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[inarichi]

Timed Prompt (15 min)

Prompt: word/phrase: Online

“When will you get off that thing?” Baekhyun’s agitated tone could slice through steel. Kyungsoo shrugged, eyes glued to his computer screen. “Kyungsoo, this is not healthy. You’ve been on that game for days, possibly weeks. When was the last time you took a shower?”

“Two days ago.” Kyungsoo quickly answered.

“Right, two days. That's two days too many. Get off that game.”

“I will, I will.” he muttered, well aware that he wouldn’t be leaving his desk any time soon, too busy playing his favorite moba with his online boyfriend, Kai.

They had met in the forums on the gaming website and ever since their exchange of nerdy banter, they soon realized they actually shared mutual point of views. Friendship blossomed easily over the course of two months, and by the time of the half year mark, they were dating.

Now, Kyungsoo was sure that he wasn’t gay before he met this guy but, oh what the hell? They both loved League to death and that was enough for him. Which was why Baekhyun found him permanently indenting his soft desk chair with bundles of fast food wrappers swarming around his monitor.

He was addicted and there was no turning back now. As long as he had Kai, he would never quit.

However, life had other plans when the power suddenly clicked off, leaving him staring at his monitor as if it just betrayed him to his core.

“Finally!” Baekhyun yelled and jumped from his bed.

“What did you do?!” Kyungsoo’s fingers fumbled with the chords, attempting to get his game back up and running.

“I'm making you get out and live.”

“I'm reporting you to the RA!” Kyungsoo stormed out of their dorm and rushed to the RA’s room down the hall of their dormitory. He couldn’t believe the lengths in which Baekhyun would go to in order to get him off the game.

He banged on the door. “Jongin! Jongin!” The door swung open and Kyungsoo was met with a man who appeared absolutely exhausted, eyes drooping low with bags underneath. He wondered if he’d gotten any sleep. “My roommate made our power go out. Can you fix it?”

“Yeah, just come in for a sec and let me fill out this paper.” Jongin said.

Kyungsoo walked in, eyes looking over the RA’s room. He’d never been in here before, actually, he’d only met this guy on the day he moved in, and he’d been in his room ever since.

Jongin was very attractive and could be fairly popular on their campus if he actually did something with himself. The RA didn’t put much effort into his looks, evidenced by the way he answered the door in a simple t-shirt and faded jeans. But even with the shagged clothes, it didn’t diminish his beauty in any way. He was still gorgeous.

As he strolled further inside, he managed to come across the RA’s computer on his desk. His eyes squinted, scrutinizing the display on the screen. It look familiar—too familiar. He was playing this same game only moments ago. He peered down at the chat window with the name Kai and staggered, backing up until he bumped into something—someone—behind him.

“Something wrong?”

Kyungsoo whipped around. “Y-y-you play League?” his eyes widened comically.

“Yeah? Do you?”

Kyungsoo feared that he'd faint. “I-I’m D.O.” He sputtered and Jongin's face mimicked his now, both staring at each other.

And Kyungsoo wished he’d taken Baekhyun’s advice about that shower.

[indigomini]

Timed Prompt - Living in a Fanfic World (15 min)

“I don’t even know why you keep coming here, you fucking asshole. You don’t even like bowling,” Baekhyun shouts.

“Screw you, you don’t know that I don’t like bowling!” Jongin shouts back, spittle flying.

“Oh yeah?” Baekhyun challenges, eyes wild. “What is the ball called then, huh?"

“What?”

“What is the ball called for bowling?” Baekhyun spells out slowly.

“....Wait, isn’t it just a bowling ball?” Jongin asks, voice losing all heat in his confusion.

“Oh,” Baekhyun says after a pause. “Wait, I think it is.”

“Idiots,” Kyungsoo mutters, making sure it’s loud enough that everyone can hear.

“My point’s still valid. You don’t even like being here. All you do is bitch and whine. You need to gee-tee-eff-oh,” Baekhyun says, giving his best hair flip and heel turn and heading back to the seats.

“Your hair isn’t long enough to flip,” Jongin shoots back, sneering when Baekhyun gives him a horrified look. “And it’s fried. You look like you’re wearing a wig made of hair stolen off a microwaved Barbie doll.”

“Why are you two even arguing?” Kyungsoo barks, stepping between them before they start slapping each other.

“Because he’s an idiot who insulted my hair get out the way I need to end this scalawag!” Baekhyun screams, growing increasingly hysterical.

“No, really though, you two are friends,” Kyungsoo says after gripping a handful of Baekhyun’s hair and leading him back to the seats. “What the hell is going on?”

“It’s building tension,” Jongin guesses.

“Right,” Kyungsoo says. “But why would we build tension?”

“Huh?” Jongin says.

“This is terribly artificial,” Kyungsoo explains. “So either we’re all being drugged with some sort of mind altering substances...are either of you high?”

“If we were high, would we know?” Jongin asks.

“Yes,” Baekhyun snaps, glaring at him while nursing his sore scalp. “Idiot.”

“This is like some sort of bad writing,” Kyungsoo says.

“What, like are we in a movie?” Baekhyun asks.

“This would be a terrible movie,” Jongin says. “I mean what kind of line is ‘what are the balls called in bowling’?”

“No, this isn’t even like disaster movie level,” Kyungsoo says, shaking his head at them and sighing. “This is like bad fanfiction level.”

“Fanfiction like Fifty Shades of Grey?” Jongin asks.

“I thought it was Gray,” Baekhyun corrects.

“See, that’s my point,” Kyungsoo says, waving them off before they interrupt him again. “You don’t know how he spelled it. It’s because it’s being written. This is fanfiction.”

“I can’t be fanfiction,” Jongin argues.

“And why not?”

“Because I mean...I’m real.”

“Real person fanfiction,” Kyungsoo counters.

“No,” Jongin gasps.

“I mean, look at us,” Kyungsoo says, spreading his arms out. “Don’t either of you think it’s weird that every single person in our town of like, what, twenty fucking people is like preternaturally, Kpop-idol level attractive? Like this isn’t the land where plastic surgeons go to retire, this is Bumfuck, No Where.”

“Oh shit, wait,” Jongin rushes out. “Wait, you might have a point.”

“So what now?” Baekhyun says, sneakily standing back up and staying out of grabbing range of Kyungsoo’s arms. “What, do we break out of here? Write an angry review? Bitch on our fakeass Twitter?”

“I have a boner,” Jongin offers.

“Put it away,” Kyungsoo says, shaking his head disapprovingly. “It’s not even real. You’re not even real.”

“But I have a boner?” Jongin repeats.

“Wait, now I do too,” Baekhyun says, squirming to adjust it.

Kyungsoo lets out a loud sigh. “I said to not talk about it, and now I have one too. This is clearly a distraction.”

“You didn’t say not to talk about it,” Jongin mumbles.

“And now we’re all naked,” Baekhyun says.

“Thank you for stating the obvious,” Kyungsoo glares at him as he tries to shield his crotch and avoid looking at the others’.

“Well, I kind of have to,” Baekhyun snips. “If it’s all in text, then how will people know?”

“Is this going to be a threesome?” Jongin asks. “I really don’t want to have a threesome with you guys.”

“Hey, look, there’s lube dripping down the walls,” Baekhyun points.

[inarichi]

Timed Prompt (15 min)

Prompt: Shy and clumsy Nini goes at his husband's school to give him his lunch.

Just keep walking ahead, don’t look down, smile. Someone's smiling at you.

Jongin lifts his head and grants the person who walks by a placid smile that falters moments after due to his severe anxiety. He doesn’t allow it to hinder his sole reason for visiting the vast school, which is to bring his loving husband lunch.

Having been married for 2 years and never visiting his workplace, Jongin thought it was about time to see where his husband spent the majority of his day. Yet, his bashfulness and anxiety plays a role in why he doesn’t leave their apartment often. Not to mention, his bouts of clumsiness that does nothing aside from bringing humiliation.

To only prove his point, it seems that he’s lost as he walks the pearly tiled hallway. Within his palm sits a small boxed lunch filled with his husband’s favorite meal of shrimp fried rice. And Jongin is very proud of having made it from scratch. But lunch is over in 30 minutes and he still hasn’t made it to his husband’s classroom.

So Jongin has to do the one thing he loathes the most: ask someone for directions.

His fingers curl around the box, sweat pooling on his forehead. Jongin gulps when a gorgeous woman walks toward him. He decides to ask her, she looks decent enough. But when he opens his mouth to speak, no words come out. And the woman continues walking, short heels clacking down the hall and into a classroom.

Jongin hangs his head.

This is hopeless.

“Jongin?” The call of his name startles him, and he spins around quick, fumbling with the lunch box. He drops it and the food spills out over the floor. Jongin's eyes quickly fill with tears, he falls to his knees to clean up the mess, and Kyungsoo runs to his aid. “What are you doing here?”

Jongin sniffs. “I w-wanted to b-bring you l-lunch.” he looks down, picking up the rice with his hands and Kyungsoo does the same.

“You wanted to bring me lunch? That's so thoughtful of you.” Kyungsoo’s fingers reach out and he places a palm atop of Jongin’s shaking hand. He works his palm around until it interlaces with Jongin’s and pulls it to his lips for a full and passionate kiss. Jongin’s cheeks dust a soft pink. Kyungsoo chuckles. “You’re so cute. Mhm, my husband is the most charming.”

Jongin mumbles something about being the complete opposite. “I’m s-sorry for being s-so clumsy, look at t-this m-mess.” they continue picking up the food.

“Yes, but it's nothing that we can’t clean up, okay? So don’t worry about it. I’m glad you finally came here to see the school.” Kyungsoo gives him a delicate smile and Jongin returns it with one of his own. “Hey, how about we go get lunch after this?” Kyungsoo’s eyes are filled with affection and how could Jongin say no to his soulmate.

They stand from the ground and Kyungsoo quickly places a kiss on Jongin’s cheek which deepens to a cheery red this time.

“T-they’ll s-see you.” Jongin whispers.

Kyungsoo snickers. “Like I care, you’re too adorable.” he interlaces their hands as they walk down the hall.

[inarichi]

Timed Prompt (10 min)

Prompt: word/ phrase: Humor

Life has a morbid sense of humor. And as Jongin walks inside the doctor's office, he doesn’t find the joke explicitly funny. On the contrary, he is dreading his imminent doom with his prostate examiner when he looks into familiar round eyes.

How could he forget them? Those eyes blown with lust stared at him as he pounded into Jongin's rim time and time again. Those rich and sinful lips whispered carnal desires, pouring out every naughty thing Jongin could even fathom. Those stable hands coursed over his body leaving no place untouched.

He knew this man—very, very well.

They indulged in each other a month ago. Despite meeting at a bar and going to a hotel for a night, the man showed interest in getting to know him better after they had sex. He offered his number and Jongin took it, but he never intended to call. And, he didn’t.

Being the asshole that he was, he simply brushed the man off as he did all of his other flings. But now, he wishes he hadn’t as he stands before the very man who he left hanging in the wind that day.

“Kim Jongin, correct?” the man smiles, and Jongin nods. Damn his selective memory for not remembering his name. If he had, he wouldn’t have set up an appointment with him unknowingly.

The building anxiety is plastered on Jongin's face and within his movements. He actively avoids mentioning their previous meeting, and for some odd reason, so does Kyungsoo.

However, that sentiment only lasts until Kyungsoo pulls the glove over his hand and snaps it to his wrist. “Today, I will be examining your prostate.” he grins, a nefarious glint within his eyes. Jongin's a moment away from whimpering.

[inarichi]

Timed Prompt (15 min)

Prompt: Word/ Phrase: Roller coaster

“No, no, no, no, no…hell no. There’s no way you are getting me to ride that! Nope, not happening. I’ll hold the bags. Yup. The bags. Hand them over.” Kyungsoo shakes his head as he offers an open palm for their things. Baekhyun, Sehun, and Jongdae stare at him like he’s lost his damn mind.

“You’re going, Soo,” Baekhyun deadpans, “If I have to ride this shit, so do you. Move it shorty.”

“You lost a fucking bet, I have done nothing!”

“Man, stop being a baby.” Sehun adds.

“Do you see that thing?” Kyungsoo points to the ridiculous ride. “It will kill me, I am fragile! Don’t make me do this, if you love me.” he begs with his hands clasped together in a pleading gesture. 

The others don’t budge however, and Kyungsoo finds himself climbing up the stairs and into a car with a stranger. Sehun decides to take the spot next to a hot girl. Baekhyun and Jongdae share another car.

Kyungsoo reluctantly slides in his seat next to the young man with a cautious look. His quivering fingers fumble with the belt, and he curses under his breath. The nerves ricocheting inside makes his breath release in haggard stutters. He’s barely holding on until the steady hand of the passenger next to him hovers over his own. It’s oddly calming.

“Hey, are you okay?” the man’s concern shows in his voice. 

Kyungsoo squeezes his eyes shut while exhaling. “I-I’m okay, d-don’t I look o-okay?”

“No, you look like I’m about to be covered in your lunch.” 

That elicits a small nervous chuckle from Kyungsoo. He opens his eyes to find the man looking at him with amusement. “I won’t hurl on you. Trust me, I’ll save it for my friends.” the man laughs now, his voice ringing with a light and carefree tone.

“They made you ride this, didn’t they?” he asks, and Kyungsoo nods. “Such losers.”

“Tell me about it.”

“Well, hey yo—” the ride begins, cutting off the young man. 

Kyungsoo lets out a pitiful whimper as the gears turn and the push of the trains move forward. The clinks crescendo as he moves up, the ground growing in distance under his dangling legs.

He slams his eyes closed as they continue to raise in the air. “Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! Mary had a little lamb!” he blurts, and the man explodes, his laugh overshadowing the haunting clanks of metal rubbing against the tracks.

Before the giant drop takes his lungs, the man tightens his grip on Kyungsoo’s hand and down they go.

— —

After the ride, Kyungsoo wants to kiss the ground. And he would have done it too, if it weren’t so unsanitary. The young man leaves out the car along with him, and Kyungsoo doesn’t want to speak with someone who heard him sing five nursery rhymes and scream like a mixture between a pterodactyl and an adolescent girl for the entire ride.

But to his surprise, the man stops him before he catches up to his so-called “friends.”

“Hey, I’m Jongin. Would you mind if I bought you something to eat, you know, after that ride?” Kyungsoo gags. “or...maybe...not food, but possibly we can sit?” Jongin scratches the back of his head. “You have a great voice by the way." he adds.

Kyungsoo thinks he’s adorable. “I think I definitely deserve a break, and I’m Kyungsoo.”

[inarichi]

Timed Prompt (15 min)

Prompt: “Don’t touch that.”

“Ah, wait! Please don’t touch that.” Kyungsoo rushes to stop curious hands. “That’s not something you should touch.” he repositions the highly expensive vase—courtesy of a nearly extinct African tribe—on the wooden table before straightening his circular rimmed glasses.

“I see.” the customer smiles tight-lipped. “Anything in here that I can touch?” he reaches out for an antique statue and Kyungsoo is quick to push his wandering hand down.

“No, that...definitely not that.” he awkwardly adjusts the navy bow tie around his neck. “What can I help you with this time, Jongin?” he asks. Nothing would please him more than having this guy out of his antique store. He doesn’t favor the idea of a curious man whose life remains a mystery in his shop on a regular basis.

However, Jongin stops by occasionally, his attire stark black along with an ebony cloak that travels to his calf. The man is intriguing within his own merit, but Kyungsoo has learned that such men possessing dark secrets aren’t the kind he should dance with.

As breathtakingly beautiful as Jongin is, he dares not to ask more of his occupation or any personal questions. Instead, he ushers him around quickly aiding him in choosing his item of the day so he’d be on his merry way.

Yet, today is different.

“I’m looking for something which belonged to my grandfather. I heard that it could be found here.”

There’s an inkling of his past hidden behind those words, perhaps something which could tell him more about this man in front of him. Kyungsoo wants this opportunity to learn more. “Your grandfather? W-who was he?” he steps closer, his body leaning into Jongin, who humors him with a delicate smile, so small, so charming that Kyungsoo is winded for a brief second.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Jongin raises a brow, and Kyungsoo’s shoulders visibly fall. “You’re so obvious, you really should work on that.” Jongin lifts his chin with his index finger, and the entirety of Kyungsoo’s body stiffens, his breaths halting. “You’re interested in me, aren’t you Professor Do?” Jongin leans in close before pulling back with an impish grin, dropping his fingers from Kyungsoo’s face which has now reddened deeply.

“You insist on toying with my emotions, coming in here at odd hours and leaving whenever you please...” he grumbles as he walks away from the silhouette of mysteries whose face is settled into an amusing smile. “...Always talking like you know everything…” Kyungsoo continues to mutter while straightening golden goblets from the middle ages.

“Kyungsoo.” Jongin calls, his breath inching along Kyungsoo’s neck, and he jumps from the proximity, turning around quickly.

“J-jongin, don’t do that,” he slaps the man’s chest, eliciting a snicker from the taller. “You want to give me a heart attack?”

Jongin chuckles. “You’re far too serious. You always are. Loosen up a bit, won’t you?” Jongin moves closer and Kyungsoo backs away from his advances until he collides into a table and staggers over his feet. “Don’t run from me.” Jongin says as he takes that one last step to close the distance.

Kyungsoo swallows hard, and straightens his glasses before looking Jongin directly in his eyes, resolution at the center of his focus. “I do not run,” he states.

“Good.” Jongin says before taking Kyungsoo’s lips in his own. The professor jolts from the unexpectant turn of events, but falls into the intimate gesture moments later.

[inarichi]

Timed Prompt (15 min)

Prompt: Word/ Phrase: Power

It’s elemental; the power Jongin has over him. With the seduction in his voice, and the temptation of his eyes, his allure is nearly impossible to withstand. In a single touch, it sends ripples of tingles up Kyungsoo’s spine. With a mere brush, the air expels from his lungs and he can no longer breathe. 

The man has his persuasive ways to manipulate Kyungsoo’s feelings. Every emotion suffers through his torment in protest, yet, the will to follow overshadows the other sentiments.

For this man, Kyungsoo would do anything.

And anything involves standing over an incapacitated body with blood stained hands and a glare of condescension. He raises his arms to the levels of his eyes and sees nothing but scarlet rivers flourishing until they trickle to the ground. He breaks free from the trance from the mountains of red assaulting his vision. It blinds his senses until he’s drowning in a sea of crimson. Fear swallows him whole, engulfing him in an all-encompassing terror which paralyzes his limbs. His entire body trembles, screams die inside his throat from what he has become. He no longer knows who he is.

His vision blurs as the room spins, lack of oxygen to his lungs causes him to faint. Yet, when his body begins to fall toward the ground, an arm reaches out to catch him. The man’s hold is familiar, yet, Kyungsoo doesn’t quite know it. He only knows this embrace is one which he seeks, and has longed for, but being an undutiful slave to his master wouldn’t allow him such a place.

Jongin wraps his arms around him in a firm hold, which Kyungsoo lays inside searching for warmth but only finds coldness. The coddling isn’t one which presents love or care, but for such a commodity as a killing machine, Jongin wouldn’t allow him to die.

He’s nothing to Jongin, just someone to manipulate with the twist of his tongue. But he falls into his command, deluded into thinking he could come to love him one day...

[inarichi]

Short Story Challenge

Prompt: (Photo)

(a/n: hey guys! this was a challenge made by @life-n0t-knife aka. Lulu and the limit was 1k words. mines is a bit more than 1k words. oops xD but that’s okay. hope you like it! ^^)

In Reach. 

Everyone moves in a haze of joy, their eyes sparkling with happiness while running towards the championship team. Kyungsoo’s eyes travel aimlessly until he finds his favorite hockey player standing gleefully in front of a mic and camera. He sits bemused by the faint chuckle that leaves Jongin’s lips and sure enough what follows is a scratch behind his head with the squinting of his eyes. Rose colored blush tiptoes along Jongin’s cheek as he nods in a subtle bow, his standard reactions after being highly complimented. 

Kyungsoo sighs his relief through worried lips that soon turns into a faint smile. Seeing Jongin flustered eases his mind and allows him to laugh for just a moment. It’s nothing like his best friend to shy away from attention however, he doesn’t take it well either. There are many quirks and mannerisms Jongin does and Kyungsoo knows what every single one means.

His fingers begin dancing on their own, inspiration fluttering around inside his thoughts. With his notepad snug in his palm, he writes his article for their college newspaper about their win for the night. He notes how the hockey team nearly won and who scored the final few points. How their hardwork and dedication allowed them to win tonight but truly, he wants to write about Jongin. 

Not a day passes by when he doesn’t want the world to know of his best friend’s talent. That Jongin deserves nothing less than a grand stage to stand on while he spectates and writes praises about him because that is what Kyungsoo does best. Words are his lifeline yet verbal usage of them slips far and between the stutters that muster every time he speaks. And in the array of darkness that once was his bullying and mocking came a searing beam of light in the form of a loving smile from the person he’s liked for almost a decade. 

Having met Jongin has changed his life and if he could share that with the world, it would be a dream come true. 

“Kyungsoo?” Come Jongin’s third try as his hand reaches out to place a soft palm onto Kyungsoo’s shoulder. 

The journalist looks up, eyes falling onto his favorite person before a wide smile breaks from his lips. “J-jongin, g-g-great, g-g-game!” He yells before his gaze settles down onto the paper as crimson swarms his cheeks. He stuttered much more than normal there but his excitement couldn’t be contained.

“Thank you.” Jongin says with a chuckle and takes an empty seat beside him. “What are you writing this time?”

“An a-article a-bout you.” Kyungsoo flashes him a subtle grin which Jongin returns with one of his own. 

“Make sure to say nothing but great things.” He leans closer attempting to catch a glimpse of Kyungsoo’s notes. 

“O-of course!” He shies away a few inches because having Jongin so close is not good for his heart. 

“Don’t you have any questions for me? Since this article is about me after all.” Jongin winks, playful and teasing. It’s the type of wink that makes Kyungsoo’s heart jump and his mind drown but he remains afloat, hanging onto this precious friendship with everything he has.

“N-no questions...I k-know everything a-about you, J-jongin.” He shakes his head. 

“Oh yeah?’ Jongin’s eyebrows arch, a mischievous glint in his gaze as his lips form a smirk. “I doubt that.”

Kyungsoo knows him. No one knows Jongin as much as he does. So he takes the hockey player up on his challenge. “T-then a-ask me a-anything.” He straightens his back, confidence spiraling throughout his limbs in an attempt to look unperturbed by Jongin's claim. 

“My favorite colors?” Jongin smiles. 

“Red and b-black.” 

“That was an easy one...What about other sports I have played?” 

He places his notepad on his lap and begins counting on his fingers. “B-basketball...s-soccer...f-football...a-a-a-and hockey.” There’s a pause while he glances at Jongin, then a light bulb flashes. “A-and t-track!”

“Almost got you there.” Jongin chuckles. “You have good memory. I did track back in middle school. It’s been too long.” He sighs. “Do you know why I haven’t dated anyone since high school?”

Oh no. How could he ever know that. It has always seemed odd that Jongin, who was sought after by numerous people never dated. Many people questioned Jongin in the past, but their questions were left unanswered and Jongin would move the conversation to another topic. 

Kyungsoo doesn’t know. He takes pride in knowing everything about his friend, but this is something he’s wondered himself but lacked the courage to ask. Words have always failed him, but even moreso when it comes to this man who he’s loved with all of his heart. It’s difficult to express himself in fear that everything could blow up in flames. So he lies to himself over and over, trying desperately to rid these feelings but they fail to go away. His heart betrays him time and time again, what could he do?

“I...d-dont k-know.” He lowers his head, tightness swelling in his chest. 

Jongin’s eyes soften and his warm palm lands gently onto Kyungsoo’s thigh. “Should I tell you why?” Kyungsoo’s head sinks lower as he weakly nods. Jongin squeezes his thigh lightly. “It’s because there’s already someone that I love. Would you guess who that could be?”

Kyungsoo’s eyes widen as his head snaps up to find chestnut eyes staring into his. His throat runs dry with eyes on the brim of tears but he holds firm before his unrequited love and prays he doesn’t notice. 

“I...I—”

“Well, this person…” Jongin continues but Kyungsoo doesn’t want to know, he doesn’t want to hear who Jongin loves. He squints his eyes in an attempt to make everything a dream, a hallucination that’s different from reality. But it’s all for naught as his mind ushers him back to the present when damp but comforting fingers brush along his chin. Jongin lifts Kyungsoo’s head, causing their eyes to meet and he wouldn’t dare look away. “He’s clumsy, smart, caring and very very attentive.” Jongin chuckles and Kyungsoo feels the familiar tug of tears gathering in his ducts. “He followed me to college, lets me copy his homework and even when I’m being a brat, he’s always there for me, listening to all my troubles.” The tears are falling now, every one of them rolling down plush rosey cheeks as he comes to notice just who this person is. “He’s someone I can’t imagine living without. And most of all, he has the most adorable stutter I have ever heard.”

Kyungsoo chokes up. His eyes possibly swollen but none of that bothers him because having his love returned meant more than anything.

“I wanted to confess after we won. I promised myself I would.” Jongin’s hand reaches up to wipe the tears from Kyungsoo’s face, brushing them as they come, ever flowing and light.  “So what do you say? Would you be the boyfriend of this coward who couldn’t confess for years now?” Jongin dips his head a smidge to allow Kyungsoo to look into his gaze. But the journalist can’t seem to open his eyes in fear that this couldn’t be true.

“Kyungsoo?” Jongin’s worrisome tone prompts him to nod furiously, and then that searing smile which could compete with a thousand suns shines at him. He nods, and nods, and nods a bit more until Jongin is laughing loud and hearty, his eyes brimming as well.  

Kyungsoo is at a loss for words, but that has never mattered anyway. Words have always failed him and this situation is no different. However, because he has Jongin, there’s no need to speak, he’ll let his heart talk instead, for the rest of his life and into eternity.