unconditional

Jongin squints his eyes at the phone waved in front of him. He tries to act like that doesn’t really bother him, and he doesn’t know if Kyungsoo buys it and silently hopes he does. But it doesn’t probably matter anymore. kyungsoo knows baekhyun bothers him, there was no point in hiding that. He returns the smile though, as he watches Kyungsoo get in the car and so he follows after and soon enough they’re pulling off the driveway. 

It still feels surreal, Kyungsoo riding a muggle car in the muggle world with muggles all around them. Not that he's weirded out by it, but spending so many years in Hogwarts made him feel like being ordinary isn't being ordinary at all. He feels homesick, maybe because he's felt the best at home in Hogwarts along with his friends. Not to mention that he met the love of his life, or so he really hopes so, there. The thought makes him glance sideways at Jongin who looks so fixated on driving. Well that was what it looked like until Jongin opens his mouth and started singing along to the song on the radio.

He smirks at the look he receives from the said neighbors. Jongin was no stranger to wanting public display of affection, but he always finds joy in watching people’s expressions when he actually does initiate it. He doesn’t realize the effect it has on Kyungsoo, though, until he feels himself getting dragged in a faster face than their norm.

The feeling of something boring on his skin makes Kyungsoo look up from his phone and he honestly could say it was no surprise when he catches the look Jongin was giving him. It was a mixture of impatience and repressed jealousy and Kyungsoo could see the reason behind it perfectly. Biting back his urge to comment n how cute his boyfriend is, he slides next to him on the passenger seat instead.

He doesn’t really know what to expect when  Kyungsoo finally sees him with the small gifts he had prepared. His boyfriend’s reaction somehow varies everytime he does so. When he sees the smile on his face, though, Jongin smiles too because he likes that. That’s the kind of reaction he wanted to see ( the snort was somehow predictable). The kiss on his cheek was okay too, though he’d honestly prefer something more intimate. Jongin’s kidding, ofcourse. Well, maybe half of him is. 

Kyungsoo expects Jongin to react. He honestly expected his hold to tighten against him but he didn't count for the younger to show off his relationship with him. It made him feel elated and embarrassed at the same time so he quickly tugs Jongin forward, blushing to the roots of his hair as they finally walk out towards Jongin's car.

He doesn’t know when or how they managed to come up with the idea of watching a movie together ; it’s been so long since the last time they did that the idea rarely even pops into Jongin’s mind. But he’s happy that it did though, because now he’s going to spend some time with Kyungsoo. Okay, during the movie — he probably wouldn’t. Knowing just how Kyungsoo gets into the film way too much. At first it bothered Jongin, but now it’s kind of cute ( maybe with the help of reminding himself constantly that movies are meant to be watched and not to be made as a background music as you make out ).

Kyungsoo looks up when the sound of their bedroom door opening reaches his ears, watching curiously as Jongin comes out with a sheepish expression on his face. He snorts when the younger finishes explaining, gratefully accepting the rose and chocolates and then kissing his boyfriend on the cheek. Though he tries so hard not to show it, he's still embarrassed and shy whenever Jongin does stuff like this for him. He still can't quite get the hang of being the one Jongin want and the younger never fails to rouse the butterflies inside his stomach.

Somewhere in his mind, his subconscious is jumping up and down in his throw, thousands of naked kyungsoo grinning up at him as he does so. Oh the wonders of the mind. He thinks he’s finally got Kyungsoo hooked when he’s asked to lay on his back — little did he know a massage is actually the only thing he could get. With a disinterested stare, Jongin gives up but the massage was nice though, so he got that going for him. 

He's always known that Jongin is good at giving massages, he could still remember the day when he gave up his virginity to him. Jongin had massaged him when he woke up and he felt extremely light at the thought. So he closes his eyes, sighing in content and whining. He drawls out a 'yes' when Jongin asks and repeatedly sighs.

It’s a total lie is Jongin says that he’s not slightly embarrassed — okay, a lot embarrassed by the boy’s rejection. He honestly, really thought that’s what kyungsoo wanted. Considering how he had acted just an hour ago. But now he’s hearing a thousand years of rejection (total exaggeration) from kyungsoo and Jongin really needs to work on building up a facade more because the look of total confusion and disappointment in his face, hes not doing a very good job in hiding. 

Kyungsoo frowns when he feels Jongin lose interest and he breaks the kiss, looking up at him and rolling his eyes because he knows Jongin all too well by now.But he agrees anyway, telling the younger to lay down on his stomach before he's straddling his back and pouring the liquid on his palms. He rubs his palms against each other before pressing them against Jongin's back.

"I know I’m not, but we can roleplay" he grins. "they didn’t mind before, i’m sure they won’t mind again" he replies almost immediately because he really doesn’t want anything ruining this for him this time. "but if they call the cops on us, you can just be pretty and get us out of trouble" That was joke. he never would allow kyungsoo to use his ‘seducing power’ for anyone else. It was for him to see, and only for him to see. 

"Don't drag me into your sexual fantasies, please." Kyungsoo replies, swinging his legs on either side of Jongin because he likes being carried like this -- pampered. He closes his eyes, lazily kissing Jongin back and letting the younger gain the upper hand. He just stays there, following Jongin's lead and enjoying the fact that Jongin wants him.

He groans when he could practically feel the smile on Kyungsoo’s lips when they continue to kiss. “stop laughing — or smiling” he warns, kissing the side of his lips before he pulls away, suddenly so wide awake. He stands up straight and does a small bit of a stretching exercise with his hand before he bends his legs down again to a squatting position. “alright, time for your prince to carry you back home and make love to you in the most passionate way, princess” he says with a smirk, slipping his arm in between Kyungsoo’s folded legs with his other hand supporting his back.  

"Jongin, you're not a prince and I'm certainly not a princess." Kyungsoo dryly comments, but it doesn't stop the giggle from coming out when he feels himself being carried. "And also, it's three in the morning. I'm pretty sure our neighbors won't like it if they hear.. uh, us." he awkwardly continues before he's laughing again. He squirms slightly, nudging Jongin and grinning. 

He finds himself smiling just a little bit at the words he hears from the older male. Jongin might not know exactly how hard it is for kyungsoo to say those words because it’s not his persona to, but he can imagine just how much. and he appreciates that, jongin really does. he sighs contentedly at the fingers running through his locks of hair. When he’s asked to look up, Jongin does so. The sleepy smile is still on his face as he looks at him with his eyes half open. ”hey beautiful” he mutters in a hello and  Jongin blinks until his eyes are opened fully again. 

"You're drunk." Kyungsoo blurts out with a hint of laughter. He adores Jongin when he's barely awake, the sleepiness making him cuter and Kyungsoo could just not smile at him. He laughs eventually when he feels Jongin's lips against him followed by his words. It shouldn't have been funny but it is when Jongin's looking at him like that at barely three in the morning. 

Jongin wants to stay up ; tries his best to stay up but it’s a little bit hard. he finds it weird how when they’re laying Jongin isn’t as sleepy as he is now but now that he’s on the floor, unable to lay his body down because of the cold floor, sleep hits him like a bullet train. He slips out of his consciousness for who knows how long until he’s awakened again when he feels someone beside him. Jongin welcomes the warmth, snuggling closer to Kyungsoo so the blanket would fit them better. He tries not to smile, there’s a perfect sized bed that’d fit the two of them just a couple of steps away yet they’re here, on the cold floor, barely fitting in one blanket.

Kyungsoo shushes him the moment he hears Jongin say sorry. It's like Kyungsoo's placating a big baby but Jongin just feels so small in his arms; like he's going to break just by Kyungsoo's words. He feels guilt flare up inside him even more because he's the one that caused this. He's the one who reduced Jongin into this insecure mess again and he should have known better than to leave their room, fueled only by hurtful words and sensitive heart.

He somehow knows he won’t be able to get the older male to move from his spot. so he makes a compromise to himself. He turns his back on Kyungsoo to head back to their room. Jongin comes back a few minutes later with a pair of pillows and a blanket. Placing the pillows on the coffee table first, he spreads the blanket enough to cover the male on the couch ( making sure his feet are covered well). One pillow goes on the empty spot beside Kyungsoo’s head for when his neck stars to ache and he decides he doesn’t want to suffer from that.

The sound of footsteps disappearing makes Kyungsoo's heart constrict. He's so, so sure Jongin would drag him back to bed and the realization that it's the second time that night Jongin rejected him makes tears prick at the back of his eyes. He sucks in a breath, willing himself to sleep when footsteps appear again. And then the rustling of fabric before he's being jostled around. He stares wide-eyed at the back of the couch when he feels pillows under his head, the warmness covering him welcomed before he feels another type of warmth near him.

When he feels the other side of the bed emptied and the sound of the bedroom door cracking open, Jongin sprawls himself wide on the bed that was meant for two. it irritates him. why does he have to say those things. Jongin kicks the mattress several times because he wants to scream but knows better than to. He stares at the ceiling long enough before he places an arm to cover his eyes. his lips are slightly parted, his breathing uneven with his heartbeat beating loudly in his ears. 

Kyungsoo honestly hopes Jongin wouldn't follow him. Not when his thoughts are a mess and he just wants to be alone because he's too tired to rationalize things this late at night. He just wants to flop around and lay lifeless on the couch; feel like he's floating on air because even talking seemed too much work to do. But of course things won't go his way because minutes later, he hears the door open and soft footsteps heading his way.

Jongin blinks at Kyungsoo. He’s more than confused at the male’s reaction — not to mention a bit frustrated but he does a good job in hiding that small part of him. It’s the hardest part in having Kyungsoo as a lover. Kyungsoo could read him like an open book, the older male memorizes his every expression but Kyungsoo is ever moving. You could never memorize him because Jongin thinks he changes his patterns way too much.  He doesn’t mind though, it gives him a challenge, but right now it bothers him.  

Kyungsoo knows Jongin has a tendency to overreact; to blow up things out of proportion. They both know it and they also both know how hard Jongin is trying to keep himself in control. But it still comes as a shock to hear the tone Jongin used on him, and it hurts. He's not used to being treated this coldly and Jongin's words were harshly cold, cutting through the edges of his emotions and suddenly, it's too hard to breathe.

If there was anything Jongin got used to, one of them would be the way Kyungsoo answers some of his questions. His mouth purses into a pout as he shrugs his shoulders light “well, yes but you know how i was before you came” he says — in an intention to be his defense but he soon realizes that’s not much of a defensive state for himself really. 

"Your hand is under my shirt and you're asking me to kiss you when you could have done it yourself." Kyungsoo says blankly, eyes staring daggers on Jongin's soul because he's thoroughly agitated with Jongin (and himself). "See? This is why you get me confused." he throws his arms up in exaggerated movements, honestly confused because he isn't exactly sure if Jongin really wants him or he just took pity on his immatureness from earlier.

When the older male makes a move of pulling his shirt down, Jongin stops all the movement in his hand. and although Kyungsoo can’t see it, Jongin finds a small smile creeping up his face at the words spewing out of the older male’s lips. Though Kyungsoo had shown this side of him to Jongin for so many times since they started dating, Jongin still can’t seem to get used to it. He likes it, though, because it helps him see that he’s not the only one who can be weak in the relationship. 

"Wouldn't it have occurred to you that I should have thought of that when we just started having sex in the first place?" Kyungsoo asks dryly, blunt words digging on both their skins. He's afraid his words seemed hostile to Jongin because it really wasn't his intention -- he's just immature. And it's really ironic because he calls Jongin a child more than once a day and yet here he is, acting like a total brat just because he thinks he got rejected.

Jongin thinks Kyungsoo’s cute when he thinks he can put up a facade right in front of him. They’ve been together long enough for Jongin to know when Kyungsoo is upset. It’s an instinct he picked up along the way. especially when kyungsoo doesn’t often show what he was really feeling inside. When he sees Kyungsoo rolling on his stomach, Jongin bites his lower lip. He shifts so he’s facing the other male, throwing his arm over his waist again.

He hastily tries to pull down his shirt, sighing loudly and nodding because he's the one being childish right now. "I know you aren't." he mumbles against his pillow, hunching his shoulders involuntarily at the touch. "It's childish. I'm childish." he continues, slurring his words as he hugs the pillow tighter against him. Most often than not, he can be really childish and immature and even if he tries so hard, he couldn't seem to drop that character. So he sighs once more, turning on his back again but with his eyes still closed.