Everlasting #39: Romantic In Theory
Title: Romantic In Theory
Other Pairings: SeXing
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 7.5k
Warnings: Swearing, some crack, weird fluff, awkward dating, crustacean murder and consumption, smut
Summary: Kyungsoo moves back home after college and stops to watch street dancers perform one day.
Author's Note: The prompt for this was so cute. It also turned out to be so hard to write? I feel awkward just writing fluff, and the deadline made me kind of scramble, but I hope you like it! Rejected title: Love Lobsters or Failed Fight Night
The street dancers have improved a lot in recent years. Kyungsoo actually stops to admire them, watching the two main dancers perform a complicated sequence in perfect synchronization. He records a few seconds of the routine and sends it to Sehun, getting a swift reply of “omfg wait is that exo????”
“sure” and “how tf am I supposed to know,” Kyungsoo sends back in response. The crowd had grown even larger since he arrived. Vaguely, he remembers when he used to watch street performers at this very intersection, back in high school with his friends, daydreaming about becoming idols. They were definitely amateurs compared to these guys.
“I think that's kai and lay from exo omg go get selcas with them for me”
Dammit, Sehun. “come get them yourself I'm hungry” What even is an exo.
The music ends with a grand finale of some complex gyrations and body rolls. It’s more flirtatious than overtly sexual and the crowd roars, hungry for more, with a fair share of the audience crying for their oppas to keep going. Kyungsoo claps along as he tries to edge his way out to the empty sidewalk. Finally breaking free, he walks down the street to one of his favorite restaurants that has managed to survive the four years he’s been away for university.
Kyungsoo is standing in line, minding his own business, when he picks up the following exchange:
“Dude, at least be subtle about it.”
“Shut up, I wasn't doing anything.”
“So you weren't checking out that guy’s ass for the last five minutes?”
“We haven't even been standing here for five minutes.”
What ass? Where? Kyungsoo wants to appreciate a fine ass too. But all the way up to the cashier in front of him was a row of women with exception of one guy who had absolutely no butt to speak of, and an older gentleman who definitely had melting grandpa butt. He tries to subtly turn back to see where the pervs behind him were looking, only to have one of them lock eyes with him for a split second before panicking and turning his gaze down toward his feet.
Wait.
First off, he recognized these two. They were the dancers from earlier whom Sehun was fanboying over. But secondly, and more pertinent...
His ass? Were they checking him out? Or, well, one of them anyway? But which one? The line moves forward and Kyungsoo hurriedly steps up, feeling self-conscious now.
Someone clears their throat loudly behind him, with another voice squeaking a quiet “don't" before Kyungsoo feels a tap on his shoulder.
The shorter of the two flashes him a mischievous grin when Kyungsoo turns around. “Hey, did you see us perform around the corner earlier?” The taller one quickly pushes his friend in the chest and steps between them. Wow, so they're hot as hell up close, even in sweats and matching tank tops advertising-ohh, EXO Dance Studio. Well, Sehun's got good taste at least.
“Sorry,” Guy 2 says, his cheeks warming to a lovely shade of peachy-pink. Kyungsoo recognizes the voice: this one was the butt-looker. “My friend has issues with social protocol for standing in line. So sorry to bother you.”
“Versus staring at people's butts?” Kyungsoo asks.
Guy 2's eyes widen as Guy 1 cackles gleefully. “I wasn't!” he says, although Kyungsoo isn't sure who he's possibly trying to fool. His face must have matched his thoughts, because the guy looks away guiltily. “I mean, I wasn't staring,” he mumbles.
“He was,” goads Guy 1. “He totally was. Get 'im.” He takes an elbow to the bicep this time as Guy 2 tries to shove him back and further away.
Kyungsoo glances back and forth between them, keeping his face neutral. Guy 2 rubs his face, looking like he wants the ground to open up and swallow him whole. “Sorry,” Guy 2 says again, wearing an odd balance of apologetic and embarrassed, like a puppy caught in the act. “I'm not a pervert, I swear.”
“That's a shame,” Kyungsoo says, turning back around and walking forward a couple steps as the line advances again. He can hear Guy 1 wheezing from laughter behind him.
He's almost to the counter when Guy 2 steps closer to try again, “You have a really nice voice, by the way.”
“To go with my ass?” Kyungsoo asks, lifting his brows and looking at him from the corner of his eye.
Guy 2 gets very easily flustered. Precious. He fumbles over words for almost a minute before looking defeated. “I was just trying- You said- ...I am so confused right now.”
Kyungsoo looks away to hide his smile. The guy stays quiet until it’s Kyungsoo’s turn to order.
“Can I pay for your meal?” Guy 2 asks, stepping up to the counter alongside him. “As an apology. And I, uh, if you want, you can sit with us? But you don’t have to? No pressure?”
“What if I want the whole menu?” Kyungsoo challenges, raising an eyebrow again, one side of his lips curling up into a smirk.
The guy rubs the back of his neck and glances nervously at the menu board. “Umm...could I maybe at least get your number too then?”
“Man, how are you this hot and have such weak game?” the cashier asks, shaking his head. “Such a waste.”
“Hey, not to barge in,” says Guy 1 as he totally barges in between them. “But Jongin’s a huge cheapass and actually still owes me money, so can I piggyback on his free food offer? I always wanted to know what it’d be like to order guac.”
Kyungsoo watches the two friends bicker, thoroughly amused at the scene unfolding. “Wait,” he says, interrupting the fight. They both turn to look at him expectantly. “I thought your names were like Lai and Kay or something.”
Jongin, if that was even his name, opens his mouth to answer, but the cashier beats him to the punch. “Look dudes, this line’s about to reach the door, so can somebody just order and pay already. And if you’re gonna go jerk each other off later, can you at least use the women’s room or something? Because I have to clean the men’s room tonight.”
“That didn’t make things awkward or anything,” Kyungsoo says after a heavy pause. “Give me a chicken bowl and a Sprite.” He has his own wallet out and ready when the cashier rings him up, swiping his card before Jongin can and stepping over to the pickup line.
A minute later, the dance duo is behind him again to wait for their orders. Jongin juts his lip out at Kyungsoo. “Why didn’t you let me pay?” he asks, maintaining the pout the entire time.
“I’m Lay, by the way, to continue our conversation from earlier,” apparently-Lay says, bumping his shoulder into his friend. “This whiny baby is Kai. Those are just our stage names. My real name’s Yixing. His is Jongin.”
“Cool.” Kyungsoo deadpans.
“My friend thinks you’re hot,” Yixing continues.
“Yeah, I suspected that.”
“Is it because you like me better?” Yixing asks cheekily, his eyes twinkling as he gives Kyungsoo a dimpled grin.
“No, I like taller guys actually,” Kyungsoo says, eyeing Jongin up appreciatively. “With thick lips and bottle blonde hair.”
The latter still hasn't recovered from his bewildered look earlier. “Are you messing with me?” he asks.
“Who, me?” Kyungsoo says, widening his eyes innocently. “I’m just waiting in line for my food and then you two started talking to me.”
“I honestly have no clue if you are okay with us talking to you or not,” Jongin mutters.
Kyungsoo makes a noncommittal hum and shrugs casually before turning back around.
“Can I get your number?” Jongin persists after several seconds.
“What if I had a boyfriend already?” Kyungsoo asks.
Jongin looks a bit distraught at the possibility. “Well...if you’re single,” he prefaces. “Since you’re kind of flirting with me...I think. Can I get your number?”
“Why?”
“I-” Jongin’s mouth flaps uselessly for a moment. “So I can text you? To ask you out on a date?”
Kyungsoo cants his head to the side. “So you’re going to ask me for my number...so you can text me later...and then eventually ask me to go on a date with you?” he drawls out.
“Will you go out with me?” Jongin rushes out, making another frustrated little pout afterward.
Kyungsoo looks on, amused at the reaction.
“It’d be a date unlike any other you’ve ever been on,” Jongin promises.
“That’s a hefty declaration,” Kyungsoo says, looking doubtful.
“I can deliver,” Jongin says confidently.
Kyungsoo purses his lips thoughtfully. “Do I want to go on a date with someone who creeps on people in fast food restaurants though…”
“Something tells me that’s kind of your type,” Jongin says, prompting a laugh from Kyungsoo as he reaches the counter again and pulls the plastic box and soda toward him.
“Hmm,” he says, chewing on the inside of his cheek. “‘Unlike any other,’ you say?”
“Guaranteed, your money back if it’s not the most memorable date you’ve ever been on,” Jongin quips, flashing a bright smile.
“When?”
“Right now?”
“I’m busy,” Kyungsoo says, holding the box up at him.
“Tonight? Seven?”
He narrows his eyes at Jongin. Behind them, Yixing chants in whispers, “Do it! Do it!” Kyungsoo balances his soda and meal in one arm as he fishes his phone out of his pocket, swiping to the new contact screen and holding it out for Jongin.
“Number and I need both of you to take a selca for my friend. He’s a fan.”
Jongin types his number in and looks up. “Did you just scam your way into a date? Like you’re really a fanboy and just wanted to fuck with us?”
“Oh honey, it’s really hard not to fuck with you,” Kyungsoo answers, watching them huddle and throw matching Vs as Jongin snaps a picture and hands it back. “But no, I’m not.”
“So I’ll see you tonight?” Jongin confirms.
“He puts out on the first date!” Yixing chimes in helpfully.
Jongin takes in Kyungsoo’s tickled expression and blushes furiously, looking thoroughly scandalized. “I do not!”
“Well, damn. Now I don’t know if I should then,” Kyungsoo says before turning around and leaving.
-
Oops
Hi
Are you the not-fanboy???
I totally forgot to ask for your name
I was scared you weren’t going to txt me
I got sidetracked and just remembered
Well when someone promises a date unlike any other, i kind of have to call them out on it
Can’t just let something like that slide
So where should I pick you up?
Hmmm do i want you to know where i live though
If it makes you feel any better i’m like local famous, so i can’t really get into scandals like stalking
Or murder
Nice humblebrag
I don’t think that even crossed my mind until you said it and now i’m worried
I promise i won’t murder you
Spoken like a seasoned serial killer
More like marinated
Snort
And i’ve been known to take down entire bowls of fruit loops
You think you’re cute, don’t you?
Well the question is if YOU think i’m cute
That IS the question
Alrighty my address is ////////////////////
I’ll be there in 10
And what’s your name?
Oh no, you’re gonna have to earn that
-
Kyungsoo’s lip curls up at the smell of fish carcasses chilling on ice. He looks over at Jongin with furrowed brows. “Are you high?”
“No, listen,” Jongin says, holding his hands up anxiously. “Just...give me a second.”
And then Kyungsoo's standing by himself at the outdoor seafood market while Jongin has an animated discussion with the fishmonger, who shakes her head and glares at him until she finally relents and waves him over to the other side of the big tank. Kyungsoo ponders if maybe he should try to make a break for it.
He can see Jongin behind the tank, pointing at something in it, and then Jongin comes back holding a small piece of paper in his hand, looking triumphant. He doesn’t offer any explanation though, and stands by Kyungsoo’s side, waiting.
The woman comes around the front of the tank and scales a step stool. Two lobsters are tossed out of the tank and sent flying into a smaller tank near them, causing Kyungsoo to jump back suddenly at the splashes. She gives them an amused look and goes back to yelling on the other side of her stand.
Apparently, that’s Jongin’s cue to walk up to the little tank. “Welcome to Fight Night!” he announces, his voice exaggeratedly dramatic and deep as he gestures to the right side. “In this corner, weighing in at-” Jongin stops momentarily and looks down at what is apparently a receipt. “-one pound, four ounces, is Butters, the reigning champ of the ring.” He makes a very grandiose flourish as he twirls to the other side, holding his fist to his mouth like an imaginary microphone. “And in this corner, clocking in at...one pound, five ounces, the challenger ascending through the ranks and coming for the throne is crowd-favorite, Clawdiuuuuuus!” And then he feigns an audience roaring.
Kyungsoo looks down at the lobsters in the tank. Their claws were still held in wide blue rubber bands. He looks up at Jongin, who seems to have just realized the same thing.
“Oh,” Jongin says, frowning at the tank. “Huh. Well, they didn’t tie up the mini lobsters, so I thought-”
“Mini lobsters?”
Jongin points over to the cardboard box next to them.
“The…crayfish?” The first date Kyungsoo’s been on since college, and it’s with a loon.
“I thought they were baby lobsters,” Jongin mutters, glancing back for the fishmonger, who was busy butchering a sizeable catfish. He turns back with a grimace. “Umm…”
“What are you doing…” Kyungsoo asks slowly, watching Jongin roll up his sleeves.
Jongin answers by plunging his hands into the water, only to shout in retreat when one of the lobsters hits his hand with a closed claw. Kyungsoo waves him off when he looks like he’s considering attempting it again. “Stop, stop, stop,” he wheezes out as he laughs. “I don’t know what you’re trying to do, but oh my god, stop.”
“I was going to free them, but Clawdius tried to attack me,” Jongin says, a whine in his voice as he shakes the water off his hands.
“I thought that one was Butters,” Kyungsoo says.
“I don’t know, honestly,” Jongin admits. “I was going to go with Mr. Krabs and Dr. Zoidberg, but that wouldn’t really sound as fighter-y.”
“Because Butters is a badass name,” Kyungsoo says skeptically.
“It is!”
Kyungsoo giggles, walking over and braving the woman’s ire to sneak a paper bag back to the small tank. “Here,” he says, holding it out. “Just put them in here and let’s go.”
“But this was supposed to be fight night…”
“If I’m going to watch lobsters die, I wanna be able to eat them, and I’m pretty sure that unless they’re frozen, you have to kill them just before you cook them.”
Jongin’s mouth drops. “You would eat Butters?” he asks with a horrified expression.
“With salt, pepper, and a squeeze of lime,” Kyungsoo answers with a grin. “Now bag ‘em.”
“Coffee would’ve been a more...normal date, by the way,” Kyungsoo says later as they walk along the waterfront, the heavy bag swinging between them, the lobsters occasionally rustling the brown paper. Jongin scrunches up his face in response. “What, don’t like coffee?” Kyungsoo asks.
“I’d rather drink piss.”
“Well, that’s a kink that I don’t know if I’m willing to head into just yet.”
Jongin stops and flails. “That’s not what I meant!” he sputters. “I meant like...Bear Grylls...survival kind of...oh my god.”
Kyungsoo snickers. “I’m joking.”
“I didn’t want to take you on a normal date…” Jongin continues whining. “It was supposed to be cool, watching lobsters fight.”
“In theory, I guess,” Kyungsoo explains. “This sounds like something you’d see on Tumblr or Reddit or something.”
“Yeah…” Jongin says sadly.
Kyungsoo chews on his bottom lip, watching Jongin in silence for a couple of steps. “It was definitely a date unlike any other though…” Jongin looks over at him. “Definitely memorable, so you pass.”
“I passed Go? I can collect $200?” Jongin asks, a small smile on his lips.
Kyungsoo quirks an eyebrow. “Is that code for asking if you’re getting laid?”
Jongin sputters for a moment. “No! It was a joke...a dumb joke…” He juts his lip out as Kyungsoo laughs at him again.
“What?” Kyungsoo asks a bit later, still grinning so much his mouth was starting to ache.
“You are beautiful,” Jongin says, looking at him in awe. “Especially when you smile. And I still don’t even know your name.”
“Kyungsoo,” he offers, looking down at his feet.
“Kyungsoo,” Jongin echoes, testing it out, his eyes crinkling up at the corners. “Did I earn that?”
Now he feels all dumb, like he’s smiling just because Jongin likes when he smiles, but it seems impossible to stop. “Maybe,” Kyungsoo says as he resumes walking.
They eventually make their way down to the tiny strip of beach, where Jongin starts a small, most likely illegal, bonfire. Kyungsoo hasn’t been to the beach here since middle school. He hasn’t looked at his phone, but it was late into the afternoon when Jongin picked him up, and the sky is fully dark by now, stars twinkling overhead. Kyungsoo’s just going to have to accept that his face is going to stay this way, aching cheeks and all.
The fire is about to dwindle down into embers again, but they’ve run out of things to burn. But Jongin is in the middle of telling a story about when he split his pants right down the middle while recording some new choreography, and Kyungsoo is barking laughs along like a seal to the point of tears.
“So that’s the trick then,” Jongin says once the embers have turned into ash and they’ve extinguished it with cupped hands of water, trickling out between their palms as they run back and forth to the ocean.
“Trick to what?” Kyungsoo asks, flicking the remaining droplets at him.
“To you letting me live,” Jongin says, his eyes twinkling. “I just have to make you laugh.”
Kyungsoo gives him a weak shove, leaving behind a wet handprint on his shirt. “You make me sound evil. That was super light torture and you deserved it.”
“For admiring art?” Jongin smirks, dodging out of the way as Kyungsoo kicks sand at him.
“For perving,” Kyungsoo corrects.
“You’re the pervert,” Jongin argues. “Don’t even try to switch that on me, when we both know it.”
“Do you think that just because you make me laugh,” Kyungsoo says, giggling and chasing after him as Jongin takes off. “That I’m all docile and you can just attack me like this?”
“Yes?” Jongin says, making his voice high and all cute. He licks over his lower lip and looks back at the paper bag still by their now-extinguished fire. “I’ll go grab the lobsters.” He turns to jog over to it, but Kyungsoo catches him by the bottom hem of his shirt and tugs him back. Their eyes meet for a second before Kyungsoo pulls him down and their lips touch.
It would’ve been a sweet first kiss. Jongin’s lips were slightly chapped, but he more than made up for it with teasing presses and nibbles, one hand cradling the back of Kyungsoo’s head, the other cupping the side of his face. Kyungsoo keeps one hand on his neck, the other hanging off of one of Jongin’s broad shoulders. Nearly making out under a full moon, on the beach, by a fire. It would’ve been a sweet first kiss, but Kyungsoo clamps his teeth down just enough on Jongin’s bottom lip that it snags for a moment before flicking free. He feels a thrill go through his body as he watches Jongin’s eyes darken, breath growing heavier, leaning forward again and resting his forehead against Kyungsoo’s.
“Like I said,” Jongin murmurs, low and silky. “Pervert.” Somehow the snicker he lets out as Kyungsoo lightly smacks his shoulder is shrill in contrast, followed by the half-skip, half-jog back to retrieve the paper bag.
The walk back to Jongin’s car was over too fast. The backs of their hands kept grazing each other until Jongin just slid his fingers in between Kyungsoo’s, hands linked together by their knuckles. It was sickeningly cute, and if Kyungsoo had seen other couples doing it, he’d be rolling his eyes so hard. Instead, he sits in Jongin’s car as they drive back, wondering how to recreate it again. But Jongin drives a damn stick shift, so both his hands are occupied.
The drive home ends too fast as well. A drizzle starts once they’re a block from Kyungsoo’s house, so he tells Jongin to stay in the car as they pull up. The kiss this time is slow and sweet, until the lobsters start rustling loudly in the backseat, jolting them out of the moment.
“So I think that this merits a second date,” Jongin says, giving him a cheeky smile.
Kyungsoo raises his eyebrows as he opens the door, flashing his own grin. “We’ll see about that.”
-
So I think i’m gonna rename them
To mr krabs and dr zoidberg?
No
I’m thinking bobster the lobster, top mobster of seoul’s fiercest crustacean gangs
And…………..i’m blanking on the second
Are you seriously going to keep them?
Like as pets?
I don’t think i can, apparently they need like...things….to survive
But they’re chilling on wet newspapers right now, and apparently that’s ok for short term
Sebastian
From the little mermaid?
………...maybe
Disney nerd!!!!!
I knew it!
But i think he was a crab though
A FICTIONAL crab in a magical universe, so in real life,
he could totally just be a lobster trying to pay bills and get his acting career off the ground
You are so many tiers of extra
-
Jongin lives a block away from the EXO dance studio in a cramped little apartment that he shares with a roommate who he insists he’ll keep away from Kyungsoo for as long as possible, for undisclosed reasons. Which only sounds extremely suspicious, but Jongin’s not budging on giving answers. It hasn’t even been twenty-four hours since they last saw each other. But Jongin was threatening to cook for him, and Kyungsoo felt a true disturbance in the Force, so here they are.
“Why did you cut their bands off?” Kyungsoo asks, his legs crossed under him as he balances on the kitchen stool.
“I wanted them to be comfortable,” Jongin whines from his perch on the other stool, nursing a bright red welt on the back of his right hand. “I didn’t think they would turn on me.”
“I’m pretty sure they know you’re about to eat them,” Kyungsoo says, biting down a smile. “Which one’s which?”
Jongin points to the one in the living room. “That one’s Sebastian.” He leans to the side and points down at the one stalking the kitchen for ankles. “And this one’s Pinchy the Asshole.”
“What happened to ‘Mobster Lobster’?” Kyungsoo asks.
Jongin waves his hand at Kyungsoo, brandishing the bruise. “He’s an asshole.”
Kyungsoo giggles. “Do you need me to kiss and make it better?” he says in a mocking, pouty voice.
“Yes,” Jongin says quickly.
Kyungsoo snorts loudly, kissing his fingertips and slapping Jongin’s hand with them. “There.”
“I kinda just want to set them free,” Jongin says quietly. “I feel bad now.”
“This whole area’s full of lobster traps. The moment you let go of them on the beach, someone’s gonna run up before they even get underwater to snatch them up.” Kyungsoo steps off the stool carefully and keeps his eyes on Pinchy. “They’re gonna be somebody’s meal. Might as well be ours, since you paid for them.”
“They’re immortal,” Jongin says, his eyes going wide. “I looked it up last night. They’re like, immortal and can possibly live forever, but we boil them and dunk them in butter instead.”
“And that sounds delicious,” Kyungsoo says as he checks the pot to see if the water has boiled yet. “Now go hide in the living room.”
“Why?”
“Because they scream when you cook them, and you seem like you might cry if you hear it.”
Jongin blanches.
“Go,” Kyungsoo repeats, making shooing motions with his hands.
“Does that not bother you?” Jongin asks, his voice squeaking as Kyungsoo searches for tongs.
“It would,” he answers. “But I eat lobster at restaurants and at home. That’s how they’re always cooked. It’d be hypocritical to be horrified at cooking these particular guys but still keep eating them elsewhere. And I’m gonna eat them elsewhere too. So I’m over it.”
“Well, that makes sense, I guess,” Jongin says sulkily. “I’ll stay here.”
“Oh no, you won’t,” Kyungsoo says, snapping the tongs at him. “I don’t need a tough guy act and then you get too traumatized to eat later. I’m serious. Go.”
He was almost tempted to just let Jongin stay just to get it over with. It takes several more tries to get Jongin to leave, even after Kyungsoo explains that the lobsters aren't really screaming and it's just gases escaping their shells. And then when Kyungsoo went into the living room to get Sebastian, Jongin got all sentimental about all the good times he and the lobster had together in the last not-even-twenty-four hours, suggesting that maybe they can just open the door and let him go free down the hall, as if that was somehow a better option.
“It's not even on your conscience, it's on mine,” Kyungsoo says later as they sit across from each other at the little dining table. He had even cleared all the meat out of the shells, taken the rest of the evidence out to the dumpster, and was finally able to enjoy his hard work, but Jongin just sat there, looking miserably down at his plate.
“It smells so good but I feel so bad,” he mopes.
“So in retrospect, I think naming them was a terrible idea,” Kyungsoo says, chewing on a bite. “You get attached.”
“It was supposed to be funny,” Jongin says, poking at his rice. “But she made me buy them if I wanted to move them over to the little tank…” He finally takes a bite, pouting as he chews. “Crap, this is so good. Dammit, I really like lobster.”
“That’s probably Pinchy the Asshole then,” Kyungsoo says. “Revenge is sweet, or so I hear.”
Jongin barks out a laugh before clapping his hands over his mouth, peeking at Kyungsoo over his fingers. “That is messed up,” he says, voice muffled.
“Messed up would’ve been letting it suffocate somewhere, as long as you didn’t have to see it,” Kyungsoo says.
Jongin flinches. “Damn. That’s true...and savage.”
“I guess it was a bit,” Kyungsoo says. “I’m making up for it with food, aren’t I?”
Jongin takes in a deep breath and exhales slowly. “It’s really good food too.”
“I think I was supposed to leave like five minutes ago,” Kyungsoo mumbles into Jongin’s mouth as he backs himself up against the door. Jongin hums absently in acknowledgment, hands growing bolder as they slide from Kyungsoo’s waist down to his hips, thumbs pressing in. “I’m serious,” he says, pulling Jongin closer. “It’s getting dark and I can’t see well at night.”
“You could stay…” Jongin offers, tilting his head and dropping butterfly kisses down Kyungsoo’s neck.
“I’ve been here all day…” Kyungsoo answers breathlessly, leaning his head back against the door. “We’ve just been watching tv and-ohh...and you don’t make a move until now?” His back arches as Jongin attaches his mouth on a particularly sensitive spot right above Kyungsoo’s collarbone.
“I had to recover from the Red Wedding rehearsal dinner earlier,” Jongin says, nipping at Kyungsoo’s bottom lip after.
Kyungsoo snorts and pushes him away playfully. “You’re so dramatic. You’re lucky you’re hot.”
“So you think I’m hot?”
“When are you gonna dance for me?” Kyungsoo asks, sticking his fingers through the belt loops on Jongin’s jeans and pulling him forward again until their hips touch. “Mr. Locally Famous Professional Choreographer?”
“You said you already saw me dance yesterday…” Jongin says, getting handsy again.
Kyungsoo can feel something pushing against his thigh and smirks, rubbing his leg up against it. “I didn’t know you at the time. I don’t remember it very well. It was just cool looking.”
“Are you really leaving…” Jongin asks, planting teasing kisses all around Kyungsoo’s lips and moving out of the way when he tries to make contact.
“Have to,” Kyungsoo moans as Jongin rolls his hips forward. “Have to protect your reputation. Can’t have you putting out until at least like fifth date or something respectable like that.”
Jongin pulls back to give him a look. “Fifth?”
“Too soon?” Kyungsoo asks, smirking. “Seventh maybe?”
“Or second?” Jongin tries in a little voice. “Or just stay the night...we don’t have to do anything...I don’t want you to go yet.”
“I sleep naked.”
Jongin swallows heavily and worries his lower lip. “I’d be okay with that.”
“Would you?” Kyungsoo asks.
“Mmhmm.”
“Such an accommodating host.”
“I'm teaching a class tomorrow. Come by after?” Jongin asks. “I’ll show you something new I’ve been working on.”
“I feel like this is a trap,” Kyungsoo says, playing with the belt loops on Jongin's jeans again.
“It is.”
-
hi I want to suck your dick
good morning to you too
I want your babies in me
I won't shut up about you
Oh fist me daddy
I wanna gargle on your man meat
Jack me with that rabbit
send dick pics
kkkm
since you asked so nicely
SORRY THAT WASNT ME THAY WAS TAEMIN
MY ROOMMATE
WILL YOU BE MY ALIBI PLEASE
well again, since you asked so nicely
Wait what
this is why you're never gonna meet him
omg
he sounds fun
he's dead to me
I didn't realize you had to be up so early I would've hung up on you way sooner
:((
But I like talking to you
Can’t talk to me if you can’t stay awake dummy
-
“You look like such a meathead,” Kyungsoo says with a big grin, pulling at the edge of one of the giant holes cut out of the sides of Jongin’s EXO-branded tank top. Kyungsoo grazes his knuckles over Jongin's abs, feeling him flex them, biting his own lip after. “This is cheating...”
“Behave, pervert,” Jongin says, happy to let Kyungsoo expose more of his golden skin, covered in a sheen of sweat from the class. Kyungsoo is afraid. Jongin’s virtue is very much at risk right now...more so than usual. Curiosity got the better of him and he showed up way earlier to watch Jongin’s class, letting Sehun tag along with him for company. Jongin is mesmerizing when he dances, even when it’s in short bursts to break down sections of the choreography.
“I’m just ahh...admiring the art,” Kyungsoo says, using Jongin’s phrase from the first night on the beach. He gets a cackle in return.
“Where’s your friend?” Jongin asks, pulling Kyungsoo closer.
“He’s off exploring the building. He always wanted to come here.”
“You know we’re open to the public, right? We have beginner classes too.”
“Yeah, but apparently a couple of years ago, someone here tried to hand him a flyer while he was eating tteokbokki, and he panicked and ran off, so he’s been embarrassed to come back since,” Kyungsoo says with a shrug.
“If it was Taemin, I’d totally understand actually. I’d run away from him too.”
“You know there are mirrors on this side too, right? I can see you looking at my butt.”
“Mm,” Jongin hums absently, pouting as Kyungsoo pushes him away.
“You promised me a dance,” Kyungsoo reminds him.
Jongin has a surreal way of moving his body when he dances. It’s like a switch turns on and he becomes a machine; elegant, precise, and powerful. This dance is levels above the one he did for the public days ago, and with an audience of one, he definitely amps up the smoky looks and cocky smirks. Kyungsoo is still sitting in a daze when the music clip ends and Jongin walks back over to him. “Did you like it?” he asks, catching his breath.
There was perspiration beading all over his forehead, his hair damp. His shirt is dark from sweat and clinging to his body. This is totally how he would look after climax...
“Kyungsoo?” Jongin is smirking.
“It was nice,” Kyungsoo says, still staring.
“'Nice’?”
Kyungsoo really wants to see that hip rolling move again. He barely got to appreciate it earlier, with Jongin biting his lip and making lewd faces during it. “It was okay,” he says, his voice husky and low.
Jongin giggles and leads them out of the room and down the hall. “I’m gonna shower really quick. You coming?”
“Did you just invite me to shower sex at your job?” Kyungsoo asks.
“Nope,” Jongin says, popping the ‘p’ at the end. “But the showers are here and my office is upstairs, so you could...wait for me here or...explore...or…”
“Uh huh,” says Kyungsoo. Judging by the sly grin on Jongin’s face, he didn’t expect Kyungsoo to buy that for a second. They walk into the showers to the sound of high-pitched moans coming from one of the stalls, punctuated by loud, wet slaps echoing off the walls as the water hits the floor, providing background music.
Jongin recovers first, whispering a quick “oh shit” and hurriedly pulling Kyungsoo out of the room with bugged-out eyes, his hand clapped over his mouth. Kyungsoo has to lean on him, snickering until he runs out of air and is practically wheezing.
“Is this like the hook-up hotspot or something?” Kyungsoo hisses, wiping away his tears.
“No!” Jongin says, still covering his mouth. “Oh my god, I've never seen-...holy crap.” They stand in the hallway in silence for another minute. “I still need to shower…”
Kyungsoo raises an eyebrow and sweeps his hand toward the bathroom door. “Might be a bit awkward.”
“No! Like...I was just gonna walk home and shower there...I don't think I can ever shower here again.”
“I need to grab Sehun,” Kyungsoo says.
Five minutes later, Sehun is still nowhere in sight. He's also not answering his phone. Kyungsoo's convinced that he wouldn't have just left though. They turn the corner down to the first hallway again, and Jongin nearly collides with him.
“There you are!” Sehun says, smiling brightly at Kyungsoo.
“Where the hell have you been?” Kyungsoo snaps before taking in Sehun’s unusually glowy appearance. “...Why is your hair wet?”
“Oh, I, uh, took a shower!” Sehun’s default face is poker face, but his actual poker face is awful.
“Why?” Kyungsoo asks.
“I was...trying out one of the dance classes while waiting for you, and...I got sweaty, so I took a shower. It’s really nice here!”
“Are you gonna enroll?” Jongin asks, suppressing a grin.
“Yeah, I think I’m in lo- I love it here.”
“Who was your instructor?” Jongin asks.
Sehun positively beams, looking down at his feet. “Yi- Lay. He’s really good. So flexible.”
“Yeah? Well, we’re headed back to Jongin’s apartment,” Kyungsoo says, catching the hesitant look in Sehun’s eyes. “But you can just stay here and sign up for the next class or something.”
“That’s an awesome idea!” Sehun says way too enthusiastically.
Jongin’s typing away furiously on his phone, a smirk on his lips. “Oh,” Kyungsoo adds as they start to leave. “And if you’re gonna fuck your dance instructor again, do it somewhere private next time. He’s loud.”
“Asshole,” Jongin mutters to himself, finally looking away from his phone and pocketing it to unlock his door. “He gives me shit and then he jumps on your friend like five minutes after meeting him.”
“Would you have not?” Kyungsoo asks.
“In the shower!” Jongin continues before processing what Kyungsoo said and giving him a sheepish grin. “Why do you think I followed you to the restaurant?”
“Oh my god,” Kyungsoo says, shoving him through the doorway. “So you’re even creepier than I originally thought.”
“You have to take into account how hot you looked though. That offsets the creepiness like...significantly.”
“You are ridiculous,” Kyungsoo says, covering up his grin. “Kiss-ass.”
“In a heartbeat.”
Kyungsoo slaps his shoulder. “You smell. Go shower.”
“Miss me,” Jongin actually winks and then jogs to the bathroom.
There isn’t much snooping available. Jongin’s bedroom is cluttered but utilitarian. It doesn’t really have any decorations aside from EXO posters, a calendar, and some schedules pushpinned into the wall. Kyungsoo is fighting the temptation to investigate the bathroom door left slightly ajar, and the impulse to go join Jongin gets stronger the longer he sits around idly. All this teasing is getting to him. Has been getting to him.
He hears the water turn off and a minute later, Jongin walks out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist, another drying off his hair. “Having fun?” Jongin asks.
Kyungsoo sets the book he was reading down next to him on the bed. “Bored,” he answers. “I was about to just take a nap.”
“That’s not a bad idea,” Jongin says, climbing on the bed and crawling across it on his knees. The towel on his hips spread apart in the front, angled just enough to the side to only show a long strip of thigh. He plops down on the pillow, pulling Kyungsoo down toward him.
“You’ve been getting increasingly naughtier, don’t think I haven’t noticed,” Kyungsoo says sternly, the seriousness of his voice losing all its weight with the look on his face. They’re lined up on the small bed, noses practically touching. His hand had started tracing imaginary patterns across Jongin’s chest all on its own as he watches Jongin’s pupils dilate.
“I came to nap.” It would’ve sounded innocent if Jongin didn’t purr it out like a kitty cat, sizing up its prey.
“Yeah?” Kyungsoo asks. His hand slides down Jongin’s stomach, following the thin trail of hair down to the towel, where he pries at the loose fold holding it together. It falls apart, one side landing on the the bed and the other barely covering the growing erection underneath. Kyungsoo looks back at Jongin’s face to find him staring intently, eyes hooded, lips parted. He lets out a soft gasp and bucks his hips forward as Kyungsoo drags his fingertips up the underside, nudging the towel back enough that he can see his fingers trace the crown, feeling it pulse in response.
“Kyungsoo…” Jongin whispers, crying out in surprise when Kyungsoo wraps his hand around the shaft, stroking loosely up to the head and down again. He takes that as invitation to attack Kyungsoo’s pants, baring Kyungsoo’s own arousal within seconds and wringing it in his hand.
He would’ve been content with them jerking each other off, but Jongin apparently had other ideas, pushing Kyungsoo onto his back. He swings a leg over and straddles Kyungsoo’s hips, sitting down right on his cock as he leans forward and pulls out lube and condoms from a drawer. “Is this okay?” he asks, rocking his ass down so Kyungsoo can feel his cock sliding across Jongin’s puckered rim.
Kyungsoo is panting like an eager teenager already. “Not if you don’t hurry,” he rushes out, fumbling with the lube as Jongin rips the condom wrapper and rolls it over him. Kyungsoo’s just reached behind Jongin to push a finger in when Jongin grabs Kyungsoo’s cock to hold it steady and slowly sinks down onto it with a long sigh. He’s so tight. And hot and soft and fucking perfect as he arches his back, lazily rolling his hips in circles as he adjusts.
“I might’ve...prepped myself in the shower earlier,” Jongin says shyly.
“You look so fucking amazing,” Kyungsoo can hear the awe in his voice.
Jongin giggles suddenly, pursing his lips. The corners of his mouth still curled up. “You had this exact look on your face when I danced for you earlier…I figured you’d want to top.”
Kyungsoo can’t get his mouth to form words. He just lets out useless moans and gasps as Jongin experimentally lifts up until just the tip stays in and drops back down, snapping his hips forward as he reaches the base to grind Kyungsoo’s dick deeper into him, making quiet little “oh”s as he tries to find an ideal pace.
“I think it was this move that you especially liked, wasn’t it?” Jongin asks, lifting up enough to repeat the hip roll from earlier, slowly so Kyungsoo can watch his shaft disappear back inside of Jongin’s body.
“Shit, Jongin…” Kyungsoo brings his hands up to steady Jongin’s waist, forgetting the lube from earlier, prompting Jongin to squeal and twist to the side from the cold liquid. Jongin laughs it off, bringing Kyungsoo’s hand back to gather up the lube again and directing it onto his own arousal as he speeds up.
Jongin’s found an angle that he likes. His head is thrown back as he mewls, fucking up into Kyungsoo’s hand with each bounce.
“Ah, Jongin, wait! Slow down, I’m gonna- Oh fuck, oh fuck,” His requests seem to just spur Jongin on more, moving so he gets better leverage and dropping down faster. Kyungsoo cums with a deep groan, back lifting off the bed, vision blinded as he empties himself into the condom, feeling Jongin clench tightly around him. It’s not until the high of his orgasm has faded that Kyungsoo realizes Jongin hasn’t cum yet, still sitting on top of him, Kyungsoo’s softened dick slipping out as he watches with a smug little smirk.
Kyungsoo reaches over and snags the towel Jongin used to dry his hair earlier. He cleans the lube off of Jongin’s penis and rolls him back onto the bed. They kiss, Jongin licking into his mouth languidly. He gives Kyungsoo a confused look briefly as Kyungsoo moves down his torso, flicking over one of his dusky nipples, and trailing down to nuzzle against the base of his cock. He can hear Jongin’s breath hitch as Kyungsoo slowly swallow his length down.
“Oh wow,” Jongin moans, watching attentively as Kyungsoo bobs his head.
Kyungsoo tilts enough that he can see Jongin’s face, pride swelling at the unfocused look in his eyes. Kyungsoo finds the bottle and squirts some lube onto his hand before pushing Jongin’s legs apart, pressing two slicked fingers into his hole and crooking them upward, seeking. Jongin’s hips jerk involuntarily and he lets out a loud moan that dies down into a steady stream of whimpers as Kyungsoo pumps his fingers in sync with his mouth.
He can feel when Jongin’s close, his cock getting harder and twitching mere seconds before he spurts hot cum into Kyungsoo’s mouth, letting out a satisfied moan as his legs wrap around Kyungsoo’s head.
Jongin’s got some strong fucking thighs. Kyungsoo almost gags trying to free himself before Jongin comes to his senses and lets go, mumbling a breathless apology as Kyungsoo lands next to him.
“You should take the job,” Jongin says, lips brushing against Kyungsoo’s forehead. “Stay here with me.”
Kyungsoo still had the rest of the week to decide if he wanted to accept the teaching position at the local high school. He barely remembers telling Jongin on their first date that he was considering trying to reapply in a bigger city. He snorts. “For sex?”
Jongin gives him a serious look. “I really, really like you. It’s not just sex. Plus, you laugh at all my bad jokes.”
“Maybe,” Kyungsoo drawls out slowly, tugging the blanket up to cover them and throwing an arm over Jongin’s waist.
“I’ll teach you how to dance,” Jongin offers. “We can be that annoying couple who can’t seem to breathe without each other. You can gossip about your students to me. We can go back to the beach, sit around a fire, I can fuck you under the stars next time.”
Kyungsoo feigns a gasp.
“You wanted me to. I saw it in your eyes,” Jongin says, voice daring Kyungsoo to deny it.
“I might’ve jumped you in the car the first night if it weren’t for those damn lobsters in the backseat,” he admits.
“It was a good idea in theory,” Jongin says sulkily.
Kyungsoo suppresses a yawn, smiling into Jongin’s chest. “It makes for a good story.”
“We should probably leave out the part where we ate them.”
“But that was my favorite part.”
-
Several months later...
“Are you nervous?” Jongin asks.
“I’m not attending here, I’m here to work,” Kyungsoo says, fidgeting with his belt. “And I’ve been here all summer to train.”
“It’s still first day of school,” Jongin says. “Still first official day of class.”
“I can handle teenagers.”
Jongin shifts in his seat. He’s got his own class to teach in an hour back at the dance studio. “Teenagers can be assholes,” he says.
“I can be an asshole too,” Kyungsoo says, leaning over to give him a chaste kiss on the corner of his mouth.
“This is true,” Jongin smirks, pulling him back for a proper kiss. “You want me to pick you up?”
Kyungsoo shakes his head. “No, Sehun needs help with something so he already offered to drive. I’ll just see you at home.”
“We should go to the beach tonight,” Jongin says, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “To celebrate.”
Kyungsoo gives him an amused look. “Are you going to put a vibrator in the pizza box again, because that didn’t work out well for you last time.”
Jongin pouts. “It’s romantic in a way.”
“I don’t even know how you get these harebrained ideas.”
“But you love them.”