[D60] GOOD NEWS (1/2)
Prompt Code: D60
Title: Good News
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: cute fanboy!jongin
Word Count: 10k
Summary: The fansite master has taken up its role as the young rising actor’s hero.
AN: Thank you to the very accommodating mods!
Jongin’s phone beeps.
Red carpet is about to start. Hurry up!
It’s either Jongin is doubtful he charged the battery in full, or he just clicks a lot. He pockets 3 of them anyway, in case Kyungsoo’s speech or any of his moment is considerable to shoot full in video.
Jongin snickers at himself; there’s nothing unworthy to capture. He can’t miss anything.
He pushes lightly his scattered pens, and lays down his camera to check one last time the settings before he goes off.
Two slow knocks on the door shake him off.
“You sure you’re not going to eat dinner?” His mom yells by the other side. Jongin assumes it has something to do with the food being his favorite.
“No, mom. I’ll eat at Sehun’s.” He responds, all the while getting the last sample shot of a squirrel in their yard.
“Good luck on your project then. “
“Yeah, okay. Good night.” The footsteps by the hallway dry down.
He clicks down through the options, gauging the numbers he’s learned by a year of experience. As soon as he satisfies himself with the settings he stores the gadget in the bag.
In haste, he slings his duffel, bumping his set of colognes in the process. He paces in front of the mirror, stroking his hair back for good measure. He must look good-he needs to. Not that a part of him is expecting, he’s just preparing if any eye contact would ensue later.
Screw that programming project. The Asian Film Awards is more important, anyway…
It takes a great effort for Jongin to sidestep at every screaming fan in the venue, just to force his way in front, three rows from the stage. He was aiming for the first row, but he was late (as late as a fansite can be) so he takes what he can get. He can still see a clear view from his position though, but the stability of his camera’s position later on will be the problem. All he wishes is that people won’t be very wild and noisy when Kyungsoo goes up; because the last time an event happened he barely heard a thing or two from the rookie actor. All he could here are screams, and few profanities that profess their love for Kyungsoo. As he went home that day and played back the video he took, it turned out that the quality wasn’t commendable. Ugly. Bad quality. Kyungsoo does not deserve an ugly fancam. Nope. So he promises to do better next time.
The “next time” is tonight. The fans leap forward and shout their supports as an actress meanders in front at the center, looking elegant and neat between the two emcees. Camera flashes storm in as the female answers the questions thrown at her. Jongin observes the female. Yeah, she’s pretty. But she’s not Kyungsoo. Jongin shrugs and swerves his focus back on the roadway, waiting for his purpose to get off a black car and slay the red carpet.
It was lucky of Jongin to see Sehun amidst the crowd. His friend stands now beside him, a phone in his hand checking twitter.
“Point and shoot, Sehun. Focus on his side. Upper body-”
“Upper body shot. Watch the light. Accentuate his eyes. Lips. What else?” Sehun rolls his eyes as he mocks his friend, making fun of his undying love for the actor. Jongin punches his assistant’s arm. It has always been the same since forever. It is no secret that Jongin stares too long at Kyungsoo’s face before he goes to sleep, starting from his defined jawline, all the way up to his lips, to the cute button nose, then those eyes that lock him in place; the eyes in which Jongin finds them to be the most intimidating part of the actor. Jongin can never get enough.
“We’re hitting the top.” Sehun says as he scrolls through the mentions in twitter.
“What?” Jongin shouts to his side as screams once again flood in.
“Jongin, the fans are asking you to release-”
“Oh Sehun we have discussed this.” Jongin huffs in finality. “Kyungsoo-hyung is not for profit. I’m not going to sell anything.”
“Dude, even a single batch of goods will skyrocket your state of living. Have you ever considered?” Sehun shoves the phone towards his face close enough to see the compliments given at them. It’s not a very big fanbase, but Jongin is a bit reluctant to say he’s enjoying the attention.
“Are we discussing this now, really?” Jongin groans in annoyance. Sehun sighs in defeat. “If you ever want to get rich from this then better go and-”
“Okay shut up your prince is here!” Sehun looks over his shoulder and pats his arm wildy. Jongin twists his head in the direction, and just like in any dramas, time seems to stop as his eyes focus on the young man taking up people’s attention in the red carpet. He’s there.
Suddenly, the ambiance tonight seems brighter, as his sunshine stands by the end of the carpet.
Do Kyungsoo stretches his way on the hall with the most elegant suit he has seen and a rose in his hand, carrying a smile that captures everyone’s joy. The bowtie makes the actor all the more look manly, and Jongin is further swooned. He’s sporting Jongin’s favorite hairstyle, in which the fringe is beautifully styled down the eyebrows.
“Jongin! Focus!” Sehun nudges him as he remains still, only staring. Damn it. Jongin hastily picks up his camera and shoots, following every single step the actor takes.
Watch the light. Accentuate his eyes. Lips. Snap!
It’s all too fast. Kyungsoo now stands in the center, few steps away from them. From time to time Jongin maneuvers his camera down, all just to focus his sight to the actor without any sort of device in between them.
Jongin just stares, and stares.
He makes sure to capture a video once the emcee shifts the microphone to Kyungsoo’s lips. The actor smiles; the kind of smile that gives prominence in his cheekbones. Jongin notices it’s the way the actor does when he gets shy. The fans coo over how adorable the sight is. Kyungsoo does his greetings and bows. The cameras around follow the actor’s steps as he goes in the room, away from the public’s eyes.
The hype goes down as they wait for the next celebrity. Jongin remains still, not until Sehun wacks him in the head.
“You idiot.”
“I’m sorry.” Jongin smiles apologetically. He’s done it again. “I assume you’ve shot everything?” He asks expectantly.
“Of course. If I don’t, then who will?” Sehun grins. He’s used to this, anyway. Sehun takes up his phone to capture the previews.
It’s the reason why Jongin has Sehun as an assistant. Though, it always ends up with Sehun being one with the more photos, and Jongin having only half of the full coverage. Everytime he sees Do Kyungsoo, as cliché (and foolish) as it may sound is like the first time. Astounding. Blinding.
“Get ready. We’re going in.”
The stage blacks out as the featured performance ends. Sehun and Jongin sit a level above the VIP area, where they can see the pretty mop of black hair.
“Jongin, stop fidgeting please.” Sehun comments as the other restlessly jiggles his knees. Jongin bites his lip as it turns white. The music turns up signalling a new announcer coming up the stage.
“I can’t. What if he doesn’t win?” Jongin starts biting his nails of his free hand, the other holding the camera in place.
“He will. He won’t be even invited if he has nothing to do here.”
“Still, we’ll never know.”
The announcer holds Jongin’s life a.k.a. the cue card. It’s the moment he’s been waiting, finally. He brings up his clammy hand and covers his ear, as if the act figuratively shuts out everything in the background. Heaven knows how he badly wants Do Kyungsoo to take the award home, and he himself knows the actor is very much worthy of the attention and the honor. Jongin swallows thickly when the crowd goes berserk and loud as the screen shows the nominees.
“Stand up and focus the camera. Now.” Sehun taunts imperatively, all the while Jongin stays inattentive, still restless. And when Jongin shows no sign of movement, Sehun sighs and whisper-shouts. “Damn it Jongin. This event is important. Get in position now!”
Do Kyungsoo should win. Must win. Jongin can’t imagine the disappointment Kyungsoo would feel if the doesn’t. And Kyungsoo being the kind and humble star everyone has known, it’s bound that Kyungsoo would blame himself if the drama doesn’t get much recognition. Jongin doesn’t want that. Kyungsoo should know that he’s done a great job. Should know that a rookie life can be pretty awesome if someone works hard, especially Kyungsoo who had spent so much effort for his role.
The announcer flips the cue card open. Jongin doesn’t breathe.
“The Rookie of the Year Award goes to-!”
It is all a pleasant occasion, with the artists greeting one another, making the whole affair reek of good fellowship. The fans scramble as they take up their stuff.
"Wipe your fake tears, dumbo." Sehun snides, standing up to leave. It's a thing between them; Sehun teasing Jongin, but the former is too patient to leave the other gushing over his addiction. Jongin sniffs and leaves his seat as well. Together they take off, stepping on confettis every now and then.
"I did it, Sehun." Jongin lets out a long breathe. "I filmed the whole thing." The effort done had been so triumphant for him. No one would ever think a mere fansite master is incapable of standing in front of his subject without melting into puddle of goo. Fansite masters shouldn't be this weak. Do Kyungsoo really works his magic.
The bright white lights take into view as they head to the lobby.
It felt so surreal, seeing other fans of the young actor crying and chanting his name all over again in glee. Other fans of the other senior artists look at them weirdly, scoffing at the ladies making unnecessary noises in the hallway. But that’s okay. Do Kyungsoo has won and that’s what matters. All that is worth to be celebrated. Kyungsoo won’t be disappointed tonight and he has the rest of the night to celebrate with friends. His Kyungsoo-hyung won’t blame himself for something bad that he hadn’t done. That’s the kind of a nice night Jongin wants to have.
Wait.
“Fuck Sehun!” Something snaps in Jongin as he remembers. Immediately he takes the camera off him and shoves it to his friend, almost making the other drop the thing.
“What the fu- Jongin where the hell are you going?” Sehun yells as his friend runs abruptly, leaving him dumbfounded.
“Keep that first! M-my sister called and she wants me now.” Jongin ignores his friend’s calls as he rushes his way out of the crowd.
His friend would think he’s on his way home. But he’s lying. Jongin searches the easiest way to the backstage.
There’s not much Kyungsoo fansites as far as Jongin remembers. There are only three of them, if he’s not mistaken. And Jongin can only ask why. It’s kind of frustrating to see so few people sharing the same sentiments as they want to capture the beauty that is Do Kyungsoo. But he shrugs. That way Kyungsoo’s attention is possibly narrowed down more to him. One day he wishes to give Kyungsoo a photobook of all his pictures, just to show how beautiful being he is, from a fan’s perspective. Jongin hopes Kyungsoo knows this. Kyungsoo deserves the love and all the praise for all his hardwork. Kyungsoo deserves to know how perfect he is. Jongin has long wanted to invest his allowance and buy Kyungsoo enormous and sophisticated gifts, but now that he’s only a suffering and hungry college student, he settles for a small gift.
The man stumbles across rooms by rooms, rushing. It was like a game plan, studying on how it’s supposed to work. Sure he knows it won’t be easy to go to the VIP area. But a few case studies of awards night helped him figure things out. Well, not everything of course. It was a game of luck, after all.
Jongin rushes his way, swerving his head right and left and he looks out for signs where the private rooms are. He’s gone passed the public area, and all he hopes and prays is that Kyungsoo hasn’t left yet. Jongin’s ears perk as he makes out sounds of people pushing around. He goes left and runs, all the while holding his backpack secured. As Jongin takes a turn, his heart drops. He sees the media, all flashing and pointing their cameras to the actress who last scurried in the room. The guards had closed the doors, and Jongin hasn’t run that fast in his whole life. He jumped over the barricades, shocking the reporters who, Jongin just learned upon stealing them a glance, wear all-access pass. As he skips his steps he puts his bag in front and fishes out a box, relieved that it wasn’t crushed along the errand. He abruptly stops as he reaches the doors, the two guards studying him from head to toe.
Jongin catches his breathe, before batting them a smile.
“Hey.” Jongin does his best to maintain his tone, assuming that politeness can grant him good. “Please, can I see Do Kyungsoo?”
The guards give him snotty look before sneering. “The show’s over. Go home.”
“If I can’t see him then at least give him this to him please?” Jongin pleaded as he bestows the paper box in front of them. “They might spoil if he doesn’t eat them soon.”
The guards study the box as Jongin holds it up, as if they’re observing. “Did you make this yourself?”
Jongin swallows as he feels his blood rushing up his cheeks. Men can cook, right? Is it weird? Men giving men food supports? “Yes. I did.” Jongin answers anyway.
“We can’t do that. Who knows what you’ve put in there? Kids nowadays are in for that, envying their idols. Always pointlessly pinning for their attention.” Jongin goes silent for the moment as the guards ridicule over this sweet gesture of him. How could the guards make fun of him? People won’t understand.
“Excuse me but what the hell? I have no intention of putting his life in vain. Geez, all I want is to give him support.” Jongin asserts, all the while the guards paying him no heed. They open the doors and go in, showing no intention of listening.
“Hey! Please just give this to him! I never wanted to poison Do Kyungsoo! I’m his number one fan!”
The guards go out again, not minding every bit of his existence. The media goes out in cheer once again as the doors are left open, clicking their cameras obnoxiously. What a slap in his pride as a fan. Jongin takes a peek inside the private room, and not long after professes his intent again.
“Are you even listening to me? At least give him this. I bet he’s so hungry after that tiring shit! You don’t dare give him bunch of your reheated fake food! He deserves good things in this world! He just received his most-deserved award!” The guards leave their post, leaving him shouting over the crowd. He might be looking an idiot. But hey, that’s the least thing he could do. “Do Kyungsoo is so precious I would do everything for him!”
He yells and leaves his statement with finality, and within a millisecond he’s rendered stone and quiet.
How comical it can be, when in a while he’s been proclaiming his desires for the young actor, and now he’s being shoved left and right, as Do Kyungsoo, his sunshine scurries along with his escorts, smiles and bows at him.
It was right all along in the movies. They were not lying when they say everything else goes in slow motion. And it’s that feeling when the air was all taken out of your lungs. It wasn’t exactly in slow motion. Perhaps they’re lying after all. It’s all very sudden, and Jongin feels his body numb, still and weak. Do Kyungsoo has never been so attractive and beautiful in his eyes until this moment. Jongin knows how stupid he looks with his mouth gaped and eyes wide, swimming in the sea of cameras and reporters as his Kyungsoo bowed at him.
Kyungsoo is immediately gone as the guards close the doors once again. The hype of the media boils down.
“Oh my god.” Jongin whispers to no one. “Oh my god.” He repeats, this time to himself. If it weren’t for the obnoxious reporters around then he wouldn’t save himself from embarrassment as he wants to punch himself right in the face. If this is just a dream then he would kill himself as he wakes up.
Jongin has more or less proclaimed his love for Kyungsoo, and the other (probably) heard him.
He loosens his tie as he nears the room. Along the way he bows and mutters thanks to the people behind the show, holding back his yawn that’s been threatening to let out since this morning, as he barely slept 5 hours. The noonas congratulate him and send him good wishes. If it weren’t for their hardwork, he wouldn’t be in this place after all.
Kyungsoo sighs as he closes the door. For now, he missed the silence and stagnancy the white room gives him. He sidesteps passed the clothing rack, and notices the make-up smudges in the desk.
He stands in front of the well-lit mirror and smiles to himself. He did it. But, celebration can wait later. Now, he removes his contacts gently and puts them in the case. He blinks, easing the comfort around his lids. Kyungsoo picks up his glasses and fixes upon his nose. He takes a seat and straightens his back as he damps a cotton pad in the fluid. He smears the rest of his eye make-up, down to his cheeks.
Baekhyun yanks the door open, halting the young actor as he removes every bit of his lipgloss.
“Hyung?” Kyungsoo gives him a confused look, and before he knows it, the older hugs him from behind, and pats his butt for good measure.
“You did it, Kyungsoo.” The blond stretches back and pulls a stool behind the actor. In a while he puts up the award in the desk for Kyungsoo to see. Kyungsoo’s heart swells once more as the achievement is shown in front of him.
“Thanks hyung.” Kyungsoo fondles the metal. “I wish mom can see this.”
“Shhhh, now where do you want to eat? I won’t be stingy this time.” Baekhyun bats a suggestive smile, and Kyungsoo grins.
“So you’re choosing me over Jongdae-hyung tonight?” Kyungsoo throws the cotton pads as he finishes.
“Well, it’s a special day after all.” Baekhyun stretches. “Oh, by the way…”
Kyungsoo eyes the older as Baekhyun pulls out a box in his paper bag. “It’s yours.”
With the name “Do Kyungsoo” scribbled outside the box, it doesn’t take a fool to realise who it’s for. “Oh, it’s from you? Thanks.”
“No. it’s from a fan. Might’ve dropped it outside.” Kyungsoo scans the paper box, closely before Baekhyun hands it to him.
Kyungsoo observes the craft, chuckling at the cute penmanship of “Please eat well! :)”. He opens it, and shortly the smell of the Korean BBQ greets the room. The meal comes with sides of curry potato and simmered vegetables. Kyungsoo smiles as he eyes the heart-shaped rice.
“I-I have a fan who would do this?” Kyungsoo chuckles, overwhelmed by the support. Well, it’s his first time to receive something, aside from the consolation flowers others throw at him. With the delectable smell the beef gives off, he might reconsider not going out with Baekhyun tonight. “Where is she now?”
“It’s a male. I thought you knew?” Baekhyun responds, and Kyungsoo stares.
“I have male fans?” Kyungsoo glances at the craft once again, and it’s bit flattering to receive such a lovely and neat meal from a male.
“That’s the guy earlier who’s been shouting your name all over. He’s been clutching the same paper box. I thought you saw him.”
“I- really??” Kyungsoo frowns and tries his best to recall. Baekhyun snickers over the actor’s disbelief. It would take a while for Kyungsoo to get familiar with these things.
“Freshen up. We’re leaving in 10.”
The inspector tenses in front of him as the prisoner mutters a word. He takes in every bit of information, not missing a single word. Today he may sound incoherent, but the inspector knows better. They come in handy in the future.
“The days were I’ve been beaten up were tough.” Kyungsoo’s hoarse voice, yet small had filled the tacky room. And the fact that he speaks to the inspector eye to eye had the latter wondering where the prisoner got that kind of tenacity in his tone.
“Once, twice, three times,” The inspector latches on his recorder, and Kyungsoo’s eyes on him doesn’t falter, “four times, five times, six times…”
“So you’re saying,” Sehun grabs the popcorn out of Jongin’s grip, “that most probably, Kyungsoo would recognize you?”
Jongin rolls his eyes as Sehun once again interrupts the episode. They seat on Jongin’s couch as they watch again another episode, which undoubtedly they’ve gone through a lot of times by now. If Jongin tries, he could easily mouth Kyungsoo’s script as he’d taken everything in his memory. But he knows Sehun would judge him for having those secret marathon sessions he didn’t invite the other to.
Out of everything, this cameo of Kyungsoo is Jongin’s favorite. The fact that the unfaltering and apathetic face of Lee Junyeong is much the opposite of the bright-eyed and polite Kyungsoo never fails to swoon Jongin. The casting clearly affirms of Kyungsoo’s flexibility ability to take up any role given to him. And with that, Jongin pats himself for choosing the right person to stan.
“Well yeah, I mean it was embarrassing but he looked at me!” And that’s what’s important for Jongin. He stretches out his limbs on the table as he feels a tinge of strain. Though, he can’t help but smile at the memory.
“Sorry to break it to you but I bet he bowed and smiled at everyone.”
“Excuse me?” Jongin gapes at him. “I think it was just me. I got Kyungsoo-hyung’s attention.”
A part of Jongin stupidly holds on to the hope that no, Kyungsoo didn’t bow and smile with that beautiful lips of him to everyone. No. Kim Jongin is special, and that was his special day. Oh no. Now a part of him believes that it’s just Kyungsoo being kind and polite.
“Look at you Jongin. You’re not that hot. There’s no way.” Sehun obnoxiously licks the cheese off his fingers.
“Shut it. I hate you.”
Now he’s lost it. Definitely, Kyungsoo would be bowing at everyone. And now Jongin almost thought he was kind of special to receive the heart-shaped smile.
“Anyway why the hell didn’t you ask me to come with you? Wanting your hyung all by yourself and not inviting me, who has been saving your ass all the time.” Sehun grabs the remote and pauses the video. Jongin groans as Sehun eyes him sceptically.
“You wouldn’t make fun of me? Cooking and battling with cooking pans for hours?” Jongin grabs the remote back and resumes the episode; perfect timing as the screen closely shows Kyungsoo’s stoic face.
“Well, I might have gotten my mom to teach me a single dessert for my crush in high school.”
Sehun leaves in a while and Jongin resumes his marathon, every now and then repeating his favorite scenes.
Kyungsoo stands out from the rest in the stage, at least, for Jongin with his fringe fixated up. The actor stands in line with his co-stars, facing the audience. The knitted sweater further accentuates the narrow shoulders, and that’s more lovely and adorable. Jongin clicks at every detail- starting from the smile that’s shown as the actor introduced himself, to the tight-fitting pants, which doesn’t go down past his ankle. It makes him look smaller, and Jongin thinks of how Kyungsoo would perfectly fit in his arms. Stop.
Kyungsoo stands at the left-most of the stage. Jongin and his mate are positioned elsewhere, somewhere in the opposite side. Jongin doesn’t know it’s for the better or not, since he’s still embarrassed about the incident a month ago. This event is a promotion of Kyungsoo’s latest movie casting, and he’s got the supporting role. Well, not the lead role Jongin wants for him, but he takes what he can get. And so for the group photo, Kyungsoo stands at the far back, looking small.
The plan goes well- Jongin capturing photos, and Sehun shooting videos. As soon as the casts have done their last greetings and formal bow, Jongin prepares to leave and takes his camera lace off his neck.
“Say hi to him from me when you meet, alright?” Sehun twists his lips before getting the hold of the instrument.
“I shall try my luck.” Jongin flicks his tongue and pats the other’s shoulder. Sehun nods off.
While the rest of the media has gone preparing to follow the artists on the entrance of the VIP area, Jongin goes out for its exit. The mayhem is expected, since it’s a blockbuster movie and the budget is said to cost huge. Jongin hopes he’s planned this out really well; after all, he can’t stand around the news reporters for that long considering he doesn’t have an official pass. Jongin will try out his luck, but it’ not pure luck wherein everything just happens on a whim. Jongin believes that if he tries hard to go through these stalker-ish things then he might get a chance to see his idol someday.
Jongin curses the sun heat and wipes off his sweat. A part of him is upset that the venue for today is outdoor. The sun had glared too much in Kyungsoo’s direction. Aside from the fact that the glare had made the camera difficult to focus, it maddens him to see Kyungsoo sweat too much. But Kyungsoo looked so hot.
Jongin doesn’t run this time, instead takes his time to stride fast, since he’s not only holding a food support for a single person. This time he took the honor to own the kitchen and cook for 10. 10 meals may not suffice for everyone, surely, but he blamed it for his lack of budget and car.
He mentally curses as he sees that he’s not the only person waiting in the exit. Ladies shout the lead role’s name, wanting to catch a glimpse of the veteran actor. Jongin hurries his steps and stops as he approaches a male in a suit.
“Excuse me.” The man eyes him, and Jongin supresses his pants. “Can you give this to Do Kyungsoo and the rest of the cast?”
The male’s brows drew together as he looks up and studies Jongin. And then after, narrows at the boxes he has on his hands.
Jongin sighs hard before speaking again. “If it’s the contents you’re worried about, don’t worry. Now they’re in plastic containers. You can check them out yourself.”
The ladies start to get on Jongin’s nerves as they shout. Apparently Jongin blocks their view of the door. Jongin wipes his sweat with his shoulder, since the sunlight directs at him and the shouts of the fans don’t help at all.
“Stop pushing, and you all stay right there!” The other male yells to the crowd, causing them to groan. “You. Come with me.”
The other turns around before heading inside, and Jongin looks around to see if the other was speaking to a different person.
Me? Jongin mumbles stupidly. He takes his steps and checks if the other complains. Jongin follows the other anyway, and the screams die down as they enter the secluded hallway.
A sense of nervousness swells in him. It’s surprising enough to go in a VIP area. Jongin would have never guessed that he would have a privilege to freely walk in here. Well, he’s merely delivering a food. The man just had let him in because he doesn’t want to carry those heavy boxes around. Jongin’s a few steps behind the other. And the way the male strides with his upright posture makes him intimidating.
“Can I ask, who are you?” Jongin mutters.
“A manager.” The male responds, and Jongin nods in acknowledgment, though the other can’t see it. The manager turns left, and Jongin follows.
“Sit here, please.” The manager turns in his attention to a bench situated near the restroom. “I’ll be right back.”
The manager makes a run for the restroom, and closes the door. Jongin shrugs and sits down, putting his boxes beside him. It all dawns on him. Jongin made it inside the private area. Everything looks expensive, from the intricate ceiling details down to the bench he’s sitting at.
He was right after all. It just doesn’t take all luck to get noticed- but hardwork as well. A part of his luck is that he convinced a manager that he does not poison people. It gets him thinking- was he the only fan who would take great measures for such things? What about those ladies out there? He’s pretty sure he isn’t the only one that would cook for their idols. Others might have written fan letters. Oh. He hasn’t done that yet. Jongin mentally takes note that he’ll write a fan letter next time.
But what if the fan letter isn’t appreciated? Do artists even read the bunch of fan letters? They receive it everywhere, airports, fanmeets and such events. Surely they don’t have time to read, when on top of that they still have a script to memorize. What would the fans feel if they see their letters left on the artists’ drawer, untouched? What would I feel? What about those idols he’s seen dancing in TV? They have the scariest fangirls. One time Jongin wasn’t looking on his way when he accidentally stepped on a banner, just a small one with a chibi drawing of a certain idol, and he swears 5 fangirls hissed at him at the same time. Jongin had run so fast.
The door of the restroom opens and he sees the manager. Jongin stands up-
And sees Do Kyungsoo following behind the manager.
Jongin’s breathe hitches. Once again he’s stuck in his place as he sees Kyungsoo smiling at him.
“Hi! Sorry for waiting.” Kyungsoo stops in front of him, and good jesus. Jongin gazes below at the flat mop of hair, which was gelled up earlier. Kyungsoo reaches for his wallet behind. “How much does a bucket costs?”
One thing’s certain, and that Kyungsoo is smiling at him. Only at him. Those heart-shaped lips are directed to him. He’s purely in disbelief when those mesmerizing eyes are set at him.
Jongin stills. His eyes widen, and he’s sure he’s gaping like a fish right now. How can someone look so pretty with round frames? He looks like Harry Potter. No. This is the real Kyungsoo, looking small and cute with his small whole body squished in a black jacket. He swallows and inhales- and smells a mild and pleasing fragrance he remembers when he pressed his nose on a new born baby. This made him want to take long and deep sniffs around Kyungsoo’s hair and neck.
“Uh…” Kyungsoo shifts uncomfortably, and Jongin realizes he’s ogling at the other. “You’re the delivery guy, right?”
Jongin takes in the deep attractive voice, and selfishly wanted to hear more. Still ogling at the other, he realizes they’re all alone, and the manager has left them already.
“Yes, yes I am.” Jongin mindlessly nods, feeling his jaw firmer than ever.
“Okay.” Kyungsoo’s cheeks puff out as he smiles, and Jongin weakens once more. Kyungsoo fishes out some bills, and Jongin doesn’t miss out how his small fingers cutely curl.
Kyungsoo reaches out for him, ready to give him cash. Kyungsoo’s eyebrows crunch, and Jongin follows as the other’s eyes gazes the food beside him.
“Wait, this is not chicken.” Kyungsoo looks at the package, and blinks back at him.
“It’s burrito actually... Chicken burrito.”
Kyungsoo looks at him again, as if thinking hard. And it looked adorable.
“I’m… I’m sorry but I’m pretty sure I ordered Chicken fingers for two. I think these are not mine-” Kyungsoo took the liberty to scan the boxes and stops. “Wait are you… are you the fan Baekhyun-hyung wanted me to meet?”
Jongin gulps. Kyungsoo doesn’t like what he did. Does Kyungsoo-hyung hate him now? He sighs. He should have not done those burritos and instead opted for chicken. Damn it.
Kyungsoo squints at the box once more, aligning his eyeglasses in his nose. Jongin blushes as Kyungsoo sees his ugly penmanship written To Do Kyungsoo <3.
Kyungsoo ogles at him by surprise. “You’re… you’re that fan.” Kyungsoo points his finger at him. Jongin panics, as people around them bat their eyes at the scene.
Jongin is that fan. Kyungsoo had recognized him, shouting his name from the previous event. What should he say? Jongin isn’t sure if the other is happy seeing him or not, but the way the other’s eyebrows draw together shows the answer quite obvious. A million thoughts figuratively flush in him. His idol didn’t appreciate his love for him. Jongin wonders if he should quit Good News. Perhaps, Kyungsoo mistakes him for a sasaeng for always following him around wherever the actor goes.
All Jongin can do is stare down and nibble on his lip, peeling the skin along the way.
“This is embarrassing.” Kyungsoo pushes his face down his palms, still holding the money. “I just removed my make-up. I’m all bare.”
Truthfully, now that he’s face-to-face with Kyungsoo his mind hasn’t stopped screaming adorable. Yes. Kyungsoo without make-up is just adorable as ever. There’s no need to the man to feel embarrassed. In fact it is Jongin should who should be ashamed, for not dressing best as he could and not putting on his most expensive perfume as he now stands in front of his prince. He looks like a hobo. Do Kyungsoo should not be presented of such trash.
“Pretty.” Jongin’s mouth filter is now gone. And Kyungsoo peeks at him between his fingers.
“I mean… yeah you’re beautiful. You look hella hot.” Jongin slaps his mouth. Kyungsoo raises his eyebrow. “What I mean is, y-you look fine. No need to be ashamed. I’m just a fan. I’m really happy to see you.”
Jongin tried his best to talk casually. Maintaining the monotonous tone is difficult when you’re giving praises to someone. Gorgeous. Omnipotent. Heaven-sent. Beautiful. Jongin doesn’t want to stop praising the human in front of him, to be honest. But the other seems unhappy about it.
“Please don’t call me pretty. Thank you.”
Part 2