a hundred & five
pairing kaisoo
rating pg
genres fluff
words 2.5k
summary kyungsoo witnesses a mall proposal, first hand.
a hundred & five
Jongin was late.
While he had never struck Kyungsoo as a punctual person, fifteen minutes was starting to push the limit. The bag in his hand was beginning to cut into Kyungsoo’s fingers, the new laptop proving a little too much for the plastic encasing it. Kyungsoo frowns at his phone for a fifth time, the words "goin to bathroom, meet up by the macys escalator in 5 min?" glowing bright on his screen, with a cheery timestamp of a third of an hour ago right beside in compliment.
A slight worry flits through Kyungsoo's mind that maybe Jongin had gotten lost, or worse, fallen asleep in the bathroom (this wouldn't be the first time. or even the second, actually). He steps away from the mall directory he's leaning against for a moment to peer into the crowd, lifting himself on the tip of his toes as he scans the floor for a familiar flop of dark hair.
It's then that he notices the neat dispersion of a handful guys in the center of the floor, an unusual stagnant pattern of organization embedded in the middle of the unorganized flow of people on a busy Saturday afternoon. Their heads are uniformly bowed, fingers of their right hands identically curled around the bill of their caps. And before Kyungsoo can form a theory, the piano intro to a remix of Jason Derulo's Marry Me begins to echo loudly from the mall's speakers.
♫ A hundred and five is the number that comes to my head. When I think of all the years I wanna be with you. ♫
The crowd instantly clears for the flashmob, forming a neat circular stage as the guys begin to dance. They're all good, movements fluid as they lay down a few moves, and Kyungsoo begins to enjoy to enjoy the performance, toes tapping against the ground in time with the beat.
When the song hits to the chorus, it takes Jason Derulo crooning will you marry me a total three times before it hits Kyungsoo-he was going to be witness a cheesy mall proposal.
With a bit of excitement, Kyungsoo leans against the mall directory again, plastic bending slightly under his weight. He lightly crosses his arms as a smile laces the corners of lips upwards. The crowd had grown to at least a throng of about 200 by now, quite few more spectators beginning to cling to railings on the upper floors of the mall. Luckily, Kyungsoo had ended up with the perfect seat for the show. By chance he had ended up on the side of the circle with the dancers directly facing him.
♫ The more I look, the more I find the reasons why you're the love of my life. ♫
But the weird thing was that the dancers looked oddly familiar. Kyungsoo wasn’t wearing his glasses, and their features were blurred just enough to be obscured. But the guy in the front had a lean figure that looked uncannily like Yixing, and that other guy in the left had Sehun's less than aesthetic blond middle part and lanky limbs and Kyungsoo could swear that guy on the right was Luhan (who else dyed their hair that shade of pink). But before he can work out the rest, an arm snakes around his waist, and Jongin's voice floats into his ear.
"Sorry for making you wait," Jongin gently unhooks the bag from Kyungsoo's fingers. He sounds slightly out of breath as he shifts from foot to foot, "And before you ask, no. I didn't fall asleep again."
♫ We'll forever be in love, so there ain't no need to rush. But one day I won't be able to ask you loud enough ♫
"It's all good," Kyungsoo grins, pointing to the dancers. "I had this to entertain me."
"Oh?" Jongin glances at the dancers, a bit of theatrical wonder seeping into his tone. “What’s this?”
Kyungsoo bounces on his toes excitedly. "I think someone's going to propose."
"That’s cute" Jongin nods, his voice sounding a little faint. "Its a nice song. Good for dancing."
"It is. Pretty catchy," Kyungsoo nods. He squints again, because that shorter guy looked a lot like, "Baekhyun," Kyungsoo points, looking up at Jongin. "Doesn't that look like Baekhyun?"
Jongin looks for a moment before humming, tone significantly less surprised than Kyungsoo expected, unsurprised in fact- "Hmm, say you're right. In fact that's Tao over there."
"And Sehun, Yixing, Minseok...and wait is everyone here?"
Jongin glances over for a moment, before nodding a little too quickly. "Yep, seems to be."
"Aren't they supposed to be elsewhere right now though?" Kyungsoo waves his arm, slightly indignant that Jongin isn’t more surprised. "They all told me were all too busy to go eat lunch today."
"Well,” Jongin shrugs, jamming a hand into his pocket as he fidgets. “I guess they were busy with this thing here?"
"I guess," Kyungsoo, still not entirely satisfied, leans against Jongin for a moment before suddenly standing upright. "Wait, then we probably know who’s proposing. Who could it be?"
"Huh?"
"If just about everyone we know is doing the flashmob, we should know at least know the person who's asking," Kyungsoo begins to spastically scan the mall for other familiar faces embedded in the crowd as he clings to Jongin's arm, tugging on it as he runs through names. "Taemin? No they just broke up. Henry? No wait he's in Taiwan. Changmin just got engaged. Wait is it Jongdae? It's gotta be Jongdae. Where's Jongdae? Help me find Jongdae."
"I don't think it's Jongdae," Jongin laughs, ruffling Kyungsoo's hair, "But shh, we'll find out in a moment."
"I guess," Kyungsoo taps his foot impatiently against the ground. "But I want to know now."
"Soon. You’ll find out soon,” Jongin promises, bobbing his head along to the music. “In exactly a minute, actually.”
"Wait a second," Kyungsoo narrows his eyes, pointing an accusatory finger at Jongin. "You know, don’t you?”
“…Maybe…” Jongin smiles suspiciously.
“And you're not telling me," Kyungsoo grovels.
Jongin smiles guiltily, shrugging as he flicks his eyes up at the ceiling. "I can’t?"
“Why not?”
“You’ll figure it out soon,” Jongin puts an index finger up to his lips. “Sorry.”
♫ How many girls in the world can make me feel like this? Baby I don't ever plan to find out. ♫
"If you were actually sorry, you’d tell me,” Kyungsoo snorts as he turns back to watch the dancers.
"It's more fun with the suspense, isn't it?" Jongin hugs Kyungsoo, squishing his cheek against Kyungsoo's close enough that Kyungsoo can feel the corner of his lip tug into a growing grin.
"No," Kyungsoo lightly shoves Jongin's face away from his, a mock-frown crossing his face. "It's not. No hugs, you don’t deserve one.“
“Are you serious?!”
"Yes," Kyungsoo crosses his arms. "Can’t hug me unless you tell me who’s proposing.”
"Well since I can’t do that,” Jongin shakes his head, he taps his foot along to the beat. “I guess I have to live without hugs for a bit.”
Jongin watches the dancers for a few more moments before he begins to lip sync to the song, gazing down at Kyungsoo as he sways along with the beat, lightly mimicking a few of the movements of the dancers, "We'll forever be in love, so there ain't no need to rush."
Kyungsoo hits Jongin on the arm less-than lightly, face heating up as people began to focus their attention on them.
"Stop it," Kyungsoo hisses. "You're taking attention away from the main couple."
Jongin ignores Kyungsoo, throwing even more flourish as he soulfully continues to pretend to sing, stepping back a step and clutching a fist to his chest as he holds his other hand out to Kyungsoo, "But one day I won't be able to ask you loud enough."
Kyungsoo freezes as Jongin begins to dance fully in step with the dancers, eyes trained amusedly on Kyungsoo, movements practiced and in sync with the rest of the group. Suddenly, he jumps backwards into the circle, bounding until he stops next Yixing, giving him a quick high five before grooving with the rest of the group.
♫ I'll say, "Will you marry me?" ♫
Several girls on the sidelines begin to scream as Jongin points at Kyungsoo. Someone from behind shoves Kyungsoo lightly into the circle, and he blinks confusedly as he realizes he’s now singled out and alone, standing out in the open as the object of attention.
♫ I swear that I will mean it, I'll say, "Will you marry me?" ♫
Jongin taps his chest again. It takes Kyungsoo's several moments to process things, and when he finally gets it, his hands fly up to cover his gaping mouth, his ability to think quickly evaporating.
♫ And if I lost everything, in my heart it means nothing. ♫
Kyungsoo can feel the weight of 200 pairs, well closer to 300 now, of eyes trained on him as he instinctively tries to backpedal into the anonymity of the crowd, a weird mixture of insane happiness and mortification exploding in his chest. The same hand pushes Kyungsoo forward again, and when Kyungsoo spins around he finds out it belongs to grinning Jongdae.
"You," Kyungsoo glares.
"Wait what did I do?" Jongdae looks genuinely shocked.
♫ 'Cause I have you, girl, I have you. ♫
Kyungsoo ignores Jongdae and focuses on the dancers again just in time to catch Jongin's saucy wink as he begins to stride towards Kyungsoo. Kyungsoo’s mind is completely blank as Jongin slips a pair of fingers into his back jeans pocket, Kyungsoo’s hands shaking against his face as Jongin draws closer. The first time, Jongin’s fingers slip, and a bit of shock flashes out of his face as his fingers snap out empty and Kyungsoo lets out a slightly nervous laugh, eyes squeezing shut and mouth grinning wide as he snickers silently. But Jongin gets it on the second try, slipping out a small box as he walks towards Kyungsoo. The corners of Kyungsoo's eyes begin to feel wet, but he's too stunned to wipe them.
♫ To get right down on bended knee. ♫
Jongin lowers himself to the ground, left knee hitting the ground lightly as Kyungsoo clenches his hands harder against his face.
He’s taken briefly back to that day he halfheartedly decided to go to that party at Baekhyun’s house, that night where he perched himself on the barstool, nursing a solo cup of apple cider and as he talked the night away with a stranger who would go on to be something much more than a friend, a younger, soft-spoken guy with a charming smile and a sweet personality who liked dancing and poodles and still watched Pororo well into second decade of life. The night that ended with a reluctant goodbye at his porch, his fingers clutching the door handle as he watched him walk out of sight, the night where giving his phone number changed his life, the night that was a firm push against the gates of love.
♫ Nothing else would ever be better, better ♫
Somewhere in the distance, Kris yells, “Get on with it,” much to the amusement of the rest of his crowd. But Kyungsoo barely hears him, because time has slowed and his senses have muted out everything that isn’t Jongin. The only things his eyes perceive is Jongin crouching there, fingers gently squeezing the lid of the box, eyes blinking up at Kyungsoo in earnest as he offers up a piece of his heart.
♫Than that day when...♫
It’s then that Jongin pops the box open, inquisitive smile on his face as he lifts his brows.
♫ I'll say, "Will you marry me?" ♫
Kyungsoo stares down at the shining ring, the diamond refracting a brilliant rainbow against the dark velvet, his knees growing weaker by the second as he stares at the box, wide-eyed and disbelieving. Happiness was an understatement for what he was feeling at that moment, an almost trivializing descriptor for the fireworks that were exploding in his chest, rockets of excitement and ecstasy that were zinging through his nerves, up his spine, and exploding in his head, the sparks making the world look ten times brighter.
♫ I swear that I will mean it. I'll say, "Will you marry me?" ♫
Jongin shakes the box slightly as he expectantly waits for the answer. Kyungsoo finally nods slowly, shuffling forward as best he can until he falls into Jongin's arms. The crowd breaks into hoots and applause as Jongin rises to catch Kyungsoo, clutching him against his chest as he whispers in Kyungsoo's ear.
"I'm sorry I'm not very good at words, so I wanted to propose to you with what I do best. But, anyway, the last four years have been amazing with you, you’ve made me the happiest guy in the world," Jongin takes a finger tucks a strand of hair behind Kyungsoo's ear as Kyungsoo wordlessly lets the wetness from his eyes seep into the fabric of Jongin's shirt, arms dangling loosely by his side.
"So I’d like to ensure a few more years together,” Jongin mutters as he gently breaks away for a moment to gently slip the ring on Kyungsoo's finger. “If you’d like to share them with me too.”
Kyungsoo nods again, thumb sliding over the cool metal of the band, and Jongin leans down and kisses him softly on the lips.
Chanyeol chooses that moment to swoop in, camera clicking away as he snaps shots of them both, and Kyungsoo groans, quickly breaking the kiss and burying his head into Jongin’s chest, hands weakly circling around Jongin's waist as he tries to hide from the lens.
"See, suspense is fun?"
Kyungsoo smiles, rolling his face into Jongin's chest he hides his reddening face from the crowd. "Sure."
♫ A hundred and five is the number that comes to my head
When I think of all the years I wanna be with you
Wake up every morning with you in my bed
That's precisely what I plan to do,
yeah. ♫
- fin -
rating pg
genres fluff
words 2.5k
summary kyungsoo witnesses a mall proposal, first hand.
a hundred & five
Jongin was late.
While he had never struck Kyungsoo as a punctual person, fifteen minutes was starting to push the limit. The bag in his hand was beginning to cut into Kyungsoo’s fingers, the new laptop proving a little too much for the plastic encasing it. Kyungsoo frowns at his phone for a fifth time, the words "goin to bathroom, meet up by the macys escalator in 5 min?" glowing bright on his screen, with a cheery timestamp of a third of an hour ago right beside in compliment.
A slight worry flits through Kyungsoo's mind that maybe Jongin had gotten lost, or worse, fallen asleep in the bathroom (this wouldn't be the first time. or even the second, actually). He steps away from the mall directory he's leaning against for a moment to peer into the crowd, lifting himself on the tip of his toes as he scans the floor for a familiar flop of dark hair.
It's then that he notices the neat dispersion of a handful guys in the center of the floor, an unusual stagnant pattern of organization embedded in the middle of the unorganized flow of people on a busy Saturday afternoon. Their heads are uniformly bowed, fingers of their right hands identically curled around the bill of their caps. And before Kyungsoo can form a theory, the piano intro to a remix of Jason Derulo's Marry Me begins to echo loudly from the mall's speakers.
♫ A hundred and five is the number that comes to my head. When I think of all the years I wanna be with you. ♫
The crowd instantly clears for the flashmob, forming a neat circular stage as the guys begin to dance. They're all good, movements fluid as they lay down a few moves, and Kyungsoo begins to enjoy to enjoy the performance, toes tapping against the ground in time with the beat.
When the song hits to the chorus, it takes Jason Derulo crooning will you marry me a total three times before it hits Kyungsoo-he was going to be witness a cheesy mall proposal.
With a bit of excitement, Kyungsoo leans against the mall directory again, plastic bending slightly under his weight. He lightly crosses his arms as a smile laces the corners of lips upwards. The crowd had grown to at least a throng of about 200 by now, quite few more spectators beginning to cling to railings on the upper floors of the mall. Luckily, Kyungsoo had ended up with the perfect seat for the show. By chance he had ended up on the side of the circle with the dancers directly facing him.
♫ The more I look, the more I find the reasons why you're the love of my life. ♫
But the weird thing was that the dancers looked oddly familiar. Kyungsoo wasn’t wearing his glasses, and their features were blurred just enough to be obscured. But the guy in the front had a lean figure that looked uncannily like Yixing, and that other guy in the left had Sehun's less than aesthetic blond middle part and lanky limbs and Kyungsoo could swear that guy on the right was Luhan (who else dyed their hair that shade of pink). But before he can work out the rest, an arm snakes around his waist, and Jongin's voice floats into his ear.
"Sorry for making you wait," Jongin gently unhooks the bag from Kyungsoo's fingers. He sounds slightly out of breath as he shifts from foot to foot, "And before you ask, no. I didn't fall asleep again."
♫ We'll forever be in love, so there ain't no need to rush. But one day I won't be able to ask you loud enough ♫
"It's all good," Kyungsoo grins, pointing to the dancers. "I had this to entertain me."
"Oh?" Jongin glances at the dancers, a bit of theatrical wonder seeping into his tone. “What’s this?”
Kyungsoo bounces on his toes excitedly. "I think someone's going to propose."
"That’s cute" Jongin nods, his voice sounding a little faint. "Its a nice song. Good for dancing."
"It is. Pretty catchy," Kyungsoo nods. He squints again, because that shorter guy looked a lot like, "Baekhyun," Kyungsoo points, looking up at Jongin. "Doesn't that look like Baekhyun?"
Jongin looks for a moment before humming, tone significantly less surprised than Kyungsoo expected, unsurprised in fact- "Hmm, say you're right. In fact that's Tao over there."
"And Sehun, Yixing, Minseok...and wait is everyone here?"
Jongin glances over for a moment, before nodding a little too quickly. "Yep, seems to be."
"Aren't they supposed to be elsewhere right now though?" Kyungsoo waves his arm, slightly indignant that Jongin isn’t more surprised. "They all told me were all too busy to go eat lunch today."
"Well,” Jongin shrugs, jamming a hand into his pocket as he fidgets. “I guess they were busy with this thing here?"
"I guess," Kyungsoo, still not entirely satisfied, leans against Jongin for a moment before suddenly standing upright. "Wait, then we probably know who’s proposing. Who could it be?"
"Huh?"
"If just about everyone we know is doing the flashmob, we should know at least know the person who's asking," Kyungsoo begins to spastically scan the mall for other familiar faces embedded in the crowd as he clings to Jongin's arm, tugging on it as he runs through names. "Taemin? No they just broke up. Henry? No wait he's in Taiwan. Changmin just got engaged. Wait is it Jongdae? It's gotta be Jongdae. Where's Jongdae? Help me find Jongdae."
"I don't think it's Jongdae," Jongin laughs, ruffling Kyungsoo's hair, "But shh, we'll find out in a moment."
"I guess," Kyungsoo taps his foot impatiently against the ground. "But I want to know now."
"Soon. You’ll find out soon,” Jongin promises, bobbing his head along to the music. “In exactly a minute, actually.”
"Wait a second," Kyungsoo narrows his eyes, pointing an accusatory finger at Jongin. "You know, don’t you?”
“…Maybe…” Jongin smiles suspiciously.
“And you're not telling me," Kyungsoo grovels.
Jongin smiles guiltily, shrugging as he flicks his eyes up at the ceiling. "I can’t?"
“Why not?”
“You’ll figure it out soon,” Jongin puts an index finger up to his lips. “Sorry.”
♫ How many girls in the world can make me feel like this? Baby I don't ever plan to find out. ♫
"If you were actually sorry, you’d tell me,” Kyungsoo snorts as he turns back to watch the dancers.
"It's more fun with the suspense, isn't it?" Jongin hugs Kyungsoo, squishing his cheek against Kyungsoo's close enough that Kyungsoo can feel the corner of his lip tug into a growing grin.
"No," Kyungsoo lightly shoves Jongin's face away from his, a mock-frown crossing his face. "It's not. No hugs, you don’t deserve one.“
“Are you serious?!”
"Yes," Kyungsoo crosses his arms. "Can’t hug me unless you tell me who’s proposing.”
"Well since I can’t do that,” Jongin shakes his head, he taps his foot along to the beat. “I guess I have to live without hugs for a bit.”
Jongin watches the dancers for a few more moments before he begins to lip sync to the song, gazing down at Kyungsoo as he sways along with the beat, lightly mimicking a few of the movements of the dancers, "We'll forever be in love, so there ain't no need to rush."
Kyungsoo hits Jongin on the arm less-than lightly, face heating up as people began to focus their attention on them.
"Stop it," Kyungsoo hisses. "You're taking attention away from the main couple."
Jongin ignores Kyungsoo, throwing even more flourish as he soulfully continues to pretend to sing, stepping back a step and clutching a fist to his chest as he holds his other hand out to Kyungsoo, "But one day I won't be able to ask you loud enough."
Kyungsoo freezes as Jongin begins to dance fully in step with the dancers, eyes trained amusedly on Kyungsoo, movements practiced and in sync with the rest of the group. Suddenly, he jumps backwards into the circle, bounding until he stops next Yixing, giving him a quick high five before grooving with the rest of the group.
♫ I'll say, "Will you marry me?" ♫
Several girls on the sidelines begin to scream as Jongin points at Kyungsoo. Someone from behind shoves Kyungsoo lightly into the circle, and he blinks confusedly as he realizes he’s now singled out and alone, standing out in the open as the object of attention.
♫ I swear that I will mean it, I'll say, "Will you marry me?" ♫
Jongin taps his chest again. It takes Kyungsoo's several moments to process things, and when he finally gets it, his hands fly up to cover his gaping mouth, his ability to think quickly evaporating.
♫ And if I lost everything, in my heart it means nothing. ♫
Kyungsoo can feel the weight of 200 pairs, well closer to 300 now, of eyes trained on him as he instinctively tries to backpedal into the anonymity of the crowd, a weird mixture of insane happiness and mortification exploding in his chest. The same hand pushes Kyungsoo forward again, and when Kyungsoo spins around he finds out it belongs to grinning Jongdae.
"You," Kyungsoo glares.
"Wait what did I do?" Jongdae looks genuinely shocked.
♫ 'Cause I have you, girl, I have you. ♫
Kyungsoo ignores Jongdae and focuses on the dancers again just in time to catch Jongin's saucy wink as he begins to stride towards Kyungsoo. Kyungsoo’s mind is completely blank as Jongin slips a pair of fingers into his back jeans pocket, Kyungsoo’s hands shaking against his face as Jongin draws closer. The first time, Jongin’s fingers slip, and a bit of shock flashes out of his face as his fingers snap out empty and Kyungsoo lets out a slightly nervous laugh, eyes squeezing shut and mouth grinning wide as he snickers silently. But Jongin gets it on the second try, slipping out a small box as he walks towards Kyungsoo. The corners of Kyungsoo's eyes begin to feel wet, but he's too stunned to wipe them.
♫ To get right down on bended knee. ♫
Jongin lowers himself to the ground, left knee hitting the ground lightly as Kyungsoo clenches his hands harder against his face.
He’s taken briefly back to that day he halfheartedly decided to go to that party at Baekhyun’s house, that night where he perched himself on the barstool, nursing a solo cup of apple cider and as he talked the night away with a stranger who would go on to be something much more than a friend, a younger, soft-spoken guy with a charming smile and a sweet personality who liked dancing and poodles and still watched Pororo well into second decade of life. The night that ended with a reluctant goodbye at his porch, his fingers clutching the door handle as he watched him walk out of sight, the night where giving his phone number changed his life, the night that was a firm push against the gates of love.
♫ Nothing else would ever be better, better ♫
Somewhere in the distance, Kris yells, “Get on with it,” much to the amusement of the rest of his crowd. But Kyungsoo barely hears him, because time has slowed and his senses have muted out everything that isn’t Jongin. The only things his eyes perceive is Jongin crouching there, fingers gently squeezing the lid of the box, eyes blinking up at Kyungsoo in earnest as he offers up a piece of his heart.
♫Than that day when...♫
It’s then that Jongin pops the box open, inquisitive smile on his face as he lifts his brows.
♫ I'll say, "Will you marry me?" ♫
Kyungsoo stares down at the shining ring, the diamond refracting a brilliant rainbow against the dark velvet, his knees growing weaker by the second as he stares at the box, wide-eyed and disbelieving. Happiness was an understatement for what he was feeling at that moment, an almost trivializing descriptor for the fireworks that were exploding in his chest, rockets of excitement and ecstasy that were zinging through his nerves, up his spine, and exploding in his head, the sparks making the world look ten times brighter.
♫ I swear that I will mean it. I'll say, "Will you marry me?" ♫
Jongin shakes the box slightly as he expectantly waits for the answer. Kyungsoo finally nods slowly, shuffling forward as best he can until he falls into Jongin's arms. The crowd breaks into hoots and applause as Jongin rises to catch Kyungsoo, clutching him against his chest as he whispers in Kyungsoo's ear.
"I'm sorry I'm not very good at words, so I wanted to propose to you with what I do best. But, anyway, the last four years have been amazing with you, you’ve made me the happiest guy in the world," Jongin takes a finger tucks a strand of hair behind Kyungsoo's ear as Kyungsoo wordlessly lets the wetness from his eyes seep into the fabric of Jongin's shirt, arms dangling loosely by his side.
"So I’d like to ensure a few more years together,” Jongin mutters as he gently breaks away for a moment to gently slip the ring on Kyungsoo's finger. “If you’d like to share them with me too.”
Kyungsoo nods again, thumb sliding over the cool metal of the band, and Jongin leans down and kisses him softly on the lips.
Chanyeol chooses that moment to swoop in, camera clicking away as he snaps shots of them both, and Kyungsoo groans, quickly breaking the kiss and burying his head into Jongin’s chest, hands weakly circling around Jongin's waist as he tries to hide from the lens.
"See, suspense is fun?"
Kyungsoo smiles, rolling his face into Jongin's chest he hides his reddening face from the crowd. "Sure."
♫ A hundred and five is the number that comes to my head
When I think of all the years I wanna be with you
Wake up every morning with you in my bed
That's precisely what I plan to do,
yeah. ♫
- fin -