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‘Magine The OTP

Person A: B, shut up.

Person B: I didn’t say anything…

Person A: I know what you’re gonna say and I don’t wanna hear it.

Person B: Ok then, I guess you don’t wanna hear me say I Love You.

Person A: I take it back. Say it.

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Person A: I really like it when you do that.

Person B: Do what?

Person A: Live.

BONUS!

Person B: But I’m dead inside.

Person A: Then I really like it when I do you.

Person B: *chokes*

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Dream me home

1,412w; / Fantasy!au 

Walking through the snowy mountains with an olive green-colored bag on his back filled with camping gear and a thick, navy blue coat keeping him warm, Jongin sighs to himself because there is no one with him. He somehow loses his way instead of sticking with his classmates and their tour guide. Maybe they are all looking for him or maybe they haven’t even noticed that he isn’t following behind them anymore. No matter, Jongin thinks since he wants to be alone to be able to enjoy nature in pure silence. He likes that he can hear the wind howling in his ears. It sounds like it’s humming a soft melody that brushes past his hair, leaving it in a disarray, messy, and all over the place. Jongin likes it. He loves it, actually. A place taken straight out of a picture is what he sees with his own very eyes. It makes it seem like he is dreaming because a beautiful place like this should not exist. Why? Because Jongin is always surrounded by noise that never fully goes away no matter how late into the night it gets. It’s just always there to remind him that silence, where he lives, does not exist.

Jongin should perhaps set up camp near the mountain where the night will be visible for him to see. Maybe tonight he can speak to one of the brightest stars that always comes to visit him at night when he is standing outside on his balcony with no one beside him. Maybe today he can say hello and perhaps join it up in space where it is nestled in the deep abyss all by itself.

Sighing through his mouth, Jongin begins to ascend upwards through the rocky mountain to maybe find a cave or somewhere where the frigid cold wind won’t be able to reach him tonight.

Although it is still bright outside as of now, soon enough the sun will kiss the horizon goodbye and night will fall among everything. Maybe being alone isn’t going to be so bad, or so Jongin thinks. Maybe he is wrong and something will happen to him.

Maybe.

⭐️

The mountain air is filled with crisp oxygen that helps expand his lungs to take it all in and get rid of all of the air pollutions he is always surrounded by. It really does smell like fresh pine trees and crunchy, dry leaves.

Jongin watches them detach from the branch giving them life and float down towards the frozen water a couple feet away. It’s a big drop if he were to ever fall.

Jongin knows no one will come to aid him.

Jongin knows but he doesn’t seem to mind.

He wants this.

Or maybe he does not.

⭐️

The silence is almost deafening if not for the calm sounds of the small river filled with fresh water to drink. It almost makes him feel lonely except that wherever Jongin goes, there is always a couple of flowers swaying with the wind, and maybe it’s because he has spent a few hours alone wandering through the mountain, but it almost seems like the flowers are giggling and singing.

Maybe Jongin isn’t as alone as he wants to be.

Because the flowers are giggling and singing.

Jongin doesn’t mind.

In fact, he greatly accepts their company.

⭐️

Night has fallen now.

He has set up camp and has a small fire going to keep warm for the rest of the night.

He just had dinner that didn’t consist of much but it was filling.

The flap of his tent is wide open and his sleeping bag is thrown on the flat ground ready for him whenever he feels the need to sleep. But as of now, Jongin is sitting just outside his tent on a medium-sized boulder.

Looking up towards the atmosphere Jongin can see the sky moving like the waves of the ocean. There are a few scattered clouds here and there but they are not carrying any rain. There are empty and they stretch on for miles and miles.

And there it is.

The brightest star in the sky has once again made its appearance.

Maybe tonight it will come down to talk to Jongin.

Or maybe Jongin will end up falling asleep like he always does.

Except Jongin doesn’t fall asleep because the next time he blinks, there is a boy with a soft blue aura surrounding him and tiny specs of stars on his skin. They are twinkling, almost seeming as if they are competing with the ethereal being to see who will shine the brightest.

Oh, how beautiful is this boy.

His hair is black with streaks of blue and silver in them. His skin is a soft peach color and his cheeks are blooming pink. His lips are tinted red and his eyes hold the entire universe in them.

But his gaze is the softest look Jongin has ever seen.

It’s a gaze he is all too familiar with.

Can it be pity that he is seeing within those pools of swirling galaxies?

Is it longing?

Has he finally come to get Jongin?

“Have you called for me, dear earthling? I can only stay for a short while so please, tell me what it is that your heart desires,” the star speaks in a wispy voice that sounds like the wind whizzing by on a calm day.

Jongin is now standing still with his hands gripping the sleeves of his sweater and eyes swimming with tears that will soon fall.

It really is him.

“Kyungsoo hyung, is it really you?”

The star glances up from his golden sandals to look up at the human boy who has silent tears rolling down his cheeks. The star does not say anything, he only nods his head.

Jongin is blinking rapidly, bringing his hands up to wipe his tears away. “Are you looking down at me like how I am looking up at you, hyung?”

Jongin’s smile is the most heart-breaking thing Kyungsoo has had to witness again.

“I’m always looking down at you from the sky.”

Maybe Jongin is beaming with happiness but his lips are trembling and his voice is barely audible. “Are you proud of what I have become?”

The star looks up at the night sky where the other stars are in their comatose state, blinking light for everyone to see but for no one to ever reach. “I am always proud of you.”

Jongin’s paper heart is coming apart. “Will you still remember me when you leave?”

The star sighs, stepping forward to stand in front of Jongin who is still weeping. He brings his delicate hand up to place it on Jongin’s tear-stained cheek. “I am nothing but a memory inside your head, Jongin. A memory you do not want to let go of.”

“But if I let go of you then,” Jongin’s voice cracks, leaning his face into Kyungsoo’s soft glowing hand.

“I will be forgotten, yes, but you are only hurting yourself even more by keeping me in your memories. It’s not healthy and it’s not good for you,” the star whispers in a broken yet steady voice. “If you really do love me then you will forget about me.”

Jongin shakes his head, denying Kyungsoo’s cruel words. He doesn’t want to hear them but it’s too late for they pierce through his heart. “No, I can’t.”

“Jongin,” the star speaks in a comforting voice, tilting his head up to lean in closer until they are at a kissing distance, “you can forget about me but I will never forget about you. Why? Because even if you might never remember me, I will still be here in your heart.”

“But hyung,” Jongin cries, bottom lip wobbling. His chest feels tight and everything around him begins to blur. It seems like his time is up.

“I will always remember you, Jongin, and I will always be watching you from the stars,” the star mumbles as he brings Jongin down to press his lips against the human boy to kiss him.

Kyungsoo fades away with the stars and the night sky, only to be replaced with the morning sun ascending ever so slowly.

Jongin remains standing still watching as the last speck of stars and universal eyes disappear.

Jongin doesn’t know what to feel.

Maybe Jongin won’t remember Kyungsoo.

But his heart will.

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Be still, my love

3,253w; Royal!AU Age-switch

Butterflies. 

Perhaps a million of them flutter in his stomach. 

Dark red curtains. 

Gold carvings. 

The library is quiet. Rows and rows of different colored books fill the shelves. It is big, cold and lonely. 

Ever since his grandfather passed a few full moons ago, the boy has been all alone since then. Nothing in the palace he lives in, fills the hole in his heart, except for the boy that lives on the top of the hill. A boy as bright as the sun and hair as wavy as the ocean waves. 

“Remember to always be humble, Jongin. Don’t be like your father that is blinded by what he has. If a beggar asks you for money, don’t deny him, Jongin. Money is not everything and it cannot bring you the happiness you seek.”

Jongin looks up from the piano keys. “Seeing you makes me happy grandfather, so please don’t go.”

A grand piano sits in the middle of the room open and ready for use. White sheets of paper are stacked neatly, resting against the glossy black piano. 

Heart of The Soul. 

His shoes squeak on the shiny floor as he makes his way towards the piano in front of him. The keys are an ivory white that contrasts with the black keys. 

The bench creaks when he sits on it. He rests his right foot on the pedal, lightly pressing down and slowly releasing it. 

He sighs and places his fingers on the keys. They are cold and smooth under the pads of his fingers. 

Then he plays the first note. He closes his eyes and allows his fingers to fly over the ivory keys and take him elsewhere. 

It is hauntingly sweet and yet, sad. 

“Grandfather! Grandfather!” Nine-year-old Jongin shouts as he descends the stairs to get to the only fatherly figure he cares for.

The elderly man crouches down to envelop his favorite nephew in his arms. “My precious Jongin, how are you, my dear boy? Did you practice our piano piece like I told you to?”

The little boy beams with happiness, milk teeth on full display. “I did! I practiced every morning after breakfast and after dinner!” Jongin stares at his grandfather, taking in all the wrinkles that weren’t there before and traces them with the tip of his finger. 

It is as if someone sprinkled salt on his grandfather’s chin. “You have got white cat whiskers, grandfather. I like them.”

Jongin’s grandfather lets out a soft chuckle and ruffles the child’s wild hair. “And you have got messy lion hair, but you didn’t hear it from me.”

Tiny dust particles float in the air, moving gently under the rays of the sun. The curtains are drawn apart and tied with a rope. 

His fingers move slowly, gliding as if flying through the afternoon sky. His fingers caress each key, sliding down and across the keys to land on C major. His left hand remains on the left side playing the same keys and chords in many different ways, while his right moves from the middle to the edge.

It wasn’t always like this. He didn’t always play alone. His grandfather would sit beside him and tell him stories about the world and its mysteries. Words of wisdom would spill from his grandfather’s wrinkly lips, and it would always bring a smile to his lips. It would always make all the bad feelings go away.

The piece comes to an end just as someone knocks on the oak door and it opens to reveal his personal butler. A man in his mid-forties with graying hair and lines on his forehead. He is dressed in a black suit with a white pressed shirt underneath. A white towel rests on his left arm. Always ready to serve.

"Prince Jongin, your mother has sent me here to deliver some news," the butler announces as he stands by the entrance of the door. 

Jongin has his eyes trained on the mahogany wood of the piano but turns his body to the side. "And what is the news?"

"A ball is going to be held tonight at seven. Your mother has your suit ready in your bedroom."

A ballroom filled with many potential women that want to marry him. A ballroom filled with money hungry bastards and their mistresses. A ballroom filled with people Jongin has no desire to engage small talk with. Sounds delightful.

He hums, turning his body back to face the piano. "Do you have the list of the guests that will be attending?"

"I am afraid not. Your father has it if you would like to see it," the butler clears his throat before he loses Jongin in the maze of keys. "Your mother wants you to get ready now."

“Please tell my mother that I am busy filling my heart with artificial love."

The butler nods his head, bowing and then turning around to leave, shutting the door behind him.

❁

There is a gazebo surrounded by red and white roses, and a small pond filled with Koi goldfish and other living sea animals. Jongin’s favorite is the all-white Koi with orange lips. It reminds him of someone he has come to grow fond of, perhaps even love.

A calming scent of lavender lingers in the warm spring air, bringing a sense of calm to Jongin’s heart. It puts his soul at ease. The grass is green and dewy from the rain shower that happened a few hours ago. It smells like wet earth, and along with it brings forth a sweet memory.

“Something about the smell of wet earth makes me feel almost human,” Jongin comments as he pushes Kyungsoo on the swing.

“Petrichor.”

“Pardon?”

Kyungsoo comes to a slow stop and turns around to look at Jongin, and with a smile, he says, “The smell of wet earth is called Petrichor.”

Jongin slips his hands inside his slack’s pocket, right hand fingering a small velvet box where a ring sits snuggly on a pillow. He lifts his eyes up to gaze at the cerulean-colored sky and its clouds. He looks past it and imagines a world where he isn’t a Prince, and he is just Jongin. Kim Jongin, a regular person. Someone people don't break their necks to look at, someone that matters to someone not because of his money or because of his status, but because of who he is.

Jongin doesn't want to rule over a kingdom. He doesn't want to become king and be wedded to someone he doesn't love. Jongin doesn't want the weight of the world on his shoulders at such a delicate age. It feels like a fairy tale, and he doesn't want it. 

Jongin doesn't want to lose the last bit of hope he is hanging on to. The last petals of the rose are slowly coming loose and with it so are his tears.

They roll down his cheeks as he walks over the stone pathway that leads up to an oak tree where a lonely swing hangs from a protruding tree branch. It looks the same as it did that night when he leaned in and pressed his lips against Kyungsoo’s. The night he broke a rule and didn’t care because he was tired of holding back.

“Do you remember when we were children, hyung, and we would always play by the Koi pond? You always compared me to the all white one with orange lips. You said its lips looked like mine.” Kyungsoo rests his head on Jongin’s shoulder as he traces a vein on the elder’s left hand. “Do you still think that? Do you think back to when we were young and didn’t have to deal with problems?”

"Those old days pass through my mind always." Jongin tilts his head to the side to press his lips against Kyungsoo’s temple. They linger there for one, two, three, four seconds before bringing his hand up and cupping Kyungsoo’s warm cheek in his palm. He wipes away a few stray tears and leans in slowly to brush his lips against the smaller’s. They kiss once or twice. Maybe three times. “Why are you crying, my love? What is it that is bringing your heart inner turmoil? Tell me so that I may fix it.”

“I’m afraid that I might lose you by the end of next year, and it scares me so much that there is nothing that we can do to stop it, but I wish with all of my heart that a miracle happens and you don’t  get taken away from me because if you do leave, my heart won’t be able to take it, and I will wither away like a dying flower.”

Jongin sniffles as he reaches out to take hold of the old battered rope. It is dirty but holds so many tender memories. It moves when a gentle breeze comes by and ruffles his dark hair. It shines a warm mocha color under the sun’s rays.

This was the tree where he took Kyungsoo into his arms and comforted him.

“What are we going to do, Jongin? Your mother wants you to marry a girl you don’t even know! I don’t want to lose you, hyung. I need you.”

Jongin sighs sadly, bringing his fist up to wipe the dampness in his eyes. He picks up Kyungsoo's hand and entwines their fingers together. “Don’t fret, Kyungsoo love, for I will protect you.”

Kyungsoo shakes his head, midnight bangs falling over his tear-filled eyes. “I’m not worth protecting, Jongin.”

Jongin sighs, bending down to pick up a few green leaves. They sit on his palm, and he takes a deep breath in before bringing his palm up to his lips and letting out a gush of air. Green and orange leaves are carried away and float down to the ground. He watches them with fascination, wishing that he were like the leaves.

A red carnation flower sways by itself.

My heart aches for you.

❁

Inside the palace, maids and butlers scurry around like frightened mice. They make way for the young prince when he steps into the ballroom where a big chandelier hangs from the ceiling, illuminating the area with its bright white light.

Jongin observes from the entrance as they move the tables around and place glass vases with white orchids in the middle. Thick cream-colored curtains hang from the high ceilings, showing a view of the garden with its blooming flowers and pond filled with Koi goldfish.

No one really pays him any attention. No one ever really does. 

The servants work quickly for everything has to be ready in no less than three hours. Everything has to be perfect.

Because tonight is the night.

A hand comes to rest on his right shoulder, manicured fingernails sliding down Jongin's back to rest behind his neck. "Come, Jongin. The maids have your suit ready for you."

Jongin takes one last look at the men taking their seats with their violins and cellos and the women with their flutes. The man behind the piano looks up and gives the young prince a nod and a smile. 

The young prince bows his head in return before shrugging off the hand on his shoulder and leaving the room. 

He does not answer the voice.

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Women dressed in beautiful flowing gowns surrounded by men in their nicely pressed pristine shirts and jackets stand in the grand ballroom drinking pink champagne while eating the finest delicacies the royal family of the Kim’s can offer. Music floats in the air from a few feet away. An orchestra plays softly in the background in tune with the loud murmuring. There is laughter, tipsy giggling, women flaunting their diamond rings and emerald necklaces, men showing off how much money they have, what business they own, the latest vehicle they obtained, servants carrying trays with crackers and caviar, cheese and wine, small cream-filled pastries with an almond adorning the top. 

"Oh child, I worry he may be two-timing you with another woman." A woman with long blonde hair curled to perfection and a, long pearl-colored dress places a manicured hand upon her unfortunate friend's bare shoulder. "I would leave him if I were you, darling. You deserve much better. Find yourself a handsome lad that is loyal and will love you and your flaws."

The short-haired woman nods her head, her wavy locks swaying side to side. "You don't understand, Baekhee. I love him with all I am." She lowers her head in shame, lifting her black fan to cover her face. "But I suppose I must let him go then, hm?"

"I wish you true love and happiness, Sohyun."

The two lovely ladies continue with their chat while sipping on some champagne, awaiting the arrival of the king and queen and their heir. 

Behind the women stand a group of men dressed in their sleek suits and finest shoes. A haughty laughter comes from one of the round men. "Oh, but you see, I've brought my daughter for the young prince to see! Isn't she a beauty?" He smiles, presenting a young girl no older than sixteen. She smiles shyly, bowing gracefully. "It's a pleasure to meet all of you." 

The men surrounding the father and daughter step up one after another to kiss the teenager's gloved hand. "What a lovely young lady, I'm sure the prince will pick you to be his bride."

"Oh," the young girl brings up her hand to place it on her salmon-colored dress. "I'm not too sure about that, sir."

The elder tilts his head to the side and scratches his nicely trimmed beard. "Why do you say that?"

A small blush settles on her cheeks. "Because they are many other beautiful girls here. I am merely just another pretty face in the crowd." 

Someone is standing near the orchestra humming along to the soft tunes, often requesting for a song to play. His eyes sweep over the crowd of unfamiliar faces that he has never seen before and others he would rather stay away from. He searches for someone, someone he hasn't seen in a while. He tries to make himself as invisible as he can but alas his mother comes to get him. 

"Kyungsoo dear, what are you doing here all by yourself? Come talk to these fine ladies," his mother beckons him forward where a group of giggling girls await his arrival. 

Kyungsoo doesn't spare them a glance. He gives his mother a blank look and responds in a bored voice, "I have no interest in partaking in your conversation, mother." And with that, he disappears into the sea of strangers leaving behind his flabbergasted mother and girls. 

He stops then when the music comes to a halt and there are trumpets signaling the arrival of the king and queen and their heir. Can he maybe get a glance of Jongin? Kyungsoo makes his way through the crowd, excusing himself when needed until he is in the front of the crowd, his heart pounding when he catches sight of the Prince dressed in royal blue and a gold crown adorning his head. 

Kyungsoo locks eyes with Jongin despite the entire crowd moving aside to allow the royal family to walk through them. But Jongin keeps his eyes on Kyungsoo, bowing his head and giving the younger male a sweet smile that makes Kyungsoo swoon and falls more for Jongin. 

"He's looking at me, I know he is," Kyungsoo hears one of the princess's say to her friend.

Prince Jongin is looking at me, not you, he wants to say but keeps quiet, stepping back to not bump into the prince. He watches Jongin from afar as the older male greets all of the guests and waits until Jongin is alone so that he can go up to him and talk.

❁

About two and a half hours pass by when Kyungsoo finally catches Jongin by himself standing in the front entrance sipping on a glass of water. The prince looks handsome tonight. 

"Prince Jongin?" Kyungsoo calls, stepping forward to get Jongin's attention.

Jongin turns around with a scowl but it immediately melts when he catches sight of Kyungsoo, his favorite person. "Kyungsoo ah, it's been so long since the last time I saw you."

Kyungsoo nods his head shyly, bowing his head in greeting. "It's been a little over a month. I have, um," he mumbles the last part because no one can hear them.

Jongin understands just what Kyungsoo wants to say. "I have too, Kyungsoo, so much." He then looks away to check if anyone is watching them interact. Thankfully everyone seems to be entertained with the woman who is singing at the center of the ballroom. Jongin steps forward, close enough that his lips are touching Kyungsoo's left ear. "Wait for me in the garden next to the Koi pond. I'll meet you there shortly."

Kyungsoo exhales shakily, licking his lips to calm his racing heart. Jongin is gone within the next second and Kyungsoo takes that as an excuse to escape the castle and go outside.

❁

Kyungsoo now stands outside by the Koi pond looking down at the goldfishes swimming in the mint green water. He sighs sadly as he kneels down to pick up a small dandelion and brings it up to his nose to take a whiff of the faint aroma. It doesn't smell of anything particular so he stands up only to let out a small scream when he is suddenly being tugged backward against a broad chest and dragged away behind a wall of grass. 

"Kyungsoo ah," a soft velvety voice whispers against his ear as warm hands snake down his hips to rest on his lower back. 

"Jongin hyung," Kyungsoo murmurs, relaxing into Jongin's hold as their lips find each other under the glowing moonlight. They kiss once, twice, five times, ten times. Whispers of I-missed-you-so-much and where-were-you, but mostly, don't-worry-everything's-going-to-be-fine. 

They stay in a quiet embrace staring into each other's eyes with soft smiles on their lips. "Did you miss me? Because I missed you so much, Kyungsoo."

Another kiss. "I missed you day and night, Jongin." Two kisses. "You were on my mind always." Three kisses. "I'm worried and scared about tonight. I don't want them to take you away from me because I need you more than I need anything. I want you, Jongin. I want you all to myself. For me to keep."

Jongin presses his lips against the younger's forehead and murmurs, "As I said to you two months ago, Kyungsoo, everything is going to be fine tonight. I promise you no one is going to take me away from you."

"But your mother," Kyungsoo’s words are mumbled against Jongin's warm lips and soon Kyungsoo is melting against the prince's broad chest, sliding his hands up to wrap them around Jongin's neck. Their lips slide against each other as their bodies pressed even closer together. "Please don't," Kyungsoo murmurs against Jongin's lips, "let her take you," he hums when the prince grabs the back of his neck to deepen the kiss, "away from me..."

Jongin pulls away with a reassuring smile, wiping away the tears that have started to leak from Kyungsoo's eyes. "Be still, my love because no one will ever take me away from you. I promise you that."

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I love your writing so much !!! It’s the best Kaisoo I’ve read in a long time and I can’t wait for more ^^.

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Weekdays

983w; Tuesday mornings are usually spent in bed snuggled up beside a human heater, a few good morning kisses, and a lot of giggling, aside from a few moans here and there. Jongin isn’t one to wake up early during the weekdays since it’s Kyungsoo who is the early bird. Still, Jongin hibernates like a bear, becoming super cuddly and wanting nothing more than to snooze for a couple of hours with his boyfriend. But on this particular morning, Jongin can’t stop staring at Kyungsoo’s serene face or the way his lips twitch or the way his nose scrunches up cutely in his sleep.

Jongin wants to lean in and kiss those plush lips, feel their smooth texture on his own. Maybe nip and suck on them until they become swollen and slick with saliva. Oh, how much he wants to. Slowly he bends down, his face nearing Kyungsoo’s when suddenly pale eyelids are fluttering open and warm brown eyes are staring up at him.

Kyungsoo brings up his hand to cover his mouth and murmurs in an amused, sleepy voice, “What are you doing?” He lifts his left bushy eyebrow when right before him, Jongin blushes a faint pink, all the way up to his ears. Kyungsoo thinks his boyfriend has never looked any cuter than he does now.

Jongin becomes nervous since he’s still leaning over Kyungsoo’s form, his face inches away from his boyfriend’s. “Uh, nothing?” He answers, giving his boyfriend a strange look and a sheepish smile as he tries to contain the stupid blush on his cheeks from spreading down to his neck. “What are you doing?”

“I was obviously sleeping if you didn’t notice.”

“Gosh hyung, can’t you be nice to me in the morning?” Jongin frowns, bending down the rest of the way to snuggle his face into the juncture of Kyungsoo’s warm neck. His hair smells really good and he’s so so warm. Jongin feels his eyes fluttering shut, his body relaxing completely, his heart slowing down with every inhale and exhale he lets out.

He then feels a hand rubbing soothing circles on his back, up and down, side to side, Jongin thinks he’s going to lose his mind. “I’m sorry, Jongin,” Kyungsoo whispers, turning over onto his side to snuggle close to his boyfriend when he opens his arms wide for him.

“Don’t worry about it, Soo. Let’s just sleep a little longer, okay?” Jongin wraps his right arm around Kyungsoo’s lower waist to hold the smaller closer to him as sleep begins to take him away.

Kyungsoo falls asleep to the steady beat of Jongin’s heart.

…

Wednesday mornings are usually spent with Jongin not wanting to get up from his cozy warm cotton covers, and an impatient, half-naked Kyungsoo, trying to coax the younger to get up so that they can go to their library shift. On those days, Jongin sticks out his arms where he quickly wraps them around a whining Kyungsoo and drags the boy spewing death threats under the covers where he proceeds to lay his entire weight on the squirming male.

“Jongin!” Kyungsoo whines, squirming under Jongin’s weight in an attempt to get away. “Get off, you’re heavy!” He huffs breathlessly, opening his legs to try and roll them over but he only succeeds in thrusting up against Jongin’s hardening arousal. He receives a low chuckle and a moan beside his ear and that’s when he freezes completely, pausing his movements and listens to himself breathe heavily and feels something hard poking his inner thigh. “You’re fucking with me, aren’t you?” Kyungsoo hissed, sighing heavily when his boyfriend has the audacity to laugh at him.

“Actually,” if anything, it only makes Jongin’s voice sound husky and alluring, dropping an octave, “I’m not fucking with you. I want to fuck you right now while you’re still dressed in my blue dress-shirt,” he breathed hotly against Kyungsoo’s reddening ear.

Kyungsoo, who was threatening Jongin just a few minutes ago is now hardening in his boxers, chest heaving, pupils dilating. “W-What?” He stutters, blinking rapidly when he sees Jongin lean in closer and closer to his lips.

Jongin’s lips are inches above Kyungsoo’s, touching but not quite. He gives his blushing boyfriend a smirk. “I said,” their lips almost graze against each other, “We’re going to be late.” And just like that he hops off the bed and runs into the bathroom chuckling.

Kyungsoo is left with a hard dick and a hard glare in his eyes. “You can’t just tease me with your words and leave me hanging!”

But he only receives a laughing Jongin sticking his head out from the bathroom door. “You’ve left me hanging this past week, Soo, so I’m pretty sure leaving you hanging with a boner is fine.” Jongin gives his glaring boyfriend an innocent smile. “Better take care of it, hyung,” he snickers, openly laughing at his boyfriend.

Kyungsoo splutters, moving to sit up on the bed, the bed sheets sliding down to reveal thick milky thighs and an obvious bulge in between his legs. “Eyes up here, Jongin. I haven’t left you hanging!” There’s a furrow in his eyebrows as he tries to remember what Jongin is talking about.

Jongin only smiles. “Sorry. It’s fine, Kyungsoo, I knew you’d forget.” “Jongin!” Kyungsoo whines, getting off from the bed to chase after his boyfriend to possibly give him a piece of his mind but stops short when said male steps out of the bathroom completely and traps him in his arms. “What did I forget?” “You didn’t forget anything, hyung. I only said that so you would join me in the shower,” he says with a cheeky smile.

The look Kyungsoo has right now is one that makes Jongin laugh. “You’re so…” “Handsome?”

“Yeah, handsome, whatever. Now, let’s hurry up because we’re gonna be late.” 

In the end, Jongin always wins.

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I LOVED THIS KAISOO THING! tbh, i searched for chansoo, but even though i don't ship kaisoo, it was amazing. the loveeeeee~ you wrote it so damn well!

Aw, thank you for your sweet message! ♡~

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i think i just read every single one of your works. is there anything more i can get? another tumblr, other writings or are you going to upload something soon? i fell in love with what you write. please keep it up!

Hello precious anon! (: if you would like to read more stories from me then you can head over to aff and search up monsoo, and then to ao3 and search up ughjongin. Thanks again for your lovely message! Um, I will be posting something soon (:

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I only want you

Summary: Kyungsoo’s friends seem to think he has a dirty mouth but Jongin personally loves it.

3,001w;

The moment Kyungsoo trudges in sluggishly into the classroom and plops down on his seat, that’s when his head nods forward and promptly falls onto the desk with a loud thud. Sehun, who watched his friend make his entrance, stares at him oddly before shrugging his shoulders and going back to texting Chanyeol about a new bubble-tea place he found somewhere near the school.

The class hasn’t even begun and yet, Kyungsoo can’t even lift his head from his desk. His eyes are too tired to open. He heaves a low sigh as his body relaxes and he falls asleep for a few short minutes because soon enough the chair beside his own is being moved back to let a body sit on it. Kyungsoo faintly recalls hearing Sehun greet the person but the elder is far too tired to open his eyes to greet them.

“Is Kyungsoo sleeping?”

Sehun shrugs his shoulders again, laughing at a picture Chanyeol sent. “I don’t know, but look at this! Chanyeol made his dog dab!” Sehun bursts into laughter, eyes scrunching up cutely, white teeth on full display.

Jongin rolls his eyes but joins in with his friend. His eyes flit over to Kyungsoo’s slumped form and frowns. “Soo?” He murmurs, closing in slowly to wrap his left arm around the elder’s waist, leaning his head on Kyungsoo’s shoulder. “What’s wrong, baby Soo?”

Kyungsoo, despite having his forehead pressed against the desk, flushed a deep red all the way up to the tips of his ear. He groans lightly, huffing and turning his head to be able to face Jongin, eyes still closed. “Long night,” he mumbled, letting Jongin lift his head up to bring him towards his chest so that he can rest his head there instead. There’s a red imprint on his forehead from being pressed against the flat surface of the desk for a little too long.

“Did you stay up watching anime again?” Jongin asks in a low voice, dragging his fingers through Kyungsoo’s brown silky hair to lightly scratch his scalp to which he receives a satisfied hum. Jongin gets a soft no and soon enough Kyungsoo’s head becomes heavy enough for him to know the elder has fallen asleep.

“Are you sure you two weren’t up messing around in his bedroom last night?” Chanyeol asks as soon as he sits down in his assigned seat next to Sehun. Both males fist bump each other before turning their heads to face Jongin and the sleeping boy on his chest. “Cause I heard soft moans coming from there yesterday night.”

Jongin narrows his eyes at the tall ball of cotton candy, quickly catching on to what he’s implying but not wanting to spill anything unless Kyungsoo ends up getting upset with him. “Kyungsoo and I weren’t together last night so I don’t know what you heard but I’m sure as hell it wasn’t him moaning. It was probably Baekhyun or something.”

“But Kyungsoo hyung doesn’t live with Baekhyun, he lives with Chanyeol and I and we both heard him moaning last night.”

This sudden information makes Jongin smile in the inside. He knows Kyungsoo is probably faking his sleep to not deal with the two balls of too much energy. Jongin is always amazed at his boyfriend’s acting. “Maybe he was in pain?”

Chanyeol snorts, shaking his head and turning around to face Sehun. Both males roll their eyes, leaving Jongin to overthink things as usual. “He was moaning your name,” Sehun says with a knowing grin on his lips. “He must have been having a wet dream about you.”

The door to the classroom opens and Baekhyun comes in with his hair now dyed a dark shade of brown. “Hey guys,” he greets cheerily, placing a bag of muffins on Sehun’s desk and a cup of coffee on Chanyeol’s desk. “What’s wrong with Kyungsoo?” He asks, coming forward to sit in front of them on a single chair he pulled out from one of the desks.

“He was moaning Jongin’s name last night.” Sehun snorts as he pops a piece of blueberry muffin into his mouth. He moans at the delicious taste, almost choking at the half-lidded look Baekhyun sends his way. “Are you satisfying your boyfriend, Jongin? I mean he was probably using a dildo cause you’re not doing your job well—”

Kyungsoo rouses from his sleep with half-lidded eyes and puffy lips. He stares straight ahead at Sehun who is still grinning, hand gripping the muffin in his hand. “Shut the hell up, Sehun. Jongin’s dick always gives me the best orgasms.”

Jongin’s entire face flushed a deep red, yet he smirks with pride when Sehun and Chanyeol start choking. Baekhyun rolls his eyes at his sleepy friend. “Leave it to Kyungsoo to say dirty things so early in the morning.”

“Huh?” Kyungsoo blinks several times as he attempts to wake up from his drowsy state. “It’s so true, though!” He whines, nuzzling his nose into Jongin’s neck like a needy kitty. “I love Jongin’s dick, it’s the best I have ever had.”

“You can always try other dicks you know,” Chanyeol comments as soon as he’s breathing again, though his face is still flushed.

“I only want Jongin’s dick in my ass, now shut the fuck up and let me sleep.” With that, the brown haired male snuggles impossibly closer to his boyfriend and falls asleep again.

Jongin has no idea what just transpired in a matter of minutes but he’s not mad at whatever happened either. Baekhyun looks shellshocked, Chanyeol has spilled his coffee all over his jeans, and Sehun won’t stop grinning.

“Wow, he wasn’t even embarrassed about us knowing what he was doing last night.”

Kyungsoo’s eyes open once more and he focuses them on Chanyeol. “I wasn’t having a wet dream, stupid. I stepped on a fucking lego last night.”

“Since when do you even play with legos?” Baekhyun wonders out loud, taking a chocolate chip muffin from the bag. His question goes unanswered so he busies himself by stuffing his mouth with sweet bread.

“Well, then why were you moaning Jongin’s name last night?”

“Cause we were having phone sex,” Jongin deadpans, turning his head to meet his lips with Kyungsoo’s. Kyungsoo’s lips stretch into a lazy grin, eyes twinkling with pure love for Jongin.

All three boys scrunch their eyebrows in disgust. “Gross,” they chorused together. “Yeah, like get a fucking room.” Sehun grunts over a mouthful of muffin.

“How about you man up and fuck Baek already, Sehun? I mean you’re not that innocent either,” Kyungsoo rolls his eyes, biting his lip to hold in a moan when Jongin’s fingers trail lightly down his neck. Goosebumps appear on his flesh. “Don’t you remember what happened four days ago?”

“God, please don’t say it!”

Baekhyun jumps up from his seat, slamming his hands against Chanyeol’s desk, scaring the taller male and causing him to burn his tongue. “Oh Sehun likes me? What the actual fuck?”

“Who wouldn’t like you, though? You’re sexy as fuck, Baekhyun,” Chanyeol mumbles over his cup of coffee after recovering from burning his tongue.

“What happened four days ago?” Baekhyun looks way too eager and excited to know and Kyungsoo has always loved to make Sehun flustered. “Come on, tell me, Kyungsoo!

“I caught him—”

“Kyungsoo, no!”

“Dry humping his pillow while moaning your name.”

Jongin bursts into loud laughter, bending forward with Kyungsoo still snuggled close to him. “Wow, Sehun. And you call Kyungsoo and I gross.” He continues to laugh at a miserable Sehun who won’t stop banging his head against his desk.

“Shut up!” Sehun whines, looking like a kicked puppy as he stomps his feet on the ground. “You’re the worst Kyungsoo. I hope you choke on a dick.”

Kyungsoo offers him a smirk, his teeth showing. He winks at his friend. “I’ve already choked on Jongin’s.”

“What the fuck!”

Joonmyeon, the class president makes himself present as he sits beside Baekhyun. “Um, I hope you guys know that class has been canceled and you all have been sitting in an empty classroom for the past half hour.” He giggles behind his hand but quickly shuts up when Sehun yells, throwing the muffin wrapper at Kyungsoo.

“Jongin! Can’t you stuff your fist in Kyungsoo’s mouth to shut him up?” Sehun couldn’t stop his cheeks from flushing no matter how hard he tries because Baekhyun keeps on winking at him obnoxiously and Chanyeol won’t stop waggling his eyebrows.

“I would rather have Jongin shove his fist up my ass. I bet that would feel—” This time, though, all the other boys leave the table, as they can’t handle Kyungsoo and his responses, and quickly scurry out of the classroom to get away from the shorter male and boyfriend.

Kyungsoo and Jongin stay alone in class giggling at each other but soon enough it ends with them kissing a whole lot. “You know,” Kyungsoo murmurs as he lightly touches Jongin’s chest over his shirt, “I really wouldn’t mind having your dick up my ass right about now,” he hums, placing his lips against Jongin’s heated skin.

Jongin lets out a low groan and soon enough he’s leaving the classroom with a firm grip on Kyungsoo’s wrist. They pass by their group of friends who are standing by a tree outside in the courtyard.

“Gonna go choke on Jongin’s dick, Kyungsoo?” Sehun calls behind after the couple as they pass him, Chanyeol, and Baekhyun.

“Gonna go fuck Baek’s ass, Sehun? Probably not. I bet Chanyeol will, though!” Kyungsoo yells over his shoulder, squeaking in shock when Jongin picks him up and throws him over his shoulder, slapping his ass to shut him up.

“They’ll both fuck me!” Baekhyun yells with an excited grin stretched on his lips.

“Jongin!” Kyungsoo whines, giggling as his boyfriend starts groping his ass in public. He gives his friends a thumbs up before disappearing from view.

Sehun is left behind with a scandalized look on his face as everyone milling around the courtyard turn to face him and openly laugh. He ducks his head in embarrassment, jabbing Chanyeol in the ribs when the taller male nods his head in approval, muttering, “I’m so down for that,” and flicks up his middle finger to Kyungsoo and his boyfriend who have disappeared around the corner of the building.

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As soon as they are inside of the apartment Kyungsoo shares with Chanyeol and Sehun, Jongin backs Kyungsoo against the front door and begins to kiss the breath out of him. “You’re too fucking much, Kyungsoo,” Jongin breathes hotly against his boyfriend’s lips.

Kyungsoo tugs up Jongin’s shirt to rid him of it, splaying his hands all over his boyfriend’s toned torso. “Less talking and more fucking,” he mumbles against the younger’s lips as Kyungsoo presses himself closer to Jongin, grinding his lower half against the younger’s firm thigh.

“Impatient today, huh?” Jongin muses, pushing his boyfriend back to pick him by his thighs and bring him to his bedroom where Jongin proceeds to strip his needy boyfriend and himself from their clothes. “You were so fucking sexy today, Kyungsoo. I love that dirty mouth of yours, especially when it’s around my cock,” his hot breath fans over Kyungsoo’s dusky nipple before a wet tongue makes contact with it.

“Jongin,” Kyungsoo releases a breathless moan, bucking his hips up to brush his cock over Jongin’s chest. Another moan leaves his swollen lips when Jongin wraps his mouth around his nub and sucks hard enough to leave a bright red hickey in its wake. “Jongin just,” he chokes on another moan, body writhing on his green bed sheets as Jongin leaves wet, open mouthed kisses down his heaving torso, down his soft toned stomach, scattering feathery kisses across his hip bones and pelvis, straight down to the small patch of hair surrounding his hardened arousal.

Jongin nuzzles his nose against the base of Kyungsoo’s cock, inhaling deeply to commit the smell of Kyungsoo’s natural scent to memory. He lets out a low moan, lips tugging at the corners as his fingers grip the elder’s thick thighs to spread them apart to better accommodate his body between his boyfriend’s legs. He then brings up his fingers to slide them through his boyfriend’s pubic hair, smiling when Kyungsoo whines at him to stop teasing.

“Alright, baby,” he coos in a gentle voice, bringing his hand up to wrap it around Kyungsoo’s leaking cock. “Tell me what you want me to do to you,” Jongin’s voice is breathy, filled with lust as he drags his slick tongue over the head of his boyfriend’s swollen arousal.

Kyungsoo’s mind is turning into liquid right before Jongin’s eyes. Soft wispy moans leave his mouth, red-tipped fingertips slide through Jongin’s damp locks to grip tightly. “I want…” he sighs in pleasure, thighs twitching at having Jongin’s hot mouth over his cock, swallowing around him. “I want you to fuck me hard, drag your cock in my walls, feel me clamp around you, oh,” his hips buck upwards, back arching off of the bed, “hear me moan your name, listen to me scream in pleasure, watch me choke as I come, Jongin please!”

Jongin wastes no time and hurriedly grabs the bottle of lube he keeps in Kyungsoo’s drawer, not bothering to roll on a condom knowing they are both clean. He takes his time stretching his boyfriend’s winking hole until it can fit four of his fingers.

“Might as well, fist me if you have all four of your fingers in my ass,” comes Kyungsoo’s breathless voice.

Jongin chuckles, curling his fingers upward to brush them lightly against Kyungsoo’s sensitive bundle of nerves. “I just might if you keep talking like that to me.”

Kyungsoo clenches around Jongin’s fingers, lips forming into a smirk as he lets out a wanton moan. “I would like that very much, Jongin.”

The squelching sounds surrounding his fingers, heavy breathing and low moans have Jongin going crazy with wanting to claim Kyungsoo already. “Are you ready, Soo?”

A small nod of the head and Jongin is balls deep inside of Kyungsoo’s hole, hot velvety walls clamp his dick in a vice grip. If Kyungsoo keeps holding onto him like this, he’s not going to last a minute. “Relax baby,” Jongin plants his hands beside Kyungsoo’s head, sliding his dick in and out experimentally, checking his boyfriend’s face for any discomfort but only finds pure bliss instead. At that, he sits back on his shins, gripping Kyungsoo’s thighs to bring his lower body closer so that his ass is basically on Jongin’s lap.

Kyungsoo’s heart leapt into his throat at the intense look Jongin gives him and brings his hands up to grip Jongin’s forearms as his boyfriend starts to snap his hips forward, rolling them in a way that has the tip of his cock prodding against Kyungsoo’s prostate, causing his boyfriend to let out a high pitched moan, lips opening to let out more sounds, cheeks, neck, and torso completely flushed the prettiest pink Jongin’s ever seen. “Jongin, more! Again, again!”

Jongin gives Kyungsoo what he wants, tan hands sliding down to grip the elder’s plush, firm ass, squeezing the flesh in his palms as he thrusts harder and faster, making sure to slide his cock in and out so that Kyungsoo can feel each slide, rolling his hips to hit that stop yet again. Kyungsoo’s toes curl in delight, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks, chin tilted up towards the ceiling. Sensual, throaty groans spill through his lovely mouth, ass pushing forward to grind against Jongin’s cock, greedy hole sucking more of the cock sliding in and out of it.

A familiar burn begins to collect in the pit of his stomach that has Kyungsoo whimpering and screaming Jongin’s name loudly, thighs moving to wrap them around his boyfriend’s slick waist, hitching his body up to hide his face in Jongin’s sweaty neck. He now bounces on Jongin’s lap desperately, rolling his ass in fast circles, moaning sensually, groaning throatily against the younger’s left ear. “Jongin,” his voice is lusty and deep, sounding hoarse from the constant yelling. “You’re so good to me,” he praises his boyfriend, hands gripping Jongin’s shoulders, whimpering when his boyfriend lies flat on his back, planting his feet firmly on the mattress and begins to snap his hips up, veiny hands spreading Kyungsoo’s ass cheeks wide.

“Gonna cum deep in that sweet ass of yours, Kyungsoo,” Jongin groans, chest heaving and heart working over time to keep a steady pace. Soon enough Jongin begins to feel that familiar burn collecting in his lower belly and his hips stutter, dick twitching in Kyungsoo’s pulsing hole, spilling translucent white into his whimpering boyfriend. Kyungsoo clenches hard around him, hitching moans spilling from red lips. There is a sticky wetness now coating their chests but they’re fully satiated, completely breathless and sore.

Their muscles feel like they’re on fire.

“How was that, baby Soo?” Jongin asks a little after five minutes of trying to catch their breaths. He watches how Kyungsoo lifts his head from where it was hiding previously and smiles shyly at him. His cheeks are still flushed, lips now a pink color, sweaty brown hair clinging to his forehead.

“I love your dick, it’s the best I have ever had and the only one I will ever want.”

Jongin snorts, rolling them over as he begins to soften and slips out of Kyungsoo spasming hole. He gives the elder a soft kiss on the lips, wrapping a loose arm around the smaller male to spoon him from behind. “What about me?” He chuckles, nuzzling his nose down Kyungsoo’s sweaty neck.

Kyungsoo giggles cutely, turning over so that he’s facing Jongin, lifting his thigh up to wrap it around the younger’s nude hip. He kisses his boyfriend sweetly, smiling in the kiss when Jongin holds him close to his still sweaty torso. “I only want you, Jongin.”

(Note: Taken from my aff page lol)

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i hope you make a series of drabbles out of 'Something'. i'm so curious to see how it goes. again, your writing really blows me away :3 i get so excited when i see you post a drabble every time. i even went to your blog to see if you updated when there was a pause period of no drabbles, hehe ><

Your message is so sweet (: I've been wanting to post short drabbles on this blog but I've been busy writing a story with my friend. Um, I actually have a few drabbles lined up for this little series. So please wait for it!

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Omg your drabbles TT they're so precious i'm a fan

(⁄ ⁄•⁄3⁄•⁄ ⁄) Aw, you're so sweet! Thank you for reading my drabbles. (: