2 kaisoo drabbles.

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stagelights are nothing (compared to you.) [Kaisoo; g]
200w.

It’s stupid and it’s impulsive, but the next time he proposes to Kyungsoo, it’s on stage in front of thousands of fans, all screaming their names and (though he pretends not to know what it is) their couple name. Jongin’s got the ring Kyungsoo keeps rejecting between his fingers, the glint from it catching Kyungsoo’s eye as Jongin kneels in front of him again, causing an exponential increase in the frequency of girls’ screams in their vicinity.

He smiles up at his favourite hyung and mouths a silent ‘will you marry me?’, eyes expectant and hoping against hope that Kyungsoo’s riding the same high and will finally, finally say yes. Instead, Kyungsoo smiles a half smile at him and mischief twinkles in his eyes, and Jongin knows the words off by heart by now, so it doesn’t really surprise him when Kyungsoo mouths back, ‘Ask me again in a couple of years.’

When the concert is over and they’re all filing offstage, Jongin slips the ring back into his pocket, slightly disheartened but still hopeful nonetheless, because though one hand twirls the ring around his pinkie finger in his pocket, the other has its fingers intertwined firmly with Kyungsoo’s, and, Jongin’s sure, Kyungsoo never wants to let go of him either.

all too well. [Kaisoo; g; au]
500w



Fingers brush against fingers, stoic expressions in complete contrast with the electricity felt between two people at the point of contact. Jongin’s eyes flit up - momentarily - to meet Kyungsoo’s, who in turn looks away because Jongin’s irises are the colour of broken promises and unachievable dreams, of whispered words that ultimately meant nothing to the younger.




Kyungsoo snatches his hand away as if burned,scars forming on his heart instead of the skin on his fingers. He doesn’t like to think of what could have, should have, would have been between him and Jongin - because in the end, nothing is. There is nothing more than fleeting glances being exchanged between the two, nothing more than the occasional longing glance as a form of silent communication. Sometimes Kyungsoo wonders if their time together was nothing more than a delusion, temporary hallucination born of his infatuation with Jongin. And then he catches Jongin looking at him in that way, as if trying to translate unspoken feelings into a single glance. And Kyungsoo thinks that maybe he’s just imagining things, that he’s bending reality to suit what he’s yearning for deep down, because it was Jongin who ended it, Jongin who put a stop to sleepless nights spent in each other’s warmth, Sunday morning breakfasts in bed until the sun was hung 90 degrees above their heads. It’s because of Jongin that him and Kyungsoo were no more, and Kyungsoo’s subconscious is always quick to remind him of that.




But Kyungsoo also knows he’s still able to read Jongin like an open book, still able to identify the faint lines of emotion that carve themselves onto his face when he looks at Kyungsoo, the tiny hint of fondness and something that looks a lot like buried love in the younger’s eyes. Kyungsoo knows that what they had was special - that it was the kind of love story that wasn’t epic or dramatic or theatrical in any way, the kind of love story you hug to yourself and bring up only in your loneliest moments. And it - there’s no other way for him to put it, really - sucks that they’re over, that they’re through, but it hurts a thousandfold that Kyungsoo still remembers all the little details, still makes Jongin out to be this demigod he can never again hold in his arms. And it’s as he’s having these thoughts that he feels eyes on the back of his neck, in a gaze heavier than anything he’s ever had to shoulder before in his life. And maybe it’s pure instinct that makes him turn in Jongin’s direction, maybe it’s out of habit - but he does so anyway, and sure enough the younger’s eyes are on him, looking at him like that again and Kyungsoo struggles not to let his insides melt.




(But it’s a harder struggle still for him to keep himself from spontaneously combusting, because, and there’s really no denying it - Jongin’s lips are curled up for him for the first time in months - a smile that brings words like ‘hope’ and ‘the future’ to Kyungsoo’s mind and he can’t help but smile back.)


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