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caressingflamesThe four stages of friendship (and the one stage of love.) [Kaisoo; pg-13; au]
This is legit the longest thing i've ever written i'm sorry i tried
1. Acquaintance - noun, a person known to one, but usually not a close friend.
(This is the part where Do Kyungsoo meets Kim Jongin and decides he is nothing short of a nuisance.)
They're at Luhan's bar on a Friday night, when the place is a little too full and the music's a little too loud. The bartender has a smile plastered on his beautiful features, moving with grace from customer to customer as he makes them their drinks. One waiter is glowering somewhere by the kitchen window, eye bags as prominent as the defined arm muscles his tank top reveals. One of the kitchen crew - in particular, a cheerful looking fellow named Baekhyun - barks the waiter's name and Zitao grabs the dish that's sliding through the window, stalking off to deliver it. Jongin is seated right near the window, back up against the patch of wall between it and the bar. His presence isn't an oddity, especially not on Friday nights (and Saturday nights, and Sunday nights and - well, he's here almost every night of the year, really). Luhan's gotten through peak time without so much as breaking a sweat, his newly dyed hair still perfectly in place.
'And what's on the menu for Kim Jongin tonight?' he asks, voice light and teasing. Jongin's eyeing a certain wide-eyed boy with pale skin and lips that look soft to the touch. He's on the other side of the bar, happily munching on his food and talking to a man with a Spock haircut and a slightly demented laugh. 'That.' Jongin says, finger pointing none too discreetly at the boy with fluffy cheeks. 'The kid? You never fail to surprise me,' Luhan says, eyebrows lifting. Jongin slaps a smirk on his face and picks up his drink, reaching the boy just as his companion gets up to leave. The boy's eyes widen and Jongin smiles a smile that barely lifts the corners of his mouth because he's an attractive man - all properly angled and tan skin and the features of a model - and he knows it. And judging by the look on the boy's face, he knows it too.
'Hey,' Jongin says, exuding confidence from every pore. The boy nods as Jongin motions at the newly abandoned seat, and takes it. 'I'm Jongin. And you are?' The boy's eyes return to something resembling normal sized. 'I'm Kyungsoo. I've heard about you,' says Kyungsoo, a small smile turning up one corner of his lips. 'Oh, you have?' Jongin asks, raising one eyebrow. Kyungsoo nods and stands as his friend comes back, confusion riddling his features when he catches sight of Jongin. 'Yeah, I have.' Kyungsoo confirms, and he turns to leave.
'And I don't date younger men.'
2. Peer - noun, a person who has equal standing with another or others, as in rank, class, or age.
(This is the part where Kim Jongin feels his masculinity crumble, at the hands of a baby-faced man who refuses to acknowledge his existence.)
'Lulu, help,' Jongin whines as he dramatically throws himself on the counter top of his victim's bar, effectively knocking together a couple of glasses. 'First of all, I freaking work here,' Luhan hisses, rushing out from behind the bar to yank Jongin into a stool. If the other customers (it's a Tuesday night, so there really isn't that many of them around) think it's odd, they don't say a word. 'Secondly, my name is not Lulu. It's Luhan, and if you expect any sort of help from me then you better use the name that my parents gave me, and not the one the idiotic Kim Jongin registry has me under,' he finishes, handing Jongin some cold water. Jongin takes it and rotates the glass between his fingers, looking every bit the chastised toddler and Luhan wonders how something so evil could look so cute.
He gives in. 'What's wrong?' he asks, putting his dishtowel aside. 'It's... Kyungsoo.' Jongin mumbles, so low that Luhan almost doesn't hear him. 'I'm sorry, what was that?' Luhan asks again, disbelief in his tone. 'It's Kyungsoo.' says Jongin, louder this time. The shit-eating grin on Luhan's face tells him he heard it the first time, but Jongin doesn't have it in him to throttle the older right now. 'My, my, my. I never thought I'd live to see the day,' Luhan says, taking a couple of dramatic steps back because this - this is big. This is a maneater stuck on one man, after only one partial conversation and several greetings over the past two weeks. This is, Luhan dares to venture, Kim Jongin falling into infatuation.
Jongin looks up at Luhan with a dangerous glint in his eyes. Luhan takes a deep breath. This is Jongin determined, and Jongin always gets what he wants. As if on cue, the doors of the bar swing open and in walks Kyungsoo and his Spock friend, Chanyeol. Something's a little off in the way Chanyeol walks, and he gives everyone an explanation as he immediately makes for the bathroom. Jongin takes this as a golden shining window of opportunity and slips into the seat next to Kyungsoo, a grin firmly in place as Kyungsoo shuffles awkwardly. 'Hey,' Jongin says, and Kyungsoo braces himself for the wave of awkward he always feels when Jongin's trying to flirt with him but surprisingly, it doesn't come. Kyungsoo looks curiously at Jongin and wonders what's different, but he doesn't know the latter well enough to note the absence of the flirtatious slight pout Jongin usually has on, replaced by something that looks like a genuinely platonic grin. 'Hey,' Kyungsoo says, placing his order with Luhan because he's sitting at the bar and anyway, Zitao kind of scares him.
'So how was work?,' Jongin asks, tearing his eyes away from Kyungsoo because calm down, play it cool Jongin, you have to walk before you can run. Which was probably the wrong saying to use, because as Kyungsoo's rattling off about his (rather boring) day as an accountant, finalising income statements and trying to get it through to the interns that accruals accounting is absolutely vital, all Jongin can think about is how cute Kyungsoo would look running through an empty field, not unlike the heroine of Jongin's latest favourite anime. He manages to blink back to reality just as Kyungsoo asks him about his day, and Jongin feels his heart turn to mush because before, before he'd made Kyungsoo his target, he'd had many, many (many many many many many, Luhan and Baekhyun had tried to make a list but decided to call off the venture in an effort to not use an entire forest worth of paper) other conquests, all only interested in how his body felt under their hands, instead of how he was feeling in his heart.
'It - it was good,' Jongin says, suddenly aware that Kyungsoo's eyes are unblinking and only on him, suddenly aware that he's got Kyungsoo's unwavering attention. So Jongin comfortably rambles on about his day as a dance teacher, how the adults in the morning had all suspiciously (and simultaneously) come down with bad backs after witnessing a slightly more complex routine than the one Jongin had them all working on, and how this kid Taemin kept mastering all the routines Jongin threw out, while his friend Minho struggled to master the basics.
It should probably be mentioned that Jongin loves dance more than he does most other things. It should also probably be mentioned that when he rambles about it, he really, really rambles. Zitao is exceptionally good at tuning him out at times like these, Baekhyun instead politely tries to stifle all his yawns and Luhan just outright tells him to shut the hell up, nobody gives a crap about your day at work, look at me, I have to serve your lazy ass and make sure you get home in one piece. So it pleases Jongin that Kyungsoo looks genuinely interested, because not many people understand the joy Jongin finds in spreading the art of dance. Kyungsoo doesn't interrupt and keeps nodding even as he eats, listening to Jongin's stories and interjecting laughs at all the right moments. Chanyeol knows better than to interrupt and instead goes to sit in Jongin's usual spot between the bar and the kitchen window, deciding to make friends with the mysterious pair of hands that makes really, really good food.
It should also probably be mentioned that as Kyungsoo finishes his dinner, he notices a strange sort of warmth in his chest because Jongin's talking about dance like a kid talks about their favourite flavour of ice cream, and Kyungsoo finds himself liking that smile more than he should.
He still won't date younger men.
3. Friend - noun, a person whom one knows, likes, and trusts.
(This is the part where Jongin thinks about the word love, and Kyungsoo's still avoiding it like the plague.)
'Kyungsoo! Chanyeol!' Jongin exclaims as the two walk into the bar (again). It's become something of a routine - Jongin comes to the bar as soon as he's off work (about 6, he point blank refuses to teach dance at night) ('that's when it's meant to be expressed and free and uncontrolled,' he says, but his boss knows all Jongin wants is to keep his nights free) and Chanyeol and Kyungsoo come around at about 730. Chanyeol doesn't sit with Kyungsoo anymore because he's decided the pair of hands with the heavenly voice (and culinary skills) is infinitely more interesting. which is fine by Jongin because that means he gets to monopolize Kyungsoo's time.
'Do you ever like. Eat at home?' Kyungsoo asks, placing his order. 'Why would I do that? Lulu needs me. Don't you, Lulu?' Jongin says. 'I refuse to respond to anything other than my given name,' comes the reply, and Jongin and Kyungsoo smile. 'See? Told you so,' Jongin says, nudging Kyungsoo. 'What you really mean is you can't cook.' Kyungsoo deadpans. 'Give a guy a break, Soo. I'm already devilishly handsome and disarmingly charming, isn't that enough?' Jongin waggles his eyebrows, goofy smile playing on his lips. 'So you can't cook.' Kyungsoo says. 'Anything more than instant ramen and I'm lost,' Jongin throws up his hands in defeat. 'You're an adult, Jongin. Like a full-fledged I'm-responsible-for-myself-and-I-pay-my-own-bills adult. And you can't cook?' Kyungsoo asks. Jongin rolls his eyes to the ceiling because adorable as Kyungsoo is, he's also somewhat of a nag. 'Do you at least have a kitchen? Or do you even know what a kitchen looks like?' Kyungsoo asks again, and Jongin turns to face him. 'Yes I do have a kitchen and I bet for all your talk you can barely even boil an egg,' Jongin says, a smirk twirking his lips.
Kyungsoo raises his eyebrows. 'Is that... Are you challenging me?' Kyungsoo asks, a confident smile Jongin's never seen before appearing on his lips. Jongin decides he likes it. 'So what if I am?' he also decides he doesn't care that he sound like a five year old. Kyungsoo's got his mouth hanging open in an amused smile, and takes out his phone. 'You give me your address and a time and I will take you up on that challenge,' Kyungsoo says, shoving his phone at Jongin. 'If you say so. Just remember not to give me food poisoning, I have a job to get to.' Jongin says, handing the phone back to Kyungsoo. 'Tomorrow night. Your taste buds won't know what hit them,' Kyungsoo says, reaching for the food Luhan's handing him. Jongin smiles sweetly back. 'I trust they won't.'
The next night, Jongin's apartment is uncharacteristically clean, newspapers stacked in the store room, sink devoid of dirty dishes and everything in its place. Jongin barely recognises it (as he should - it's not that he's a slob, per se, he's just..... a slob) but he feels a sense of accomplishment because look at that Kyungsoo, look at my clean house and clean things and clean kitchen and who says I'm an irresponsible good for nothing and - 'Jongin. Jongin, you stink.'
Jongin lets Kyungsoo in and gracefully takes a sniff of his armpits and well - Kyungsoo's right. He dashed straight home from the dance academy and swept his apartment up in a cleaning whirlwind, finishing just in time for Kyungsoo's arrival and completely forgetting about his own personal hygiene. 'Oh yeah I - I just got back from work so I... Do you mind if I go take a shower?' Jongin asks, feeling just a little flustered. 'Yeah, go ahead. I can get started. You do have like. Basic cooking necessities right? Pots and pans and things?' Kyungsoo asks, lugging his bag of ingredients onto the kitchen counter. 'Yeah they're all in the cabinet by the stove. I'll only take ten minutes, if you need anything else,' Jongin says, motioning towards said cabinet before dashing off to his bathroom.
Ten minutes later the water's off and Kyungsoo's calling his name, because 'Dammit Jongin, where the hell do you keep your salt?' a decision Kyungsoo should have thought through a little more thoroughly because now Jongin's rushing out in nothing but a towel dangerously low on his hips, hair still wet and Kyungsoo is staring. 'What? Salt? It's -' and now Kyungsoo wonders if Jongin had planned the entire thing because he's bent over trying to locate the missing condiment and damn does he have a nice ass. 'Here,' Jongin says, cheerfully presenting the salt to Kyungsoo with the innocent smile of a five year old. Kyungsoo takes it without sparing a glance at Jongin, eyes trained on what's on the stove instead of the barely-clothed man next to him. 'It smells good,' Jongin says, and Kyungsoo's hyper aware of how he's the perfect height for Jongin to whisper in his ear without having to bend down, how Jongin's breath is warm on his ear and how he's so close and so good looking and -
'Yeah alright thanks can you please go put on some clothes why do you have to make me so uncomfortable you're such a bad host,' it's as if Kyungsoo's lost all sense of conversation as the word tumble out over his tongue and he's too focused on the kimchi spaghetti he's trying to make to notice the self-satisfied smirk on Jongin's face. 'Alright man calm down,' Jongin murmurs in Kyungsoo's ear, which is probably a bad move because suddenly there's a sharp pain in his abdomen and Kyungsoo's elbow is attached to it and Kyungsoo has visibly calmed down and Jongin can't breathe. 'Go put on some clothes or I will let you starve.' Kyungsoo says, dumping a copious amount of cheese in.
When Jongin emerges (fully clothed, thank goodness), there's a plate of kimchi spaghetti that smells heavenly waiting for him on the kitchen table. 'Here,' Kyungsoo says, shoving the plate at him. Jongin sits down and picks it up, eyeing the dish with suspicion evident in his eyes. 'Did you poison it?' he asks, taking a sniff. 'No. Why would I do that?' Kyungsoo asks, eyebrows slightly drawn together as he takes a mouthful from his own plate. 'I don't know. I piss you off?' Jongin replies, setting the plate down and prodding its contents with his chopsticks. 'Yeah but if you die they'll charge me with murder. And I'll go to jail. And your death is not worth years in a prison cell,' Kyungsoo says, cheeks puffing out slightly as he chews. 'You mean you like it when I piss you off.' Jongin says, taking a tentative bite of his food and his eyes widen because holy shit that is some good food.
Needless to say, it takes him about thirty seconds to swallow down the rest and ask for more. Kyungsoo's got a smug smile on his lips as he piles food on Jongin's plate and pushes it back to him, satisfaction evident in the way he's smiling all throughout the meal. 'You like it?' Kyungsoo asks after Jongin's done and sitting back, a hand lazily rubbing circles on his stomach. 'Yes. Gotta admit Soo, you got skills,' Jongin says, lazy little smile still in place. Kyungsoo moves to pick up his plate and Jongin's to bring to the sink, but he feels a tug on his shirt just as he passes the younger. 'You've got... A little...' and Jongin's standing and Kyungsoo's senses are doing that hyperaware thing again and all the world is in Jongin's eyes and Kyungsoo nearly drops the plates he's holding when Jongin lifts his hand to his face and wipes at a little sauce Kyungsoo's got on his cheek.
Here's how this scene looks: Kyungsoo is standing inches away from Jongin, one hand in a fist at his side, the other trembling and holding a couple of plates at waist level. Jongin is standing just a little too close to Kyungsoo, one hand on the back of his chair, another on Kyungsoo's face. It takes a couple of seconds of Jongin caressing Kyungsoo's face with his thumb before he appreciates how soft the skin on the latter's cheek feels, how inviting those lips of his look, and oh god, Jongin just really wants to kiss him right now. So he moves in and presses his lips against Kyungsoo's, the curiosity of whether or not those lips are as soft as they look finally quenched, and his hands are running all over Kyungsoo's hair, down to his neck, shoulders, all the way to his waist and Jongin pulls him closer. Kyungsoo's managed to set the plates back down on the table and his arms have somehow snaked around Jongin's neck and everything's too much and too little at the same time and is that a hand Kyungsoo feels slipping under his shirt and -
Ring ring
Jongin and Kyungsoo break away, both breathless and both with faces tinted pink. Jongin is the first to look away, pulling out his phone and answering it as Kyungsoo hastily washes up. 'Hey Lulu... Yeah, Kyungsoo's here... No you douchebag, of course not.... What would I want to do there? Oh alright... I'll ask.... bye,' Jongin hangs up just as Kyungsoo finishes packing his things, and heads for the door. 'Soo? Where are you going?' Jongin asks, rushing over because that was one hell of a kiss he would quite like to continue. But Kyungsoo's already got one foot out the door and he isn't responding to Jongin's pleas of 'Soo, Soo c'mon - just stay,' and Kyungsoo's so confused and he just wants to go home so he slams the door in Jongin's face and runs off, leaving Jongin on the other side of the door, staring blankly at it and wondering what it was that he did wrong.
Do Kyungsoo will not date a younger man.
He doesn't see Jongin for the next few weeks.
4. Best friend - noun, the one friend who is closest to you.
(This is the part where Kyungsoo is being an insufferable ass and Zitao's the only one heartless enough to tell him so.)
Kyungsoo's in Luhan's bar again, having finally mustered up the courage to come by after the whole incident with Jongin (read: Luhan demanded that he come by because Chanyeol wouldn't come if Kyungsoo wouldn't come and Luhan's got enough to handle without a whiny chef on his back all the time). It's been weeks since the kiss, and Jongin's made no effort to communicate with Kyungsoo, and vice versa. The lack of Jongin in his life leaves Kyungsoo somewhat more irritated than usual, irritated because Jongin won't talk to him, irritated because he won't let himself talk to Jongin, and irritated because Chanyeol is always with him and the asshole seems to have a perpetual grin on his face when Kyungsoo can barely manage a smile.
And maybe it's also got something to do with the fact that Kyungsoo's so used to seeing a gorgeous smile when he walks in the bar, and doesn't get one. Maybe it's also got to do with the way he doesn't have to switch his phone on silent anymore, because Jongin isn't flooding his whatsapp with stupid jokes and pictures of things he thinks Kyungsoo would like (he doesn't, usually) anymore. Maybe it's because Jongin did such a good job of crawling under Kyungsoo's skin, and now he isn't there anymore, and Kyungsoo kind of feels a lot empty.
'He's a mess without you, y'know.' Zitao mumbles, standing next to Kyungsoo instead of his station near the kitchen window because Chanyeol's there and Zitao would rather not catch his crazy. 'Hm?' Kyungsoo hums, mouth full. 'Jongin.' Zitao says, tone stern. Kyungsoo all but chokes on his food, face turning a light shade of pink and Zitao watches for a couple of seconds because he's sadistic like that but takes pity and shoves a glass of water at Kyungsoo, who takes it gratefully in both hands. 'Aren't you just so excited,' Zitao remarks, and Luhan starts batting him away with his dishtowel. 'This is employee abuse, also I know of twenty eight ways to kill you right here, right now.' Zitao says, voice devoid of emotion.
Luhan stops, but not before Zitao goes away.
'How are you feeling?' Luhan asks, soft tone in sharp contrast to Zitao's bluntness. Kyungsoo picks up a napkin and wipes at his mouth, continuing with his meal. 'I'm fine, Luhan. Why do you ask?' Kyungsoo asks, trying to feign indifference. 'Oh Soo,' Luhan says, cupping his chin in his hands as he puts his elbows on the counter, 'You almost choked to death in my bar. That wouldn't have been good for business. And since you come in here pretty often, losing you would not be good for business either. So 'fess up, what's the deal?' Luhan asks, tone going from sweet to sharp in less than a minute. 'It's Jongin.' Kyungsoo admits, pushing his plate of food away. Luhan ignores it and just stares straight at the younger, which would discomfort other people, but Luhan owns the place so he does what he wants. 'Do tell,' he says. 'I just - the other night, I went over to his place to cook him dinner, right? So it was okay, he liked my food, and he ate a lot of it, and then when I got up to wash the dishes he....' Kyungsoo hesitates, because retelling this to Luhan reminds him of how much he liked it and how much - loathe as he is to admit - he likes Jongin. 'He kissed me.'
Luhan makes a fabulous show of feigning surprise.
'So this completely attractive man who has a job and a place to stay and is pretty sweet on you kisses you and you...' Luhan trails off, because he's supposed to pretend he doesn't know what happened next. 'I ran away,' Kyungsoo says, head hanging with shame. 'YOU RAN AWAY.' Luhan says, tone of surprise never wavering. 'I know. I know I know I know it was stupid of me and - but I just.... I can't date a younger guy, Luhan. I tried once and I just - I just can't.' Kyungsoo says. 'And why not?' Luhan challenges, an eyebrow quirking up. 'I tried before and it's like - it's like having someone else to take care of, someone else who doesn't understand how the world works and they're just so scared and so insecure and I'm - I'm exacly the same and I just never, ever know what to say to them when they're like this and it just - I can't.' Kyungsoo replies. His eyes are sort of glistening now, and Luhan did not anticipate this, but he's a bartender for a reason - knowing what to say to people is part of his job.
So he comes to Kyungsoo's side and settles in the stool next to him, pulling out his phone as he pats Kyungsoo on the back for attention. 'Hey - Soo, look,' Luhan says, shoving the phone at him. On the screen is a photo of Luhan and some boy he's never met, but they've got their arms around each other and they look pretty happy like that, so Kyungsoo gets the gist of their relationship. 'Boyfriend?' Kyungsoo asks. 'Yeah. His name's Sehun,' Luhan says, taking the phone back and smiling fondly at the photo. 'How long have you guys been together?' Kyungsoo asks, only out of courtesy though, he's not interested. He's not sure what Luhan's hoping to achieve by showing him this, and he's a little surprised because Luhan doesn't seem the type to rub his happiness in the face of someone who's miserable.
(Not that Kyungsoo's miserable, he thinks.)
'Two years next Friday,' Luhan says, his tone a different kind of soft now that he's talking about Sehun. Kyungsoo nods and pulls his plate back, starting to feel the misery properly sink in because even Luhan's got a steady relationship and Kyungsoo's stuck going home to an empty apartment every night. 'And y'know what, Kyungsoo?' Luhan continues, looking over at the younger. 'He's a whole four years younger than me. They said we'd never work out. But well - it's been two years and we're working out just fine.' Luhan says. Kyungsoo looks at Luhan with a confused expression. 'What I'm trying to say is - Jongin's a lot of things. He's young, and reckless sometimes, and curious and stupid and a whole new kind of idiot. But he's also a stable, responsible, level headed adult who knows what the world's like and doesn't really need much from someone he's with. I've known him half his life, and all he ever asks for is love. He's a lot of things, Kyungsoo - but he's not scared. He's never scared.' Luhan finishes, and with that he gets up to move back behind the bar.
'So you're saying.... You're saying that if I picked up the phone and told him that I maybe kind of really like him, he won't run away?' Kyungsoo asks, and Luhan wants to smash the glass he's wiping on the floor with excitement because finally - finally, Kyungsoo understands. 'He'll probably come running.' Luhan says, a little smile on his face. 'So I should just - I should just call him?' Kyungsoo asks, uncertainty dripping off every syllable. 'Why not?' Luhan says, turning his back on Kyungsoo. Kyungsoo's heart is racing a mile a minute as he keys in the number he'd deleted, but knows by heart. And three rings in, he hears a familiar ringtone go off somewhere behind him, and his heart really shouldn't be put through this much torture, but it's running a marathon in his chest as he turns around and comes to face to face with -
Well, with Kim Jongin.
1. Love - noun, a deep, tender, ineffable feeling of affection and solicitude toward a person, such as that arising from kinship, recognition of attractive qualities, or a sense of underlying oneness.
(This is when Kyungsoo finally accepts that he's on that side of love, and that Jongin has been waiting there for him all this while.)
'I'm not a cradle robber.'
'It's a good thing I sleep in a bed.'
'I mean it.'
'It's a big bed too. You could fit on it with me,'
'I have no business in your bed,'
'Yes you do. It's where I'll confirm the value of your assets,'
Kyungsoo looks pointedly at the tan skinned boy and narrows his eyes. 'Did you.... Did you just use an accounting pick up line on me?' he asks, surprise a little more than just evident in his tone because this is Jongin, this is the boy who dances and knows all sorts of techniques and fancy terms that remind Kyungsoo of fancy food, this is the boy who didn't even like accounting back when he had to take it in high school, and well - this is the boy with hopeful eyes and a smile that Kyungsoo knows is as soft to the touch as it is on the eyes. 'Um... Yeah? I kind of - kind of had to look things up and try and remember things all over again because school was so long ago and did I say something wrong I mean did that make sense I just kind of -' but Kyungsoo cuts him off and Jongin has soft lips on his and arms around his waist and he finds his own have come up to cup Kyungsoo's cheeks and all he can think is wow - because wow, all of these just feels so right.
'I thought you said you don't date younger guys,' Jongin says after they pull away, eyes shining and mouth slightly red. Kyungsoo recognises the conflict in Jongin's eyes as he begins to pull his hands off the older, but Kyungsoo keeps his firmly in place and Jongin knows he isn't going anywhere. 'Shut up.' Kyungsoo murmurs, moving closer to Jongin and Jongin feels like his heart's about to burst right out of his ribcage because Kyungsoo's kissing him again and it's even better than before and he can't even bring himself to care that Baekhyun and Chanyeol and Luhan and even Zitao are whooping because well - Jongin and Kyungsoo are idiots, and they're in love, and it's taken them forever to notice.
Kyungsoo decides dating a younger man would be worth his while.
Especially if it's Jongin.
This is legit the longest thing i've ever written i'm sorry i tried
1. Acquaintance - noun, a person known to one, but usually not a close friend.
(This is the part where Do Kyungsoo meets Kim Jongin and decides he is nothing short of a nuisance.)
They're at Luhan's bar on a Friday night, when the place is a little too full and the music's a little too loud. The bartender has a smile plastered on his beautiful features, moving with grace from customer to customer as he makes them their drinks. One waiter is glowering somewhere by the kitchen window, eye bags as prominent as the defined arm muscles his tank top reveals. One of the kitchen crew - in particular, a cheerful looking fellow named Baekhyun - barks the waiter's name and Zitao grabs the dish that's sliding through the window, stalking off to deliver it. Jongin is seated right near the window, back up against the patch of wall between it and the bar. His presence isn't an oddity, especially not on Friday nights (and Saturday nights, and Sunday nights and - well, he's here almost every night of the year, really). Luhan's gotten through peak time without so much as breaking a sweat, his newly dyed hair still perfectly in place.
'And what's on the menu for Kim Jongin tonight?' he asks, voice light and teasing. Jongin's eyeing a certain wide-eyed boy with pale skin and lips that look soft to the touch. He's on the other side of the bar, happily munching on his food and talking to a man with a Spock haircut and a slightly demented laugh. 'That.' Jongin says, finger pointing none too discreetly at the boy with fluffy cheeks. 'The kid? You never fail to surprise me,' Luhan says, eyebrows lifting. Jongin slaps a smirk on his face and picks up his drink, reaching the boy just as his companion gets up to leave. The boy's eyes widen and Jongin smiles a smile that barely lifts the corners of his mouth because he's an attractive man - all properly angled and tan skin and the features of a model - and he knows it. And judging by the look on the boy's face, he knows it too.
'Hey,' Jongin says, exuding confidence from every pore. The boy nods as Jongin motions at the newly abandoned seat, and takes it. 'I'm Jongin. And you are?' The boy's eyes return to something resembling normal sized. 'I'm Kyungsoo. I've heard about you,' says Kyungsoo, a small smile turning up one corner of his lips. 'Oh, you have?' Jongin asks, raising one eyebrow. Kyungsoo nods and stands as his friend comes back, confusion riddling his features when he catches sight of Jongin. 'Yeah, I have.' Kyungsoo confirms, and he turns to leave.
'And I don't date younger men.'
2. Peer - noun, a person who has equal standing with another or others, as in rank, class, or age.
(This is the part where Kim Jongin feels his masculinity crumble, at the hands of a baby-faced man who refuses to acknowledge his existence.)
'Lulu, help,' Jongin whines as he dramatically throws himself on the counter top of his victim's bar, effectively knocking together a couple of glasses. 'First of all, I freaking work here,' Luhan hisses, rushing out from behind the bar to yank Jongin into a stool. If the other customers (it's a Tuesday night, so there really isn't that many of them around) think it's odd, they don't say a word. 'Secondly, my name is not Lulu. It's Luhan, and if you expect any sort of help from me then you better use the name that my parents gave me, and not the one the idiotic Kim Jongin registry has me under,' he finishes, handing Jongin some cold water. Jongin takes it and rotates the glass between his fingers, looking every bit the chastised toddler and Luhan wonders how something so evil could look so cute.
He gives in. 'What's wrong?' he asks, putting his dishtowel aside. 'It's... Kyungsoo.' Jongin mumbles, so low that Luhan almost doesn't hear him. 'I'm sorry, what was that?' Luhan asks again, disbelief in his tone. 'It's Kyungsoo.' says Jongin, louder this time. The shit-eating grin on Luhan's face tells him he heard it the first time, but Jongin doesn't have it in him to throttle the older right now. 'My, my, my. I never thought I'd live to see the day,' Luhan says, taking a couple of dramatic steps back because this - this is big. This is a maneater stuck on one man, after only one partial conversation and several greetings over the past two weeks. This is, Luhan dares to venture, Kim Jongin falling into infatuation.
Jongin looks up at Luhan with a dangerous glint in his eyes. Luhan takes a deep breath. This is Jongin determined, and Jongin always gets what he wants. As if on cue, the doors of the bar swing open and in walks Kyungsoo and his Spock friend, Chanyeol. Something's a little off in the way Chanyeol walks, and he gives everyone an explanation as he immediately makes for the bathroom. Jongin takes this as a golden shining window of opportunity and slips into the seat next to Kyungsoo, a grin firmly in place as Kyungsoo shuffles awkwardly. 'Hey,' Jongin says, and Kyungsoo braces himself for the wave of awkward he always feels when Jongin's trying to flirt with him but surprisingly, it doesn't come. Kyungsoo looks curiously at Jongin and wonders what's different, but he doesn't know the latter well enough to note the absence of the flirtatious slight pout Jongin usually has on, replaced by something that looks like a genuinely platonic grin. 'Hey,' Kyungsoo says, placing his order with Luhan because he's sitting at the bar and anyway, Zitao kind of scares him.
'So how was work?,' Jongin asks, tearing his eyes away from Kyungsoo because calm down, play it cool Jongin, you have to walk before you can run. Which was probably the wrong saying to use, because as Kyungsoo's rattling off about his (rather boring) day as an accountant, finalising income statements and trying to get it through to the interns that accruals accounting is absolutely vital, all Jongin can think about is how cute Kyungsoo would look running through an empty field, not unlike the heroine of Jongin's latest favourite anime. He manages to blink back to reality just as Kyungsoo asks him about his day, and Jongin feels his heart turn to mush because before, before he'd made Kyungsoo his target, he'd had many, many (many many many many many, Luhan and Baekhyun had tried to make a list but decided to call off the venture in an effort to not use an entire forest worth of paper) other conquests, all only interested in how his body felt under their hands, instead of how he was feeling in his heart.
'It - it was good,' Jongin says, suddenly aware that Kyungsoo's eyes are unblinking and only on him, suddenly aware that he's got Kyungsoo's unwavering attention. So Jongin comfortably rambles on about his day as a dance teacher, how the adults in the morning had all suspiciously (and simultaneously) come down with bad backs after witnessing a slightly more complex routine than the one Jongin had them all working on, and how this kid Taemin kept mastering all the routines Jongin threw out, while his friend Minho struggled to master the basics.
It should probably be mentioned that Jongin loves dance more than he does most other things. It should also probably be mentioned that when he rambles about it, he really, really rambles. Zitao is exceptionally good at tuning him out at times like these, Baekhyun instead politely tries to stifle all his yawns and Luhan just outright tells him to shut the hell up, nobody gives a crap about your day at work, look at me, I have to serve your lazy ass and make sure you get home in one piece. So it pleases Jongin that Kyungsoo looks genuinely interested, because not many people understand the joy Jongin finds in spreading the art of dance. Kyungsoo doesn't interrupt and keeps nodding even as he eats, listening to Jongin's stories and interjecting laughs at all the right moments. Chanyeol knows better than to interrupt and instead goes to sit in Jongin's usual spot between the bar and the kitchen window, deciding to make friends with the mysterious pair of hands that makes really, really good food.
It should also probably be mentioned that as Kyungsoo finishes his dinner, he notices a strange sort of warmth in his chest because Jongin's talking about dance like a kid talks about their favourite flavour of ice cream, and Kyungsoo finds himself liking that smile more than he should.
He still won't date younger men.
3. Friend - noun, a person whom one knows, likes, and trusts.
(This is the part where Jongin thinks about the word love, and Kyungsoo's still avoiding it like the plague.)
'Kyungsoo! Chanyeol!' Jongin exclaims as the two walk into the bar (again). It's become something of a routine - Jongin comes to the bar as soon as he's off work (about 6, he point blank refuses to teach dance at night) ('that's when it's meant to be expressed and free and uncontrolled,' he says, but his boss knows all Jongin wants is to keep his nights free) and Chanyeol and Kyungsoo come around at about 730. Chanyeol doesn't sit with Kyungsoo anymore because he's decided the pair of hands with the heavenly voice (and culinary skills) is infinitely more interesting. which is fine by Jongin because that means he gets to monopolize Kyungsoo's time.
'Do you ever like. Eat at home?' Kyungsoo asks, placing his order. 'Why would I do that? Lulu needs me. Don't you, Lulu?' Jongin says. 'I refuse to respond to anything other than my given name,' comes the reply, and Jongin and Kyungsoo smile. 'See? Told you so,' Jongin says, nudging Kyungsoo. 'What you really mean is you can't cook.' Kyungsoo deadpans. 'Give a guy a break, Soo. I'm already devilishly handsome and disarmingly charming, isn't that enough?' Jongin waggles his eyebrows, goofy smile playing on his lips. 'So you can't cook.' Kyungsoo says. 'Anything more than instant ramen and I'm lost,' Jongin throws up his hands in defeat. 'You're an adult, Jongin. Like a full-fledged I'm-responsible-for-myself-and-I-pay-my-own-bills adult. And you can't cook?' Kyungsoo asks. Jongin rolls his eyes to the ceiling because adorable as Kyungsoo is, he's also somewhat of a nag. 'Do you at least have a kitchen? Or do you even know what a kitchen looks like?' Kyungsoo asks again, and Jongin turns to face him. 'Yes I do have a kitchen and I bet for all your talk you can barely even boil an egg,' Jongin says, a smirk twirking his lips.
Kyungsoo raises his eyebrows. 'Is that... Are you challenging me?' Kyungsoo asks, a confident smile Jongin's never seen before appearing on his lips. Jongin decides he likes it. 'So what if I am?' he also decides he doesn't care that he sound like a five year old. Kyungsoo's got his mouth hanging open in an amused smile, and takes out his phone. 'You give me your address and a time and I will take you up on that challenge,' Kyungsoo says, shoving his phone at Jongin. 'If you say so. Just remember not to give me food poisoning, I have a job to get to.' Jongin says, handing the phone back to Kyungsoo. 'Tomorrow night. Your taste buds won't know what hit them,' Kyungsoo says, reaching for the food Luhan's handing him. Jongin smiles sweetly back. 'I trust they won't.'
The next night, Jongin's apartment is uncharacteristically clean, newspapers stacked in the store room, sink devoid of dirty dishes and everything in its place. Jongin barely recognises it (as he should - it's not that he's a slob, per se, he's just..... a slob) but he feels a sense of accomplishment because look at that Kyungsoo, look at my clean house and clean things and clean kitchen and who says I'm an irresponsible good for nothing and - 'Jongin. Jongin, you stink.'
Jongin lets Kyungsoo in and gracefully takes a sniff of his armpits and well - Kyungsoo's right. He dashed straight home from the dance academy and swept his apartment up in a cleaning whirlwind, finishing just in time for Kyungsoo's arrival and completely forgetting about his own personal hygiene. 'Oh yeah I - I just got back from work so I... Do you mind if I go take a shower?' Jongin asks, feeling just a little flustered. 'Yeah, go ahead. I can get started. You do have like. Basic cooking necessities right? Pots and pans and things?' Kyungsoo asks, lugging his bag of ingredients onto the kitchen counter. 'Yeah they're all in the cabinet by the stove. I'll only take ten minutes, if you need anything else,' Jongin says, motioning towards said cabinet before dashing off to his bathroom.
Ten minutes later the water's off and Kyungsoo's calling his name, because 'Dammit Jongin, where the hell do you keep your salt?' a decision Kyungsoo should have thought through a little more thoroughly because now Jongin's rushing out in nothing but a towel dangerously low on his hips, hair still wet and Kyungsoo is staring. 'What? Salt? It's -' and now Kyungsoo wonders if Jongin had planned the entire thing because he's bent over trying to locate the missing condiment and damn does he have a nice ass. 'Here,' Jongin says, cheerfully presenting the salt to Kyungsoo with the innocent smile of a five year old. Kyungsoo takes it without sparing a glance at Jongin, eyes trained on what's on the stove instead of the barely-clothed man next to him. 'It smells good,' Jongin says, and Kyungsoo's hyper aware of how he's the perfect height for Jongin to whisper in his ear without having to bend down, how Jongin's breath is warm on his ear and how he's so close and so good looking and -
'Yeah alright thanks can you please go put on some clothes why do you have to make me so uncomfortable you're such a bad host,' it's as if Kyungsoo's lost all sense of conversation as the word tumble out over his tongue and he's too focused on the kimchi spaghetti he's trying to make to notice the self-satisfied smirk on Jongin's face. 'Alright man calm down,' Jongin murmurs in Kyungsoo's ear, which is probably a bad move because suddenly there's a sharp pain in his abdomen and Kyungsoo's elbow is attached to it and Kyungsoo has visibly calmed down and Jongin can't breathe. 'Go put on some clothes or I will let you starve.' Kyungsoo says, dumping a copious amount of cheese in.
When Jongin emerges (fully clothed, thank goodness), there's a plate of kimchi spaghetti that smells heavenly waiting for him on the kitchen table. 'Here,' Kyungsoo says, shoving the plate at him. Jongin sits down and picks it up, eyeing the dish with suspicion evident in his eyes. 'Did you poison it?' he asks, taking a sniff. 'No. Why would I do that?' Kyungsoo asks, eyebrows slightly drawn together as he takes a mouthful from his own plate. 'I don't know. I piss you off?' Jongin replies, setting the plate down and prodding its contents with his chopsticks. 'Yeah but if you die they'll charge me with murder. And I'll go to jail. And your death is not worth years in a prison cell,' Kyungsoo says, cheeks puffing out slightly as he chews. 'You mean you like it when I piss you off.' Jongin says, taking a tentative bite of his food and his eyes widen because holy shit that is some good food.
Needless to say, it takes him about thirty seconds to swallow down the rest and ask for more. Kyungsoo's got a smug smile on his lips as he piles food on Jongin's plate and pushes it back to him, satisfaction evident in the way he's smiling all throughout the meal. 'You like it?' Kyungsoo asks after Jongin's done and sitting back, a hand lazily rubbing circles on his stomach. 'Yes. Gotta admit Soo, you got skills,' Jongin says, lazy little smile still in place. Kyungsoo moves to pick up his plate and Jongin's to bring to the sink, but he feels a tug on his shirt just as he passes the younger. 'You've got... A little...' and Jongin's standing and Kyungsoo's senses are doing that hyperaware thing again and all the world is in Jongin's eyes and Kyungsoo nearly drops the plates he's holding when Jongin lifts his hand to his face and wipes at a little sauce Kyungsoo's got on his cheek.
Here's how this scene looks: Kyungsoo is standing inches away from Jongin, one hand in a fist at his side, the other trembling and holding a couple of plates at waist level. Jongin is standing just a little too close to Kyungsoo, one hand on the back of his chair, another on Kyungsoo's face. It takes a couple of seconds of Jongin caressing Kyungsoo's face with his thumb before he appreciates how soft the skin on the latter's cheek feels, how inviting those lips of his look, and oh god, Jongin just really wants to kiss him right now. So he moves in and presses his lips against Kyungsoo's, the curiosity of whether or not those lips are as soft as they look finally quenched, and his hands are running all over Kyungsoo's hair, down to his neck, shoulders, all the way to his waist and Jongin pulls him closer. Kyungsoo's managed to set the plates back down on the table and his arms have somehow snaked around Jongin's neck and everything's too much and too little at the same time and is that a hand Kyungsoo feels slipping under his shirt and -
Ring ring
Jongin and Kyungsoo break away, both breathless and both with faces tinted pink. Jongin is the first to look away, pulling out his phone and answering it as Kyungsoo hastily washes up. 'Hey Lulu... Yeah, Kyungsoo's here... No you douchebag, of course not.... What would I want to do there? Oh alright... I'll ask.... bye,' Jongin hangs up just as Kyungsoo finishes packing his things, and heads for the door. 'Soo? Where are you going?' Jongin asks, rushing over because that was one hell of a kiss he would quite like to continue. But Kyungsoo's already got one foot out the door and he isn't responding to Jongin's pleas of 'Soo, Soo c'mon - just stay,' and Kyungsoo's so confused and he just wants to go home so he slams the door in Jongin's face and runs off, leaving Jongin on the other side of the door, staring blankly at it and wondering what it was that he did wrong.
Do Kyungsoo will not date a younger man.
He doesn't see Jongin for the next few weeks.
4. Best friend - noun, the one friend who is closest to you.
(This is the part where Kyungsoo is being an insufferable ass and Zitao's the only one heartless enough to tell him so.)
Kyungsoo's in Luhan's bar again, having finally mustered up the courage to come by after the whole incident with Jongin (read: Luhan demanded that he come by because Chanyeol wouldn't come if Kyungsoo wouldn't come and Luhan's got enough to handle without a whiny chef on his back all the time). It's been weeks since the kiss, and Jongin's made no effort to communicate with Kyungsoo, and vice versa. The lack of Jongin in his life leaves Kyungsoo somewhat more irritated than usual, irritated because Jongin won't talk to him, irritated because he won't let himself talk to Jongin, and irritated because Chanyeol is always with him and the asshole seems to have a perpetual grin on his face when Kyungsoo can barely manage a smile.
And maybe it's also got something to do with the fact that Kyungsoo's so used to seeing a gorgeous smile when he walks in the bar, and doesn't get one. Maybe it's also got to do with the way he doesn't have to switch his phone on silent anymore, because Jongin isn't flooding his whatsapp with stupid jokes and pictures of things he thinks Kyungsoo would like (he doesn't, usually) anymore. Maybe it's because Jongin did such a good job of crawling under Kyungsoo's skin, and now he isn't there anymore, and Kyungsoo kind of feels a lot empty.
'He's a mess without you, y'know.' Zitao mumbles, standing next to Kyungsoo instead of his station near the kitchen window because Chanyeol's there and Zitao would rather not catch his crazy. 'Hm?' Kyungsoo hums, mouth full. 'Jongin.' Zitao says, tone stern. Kyungsoo all but chokes on his food, face turning a light shade of pink and Zitao watches for a couple of seconds because he's sadistic like that but takes pity and shoves a glass of water at Kyungsoo, who takes it gratefully in both hands. 'Aren't you just so excited,' Zitao remarks, and Luhan starts batting him away with his dishtowel. 'This is employee abuse, also I know of twenty eight ways to kill you right here, right now.' Zitao says, voice devoid of emotion.
Luhan stops, but not before Zitao goes away.
'How are you feeling?' Luhan asks, soft tone in sharp contrast to Zitao's bluntness. Kyungsoo picks up a napkin and wipes at his mouth, continuing with his meal. 'I'm fine, Luhan. Why do you ask?' Kyungsoo asks, trying to feign indifference. 'Oh Soo,' Luhan says, cupping his chin in his hands as he puts his elbows on the counter, 'You almost choked to death in my bar. That wouldn't have been good for business. And since you come in here pretty often, losing you would not be good for business either. So 'fess up, what's the deal?' Luhan asks, tone going from sweet to sharp in less than a minute. 'It's Jongin.' Kyungsoo admits, pushing his plate of food away. Luhan ignores it and just stares straight at the younger, which would discomfort other people, but Luhan owns the place so he does what he wants. 'Do tell,' he says. 'I just - the other night, I went over to his place to cook him dinner, right? So it was okay, he liked my food, and he ate a lot of it, and then when I got up to wash the dishes he....' Kyungsoo hesitates, because retelling this to Luhan reminds him of how much he liked it and how much - loathe as he is to admit - he likes Jongin. 'He kissed me.'
Luhan makes a fabulous show of feigning surprise.
'So this completely attractive man who has a job and a place to stay and is pretty sweet on you kisses you and you...' Luhan trails off, because he's supposed to pretend he doesn't know what happened next. 'I ran away,' Kyungsoo says, head hanging with shame. 'YOU RAN AWAY.' Luhan says, tone of surprise never wavering. 'I know. I know I know I know it was stupid of me and - but I just.... I can't date a younger guy, Luhan. I tried once and I just - I just can't.' Kyungsoo says. 'And why not?' Luhan challenges, an eyebrow quirking up. 'I tried before and it's like - it's like having someone else to take care of, someone else who doesn't understand how the world works and they're just so scared and so insecure and I'm - I'm exacly the same and I just never, ever know what to say to them when they're like this and it just - I can't.' Kyungsoo replies. His eyes are sort of glistening now, and Luhan did not anticipate this, but he's a bartender for a reason - knowing what to say to people is part of his job.
So he comes to Kyungsoo's side and settles in the stool next to him, pulling out his phone as he pats Kyungsoo on the back for attention. 'Hey - Soo, look,' Luhan says, shoving the phone at him. On the screen is a photo of Luhan and some boy he's never met, but they've got their arms around each other and they look pretty happy like that, so Kyungsoo gets the gist of their relationship. 'Boyfriend?' Kyungsoo asks. 'Yeah. His name's Sehun,' Luhan says, taking the phone back and smiling fondly at the photo. 'How long have you guys been together?' Kyungsoo asks, only out of courtesy though, he's not interested. He's not sure what Luhan's hoping to achieve by showing him this, and he's a little surprised because Luhan doesn't seem the type to rub his happiness in the face of someone who's miserable.
(Not that Kyungsoo's miserable, he thinks.)
'Two years next Friday,' Luhan says, his tone a different kind of soft now that he's talking about Sehun. Kyungsoo nods and pulls his plate back, starting to feel the misery properly sink in because even Luhan's got a steady relationship and Kyungsoo's stuck going home to an empty apartment every night. 'And y'know what, Kyungsoo?' Luhan continues, looking over at the younger. 'He's a whole four years younger than me. They said we'd never work out. But well - it's been two years and we're working out just fine.' Luhan says. Kyungsoo looks at Luhan with a confused expression. 'What I'm trying to say is - Jongin's a lot of things. He's young, and reckless sometimes, and curious and stupid and a whole new kind of idiot. But he's also a stable, responsible, level headed adult who knows what the world's like and doesn't really need much from someone he's with. I've known him half his life, and all he ever asks for is love. He's a lot of things, Kyungsoo - but he's not scared. He's never scared.' Luhan finishes, and with that he gets up to move back behind the bar.
'So you're saying.... You're saying that if I picked up the phone and told him that I maybe kind of really like him, he won't run away?' Kyungsoo asks, and Luhan wants to smash the glass he's wiping on the floor with excitement because finally - finally, Kyungsoo understands. 'He'll probably come running.' Luhan says, a little smile on his face. 'So I should just - I should just call him?' Kyungsoo asks, uncertainty dripping off every syllable. 'Why not?' Luhan says, turning his back on Kyungsoo. Kyungsoo's heart is racing a mile a minute as he keys in the number he'd deleted, but knows by heart. And three rings in, he hears a familiar ringtone go off somewhere behind him, and his heart really shouldn't be put through this much torture, but it's running a marathon in his chest as he turns around and comes to face to face with -
Well, with Kim Jongin.
1. Love - noun, a deep, tender, ineffable feeling of affection and solicitude toward a person, such as that arising from kinship, recognition of attractive qualities, or a sense of underlying oneness.
(This is when Kyungsoo finally accepts that he's on that side of love, and that Jongin has been waiting there for him all this while.)
'I'm not a cradle robber.'
'It's a good thing I sleep in a bed.'
'I mean it.'
'It's a big bed too. You could fit on it with me,'
'I have no business in your bed,'
'Yes you do. It's where I'll confirm the value of your assets,'
Kyungsoo looks pointedly at the tan skinned boy and narrows his eyes. 'Did you.... Did you just use an accounting pick up line on me?' he asks, surprise a little more than just evident in his tone because this is Jongin, this is the boy who dances and knows all sorts of techniques and fancy terms that remind Kyungsoo of fancy food, this is the boy who didn't even like accounting back when he had to take it in high school, and well - this is the boy with hopeful eyes and a smile that Kyungsoo knows is as soft to the touch as it is on the eyes. 'Um... Yeah? I kind of - kind of had to look things up and try and remember things all over again because school was so long ago and did I say something wrong I mean did that make sense I just kind of -' but Kyungsoo cuts him off and Jongin has soft lips on his and arms around his waist and he finds his own have come up to cup Kyungsoo's cheeks and all he can think is wow - because wow, all of these just feels so right.
'I thought you said you don't date younger guys,' Jongin says after they pull away, eyes shining and mouth slightly red. Kyungsoo recognises the conflict in Jongin's eyes as he begins to pull his hands off the older, but Kyungsoo keeps his firmly in place and Jongin knows he isn't going anywhere. 'Shut up.' Kyungsoo murmurs, moving closer to Jongin and Jongin feels like his heart's about to burst right out of his ribcage because Kyungsoo's kissing him again and it's even better than before and he can't even bring himself to care that Baekhyun and Chanyeol and Luhan and even Zitao are whooping because well - Jongin and Kyungsoo are idiots, and they're in love, and it's taken them forever to notice.
Kyungsoo decides dating a younger man would be worth his while.
Especially if it's Jongin.
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Date: 2013-04-03 06:50 am (UTC)finally they got together
just so adorable :DDDDDD
heeheehee at least finally kyungsoo got some sense
but omg jongin was so adorable :DDDD
yay for their friends ^^
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Date: 2013-04-03 10:52 am (UTC)thank you for reading! ♥