[exo] us against the world (just the two of us)
|| jongin x yixing | pg | romance (one-sided or is it) ||
warning: #HowToGrammar // disclaimer: no copyright infringement intended whatsoever.
summary: they're meant for each other, jongin believes. yixing thinks he just might be right after all.
***
us against the world (just the two of us) ;;
~~~
“I missed you,” are the first words to leave Jongin’s lips when the last note of ‘Let Out The Beast’ fades and tapers off into the background, the surrounding silence.
He’s in the basement dance practice room with Yixing. Just the two of them, the way it should always be, the younger of the two thinks.
Yixing tilts his head back and takes a long gulp from bottle of water in his hands. Jongin watches the trail of liquid map its way from the corners of the elder’s mouth down his chin and the pale column of his neck.
Jongin forcibly swallows down the lump in his throat, as his heartbeat increases fractionally in both speed and intensity.
“Oh yeah?” Yixing says as he wipes his lips with the back of a hand. The words come out all jumbled, but Jongin hears him loud and clear anyway because his heart has the tendency to act as his ears when it came to the older boy.
Yixing caps the half-empty plastic bottle and tosses it to the younger man. “Drink up,” he says when Jongin reaches out a hand on pure reflex and grabs the bottle. “I don’t want to be responsible for your dehydration.”
Jongin smiles discreetly as he uncaps the bottle because Yixing was always looking out for him, even in the slightest and smallest way possible. He drains the remaining contents swiftly in a matter of a few seconds, feeling the cool refreshing liquid wash down his parched throat.
“How much?” he hears the question being asked softly in Yixing’s lightly accented soothing mellow voice. Jongin looks over and notes with a hitch in his breath that the older boy was looking directly at him with an undeniably fond expression in the delicate panes of his face and a sparkle in the depths of his dancing brown eyes. “Exactly how much did you miss me, Jongin?”
“I don’t know. I mean..” he trails off and presses his lips in a straight line as a slight dent appears between his eyes above his nose bridge. “How does a person quantify the sense of longing he or she has for another person? I don’t think it’s possible to be honest.”
There’s an impish grin on the elder’s face as he asks playfully.
“Am I hearing things right? Did the great almighty Kim Jongin just tell me he longed for me?”
Jongin feels a heat creep up his neck and spread out across his cheeks, and if his entire body wasn’t already flushed with the exertion of dancing, he’d place all the money in his bank account on his face being the colour of a ripe tomato.
Rubbing the back of his neck in a gesture of uncertainty and self-consciousness, Jongin takes in a deep breath and takes five steps forward to a serenely smiling Yixing, eyes never once leaving the latter’s face, effectively closing the distance between them.
This it it, he thinks faintly with a hint of determination as he raises a steady hand to gently caress the pink-tinged porcelain white skin of the older boy’s face, his fingers lightly dancing over Yixing’s cheekbones and nose - fluttering like a butterfly’s wing over Yixing’s cheeks and lips. No more hiding and pretending everything’s fine. Yes, I can do this, Jongin decides when he sees that Yixing is staring at him with something akin to anticipation in his widened orbs.
“I have always longed for you, Yixing. I have always wanted you in my arms, I have wanted this - wanted you for years and it kills me to see you in - ”
The older boy covers his mouth with a hand and says softly, pleadingly. “Stop this nonsense right now, Jongin. We both know that this is absurd, this doesn’t make sense at all.”
Jongin lets his mouth fall shut as both his hands fall limply to his side. He contemplates briefly for a fleeting second over his options, coming to the decision that he’s in too deep to back out. So he pries the hand away from his mouth and asks simply.
“When has love ever made sense?”
-
It’s Yixing’s breath which hitches this time. “Jongin-ah, don’t - ”
The younger boy barrels on, unwilling to let his words go to waste like all the previous times. He’s going to say everything he has hidden in his heart, and nothing is going to stop him.
“I see the way you look at me when you think I’m not aware. I see it, Yixing, I see it, and I’m not that stupid to not know what it means. I hear it in your voice when you talk to me, when you speak to others about me. I can feel it in the way you touch me and,” Jongin says all of this in a rapid-fire manner, a hint of desperation lacing his voice. “You don’t say it out, but I know. I can tell. I still believe you’re made to be mine; that we’re meant for each other. Don’t you?”
“I love Sehun, Jongin. I love him.”
The words are soft, barely a whisper, but it hits Jongin like whiplash - his heart constricting painfully. He looks at the older boy who’s refusing to meet his gaze, eyes trained on the wooden floorboards beneath their feet. Jongin balls his hands into white-knuckled fists.
“Come away with me. We’ll go somewhere where no one knows who we are and just escape from everything. It can be like a vacation, just the two of us. The way it should be.”
Yixing jerks his head back up. “Didn’t you hear what I said? I love Sehun.”
“You love me too. Don’t deny it, hyung. Sehun isn’t the only one you love. You love me too.”
-
“Sehun’s fragile, too fragile. I can’t leave him, I’m sorry,” Yixing whispers, glassy orbs shimmering under the florescent lights. “I have to go now.”
Jongin stares at his retreating back, rendered speechless from the sudden and abrupt turn in events.
He remains silent until the older boy places a hand on the door handle.
“You asked me how much I missed you. I just thought of the answer. Would you like to hear it?”
Yixing freezes completely, long slender fingers still curled around the cool metal handle. Jongin inhales.
And exhales.
“So much, hyung, so much. I miss you so fucking much. Present tense, Xing, present tense. I miss you so much that it’s starting to hurt every time you’re not with me. Too much, Yixing, I miss you too much.”
“And so now,” he says slowly - making his way to the immobile boy. “It’s your turn to answer my question.”
Wrapping his arms loosely around the older boy’s lean frame, Jongin hooks his chin over one shoulder and whispers.
“Are you saying you’re refusing a shot at happiness with me just because Sehun’s fragile?”
-
Jongin sits alone at the bus stop, huddled in his winter jacket. He wraps a bright orange scarf around his neck, winding in the way so that it hides all the blooming bruises left by Yixing before the older man had left the room with his hair dishevelled, angry red marks all over his pale skin, and a promise of “Just a little while more, Jongin.”
Jongin touches his gloved fingers to his swollen lips and prays that the ‘little while more’ won’t be too long. His phone buzzes to life with a new message.
Let’s give your idea a twirl. Meet me at the airport tonight at twelve. I love you, Jongin. I’ll be waiting.
Jongin grins and is about to reply to the message when a new one comes in. This time from Luhan.
Babe, where are you? Don’t you know it’s not very nice to keep your boyfriend waiting? Wo ai ni. xoxo
-
“Yixing hyung, don’t you think it’ll be perfect if the world had only the two of us? Just the two of us, it’ll be absolutely wonderful, don’t you think?”
Yixing looks with barely concealed amusement at the younger boy who had his head nestled comfortably in his lap. He runs his fingers through the inky black strands and muses thoughtfully, “I don’t know, really. Do you think it will?”
Jongin grins up, showcasing his missing two front teeth.
“Of course! We’re meant to be together after all.”
***
- because i naughty naughty ~ so. this is the second fic i've written of the more 'scandalous' nature xD the first one can be found here.
- comment? <3 i wont hate you if you don't, but i'll love you forever if you do :D
also! come say hello on twitter and/or ask.fm ♥ i wont bite unless you want me to.
warning: #HowToGrammar // disclaimer: no copyright infringement intended whatsoever.
summary: they're meant for each other, jongin believes. yixing thinks he just might be right after all.
***
us against the world (just the two of us) ;;
~~~
“I missed you,” are the first words to leave Jongin’s lips when the last note of ‘Let Out The Beast’ fades and tapers off into the background, the surrounding silence.
He’s in the basement dance practice room with Yixing. Just the two of them, the way it should always be, the younger of the two thinks.
Yixing tilts his head back and takes a long gulp from bottle of water in his hands. Jongin watches the trail of liquid map its way from the corners of the elder’s mouth down his chin and the pale column of his neck.
Jongin forcibly swallows down the lump in his throat, as his heartbeat increases fractionally in both speed and intensity.
“Oh yeah?” Yixing says as he wipes his lips with the back of a hand. The words come out all jumbled, but Jongin hears him loud and clear anyway because his heart has the tendency to act as his ears when it came to the older boy.
Yixing caps the half-empty plastic bottle and tosses it to the younger man. “Drink up,” he says when Jongin reaches out a hand on pure reflex and grabs the bottle. “I don’t want to be responsible for your dehydration.”
Jongin smiles discreetly as he uncaps the bottle because Yixing was always looking out for him, even in the slightest and smallest way possible. He drains the remaining contents swiftly in a matter of a few seconds, feeling the cool refreshing liquid wash down his parched throat.
“How much?” he hears the question being asked softly in Yixing’s lightly accented soothing mellow voice. Jongin looks over and notes with a hitch in his breath that the older boy was looking directly at him with an undeniably fond expression in the delicate panes of his face and a sparkle in the depths of his dancing brown eyes. “Exactly how much did you miss me, Jongin?”
“I don’t know. I mean..” he trails off and presses his lips in a straight line as a slight dent appears between his eyes above his nose bridge. “How does a person quantify the sense of longing he or she has for another person? I don’t think it’s possible to be honest.”
There’s an impish grin on the elder’s face as he asks playfully.
“Am I hearing things right? Did the great almighty Kim Jongin just tell me he longed for me?”
Jongin feels a heat creep up his neck and spread out across his cheeks, and if his entire body wasn’t already flushed with the exertion of dancing, he’d place all the money in his bank account on his face being the colour of a ripe tomato.
Rubbing the back of his neck in a gesture of uncertainty and self-consciousness, Jongin takes in a deep breath and takes five steps forward to a serenely smiling Yixing, eyes never once leaving the latter’s face, effectively closing the distance between them.
This it it, he thinks faintly with a hint of determination as he raises a steady hand to gently caress the pink-tinged porcelain white skin of the older boy’s face, his fingers lightly dancing over Yixing’s cheekbones and nose - fluttering like a butterfly’s wing over Yixing’s cheeks and lips. No more hiding and pretending everything’s fine. Yes, I can do this, Jongin decides when he sees that Yixing is staring at him with something akin to anticipation in his widened orbs.
“I have always longed for you, Yixing. I have always wanted you in my arms, I have wanted this - wanted you for years and it kills me to see you in - ”
The older boy covers his mouth with a hand and says softly, pleadingly. “Stop this nonsense right now, Jongin. We both know that this is absurd, this doesn’t make sense at all.”
Jongin lets his mouth fall shut as both his hands fall limply to his side. He contemplates briefly for a fleeting second over his options, coming to the decision that he’s in too deep to back out. So he pries the hand away from his mouth and asks simply.
“When has love ever made sense?”
-
It’s Yixing’s breath which hitches this time. “Jongin-ah, don’t - ”
The younger boy barrels on, unwilling to let his words go to waste like all the previous times. He’s going to say everything he has hidden in his heart, and nothing is going to stop him.
“I see the way you look at me when you think I’m not aware. I see it, Yixing, I see it, and I’m not that stupid to not know what it means. I hear it in your voice when you talk to me, when you speak to others about me. I can feel it in the way you touch me and,” Jongin says all of this in a rapid-fire manner, a hint of desperation lacing his voice. “You don’t say it out, but I know. I can tell. I still believe you’re made to be mine; that we’re meant for each other. Don’t you?”
“I love Sehun, Jongin. I love him.”
The words are soft, barely a whisper, but it hits Jongin like whiplash - his heart constricting painfully. He looks at the older boy who’s refusing to meet his gaze, eyes trained on the wooden floorboards beneath their feet. Jongin balls his hands into white-knuckled fists.
“Come away with me. We’ll go somewhere where no one knows who we are and just escape from everything. It can be like a vacation, just the two of us. The way it should be.”
Yixing jerks his head back up. “Didn’t you hear what I said? I love Sehun.”
“You love me too. Don’t deny it, hyung. Sehun isn’t the only one you love. You love me too.”
-
“Sehun’s fragile, too fragile. I can’t leave him, I’m sorry,” Yixing whispers, glassy orbs shimmering under the florescent lights. “I have to go now.”
Jongin stares at his retreating back, rendered speechless from the sudden and abrupt turn in events.
He remains silent until the older boy places a hand on the door handle.
“You asked me how much I missed you. I just thought of the answer. Would you like to hear it?”
Yixing freezes completely, long slender fingers still curled around the cool metal handle. Jongin inhales.
And exhales.
“So much, hyung, so much. I miss you so fucking much. Present tense, Xing, present tense. I miss you so much that it’s starting to hurt every time you’re not with me. Too much, Yixing, I miss you too much.”
“And so now,” he says slowly - making his way to the immobile boy. “It’s your turn to answer my question.”
Wrapping his arms loosely around the older boy’s lean frame, Jongin hooks his chin over one shoulder and whispers.
“Are you saying you’re refusing a shot at happiness with me just because Sehun’s fragile?”
-
Jongin sits alone at the bus stop, huddled in his winter jacket. He wraps a bright orange scarf around his neck, winding in the way so that it hides all the blooming bruises left by Yixing before the older man had left the room with his hair dishevelled, angry red marks all over his pale skin, and a promise of “Just a little while more, Jongin.”
Jongin touches his gloved fingers to his swollen lips and prays that the ‘little while more’ won’t be too long. His phone buzzes to life with a new message.
Let’s give your idea a twirl. Meet me at the airport tonight at twelve. I love you, Jongin. I’ll be waiting.
Jongin grins and is about to reply to the message when a new one comes in. This time from Luhan.
Babe, where are you? Don’t you know it’s not very nice to keep your boyfriend waiting? Wo ai ni. xoxo
-
“Yixing hyung, don’t you think it’ll be perfect if the world had only the two of us? Just the two of us, it’ll be absolutely wonderful, don’t you think?”
Yixing looks with barely concealed amusement at the younger boy who had his head nestled comfortably in his lap. He runs his fingers through the inky black strands and muses thoughtfully, “I don’t know, really. Do you think it will?”
Jongin grins up, showcasing his missing two front teeth.
“Of course! We’re meant to be together after all.”
***
- because i naughty naughty ~ so. this is the second fic i've written of the more 'scandalous' nature xD the first one can be found here.
- comment? <3 i wont hate you if you don't, but i'll love you forever if you do :D
also! come say hello on twitter and/or ask.fm ♥ i wont bite unless you want me to.