New Years Party
Xiu Min/D.O.
PG
~2700w
In attempt to prove themselves as a "normal" couple, Kyungsoo decides to go to a New Years Party (not a potluck, unfortunately...) with Minseok.
Written for th sncj_santa o kimchispaghetti's prompt, "a warm, fuzzy fic about an established couple's first new year holiday together...(Think about how cute it would be for Kyungsoo to cook delicious food for his baozi for new year's~!)" ;.; I wanted to write the first prompt (sukai), but I couldn't bring myself write from the lyric prompt ;____;
According to the group of friends, Kyungsoo and Minseok are the oddest couple.
Minseok disagrees. He then starts to rant about their personalities and interests and-
"Well, I guess we are in a way..." Kyungsoo mumbles much too quietly to be heard, but Minseok hears it anyway though the rest of their friends don't. He pouts, eyes scrunching together and Kyungsoo smiles softly at him. He pats Minseok's shoulder lightly and presses a kiss to his plush cheek.
Jongin eyes them carefully before letting a small smile slip through his lips, and when Sehun sees Jongin smile, he smiles too. It's like a little wave of dominoes; Lu Han smiles because Sehun smiles, and Yixing smiles because of that, and before they know it, they're all smiling at the couple.
"I... “ Kyungsoo starts hesitantly, and immediately they all pay attention. "I really like Minseok hyung. Even though we don't hang out with each other as much we do with other people, I..." He starts to blush, red staining his cheeks. "I've had feelings for him for quite some time. He makes me happy. He makes me feel safe. So, I don't understand how we're so 'weird.' Isn't this how it's supposed to be?"
There's a moment of silence between the group and the couple.
Before any of them can respond, Minseok drags Kyungsoo into his room by his hand, smiling softly.
The group stands there for a moment, questioning the silence. Lu Han smiles, "You know, they're not coming back out for a while, right?"
They all disperse in a matter of seconds, horror etched on their faces.
For Christmas, the boys spend time with their respective families. While Minseok's family lives in the same city, Kyungsoo's live a couple of hours away. Still, they call each other every day-or, Kyungsoo calls Minseok every day. (And Minseok expects the calls, so he sits by the phone every day at around eight PM, waiting-his family notices by the fourth day, and they coo at him.)
Joonmyeon, Kyungsoo's childhood best friend, thinks it’s both cute and a little bit pathetic, but he can't bring himself to say it to little Kyungsoo. Instead, he just pats the boy's head and smiles.
"Joonmyeon hyung?"
"Yes, Kyungsoo?" Joonmyeon responds, ever attentive towards his dongsaeng.
"Do you think my relationship with Minseok hyung is weird?"
"Well..." Kyungsoo sets his round eyes on Joonmyeon both hopefully and curiously. Joonmyeon has to set down his book because this looks like a very sensitive issue for Kyungsoo.
"I think that if you two appreciate each other, and love each other, your relationship isn't weird. Think about it-a lot of people meet each other with online dating sites, right? To some people, that's a bit weird. But, actually, a lot of those relationships really do work out, as long as they work on it. Your relationship with Minseok might as well be like that-you two didn't really interact that much, mostly because you two were too shy to tell each other. Other people, like your friends, may not have seen it like that. They probably thought that you two just decided to go into this relationship too fast without thought."
Kyungsoo stares and nods. Joonmyeon bites his lips quickly before scratching the back of his head, "Sorry... I kind of, rambled."
"No, no, hyung! That's really good advice! But, hyung, what should I do to prove that this isn't going too fast? We haven't even-" He stops himself from finishing the sentence, but the blush he sports is too obvious for Joonmyeon to ignore, “done anything.”
The older man chuckles, hand covering his mouth. He ignores the last part for the sake of Kyungsoo's face, which is getting redder by the second. "Maybe... spend time with each other while your friends are around. Go to a New Year’s party with your Minseok hyung."
Kyungsoo likes the sound of that, your Minseok hyung. "But... New Year’s party?"
Joonmyeon ruffles Kyungsoo's hair, "Aww c'mon now, Kyungsoo ah. One of your friends must be having a New Year’s party; I mean, you don't space out that much, do you?"
Kyungsoo's quiet, contemplating. "Well, I think... Jongin and Sehun are having a party at their apartment. I think."
"Go find out. And anyway, isn't it time for you to call Minseok? It's eight thirty already."
"Shoot!" Kyungsoo curses, and Joonmyeon raises his eyebrows at him because Kyungsoo never curses, not even that innocently.
Kyungsoo comes home on Christmas night, much to his chagrin, because his father's a busy man who had to do paperwork-apparently. Kyungsoo's pretty sure that his mother had urged him to forget about the paperwork he'd had to do and had to finish before driving Kyungsoo back, so they'd keep him for longer. Kyungsoo doesn't mind too much, until he remembers that Minseok returns home that day as well-not to their apartment (they're not that far into the relationship yet, he tells himself; his heart breaks a little at the thought of him and Minseok not being as intimate yet even though they've been together for a couple of months), but to his own apartment in Seoul.
It's late night when he finally opens the door to his apartment; he almost expects the little note taped to the refrigerator door, but he's surprised nonetheless. The handwriting's small, but neat enough that Kyungsoo doesn't have to squint, and the note starts with a greeting, 'Kyungsoo~' with a little heart next to it that makes Kyungsoo's stomach flip.
'I tried making lasagna for you today, but it didn't come out very well ^^; But I cut off the burnt part, so I hope that's okay. Call me when you get home?'
And Kyungsoo does call him, because really, he'd like to hear Minseok's voice, even though it's through the receiver end of the phone. (So late that it was, Kyungsoo had to miss their nightly 8 PM calls because, well, his father was in the car, and Kyungsoo wasn't about to talk to Minseok when his father's right there because that would be just embarrassing, talking to your boyfriend in front of your father!)
The phone rings twice before Minseok answers, and his voice seems both cheery and tired. Kyungsoo voices his concern, and Minseok tells him not to worry about it; that he's been a little overworked lately. Kyungsoo continues to pry, and he sort of expects an irritated tone ten minutes into the conversation, because irritation always comes when he pries and nags at his friends. Minseok keeps calm though, and Kyungsoo can tell that he's smiling, humoring Kyungsoo by telling him that everything's well and good.
Kyungsoo eats the lasagna while he's talking and though he isn't fond of talking and eating at the same time, he's not too self-conscious because it's just him in the apartment, all alone with the exception of Minseok's voice to accompany him. He tells Minseok that it's delicious, even though it's just okay-a bit stale and the pasta's a little hard, but he loves it nonetheless.
They talk for hours, and Kyungsoo doesn't realize that it's 1 AM until Minseok tells him so. But when Kyungsoo hits the End Call button, he realizes that he's forgotten to tell Minseok that they're spending New Years at Jongin and Sehun's party.
He has to redial and when Minseok answers, Kyungsoo makes sure to blurt that out first. Minseok laughs his little boyish laugh, but they don't hang up; it's silent and Kyungsoo's finally in bed, tucked under the duvet.
"Good night, Kyungsoo," is the last thing he hears before he falls asleep.
The thing is, Kyungsoo hasn't been invited to very many parties. He'd remembered the days-his school days-when they'd had class parties. There would be a table filled with food; best of all, it was homemade food-a potluck. Kyungsoo had always been happy to provide the dessert, or the main dish, or the side, or anything really.
There was a reason he was nicknamed the group's 'umma,' after all. (Though, he’s not that fond of the name.)
He would whistle and smile as he cooked, and Lu Han and Minseok would always lounge around-they were the taste testers.
Kyungsoo liked to cook for Minseok. Every time he'd ask the two to try something, he'd always tried to make it his best because Minseok hyung's putting it in his mouth and it just has to be good. If honest, Lu Han himself wasn't really a good taste tester. Anything left in front of him would've been gone in a few seconds, and he would offer no feedback whatsoever.
Minseok, on the other hand, would happily tell him that 'it tastes good, but it needs a little bit more salt-maybe a pinch... or two?' And then he'd smile and Kyungsoo would melt a little inside.
But, it's a little bit different this time, because Kyungsoo's unsure of this whole thing-if the dish he's made is appropriate for a New Year’s party, and Minseok isn't even here to taste. When he'd told Jongin and Sehun that he and Minseok would be going to the party, they'd been surprised-and then, Kyungsoo smiled, and left.
(When Kyungsoo’s left with a small mention of food, Sehun grunts for Jongin’s attention, “Yah, Jongin?”
Jongin turns to Sehun, sprawled out on the sofa in his boxers, lazy. “What?” his tone is sharp and irritated, because he would like to watch Power Rangers without the bratty kid snapping at him, thank you very much.
“Kyungsoo’s never been to any of our parties.”
“Yeah, so?”
“He probably thinks it’s a potluck.”
Jongin stares at the TV for a moment, memorized by the black Power Ranger. Then, he blinks to himself, “…right, shit.”
The two boys sit and stand respectively for a moment.
“Well then, more food for us, right?”)
Kyungsoo sets off to the market to get ingredients for egg rolls.)
When Kyungsoo figures out that it really isn’t a potluck, he turns a pale shade of pink and has to blink his eyes quickly to bring away the tears. Minseok makes sure to grip his hand tightly until Kyungsoo calms down from the little panic attack, and Jongin and Sehun simply stand there with sheepish, guilty looks on their faces before the rest of the guests gather around the egg rolls, demanding. Kyungsoo finally calms down when Minseok reassures him that the egg rolls are delicious, and that the food at the party must’ve been disgusting in the first place if everyone wanted his egg rolls. It doesn’t make much sense, but Minseok’s calm voice settles him down. (Jongin gives Minseok a disdainful look at Minseok for calling their food ‘disgusting,’ but he isn’t one to deny it.)
Then, they move around, talking and laughing and-Kyungsoo thinks it’s a little boring. But, when he looks to Minseok, who is laughing and smiling that toothy, gummy smile of his, he decides not to say anything and just squeezes Minseok’s hand. Instead of paying attention to whoever’s talking (Lu Han, to Minseok about the FIFA World Cup), and just plays with Minseok’s fingers with both of his hands.
Minseok’s fingers are smooth and pale, just like the rest of him, and they are slightly stubby. Kyungsoo likes to outline Minseok’s nails-almost in perfect squares, Kyungsoo notes, and laughs a little bit when Minseok takes hold of his own hand and does the same thing. Soon enough, Lu Han goes away (muttering something; Kyungsoo isn’t sure what), and the two boys just stand there in the middle of the living room, playing a hand version of footsies.
Soon enough, Sehun calls them over for some champagne, and though Kyungsoo denies the first few times, they both end up with a champagne flute full of dark red liquid.
It isn't like Yixing to get tipsy most of the time, but it happens, and the party becomes much livelier. Yixing pokes and prods at everyone, and Minseok and Kyungsoo are encouraged to have fun. Their definition obviously doesn't match up when Yixing decides to throw up on the floor-Kyungsoo yelps a little, because the nice, clean tiles are now wet with pink gloop (a combination of the wine and Kyungsoo's egg rolls). Jongin curses under his breath and Sehun folds up the sleeves of his sweater before they venture to the bathroom to grab a mound of toilet paper (the vomit spreads across the floor, puddle so wide that neither can hop into the kitchen without getting their shoes and feet wet).
After the little fiasco, Minseok shuffles Kyungsoo outside, deciding that it's not too cold to spend a few minutes on the balcony. (The stench of the vomit also helps.) The air is cold and wind blows through their hair easily, so much that Minseok has to pat down his own hair with nimble fingers.
Kyungsoo’s hair is tossed around, as if he’d just woken up, but it looks nice on him-a messy, frazzled look, with his large eyes; it makes him look cute, Minseok thinks. He stops patting down his own hair when it becomes obvious that the wind’s not going to stop blowing. It takes Minseok a moment to realize that Kyungsoo’s shivering beside him, not worrying about his hair at all-but is cold, and Minseok feels like a horrible boyfriend. He shuffles over carefully and wraps an arm around the slightly taller boy.
Kyungsoo does the same, and wraps one of his arms around Minseok’s body. They stand at the balcony shaking for a few minutes before they start to warm up, and after that, it becomes unnecessary for them to be so wrapped up with each other. Still, they hold one another close, and Minseok nuzzles into Kyungsoo’s shoulder. Instead of being cold, Kyungsoo is engulfed in warmth. He likes to think that the warmth's coming from Minseok, but he isn't sure, because Minseok's wearing a very thick sweater and it might just be that... instead of thinking, he closes his eyes. Either way, it's Minseok, so he doesn't care all too much.
They stay outside, huddled together until the New Year’s countdown starts.
"Yah-you, lovebirds! Come on!" Lu Han flaps his arms wildly as the crowd inside the apartment chants “Twenty seven, twenty six, twenty five...”
Kyungsoo makes to go in, but Minseok holds him tight. When Kyungsoo looks up, Minseok's smiling at him-a dazed, small smile and Kyungsoo gives up on going inside. He waves Lu Han off, mumbling they'd stay outside.
Kyungsoo and Minseok face the doorway inside and watch all their friends gathered by the TV, hunching over each other to see the New York ball drop towards the ground. Minseok holds in a laugh, because he spots Baekhyun in the corner, waving around a tacky, pink wand with a star on top; Kyungsoo leans in closer to his body, enjoying the small rumbles of Minseok's chest.
“...three, two, one! Happy New Year!”
Kyungsoo almost forgets about the expected kiss, but Minseok sure doesn't. He tips the boy's head up, and Kyungsoo's eyes are wide; his lips are not exactly puckered, but by the time Minseok lifts his chin up, he has idea of what's about to happen.
The kiss is soft and sweet, right until Kyungsoo's bottom lip slips between Minseok's teeth. Kyungsoo moans softly, unwillingly, and Minseok swirls his tongue in Kyungsoo's mouth, tasting and licking. Kyungsoo's arm manages to wrap around Minseok's neck, under his scarf, and Minseok shivers a little because Kyungsoo's small hands are so much colder than his skin. Minseok make a sound-he's always been the quiet one-but he does arch into Kyungsoo, and they somehow meld together without being too uncomfortable.
They break apart when the door to the balcony opens, flushed and pink, and when they finally open their eyes, Minseok and Kyungsoo find that the entire crowd's staring at them, all happy in some shape or form. It's a little startling to Minseok, but Kyungsoo's downright hiding in the flap of Minseok's sweater.
"Don't-You guys are in public!" Sehun mutters, loud enough for them to hear, and Minseok laughs, almost unfazed with the exception of his pink ears.
When the couple finally leaves the party, Kyungsoo makes sure to bow to every single person at the party for the embarrassing display of public-Jongin interrupts, “make out session”-and Kyungsoo turns even redder.
("Kyungsoo ah, at least we're not a weird couple anymore, right?" Minseok asks, all smiles and laughs. Kyungsoo groans into his hands, so embarrassed.)
PG
~2700w
In attempt to prove themselves as a "normal" couple, Kyungsoo decides to go to a New Years Party (not a potluck, unfortunately...) with Minseok.
Written for th sncj_santa o kimchispaghetti's prompt, "a warm, fuzzy fic about an established couple's first new year holiday together...(Think about how cute it would be for Kyungsoo to cook delicious food for his baozi for new year's~!)" ;.; I wanted to write the first prompt (sukai), but I couldn't bring myself write from the lyric prompt ;____;
According to the group of friends, Kyungsoo and Minseok are the oddest couple.
Minseok disagrees. He then starts to rant about their personalities and interests and-
"Well, I guess we are in a way..." Kyungsoo mumbles much too quietly to be heard, but Minseok hears it anyway though the rest of their friends don't. He pouts, eyes scrunching together and Kyungsoo smiles softly at him. He pats Minseok's shoulder lightly and presses a kiss to his plush cheek.
Jongin eyes them carefully before letting a small smile slip through his lips, and when Sehun sees Jongin smile, he smiles too. It's like a little wave of dominoes; Lu Han smiles because Sehun smiles, and Yixing smiles because of that, and before they know it, they're all smiling at the couple.
"I... “ Kyungsoo starts hesitantly, and immediately they all pay attention. "I really like Minseok hyung. Even though we don't hang out with each other as much we do with other people, I..." He starts to blush, red staining his cheeks. "I've had feelings for him for quite some time. He makes me happy. He makes me feel safe. So, I don't understand how we're so 'weird.' Isn't this how it's supposed to be?"
There's a moment of silence between the group and the couple.
Before any of them can respond, Minseok drags Kyungsoo into his room by his hand, smiling softly.
The group stands there for a moment, questioning the silence. Lu Han smiles, "You know, they're not coming back out for a while, right?"
They all disperse in a matter of seconds, horror etched on their faces.
For Christmas, the boys spend time with their respective families. While Minseok's family lives in the same city, Kyungsoo's live a couple of hours away. Still, they call each other every day-or, Kyungsoo calls Minseok every day. (And Minseok expects the calls, so he sits by the phone every day at around eight PM, waiting-his family notices by the fourth day, and they coo at him.)
Joonmyeon, Kyungsoo's childhood best friend, thinks it’s both cute and a little bit pathetic, but he can't bring himself to say it to little Kyungsoo. Instead, he just pats the boy's head and smiles.
"Joonmyeon hyung?"
"Yes, Kyungsoo?" Joonmyeon responds, ever attentive towards his dongsaeng.
"Do you think my relationship with Minseok hyung is weird?"
"Well..." Kyungsoo sets his round eyes on Joonmyeon both hopefully and curiously. Joonmyeon has to set down his book because this looks like a very sensitive issue for Kyungsoo.
"I think that if you two appreciate each other, and love each other, your relationship isn't weird. Think about it-a lot of people meet each other with online dating sites, right? To some people, that's a bit weird. But, actually, a lot of those relationships really do work out, as long as they work on it. Your relationship with Minseok might as well be like that-you two didn't really interact that much, mostly because you two were too shy to tell each other. Other people, like your friends, may not have seen it like that. They probably thought that you two just decided to go into this relationship too fast without thought."
Kyungsoo stares and nods. Joonmyeon bites his lips quickly before scratching the back of his head, "Sorry... I kind of, rambled."
"No, no, hyung! That's really good advice! But, hyung, what should I do to prove that this isn't going too fast? We haven't even-" He stops himself from finishing the sentence, but the blush he sports is too obvious for Joonmyeon to ignore, “done anything.”
The older man chuckles, hand covering his mouth. He ignores the last part for the sake of Kyungsoo's face, which is getting redder by the second. "Maybe... spend time with each other while your friends are around. Go to a New Year’s party with your Minseok hyung."
Kyungsoo likes the sound of that, your Minseok hyung. "But... New Year’s party?"
Joonmyeon ruffles Kyungsoo's hair, "Aww c'mon now, Kyungsoo ah. One of your friends must be having a New Year’s party; I mean, you don't space out that much, do you?"
Kyungsoo's quiet, contemplating. "Well, I think... Jongin and Sehun are having a party at their apartment. I think."
"Go find out. And anyway, isn't it time for you to call Minseok? It's eight thirty already."
"Shoot!" Kyungsoo curses, and Joonmyeon raises his eyebrows at him because Kyungsoo never curses, not even that innocently.
Kyungsoo comes home on Christmas night, much to his chagrin, because his father's a busy man who had to do paperwork-apparently. Kyungsoo's pretty sure that his mother had urged him to forget about the paperwork he'd had to do and had to finish before driving Kyungsoo back, so they'd keep him for longer. Kyungsoo doesn't mind too much, until he remembers that Minseok returns home that day as well-not to their apartment (they're not that far into the relationship yet, he tells himself; his heart breaks a little at the thought of him and Minseok not being as intimate yet even though they've been together for a couple of months), but to his own apartment in Seoul.
It's late night when he finally opens the door to his apartment; he almost expects the little note taped to the refrigerator door, but he's surprised nonetheless. The handwriting's small, but neat enough that Kyungsoo doesn't have to squint, and the note starts with a greeting, 'Kyungsoo~' with a little heart next to it that makes Kyungsoo's stomach flip.
'I tried making lasagna for you today, but it didn't come out very well ^^; But I cut off the burnt part, so I hope that's okay. Call me when you get home?'
And Kyungsoo does call him, because really, he'd like to hear Minseok's voice, even though it's through the receiver end of the phone. (So late that it was, Kyungsoo had to miss their nightly 8 PM calls because, well, his father was in the car, and Kyungsoo wasn't about to talk to Minseok when his father's right there because that would be just embarrassing, talking to your boyfriend in front of your father!)
The phone rings twice before Minseok answers, and his voice seems both cheery and tired. Kyungsoo voices his concern, and Minseok tells him not to worry about it; that he's been a little overworked lately. Kyungsoo continues to pry, and he sort of expects an irritated tone ten minutes into the conversation, because irritation always comes when he pries and nags at his friends. Minseok keeps calm though, and Kyungsoo can tell that he's smiling, humoring Kyungsoo by telling him that everything's well and good.
Kyungsoo eats the lasagna while he's talking and though he isn't fond of talking and eating at the same time, he's not too self-conscious because it's just him in the apartment, all alone with the exception of Minseok's voice to accompany him. He tells Minseok that it's delicious, even though it's just okay-a bit stale and the pasta's a little hard, but he loves it nonetheless.
They talk for hours, and Kyungsoo doesn't realize that it's 1 AM until Minseok tells him so. But when Kyungsoo hits the End Call button, he realizes that he's forgotten to tell Minseok that they're spending New Years at Jongin and Sehun's party.
He has to redial and when Minseok answers, Kyungsoo makes sure to blurt that out first. Minseok laughs his little boyish laugh, but they don't hang up; it's silent and Kyungsoo's finally in bed, tucked under the duvet.
"Good night, Kyungsoo," is the last thing he hears before he falls asleep.
The thing is, Kyungsoo hasn't been invited to very many parties. He'd remembered the days-his school days-when they'd had class parties. There would be a table filled with food; best of all, it was homemade food-a potluck. Kyungsoo had always been happy to provide the dessert, or the main dish, or the side, or anything really.
There was a reason he was nicknamed the group's 'umma,' after all. (Though, he’s not that fond of the name.)
He would whistle and smile as he cooked, and Lu Han and Minseok would always lounge around-they were the taste testers.
Kyungsoo liked to cook for Minseok. Every time he'd ask the two to try something, he'd always tried to make it his best because Minseok hyung's putting it in his mouth and it just has to be good. If honest, Lu Han himself wasn't really a good taste tester. Anything left in front of him would've been gone in a few seconds, and he would offer no feedback whatsoever.
Minseok, on the other hand, would happily tell him that 'it tastes good, but it needs a little bit more salt-maybe a pinch... or two?' And then he'd smile and Kyungsoo would melt a little inside.
But, it's a little bit different this time, because Kyungsoo's unsure of this whole thing-if the dish he's made is appropriate for a New Year’s party, and Minseok isn't even here to taste. When he'd told Jongin and Sehun that he and Minseok would be going to the party, they'd been surprised-and then, Kyungsoo smiled, and left.
(When Kyungsoo’s left with a small mention of food, Sehun grunts for Jongin’s attention, “Yah, Jongin?”
Jongin turns to Sehun, sprawled out on the sofa in his boxers, lazy. “What?” his tone is sharp and irritated, because he would like to watch Power Rangers without the bratty kid snapping at him, thank you very much.
“Kyungsoo’s never been to any of our parties.”
“Yeah, so?”
“He probably thinks it’s a potluck.”
Jongin stares at the TV for a moment, memorized by the black Power Ranger. Then, he blinks to himself, “…right, shit.”
The two boys sit and stand respectively for a moment.
“Well then, more food for us, right?”)
Kyungsoo sets off to the market to get ingredients for egg rolls.)
When Kyungsoo figures out that it really isn’t a potluck, he turns a pale shade of pink and has to blink his eyes quickly to bring away the tears. Minseok makes sure to grip his hand tightly until Kyungsoo calms down from the little panic attack, and Jongin and Sehun simply stand there with sheepish, guilty looks on their faces before the rest of the guests gather around the egg rolls, demanding. Kyungsoo finally calms down when Minseok reassures him that the egg rolls are delicious, and that the food at the party must’ve been disgusting in the first place if everyone wanted his egg rolls. It doesn’t make much sense, but Minseok’s calm voice settles him down. (Jongin gives Minseok a disdainful look at Minseok for calling their food ‘disgusting,’ but he isn’t one to deny it.)
Then, they move around, talking and laughing and-Kyungsoo thinks it’s a little boring. But, when he looks to Minseok, who is laughing and smiling that toothy, gummy smile of his, he decides not to say anything and just squeezes Minseok’s hand. Instead of paying attention to whoever’s talking (Lu Han, to Minseok about the FIFA World Cup), and just plays with Minseok’s fingers with both of his hands.
Minseok’s fingers are smooth and pale, just like the rest of him, and they are slightly stubby. Kyungsoo likes to outline Minseok’s nails-almost in perfect squares, Kyungsoo notes, and laughs a little bit when Minseok takes hold of his own hand and does the same thing. Soon enough, Lu Han goes away (muttering something; Kyungsoo isn’t sure what), and the two boys just stand there in the middle of the living room, playing a hand version of footsies.
Soon enough, Sehun calls them over for some champagne, and though Kyungsoo denies the first few times, they both end up with a champagne flute full of dark red liquid.
It isn't like Yixing to get tipsy most of the time, but it happens, and the party becomes much livelier. Yixing pokes and prods at everyone, and Minseok and Kyungsoo are encouraged to have fun. Their definition obviously doesn't match up when Yixing decides to throw up on the floor-Kyungsoo yelps a little, because the nice, clean tiles are now wet with pink gloop (a combination of the wine and Kyungsoo's egg rolls). Jongin curses under his breath and Sehun folds up the sleeves of his sweater before they venture to the bathroom to grab a mound of toilet paper (the vomit spreads across the floor, puddle so wide that neither can hop into the kitchen without getting their shoes and feet wet).
After the little fiasco, Minseok shuffles Kyungsoo outside, deciding that it's not too cold to spend a few minutes on the balcony. (The stench of the vomit also helps.) The air is cold and wind blows through their hair easily, so much that Minseok has to pat down his own hair with nimble fingers.
Kyungsoo’s hair is tossed around, as if he’d just woken up, but it looks nice on him-a messy, frazzled look, with his large eyes; it makes him look cute, Minseok thinks. He stops patting down his own hair when it becomes obvious that the wind’s not going to stop blowing. It takes Minseok a moment to realize that Kyungsoo’s shivering beside him, not worrying about his hair at all-but is cold, and Minseok feels like a horrible boyfriend. He shuffles over carefully and wraps an arm around the slightly taller boy.
Kyungsoo does the same, and wraps one of his arms around Minseok’s body. They stand at the balcony shaking for a few minutes before they start to warm up, and after that, it becomes unnecessary for them to be so wrapped up with each other. Still, they hold one another close, and Minseok nuzzles into Kyungsoo’s shoulder. Instead of being cold, Kyungsoo is engulfed in warmth. He likes to think that the warmth's coming from Minseok, but he isn't sure, because Minseok's wearing a very thick sweater and it might just be that... instead of thinking, he closes his eyes. Either way, it's Minseok, so he doesn't care all too much.
They stay outside, huddled together until the New Year’s countdown starts.
"Yah-you, lovebirds! Come on!" Lu Han flaps his arms wildly as the crowd inside the apartment chants “Twenty seven, twenty six, twenty five...”
Kyungsoo makes to go in, but Minseok holds him tight. When Kyungsoo looks up, Minseok's smiling at him-a dazed, small smile and Kyungsoo gives up on going inside. He waves Lu Han off, mumbling they'd stay outside.
Kyungsoo and Minseok face the doorway inside and watch all their friends gathered by the TV, hunching over each other to see the New York ball drop towards the ground. Minseok holds in a laugh, because he spots Baekhyun in the corner, waving around a tacky, pink wand with a star on top; Kyungsoo leans in closer to his body, enjoying the small rumbles of Minseok's chest.
“...three, two, one! Happy New Year!”
Kyungsoo almost forgets about the expected kiss, but Minseok sure doesn't. He tips the boy's head up, and Kyungsoo's eyes are wide; his lips are not exactly puckered, but by the time Minseok lifts his chin up, he has idea of what's about to happen.
The kiss is soft and sweet, right until Kyungsoo's bottom lip slips between Minseok's teeth. Kyungsoo moans softly, unwillingly, and Minseok swirls his tongue in Kyungsoo's mouth, tasting and licking. Kyungsoo's arm manages to wrap around Minseok's neck, under his scarf, and Minseok shivers a little because Kyungsoo's small hands are so much colder than his skin. Minseok make a sound-he's always been the quiet one-but he does arch into Kyungsoo, and they somehow meld together without being too uncomfortable.
They break apart when the door to the balcony opens, flushed and pink, and when they finally open their eyes, Minseok and Kyungsoo find that the entire crowd's staring at them, all happy in some shape or form. It's a little startling to Minseok, but Kyungsoo's downright hiding in the flap of Minseok's sweater.
"Don't-You guys are in public!" Sehun mutters, loud enough for them to hear, and Minseok laughs, almost unfazed with the exception of his pink ears.
When the couple finally leaves the party, Kyungsoo makes sure to bow to every single person at the party for the embarrassing display of public-Jongin interrupts, “make out session”-and Kyungsoo turns even redder.
("Kyungsoo ah, at least we're not a weird couple anymore, right?" Minseok asks, all smiles and laughs. Kyungsoo groans into his hands, so embarrassed.)