Redamancy
D.O./Kai, Fluff, Romance, AU (college), PG, ~1500w
Although Kyungsoo's pretty sure two imperfect people don't make a perfect relationship, he couldn't be more content with what he's got.
A/N: Because Huiru wanted a Kaisoo fic based on The Cab’s Endlessly and I wanted it too so I willed it into existence. Minor apologies though; there is no sign of an actual plot anywhere here.
There's a shop down the street,
where they sell plastic rings,
for a quarter a piece, I swear it.
Yeah, I know that it's cheap,
not like gold in your dreams,
but I hope that you'll still wear it.
Yeah, the ink may stain my skin,
and my jeans may all be ripped.
I'm not perfect, but I swear,
I'm perfect for you.
Endlessly, The Cab
“So I’ve been thinking,” Jongin begins as he ladles a healthy portion of ramen noodles into a plastic bowl. Across the room, Kyungsoo is setting out chopsticks and napkins on top of their makeshift table comprised of a few cardboard boxes. One of the boxes contains the IKEA table they should be eating at, but due to this and that (“Jongin, I just got back from my six hour orgo lab and I’m tired” or “Hyung, I have a midterm let’s build the table later, OK?”) they’ve never gotten around to assembling it.
“You know, we should just build the table. I’m sure it won’t be that hard,” Kyungsoo says.
Jongin shakes his head as he fills a second bowl with ramen. “No time. Plus, we need tools and things to do that. And tools cost money.” He yelps as a bit of soup splashes onto his shirt and he rubs a paper towel furiously over the spot to prevent staining.
“You are unbelievably cheap,” Kyungsoo shakes his head. “We could always borrow tools from Chanyeol.”
“Proposal rejected. That would involve talking to Chanyeol.”
“But you like hanging around Chanyeol.”
“I can only stand Chanyeol in small increments,” Jongin grumbles, walking towards Kyungsoo with the bowls. He sets them down heavily onto the cardboard table and Kyungsoo makes a small sound of disapproval as the table dips down considerably. “He laughs really loudly.”
Kyungsoo opens his mouth to retort but then decides it’s not worth it. “Thanks for making dinner tonight,” He says instead.
“No problem,” Jongin says happily, leaning over to pat Kyungsoo’s hand. Jongin’s usual definition of “cooking” involves ordering take-out from that one Chinese restaurant they both like. But he always prides himself on his ramen making abilities, and Kyungsoo’s not about to rain on Jongin’s one-man parade. “Only the finest meal for you, darling of mine.”
“Oh yes, we’re eating good tonight,” Kyungsoo laughs as he rips open the packet of dried vegetables that Jongin forgot to add and dumps it into his bowl of noodles. “Anyways, weren’t you going to say something earlier? Sorry for going off topic.”
“Oh that? Uh, it can wait,” Jongin says almost shyly and Kyungsoo doesn’t have the heart to press the matter, so he lets it go for now.
*
“My feet hurt,” Jongin complains for the tenth time as they walk through the department store. “And I think we’re lost.”
“No we’re not,” Kyungsoo says calmly. “We’re in the kitchenware section right now.”
“I figured,” Jongin replies dryly. “If the copious amounts of plates and silverware were any indication.”
“Don’t give me that. We’re here to buy your mom a birthday present. Try to focus,” Kyungsoo retorts, poking Jongin’s arm.
“I am focused. Focused on the 50% off sale with every purchase of certain dining sets over there,” Jongin says.
“If you’re this cheap towards your own mother-”
“I love my mom,” Jongin protests. “But she always says that economy is the best policy.”
“I don’t think that’s how that particular idiom goes. Are you going to be this economical for my birthday as well?” Kyungsoo laughs as they head towards the discounted items. The sets aren’t actually half bad, and some seem versatile enough for formal and casual use. Very economical.
“No way,” Jongin snorts. “I know exactly what I’m getting for your birthday.”
“If you say my birthday present is you, I will leave you stranded here and then the people on duty will have to make an embarrassing announcement over the loudspeaker asking for me to come get you,” Kyungsoo says without taking his eyes off of one of the dining sets. “And I won’t come get you.”
“Oh my god, hyung please,” Jongin smacks Kyungsoo on the arm. Kyungsoo hip checks him in response, though it’s more along the lines of Kyungsoo ramming his hip against Jongin’s leg and Jongin feigning injury.
“I’m such a good boyfriend,” Jongin insists. “I even buy you stuff on days that aren’t holidays.”
“I do too,” Kyungsoo says, moving on to another dining set.
“But I actually have something for you, like, right now,” Jongin says, reaching into his pants pocket. “Oh shit. Where is it?”
“It’s fine,” Kyungsoo says, waving his hand in dismissal.
*
“Wanna play house hunters?” Jongin asks.
Winter is fast approaching and as the days get shorter, Kyungsoo’s temper does too. But he somehow manages to keep himself from inflicting harm onto unsuspecting inanimate objects by taking short walks with Jongin after dinner. Somehow they always end up wandering into one of the more affluent neighborhoods just outside of campus. Although they scoff at the lavish homes (“Three garages? Really?”), they always end up half-jokingly wishing they could live in said homes.
“Sure,” Kyungsoo says, reaching out to grab one of Jongin’s hands. “You can go first.”
“I want that house,” Jongin says, pointing to a two story house complete with two garages a brick driveway.
“Only two garages?” Kyungsoo teases.
“Don’t mock my dreams, hyung,” Jongin complains. “I bet they have a nice pool in the back. Like one of those really cool infinity pools.”
“Pool maintenance is a lot of work,” Kyungsoo warns but figures anyone rich enough to live in this house is rich enough to hire someone to take care of the pool in the first place. They keep walking in companionable silence, talking about the different houses they pass and occasionally threatening to push the other into the street.
“What kind of house do you want?” Jongin asks suddenly in a voice that appears casual but Kyungsoo can almost detect a wave of nervousness. As if Jongin had been waiting to ask but couldn’t find the right time or way to do so.
“Why so serious all of a sudden?” Kyungsoo raises his eyebrows. “I don’t know. Maybe one with an ocean view?”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Jongin says, pulling Kyungsoo closer to his side.
*
“Your fingers are nice,” Jongin whispers. They’re at the main library and both of them are trying to get work done. Or at least Kyungsoo is trying to get work done and Jongin is occupied with shifting around and taking bathroom breaks every fifteen minutes, which means Kyungsoo isn’t actually getting any work done either.
“Thank...you,” Kyungsoo says slowly, looking down at his hands.
“I mean it,” Jongin says sincerely, taking one of Kyungsoo’s hands. He holds his hand delicately at first, and then grips it more securely and Kyungsoo can feel the warmth radiating from Jongin’s hand.
“If you wanted to hold hands, just say so. No need to be cheesy-”
“But do you know what would make your hand even more beautiful?” Jongin interrupts a bit too loudly and library assistant shoots them a dirty look from his place at the front desk. Jongin’s hands are shaking as he reaches into his pocket with his free hand and pulls out a ring. They shake even harder as he attempts to slip it slowly onto Kyungsoo’s ring finger.
“Are you proposing to me in the middle of the library?” Kyungsoo squeaks as he pulls his hand back reflexively and covers his mouth in a rather ineffective attempt at keeping a library-friendly volume.
“What? No!” Jongin squeaks back, almost dropping the ring in shock. “This is just a couple ring!”
Kyungsoo breaths a sigh of relief. “Don’t scare me like that! We barely have enough money to pay monthly rent.”
“I know,” Jongin laughs a bit breathlessly. “I just. I think sometimes I'm just dead weight."
“I don’t think you’re dead weight-”
“And I hog the blankets-”
“It gets too hot at night anyways-”
“And I’m kind of cheap-”
“Well-”
"And I've been trying to give this to you all week-"
"It's not my fault-"
“I just wanted to show you that I love you-”
“Jongin,” Kyungsoo raises his voice and Jongin snaps his mouth shut immediately. “Jongin, it’s fine.”
Jongin isn't perfect, but Kyungsoo isn't perfect either. Although Kyungsoo's pretty sure two imperfect people don't make a perfect relationship, he couldn't be more content with what he's got. And because Kyungsoo has never been too great at vocalizing sentimentality, he moves in close so his lips are just centimeters away from Jongin's.
“It’s all just fine.”
ahahaha I’m sorry literally everything i write has no plot and this was just kaisoo being dumb and in love everything i touch withers and dies.
Although Kyungsoo's pretty sure two imperfect people don't make a perfect relationship, he couldn't be more content with what he's got.
A/N: Because Huiru wanted a Kaisoo fic based on The Cab’s Endlessly and I wanted it too so I willed it into existence. Minor apologies though; there is no sign of an actual plot anywhere here.
There's a shop down the street,
where they sell plastic rings,
for a quarter a piece, I swear it.
Yeah, I know that it's cheap,
not like gold in your dreams,
but I hope that you'll still wear it.
Yeah, the ink may stain my skin,
and my jeans may all be ripped.
I'm not perfect, but I swear,
I'm perfect for you.
Endlessly, The Cab
“So I’ve been thinking,” Jongin begins as he ladles a healthy portion of ramen noodles into a plastic bowl. Across the room, Kyungsoo is setting out chopsticks and napkins on top of their makeshift table comprised of a few cardboard boxes. One of the boxes contains the IKEA table they should be eating at, but due to this and that (“Jongin, I just got back from my six hour orgo lab and I’m tired” or “Hyung, I have a midterm let’s build the table later, OK?”) they’ve never gotten around to assembling it.
“You know, we should just build the table. I’m sure it won’t be that hard,” Kyungsoo says.
Jongin shakes his head as he fills a second bowl with ramen. “No time. Plus, we need tools and things to do that. And tools cost money.” He yelps as a bit of soup splashes onto his shirt and he rubs a paper towel furiously over the spot to prevent staining.
“You are unbelievably cheap,” Kyungsoo shakes his head. “We could always borrow tools from Chanyeol.”
“Proposal rejected. That would involve talking to Chanyeol.”
“But you like hanging around Chanyeol.”
“I can only stand Chanyeol in small increments,” Jongin grumbles, walking towards Kyungsoo with the bowls. He sets them down heavily onto the cardboard table and Kyungsoo makes a small sound of disapproval as the table dips down considerably. “He laughs really loudly.”
Kyungsoo opens his mouth to retort but then decides it’s not worth it. “Thanks for making dinner tonight,” He says instead.
“No problem,” Jongin says happily, leaning over to pat Kyungsoo’s hand. Jongin’s usual definition of “cooking” involves ordering take-out from that one Chinese restaurant they both like. But he always prides himself on his ramen making abilities, and Kyungsoo’s not about to rain on Jongin’s one-man parade. “Only the finest meal for you, darling of mine.”
“Oh yes, we’re eating good tonight,” Kyungsoo laughs as he rips open the packet of dried vegetables that Jongin forgot to add and dumps it into his bowl of noodles. “Anyways, weren’t you going to say something earlier? Sorry for going off topic.”
“Oh that? Uh, it can wait,” Jongin says almost shyly and Kyungsoo doesn’t have the heart to press the matter, so he lets it go for now.
*
“My feet hurt,” Jongin complains for the tenth time as they walk through the department store. “And I think we’re lost.”
“No we’re not,” Kyungsoo says calmly. “We’re in the kitchenware section right now.”
“I figured,” Jongin replies dryly. “If the copious amounts of plates and silverware were any indication.”
“Don’t give me that. We’re here to buy your mom a birthday present. Try to focus,” Kyungsoo retorts, poking Jongin’s arm.
“I am focused. Focused on the 50% off sale with every purchase of certain dining sets over there,” Jongin says.
“If you’re this cheap towards your own mother-”
“I love my mom,” Jongin protests. “But she always says that economy is the best policy.”
“I don’t think that’s how that particular idiom goes. Are you going to be this economical for my birthday as well?” Kyungsoo laughs as they head towards the discounted items. The sets aren’t actually half bad, and some seem versatile enough for formal and casual use. Very economical.
“No way,” Jongin snorts. “I know exactly what I’m getting for your birthday.”
“If you say my birthday present is you, I will leave you stranded here and then the people on duty will have to make an embarrassing announcement over the loudspeaker asking for me to come get you,” Kyungsoo says without taking his eyes off of one of the dining sets. “And I won’t come get you.”
“Oh my god, hyung please,” Jongin smacks Kyungsoo on the arm. Kyungsoo hip checks him in response, though it’s more along the lines of Kyungsoo ramming his hip against Jongin’s leg and Jongin feigning injury.
“I’m such a good boyfriend,” Jongin insists. “I even buy you stuff on days that aren’t holidays.”
“I do too,” Kyungsoo says, moving on to another dining set.
“But I actually have something for you, like, right now,” Jongin says, reaching into his pants pocket. “Oh shit. Where is it?”
“It’s fine,” Kyungsoo says, waving his hand in dismissal.
*
“Wanna play house hunters?” Jongin asks.
Winter is fast approaching and as the days get shorter, Kyungsoo’s temper does too. But he somehow manages to keep himself from inflicting harm onto unsuspecting inanimate objects by taking short walks with Jongin after dinner. Somehow they always end up wandering into one of the more affluent neighborhoods just outside of campus. Although they scoff at the lavish homes (“Three garages? Really?”), they always end up half-jokingly wishing they could live in said homes.
“Sure,” Kyungsoo says, reaching out to grab one of Jongin’s hands. “You can go first.”
“I want that house,” Jongin says, pointing to a two story house complete with two garages a brick driveway.
“Only two garages?” Kyungsoo teases.
“Don’t mock my dreams, hyung,” Jongin complains. “I bet they have a nice pool in the back. Like one of those really cool infinity pools.”
“Pool maintenance is a lot of work,” Kyungsoo warns but figures anyone rich enough to live in this house is rich enough to hire someone to take care of the pool in the first place. They keep walking in companionable silence, talking about the different houses they pass and occasionally threatening to push the other into the street.
“What kind of house do you want?” Jongin asks suddenly in a voice that appears casual but Kyungsoo can almost detect a wave of nervousness. As if Jongin had been waiting to ask but couldn’t find the right time or way to do so.
“Why so serious all of a sudden?” Kyungsoo raises his eyebrows. “I don’t know. Maybe one with an ocean view?”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Jongin says, pulling Kyungsoo closer to his side.
*
“Your fingers are nice,” Jongin whispers. They’re at the main library and both of them are trying to get work done. Or at least Kyungsoo is trying to get work done and Jongin is occupied with shifting around and taking bathroom breaks every fifteen minutes, which means Kyungsoo isn’t actually getting any work done either.
“Thank...you,” Kyungsoo says slowly, looking down at his hands.
“I mean it,” Jongin says sincerely, taking one of Kyungsoo’s hands. He holds his hand delicately at first, and then grips it more securely and Kyungsoo can feel the warmth radiating from Jongin’s hand.
“If you wanted to hold hands, just say so. No need to be cheesy-”
“But do you know what would make your hand even more beautiful?” Jongin interrupts a bit too loudly and library assistant shoots them a dirty look from his place at the front desk. Jongin’s hands are shaking as he reaches into his pocket with his free hand and pulls out a ring. They shake even harder as he attempts to slip it slowly onto Kyungsoo’s ring finger.
“Are you proposing to me in the middle of the library?” Kyungsoo squeaks as he pulls his hand back reflexively and covers his mouth in a rather ineffective attempt at keeping a library-friendly volume.
“What? No!” Jongin squeaks back, almost dropping the ring in shock. “This is just a couple ring!”
Kyungsoo breaths a sigh of relief. “Don’t scare me like that! We barely have enough money to pay monthly rent.”
“I know,” Jongin laughs a bit breathlessly. “I just. I think sometimes I'm just dead weight."
“I don’t think you’re dead weight-”
“And I hog the blankets-”
“It gets too hot at night anyways-”
“And I’m kind of cheap-”
“Well-”
"And I've been trying to give this to you all week-"
"It's not my fault-"
“I just wanted to show you that I love you-”
“Jongin,” Kyungsoo raises his voice and Jongin snaps his mouth shut immediately. “Jongin, it’s fine.”
Jongin isn't perfect, but Kyungsoo isn't perfect either. Although Kyungsoo's pretty sure two imperfect people don't make a perfect relationship, he couldn't be more content with what he's got. And because Kyungsoo has never been too great at vocalizing sentimentality, he moves in close so his lips are just centimeters away from Jongin's.
“It’s all just fine.”
ahahaha I’m sorry literally everything i write has no plot and this was just kaisoo being dumb and in love everything i touch withers and dies.