Kaisoo enthusiast

Really, I can look at it all the time

So, how do we kick this kaisoo-fest off?

Kim jongin looks so fucking handsome. All of them actually look 👍. Now i demand SM staff to get married and have wedding reception every weekend so i can 👀 JI.

I miss him, i miss them so much 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

I really want to pinch both ksoo and JI cheeks 🥹

Credits to owners.

My imagination is wild.

Picture this:

Soo being upset with jongjn and not talking to him while sulking in bed.

Jongin wants to turn the pout into a smile so he climbs into bed.

He lifts up soo's shirt slightly and tickles him gently on the tummy and sides.

Soo bubbles up before bursting with laughter and flashing his pearly whites.

Jongin smiles.

He has won.

WHY DID MY MIND GO THERE?!??!

THIS MADE ME FEEL SO F'ING HAPPY

“M’not.”

“Your lips pout so much they look like cherries. I want to kiss them.”

The teasing is promptly ignored and that only fuels Jongin further. A sulking Kyungsoo may be cute but a happy one is infinitely better. So he places the lego pieces he’s holding onto the desk and stands up, obstinately stretching so that all his muscles pull deliciously tight and tingly.

And perhaps... just a tiny bit for Kyungsoo’s benefit. Jongin is only wearing the bottom half of their latest shared pajama set, after all.

The distance between his bedroom desk and the bed is decent but Jongin has calculated this move before; it takes him only a standing start to make it to the foot in one long stride and before Kyungsoo can react Jongin has a knee on the dark covers and is climbing up. Escape is impossible.

The shirt belonging to their pajama set has a pair of cartoon bears named after drinks; one white and the other brown on the top pocket, matching the pair cuddling on Jongin’s thigh. Jongin stalks up the mattress and lifts the pale peach material up before he can be stopped, planting his weight on Kyungsoo’s bare legs and skirting his fingers along the gentle dips of Kyungsoo’s waist. Just as Kyungsoo’s eyes widen Jongin applies pressure with the pads of his fingers.

Perfect pressure.

Kyungsoo’s head tosses back as Jongin scrabbles tickles up and down his sides, switching to scratch blunt nails gently just around his belly button whenever Kyungsoo twists to try to guard his vulnerable areas. It results in bursts of hiccughing giggles and swatting hands but Jongin persists gleefully as the heart-shaped smile appears on que.

“I’m going—” Kyungsoo gasps, “To not c-cook for you for a week!”

Jongin wiggles up his writhing prey until he’s fully flattened on top of him and finally pulls his hands away, resting his forearms on either side of Kyungsoo’s head. “Like that would ever happen.”

Kyungsoo’s laughter subsides into wheezes and a long, shaky exhale. “You little shit,” he manages, grinning.

Jongin’s cheeks crinkle up. “There it is.”

“What is?”

“Your smile.”

“Oh my god.”

“I may be a god, but no need to—”

“Come here.” Kyungsoo tugs him down, eyes half-lidded and faintly tear-shiny from laughing so hard. “I’m just stressed about my solo.” His lips push against Jongin’s for a moment before pulling back half an inch. “But thank you for taking my mind off it.”

“I can do it again if you—”

“Two weeks. No cooking.”