even looking at the person he’s directing the question to.

Yixing presses the intercom button on the controls, “That was amazing. Let’s take five, I need to go to the bathroom.” He gives Jongin a thumbs up before making his way out of the room.

Kyungsoo still stands in his spot, just staring at him, so Jongin decides to go inside the booth.

“Your hair is different,” is the first thing he tells Jongin.

Jongin smiles timidly, running a hand through his dark brown hair. “I decided to dye it back to its natural color. Some of the parts got singed in the fire, so when Yixing healed me, he brought out my roots.”

Kyungsoo nods, “it looks nice.”

You look nice, Jongin thinks. Even during the rare times that the taller male gets to see him like this in a sweatshirt and skinny jeans, Kyungsoo always looks nice. “You never sent me my termination letter,” he says instead.

Kyungsoo pulls the pair of headphones from around his neck and turns around so he can hang them up. “I’m not planning too.”

“What?”

Kyungsoo faces Jongin again. “I said, I’m not planning too.” He scratches the back of his neck and sighs. “Look, I owe you okay? You almost died trying to save my life, and I can’t express how thankful I am for that. Not only that, but you were the first person to ever distract from what’s important. That’s why I wanted to kick you out of my office the day you came for the interview. Not because you broke into my house, but because I didn’t like how much you made me curious. The funniest part is, even if you don’t love me, even if you continue to put your life along with this company at risk, I’m still not willing to let go of you. Never in my life have I considered myself a fool until I met you.”

“Kyungsoo,” Jongin begins. This is his last chance to declare his feelings. He doesn’t want Kyungsoo to feel like he owes him. He doesn’t want Kyungsoo to be thankful to him, and he doesn’t want Kyungsoo to be his fool. Jongin has lied to himself all this time, his mind forcing him to believe that Kyungsoo isn’t worth it even though he always knew it’s exact opposite. He wants to tell Kyungsoo how grateful he is for him, that he’s decided to quit stealing, and how sorry he is for continuing to treat their relationship like a recreational activity. So Jongin decides to start with honesty. “I came to tell you that I’m in love with you.”

“For goodness fucking sakes, did it really have to take a near death experience for this to happen?”

Jongin and Kyungsoo both look over to see Luhan standing in front of the control pad, along with Baekhyun, Yixing, and-

“Okay, I can’t even pretend to be surprised by the fact that you guys are here, but what are you doing here, Sehun?”

Sehun makes a noise of indigence. “Wow okay, I’m here for my interview, and you can’t even be a little happy for me? I mean, it’s not like I’m not going to get the job. You guys are too dysfunctional not to hire me. Plus, Yixing is too nice.”

Baekhyun laughs at this, and Yixing only shrugs his shoulder, adding an, “it’s true.” Jongin could throw up at the sight of Luhan looking at his cousin with stars in his eyes because what did Sehun do to attract him? But then Jongin catches Kyungsoo giving him that look only reserved for him and he decides that he’ll probably just melt instead.

“Do you really mean that?” Kyungsoo asks.

“I-,”

“JONGIN AND KYUNGSOO SITTING IN A TREE, K-I-S-S-I-N-G.” This time it’s Baekhyun, and before Jongin lets anyone else get out another word, he grabs Kyungsoo’s hand and gets them the fuck out of there.

***

*6 months later*

“Soo?”

“Yeah?”

“I think what we have is more than love. There’s no way we weren’t made for each other.”

They’re both sitting on the couch in their new home, watching some corny, romantic drama on the TV. Jongin left his old apartment to Sehun so he could move into a new house with Kyungsoo, essentially starting a life with him. He has spent most of the show unashamedly staring at Kyungsoo because one, Kyungsoo’s new haircut suits him very well, and two, its Kyungsoo, duh.

“Don’t you think every couple in love feels that way?” Kyungsoo replies, paying attention as the female lead slams the door in her love interest’s face.

Jongin lays his head in the other’s lap, “Yeah but we’re special,” he affirms.

“Just a few months ago you were afraid to tell people that you cared about them, and now you’re calling us special. You’re cheesy, but I’m proud of you,” Kyungsoo says, threading his fingers through the younger’s hair.

Jongin adjusts his position so he’s facing upwards, peering up at the love of his life. “You’re never allowed to let go of me, got it?”

Kyungsoo leans down to kiss him on the forehead, “Trust me, that’s never happening.”

And these are the moments where Jongin’s heart starts to scream and swell in chest, beating just a little faster than its supposed to. Kyungsoo still makes Jongin feel like he’s crazy, but that’s alright because Jongin’s brain was never reliable to begin with. Not until Kyungsoo started to fix it. He showed Jongin that no one was meant to be able to brace themselves for every time they fall. Because love doesn’t tell you it’s coming in the first place, and it isn’t possible to make adjustments to that rule. Jongin understands that everyone belongs somewhere, and that doesn’t mean in only one place. There are so many places where Jongin fits.

He fits in a picture frame with Sehun and the family that raised him.

In the dance studio with his students.

In the break room with all of his loud and caring friends.

It’s he and Yixing staying in the afterhours at work, coming up with new choreography.

But most importantly, there’s a place for him in Kyungsoo’s arms at night when he’s holding him just a little bit too tight. In the end, all of those things come together to form one locus, meaning that Jongin doesn’t always have to be on the move.

In the end, Jongin stops looking for more because everything he needs is right at his fingertips.