My Beloved Kyungsoo

Jongin x Kyungsoo

Decorate for yourself clearly...you can feel it.

I wrote it and twisted it, so I wanted to share some light fun.

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On anniversaries, New Year's Day, birthdays, or maybe every day. Many couples enjoy spending time together. Some couples go on trips, watch movies, listen to music, go out to dinner at restaurants. And for some couples, they choose to stay together in a room just the two of them. As for the reasons for hiding in that room, it was different. Maybe the reason is simple...just because they're lazy.

In a room in a high-rise condo in the heart of the bustling capital. There are still two people who decided to celebrate Christmas together in a simple way. Because on a special day like this People will crowd and laugh. You could hardly see even the area you were walking towards. Everything looks chaotic Just thinking about it makes me not want to step out of the room.

A tall, tan-skinned figure boredly changed the channels on the television. Until finally, he stopped at a music channel before laying down and stretching his legs. Makes the light brown sofa look smaller.

“Kyung-ah…” The young man who occupied the long sofa called out to his lover who was now lost in the kitchen.

“Kyung, Kyung, Kyung,” the head that was resting on the armrest raised. He turned his body and looked in the direction where his lover had disappeared. The sound of the phone calling out frequently and the hand slapping the sofa cushion 'Phumph' indicates that patience is running out.

“Kyungsoo!!”

"Well! I know!!” The soft voice that shouted back sounded a little angry. But for those listening No matter what, it's still cute. Not long after, the owner of the name walked out with a tray of snacks and fruit juice in hand.

“What are you doing? Why is it taking so long?”

“I saw Jongin complaining about being hungry. So I went to get you something to eat.” The small figure placed the things on the dark gray glass table. Before reaching out to pick up the remote and turning off the television that now I don't know who is showing it to anyone, “TV, if you're not watching, just turn it off. Help the nation save some electricity." The person who spoke stood with his feet on his hips and looked down at the person below him.

If the person staring back just smiles slightly. Then lift both arms behind your head to support each other on pillows in a comfortable manner.

“Is there something in the kitchen?”

“Huh...what?” His eyebrows raised as if he said he didn't understand the question at all.

“I saw it and it looked fierce. I was afraid.” The speaker confirmed his feelings with a wide smile. The hand that should have been raised to protect himself was still supporting his head. And the look in his eyes shows that he's having fun!

“Wait a minute, get up.” Kyungsoo reached out and slammed the sleeping person's forearm hard several times. But he only hit it once. The tall figure grabbed the small wrist and pulled him down to his side.

“Kyung wants to sit with me, but I won't say. I'll move around for you.” All Jongin did was pull Kyungsoo towards him. while tilting himself towards the thin body with his strong back leaning on the back of the chair So it turned out that Jongin was now lying on his side on the sofa, hugging his waist. Kyungsoo at ease while the other person sat tensely

“How many times have I told you to call me hyung?” Some of you hid your nervousness by changing the subject.

“Yes...Kyung,” he said, tightening his arms around him.

“This guy,” Kyungsoo lightly slapped the hand of the person who taught him and didn't know how to listen. But in reality, the story will be called hyung-hyung. What kind of father is this? He didn't take anything seriously. Because their ages are only one year apart. Plus we've been together for three years now. What would it be like to call now? Even when talking about other things, where do you listen? ...Oh, no, just listen...but don't follow along!

The small figure stood up and tried to pull the older man up to a sitting position.

“Jongin, sit down. You're not going to eat, are you? This is snacks.” As soon as he finished speaking, the tan-skinned owner immediately jumped up and sat up. The dessert was his favorite butter cookie that Kyungsoo baked himself.

Some people throw themselves down next to their loved ones. and reached out to pick up the remote and turn on the series channel that he often watched. The two sat and ate while watching.

“Delicious as always,” Jongin praises the talented chef.

“Of course I know.”

Slender fingers that were about to pick up another cookie stopped. before laughing softly Just the feeling of wanting to pretend, various plans popped up in my head.

“But it will be more delicious if Kyungsoo feeds it.”

"Huh, what's wrong with you?" To say it like that. But the small hand still held out the cookie towards the thick mouth. But the tall figure took the cookie out of his hand instead of popping it into his mouth.

“Here, let me show you, ah…um.”

“Ara…” When Kyungsoo opened his mouth to ask. Jongin popped the cookie into his mouth. Haven't decided yet whether to eat it or take it out. The tall figure brought his face closer and bit the part of the cookie that was past his lips.

“Well, I saw that Kyungsoo took care to make me eat it. If I had to enter it again, it would seem a bit much. That's why I let Kyung feed him without having to do anything.”

The owner's wide-eyed owner remained wide-eyed as his lover happily explained the new feeding method.

“Kyung just snaps the cookie in his mouth...like that.” It doesn't say anything, but there's also a demonstration of how to do it. "I'm just going to go in and eat it myself...like this."

Kyungsoo held his breath as Jongin leaned forward and bit the cookie from his own mouth. Even though their lips weren't touching, they couldn't say they weren't close. Jongin chewed a small cookie as he watched the reaction of the person in front of him. ...Really cute!

After the bowl of cookies is finished, that is. Kyungsoo realized that the air conditioner couldn't help make himself feel cooler. Size of the television set It's your turn to look. Until the sound is heard But if we asked each other what they watched just now, what story it was, we'd have to honestly answer that we don't know. I only remember seeing Jongin's face periodically and holding my breath periodically...

Calling Jongin a hypocrite wouldn't be right. When he himself was the one who easily conformed and complied.

like now

Kyungsoo stroked the soft, dark brown hair of the younger man who was now resting on his lap. He was grown, only a year older than him. But he's really perverse. But sometimes it's tricky and brilliant.

Some of them looked down at the face that was closing their eyes. Even though he's not the most handsome man I've ever met. But it was the man who made him 'love' the most, everything that made up him. be this man A man named Kim Jongin Warm Jongin...

“Kyungsoo…” The person who was called out from his trance looked down at the owner of the deep voice.

“Hm.” Strong arms reached out and caressed the head of the person sitting there. before applying gentle pressure to make the small head bend down towards Both of their eyes matched. The eyelids slowly closed as the distance receded. Until their lips touched

Thick lips pressed down slowly and gently. Carefully gliding it along the full lips, slowly, without touching, some of my heart fluttered. No matter how many times we kiss, it always makes my heart flutter. The tall figure gently pressed his lips down again before pulling away to look at his lover, whose eyes were closed and cheeks were flushed.

Oh...if you make a face like that, I won't want to do this.

Jongin gingerly stole another kiss on the cheek and sat up. while raising his hand to wrap around the small shoulder at his side

“Kyungsoo-ah…”

“I have something to help you with.”

“What?” Kyungsoo, who just found his voice, replied.

"If you say it, don't complain to me."

“I won't promise.” Hearing this, the thick figure laughed softly in his throat and rubbed the hair on the back of the thin figure with a smile on his face.

“Actually...my waist hurts.” Kyungsoo turned his head to look at Jongin.

“How many times have I told you? Whatever you do, be careful around the back of your waist.” His voice was a little angry, speaking quickly, not giving the other party time to make an excuse. “Do you want to stay in the hospital for a long time? Why...is the nurse so beautiful? If this time comes again, I won't go watch. Don't we have a lot of friends? Let's go take care of it ourselves.”

"Alas"

"Come tell me, how many days have you been hurting?"

“Just…” Before he could answer, another person suddenly came up.

"No need to, we've been together for a long time, I know your personality." When I'm sick and have a fever, I refuse to do anything. I'll let Kyungsoo take care of me. But if this is the case He will zip his mouth completely. Didn't utter a single word of moaning.

Sometimes he found out that his condition had worsened when he went to the doctor. I've even asked for medicine to take...I'm so close to the doctor that I can probably count my relatives already. It's still a little bit better lately. But it didn't stop him from worrying.

Kyungsoo turns to meet Jongin's eyes, and he's even more displeased. Look at him... he's still able to put on a happy face.

“What are you smiling about?”

"I'm happy, so I smile."

“Are your back hurts and are you happy?”

“No, it's just that the lover shows that he's worried. This lump here is jumping with joy." He said as he gently slammed his hand on his left breast to let him know that the lump meant was 'heart'. "The more you say that we've been together for a long time, we know our personalities. I, whoever I am, will be delighted to die.”

Even though Jongin spreads a smile that makes your heart melt. But Kyungsoo still kept his face steady.

“A short, simple sentence, 'Worry about yourself,' when will I remember it in my brain?”

The tall figure opened his mouth and was about to answer. But it was as if the person in front of him knew and quickly raised a finger to his thick lips and spoke before cutting him off.

"No need to continue, argue, or change into sweet words."

To prevent Jongin from speaking But he couldn't stop the mischievous look in his eyes that clearly wanted to argue.

Jongin pressed a kiss to the slender finger that rested on his lips. before he could quickly pull his hand back

“Where do you keep the medicine? So I can go apply it and massage it for you.”

“The same place,” the tall man replied with a smile on his face.

“Where was the original place? ...Drawers next to the bedside table, refrigerator, medicine box in...”

“Oh, Kyung…” The younger man made a cooing sound to the person who was worried about him but still didn't mind secretly teasing him. “The drawer next to the bedside table.”

Kyungsoo walked towards the bedroom that was decorated with modern white furniture that was pleasing to the eye. Pulling the matching drawers together, I found a brightly colored medicine tube that looked familiar. After walking out, he saw Jongin lying face down. Long legs sticking out past the sofa. The two hands are placed together under the chin. He tilted his head to look.

“Is this right here? Are you going to sleep in the bed?”

“I think it's better not.”

Beautiful eyebrows raised in question.

“Don't you remember the last time it didn't end there? If I don't get better, Kyung won't be able to scold me. Kyung knows that I..."

“That's enough, that's enough.” The cheeks on Sweet's face immediately turned red as they recalled the sweet memories of the two of them.

“I want to just 'sleep' but when my Kyung acts cute, I began to feel unsure of how to control myself…”

“That's enough, you don't have to say it anymore!” Some people covered their ears with their hands. before shaking it off as if to turn around and get some good sleep.

The masseuse hesitated for a moment then decided to straddle her strong thighs. Sure enough, he felt the slight flinch of the prone person. I probably didn't think that he would come up and crush me like this. But he doesn't care...who would bow down to get tired? It's better to fight and sit up...is that true?

Kyungsoo lifted up the hem of his black t-shirt. A familiar muscular tanned back appeared. Some of them took a breath to regain their senses before squeezing out a fair amount of white medicine from the tube. Then carefully apply it around The small hand applied heavy, light pressure in a rhythmic manner. Run from the waist to the back. The fingertips rub in the area where people often feel pain under their bodies.

“Uh...” The owner of this broad back suddenly moaned in his throat without any flute. I played until my hands suddenly stopped.

"Uh... continue, right there," a low voice said softly. Invite people to listen with giddy hearts. The hand that had begun to tremble put its weight back on as the tall figure demanded.

"this..."

“What?!”

“If you want to sit in that position, can you help me stay still?”

“Be still and how am I going to massage you?” Kyungsoo didn't understand Jongin at all. When he stopped, he told him to continue. When I continued, I was told to stay still. ...In conclusion, what should I do?

“Just move your hand, just your arm. Otherwise, you don't have to."

Just this, some people will already know what the speaker means. But he didn't mean to. Time to move your arm up Its body moved somewhat, which is normal. I didn't think that this friction would be... Just thinking about that, his white cheeks turned red like a ripe gourd.

Is it wrong to sit like this?

Kyungsoo continued to massage carefully. Try to move as little as possible. and hoped that the person lying down couldn't hear the sound of his heart beating so fast that it seemed to pop out.

“K..Keyang?” The small figure stood up and stood next to the sofa without waiting for an answer.

“Ah, thank you,” Jongin said, standing and twisting a little to stretch his legs. before lazily sitting down on the chair again

“Then I'll go prepare dinner first,” Kyungsoo said after looking at the large clock hanging on the wall.

“Let me help you.”

"No need, I'll make the whole meal myself."

The tall man saw his lover's eyes twinkling with intent and didn't want to interrupt anything. while remembering that today is Christmas Day Chef Kyungsoo probably wanted to make this meal special so that he and the two of them could have good memories together.

“Alright then. If there's anything, call me. I am right here.”

"I'm just going to cook, not going to fight."

“Kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk”

After Kyungsoo disappeared into the kitchen Jongin then picked up his mobile phone and played a game. In my head, I kept thinking about things.

Kyungsoo knows Jongin's personality. Of course, he knew the other person's personality as well. Kyungsoo is a determined person. and have high effort Until sometimes I accidentally do things beyond my control. which he himself could not help but worry about No one wants the person they love. The person you care for has suffered or gotten hurt...is that true?

Pleng!!

faster than thought The tall figure sitting on the sofa rushed towards the direction of the sound as soon as he heard it.

“Kyungsoo!”

“Will...Jongin.”

The sight that appeared to the eye was a large, clear glass bowl that had been shattered on the floor, not far from a figure standing tensely. Eyes wide with shock And the built-in cabinet door that remains open is opposite the top. Only then would the new entrant immediately understand the situation in front of them.

“Why didn't you call me? Just stay there. Don't do anything, I'll be right back.” After saying that, he hurried towards the storage room, intending to grab a broom and a dustpan.

Oh!!

His long legs hadn't even reached their destination yet and he had to rush back to the place he had just come from with his heart more worried than before. Because the voice just now was Kyungsoo's voice!

Jongin almost went crazy when he saw the small figure squatting down. One hand supported the other, which had bright red blood dripping from it. Not far away was a large shard of glass that had red stains on its sharp edges.

“Hyung!! I told you to stay still, wait for me!”

A screaming sound does not make the listener feel hollow. But it's another thing...

“Why doesn't hyung listen to me?!”

At first, Kyungsoo thought he was deaf. But this time it was clearly emphasized that the person in front of him called him 'hyung', not 'kyung'.

Changing pronouns can indicate the speaker's changing moods.

Clear water rose around his large eyes. before gradually flowing He began to be unsure about what hurt more. Between the cuts of broken glass on his hand With words that hurt the heart

“Oh my!”

Jongin steps towards the small figure. Then scooped the other person up into his arms. Head to the living room. before slowly placing the injured person on the sofa Then he walked over and picked up the medicine box without saying a word. Because he didn't want it to be delayed even for a second.

After returning with wound care equipment The tall figure sat with his knees bent in front of Kyungsoo. Then he gently pulled out the injured hand. Slender fingers handled the wound gently. Every step passed quickly, if filled with gentleness. His dark brown eyes clearly showed concern and worry.

At this point, only sobs broke the silence that had enveloped the room. His free hand roughly wiped away the tears. His eyes focused on his lover who was bandaging the wound on his palm.

Jongin held a small hand that was wrapped in white gauze. Stretching out his other hand to wipe away the tears on his cheeks. “Does it hurt a lot?”

Some people shook their heads slightly in response. But even more, I saw eyes that looked at me with concern and a slight smile. Plus, the fingers that gently wiped away his tears made the clear water flow down even more than before.

"Oh... my good friend, don't cry."

"Huh" to nod But the tears still wouldn't stop flowing.

The owner of the tan skin stood to his full height and pulled the person sitting into his embrace. A thick hand caressed the small head soothingly. while speaking softly next to his ear “Sorry for making you cry. I'm not good..."

The small figure hurriedly shook his head and pulled away just a little so he could clearly see his lover's face.

“No, it's just that this wound is far from my heart. You don't have to be so worried." He smiled a little at the end. Because I didn't want this young man to think too much.

“The reason I accidentally yelled, the reason I got angry, Kyungsoo, do you know that it's because I love you, I care, and the more I love you, the more I care...” His eyes still stared deep into sweet eyes, hoping to give it to another person. Know your feelings “...but I'm more angry at myself for not taking good care of Kyung. I made a promise to myself that even ants wouldn't let me climb. Mosquitoes don't swarm.

So don't say that the wound is just this. If Kyungsoo gets hurt Jongin, this person is hurt. ...and it hurts ten times more.”

His full lips curled into a heart-shaped smile before biting his lower lip in an attempt to hide his emotion.

"Oh...I know now." When he finished, he turned his eyes to look at the taller person. “So, like this, will Jongin forbid me from cooking?”

Thick palms cup both pale pink cheeks. He lowered his head a little to close the distance between them.

“I know that cooking is Kyungsoo's happiness. And how can I prevent this?”

Hearing this, small arms wrapped around the speaker's body. with his face buried in his strong chest

"thank you"

The tall figure stretched out his arms to embrace in response, bringing the two of them closer together.

“Thank you...for everything.”

Thick lips pressed a possessive kiss to the black hair.

“With pleasure... Because everything I do I did it willingly.”

Kyungsoo's heart raced before he decided to say what he wanted to say, "I love you."

“Yes, I love you too, my Kyungsoo.”