hear it creepin' like tic toc; kaixing
pairing: jongin/yixing
rating/genre: g/fluff
word count: 300+
written to please don’t go by mike posner.
Sometimes you never want to grow up. Some days Jongin wakes up and he regrets debuting. He wants nothing but to run away from the tiring routine and schedule, from the insistent press of fangirls and prolonged pain of back pains and the constant emptiness in his heart that’s Yixing.
Yixing’s there on the rooftop, like he promised he would. Promises written by tobacco stained fingers find themselves penned on Jongin’s body like a map. Yixing smiles and Jongin dies because oh the things he’d give to figure Yixing out.
The sun’s creeping up slowly, the reddish tinge visible and with it, Yixing slowly fades into the practiced lines of Lay. Jongin hates it, hates Lay, loves Yixing, Yixing, Yixing. It’s been a year, he thinks. A year since him and Yixing have come up here and exchanged kisses and smoked cigarettes for fun and even tried some of Yi Fan’s highly precious scotch.
It’s been a year since kisses with too much tongue and blowjobs bordering on a bit too sloppy and sex where it isn’t a competition. He kisses Yixing at the moment the sun kisses his own skin. The older gasps and the younger clenches his fist in the lose shirt Yixing’s wearing; nothing but the thought of running away from everything they’ve been thrusted into too young with the promises of love and liplocks.
Please don’t go, please don’t go, it’s all he tries to convey in his kisses.
Yixing gives in and Jongin rejoices because it’s not Lay kissing him back. They stay on the rooftop and all Jongin can remember is Yixing and nothing else. At some point, both pairs of lips have become kiss swollen and the kisses are straying into more pleasurable places.
One behind Jongin’s ear, another on Yixing’s collarbone, a hand pressed against the crotch of the youngest jeans, promises of I’m not leaving, I’m staying, we’re running away, just you and me.
And in those few moments, Yixing and Jongin are on that edge of euphoria, in the days before debut, inhaling each other with every breath and loving with every pore and it’s all Jongin wants in life. Having Yixing by his side is enough, is life on itself, an adventure waiting to be unfolded across teenage dreams.