Romantic Stylez
ʚ Title: Romantic Stylez for everyone ♡
ʚ Pairing(s): chen/kyungsoo
ʚ Rating: pg-13
ʚ Warnings: swearing
ʚ Word Count: 3,400 words
ʚ Summary: five times kyungsoo and jongdae go undercover as a couple and the one time they don't have to.
ʚ Message for your recipient/author note: to all readers: situations in this fic are probably very unrealistic. i apologize! to my recipient: i hope you enjoy even though this is quite a far cry from your prompt.
i.
The first time, it’s Jongdae’s fault.
Kyungsoo’s wanted to be a detective for as long as he can remember. He can’t remember exactly what it is that drew him to the job-helping people, maybe. Putting bad guys away. The thrill of the chase. It’s not always easy, and it certainly doesn’t pay enough, but he puts up with it and he gets by. Sometimes you don’t get the guy, and Kyungsoo’s learned to accept that, but some cops never do. Jongdae is one of them.
“We don’t have probable cause to enter the apartment,” Kyungsoo says with a sigh, turning on his heel as if to leave.
Jongdae grabs him by the elbow and spins him back around. He gets a look of deep concentration on his face before he grabs the police badge that’s hanging around his own neck and tucks it into his pocket. He grabs Kyungsoo’s and attempts to shove it down Kyungsoo’s back pocket before Kyungsoo shoves his hands away.
“What are you doing? We’ve talked about the ass-touching-”
Jongdae gives a soft chuckle, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He reaches out and places his hands on Kyungsoo’s shoulders. “We’ve been tailing this guy for months, and now we finally have a chance to catch him. I’m going to get us into the apartment.”
“It’s not possible. There are other cases, we’ll just-”
“We do not give up. We’re the best detectives in the precinct,” Jongdae says with a cheeky smile before he locks hands with Kyungsoo and drags him to the front desk.
They are the best detectives in the precinct, Kyungsoo knows. They have the highest arrest record out of everyone and usually work incredibly well together. Jongdae is intelligent, perceptive, and dedicated to his job. He’s also brash, impulsive, and obnoxious. It balances out so that can Kyungsoo can tolerate him most of the time. Sometimes it’s a struggle. They haven’t felt like the best detectives lately though, as they’ve been trying to catch this guy for months and keep getting close but always falling short.
Before Kyungsoo can protest again, the woman at the front desk is looking up at them with a smile. “How can I help you?”
“Hello,” Jongdae says, sickeningly sweet, pausing to hold up his hand that’s interlocked with Kyungsoo’s. “My partner and I are looking for a new apartment and were told we could tour apartment 534 today. We’ve been here for almost an hour. Is there any way we can hurry this along? We do have other complexes to look at.”
Kyungsoo gapes, but schools his expression into something neutral when Jongdae chimes, “Isn’t that right, honey?” and the woman turns to him. He grits his teeth but manages to smile. “Of course.”
It’s only ten more minutes before they’re in the apartment. They have en employee with them, some earnest young guy who’s trying his hardest to sell them on the perks of the apartment complex. There’s a pool, a fitness center, it’s a very accepting environment, shit like that. Kyungsoo’s tightens his hold on Jongdae’s hand, hard, and Jongdae almost squeaks. The place is nice, bigger than anything Kyungsoo could ever afford. But he doesn’t have time to focus on that right now because he’s too busy planning out Jongdae’s murder in his head.
As he and Jongdae step away from the employee in an attempt to “look around” the place, Kyungsoo finally gets a chance to lean over and whisper, “I am going to kill you.”
“Relax, baby. Why don’t you go look around in the bedroom? That’s the most important part,” Jongdae says, far too cheekily and far too loud, and Kyungsoo almost has an aneurism.
“We’re going to get fired, dumbass,” Kyungsoo whispers, digging his nails into the palm of Jongdae’s hand.
“Come on, Kyungsoo,” Jongdae says, and he smiles, like nothing is wrong. Like they’re not going to get fired for breaking the law and police protocol. He leans close, so close his lips brush against the shell of Kyungsoo’s ear. “Don’t you trust me?”
“Dumbass,” Kyungsoo says again, turning away to go inspect the bedroom and to hide the burning flush of his face.
They find cocaine in the room, hidden underneath a loose floorboard. Jongdae makes up some excuse about smelling drugs as probable cause, and they get a warrant for the perp’s arrest. Kyungsoo doesn’t speak to Jongdae for two weeks.
ii.
The second time, it’s Kyungsoo’s fault.
They’re on a stake out together, sitting in some department-issued shitty van that’s been sitting around in the precinct’s car lot for ages. It smells vaguely of vomit, and they’ve been in the car for a few hours already. Kyungsoo’s on watch as Jongdae tries to get some sleep, his head lolling to the side and resting on Kyungsoo’s shoulder. Kyungsoo can’t bring himself to push him away, even when he starts drooling a little bit on Kyungsoo’s shirt.
Kyungsoo can make fun of him for it later, that’s all.
After another hour in the car in dead silence, watching an empty street through binoculars, Kyungsoo runs out of coffee. A few minutes later, his eyes start drooping. He reaches out and slaps himself lightly in the face, jostling Jongdae’s head just slightly.
The next thing he knows there’s a knock on the window. Kyungsoo jerks back, eyes wide. A quick glance at the clock shows he’s been knocked out for thirty minutes. Fuck. He goes into panic mode, reaching out and shoving Jongdae’s head into his lap before he lowers the window a little to peek out at the man who’d been knocking on the window.
“Ah,” Kyungsoo says, a little breathy. He tries to fake stifle a moan. “Can I help you?”
The man outside the car squints, tries to peek inside. Kyungsoo’s sure that Jongdae’s awake now and Kyungsoo only shoves him further into his crotch to keep him quiet.
“I’ve noticed your car outside of my house for hours. What are you doing here?”
“We’re a little-busy here,” Kyungsoo says, motioning towards his lap and running his hand through Jongdae’s hair.
The man gasps, and Kyungsoo would laugh if he wasn’t so horrified at this turn of events himself. “That’s-that’s illegal. I’m going to call the police,” the man stutters, turning around and rushing back off to the house across the street.
Kyungsoo groans. He’s sure the guy got the license plate of the car and he’s sure the entire precinct is going to hear about this embarrassing fiasco, not to mention they might get written up for fucking up a stakeout. And Jongdae is finally sitting up now, giving Kyungsoo an absolutely shit-eating grin.
“Kyungsoo,” he purrs. “If you wanted the night to go in that direction all you had to do was ask.”
iii.
Kyungsoo thinks there’s not enough coffee in the world to help him handle this morning when the first thing he sees upon walking into the precinct is Jongdae, at his desk, with a baby in his arms. He ignores the fact that the baby is kind of maybe sort of cute, and that Jongdae is maybe sort of cute while he holds her. Instead, he heads to the break room and grabs himself a cup of coffee.
When he returns, Jongdae is still at Kyungsoo’s desk and is still holding a baby. And it’s still cute-the baby, of course. Not Jongdae.
“Why are you at my desk?” Kyungsoo finally says, sitting his coffee down and leaning against the side of it.
“Is that the only thing you can think to ask?” Jongdae says, pausing to coo at the baby when she makes a loud gurgling noise.
Kyungsoo rolls his eyes. His heart does not flutter. “Okay, I’ll bite. Why are you holding a baby?”
“This little cutie is named Mina. Aren’t you, sweetie?” Jongdae says, tickling at the fat under Mina’s neck and making her giggle. “She’s the Captain’s niece.”
Kyungsoo raises an eyebrow. “Minseok is letting you near his niece?”
“I am very trustworthy, thank you.” Jongdae scoffs, then mumbles, “his sister dropped her off a few minutes ago.”
Kyungsoo chuckles, reaching out a hand to run through the very minimal amount of hair on Mina’s head. She looks up at him with big bright eyes and he smiles, cupping his larger hand over her cheek. “Hello, Mina,” he whispers. When he looks back up, Jongdae is looking at him with an expression that he can’t quite read.
Kyungsoo clears his throat.
“So, uh, Mina’s mother has given us permission to take her to the park,” Jongdae says, looking away from Kyungsoo and back to the baby in his arms. “There’s been reports of an older man with no child creeping around the place, we just need to sit there for a couple hours, blend in.”
Kyungsoo groans. “Don’t tell me-”
“That’s right,” Jongdae says with a grin. He holds Mina up and waves her little hand in Kyungsoo’s direction. “Meet your new daddy, Mina.”
“Jongdae,” Kyungsoo says, exasperated. They’ve only been at the park for twenty minutes but Jongdae hasn’t stopped cooing at Mina once. “We can’t catch a predator if you’re too busy cooing at the baby.”
Jongdae pouts, poking Mina in the belly and watching her giggle. “But she’s so cute.”
Before he can roll his eyes and tell Jongdae to get back to work, they’re interrupted by an older woman with a young toddler next to her side. She smiles brightly at them. “You two make a beautiful couple,” she says. “And your daughter is beautiful, as well.”
Kyungsoo bristles, but manages to keep a straight face while Jongdae thinks her and tells the woman Mina’s-fake-name. Jongdae looks like a real doting father, looking down at Mina with bright eyes and a huge smile, telling the woman in front of them all about how she’s started crawling, she’ll hopefully start getting some more hair soon, he can’t wait until she starts interacting with other children. All the while, Mina’s little hand is wrapped tightly around Jongdae’s index finger.
Kyungsoo feels like his heart might burst.
“That was totally useless,” Kyungsoo says grumpily, a few hours later after they’ve returned Mina to her mother and seen absolutely no creepy men at the park. That should probably be a good thing, but he did just waste four hours at the park and had to witness Jongdae being way too adorable for the good majority of it.
“You had fun, just admit it,” Jongdae says, leaning over his desk and giving Kyungsoo a fond smile. “I saw the way you were looking at little Mina.”
“As if,” Kyungsoo says. I wasn’t only looking at her, he doesn’t say.
iv.
By the fourth time, Kyungsoo is pretty sure the whole world is against him. He and Jongdae are called into Captain Minseok’s office with the promise of an assignment of utmost importance-they’ll be going undercover long-term as a married couple in a suburban neighborhood in order to catch a suspected drug supplier. Not even Jongdae has the will to be making jokes about this one.
As soon as they get out of the Captain’s office, the rest of the precinct is already making bets on how long it’ll take before they start fucking. Kyungsoo growls, reaches for the handgun sitting in his belt, but Jongdae just chuckles and wraps his arm around Kyungsoo’s shoulders.
“Relax,” he says, with his stupid easy grin and stupid soft eyes. “It’ll be fine.”
Kyungsoo shrugs him off, his heart pounding. From anger or from-something else, he doesn’t know.
The undercover gig is fine for the first couple of weeks. Of course, Kyungsoo has to deal with Jongdae calling him honey in a sickeningly sweet voice every time someone from the neighborhood is even directly in their vicinity. He has to deal with going to a neighborhood potluck and making up some disgustingly cheesy story about how he met Jongdae in high school and just fell in love. He has to deal with Jongdae touching him-a lot. He even has to deal with Jongdae kissing him on the cheek. Only once because Jongdae learns his lesson very quickly after almost losing his balls.
The more time passes, the more uncomfortable Kyungsoo becomes. Living with Jongdae isn’t as bad as he’d thought it would be. He’s clean, doesn’t watch the television too loudly, and leaves Kyungsoo alone when he wants to be by himself and just listen to music or read a book. He’s a pleasant roommate. They sleep in separate rooms at night, and Kyungsoo has plenty of places to avoid Jongdae if he feels annoyed.
But he can’t avoid the tight feeling in his chest every time he sees Jongdae’s messy bed-head and lazy smile right after he wakes up and before he’s had his morning coffee, every time Jongdae’s fresh out of the shower with only a towel around his waist and Kyungsoo can see his toned chest and the little trail of hair that leads to something lower, every time Kyungsoo wants to watch something different on television and Jongdae gets whiny, but lets him, leaning his head against Kyungsoo’s shoulder and laughing along to whatever Kyungsoo’s turned on.
It’s all getting far too domestic for Kyungsoo’s comfort.
Kyungsoo prides himself on being professional, on being good at what he does and taking his job seriously. He can pretend to be Jongdae’s loving husband-when they’re in front of other people, at the grocery store or at a neighborhood barbecue. That’s easy. Behind closed doors, it’s a little harder for him to swallow.
Kyungsoo cooks dinner some nights. It relaxes him, putting all his attention into getting the right ingredients and mixing them the right way and making it taste good. Jongdae’s usually in another room, doing something work related or watching television. Tonight, he’s watching Kyungsoo. Standing right next to him and leaning against the counter.
Kyungsoo does not get flustered.
“Here, taste this,” Kyungsoo says, sticking out a spoon with a little bit of the sauce he’s making on the end of it.
Jongdae puts his lips around the spoon and swallows the sauce, licking a bit of the excess off of his lips. Kyungsoo gulps.
“It’s really good,” Jongdae says, smiling. He sticks his finger into the pot again, ignoring Kyungsoo’s protests, and smears a little bit of the sauce on Kyungsoo’s cheek.
Kyungsoo scowls, but can’t hold back the quiet laugh that manages to escape. He swipes his finger through the sauce and then places it in his mouth, licking it off. When he meets Jongdae’s eyes, he’s giving him that look he sometimes gives, before his eyes drop down to Kyungsoo’s lips. Kyungsoo lets go of the finger in his mouth with a pop.
Jongdae laughs, breaking the tension. “You’re so cute.”
Kyungsoo scoffs. “You don’t have to pretend when we’re alone, you know.”
“Yeah.” Jongdae clears his throat. “Yeah, I know.”
v.
By the fifth time, Kyungsoo isn’t convinced that it’s an accident anymore.
They’re at a club that their perp usually frequents, looking to find him and make an arrest. They don’t want to stand out too much so Kyungsoo had to ditch the sweaters he usually wears and is wearing a tight-fitted black button down and black pants instead. He’s sitting at the bar, nursing a glass of water and looking out at the crowd from that position while Jongdae searches through it.
It’s been about fifteen minutes when a woman sits next to him, dressed in a tight red dress and smiling at him. He smiles back, automatic.
“Hi,” she says, and wow, he thinks, she has a pretty smile. “I’m Sojin. Can I buy you a drink?”
Kyungsoo chuckles, circling his finger around the rim of his glass. “Sorry, I don’t drink.”
“Ah,” she says, but her smile doesn’t fade. She reaches out and runs her fingers down Kyungsoo’s arm. “Can I get your name then?”
Kyungsoo opens his mouth to answer, but suddenly there’s a huge weight sitting on his lap and he hears, “his name is taken. And also gay. And also mine.” Jongdae doesn’t stop there, however, and leans down before pressing a kiss to Kyungsoo’s lips.
Sojin mutters her apologies and as as soon as she’s a good distance away, Kyungsoo shoves Jongdae off of his lap, hard. Jongdae rights himself with a hand on the bar.
“What the fuck?” Kyungsoo says sharply, trying his best to keep his voice down. He ignores the tingling of his lips and how good Jongdae looks in his tight pants. “Are you drunk?”
“No,” Jongdae says, and he looks incredibly flustered but he doesn’t back down. “But apparently you are. You were really going to give that woman your name when you’re supposed to be undercover? What, were you going to go home with her too?”
“I would never. I would never do that, on the job. You know that. And you,” Kyungsoo adds, almost in a whisper, “have no right to kiss me. Get back to work.”
“Kyungsoo-”
“Get back to work,” Kyungsoo says again, and turns back to the bar.
After Jongdae walks away, Kyungsoo waves the bartender over and orders a gin and tonic. He’s going to need it.
+ i.
By the next morning, Kyungsoo is considerably calmer. After lying awake all night, he realized he might have overreacted for certain reasons. Certain Jongdae-has-very-nice-lips reasons. So when he enters the precinct to find Jongdae sitting at his desk, begging to speak to Kyungsoo alone for a few minutes, Kyungsoo readily agrees.
“I’m so sorry, Kyungsoo,” Jongdae says after dragging him into the break room and locking the door. “Last night was incredibly unprofessional of me. I understand if you feel as if you can’t work with me anymore-”
Kyungsoo’s laughs, reaching out a hand to hold Jongdae’s shoulder. “No, no, Jongdae. It’s okay. I’m sorry too-I overreacted. It’s okay.”
Jongdae gets that look on his face again, that stupid fucking infuriating look that Kyungsoo can never read and reads too much into all at once. The stupid look that Kyungsoo wants to mean what it probably doesn’t mean.
“It’s not okay, really, Kyungsoo. I want to explain.” When Kyungsoo nods, he continues. “I… kind of like you. In a romantic way. Kind of a lot. And I was kind of jealous, last night. And that’s totally unprofessional and I’m so-”
“You like me?” Kyungsoo interrupts. “You like-like me?”
Jongdae chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. “What is this, high school?”
Kyungsoo rolls his eyes. “Answer me, stupid.”
Jongdae sighs. “Yes, okay, I like you. A lot. I’m sorry if this makes things awkward, but I thought you deserved an explanation.”
“Why do you like me?”
Jongdae squints, but he doesn’t protest. “You’re-patient. Kind, deep down in there. Cute. Infuriating in the best way,” he pauses with an awkward chuckle. “You’re attractive, you have very nice lips…”
He trails off, probably because Kyungsoo is grinning widely. Kyungsoo is grinning widely and grabbing Jongdae by the tie and pulling him closer and kissing him. Kyungsoo lifts one hand, lets it rest on the back of Jongdae’s neck and presses harder. It causes Jongdae to jerk and their noses bump. They both pull back with an awkward chuckle.
Kyungsoo’s face burns bright red, but he doesn’t stop smiling. “I like you, too.”
Jongdae smiles so wide it crinkles at the corner of his eyes, just how Kyungsoo likes. “Really? So I can kiss you again?”
“You can kiss me again,” Kyungsoo confirms. “And any time. But I get to pick the restaurant for our first date.”
“Why,” Jongdae whines, throwing an arm around Kyungsoo’s shoulder. “Don’t you trust me?”
“Hardly. Dumbass,” Kyungsoo says, but somehow the words don’t match the bright tone of his voice or the wide smile that he’s still sporting. They never do.
bonus
“Fuck,” Baekhyun says, peeking into the break room.
“What?” Chanyeol asks, popping up behind him.
“Don’t scare me like that,” Baekhyun says, jumping with a squeak. He turns back to the break room door and scowls. “Jongdae and Kyungsoo are making out on in there.”
“Damn it, already? That means-”
“Hot damn!” Minseok shouts from behind them, clapping his hands. “I won! Everybody pay up!”
ʚ Pairing(s): chen/kyungsoo
ʚ Rating: pg-13
ʚ Warnings: swearing
ʚ Word Count: 3,400 words
ʚ Summary: five times kyungsoo and jongdae go undercover as a couple and the one time they don't have to.
ʚ Message for your recipient/author note: to all readers: situations in this fic are probably very unrealistic. i apologize! to my recipient: i hope you enjoy even though this is quite a far cry from your prompt.
i.
The first time, it’s Jongdae’s fault.
Kyungsoo’s wanted to be a detective for as long as he can remember. He can’t remember exactly what it is that drew him to the job-helping people, maybe. Putting bad guys away. The thrill of the chase. It’s not always easy, and it certainly doesn’t pay enough, but he puts up with it and he gets by. Sometimes you don’t get the guy, and Kyungsoo’s learned to accept that, but some cops never do. Jongdae is one of them.
“We don’t have probable cause to enter the apartment,” Kyungsoo says with a sigh, turning on his heel as if to leave.
Jongdae grabs him by the elbow and spins him back around. He gets a look of deep concentration on his face before he grabs the police badge that’s hanging around his own neck and tucks it into his pocket. He grabs Kyungsoo’s and attempts to shove it down Kyungsoo’s back pocket before Kyungsoo shoves his hands away.
“What are you doing? We’ve talked about the ass-touching-”
Jongdae gives a soft chuckle, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He reaches out and places his hands on Kyungsoo’s shoulders. “We’ve been tailing this guy for months, and now we finally have a chance to catch him. I’m going to get us into the apartment.”
“It’s not possible. There are other cases, we’ll just-”
“We do not give up. We’re the best detectives in the precinct,” Jongdae says with a cheeky smile before he locks hands with Kyungsoo and drags him to the front desk.
They are the best detectives in the precinct, Kyungsoo knows. They have the highest arrest record out of everyone and usually work incredibly well together. Jongdae is intelligent, perceptive, and dedicated to his job. He’s also brash, impulsive, and obnoxious. It balances out so that can Kyungsoo can tolerate him most of the time. Sometimes it’s a struggle. They haven’t felt like the best detectives lately though, as they’ve been trying to catch this guy for months and keep getting close but always falling short.
Before Kyungsoo can protest again, the woman at the front desk is looking up at them with a smile. “How can I help you?”
“Hello,” Jongdae says, sickeningly sweet, pausing to hold up his hand that’s interlocked with Kyungsoo’s. “My partner and I are looking for a new apartment and were told we could tour apartment 534 today. We’ve been here for almost an hour. Is there any way we can hurry this along? We do have other complexes to look at.”
Kyungsoo gapes, but schools his expression into something neutral when Jongdae chimes, “Isn’t that right, honey?” and the woman turns to him. He grits his teeth but manages to smile. “Of course.”
It’s only ten more minutes before they’re in the apartment. They have en employee with them, some earnest young guy who’s trying his hardest to sell them on the perks of the apartment complex. There’s a pool, a fitness center, it’s a very accepting environment, shit like that. Kyungsoo’s tightens his hold on Jongdae’s hand, hard, and Jongdae almost squeaks. The place is nice, bigger than anything Kyungsoo could ever afford. But he doesn’t have time to focus on that right now because he’s too busy planning out Jongdae’s murder in his head.
As he and Jongdae step away from the employee in an attempt to “look around” the place, Kyungsoo finally gets a chance to lean over and whisper, “I am going to kill you.”
“Relax, baby. Why don’t you go look around in the bedroom? That’s the most important part,” Jongdae says, far too cheekily and far too loud, and Kyungsoo almost has an aneurism.
“We’re going to get fired, dumbass,” Kyungsoo whispers, digging his nails into the palm of Jongdae’s hand.
“Come on, Kyungsoo,” Jongdae says, and he smiles, like nothing is wrong. Like they’re not going to get fired for breaking the law and police protocol. He leans close, so close his lips brush against the shell of Kyungsoo’s ear. “Don’t you trust me?”
“Dumbass,” Kyungsoo says again, turning away to go inspect the bedroom and to hide the burning flush of his face.
They find cocaine in the room, hidden underneath a loose floorboard. Jongdae makes up some excuse about smelling drugs as probable cause, and they get a warrant for the perp’s arrest. Kyungsoo doesn’t speak to Jongdae for two weeks.
ii.
The second time, it’s Kyungsoo’s fault.
They’re on a stake out together, sitting in some department-issued shitty van that’s been sitting around in the precinct’s car lot for ages. It smells vaguely of vomit, and they’ve been in the car for a few hours already. Kyungsoo’s on watch as Jongdae tries to get some sleep, his head lolling to the side and resting on Kyungsoo’s shoulder. Kyungsoo can’t bring himself to push him away, even when he starts drooling a little bit on Kyungsoo’s shirt.
Kyungsoo can make fun of him for it later, that’s all.
After another hour in the car in dead silence, watching an empty street through binoculars, Kyungsoo runs out of coffee. A few minutes later, his eyes start drooping. He reaches out and slaps himself lightly in the face, jostling Jongdae’s head just slightly.
The next thing he knows there’s a knock on the window. Kyungsoo jerks back, eyes wide. A quick glance at the clock shows he’s been knocked out for thirty minutes. Fuck. He goes into panic mode, reaching out and shoving Jongdae’s head into his lap before he lowers the window a little to peek out at the man who’d been knocking on the window.
“Ah,” Kyungsoo says, a little breathy. He tries to fake stifle a moan. “Can I help you?”
The man outside the car squints, tries to peek inside. Kyungsoo’s sure that Jongdae’s awake now and Kyungsoo only shoves him further into his crotch to keep him quiet.
“I’ve noticed your car outside of my house for hours. What are you doing here?”
“We’re a little-busy here,” Kyungsoo says, motioning towards his lap and running his hand through Jongdae’s hair.
The man gasps, and Kyungsoo would laugh if he wasn’t so horrified at this turn of events himself. “That’s-that’s illegal. I’m going to call the police,” the man stutters, turning around and rushing back off to the house across the street.
Kyungsoo groans. He’s sure the guy got the license plate of the car and he’s sure the entire precinct is going to hear about this embarrassing fiasco, not to mention they might get written up for fucking up a stakeout. And Jongdae is finally sitting up now, giving Kyungsoo an absolutely shit-eating grin.
“Kyungsoo,” he purrs. “If you wanted the night to go in that direction all you had to do was ask.”
iii.
Kyungsoo thinks there’s not enough coffee in the world to help him handle this morning when the first thing he sees upon walking into the precinct is Jongdae, at his desk, with a baby in his arms. He ignores the fact that the baby is kind of maybe sort of cute, and that Jongdae is maybe sort of cute while he holds her. Instead, he heads to the break room and grabs himself a cup of coffee.
When he returns, Jongdae is still at Kyungsoo’s desk and is still holding a baby. And it’s still cute-the baby, of course. Not Jongdae.
“Why are you at my desk?” Kyungsoo finally says, sitting his coffee down and leaning against the side of it.
“Is that the only thing you can think to ask?” Jongdae says, pausing to coo at the baby when she makes a loud gurgling noise.
Kyungsoo rolls his eyes. His heart does not flutter. “Okay, I’ll bite. Why are you holding a baby?”
“This little cutie is named Mina. Aren’t you, sweetie?” Jongdae says, tickling at the fat under Mina’s neck and making her giggle. “She’s the Captain’s niece.”
Kyungsoo raises an eyebrow. “Minseok is letting you near his niece?”
“I am very trustworthy, thank you.” Jongdae scoffs, then mumbles, “his sister dropped her off a few minutes ago.”
Kyungsoo chuckles, reaching out a hand to run through the very minimal amount of hair on Mina’s head. She looks up at him with big bright eyes and he smiles, cupping his larger hand over her cheek. “Hello, Mina,” he whispers. When he looks back up, Jongdae is looking at him with an expression that he can’t quite read.
Kyungsoo clears his throat.
“So, uh, Mina’s mother has given us permission to take her to the park,” Jongdae says, looking away from Kyungsoo and back to the baby in his arms. “There’s been reports of an older man with no child creeping around the place, we just need to sit there for a couple hours, blend in.”
Kyungsoo groans. “Don’t tell me-”
“That’s right,” Jongdae says with a grin. He holds Mina up and waves her little hand in Kyungsoo’s direction. “Meet your new daddy, Mina.”
“Jongdae,” Kyungsoo says, exasperated. They’ve only been at the park for twenty minutes but Jongdae hasn’t stopped cooing at Mina once. “We can’t catch a predator if you’re too busy cooing at the baby.”
Jongdae pouts, poking Mina in the belly and watching her giggle. “But she’s so cute.”
Before he can roll his eyes and tell Jongdae to get back to work, they’re interrupted by an older woman with a young toddler next to her side. She smiles brightly at them. “You two make a beautiful couple,” she says. “And your daughter is beautiful, as well.”
Kyungsoo bristles, but manages to keep a straight face while Jongdae thinks her and tells the woman Mina’s-fake-name. Jongdae looks like a real doting father, looking down at Mina with bright eyes and a huge smile, telling the woman in front of them all about how she’s started crawling, she’ll hopefully start getting some more hair soon, he can’t wait until she starts interacting with other children. All the while, Mina’s little hand is wrapped tightly around Jongdae’s index finger.
Kyungsoo feels like his heart might burst.
“That was totally useless,” Kyungsoo says grumpily, a few hours later after they’ve returned Mina to her mother and seen absolutely no creepy men at the park. That should probably be a good thing, but he did just waste four hours at the park and had to witness Jongdae being way too adorable for the good majority of it.
“You had fun, just admit it,” Jongdae says, leaning over his desk and giving Kyungsoo a fond smile. “I saw the way you were looking at little Mina.”
“As if,” Kyungsoo says. I wasn’t only looking at her, he doesn’t say.
iv.
By the fourth time, Kyungsoo is pretty sure the whole world is against him. He and Jongdae are called into Captain Minseok’s office with the promise of an assignment of utmost importance-they’ll be going undercover long-term as a married couple in a suburban neighborhood in order to catch a suspected drug supplier. Not even Jongdae has the will to be making jokes about this one.
As soon as they get out of the Captain’s office, the rest of the precinct is already making bets on how long it’ll take before they start fucking. Kyungsoo growls, reaches for the handgun sitting in his belt, but Jongdae just chuckles and wraps his arm around Kyungsoo’s shoulders.
“Relax,” he says, with his stupid easy grin and stupid soft eyes. “It’ll be fine.”
Kyungsoo shrugs him off, his heart pounding. From anger or from-something else, he doesn’t know.
The undercover gig is fine for the first couple of weeks. Of course, Kyungsoo has to deal with Jongdae calling him honey in a sickeningly sweet voice every time someone from the neighborhood is even directly in their vicinity. He has to deal with going to a neighborhood potluck and making up some disgustingly cheesy story about how he met Jongdae in high school and just fell in love. He has to deal with Jongdae touching him-a lot. He even has to deal with Jongdae kissing him on the cheek. Only once because Jongdae learns his lesson very quickly after almost losing his balls.
The more time passes, the more uncomfortable Kyungsoo becomes. Living with Jongdae isn’t as bad as he’d thought it would be. He’s clean, doesn’t watch the television too loudly, and leaves Kyungsoo alone when he wants to be by himself and just listen to music or read a book. He’s a pleasant roommate. They sleep in separate rooms at night, and Kyungsoo has plenty of places to avoid Jongdae if he feels annoyed.
But he can’t avoid the tight feeling in his chest every time he sees Jongdae’s messy bed-head and lazy smile right after he wakes up and before he’s had his morning coffee, every time Jongdae’s fresh out of the shower with only a towel around his waist and Kyungsoo can see his toned chest and the little trail of hair that leads to something lower, every time Kyungsoo wants to watch something different on television and Jongdae gets whiny, but lets him, leaning his head against Kyungsoo’s shoulder and laughing along to whatever Kyungsoo’s turned on.
It’s all getting far too domestic for Kyungsoo’s comfort.
Kyungsoo prides himself on being professional, on being good at what he does and taking his job seriously. He can pretend to be Jongdae’s loving husband-when they’re in front of other people, at the grocery store or at a neighborhood barbecue. That’s easy. Behind closed doors, it’s a little harder for him to swallow.
Kyungsoo cooks dinner some nights. It relaxes him, putting all his attention into getting the right ingredients and mixing them the right way and making it taste good. Jongdae’s usually in another room, doing something work related or watching television. Tonight, he’s watching Kyungsoo. Standing right next to him and leaning against the counter.
Kyungsoo does not get flustered.
“Here, taste this,” Kyungsoo says, sticking out a spoon with a little bit of the sauce he’s making on the end of it.
Jongdae puts his lips around the spoon and swallows the sauce, licking a bit of the excess off of his lips. Kyungsoo gulps.
“It’s really good,” Jongdae says, smiling. He sticks his finger into the pot again, ignoring Kyungsoo’s protests, and smears a little bit of the sauce on Kyungsoo’s cheek.
Kyungsoo scowls, but can’t hold back the quiet laugh that manages to escape. He swipes his finger through the sauce and then places it in his mouth, licking it off. When he meets Jongdae’s eyes, he’s giving him that look he sometimes gives, before his eyes drop down to Kyungsoo’s lips. Kyungsoo lets go of the finger in his mouth with a pop.
Jongdae laughs, breaking the tension. “You’re so cute.”
Kyungsoo scoffs. “You don’t have to pretend when we’re alone, you know.”
“Yeah.” Jongdae clears his throat. “Yeah, I know.”
v.
By the fifth time, Kyungsoo isn’t convinced that it’s an accident anymore.
They’re at a club that their perp usually frequents, looking to find him and make an arrest. They don’t want to stand out too much so Kyungsoo had to ditch the sweaters he usually wears and is wearing a tight-fitted black button down and black pants instead. He’s sitting at the bar, nursing a glass of water and looking out at the crowd from that position while Jongdae searches through it.
It’s been about fifteen minutes when a woman sits next to him, dressed in a tight red dress and smiling at him. He smiles back, automatic.
“Hi,” she says, and wow, he thinks, she has a pretty smile. “I’m Sojin. Can I buy you a drink?”
Kyungsoo chuckles, circling his finger around the rim of his glass. “Sorry, I don’t drink.”
“Ah,” she says, but her smile doesn’t fade. She reaches out and runs her fingers down Kyungsoo’s arm. “Can I get your name then?”
Kyungsoo opens his mouth to answer, but suddenly there’s a huge weight sitting on his lap and he hears, “his name is taken. And also gay. And also mine.” Jongdae doesn’t stop there, however, and leans down before pressing a kiss to Kyungsoo’s lips.
Sojin mutters her apologies and as as soon as she’s a good distance away, Kyungsoo shoves Jongdae off of his lap, hard. Jongdae rights himself with a hand on the bar.
“What the fuck?” Kyungsoo says sharply, trying his best to keep his voice down. He ignores the tingling of his lips and how good Jongdae looks in his tight pants. “Are you drunk?”
“No,” Jongdae says, and he looks incredibly flustered but he doesn’t back down. “But apparently you are. You were really going to give that woman your name when you’re supposed to be undercover? What, were you going to go home with her too?”
“I would never. I would never do that, on the job. You know that. And you,” Kyungsoo adds, almost in a whisper, “have no right to kiss me. Get back to work.”
“Kyungsoo-”
“Get back to work,” Kyungsoo says again, and turns back to the bar.
After Jongdae walks away, Kyungsoo waves the bartender over and orders a gin and tonic. He’s going to need it.
+ i.
By the next morning, Kyungsoo is considerably calmer. After lying awake all night, he realized he might have overreacted for certain reasons. Certain Jongdae-has-very-nice-lips reasons. So when he enters the precinct to find Jongdae sitting at his desk, begging to speak to Kyungsoo alone for a few minutes, Kyungsoo readily agrees.
“I’m so sorry, Kyungsoo,” Jongdae says after dragging him into the break room and locking the door. “Last night was incredibly unprofessional of me. I understand if you feel as if you can’t work with me anymore-”
Kyungsoo’s laughs, reaching out a hand to hold Jongdae’s shoulder. “No, no, Jongdae. It’s okay. I’m sorry too-I overreacted. It’s okay.”
Jongdae gets that look on his face again, that stupid fucking infuriating look that Kyungsoo can never read and reads too much into all at once. The stupid look that Kyungsoo wants to mean what it probably doesn’t mean.
“It’s not okay, really, Kyungsoo. I want to explain.” When Kyungsoo nods, he continues. “I… kind of like you. In a romantic way. Kind of a lot. And I was kind of jealous, last night. And that’s totally unprofessional and I’m so-”
“You like me?” Kyungsoo interrupts. “You like-like me?”
Jongdae chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. “What is this, high school?”
Kyungsoo rolls his eyes. “Answer me, stupid.”
Jongdae sighs. “Yes, okay, I like you. A lot. I’m sorry if this makes things awkward, but I thought you deserved an explanation.”
“Why do you like me?”
Jongdae squints, but he doesn’t protest. “You’re-patient. Kind, deep down in there. Cute. Infuriating in the best way,” he pauses with an awkward chuckle. “You’re attractive, you have very nice lips…”
He trails off, probably because Kyungsoo is grinning widely. Kyungsoo is grinning widely and grabbing Jongdae by the tie and pulling him closer and kissing him. Kyungsoo lifts one hand, lets it rest on the back of Jongdae’s neck and presses harder. It causes Jongdae to jerk and their noses bump. They both pull back with an awkward chuckle.
Kyungsoo’s face burns bright red, but he doesn’t stop smiling. “I like you, too.”
Jongdae smiles so wide it crinkles at the corner of his eyes, just how Kyungsoo likes. “Really? So I can kiss you again?”
“You can kiss me again,” Kyungsoo confirms. “And any time. But I get to pick the restaurant for our first date.”
“Why,” Jongdae whines, throwing an arm around Kyungsoo’s shoulder. “Don’t you trust me?”
“Hardly. Dumbass,” Kyungsoo says, but somehow the words don’t match the bright tone of his voice or the wide smile that he’s still sporting. They never do.
bonus
“Fuck,” Baekhyun says, peeking into the break room.
“What?” Chanyeol asks, popping up behind him.
“Don’t scare me like that,” Baekhyun says, jumping with a squeak. He turns back to the break room door and scowls. “Jongdae and Kyungsoo are making out on in there.”
“Damn it, already? That means-”
“Hot damn!” Minseok shouts from behind them, clapping his hands. “I won! Everybody pay up!”