[Fic] Something Paradise - 1/2

[coley_merrin]

Title: Something Paradise

Pairing: Lay/Tao, Chanyeol/Kai, Lay/Chen, Kris/Chanyeol, Kris/Suho, Kris/Kai, Kris/Tao, gen

Rating: up to NC-17

Genre: many

Warnings: some have sexual situations and should be marked smut

Summary: Many different prompts and genres from requests. Please read prompts for any warnings.



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Prompt: I have another one~ Fem XingTao ^^ Vampire Yixing doesn't even like rock music but she goes to every concert of that one rock band because she would really, really like to nibble at the neck of that (tall, dark, handsome...) bassist girl.

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There was something about her. Yixing could feel the thump of the music but it didn’t seem to affect her like it did some of the crowd, the way they screamed, and flailed, and danced. She would have danced to the music, too, but she had found her place on the side, the side closest to the bass, and watched long fingers work the instrument.

Tao, she was called, one of a five member rock band. She got accolades for her work, seemed to shrug them off with a smile, saying she’d play better next time. Where the band went, Yixing was. She liked the music well enough after a while, but it was Tao who had her coming back, after the first time Tao had looked her way, nearly met her eyes. It had been that breathless moment, watching how Tao’s head had tilted back just after, baring her throat.

It took five shows before she got a pass for backstage. Most fans getting into the private meet and greet were huddled, chattering excitedly. Just from their conversation, they liked the lead vocal, the guitarist, the drummer. Some where fans of Tao, as well, and Yixing bided her time.

The band trickled in, a couple of them at a time, and Yixing hung back. Tao came in next to last, and Yixing inhaled, the closest she had seen her up close. They spread out, so fans didn’t have to bunch up around them, and still Yixing waited.

One by one fans trickled away to the other band members, and Yixing was close, taking in Tao’s arms, her collarbones. And Tao was startled when she held out a hand for something to sign, and saw that Yixing had nothing.

“Did you want me to sign your shirt?” Tao asked, blinking at her.

“No. What do you think about having vampire fans?”

Tao blinked at her. “Is that different than any other kind of fan?”

It wasn’t the answer she was expecting, but Yixing liked it, very much.

“Maybe only because some of them want to bite you?”

“That’s not very different, either,” Tao said, her lips trembling, and it took Yixing a moment before she realized and laughed. “What’s your name?”

“Yixing.”

Tao repeated it, and Yixing liked the way it sounded from her voice.

“Will you be at the next show?”

“If you want me to be, I’d like to be there.”

Tao’s fingers touched her own neck as they smiled at each other, and Yixing wondered if Tao was thinking of the bite just as much as she was.

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Prompt: In the Ize interview, Chanyeol said that since he was a kid he's been really sociable. I want kid!ChanKai with happy virus Chanyeol pulling always-shyly-playing-by-himself Kai to the sandbox to play together :3

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Jongin spent a lot of time on the swings, partly because it let him be sort of alone, and partly because it let him see the other kids as they were playing. Sometimes he played with them, if he happened to be with the toys and someone started playing alongside him, and that was fun. Sometimes he wished he got to do that more, but watching them sometimes was fun, too. Other times he had his toys in a corner, just sort of wishing someone would come play with him, trade a truck for one of his tigers.

A boy dropped down in front of him one day with glasses and floppy hair, and question. Or, maybe a command. “I want to build a sandcastle. Want to help me?”

Jongin blinked up at him. “But the sand isn’t wet.”

“We can still make something. Please?”

So Jongin and his bucket of toys went to the sandbox where other kids were playing, and he started playing with the boy, Chanyeol.

“We could make a driving ramp!” Chanyeol said, and a big pit where the cars could fall into, and then the tigers would have to get them out! I have this action figure, too!”

It wasn’t exactly a castle but Jongin wasn’t going to say so as they built elaborate roads around themselves, and even Chanyeol’s explosions were loud, making Jongin laugh as their cars flopped over like ladybugs.

Chanyeol groaned at someone calling his name. “That’s my mom. Will you be here tomorrow?”

“Maybe,” Jongin said, ducking his head. He hoped so.

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Prompt: XingDae with Jongdae singing Yixing a lullaby, even though he's embarrassed? Bonus points for sharing hands in a pocket to keep warm because I'm a sucker for that. ;~; Thank you very much! <333

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The bench they had curled on together was not any warmer than the sidewalk had been, but was at least more comfortable.

“How much longer?”

“Twenty minutes,” Jongdae said, doing his very best to get his chin into Yixing’s collar so they could share the warmth.

Somewhere inside was their very lovely, very warm apartment. Somewhere also inside were both sets of their keys. No one they knew in the building was at home, and no one had come in and out. So outside it was while they waited for the building manager to return.

Yixing’s hand crept into his fuzzy-lined pocket, their hands chilled and fingers weaving together. But even just after a few seconds of that, his hand felt warmer. Yixing had left his keys inside a fair number of times, but it was Jongdae’s fault that time. When they went out together, they got so used to someone being home, someone else having the keys. At least they’d had their cell phones to call. Jongdae exhaled, nearly catching Yixing’s neck and putting himself in danger.

“Sing something,” Yixing suggested. “Something soothing. It’ll keep you warm.”

Or keep his throat cold.

He would have protested, but there was no one around to hear. And the only thing that would have really warmed him was maybe running in circles. But Yixing leaned into him, and he lifted his scarf, singing low and soft against Yixing’s hair. If anyone had seen or heard, he would have probably dove into Yixing’s pocket instead. Yixing’s smile kept him going.

And the building manager got there five minutes early, Yixing almost strangling his hand as he bounced a couple of times and waited to get first into the building, and then into the apartment. Yixing’s cheeks were pink and cold against his fingers when they were finally alone in the apartment.

“Want to go warm up the shower?”

Yixing’s lips curved in agreement.

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Prompt: kris/chanyeol- going out to buy/try on suits and them being naughty in the dressing room together smut

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Sometimes shopping for clothes was as easy as knowing their inseam and waist numbers. Sometimes it was a little more difficult than that. Sometimes it was a little more fun, too, though that had to be manufactured.

With a family wedding to attend, and Chanyeol’s last suit bought maybe an inch or two of height ago, suit shopping was a necessity. He didn’t have money falling out of his ears and not a lot of patience, he wanted to get one as easily as possible, no fuss. That was also why he took Kris.

Being tall was both a blessing and a curse. Kris rolled his eyes, because he knew exactly, as Chanyeol tried on different jackets to find one that fit both his shoulders and his arms. One came an inch too far up his wrist, another dragged his knuckles, and still another fit like a cropped jacket.

“My mom would hurt me if I showed up in this,” Chanyeol said, tugging at it.

“You may not find one that fits without being tailored,” Kris pointed out. “You’ll have better luck with the pants.”

A jacket that could be altered acquired, they turned to the pants. And it was thanks to Kris that the second pair he stepped into were perfect, and confirmed that when he put his shoes back on.

“These are good,” Kris said, tugging at the waistband and nodding up at him.

Chanyeol bit his lip, Kris’s hands all over his hips. “You don’t have to get up just for me,” he said, and Kris sent first an amused glance up, then a considering one.

“Can you be-“

“Quiet and quick,” Chanyeol swore.

They would need to be or risk drawing attention.

“I really like this fabric,” he said, watching Kris’s fingers rub against it, feeling himself starting to go hard knowing what was coming next. Like himself, ha. He was a big fan of Kris’s mouth. The biggest fan.

“Maybe we should try on one of the others,” Chanyeol prodded, when Kris seemed to be enjoying how Chanyeol was filling out the pants. He hissed as Kris’s nose pressed up the ridge of his covered erection.

“I don’t know. I’m really liking these.”

But Kris wasn’t going to torture him, not right there in the store, not like he sometimes did in private until Chanyeol was squirming and sweating and cursing Kris’s patience.

With the suit pants open, Kris silenced him with a look, his eyes still on Chanyeol’s when he slid Chanyeol into his mouth. No hesitation. No teasing licks. Just Kris’s wet mouth, his cheeks hollowing as he pulled back, making Chanyeol gasp. Between Kris’s stroking fingers, the drag of his tongue, he was digging his fingers into Kris’s shoulders, trying not to make a sound that would give them away.

“I really like this shirt,” he said, considering his fingers were all over it. And he sounded just that much out of breath as Kris hummed his amusement.

But then he caught sight of them in the mirror. The movement of Kris’s head, the line of his back. It was dirty and suggestive and he couldn’t see anything, and he loved it. The contrast of Kris’s hair against the dark suit, a whimper caught in his throat as Kris lapped at him.

“Are you admiring yourself?”

“And you,” Chanyeol said. “The back of your head is lovely.”

There was a definite snort before Kris’s tongue curled around him, and then took him deep again.

It took a moment to gather his brain cells, but he managed. “We should get a mirror like this. You could have a lot less clothes on.”

Yeah, he liked that idea. He could see Kris’s face, no matter what position they were in, and watch how their bodies were merging. It was that thought that had him gripping Kris’s shoulders in warning, swallowing the moan as he came in Kris’s mouth.

Kris was still licking his lips when he got Chanyeol’s underwear back straight, helping him out of the suit pants and then into his own jeans. He was definitely buying that suit. And not just for the memories. There were a lot more things they could get up to.

***

Prompt: hello! hmmm how about something online? like they meet online and a crush or some sort of relationship comes of it? or it could be a whatever you want! Suho/Kris

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Joonmyun felt as though he had been waiting in his seat for about an hour and a half, when in reality he’d only been there fifteen minutes. That part was his fault, too antsy to stay at home, not wanting to get caught twenty minutes away if there was a subway delay, not wanting to look silly by skulking around the neighborhood waiting for the person he was meeting to show up. If he got caught doing that, it might look like he was trying to scope out the situation to see if he wanted to bail.

They’d been talking for almost three months. What had first started as a couple of letters, stilted and charming, had ended up becoming several letters a day, and then several hours of conversation almost every day. The breathless anticipation after every message was sent, the laughter, the flirting. They exchanged more pictures as time went on, evolving to audio chats once a week.

Joonmyun was the one who didn’t want to do video chats. It was something kind of sentimental, as he said. He wanted their first time face to face to be real, not just pixels on a screen.

Sitting in his chair and trying not to fidget, Joonmyun was regretting that little decision. Gestures, facial expressions, he could’ve had a whole leg up on the situation, but he’d wanted to be cute about it.

Movement had him jerking, focusing on a candy bar being waggled over his right shoulder. HIs favorite candy bar.

“Hi,” Kris said, as he slid into the chair opposite with his to-go cup. The same voice he’d become used to. The same face as in the pictures. Kris had brought him candy.

Joonmyun’s face was at the boiling point, even as he smiled. “Hi.”

He sounded helpless. He realized it wouldn’t have mattered if they’d chatted by video every day. Real life, real size, was so totally different. They’d exchanged almost more words than were in the dictionary, and yet still every single one of them, every story, felt new. Their own story was new. That chapter of it, anyway.

“I got here early,” Joonmyun confessed. “I couldn’t wait.”

And the way Kris grinned at him made him glad he had.

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Prompt: Yixing at the club when someone tries to dance up behind him and almost (or does) get their ass handed to them for breathing too close to his neck. :3

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Maybe he laughed. Maybe he squirmed. He couldn’t be held accountable for how he was ticklish, he just saw. Most people respected that. Some people teased, but generally it was in good fun and they backed off before he really had enough. It didn’t mean he wasn’t going to smack people for it sometimes, since they ought to know better. He didn’t exploit all of their weaknesses.

But sometimes strangers didn’t really get the memo. He liked to dance with people. He liked to dance against people. He just liked dancing. Big crowded dance floors with lively music where he could do his thing were perfect.

Guys getting all up in his space, great. The guy had a nice body, nice moves.

And he stuck his face right in Yixing’s neck.

“No,” Yixing said, shying away a bit and shaking his head. But he kept dancing.

A few seconds later, there was air blowing on his neck again.

“No,” he shouted a little louder, staring back over his shoulder. No neck. He wasn’t playing hard to get.

Things were great, a minute, two, and then the guy hand a hand on his hip and his face right back in Yixing’s neck.

“I said no!” Yixing said, turning, his whole body set to his own defense.

And then the guy was on the floor, clutching between his legs.

Everyone around him probably thought the guy had tried groping him, and didn’t interfere when Yixing made his way out of the crowd.

“You’re back early,” Kris said, when Yixing sat down and grabbed a drink out of Kris’s s hands. He didn’t really care what it was.

“I kneed a guy in the balls because he wouldn’t stop breathing on my neck,” Yixing said, and took a vicious drink.

Half the jaws around the table dropped, some trying to hide their smiles, some even looking impressed. Needless to say, Yixing paid for none of this drinks that night.

***

Prompt: HiHi! :) do you think you could write an Olympics!AU with gymnast jongin and archer kris, where kris seduces virgin!jongin and has sex with him to boast about it but falls for jongin? smut

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Kris knew every part of the bows, how to break them down, build them up again. He could do it in his sleep, and often did, targets chasing him in his sleep, dreaming that he was racing the arrows, that the world was ending if the arrow didn’t hit. Maybe ever person going to the Olympics had the same reaction. Dreaming of swimming, or of being on horseback, of shooting, of making a perfect vault, the perfect dive. Part of his anticipation was getting to see a new place, getting to sight-see, to meet people from around the world. There were people of all ages, and a world of possibilities. He was not the youngest in his group, but not the oldest either.

But what they did have was time. Not every event happened at the same time, and there were pre-arranged times for practices. Though their coach tried his best to keep them to a schedule, they were free to wander, to be able to get in to see the practices for some of the other competitions that were open to them.

It was because of his roommate Henry that he had an actual bowl full of condoms. “Even though they might be too big for you,” Henry had sniffed, until Kris had got him into a headlock of submission. “No, seriously, everyone here is focused on two things. Winning, and the possibility of getting some. So get some, cause I’m going to.”

And then Henry said something that really got his interesting. “I know just who you’d go for, too. And he’s a challenge.”

***

Kim Jongin. It was his second Olympics, competing in gymnastics. Apparently his floor exercises and vaults had wowed everyone four years previous, even though he’d only gone home with a silver medal. That was all it took at their level, one tiny slip, that meant the difference between exaltation and hearing someone else’s national anthem being played.

Kris was pretty sure he’d end up being happy with silver. He wanted something. He was hungry for something. And he had the universe’s information in Henry, who was friends with a guy who had a friend who knew someone who knew Jongin.

“Number one biggest challenge,” Henry said, his mouth half full of fries. “Seriously, some of the married people score easier on the possibilities. Apparently my friend knows a guy who tried to hit on Jongin at the last gymnastics thing, and he got the coldest cold shoulder. But he’s into dudes, so you’ve got that going for you. Someone did actually make out with him last year, but no one knows that. Really hush hush. Just kissing, though. Aside from that, as far as we know, totally untouched. So your chances are slim to none, but the bragging rights would be immense.”

And then Henry made little shooting motions like they were in some kind of gunfight, which Kris took to be encouragement. Being Henry, who knew.

***

The thing was, Kris respected the athletes a lot. Maybe done right, sex wasn’t going to throw most people off their game. But some people, one little change, one twinge that was unexpected, meant the difference between great performance and just average. He knew. He could practice with his fingers sore, his cheek smarting from a stupid movie, but the if he’d banged up his knee or had a stomach ache, his whole focus shifted. Athletes were creatures of habit because when they found what worked, they were loathe to change it.

But for those athletes that were free, there were tours, this gathering or that. Not all participated, choosing to focus, but some did. Kris followed Henry to a few, lured by the promise of cheap booze and Henry’s endless stories about people Kris had never heard of.

“It’s him. Jongin,” Henry said, elbowing Kris in the kidney.

Henry had already hijacked Kris’s computer to show him pictures of Jongin, a video of one of his latest routines. Kris’s finer grasp of gymnastics didn’t exist, but he could appreciate the lines of Jongin’s body, the way he moved.

But seeing someone in person was different. The impeccably trained expressions during competition weren’t so controlled. Kris watched the quick grins and contemplation as the people around Jongin talked. Tall, finely muscled, he would have caught Kris’s eye without prompting. Perhaps Henry would have been able to make something of the prestige of sleeping with the Challenge Athlete. Kris wasn’t sure if the notoriety would be good or bad. Though there was little else enough to catch his attention. And Henry was dragging him closer.

They didn’t even really exchange more than a few words that night, exchanging names, talking about what they were there for, the quality of the food. There were no blatant once-overs, or overt flirting.

“The one girl with them was adorable,” Henry made in his best complainy voice as they made it back to the open path. It felt better laughing at Henry’s plight than to have Henry making waggly eyebrows at him. The most important thing they’d gotten out of the meeting was invitations to a practice, with Henry inviting them to one of theirs as well. Nothing like some good friendly conversation between both countries and disciplines.

The Olympics didn’t last forever. If something was going to happen, it was going to have to happen in the next week and a half. Given what he knew about himself, and knowing from Henry that Jongin wasn’t the easiest person to get to know, it was more of an idle dream than anything else.

The best thing he thought to do was focus on practice, maybe find someone more accessible so he had least had one wild story to tell. That he figured he could do.

***

It was a maze of practice, visualization, carefully chosen meals, tossing and turning in bed. Henry had hooked up with at least one woman judging by his grin when he turned up again one morning. They weren’t comparing notches on their bedposts, though. There was a ridge right above his grip on his bow, and he rubbed it sometimes, centering himself. He did the same thing in public sometimes, rubbing the seam of the leg of his pants.

When he met Jongin’s eyes across his bow, he had to do both of those. It was a simple enough thing to explain. Pretty much everyone knew how how a bow and arrow worked, what the goal was, even if the bow in Kris’s hand was more complicated than a bendy piece of wood.

It was Henry’s doing, and it had been sprung on him, the fifteen minutes of extra optional practice during their time slot. At least he couldn’t accuse Henry of trying to mess up his practice since he hadn’t even known Jongin and the others were there until Jongin had nearly materialized at his elbow.

But one thing he was certain of was the aim, the release, the satisfying hit of arrow into target.

“That’s really amazing,” Jongin said, and Kris smiled. There had been a few people he’d known who found that pretty amazing, yeah. “What got you into this?”

“My mom, actually,” Kris said. “She’d been looking for something fun for the two of us to do together, and she wasn’t too keen on guns, so. I guess she though this would appeal to my little male heart.”

“And now you’re at the Olympics.”

“Yep. What about you?”

Jongin arched his back slightly and Kris had to fight to keep his eyes on Jongin’s face. “Same, mostly, except I got my start at pre-school. One of the teachers told my mom that I took well to the tumbling, so this is pretty much all I’ve been doing for over three-quarters of my life.”

“You dream about it?”

Jongin grinned, sharp as he glanced up. “Yeah, all the time. Sometimes it’s good. Feels like I’m working through blocks. Other times, might as well be dreaming about balancing over lava.”

Kris let another arrow fly, watched it make its mark. “It becomes part of you, whether you like it or not.”

“You going to watch us compete?”

They glanced to where Henry was cozied up with one of the women Jongin had come with.

“I have a feeling I’m going to be watching a lot of gymnastics.”

They shared a grin, and Kris couldn’t help it, biting his lip as he stared at Jongin’s mouth. If he’d wondered if most of the fascination of Jongin’s challenge for people had been that he was untouched, he’d been wrong. That might have been part, but only a certain part. The fascination was with Jongin himself, something there when he smiled. Kris had known that he was physically attractive. That was something else entirely.

***

Kris acquired Jongin’s phone number through a series of misfortunate events in a bar. The first of those had been agreeing to go when Henry asked, the second nearly spilling his drink all over himself, and the third, the overwhelming pity he got when Henry started making out with his gymnast friend in a corner. Granted, a good friend would probably tell them to get a room but he’d been drug out and abandoned. He’d step in before any clothes came off. He wasn’t a monster.

Jongin was the one who ended up breaking them up.

“Our coaches would probably find a place to bury us quietly if we stay out too late,” Jongin said. And Jongin had been drinking only water.

“I’ll enjoy this for you, then,” Kris said, holding up a glass.

Jongin glanced at it, before smiling up at him. “I hope so. Maybe we should swap numbers in case we ever have to be called in to rescue one of them.”

It hadn’t even crossed Kris’s mind. And yet, he handed over his phone and took Jongin’s. But he kept that fact to himself as Henry came up to him, grinning, pink lipstick smeared at his mouth. Kris sighed and handed him a napkin.

***

Time not sent in the dorms or in the cafeteria was spent practicing, or watching other competitions. Maybe their collective interest was on gymnastics, but there were plenty of other things to see (volleyball had Henry particularly enthused). By night they hung out with other athletes. Sometimes Jongin was there, most nights, finding a seat near Kris or beside him, rolling his eyes at Kris’s jokes and kicking him when his grammar screwed up up. Kris just shoved him back. Gentle. He didn’t want to be the cause of someone’s dreams. Sometimes they ate together, bleary breakfasts, and harried lunches, tearing at food as they both made time toward their practice for the day. Jongin was contradictions. A bit prickly at times, leaning into him to point out something stupid someone was doing, shying away when someone else touched him. He never let anyone buy him drinks, not even Kris. Because he’d tried, a couple of times. Jongin existed on juice and water, and would until after he was done with everything. Kris respected that. And wanted him. It was hard not to, the grin as Jongin leaned back in his chair, the way he moved in his competitions. Kris saw some of them, watched others on TV or online. They bumped fists and Jongin threw napkins at his teammate.

Kris still found himself running through things in his head, arm pulling back, eyes blind to the movement in front of him as he visualized the target. Some of that was good. Too much was overload. But watching the men’s gymnastics, his mind was far from his bow. Jongin was easy to pick out, not just from his blue and red and white uniform. He wore a jacket and pants at first, for their introductions, but his bearing was easy to pick out, the way he walked, the way he stood, totally ignoring the crowd when he was not greeting them. Kris did his best to watch everyone else, too, not just Jongin warming up. He was startled out of his thoughts as a man from China stepped out when he shouldn’t have, the crowd groaning almost in unison.

He watched Jongin salute the judges, and begin his floor routine in a slick pair of shorts and tank. Things were spread out over days, having competed with his team already, disappearing into a world of focus that Kris understood. But he’d gotten a text not a couple of hours earlier asking if they wanted to meet up after. That was in the back of his mind as he watched Jongin spin in the air and land, pushing forcefully up and so high that Kris’s eyebrows rose with him. There were few flaws that Kris’s eyes could see

But there were no medals to be had that day. So it wasn’t a celebratory meet-up afterward, but its opposite.

“The more you lose by, the easier it is,” Jongin said, his chin on his arm and staring into the side of his glass like it held all secrets. “If you just did this, or executed that. So close you’re breathing on it.”

“Yeah,” Kris agreed. It was the fractions of distance that pained. A gust of wind. The movement of a finger. It spelled the difference between success, and defeat. “I’d say at least you have a medal, but I bet you get that a lot and it doesn’t help.”

Jongin snorted, sitting up and downing the last of his drink. “Yeah. I don’t know anyone who has one who wouldn’t like a fistful more. Maybe that’s greedy.”

“It’s all we work toward. The next competition, the next qualifier, the next practice. What we eat and how we sleep, and how we focus.”

“No one gets that. They thing we’re weird. It’s just… different. I don’t know why they don’t get it. They all have things, too.”

“Yeah,” Kris said, sighing.

They were bumped out of their seats, teammates of Jongin’s forcing him to stop moping.

“Let’s dance,” Jongin laughed.

And Kris didn’t - couldn’t - but he wasn’t going to say no. Because Jongin could move, and he had his hands on Kris, waving away guys who approached them and leaving Kris to watch. Jongin’s arms wound around his neck, the alcohol hitting him hard, making him lean and press against Kris when before he’d been dancing with the music. It distracted him. Jongin’s body against his, clinging to him, face so close.

“Maybe. A drink. Another drink. Mmm.”

He nuzzled against Kris’s face and bumped his hips up, and Kris hissed through his teeth. Yeah. Jongin needed nothing more to drink.

“Maybe we should go back the dorm,” Kris suggested.

“Oh,” Jongin said, and gave him a secret smile.

The night air was cool, and had Kris not been mostly sober, it might have shocked him a little. Jongin, though, was weaving even with Kris’s arm around him and it made Kris glad he hadn’t left Jongin there, or got separated. The taxi ride wasn’t a long one, and Jongin leaned heavily into him, fingers stretching out over his as though measuring them. Jongin wasn’t drunk to the point where he wouldn’t remember anything, but he was definitely to the point where his agreements might ought to have been denials.

“I like kissing,” Jongin said, just barely after they’d made it through security and through the elevator doors.

“Me, too.”

Jongin’s lips brushed the corner of his and Kris closed his eyes, willing the elevator to go faster.

Jongin fumbled with his keys, and Kris took them, going to the wrong door first, until the found the right one. Jongin turned to him in the entryway, arms around Kris’s neck, and lips seeking. It was a kiss of invitation, and for a moment he pressed back against it. Jongin’s mouth. He’d been staring at it all week, imagining just that, Jongin trying to urge him close, draw him into the room.

What he did was get Jongin out of his shoes, and to his bed. And when he was sitting on it and looking up at Kris with so many expectations, Kris put down the bottle of water on the table that he’d retrieved from the fridge. Kris gripped his shoulder, squeezing it.

“See you tomorrow, I hope.”

He locked the door as he left.

***

And Kris looked up from his breakfast the next morning to a scowling Jongin, who dropped down across from him.

“Good morning?” Kris ventured.

“My head hurts.”

Kris raised his eyebrows. “Thanks, I’m doing well, too.”

That got him an eye roll and a reluctant twitch of the lips. Even headachy as he had to be, Jongin still looked good.

“I was really confused why I was asleep in my clothes when I woke up a few hours ago,” Jongin said, as he accepted the bowl of fruit and fork that Kris handed over, and the water with it.

“I’ve had mornings like that. Stumbling to the bathroom and hoping the aim is true.”

“When you said we should go back to the dorm, I expected I wasn’t going to wake up alone,” Jongin said, and took a punctuating bite.

Yeah, Kris got that. Most of that had been why he’d had to leave.

“I don’t sleep with guys who might wake up the next morning and regret it,” Kris said, and looked up to see Jongin’s eyes narrow. “And I wasn’t going to leave you there for some other guy to take advantage of.”

There was a stubborn set to Jongin’s jaw, one that softened as they stared at each other.

“Well. Thanks. For looking out for me, I guess.”

“I like you,” Kris said, and the words came out more sincere than he’d expected. “But it’s not like it was totally out of the goodness of my heart.”

Jongin laughed, wincing a bit as he did so. He pressed his water bottle against his temple and met Kris’s eyes. “Protecting your territory. That’s okay. That’s pretty hot, too.”

Kris hadn’t know it would be, but he wasn’t complaining.

***

“Meet me in my room,” the text read. “Not drunk this time.”

If Kris sat a little longer than necessary reading those words over, he couldn’t have been blamed. He grabbed his bag, checked for Olympic-issued condoms, the thing of lube he’d brought for himself, not knowing he was going to end up with someone.

But he lectured himself the entire way to Jongin’s floor. He wasn’t going to pressure. Jongin might only want to hang out. If he didn’t get laid, he was just one of the many guys who didn’t make it.

But when Jongin opened the door, face blank at first before curling into a helpless smile, all Kris knew was how it made him feel.

“Hey,” Kris said, with all the charm of a potted palm tree.

Jongin kicked a shoe out from in front of the door and edged around Kris to shut the door.

“Hey. So. My roommate is out. Probably all night.”

“Henry’s out too,” Kris said, putting down his bag. Though Jongin’s words sank through him. They weren’t just sharing room statuses.

And when he looked over at Jongin, he could see he was being laughed at.

“Probably nice to have time alone,” Kris said, stepping closer.

“It is. I remember doing this that night, but it’s a little fuzzy,” Jongin admitted, pinching the front of Kris’s shirt.

It was his hand on Jongin’s side, curling into his back as Jongin pressed against his kiss. Knowing Jongin wanted it, wasn’t influenced in any way made him flush. He thought only of Jongin’s mouth, the sound he made as Kris nipped at his bottom lip, sucked at it. And he watched Jongin lick those lips, meeting Jongin’s eyes for a moment before Jongin pulled him down and moaned against his mouth when he realized Kris was getting hard.

Jongin’s index fingers slipped into the waistband of his jeans, and Kris’s eyes opened. The way he fumbled, it was as though he was trying to pop the button open, and that meant Jongin was wanting.

He wanted that. He wanted to sink to his knees and make Jongin shudder. He imagined Henry giving him a high-five.

And he pushed Jongin away, keeping a hand between them to keep his body in check.

“Jongin. We can’t. Look, there’s something you need to know. People keep talking about you as a challenge.”

Jongin blinked at him, his head tilted and mouth wet. He looked… Kris shook his head.

“Right. First guy to get in my pants proves he’s master of the universe, so?” Whatever Jongin saw in Kris’s face made him laugh. “You think I didn’t know? All there is to do here besides compete and train, eat, sleep, and fuck, is gossip. I’ve been hearing about this for a couple of years.”

“Oh,” Kris said, his brain solidly at a halt.

“When you took me home from the bar, my teammates were asking if you finally got me,” Jongin said, grinning. “I wondered if you were trying to get into my pants for the reputation boost, but I figured if you only cared about getting to boast without knowing what I wanted, you could’ve had me when I was drunk. Maybe you wanted to win fair and square, which I guess is admirable, too But guys a lot slicker than you have tried to get me naked.”

Well, that was a way to put it to him straight. If his ego had been inflated, it would’ve been shot right full of holes then.

“I wanted you. I’d have done anything you wanted, and you still backed off.” Jongin said, and he made Kris gasp as Jongin’s fingers pressed against the front of his pants. “Is that because you’re hot for me, or because you want to be the man everyone talks about?”

Kris licked his lips, moving Jongin’s hand so he could at least think to form words. “I can’t pretend there’s not an allure there of you not being with a guy before, but. I want you. I don’t care if it’s our secret.”

Jongin’s grin grew and grew, his head ducking as he said, “Cool. Then I’m the one who’s going to get to brag.”

Jongin’s arms went around his neck, and the moved together into a kiss that was sloppy and wet, and made his head spin.

“Bed. Bed,” Jongin said, pulling him back.

“Clothes,” Kris interrupted, laughing. Off went Jongin’s soft t-shirt, and Kris’s button-up and undershirt. Jongin undid Kris’s jeans because Kris was too busy feeling Jongin up, so much warm skin for his mouth and hands. His gymnastics uniform had hinted at it, but it was nothing to feeling for himself even as he hopped out of his jeans and then struggled with Jongin’s pajama pants. Jongin flopped back on the bed his hips lifted so Kris could tug them off.

“Who told you about me?” Jongin gasped, wriggling the rest of the way out of his underwear.

“Henry. I didn’t think I had any shot,” Kris said, and got his knee between Jongin’s legs. It was a miracle he hadn’t had any wet dreams about Jongin’s body. He wouldn’t have believed them if he had.

“You didn’t,” Jongin agreed, and Kris skimmed his shoulder with his teeth, getting a half laugh, half moan. “You were hot. Awkward hot. Really hot with a bow. You look unapproachable but you’re not. I like that.”

Jongin babbled as Kris stroked his thighs, and wised up to Kris after that, screwing up his nose, stopping just short of sticking out his tongue.

Kris couldn’t resist kissing him.

“I’ll go easy,” he promised.

Jongin leaned his head back, his eyebrows rising. “What, you think virgin means I sit at home watching videos of snow falling? Don’t worry, I’m pretty sure you’ll fit.”

His whole focus drained into the one image forming in his head that was Jongin on his back on his bed, slipping fingers in and making himself moan.

It would be Kris making him moan. The condom rolled down so easily. He felt and saw the hitch in Jongin’s breathing when his lips slipped down Jongin’s erection. He could see Jongin’s pretty mouth parted on a plea, and all he wanted right then was to suck Jongin until he came, writhing under him. Though he wasn’t sure if he had enough patience for that. He’d do it after, when Jongin was able to hold out so Kris could enjoy it. And maybe Jongin would return the favor. He could imagine himself on his knees, cupping the back of Jongin’s head and watching his lips-

He moaned just thinking of it, and pulled back so he could see Jongin’s face as Kris rimmed him with his fingertips. And slick and slow, he slid two fingers in, feeling the way Jongin gave for him, bending his head to keep Jongin hard with the slide of his lips. The grip around his fingers as he pressed in deeper, pulling out and letting Jongin feel him was talking all of his concentration. It seemed like every move of his fingers caused a sound, and every sound made him harder - and made it harder to wait.

“Come on,” Jongin said, inhaling as Kris’s fingers slid deep. “Okay. Okay, come on.”

He took it as a plea to stop teasing. And he didn’t hesitate, pushing himself up over Jongin’s body, kissing him until Jongin’s hands twined in his hair.

“Gorgeous,” Kris said hoarsely, and Jongin kissed him again to shut him up.

It took both of them fumbling to get another condom, and his hands were ridiculous, unsteady as he finally got it open and on and slick.

And his eyes were on Jongin, watching as his lips parted, feeling Kris begin to push into him. It was better than his fingers, no surprise, because everything he felt, he saw on Jongin’s face. How tight it felt, how good the extra slickness was, how wrong it felt to slip out entirely. And Jongin was bossy, grabbing the back of Kris’s neck until Kris pressed in again, and that time did not stop, letting his hips rock as they wanted, their bodies working together as Jongin moaned with each deepening thrust.

“Right. Like. That,” Jongin bit out, his fingers digging into Kris’s shoulder.

“Should’ve been doing this a long time ago?” Kris suggested, and felt Jongin’s scoff against his cheek.

“Just don’t stop.”

No. Not with Jongin’s hand between them, jerking himself as Kris pressed kisses to his neck, one hand stroking Jongin’s thigh, tilting his hips and moaning at the feel of Jongin around him. Maybe Jongin hadn’t done that before, but it was Kris in danger of losing himself, mouthing at Jongin’s collarbone and trying to slow himself.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” Jongin babbled, hand moving faster. “Kris. Fuck.”

And his body moved, quick, quicker, until he wasn’t sure if he was pushing in or pulling out, gasping as Jongin’s nails dug into his back, and he came, braced on his elbow and moaning into Jongin’s neck.

And he felt Jongin come beneath him, sighing in relief as he breathed and gently stopped moving.

It was a sound of discomfort as Kris pulled away, throwing away the condom into the bedside trash and easing onto the mattress beside Jongin. Jongin just stared back at him before Kris finally realized he was going to have to ask.

“Well? How was it?”

“Passable for a first time,” Jongin said. “I think I could stand to do that again when you’re up for it.”

He accepted Jongin’s kiss, a grin curling at the smug look on Jongin’s face.

“Good.”

“Sure you’ve done that before?” Jongin asked, and Kris squeezed his side before turning in closer.

Kris stroked a finger around Jongin’s navel, nuzzling into his shoulder.

“If we’re really going to do this right, you’re going to have to figure out if you want me on my back or my knees.

Jongin paused at that, absorbing Kris’s meaning. It was something he liked just as much, and he wanted Jongin to experience everything.

“How do you prefer?”

“It’d be nice to see you,” Kris admitted. It was always nice seeing him. Maybe he’d even last longer.

The long breath that Jongin let out was so telling. “I’m okay with that.”

“How many times you think we can do this before we have to leave?”

Jongin grinned. “If you get going, we’ll see.”

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Henry dropped into the airline seat beside Kris, exhausted, with hickeys on his neck.

“Now we get to go relax,” Henry said, as though he hadn’t been doing his own version of relaxing. Sure, they weren’t going home with medals, but they were going home with the experience.

He was going to keep telling himself that until the next time.

“Sorry it didn’t work out with the kid,” Henry said, patting Kris’s thigh heavily and thumbing through the drinks menu. They’d probably both be tipsy by the time they got far in the air.

He’d tell Henry, eventually, that he had Jongin’s number, his email, his home address. And a standing invitation from them both to visit.

He was keeping that to himself for a while longer.

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Prompt: Could I ask for a little TaoRis thing? Kris knows of Taozi's feelings for him, which makes it all the worse that they're friends, and Tao knows all about Kris' feelings for someone else. Basically I want mooning and maybe one sad kiss? Sorry to ask a lot~

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It wasn’t anyone’s fault. Feelings happened, even when they really shouldn’t. Granted, he hadn’t known Kris was in love with someone else when his own feelings had started, and Kris had done anything but lead him on. Sometimes there was a sense of false hope, and sometimes the hope and the pining was bigger than the feelings themselves.

But it didn’t make it easier when Kris looked at him, and said, “I’m sorry. There’s someone else-“

Maybe Kris had seen, or someone had told him. Maybe it had been painfully obvious, even when he’d tried so hard to hide it. He’d wanted to be sure, he’d wanted…

He wanted to so many things, but not pity. There was soft regret in Kris’s eyes, and there were no words to say, none that he could think of right at first before he forced himself to smile.

“It’ll be okay.”

If he believed it, if Kris believed it, then it would be true. It had to be. Maybe Kris wouldn’t look at him like he wanted, and maybe he’d have to see Kris with someone else. But it would be okay.

He stood still, so very still, his whole body pausing as Kris cupped his face, and pressed a soft kiss against his mouth. It said how important he was to Kris, how badly Kris felt, and yet still, that was all Kris could give him.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Kris said.

The saddest thing was that it had felt as perfect as he had imagined. But the thing he kept sight of was that he knew that one day, there would be someone else.

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Prompt: Hiii. I requested a sad TaoRis yesterday...I was wondering if i could ask for a short continuation? Where Kris breaks up with the person he wasn't with Tao for, and Tao let's him seek comfort so he and a Kris have sex, and in the morning Kris is gone with a solitary 'I'm sorry' text.

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There was something painful about watching someone who was cared about in pain. There was something that twisted a little deeper, when it was because they’d broken up with someone - when the dream had been to be the one they were dating. It had been Tao who sought Kris out, not the other way around. He’d known that Kris would need to talk to someone, need to get it out, if it was hurting. And when Kris opened the door to him, Tao knew he was. There was no way to say that Tao would’ve have hurt Kris like that, even if the thought snuck in. Kris wasn’t interested in dating him, couldn’t return his feelings, and there was nothing else to do about that. They talked for hours, trading stories, until some of the haunted look went out of Kris’s eyes as he paced.

“I shouldn’t be telling you this,” Kris said.

“That’s why I’m here.”

And when Kris’s arms opened, he stepped into them.

“You’re a good friend.”

Tao pressed his face harder into Kris’s shoulder. It felt good to be held. No matter what, it felt good. Kris’s smile was tight when he touched Tao’s face. And Tao was the one who felt he was in pain, when Kris’s lips pressed against his, for a moment hard enough to make him gasp.

“Sorry,” Kris said.

“You don’t have to be,” Tao told him, and meant it. It hadn’t been his intention, but he wanted Kris to feel better. And if that meant forgetting a while, then- He wondered if it was selfish, the way that Kris’s next kiss thrilled him, Kris’s hand in his lower back and pulling him in, kissing him like he was so terribly wanted. Kris was hurting, not drunk. He hoped the decisions he made were better. He had to get used to the way Kris kissed, desperate, and the feel of his skin.

“You want this?” Kris asked, with Tao’s pants halfway off, and there was nothing he was going to say to stop it. Kris’s shoulders were broad, his skin warm, and everything he did was wanted. Every shocked moan, and dragging inhale as Kris touched him, reveling in the feeling of being wanted, being connected, stopping the spinning feeling, loose and floating.

Kris’s breath was against his lips. “I just want to make you feel good.”

And he did. Fingers digging into Tao’s thigh as they kissed and writhed, until he choked on moans with Kris above him, grasping at the back of Kris’s head as Kris shook. He pressed against Kris’s back and held him until he slept, unsure of what they’d done or why and what to do.

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Tao was alone when he woke up. He pulled up his phone to a lone “I’m sorry” and closed his eyes. There were so many meanings in that. In a little while, he’d go home. And they’d start over. Again.

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Prompt: (sad!TaoRis here, again~) could I ask for a little thing where Kris finds Tao after the time he leaves with the apology, and Tao forgives him and there are sad kisses because there are definite feelings there but they don't know what to do with him?

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“I’m sorry,” Kris said, and Tao sighed. It was not the first time he’d heard it said aloud, maybe the third, but he was not there to hear it again.

“I know.”

He couldn’t say it was okay, because it wasn’t. They’d both made the choice, though, and that was all there was to it.

“I wish…” Kris said, and his voice trailed away.

It made him wish he knew what Kris wanted.

“I can’t do that for you when you’re sad. I want to be here, but I can’t.”

It had left him frozen on his bed imagining how Kris had held him, how much he’d wanted it, and how much it hadn’t been enough.

“I know. I- We were good together.”

It didn’t sound like Kris was surprised. More like he was mulling. Though, he supposed more strange things had happened. If Kris hadn’t seen him as a possibility, and sleeping with him had changed that…? But he couldn’t date Kris to be a convenient lay.

“Tao,” Kris whispered, and held him. “I don’t want to hurt you again.”

“Probably will, no matter what. Just depends how big,” Tao said.

And yet still, when Kris kissed him, he did not turn his head away. They were the softest kisses, warm, Kris stroking the back of his head and keeping him close.

Maybe he’d regret those, too. Maybe he didn’t know what to do with them, and Kris didn’t either. But he squeezed Kris’s ribs a little tighter.

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Prompt: Jongin changes into a girl (in a universe where Henry and Ryeowook also had changed into girls)

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Neither of them dressed all that different than they had Before Changing, Jongin thought, eyeing Henry’s slouchy clothes and Ryeowook’s effortless tidiness. When Jongin got the text from Ryeowook, who’d gotten her number from Kyungsoo, it had made sense to go visit someone going through exactly what she was. She had hit two days, which meant she didn’t know if she was going to be staying in her current body, or reverting back, but the guys were treating her like she’d actually break - which was annoying.

“I’m still Jongin,” she said, frowning at the pillow she held.

“It’ll take them a bit,” Ryeowook said. “They’ll figure out your body is only part of who you are.”

“And then they’ll be a mile ahead of the rest of men,” Henry joked, and Ryeowook rolled her eyes in agreement.

Of course, a couple of them (and she wasn’t naming names), were a little disgruntled that even in a female body she was nearly as tall as they were.

“You get to decide who you are, how you’re addressed, how you want to think of yourself. How you want to look,” Ryeowook said. “Don’t let them stop you from that.”

She remembered sitting around in the tension and being the only one to speak up She told them it wasn’t good to hold things in. Well. She was about to take her own advice. Though, not before she swamped Ryeowook in a hug because solidarity mattered in those things. With Henry, a very solemn fist bump.

No. Some things had changed. But not everything.

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Prompt: Can you write more/ a continuation of the Jongin turning into a girl please. :)

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Jongin was on a mission. She stomped right into the apartment and she had Things to Say, and she wasn’t going to be stopped.

“You, stop treating me like you’re Prince Charming,” Jongin said, nearly hitting Joonmyun in the nose with her finger. “I know it’s written in your genes or whatever, but get mad at them if they misbehave. Don’t treat me like I did something wrong!”

And she whirled, choosing her next target. “You. You have funny ears,” she told Chanyeol, because he hadn’t as yet gotten on her bad side. But then she fixed on Kyungsoo. “You. Why are you sleeping on the couch?”

Kyungsoo mumbled something that sounded like “privacy” and “girl” and “Joonmyun said” and Jongin put both hands on the back of the couch and glared at everyone who was either transfixed on her or looking away guiltily.

“I know how to lock the bathroom and if I need privacy, I’ll kick people out. I don’t even know if I’ll stay this way! I just want it to be normal.”

“We’re still your friends,” was the quiet response.

“I know. And I’m still Jongin. So…thanks for looking out for me, but maybe listen to what I want, too? Instead of just doing what you think I want.”

She got solemn nods.

“If you can’t figure out how to treat me with respect, then I really doubt your future dating success,” Jongin told them. “So. Talk about it. Figure it out.”

And she really couldn’t stand there and look at them any more. They’d all talk together, when they took a good hard look about how they’d been treating her. Sure they weren’t going to slather themselves all over her, but that didn’t mean they had to act like she had cooties.

Though Jongin stopped halfway to flopping down on her bed.

What if one of them developed a crush on-

She held a hand up, stopping the thought and the possibility right in its tracks. That was something she’d have to ask about the next time.

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Prompt: werewolf!au fic wherein tsundere jongin wants chanyeol/kris as a mate and the feelings is returns but they've to compete to be his mate with someone

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The first time that Jongin saw the wolf was at the moon, tall and gray and scenting the air. It was a night for hunting, for running, and they were guests. Joonmyun knew of them, as he knew of so many things, letting them know in such a placid tone as though new wolves in his territory was of no concern. Jongin had tested Joonmyun, he thought they all had at once, pushing his boundaries until the danger flashed in his eyes. He was not the largest wolf among them, but pressed- Jongin had no fear of new wolves either, not with his pack.

The wolf’s yellow eyes had fixed on him and Jongin had turned his head. He wasn’t sure he liked that stare, or the scent of the two other wolves that filtered out through the forest after.

He had scraped himself on a tree, and though the cut had healed when he had turned,Jongin touched the faint pink line that would continue fading.

“When are they leaving?” Jongin asked, wiping mud off of his hands.

Joonmyun stroked a hand over Jongin’s hair. “They’re not.”

***

Jongin lived with Sehun, and Joonmyun, and Jongdae. They were comfortable, familiar, and though more of the pack lived nearby, it gave him his space.

And then not one, but two wolves - two men - moved in next door. There was a third, but not so tall as the other two. They smelled of trees and moss, and wind, and one of them was the gray wolf.

In a way he had not been able to before, he could feel them. The wolves all gathered together for meals, too used to the pack structure and company to feel totally comfortable eating alone. Kris was quiet, laughing with Sehun as they ate, and Jongin filled his own plate, startling as Chanyeol pressed up against his side.

“It looks good tonight,” he said, his hand slipping onto Jongin’s belly.

“It’s almost always good,” he said, and backed away, feeling eyes on him though he did not know why.

When he had been roped into helping wash dishes, Kris came up behind him, setting his plate into the sink. When he looked up, he wished it was harder to tell, wished that he did not feel the spark against his skin as surely as if Kris had touched him. Maybe if there had been some mystery, Kris would not have looked at him like that - like that.

And Joonmyun knew. He cornered Jongin in the bathroom.

“I think the whole house could feel it,” Joonmyun said, leaning on the counter so he didn’t make Jongin nervous, as though he wasn’t already. “Just because you react to him doesn’t mean you have to accept him. And even then, bonds can be broken. He’s not the only one interested. If it comes to a fight…”

Jongin scowled. “It’s my choice.”

“I know. You are old enough now. I can’t fight this for you,” Joonmyun said. “You can accept or reject them.”

He knew, knowing Joonmyun, that he wished he could fight for Jongin. Joonmyun had fought to protect him once, and bore a long scar along one shoulder blade to show for it.

“You’ll know what’s right,” Joonmyun assured him. And Jongin hoped he would.

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The waiting settled on him, making him antsy. It wasn’t as though there were specific times to decide, but when there was an urge it was hard to be turned back. Something so strong as that one shared look, something he knew that Kris had felt, it was nearly impossible to shove that back without feeling it like a continual shiver pressed into the skin. Distance was one option, which wasn’t really possible considering they lived too near. Another was to accept, and the third was to fight. Washing in the adrenaline of battle could interrupt the compelling urge to be close.

They met in the woods.

And Jongin stilled when he saw Kris was not alone. Chanyeol was at his heels.

“I would not fight you,” Kris said, and he was not speaking to Jongin. “You don’t feel that same-“

“Make me go,” Chanyeol challenged.

It was for the fight that they turned, because it was their way, and Jongin turned with them, adrenaline thrumming through him. They were well-matched, almost even in size, circling each other and rushing until the air was filled with growls and the thud of flesh, and yelps of what might have been pain. Jongin watched with his head low. If Chanyeol won, Kris would leave - it might break the spark. If Kris won…

There was a possibility it would grow stronger.

Jongin stepped forward as a wolf was pinned, the darker wolf with the light underbelly, not the silver-tipped wolf that held him down with his jaws poised around tender throat. Jongin made a low sound, and the silver wolf backed away. There would be no blood shed, and there was not, as one wolf trotted away, defeated.

Jongin turned, sagging back against a tree in his human form, and he held out his hand for the silver wolf to nuzzle into. It calmed him, when it felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest.

And then Kris rose to stand before him.

“Will he be angry?” Jongin asked, looking in the direction Chanyeol had gone.

“Disappointed,” Kris said. “Do you wish it had been him?”

Jongin shook his head and inhaled as Kris leaned into him, his nose against Jongin’s neck. Kris’s heart was thundering, too, and when he pulled his body flush to Jongin’s, he was hard. It was neither menace, nor promise - it simply was.

“Please,” Jongin said.

It wasn’t the time - but if Jongin accepted, then one night they would return and mark each other.

“You will stay under the protection of Joonmyun’s pack,” Kris said. And Kris’s voice went very low, sending a wave of heat all the way to Jongin’s knees. “But we will be our own pack.”

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