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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      No_Archive_Warnings_Apply, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      EXO_(Band), K-pop
  Relationship:
      Do_Kyungsoo_|_D.O/Kim_Jongin_|_Kai, Byun_Baekhyun/Kim_Jongdae_|_Chen, Bae
      Joohyun_|_Irene/Oh_Sehun
  Character:
      Do_Kyungsoo_|_D.O, Kim_Jongin_|_Kai, Kim_Jongdae_|_Chen, Oh_Sehun, Park
      Chanyeol, Bae_Joohyun_|_Irene
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_BDSM, Alternate_Universe_-_College/University,
      Angst, Fluff, Smut
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-04-20 Updated: 2017-05-21 Chapters: 8/? Words: 10827
****** the bad boy has a daddy ******
by bbubbleddae
Summary
     Kai is a nineteen year old college student, who wears ripped skinny
     jeans, has a tongue piercing, and rides a motorcylce. He's
     flirtatious, and surprises everyone by the fact he's never hooked up
     with anybody, even with his bad boy appearance.
     Turns out, he isn't single. At home, he's Jongin, and he sure as hell
     isn't a top.
Notes
     i will say that this story contains the following:
     bdsm/ddlb, top!soo, angst, and i'll warn for any kinks used in a
     certain chapter, if and when it's there.
***** prologue *****
Jongin tries to tune out his friends' incessant jabbering, exhausted from last
night. He has a pounding headache, his hips hurt a lot, and honestly he needs
some sleep right now. He doesn't groan at his friends, though. Instead he
chooses to say nothing, and let them go about whatever they say or do.
His cell buzzes in his back pocket. The teen slips it out, a text blaring on
his lock-screen. Jongin opens it, and can't help the smile that forms his lips.
daddy

I'm coming home early today, boss called in sick. you good with me picking you
up for lunch, baby?
Oh, the many effects Do Kyungsoo has on him. Jongin's heart pounds in his chest
and his smile widens.
sounds good c: i'll see you soon
Chanyeol peers over at Jongin, smirking. "Who ya texting, Jonginnie?"
"No one." The younger says coolly, putting his phone back in his pocket.
"Ooh, is it a girl we don't know about?" Jongdae says teasingly, and pokes
Jongin's cheek.
"Shut up, it's none of your business."
***** do you promise? *****
Chapter Notes
     warning: 0-100 real fast, bondage, spanking, slut shaming
Jongin leans against his bike, thumbs tapping about his phone screen. He waits
for Kyungsoo to get here, as Kyungsoo said he would pick Jongin up-even though
Jongin is perfectly capable of transportation with his motorcycle. He sighs,
thinking about just driving back to their place anyway. But as soon as that
thought pops into his head, Kyungsoo's car pulls up next to Jongin's bike.
The driver's window rolls down, and Kyungsoo greets Jongin with an endearing
smile. "You hopping in?"
Jongin pockets his phone, pushes himself up from the side of the bike, and
strides over to Kyungsoo's side. He rests his forearms on where the window
would be up and slouches enough for his head to be fully in vision, for
Kyungsoo. His little, rebellious image falls from his face. Then his lips form
cute pout that Jongin knowswill make Kyungsoo abide to anything.
"I need to bring my bike home, though," Jongin's eyes are like a child's, and
he rests his chin on his arms. He sees Kyungsoo's smile falter slightly. "Can I
follow you instead?" The younger bats his eyelashes once, twice, thrice.
Kyungsoo slides his tongue over his lips, and his bottom one catches between
his teeth.
I totally just won.
"Alright," Kyungsoo says, a little worriedly. "Just be careful, okay, baby?"
Jongin nods his head-cutely, he makes sure of. He engages Kyungsoo's mouth in a
long kiss that takes both of their breaths away. As Kyungsoo is about to pull
away, Jongin deepens it with the tip of his tongue poking at Kyungsoo's mouth.
Kyungsoo groans and his hand comes up to tug on Jongin's hair. Jongin laps his
tongue around Kyungsoo's, running it up the underside-as he knows how his
tongue piercing makes Kyungsoo shiver and turns the elder on so much.
After a few moments of a heated make out session, Kyungsoo tugs Jongin's hair
backwards to come off his mouth. Their breaths intermix and their foreheads
rest together.
"Don't make me get out of this car and fuck you senseless on that bike of
yours," Kyungsoo says darkly, roughly against Jongin's mouth.
Jongin's slightly swollen lips curl up in a smirk. "Oh, I wouldn't ever do
that, daddy."
Something in Kyungsoo's eyes sparks that makes Jongin weak in the knees.
"Follow me home."
It is not an offer. But a command. Two points for me, Jongin cannot help but
think to himself. He loves getting Kyungsoo worked up like this oh so much. The
way his lip twitches, his eyes flicker, and his voice goes from caring to
demanding. It gets Jongin excited and arouses him every time. He knows he'll be
punished again, but if anything, it makes him more anxious and eager.
Jongin stands upright and struts back to his bike. He can feel Kyungsoo's eyes
on him, most likely on his ass. Jongin straddles over his seat, and puts his
helmet on. The bike starts with a swift movement of Jongin's hand, and he waits
until Kyungsoo's car pulls out of the campus parking lot. Once it's to the
exit, Jongin begins to maneuver his bike. Some college kids are outside the
building, a few stare at him driving his bike. It seems no one noticed Jongin
making out with Kyungsoo-and Jongin would like to keep it that way.
At least, for a while.
 
When they arrive at their apartment complex, it's filled with a bit of a
silence until they get to their place. Kyungsoo corners Jongin against their
front door, as soon as they are inside.
He only looks at Jongin a moment, then leans up to whisper: "Go change. I'll
start making lunch." And after he says that, he nibbles gently on Jongin's
earlobe. Jongin whines and nods his head eagerly.
Jongin walks past Kyungsoo slowly-after a slight slap of his ass-to their
shared bedroom. He hears Kyungsoo shuffle about the kitchen, in search of
something to concoct. His feet move to the shared closet, opening it.
There are two types of clothing Jongin will wear. One is his normal wear, black
jackets, ripped, dark pants, and garments with studs or rebellious graphics on
them. His other, well, he only likes to wear in front of Kyungsoo. He feels
like himself more when he wears pastel colors-pinks, blues, purples. He can
wear makeup with these types of clothing, crop tops, big sweaters, tight, light
colored pants, chokers. He feels more...confident in these clothes around
Kyungsoo than his best friends. Kyungsoo calls him pretty-gorgeous-beautiful-
each and every time, no matter what he chooses to put on.
Jongin ends up picking out a pale blue sweater, light grey skinny jeans, and a
black choker. He does not see a need to fix up his hair, and simply puts on
eyeliner, foundation, and a slightly tinted pink lip balm. Jongin smiles to
himself when he is satisfied, and he walks out of the bedroom. He smells
chicken and spices when he comes out, it makes his stomach rumble.
Kyungsoo spots him almost immediately and a soft smile graces his face. "You
look pretty, baby boy."
 
His hands are tied up to the poles of the headboard of the bed, and his mouth
his hung open with moans, whines, and whimpers coming out from him. The room is
so hot, and so is Kyungsoo's thick shaft, that Kyungsoo keeps on ramming into
Jongin at such a harsh force. Kyungsoo hits Jongin's sweet spot, and the
submissive keens: "Oh, daddy, p-pl-please, harder!"
Jongin is not sure if Kyungsoo could go harder-he's simply to kind a man to do
that to Jongin. But then again, Kyungsoo is a man of surprises too.
"What a slut I have here," Kyungsoo's pace increases at a rapid rate, and he
smacks the right side of Jongin's ass. He hits that spot in Jongin again, even
harder than before.
Jongin moans louder, wishing he could just throw his arms around Kyungsoo. He
is unable to move his arms, though. His legs are already around his waist, but
it isn't enough. Jongin feels his climax coming, as Kyungsoo repeatedly smacks
his ass, calling him a slut with each slap.
"Daddy," Jongin whimpers. "I-I'm so c-close, pleaselet me come."
Kyungsoo's hand wraps around Jongin's erect cock, moving it up and down. "Do
you think you deserve it? Have you been good, baby?"
"Yes yes yes, just please, daddy."
There's a whisper in Jongin's ear that tingles his skin. "Come, then."
With Kyungsoo's thrusts never slowing, Jongin releases with a wanton and loud
moan. The liquid spurts onto both their torsos. His breathing is still fast,
and his head is still clouded with the euphoria of his daddy still moving
inside him. Eventually, Kyungsoo comes with a groan and inside Jongin's pretty
ass. He slows himself down and aligns their lips in a messy kiss, one with
saliva dripping down their chins and tongues colliding.
In long moments, they are off their highs, but their breaths are deep and slow.
Kyungsoo unties Jongin from the poles, and throws the strips of fabric to the
floor.
"You okay, sweetheart?" Kyungsoo asks concernedly, their foreheads together and
noses brushing.
Jongin hums. "I'm okay."
Kyungsoo smiles wide, brushing the silver hair from Jongin's pretty eyes. They
kiss gently this time. "I wasn't too rough?"
"No," Jongin shakes his head. "Not at all, hyung."
Kyungsoo kisses Jongin's forehead once before pulling himself out of Jongin. He
gets off the bed briefly to grab a wet washcloth, then comes back and starts to
clean the both of them off. Kyungsoo can't stop himself from staring at his
baby boy, so messed up after sex like that. Jongin is so pretty, lips a bit
swollen, hair sticking in different directions, eyes tired but still beautiful,
neck covered in marks of claim.
He finishes and puts the cloth in the laundry basket. Kyungsoo lays on top of
Jongin a few moments, smoothing his hand over Jongin's hair. He fondly smiles.
"I love you so much, you know that, right?"
Jongin grins rather cutely, arms thrown around Kyungsoo's neck. "I know. I love
you too."
"Good." Kyungsoo pecks Jongin's mouth. Then he proceeds to lay next to Jongin,
pull the blankets over them, and hold the younger close to him. Kyungsoo is
warm and smells like vanilla and honey. Jongin sigh in total contentment. He
inhales Kyungsoo's scent like it's a drug.
"I love you so so much, hyung. I don't want you to leave me."
Kyungsoo snorts. "Don't be ridiculous, Nini." He noses Jongin's hair. "I
wouldn't leave you, not even imagine it."
Jongin looks up at Kyungsoo with such hopeful eyes. "Do you promise?"
"I promise."
***** love and fear *****
Chapter Notes
     very angsty chapter c"":
"Winter's coming soon, baby," says Kyungsoo suddenly as they're on the couch,
with Jongin sat between Kyungsoo's legs and back to the older's chest. He has
to slouch down a bit-since he is taller-so he can rest the back of his head in
Kyungsoo's shoulder. Honestly, Jongin hates he has to be so tall, being his
part in the relationship is submissive and a submissive shouldbe smaller than
their dom. But he's learned to cope with it over the year or two he has been
with Kyungsoo. He always seems to make Jongin feellike Jongin's smaller than he
actually is.
Jongin pouts his lips out, looking up at Kyungsoo. "I know," he nuzzles his
face into the side of Kyungsoo's neck. He whines. "Don't make me put my bike
away."
Lord knows how much Jongin loves that motorcycle. His older sister bought it
for him when he was sixteen, right after he got his license for it. He loves
how fast he can go, the wind blaring his ears, the adrenaline. It is something
he craves. But when Jongin was eighteen, his sister died in a bad car accident.
So the bike is practically his baby. He takes care of it well, he's careful on
the road, and he absolutely dreadshaving to put it away for the winter.
"I know, baby," Kyungsoo kisses Jongin's head, fingers carded through the back
of Jongin's hair. "But you don't want to slip of the icy road. And it's too
cold."
A small whimper comes from Jongin's lips. "Will you drive me to classes, then?"
"Of course." Jongin hears the smile in Kyungsoo's voice. He can't help but grin
himself. "Anything for you." Another kiss is pressed to Jongin's head, and the
younger finds himself giggling slightly.
They fall into a comfortable silence, the only sound in the place from the
television with some cliché drama playing. Jongin keeps his face nuzzled into
the crook of Kyungsoo's neck, inhaling his soft, yet masculine scent, and
puffing air out that makes Kyungsoo groan very quietly. He kisses the skin
there, and the older's hold on Jongin's middle tightens(though not enough to
hurt). Jongin moves his lips up the side of Kyungsoo's neck, and when he
reaches the jawline, he mouths down to Kyungsoo's chin. Kyungsoo groans in
pleasure as Jongin does that. Once the boy's lips touch his chin, Kyungsoo
lifts Jongin's own and kisses him gently. Jongin's chest flutters. He sighs
into Kyungsoo's mouth in total contentment.
Their lips part after a few moments, the noise of the television completely
forgotten.
A smile itches at the corners of Jongin's mouth. "Can we read something
together, daddy?"
Kyungsoo smiles back. "Sure, sweetheart. Go pick something out, hm?"
In that moment, Jongin nods his head and leaves the room quick to find a book.
Kyungsoo turns the TV off, and decides to lay down. He watches Jongin walk
back, in an oversized sweater and sweatpants — he's so cute— with the book The
Young Elitesby Marie Lu in hand.
For a while, they take turns reading pages and chapters, Jongin laying next to
Kyungsoo and on the edge of the couch's side. They enjoy listening to each
other's voices with the simplistic writing style and darker words, as it is a
dark book to pick out. But Jongin loves the trilogy, and would read it anytime.
There is a quote that sticks out to Kyungsoo, that Jongin reads aloud.
"Does your heart clench with each thought? That, my friend, is love. And love
enslaves us all, for you cannot have love without fear."
 
He rolls his car up to the campus entrance and puts it in park. Jongin
scrambles to unstrap himself, and grabs his bag from the back seat. He has his
normal clothes on today-dark jacket, black skinny jeans, a stud in his ear, no
makeup. Of course, that is since he does not wear his other clothes out.
Though, Kyungsoo would love it if Jongin would wear them.
"Call me if you need a ride." Kyungsoo smiles sweetly, rubbing Jongin's thigh
affectionately.
Jongin's lips pull up in that princely smile he possesses. "I will," he leans
in and their mouths meet in a gentle, chaste kiss. "I love you, daddy." Jongin
says against Kyungsoo's parted lips.
"I love you too, sweetheart." Kyungsoo says back with another grin. They kiss
once more, before Jongin exits the car and his friends meet up with him.
He sees how Jongin's friends are asking about who drove Jongin. And how Jongin
definitely says, just an old friend of mine. It stabs Kyungsoo hard through his
chest. He watches Jongin go with them, hands tightening around the steering
wheel. Sure, Kyungsoo understands that Jongin has a reputation, and friends
that might judge him. But he wishes Jongin would be open and honest about their
relationship, and to himself. He loves Jongin so much, enough to consider
spending the rest of his life with Jongin. However, he can't exactly do that
with Jongin almost completely lying to those close to him.
It hurts.
***** you pick *****
Chapter Notes
     kinda angsty but eh
Jongin remembers when he met Kyungsoo for the first time. He was sixteen,
actually, and had snuck into a gay bar alone. He just wanted an escape that
night, an escape from girls trying to fuck him, an escape from his overbearing
parents.
So he danced, got drunk, might have dry humped a few guys before Kyungsoo
touched him next. He recalls strong, yet gentle hands taking him by the waist
from behind, and a whisper in his ear that tickled his neck: "You're so
gorgeous." the stranger had said.
That was his first initial, genuine, pounding heartbeat Jongin had ever had
with anyone. The first comments to Jongin were always sexy, dreamy, hot, a
walking sex god. But gorgeous was one that he hadn't ever heard before, and
words caught in his throat when he heard it. Jongin turned in the stranger's
grasp, and laid eyes on the most attractive man he had ever seen. Large, dark,
entrancing eyes, dark hair, full, heart shaped mouth that Jongin thought
anything that would touch it would be the most sinful sight. His stature was
short, but he was definitely not weak. He wished the man would just ruin him,
there and then. Jongin had to kiss him, taste his mouth, and wonder how many
more have tasted him too.
One thing lead to another. Dancing, a very hot session of kissing, sensual
touches. Moments of ripping off their garments, lips pressed to each other's
skin. And then, Jongin was moaning, begging for the gorgeous stranger to go
faster, harder-spank me. It all felt so amazing, and surreal. Jongin wanted
more, so he received more rounds of pounding into his ass, smacks, and moments
of being choked by the man's thick, long shaft.
The next morning, he woke up with a throbbing headache, and aching hips. But he
was still next to the man who took his virginity, and called him gorgeous
before anything else. The male looked so peaceful, he couldn't resist touching
his face.
Eyes opened slowly. A smile reached the male's lips. You would have thought it
would have just been a one night stand, and the man would leave. But the moment
he woke up, he kissed Jongin right on the mouth, rubbed Jongin's hips. He
stroked Jongin's hair endearingly and looked at the taller with a sense of
longing and affection.
That morning, he had said: "You really are stunning."
A blush had risen in Jongin's cheeks. He couldn't speak.
"I'm Kyungsoo, by the way," he grinned again. "You?"
Kyungsoo... it suits him. "J-Jongin."
On the stand in the hotel room they stayed in were both their cellphones.
Kyungsoo took Jongin's and punched in something. Jongin didn't protest. He
showed Jongin. It was his number.
"Text me sometime. Maybe we can actually have a normal conversation."
Kyungsoo wasn't like most people that would just leave. He genuinely wanted to
know Jongin. This wasn't just a one night stand. But maybe it would be
something more.
Jongin is beginning to worry a bit. He has been eyeing his phone, waiting for a
simple text from Kyungsoo as the elder would do everyday on both their free
times. But there has been nothing. Even as he sits with his close friends
during lunch, he can only wait for it to vibrate once. The whole time, however,
it doesn't. He tries to engage himself in Chanyeol's, Jongdae's, and Sehun's
conversation at times, though his mind is definitely somewhere else. Probably
why he isn't entirely sure of what they are talking about.
"Yah, kkamjjong." Chanyeol calls with an impatient tone.
Jongin finally looks up from blankly staring at the table. "Oh," he says
awkwardly, "sorry, what were you saying?"
"Jesus Christ, man, you've been really out of it." It is Jongdae that says
that. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," lies Jongin. "I'm fine."
"Alright, if you say," Sehun shrugs. "So you totally just missed everything we
said?" There is a smirk that curls on the corners of Sehun's lips.
Jongin nods, scratching the back of his head. "Possibly."
Sehun huffs, while Chanyeol and Jongdae shake their heads in joking
disapproval. "What a shame." Chanyeol leans over the table and closer to
Jongin. He also smirks. "You missed the bet we've just made."
At this, Jongin's eyes blink, hand falling back from his head, to his lap.
"What bet?" The second youngest furrows his eyebrows.
Chanyeol and Sehun exchange glances and mischievous smirks, while Jongdae just
sighs and shakes his head with disapproval. Jongin continues to stare at them,
trying to read their expressions, however getting absolutely nothing out of
them. He bites the inside of his cheek, lips pursed and waiting for an
explanation.
"Oh," Chanyeol says. Jongdae rubs his temples, shaking his head. "You'll have
to wait and see."
"Try not to mind them too much," Jongdae breaks a silence just between him and
Jongin. They're walking together, to Jongin's bike(Jongdae would drive alone
but his car is in the shop). It's a little chilly out, and the sun peeks out
every so often, only to be covered by clouds again. The cold doesn't bother
Jongin too much, though, he's gone on his bike in colder weather than this.
Jongin shrugs his shoulders. "I just hope it isn't something too stupid. The
last time they made a bet, Sehun ended up with a broken leg and Chanyeol with a
mild concussion."
Jongin will not go into detail on what happened and how it happened. It was a
stupid bet and Jongin made them promise not to make one like that again. Yet,
here they are now and Jongin has no idea and doesn't want to know.
Jongdae laughs at Jongin's statement. "It doesn't contain any physical aspects,
per say, but stupid? Possibly."
"Don't tell me, still," the younger sighs. "I don't even want to know."
They get to Jongin's bike. Jongin swings his leg over first, throws Jongdae the
extra helmet, and buckles his on. When he feels Jongdae wrap his arms around
his waist, and hears the clip of the other's helmet, he starts up the
motorcyle.
Kyungsoo is home when Jongin arrives back. He hears the shower, and he sees
Kyungsoo's shoes and coat at the front of their apartment to know. Jongin
compresses his lips, slips his combat boots off, and his black jacket. Then
Jongin stalks to their bedroom.
He changes his clothes comfortably-baby pink sweater and light grey sweatpants-
not really wanting to dress in much else. His mood is a bit sour, to say the
least, and something as measly as clothes will not cheer him up right now. Just
as he is about to walk out again, Kyungsoo comes in with a towel wrapped around
his waist.
The older notices Jongin right as he enters. Their eyes meet, and Jongin gapes
at how hot Kyungsoo is right now-though Jongin shouldn't be so distracted, he's
still mad at Kyungsoo. Drops of water dripping down his face and body, well
built torso exposed, and the way he smiles at Jongin when he first lays eyes on
him. Jongin gulps and attempts to hide his sexual frustration away, and
remembers he's mad at Kyungsoo still.
"I didn't hear you come in," Kyungsoo says as he puts on his boxer briefs. "You
should have joined me. Or knocked, at least." He looks in his drawer for a tee,
and pulls out a long-sleeved, black one.
Jongin sits himself back on the bed, humming in acknowledgement and swaying his
feet a little. A pout forms on his lips. The bed dips beside Jongin, and
Kyungsoo's hand finds its way onto Jongin's thigh. He is fully clothed now,
just a pair of ripped jeans and the shirt. Jongin spares Kyungsoo a glance.
"What's the matter, sweetheart?"
Jongin pouts further. "You didn't call or text me on your lunch break," he
whines, twiddling his thumbs. "I missed you, daddy." Kyungsoo begins to
chuckle. Jongin looks at him again, almost in horror. "It's not funny! You
forgot and I got upset..."
Kyungsoo makes another low laugh, then grabs Jongin's hand, twining their
fingers. "Alright, alright, I'm sorry," he pulls Jongin into him, the younger's
head falling to the juncture of his neck and shoulder. "I didn't mean to
forget, baby, daddy had to work. One of the kids I'm training with wanted to
practice more."
Jongin grunts. "Okay, I forgive you," he says in another whiny voice, that's
really just adorable honestly. "Just don't forget next time, please, daddy? I
was so worried."
Kyungsoo lifts Jongin's chin up, smiling at him with utmost adoration. "I
promise I won't forget." Then he seals their lips together in a slow, gentle
kiss that emits a little whimper from Jongin's mouth. After a few moments, they
draw apart, and Jongin snuggles back into Kyungsoo, sighing contentedly.
"Can we watch a movie later?" Jongin asks, inhaling the scent of fresh shampoo
and spice Kyungsoo has.
"Of course, baby," Kyungsoo kisses the top of Jongin's head. "Which one?"
"You pick."
He almost hears Kyungsoo grin, and feels another kiss pressed in his hair.
***** nothing sounds better *****
Chapter Notes
     more angst c": but fluff yA kNo
It took Jongin nearly two months for him to finally work up the courage to text
or call Kyungsoo. He thought about the shorter man everyday, wondered what he
was doing, if he was well, what type of life the man lived. He could never just
send a simple hi, because Jongin was too... afraid that the man wouldn't
remember him, let alone want to talk to him. But he couldn't get Kyungsoo out
of his head—his beautiful face, his careful, dominant touch, his honey-like
voice, his genuine grin.
He slipped the whole night out to his closest, older friend, Baekhyun, and his
elder sister, Jiyoo. It definitely was not something he could trust Chanyeol,
or Sehun, or Jongdae with, at the time. But they both noticed something was up,
and it just sort of came out of him. They both knew Jongin had figured out he
was gay at fifteen, and full on supported him. Though he did get hit upside the
head for going to a bar under aged. Apparently, it did not matter to his older
friend. Baekhyun had hugged Jongin tightly and seemed he was proud of his best
friend losing his virginity. His sister was rather neutral about it, but still
kicked him over staying out late, only sixteen.
Their words gave Jongin a burst of confidence.
"Call him, he gave you his number. Clearly he wanted to see you a second time."
Baekhyun had said.
"Don't miss out on a chance you'll never have again." Jiyoo had stated next.
So Jongin called Kyungsoo. He was so nervous and a bit petrified. It rang maybe
three times, and then he heard that sultry voice that sent shivers up his
spine.
"Hello?"
"Uh, is this—is this Kyungsoo?" he managed to stutter out.
"Yes," Kyungsoo prolonged the word slightly.
Jongin had swallowed and shivered, still breath taken with Kyungsoo's voice in
his ear. "This is Jongin, uhm..." he inhaled and exhaled deeply. "From the club
two months ago. I don't know if you remember me but you gave me your—"
"I remember you." Kyungsoo chuckled and Jongin heard a smile in his voice.
"I've waited for you to text me, but you never did. I didn't expect you to
call."
Jongin's heart beat fast and hard against his chest. "Y-yeah, I wasn't
expecting to call either." he let out a shaky, nervous breath, a smile playing
his lips.
"You don't have to be nervous, beautiful." Jongin's chest stammered. "Do you
want to meet up? I'm free, right now."
"Yes," Jongin said desperately. "I really want to see you."
Kyungsoo gave Jongin his address. Immediately after, Jongin hopped onto his
motorcycle and left as quickly as he could. He saw Kyungsoo standing in front
of his apartment building, dressed in a black tee and light blue jeans with
rips in them. His hair was messy, and that time, it was blood red and holy
shit, it was so unbelievably sexy on him. Nothing else seemed different about
Kyungsoo. If anything, he looked sexier than he did the night they met.
Jongin parked his bike and removed his helmet, shaking his hair out from helmet
head. He got off and ran to the shorter male, unable to control himself from
hugging him tightly. Kyungsoo was a bit taken aback by the gesture, but laughed
and hugged Jongin nonetheless. Then they were holding hands and Kyungsoo was
leading Jongin up to his apartment.
They ended up talking a lot, just about every little thing they could think of.
One never left the other's side, whether it was on the couch or in the kitchen
that they usually were. Jongin learned that Kyungsoo is training to be a vocal
trainer, and working on getting his teaching degree for music as well. They
found out each other's ages—a six year age difference and Jongin was still a
minor. For a while, Kyungsoo apologized many times for taking his virginity and
thought he seemed like a rapist or a pedophile to Jongin. But it wasn't the
truth. Jongin was so taken with Kyungsoo, he didn't care whether Kyungsoo was
older or not. He told that to Kyungsoo repeatedly. Though Kyungsoo still
apologized.
It got to the point where he kissed Kyungsoo to stop him from apologizing any
more.
"I want you." Jongin said after a searing kiss, hands on both sides of
Kyungsoo's face. "I don't care about how old we are, you're so addicting and I
want you more than anything right now."
It was more than enough for Kyungsoo to align their lips again, shed their
clothes, and send Jongin into ecstasy an uncountable number of times. Jongin
was thoroughly fucked on the living room floor, in the hallway, over the
countertop of the kitchen, in the shower the next morning. His mind, that night
was all but full Kyungsoo Kyungsoo Kyungsoo.
He didn't bother going home or to school the day after, staying with the elder
man and wanting to just snuggle up to him all day. He didn't care about his
parents, his friends, nothing. It was just him and Kyungsoo, and that's all he
needed.
 
Jongin and Kyungsoo are both out tonight, Jongin going out to a club with
Chanyeol, Jongdae, and Sehun, and Kyungsoo going out to dinner with coworkers
of his. Jongin ends up going with a couple more people too, a few other guys
and girls. He rolls his eyes every time one of their little high pitched voices
pipes up, or if one of them tries to cling onto him. Honestly, he can't stand
girls for the life of him. He could only put up with his sister, when she was
alive. She was possibly his favorite person, right after Kyungsoo.
Two of the girls they're with are named Soojung and Jiah. And it seems the both
of them are more clingy to him than the others are.
Well. It doesn't help that the others are with at least one of the guys in
their group of people.
He really tries to shrug them off when one touches him or whispers something
sort of... suggestive in his ear. The music is pounding, and people are dancing
and drinking, making out, the normal things you would see at a club like this.
Jongin chooses to sit out with Chanyeol and Jongdae, Sehun dancing with his
girlfriend, Irene, and the other guys with theirs. He has had a couple drinks,
but he's not completely drunk yet. Jongin hopes to keep it that way, because he
feels like he'll be the only remotely sober one to get everyone home. Maybe
Jongdae too, but Jongdae is someone always full of surprises.
"Holy shit," Chanyeol coughs on his drink suddenly.
The other two raise an eyebrow at him. "What?" says Jongin.
"Guys, I think I'm gay, shit."
Jongdae laughs. "What are you talking about?"
He spins both Jongin and Jongdae around, pointing ahead at a small group of men
at the bar. Specifically, at one that possesses a heart shaped smile, and big
eyes.
Jongin's heart leaps, but at the same time, a pit drops into his stomach. It's
Kyungsoo, he thinks excitedly. Oh, fuck, it's Kyungsoo, then he thinks
worriedly.
More than Kyungsoo, Jongdae and Chanyeol gape at two other coworkers of
Kyungsoo. Jongin notices Baekhyun with them—he's a vocal trainer too and works
with Kyungsoo a lot. There are a few others and Jongin understands why they
would gape at them, because shit they're hot too(Baekhyun is very attractive as
well, FYI). They don't beat Kyungsoo, though. Jongin believes no one would beat
Kyungsoo.
Jongin decides to go up and say hi to Baekhyun (read - and sneak a glimpse of
Kyungsoo). When Baekhyun notices him, he practically squeals and hugs his best
friend tightly.
"I wasn't expecting you here, Nini!" he grins wide.
Jongin shrugs and smiles back. "Just hanging out with friends of mine." he
sneaks a glance at Kyungsoo, but he didn't notice in the moment of reunion with
Baekhyun, Chanyeol had come up to his boyfriend. Kyungsoo side looks at Jongin
with a smirk on his face. Jongin gulps.
Kyungsoo is flirting with Chanyeol, and Chanyeol is flirting back.
Jongin wants to cry. Okay, he knows Kyungsoo is probably just teasing right
now, but the realization still hurts. It pangs and tugs at his chest and burns
his eyes. He doesn't even notice Jongdae flirting with Baekhyun or the even
louder music. He doesn't even care for Soojung tugging at his hand right now.
He can't stay anymore. So he leaves. Jongin tries to ignore his
friends'—including Baekhyun's—and Soojung's and Jiah's calls to come back.
He runs outside and sits on his motorcycle. That moment, he breaks. Tears fall
down his cheeks and a sob threatens to escape his lips. He wipes his cheeks
numerous times, but they keep coming. Jongin hears footsteps come toward him
and a presence in front of him. But he does not look up. He is in no mood to
talk to anyone right now.
A hand touches his own. It's a pale hand, and he recognizes those fingers he
has known for two years. He gazes up this time. The older man smiles gently,
wiping Jongin's face with his thumbs. Albeit, Jongin cannot control the tears
again. He buries his face in Kyungsoo's chest and wraps his arms around his
slightly lithe waist.
Jongin cries silently. The only sounds now are the music from the club, and the
snow making it first fall ever so softly. Kyungsoo strokes his hair and many
times, he kisses Jongin's head apologetically.
"I'm sorry, sweetheart," he says. "I was teasing you, I didn't mean to take it
that far." his voice is shaky and worried. Jongin hates it.
Jongin hiccups. He doesn't say anything.
"I'm so so sorry, Jongin." he continuously kisses Jongin's hair, never letting
the boy go. Snow falls in their hair and on their jackets. "I love you so much,
you know that?"
The younger can only hum. He lets go of Kyungsoo, and Kyungsoo does the same.
Kyungsoo's eyes are a little glossy, but his smile is caring and sweet. Their
lips align very softly, and it makes Jongin's heart that was once sunk flutter
back up. It is the softest touch Jongin has ever felt and it warms him.
Against Kyungsoo's mouth, Jongin whispers, "I love you too, daddy."
Kyungsoo smiles, then pecks Jongin's forehead. "Let's just go home?"
Jongin nods. Nothing sounds better, right now.
***** if only *****
Chapter Notes
     a fluffy smut chapter...maybe ;)
Clothes are scattered about the bedroom floor, and maybe a piece or two on the
edge of the bed, on the brink of slipping off. Jongin is beneath Kyungsoo, with
only his boxer briefs on for now, and their lips on each other's. They kiss
slowly and deeply, with want and need for one another, yet with so much
affection that makes Jongin shiver and his stomach flutter. Their bodies are
meshed together, bare chest to bare chest.
Kyungsoo eventually lifts himself a bit, so his hands are on the bed and
holding Jongin in place. Their mouths never separate as he moves, though, and
Jongin throws his arms around Kyungsoo's neck. The older begins to touch Jongin
by running his hands up and down Jongin's sides. Slowly he grinds down onto
Jongin's still clothed crotch. A whimper is swallowed and muffled by Kyungsoo's
open mouth. The grinding ensues, along with their passionate kisses and the
rising heat of their bodies.
Lips eventually come apart. Kyungsoo's eyes meet Jongin's, both blown with love
and lust. The boy pants heavily, and Kyungsoo stares at Jongin's pretty, kiss-
swollen mouth. His thumb gingerly runs over the bottom lip, relishing in how
soft and moist Jongin's lips are. They are one of Jongin's most sinful traits,
the way they move when they kiss, and when Jongin speaks. It is a feature
Kyungsoo will never tire of.
Jongin tries to utter something, but he's cut off once more with another kiss.
It doesn't last long, but it makes his insides flutter and leap. Then Kyungsoo
trails open-mouthed kisses down the column of Jongin's neck, along with the
occasional nip, tug, and kitten lick. Jongin squirms, hands clenching into
fists. Kyungsoo thrusts hard into Jongin's hips. His mouth next latches to one
of Jongin's pert nipples, with his tongue swirling and teeth grazing. The other
receives attention by twisting it and pinching it with Kyungsoo's free hand(his
other trails up and down Jongin's body still).
The boy whines, "A-ah, daddy." His hands tug in Kyungsoo's hair, and Kyungsoo
grunts. His mouth moves off the nub, and continues down Jongin's sun-kissed,
toned abdomen. Kyungsoo especially pays attention to Jongin's middle, an area
that's quite sensitive and makes Jongin shudder in pleasure at the touch.
Jongin moans. "D-daddy, please, I need you."
Kyungsoo lifts his head up to look at the nineteen year old. His face is
flushed and desperate for Kyungsoo to do something—anything. Slowly, Kyungsoo
moves up, presses a short kiss to Jongin's mouth, and smiles.
"Forget about the rules tonight, hm?" he whispers, canting his hips down to
Jongin's, though at a gentler and slower pace. Jongin's breath hitches. "I want
to make love to you and kiss every inch of you and make you feel good. That's
all."
Jongin's heart flutters. Much like it did when their relationship was just
starting and Jongin akin to a schoolgirl with a huge crush. He nods his head,
pulling Kyungsoo down again for another kiss. It is only another brief one,
Kyungsoo going back to kiss Jongin's neck, chest, and abdomen, along with a bit
of teasing of the younger's nipples. Once he is low enough, Kyungsoo slips
Jongin's briefs off. Jongin shivers at his erect member meeting cool air.
Kyungsoo's lips meet the skin of his thighs. They move until he finds Jongin's
slight V-line, and tongues both sides a moment. Jongin shudders in Kyungsoo's
touch, and he whimpers, wanting attention in a certain area that he hasn't
particularly gotten yet. Kyungsoo seems to understand immediately as he kisses
the head of Jongin's cock. Then he takes it into his mouth, and Jongin releases
a breathy moan at the sudden wet warmth. His fingers entangle in Kyungsoo's
black hair. Kyungsoo holds the base of the boy's dick, circling his tongue
around it and bobbing his head slowly. He swallows the pre-liquid excreting
from the head, and laps up more as it comes out. Jongin breathes heavily, lower
lip caught between his teeth to suppress his moans. Kyungsoo's mouth moves off
of the girth, but then his tongue runs up the underside. Jongin releases his
hold on Kyungsoo's hair.
Kyungsoo averts his attention back to kissing Jongin's torso, and back up to
Jongin's lips. Jongin tastes Kyungsoo and a bit of himself on Kyungsoo's
tongue. They part again, and Kyungsoo moves to grab the lubricant from the
nightstand drawer. No words are exchanged as Kyungsoo pours some onto three
fingers, and begins with two. Jongin moans louder, breaths labored. He opens
his legs wider for Kyungsoo to settle between and push his fingers deeper. As
their mouths slot together again, Kyungsoo adds another finger and crooks them
in different angles to find Jongin's prostate. By the way Jongin writhes and
whimpers in the next moment, Kyungsoo figures he's found it. He smiles against
Jongin's lips and pulls away, removing his fingers.
"D-D-Daddy," Jongin breathes. "Please, I-I need you so bad."
Kyungsoo makes a sh sound. "Patience, baby boy."
Eagerly, Kyungsoo removes his pants and briefs. He lathers the lube onto his
thicker, longer cock. Jongin's mouth runs dry, like it always does every time
he sees Kyungsoo's considerably larger girth. But he relaxes, shuts his eyes,
and nibbles his lips, awaiting what's next. He feels the tip of Kyungsoo's cock
tease his entrance, but Kyungsoo still doesn't push himself.
Jongin whimpers, and attempts to hit Kyungsoo's chest but fails with a brush of
skin. Kyungsoo grins and chuckles, kissing Jongin gently and thrusting his hips
into Jongin ever so slowly. He feels Jongin sigh shudderingly, both out of
satisfaction and uncomfortableness. Jongin whines in the kiss, throwing his
arms around Kyungsoo's shoulders. As they part, Jongin sighs once more, but
this time out of comfort and contentment. Kyungsoo still has that warm smile
adorning his lips, and his forehead remains atop of Jongin's and the tips of
their noses brush against each other. Stillness engulfs them for a while, and
in those moments, both stay silent—save for their quiet breaths and airy
smiles. Warm, tingling kisses are stolen that Jongin craves for in each waking
moment, and he receives them now.
Jongin feels Kyungsoo moves his hips out, then snap back gently. He moans
softly, body rushed with heat and desire as Kyungsoo moves. His pace is slow
and gentle, and it sends pleasurable shivers throughout Jongin's body.
Gradually, Kyungsoo's thrusts become harder, deeper, but they don't seem to
quicken. Jongin whines and moans wantonly and desperately. He pushes his hips
down farther to take more of Kyungsoo in, and attempt to increase pace.
When Kyungsoo doesn't fully comply, Jongin whimpers again, holding onto
Kyungsoo's arms. "Faster," he breathes heavily, biting his lip. "Please."
"Just wait, sweetheart," Kyungsoo whispers in Jongin's ear. "I just want to
keep it like this for now." his teeth tug at Jongin's earlobe, grazing over the
round stud pierced in it.
So they stay as they are. Kyungsoo's hips thrusting slow and deep, and finally
finding the right angle that sends Jongin to the greatest high and writhing for
more. He hits the same spot over and over, Jongin's mouth formed in an O, until
the boy comes untouched with white spurting onto their chests and abdomens.
Their lips meet again with grunts and whimpers as Kyungsoo releases inside
Jongin and slows his thrusts further.
Through the night, Kyungsoo puts every amount of love and affection as he can.
It is all given to his beautiful baby boy and he does not think he would be
able to show anyone that same extent of love, as he does with Jongin. He does
not think he has done it in the past either, between previous boyfriends.
To Kyungsoo, being almost three years into a relationship with Jongin, is the
longest he has ever been in. He has never been more in love with someone than
he is with the boy. It's something he never thought he would achieve, loving
someone this much.
 
If only he could claim him openly...
 
...he could hold his hand and kiss him and call him "my sweet boy" outside of
their own home...
 
...maybe it wouldn't hurt as much as it does right now.
***** for your sake *****
Chapter Notes
     more angst whoops
"Hey, sweetheart," Kyungsoo suddenly comes up behind Jongin with a hand on the
younger's waist. Jongin is sitting at the high counter of their kitchen, papers
scattered in front of him and a pen in hand. He receives a peck on his cheek
from Kyungsoo, and then his chin sits on Jongin's shoulder. "What're you
working on?"
A whine comes from Jongin's mouth. "It's English and Literature, but my head
fucking hurts from it."
Kyungsoo coos. "Do you want pain killers?"
"No," he rests the pen on the scattered papers, spinning the tall chair around
to face Kyungsoo. "But I kind of, maybe wanna cuddle." he grins cheekily.
"Hmm, only if you finish your work, then I'll think about it." A teasing smile
plays on Kyungsoo's lips.
The boy pouts. "It's too hard, I don't want to."
Kyungsoo hums again. "Then I can't reward you, now can I?" Jongin's lips form
into an even more adorable pout, that Kyungsoo just has to kiss right off.
"When you're finished, baby boy." he repeats.
"But it's too confusing, hyung, I don't wanna do it." whines Jongin, glaring
down at the papers. Tears suddenly begin brimming his eyes. On instinct,
Kyungsoo grabs ahold of Jongin's hands. "My professor t-told me I won't pass,
but I don't understand a lot of it."
"Shh, it's okay." Kyungsoo pulls him in tight, stroking the boy's hair. He
feels Jongin's sweater paw hands clench his shirt. Jongin may give off an image
of trouble, but he has always been a great student in every class, especially
Literature. It breaks Kyungsoo's heart that he gets like this because he
doesn't understand some of the content — and that's happened before but never
in English and Literature.
Jongin's sobs are broken and muffled into Kyungsoo's broad shoulder.
Continually, Kyungsoo rubs circles on Jongin's back and pets his sweet smelling
hair. He makes continuous sounds of sh in a comforting manner. When he calms
down finally, Kyungsoo pulls back, cooing at Jongin's tear stained cheeks.
Kyungsoo wipes them away, along with the ones caught in his pretty eyes still.
"What did I tell you when you first got into college, Nini?"
That makes Jongin smile. "I can always lean on you, ask for help," he says.
Kyungsoo rests his forehead against the younger's. "And?"
"And you love me and always will."
"I still do," he pecks Jongin's nose. "I can tutor you, if you want."
"Please?"
Kyungsoo chuckles, and presses a light kiss to Jongin's mouth. "Of course."
 
Before winter break, Kyungsoo aids Jongin with studying for a minor exam and a
research paper that's about forty-percent of the exam's grade. Kyungsoo has
always been good with the English Arts, being an avid reader like Jongin and in
the industry where songs are written.
It has become apparent to his friends, though, that Jongin is suddenly
improving in that particular class(English and Literature). Numerous times,
Chanyeol has asked: "How do you struggle and then just get better so quickly?"
Jongin just shrugs each time Chanyeol asks that question. Even the professor
has praised him for improving, despite her contradictory statement a few weeks
back. Though, Jongin could care less about her praising... because Chanyeol is
becoming a little too nosy. Chanyeol's has begun asking if they — they being
Sehun and Jongdae as well — could hang out with Jongin at his place after
school. Jongin declines one at a time, coming up with excuses like oh I have
homework to do, or I'm not in the mood and my place is a mess, or My mom is
coming over(which Jongin is surprised that they bought because he and his
mother don't have the best relationship).
One night, he is working again with Kyungsoo, the older man providing him with
tips and ways to remember things for the up and coming exam. The research paper
has already been turned into the professor, and now it is just studying and
taking the exam. Jongin is pretty confident he'll do better, he has not done
this well in a while and he is honestly proud of himself, and grateful to have
Kyungsoo as a boyfriend. Kyungsoo lovingly keeps his hand atop of Jongin's
thigh as he instructs with a gentle demeanor.
Jongin is about to go and ask a question, but the words fall off his tongue
when he hears three loud voices outside their apartment door. The two look back
at the door simultaneously. Jongin starts to panic as Kyungsoo shoots him a
questioning look.
"If he said no, then we shouldn't come, what the hell, Yeol?" Jongdae.
"He doesn't just come up with lame excuses like that, so shut your trap."
Chanyeol.
"Shouldn't we have called him first, though?" Sehun. "Because I bet he's
fucking around with Soojung right now."
Wait.
"Nah. If he's fucking anyone, it's Jiah, you idiot." Chanyeol again.
Jongin can still feel Kyungsoo's stare on him. In his peripheral vision, he
sees him with inquiring, sad, maybe angered eyes. His mouth is pressed in a
line. For a moment, Jongin turns to Kyungsoo and mouths, I know nothing.
Kyungsoo only shrugs, soundlessly saying back, Just let them in.
Before Jongin even starts standing, the door opens. "Yah, Kim Jongin!" yells
Chanyeol. Jongin does not make a sound. "Dude, we know you're home, I can see
your shit here. Wait, there's someone else here too."
Jongin internally groans. He finally rises and calls out, irritated: "In here,
guys."
There's some shuffling, bickering from Chanyeol and Jongdae, and then they're
fully in Jongin's and Kyungsoo's lines of vision.
"I was for sure you'd be with Jiah—"
Sehun coughs falsely. "Soojung."
Jongdae rolls his eyes. "No one cares, assholes."
"This is life and death, Jongdae, you have to care!" Chanyeol exclaims.
"What is?" Jongin asks.
Chanyeol huffs. "Whatever," then his eyes land on Kyungsoo. A flirty smile
graces his face.
Shit. Shit, fuck, goddamn it all.
"I wasn't expecting you here," Chanyeol says, stalking closer to Kyungsoo, and
his dorky grin merging into a smirk. Jongin can't read Kyungsoo's expression.
It's... completely blank. Not even a smile back at Chanyeol, nor a glance at
Jongin. "You know Jongin?"
Jongin's pulse pounds against his head. His heart aches and squeezes like blood
is being completely oozed out of it. For a split second, Jongin thinks he sees
Kyungsoo side glance him. Why his chest aches more, he does not know.
"Yeah," says Kyungsoo blatantly, still with a lack of expression in his eyes.
"I'm tutoring him."
A part of Jongin wants Kyungsoo to say they're together, they love each other,
don't fucking hit on me. Albeit, another is so terrified about them knowing.
The next second, Jongin is watching Chanyeol flirt and suddenly, Kyungsoo is
beginning to smile. Jongin almost thinks he is going to flirt back again.
Jongdae and Sehun try to carry a conversation with Jongin, but Jongin only
gives curt replies. The more he watches Kyungsoo and Chanyeol, the more his
chest aches. The more they talk, the heavier and threatening the tears in his
eyes become. He can't be like this in front of them. They don't know him like
this. Not this part of him. They don't know how weak he can get, how easily he
can get upset, how much he loves and needs the other man in the room.
I can't watch this anymore.
Jongin gets up quickly, and ends up rushing into his and Kyungsoo's bedroom. He
slams the door, locks it, and slides down until his rear meets the floor. His
legs tuck into himself. He listens to the voices outside the door.
"What the fuck just happened?" Sehun asks first, annoyance in his voice.
"This is why we shouldn't have come, Chanyeol," Jongdae says.
Chanyeol snorts. "I don't know what the big deal is, he's just being a bitch."
"You call yourself his friend?" It's Kyungsoo this time, directed at Chanyeol.
The tears fall. A sob threatens at Jongin's lips.
"Why does that matter to you? You should mind your own business."
"You should treat him like how he's supposed to be, if he's actually your
friend," Kyungsoo's tone is seething, and Jongin can imagine him about ready to
hit Chanyeol. "I don't know what this whole fucking around with whichever girls
you're talking about is, but it's definitely not true for both. Leave it
alone."
There is a heavy silence from outside. Tears continue to fall down Jongin's
face.
"I suggest you leave now, before I call the police for breaking and entering."
Chanyeol makes a tch sound. "Fucking dick. Whatever you say. Come on, we're
leaving."
They bicker, Jongdae saying, I told you so. Chanyeol gets pissed, tells him to
shut up. The door closes with a click. Kyungsoo lets out a relieved sigh.
Jongin can hear Kyungsoo's footsteps in front of the door. He swallows a hard
lump.
"Baby, will you let me in?" says Kyungsoo, very gently. Jongin doesn't move, or
speak. Kyungsoo takes that as a no, and continues: "Just listen then. I know
you're scared to tell them, but you can't hide this forever. It's clearly
gotten out of hand, and I want you to be happy and open. Not about our private
relationship, but just you and me being together. I want you to embrace it and
love me outside our private lives. I've done the same, and I want you to do it
too." his tone is sweet and genuine, like he's next to Jongin now and
whispering these things in his ear. Jongin covers his mouth to muffle the sob
escaping. "I'm not saying do it tomorrow, but please, Jongin. For your sake,
please tell them."
Kyungsoo does not move. Eventually, Jongin slowly stands and unlocks the door,
allowing Kyungsoo inside. He looks as if he was crying a bit too, and Jongin
immediately falls into his arms in broken sobs.
***** trust *****
Chapter Notes
     i apologize for the long wait loves TT hopefully it's worth it :3
The morning after, Jongin wakes up to a brighter room and fully ensconced in
Kyungsoo's arms. He must have fallen asleep immediately after crying so much
and never woke up again, because he notices that he still has his shirt on.
Kyungsoo hasn't changed at all, clearly, maybe he was too afraid to leaveJongin
last night. His embrace around Jongin is tight and warm, almost like he never
let Jongin go or moved himself.
A little smile finds its way to the corners of Jongin's mouth as he gazes on
Kyungsoo's peaceful face. He reaches up, touches the skin on Kyungsoo's cheek,
then his soft, thick hair that was once short but are growing out fast now.
Jongin always liked Kyungsoo's hair longer, it's softer and suits him more.
Kyungsoo stirs slightly, and his eyes open. Jongin keeps his hand on Kyungsoo's
face, with a wider smile as Kyungsoo wakes up. The said male reciprocates with
another smile, touching the back of Jongin's hand with his own.
"You sleep okay?" says Kyungsoo quietly.
Jongin hums. "I think so." He scoots closer to Kyungsoo, burying his head in
the elder's neck and chest. Inhale, exhale. Jongin expects something, he
doesn't know what, though he can tell there's thoughts weighing on Kyungsoo's
mind and heart. Just by the rhythm of Kyungsoo's heart and the way the said
male holds him almost protectively, Jongin reads it well. He decides not to
ask, anyway.
Silence wraps around them. It is too sweet and too comfortable, Jongin
practically falls asleep again.
Kyungsoo shifting their position wakes him right back up. He hovers Jongin a
little, his torso over the late-teen but his legs to the bed. His smile has
faded, and his expression remains soft, nurturing in a way. Then the tenderest
kisses are pressed to Jongin's forehead, cheeks, and soon to his mouth. The
kiss doesn't last long enough for Jongin to fully process it, though it is
sweet and loving and that's all Jongin could ask for.
"Don't be afraid to talk to me, okay?" Kyungsoo says suddenly, his fingers
grazing Jongin's face, then moving dark brown locks from the younger's eyes.
Jongin simply nods.
 
 
Jongin is terrified is because of his parents.
They have always been... unsupportive of whatever decisions, actions, and words
Jongin made. Even though his grades were surprisingly immaculate, never did his
parents care about them. It was always how Jongin dressed, how he cussed a
little too much, how his behaviors were absolutely unacceptable (drinking and
beginnings of smoking marijuana). When Jongin got his first ear piercing,
Jongin's mother screamed at him for it. His first tattoo on his sixteenth
birthday (which is a beautiful, abstract design of Japanese lilies and a dragon
cascading his spine), his father slapped him across the face. They even
scoldedhim for riding that motorcycle he loves so much, whether it was given by
his sister or not.
Only did the screaming and slapping cause Jongin's personality to tick. He kept
his grades up, but his behavior was getting increasingly worse (or better,
Jongin might say). He brought girls home, mostly at the time he was fifteen
till he was just a few months past his sixteenth. Though, he did not have sex
with those girls clearly. Making out, the occasional, inexperienced messy
handjob and/or blowjob, but that was it. He knew he was gay, however, but
bringing a boy home and having mindblowing sex would make it all worse. They
couldn't know he was gay, ever.
Somehow, the night he met Kyungsoo, he managed to get away with not being
caught. By his older sister, yes, but his parents? He couldn't have been more
shocked than he was.
Jongin let that be for a while, about two months. When it came to arriving back
home from Kyungsoo's, after two whole days of mindless pleasure, everything he
could have hoped for, and at the time, a possibleboyfriend — he was caught by
his mother, sneaking back in.
She was furious. "Where the hellwere you?!"
That moment, Jongin knew he had had enough. He was tired of listening to his
parents, of their incessant nagging, of all of it. He didn't say anything yet,
though.
"Answer me."
Jongin clenched his teeth. "Why should I?"
Her arms crossed over her chest. "I'm your mother, I deserve an explanation as
to why you were gone for two nights in a row without a word."
"You see," Jongin scoffed and smirked, "with the way you treat me, I don't
think you deserve to know anything. You must be really fucked up in the head—"
"Watch your tongue, young man." says she, sternly. "I will not tolerate that
type of language in my house."
"Apparently you have for years with Jiyoo-noona, why am I any different?"
She only bore her eyes into him, studying him, but not answering the question.
The original scoff and smirk phased into a hysterical laugh. "You and Dad are
seriously terribleparents, you don't deserve me or noona."
And with that, he ran upstairs to his bedroom. He cried, and only came out of
his bedroom to get to Baekhyun's dorm and cry some more. As much as Jongin's
parents made him angry, all he wanted was acceptance. His lifestyle was all but
a stress reliever — from school, drama, and his parents. It wasn't going to be
his lifestyle forever, he knew that. A phase, was what it was (he's working on
getting out of it now, though, slowly). They never understood him, and what
angered Jongin more was that Jiyoo went through a similar stage. She never
received punishment or screams or smacks across the face. Jiyoo was a good girl
and kept her grades like Jongin did. And hegot yelled at. He couldn't bring
himself to hate his sister, though. Jiyoo was so supportive of him and the
epitome of a perfect sister. To hate her, it would mean hating all the things
she had done for him.
Some time passed. Kyungsoo became the only thing that made Jongin smile, with
their texts and calls everyday, and when Jongin could manage to meet up with
him. His parents grew ever more angry each time Jongin came back from spending
a night with Kyungsoo. He never told them where he was, just that he spent the
night at Chanyeol's, Jongdae's, or Sehun's.
One night, whilst he was getting ready to meet up with his new (secret)
partner, he left his cell downstairs. Jongin's mother happened to look at his
phone. There were texts showing up from Kyungsoo, asking what time they would
meet up.
When Jongin came back down, she was on his phone, looking through the texts
messages and her eyes burned with tears of anger. He paled.
The rest is all a blur to Jongin. He remembers more screaming, some from
himself. There may have been a smack to Jongin's face againyet by his own
mother, who would never slap her children. Apparently her son liking a man
changed her entirely.
Before he knew it, she shouted at him, "Get out!"
That's when Jongin grabbed his things, snatched his cell from his mother, and
left on his bike. He shed tears whilst he maneuvered the motorcycle, and tried
to keep his focus on getting to Kyungsoo's as much as he could. Jongin
remembers stopping a few times to calm himself down, overwhelmed with too many
emotions to handle.
It took him longer to get to his boyfriend's than usual. The sky became dark,
and stars illuminated the openness of it. Kyungsoo was waiting outside again,
his eyes full of worry. He overlooked the few more bags than Jongin usually
brought, ran to the taller boy and hugged him tight. The whispers in Jongin's
ear made Jongin feel safer, like everything was going to be okay, even if it
was merely Kyungsoo telling him how worried sick he was.
Kyungsoo let go, and brought his hands up to Jongin's still wet face. His smile
was beautiful and caring, and before Jongin spoke, he kissed Kyungsoo hard.
Maybe a bit too forceful, but he wanted to be sure Kyungsoo wasn't a dream, at
that moment. As amazing and real Kyungsoo's mouth tasted, he still had to be
sure. He yelped when he pinched his own thigh harshly, and Kyungsoo broke off
the kiss. A chuckle rose from the shorter male's throat, and he kissed Jongin's
head.
He had yet to ask about why Jongin was crying, or why Jongin was carrying
around more things. For that time, it was okay. At that moment, all Jongin
wanted was Kyungsoo to hold him and never let go. He wanted Kyungsoo to kiss
him all over, whisper nothing but sweet words, and urge his body to shake as he
orgasmed all over their abdomens. All in all, Jongin wanted Kyungsoo, and he
wanted to forget what happened earlier. Jongin wished he would make those bad
memories disappear, and that Kyungsoo would tell Jongin he would be his family
now.
With everything Jongin wanted that night, Kyungsoo delivered. It was all
mindless, beautiful love that Kyungsoo showed and Jongin couldn't have asked
for anything more.
When morning came, Kyungsoo was smiling at Jongin, fingers dancing across his
skin. Jongin sighed contentedly, eventually stopping Kyungsoo's hand and
keeping it held to his cheek. Kyungsoo's thumb grazed Jongin's cheekbone.
"Good morning," Kyungsoo said softly.
Jongin sent a smile in a similar way — soft, gentle. He didn't say anything,
rather the way he curled into Kyungsoo spoke miles. His eyes welled up with
tears again. Jongin couldn't control it. Nor could he control his sobs, or his
whimpers as he cried into Kyungsoo's chest. Kyungsoo could only smooth his
hair, whisper I'm right here, and kiss his head.
He eventually told Kyungsoo everything, and Kyungsoo never let Jongin leave his
embrace. The way he was held, kissed, and loved once again made Jongin fall
harder and harder for Kyungsoo.
Since that day, they have lived together, worked through Jongin's emotional
wounds (that are still healing), and loved each other.
 
 
Jongin is greeted by Jongdae first the next day. Though it's not his usual grin
and hey! It's him pulling Jongin aside, in the men's room, rather forcefully.
He locks the door and cornering the younger to one of the walls. Jongin's heart
beats fast. This is not like Jongdae...
"Talk." Jongdae demands.
He doesn't answer.
Jongdae sighs. "Please, Jongin, I knowthere's something going on. I don't want
you to feel like you can't trust me." Jongin stares at him. "I won't judge you,
you're a really good friend to me, I wouldn't do that. Not ever."
Jongin's eyes fill with heavy tears. He bites his lip in attempt to suppress
it, but he can't. They fall down his cheeks, and he is pretty sure this is the
first time Jongdae has ever seen him cry. Instead of calling him a pussy like
Chanyeol would, Jongdae hugs him. He accepts it, his head falling into
Jongdae's shoulder as he sobs. Jongdae is smaller than Kyungsoo, body frame
wise. But he's warm and almost protective, just not as much as Kyungsoo is. He
feels nice, supportive, and Jongin would be perfectly content staying like this
right now.
Jongdae rubs Jongin's back, shushing him calmly. Heavy breaths heave from
Jongin's mouth, and slowly his tears dry. Jongin sniffs and exhales again.
After a while, Jongdae lets go, and grins up at Jongin's messy face of puffy
eyes and tear stained cheeks.
"You're a mess," he says, grabbing a couple of paper towels and wiping Jongin's
eyes and cheeks. "Do you feel better now?"
Jongin smiles sheepishly, shrugging. "A little."
A hum. "Good," Jongdae throws the paper towel away, and faces Jongin again.
"Now, I still want to know what's going on. I'm here for you, I'm not like
Chanyeol or Sehun, okay?"
Something warm swells in Jongin's chest. And for a moment, he really believes
he can trust Jongdae. But there's that voice that still isn't sure yet.
He'll hate you, just like your parents did.
He is a friend of Chanyeol's, how could he not be like them?
Jongin just doesn't know.
Suddenly, Jongdae's touches his own. It's small and warm, but completely
comforting. Jongdae's eyes deem assurance and kindness.
"It's okay."
Jongin can trust him. He breathes deeply and says quietly, "Okay."
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