the marks on his skin
Title: the marks on his skin
Pairing: Kai/Kyungsoo; Kaisoo
Rating: PG-13?
Genre: romance, AU
Summary: Jongin and his friend, Kyungsoo, are art teachers. Kyungsoo lets the kids draw or paint on him as they please. And Jongin likes the marks on his skin.
"Hyung," Jongin, twenty-four years young, greets, nodding his head at Kyungsoo, who is setting up the materials needed for today's lesson.
The older teacher nods back with a smile, the same warm smile that never fails to knock the breath out of the younger teacher. Jongin always wonders why he feels the way he does around his friend.
"I don't think I'm ready for the kids today," jokes Kyungsoo, shaking his head. "The markers they used on me yesterday was hard to scrub off."
Jongin drops his backpack in his chair. They have their desks across from each other, where they would always exchange looks when one of their students does something hilarious or inappropriate- or perhaps both. "You're too nice to the kids, hyung."
"Yeah, well," Kyungsoo shrugs his shoulders.
Summer has started, and Jongin can't believe that he was teaching. Generally, when summer starts, he says adios to his job and relaxes at home- or something like that. But then he met Kyungsoo, an art teacher with this sweet and gentle personality, a few months before summer started. Jongin found out that ever since Kyungsoo took up the job as an art teacher two years ago, the students' interests in art developed- which, of course, caused the parents and the school to fund this week-long summer art program, taught by Kyungsoo (and Jongin; but the kids don't pay him any mind . . . except for the female students).
"You know, you really didn't need to help out," Kyungsoo says as he watches Jongin stare off into space. Jongin startles and blinks his dark eyes. He really has pretty eyes, Kyungsoo thinks. He looks away before Jongin could read into it.
"Eh, it's fine," Jongin says. "I wanted to know what it's like. I heard from Luhan-hyung's assistant- you know, Sehun- that this was a neat program. You're pretty popular around the school," he comments with a tiny smile. Kyungsoo mumbles something incoherent, but the blush on his cheeks distracts Jongin.
Kyungsoo clears his throat, turning his back on the younger teacher. "The kids are about to start coming in," he announces. "Here, have an apron. You don't want your shirt to get dirty. We're playing with paint today."
As Kyungsoo implied earlier in the day, they got dirty. With paint. The kids had fun painting on paper and on the table (Jongin thanks Kyungsoo for covering the tables with newspapers), and on Kyungsoo. The girls wanted to put make up on Jongin using the "prettyful" colors, but Jongin told them that he was allergic to paint. He lied, yes, but it was a white lie, so Jongin doesn't count it.
That time of the day comes around, when the kids finally go home with their parents, leaving the art teachers alone to clean up the mess.
Jongin sighs. He hates cleaning up, especially after the kids. Kyungsoo glances at Jongin. Despite the apron, his clothes are strewn with different colors of paint- mainly made by fingerprints- and his clothes are wrinkled. Kyungsoo smiles a bit, but then averts his gaze quickly when Jongin catches him staring.
"What's up?" he asks. "Do I have something on my face?"
Kyungsoo chuckles and shakes his head. "Nah, it's nothing. You can head home now. I can finish up the rest."
Jongin shakes his head and crumples the newspapers covering the orange table. "It's fine. We're almost done anyway." He's about to shoot the newspaper in the trash can when something catches his eye. Jongin snaps his eyes back on Kyungsoo.
Almost too aware of his movements, Kyungsoo raises his eyebrows. "What is it, Jongin? I know I've got paint on my face, so."
"No, it's just," Jongin pauses and squints, trying to look at the older's neck. He gives up and gestures Kyungsoo to come near him. Kyungsoo slightly tilts his head in response but goes over the younger teacher. Jongin gently grabs Kyungsoo's chin and turns his head so that he can examine his neck. Kyungsoo's heart races.
"Um, J-Jongin, what are you-?"
"Your neck's red," Jongin remarks. Kyungsoo feels his cheeks heat up. Is his blush so obvious that his neck turned red? He hopes not. He tries to pull Jongin's fingers away from his face, however, Jongin keeps a firm hold on him.
"It's probably nothing-"
"Rashes," Jongin cuts in. He pulls Kyungsoo towards the bathroom, suddenly noticing the growth of other rashes where paint is present. "Are you allergic to paint?" he asks. He makes Kyungsoo sit on top of the toilet's closed lid and takes a napkin from the tissue dispenser. He soaks it with water and begins to rub the paint off the older teacher.
"I-I can do it by myself, Jongin," Kyungsoo mumbles, cursing the goosebumps that appeared on his skin as soon as Jongin rubbed his skin with the wet tissue. The heat from Jongin's hand was present in the wet napkin, leaving a trail of fire everywhere it went.
Kyungsoo doesn't know whether Jongin ignored him or merely didn't hear what he said, but he stays silent and rigid under the heat of Jongin's palms and his intense gaze. When Jongin finished, Kyungsoo wonders why Jongin kept on raking his eyes over his goosebump-covered skin. He hopes that Jongin doesn't think he looks ugly and unattractive with the rashes covering his body.
"Are you cold?" Jongin suddenly asks, kneeling in front of the older teacher, eyes concerned and trained on Kyungsoo.
"N-no, I'm fine. Thanks," Kyungsoo replies, smiling- albeit a bit nervously. He doesn't understand why the mood had abruptly shifted (or perhaps it had always been like this?), causing his heart to beat faster and his palms to sweat. "I should-"
"You shouldn't let the kids touch you again," Jongin cuts. He shuts his mouth almost immediately. "I mean," he says, "I mean, you shouldn't let them handle you- no, I mean, draw on you again." He runs his fingers through his hair sheepishly. "Sorry if that came out weird."
"Ah, no, it's fine." Kyungsoo smiles again, the nervous feeling never leaving him. Is something going to happen? "But it wasn't their intention to do that."
"I know, but still."
"I'm touched by your concern, Jongin," Kyungsoo laughs, trying in vain to pretend that Jongin's concern for him doesn't affect him as much as it really does.
Perhaps the laugh was the last straw, or maybe it was the way Kyungsoo looked as if he didn't care whether or not Jongin cared about him at all, but somehow, something in Jongin snaps, and he suddenly finds himself kissing the older teacher, lips pressed against his in a bruising kiss that took both of their breaths away.
Kyungsoo, surprised and dazed, puts his hands on Jongin's lean shoulders as Jongin pulls the older down on his lap, never breaking the kiss. Jongin doesn't even realize that he is now completely kneeling on the floor, the weight of Kyungsoo pressing his knees down on the cold tiles. And then, they break apart.
"What," Kyungsoo breathes deeply with his eyes closed, "was that for?"
"I like you?" Jongin blurts out, but it ends up sounding like a question. Jongin doesn't like these- confessions and all, even though he was the one who initiated this one.
"You do?" Kyungsoo asks. His eyes are still closed, as if he was afraid to open them.
"I- yes," Jongin replies. He closes his eyes too. "I think I do."
"That's not . . . that doesn't sound like a good answer, Jongin." Kyungsoo fidgets on his lap, fingers lightly digging on his shoulders. "Don't . . . don't be like that."
Jongin swallows. He thinks he likes Kyungsoo. But he's not a hundred percent sure. What if he only likes Kyungsoo's looks? Or perhaps it wasn't like-like but simply infatuation? There's a huge difference. "Can I kiss you again?" Jongin opens his eyes to watch the beautiful reaction Kyungsoo slips. Jongin bites his lip as Kyungsoo scrunches his eyebrows and peeks through one eye, then two, and he finally blinks, a blush covering his cheeks.
Jongin wonders how many times he can make his hyung blush in a day. "Can I?" he asks again.
"S-sure," Kyungsoo mumbles, and then jumps a little when Jongin wraps his fingers around Kyungsoo's nape to pull him closer.
The kiss is sweeter, more chaste and patient, and Jongin realizes with a start that his heart is pounding loudly in his ears and he feels all warm and tingly everywhere and-
I like him.
He pulls away unexpectedly, and Kyungsoo nearly falls from the sudden loss of Jongin's weight against his. Jongin looks at the older teacher and states, "I like you."
Kyungsoo opens and closes his mouth, no words coming out. Jongin starts to panic, although only seconds passed. "Hyung, are you- is that- I- mmf!"
And so, since then, Jongin doesn't even try to hide the fact that he likes marks on Kyungsoo's skin.
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AN: I hoped you guys like that! My first Kaisoo fic! It felt good! (; ahahaha, my friend sent me a link to read a Kaisoo and BOOM, I just wanted to write a Kaisoo, and here goes it. Anyways, I noticed that my title and summary had little to do with the content, but I'm too brain-dead to think of something to replace it. ;A; ok, well.
Pairing: Kai/Kyungsoo; Kaisoo
Rating: PG-13?
Genre: romance, AU
Summary: Jongin and his friend, Kyungsoo, are art teachers. Kyungsoo lets the kids draw or paint on him as they please. And Jongin likes the marks on his skin.
"Hyung," Jongin, twenty-four years young, greets, nodding his head at Kyungsoo, who is setting up the materials needed for today's lesson.
The older teacher nods back with a smile, the same warm smile that never fails to knock the breath out of the younger teacher. Jongin always wonders why he feels the way he does around his friend.
"I don't think I'm ready for the kids today," jokes Kyungsoo, shaking his head. "The markers they used on me yesterday was hard to scrub off."
Jongin drops his backpack in his chair. They have their desks across from each other, where they would always exchange looks when one of their students does something hilarious or inappropriate- or perhaps both. "You're too nice to the kids, hyung."
"Yeah, well," Kyungsoo shrugs his shoulders.
Summer has started, and Jongin can't believe that he was teaching. Generally, when summer starts, he says adios to his job and relaxes at home- or something like that. But then he met Kyungsoo, an art teacher with this sweet and gentle personality, a few months before summer started. Jongin found out that ever since Kyungsoo took up the job as an art teacher two years ago, the students' interests in art developed- which, of course, caused the parents and the school to fund this week-long summer art program, taught by Kyungsoo (and Jongin; but the kids don't pay him any mind . . . except for the female students).
"You know, you really didn't need to help out," Kyungsoo says as he watches Jongin stare off into space. Jongin startles and blinks his dark eyes. He really has pretty eyes, Kyungsoo thinks. He looks away before Jongin could read into it.
"Eh, it's fine," Jongin says. "I wanted to know what it's like. I heard from Luhan-hyung's assistant- you know, Sehun- that this was a neat program. You're pretty popular around the school," he comments with a tiny smile. Kyungsoo mumbles something incoherent, but the blush on his cheeks distracts Jongin.
Kyungsoo clears his throat, turning his back on the younger teacher. "The kids are about to start coming in," he announces. "Here, have an apron. You don't want your shirt to get dirty. We're playing with paint today."
As Kyungsoo implied earlier in the day, they got dirty. With paint. The kids had fun painting on paper and on the table (Jongin thanks Kyungsoo for covering the tables with newspapers), and on Kyungsoo. The girls wanted to put make up on Jongin using the "prettyful" colors, but Jongin told them that he was allergic to paint. He lied, yes, but it was a white lie, so Jongin doesn't count it.
That time of the day comes around, when the kids finally go home with their parents, leaving the art teachers alone to clean up the mess.
Jongin sighs. He hates cleaning up, especially after the kids. Kyungsoo glances at Jongin. Despite the apron, his clothes are strewn with different colors of paint- mainly made by fingerprints- and his clothes are wrinkled. Kyungsoo smiles a bit, but then averts his gaze quickly when Jongin catches him staring.
"What's up?" he asks. "Do I have something on my face?"
Kyungsoo chuckles and shakes his head. "Nah, it's nothing. You can head home now. I can finish up the rest."
Jongin shakes his head and crumples the newspapers covering the orange table. "It's fine. We're almost done anyway." He's about to shoot the newspaper in the trash can when something catches his eye. Jongin snaps his eyes back on Kyungsoo.
Almost too aware of his movements, Kyungsoo raises his eyebrows. "What is it, Jongin? I know I've got paint on my face, so."
"No, it's just," Jongin pauses and squints, trying to look at the older's neck. He gives up and gestures Kyungsoo to come near him. Kyungsoo slightly tilts his head in response but goes over the younger teacher. Jongin gently grabs Kyungsoo's chin and turns his head so that he can examine his neck. Kyungsoo's heart races.
"Um, J-Jongin, what are you-?"
"Your neck's red," Jongin remarks. Kyungsoo feels his cheeks heat up. Is his blush so obvious that his neck turned red? He hopes not. He tries to pull Jongin's fingers away from his face, however, Jongin keeps a firm hold on him.
"It's probably nothing-"
"Rashes," Jongin cuts in. He pulls Kyungsoo towards the bathroom, suddenly noticing the growth of other rashes where paint is present. "Are you allergic to paint?" he asks. He makes Kyungsoo sit on top of the toilet's closed lid and takes a napkin from the tissue dispenser. He soaks it with water and begins to rub the paint off the older teacher.
"I-I can do it by myself, Jongin," Kyungsoo mumbles, cursing the goosebumps that appeared on his skin as soon as Jongin rubbed his skin with the wet tissue. The heat from Jongin's hand was present in the wet napkin, leaving a trail of fire everywhere it went.
Kyungsoo doesn't know whether Jongin ignored him or merely didn't hear what he said, but he stays silent and rigid under the heat of Jongin's palms and his intense gaze. When Jongin finished, Kyungsoo wonders why Jongin kept on raking his eyes over his goosebump-covered skin. He hopes that Jongin doesn't think he looks ugly and unattractive with the rashes covering his body.
"Are you cold?" Jongin suddenly asks, kneeling in front of the older teacher, eyes concerned and trained on Kyungsoo.
"N-no, I'm fine. Thanks," Kyungsoo replies, smiling- albeit a bit nervously. He doesn't understand why the mood had abruptly shifted (or perhaps it had always been like this?), causing his heart to beat faster and his palms to sweat. "I should-"
"You shouldn't let the kids touch you again," Jongin cuts. He shuts his mouth almost immediately. "I mean," he says, "I mean, you shouldn't let them handle you- no, I mean, draw on you again." He runs his fingers through his hair sheepishly. "Sorry if that came out weird."
"Ah, no, it's fine." Kyungsoo smiles again, the nervous feeling never leaving him. Is something going to happen? "But it wasn't their intention to do that."
"I know, but still."
"I'm touched by your concern, Jongin," Kyungsoo laughs, trying in vain to pretend that Jongin's concern for him doesn't affect him as much as it really does.
Perhaps the laugh was the last straw, or maybe it was the way Kyungsoo looked as if he didn't care whether or not Jongin cared about him at all, but somehow, something in Jongin snaps, and he suddenly finds himself kissing the older teacher, lips pressed against his in a bruising kiss that took both of their breaths away.
Kyungsoo, surprised and dazed, puts his hands on Jongin's lean shoulders as Jongin pulls the older down on his lap, never breaking the kiss. Jongin doesn't even realize that he is now completely kneeling on the floor, the weight of Kyungsoo pressing his knees down on the cold tiles. And then, they break apart.
"What," Kyungsoo breathes deeply with his eyes closed, "was that for?"
"I like you?" Jongin blurts out, but it ends up sounding like a question. Jongin doesn't like these- confessions and all, even though he was the one who initiated this one.
"You do?" Kyungsoo asks. His eyes are still closed, as if he was afraid to open them.
"I- yes," Jongin replies. He closes his eyes too. "I think I do."
"That's not . . . that doesn't sound like a good answer, Jongin." Kyungsoo fidgets on his lap, fingers lightly digging on his shoulders. "Don't . . . don't be like that."
Jongin swallows. He thinks he likes Kyungsoo. But he's not a hundred percent sure. What if he only likes Kyungsoo's looks? Or perhaps it wasn't like-like but simply infatuation? There's a huge difference. "Can I kiss you again?" Jongin opens his eyes to watch the beautiful reaction Kyungsoo slips. Jongin bites his lip as Kyungsoo scrunches his eyebrows and peeks through one eye, then two, and he finally blinks, a blush covering his cheeks.
Jongin wonders how many times he can make his hyung blush in a day. "Can I?" he asks again.
"S-sure," Kyungsoo mumbles, and then jumps a little when Jongin wraps his fingers around Kyungsoo's nape to pull him closer.
The kiss is sweeter, more chaste and patient, and Jongin realizes with a start that his heart is pounding loudly in his ears and he feels all warm and tingly everywhere and-
I like him.
He pulls away unexpectedly, and Kyungsoo nearly falls from the sudden loss of Jongin's weight against his. Jongin looks at the older teacher and states, "I like you."
Kyungsoo opens and closes his mouth, no words coming out. Jongin starts to panic, although only seconds passed. "Hyung, are you- is that- I- mmf!"
And so, since then, Jongin doesn't even try to hide the fact that he likes marks on Kyungsoo's skin.
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AN: I hoped you guys like that! My first Kaisoo fic! It felt good! (; ahahaha, my friend sent me a link to read a Kaisoo and BOOM, I just wanted to write a Kaisoo, and here goes it. Anyways, I noticed that my title and summary had little to do with the content, but I'm too brain-dead to think of something to replace it. ;A; ok, well.