from here to home (oneshot)
from here to home
kaisoo (jongin/kyungsoo).
pg.
romance.
oneshot/~1200w.
Kyungsoo is the back road in Jongin's life that he takes when he can no longer hear the music, his body numb and weak until warm hands bring him back to life.
(take my hand)
•
It's a quiet exchange between two not-so-strangers on cool evenings, windows rolled down and music playing quietly in the background. Kyungsoo watches as the scenery changes, from city comfort and urban suburbs to unknown paths leading to the countryside.
As they pass the city limits, Jongin leans over and grabs Kyungsoo's hand resting on his thigh. Kyungsoo smiles and squeezes Jongin's hand softly.
Kyungsoo is Jongin's comfort, the one he goes to when the world is moving too fast for his mind and body to keep up with, and he just can't stand to think anymore. Kyungsoo waits for Jongin, understands, and knows what to do to help him hear the music again, help him move the way he once did.
The first time it happened was in their teens. Jongin just received his license and the keys to his parents' car, and the first place he drives to is Kyungsoo's home. He dragged Kyungsoo out for a drive, talking the entire time about his day and how excited he was to be free. And Kyungsoo listened, as he always does, a fond smile playing his lips as he listens.
Not paying attention, Jongin drove out of the city and got lost on an empty street. But instead of concern washing over him, he seemed more relaxed than before. The talk died down, and he just drove. His CD played in the background, Kyungsoo humming along to it until the road ended and it was time to head back.
Back then, things were much more innocent. Jongin was excited to face the world and give it all he's got. To showcase his talent for all to see, to feel like a man.
Yet the more he grew, the smaller he felt. He realized the world was a lot larger than he expected, and they don't care for someone who can communicate with music compared to those who can put numbers together and create buildings out of them. They told him, "If you want to make it big, do something big." And Jongin just doesn't know how.
When Kyungsoo left for college, he tried taking the back road by himself. But the music was too loud or too quiet, and the emptiness around him almost suffocated him. He reached over to grab someone, but all he felt was air. He had to pull off to the side as his vision blurred from the tears.
Now, he waits until Kyungsoo returns during breaks to take him out. He remembers seeing Kyungsoo return during winter break, how he almost broke down right in front of him, but waited until they passed city limits to reach over and grab Kyungsoo, to make sure he's there. His warm hands were a promise to Jongin.
But tonight is different.
Tonight, Jongin did not show up at Kyungsoo's doorsteps for comfort. He did not grab his hand for security. He did not slow down as they reached the end of the road to savor these moments of isolation away from the world.
Tonight, he understands.
He understands why Kyungsoo is the only one he can drive with, who calms him with a smile and flusters him with a glance. He understands why the road seems much smoother with Kyungsoo sitting beside him, why the music rings so perfectly in his ears with Kyungsoo humming to it. He understands why, when he takes Kyungsoo's hand, Kyungsoo smiles and squeezes back. Why he hates it when he turns away.
He understands that Kyungsoo is not the back road in his life, but the only road.
And even if he may not yet understand this world, even if he never understands it, at least he understands this part of his world, the most important one. The reason he gets up and faces the world, shoulders squared and chin held up as high as he can. The one who whispered, "Keep going," miles away through a telephone line in the darkest of hours when Jongin cried, ready to give up.
"What are you thinking about?" Kyungsoo asks softly, watching him with curious eyes. There's concern in the way his lips tilt downwards, and Jongin smiles as he thinks of kissing it away.
"You," Jongin admits, glancing at him to gauge his reaction. Kyungsoo just smiles, a small flush on his cheek unnoticeable due to the night sky. His face looks perfect under the dim light of the stars, though.
"You haven't spoken the entire time," Kyungsoo muses, turning back towards the window. "Usually you tell me about everything."
Jongin looks down at their intertwined hands. "Yeah, but this time, everything is right here in this car."
Kyungsoo turns to him, a surprised look on his face before it returns back to his smile. "So you mean those dirty wrappers in the back are all you have to tell me about?" he teases, gesturing to the leftovers from Jongin's lunch earlier today.
Jongin just chuckles and brings their hands to his lips. Kyungsoo lets out a small gasp as Jongin rubs his thumb over Kyungsoo's hand gently. Jongin smiles at the goosebumps on Kyungsoo's arm, knowing it's not from the cold.
"What about you? You never talk about your day," Jongin murmurs.
Kyungsoo shrugs. "There's not much to talk about. This is probably the highlight of my day," he admits, head turned to face the window completely. Jongin chuckles and squeezes Kyungsoo's hand, and he can't help but think that it's nice to have the roles reversed a little. To let Jongin be Kyungsoo's comfort for once, and not the other way around.
Jongin is still scared though. He doesn't know what it's like to love and be loved, soul and mind immersed into one shared emotion. But maybe it's the way Kyungsoo's pulse speeds up when Jongin traces his veins, or the way Jongin's heart races when Kyungsoo looks at him as he sings under his breath for only him to hear.
When they enter the city limits again, Jongin does not let go of Kyungsoo's hand. He holds it tighter, and feels Kyungsoo's stare burn through him the entire time, until Jongin pulls into the front of Kyungsoo's house.
It's almost midnight.
Usually, by this time, Jongin lets Kyungsoo step out of the car and walk back home. Lets him step away from Jongin, thinks that he's saving Kyungsoo from a life of all work and no play, no rest. Lets him go back home because Jongin may need Kyungsoo but Kyungsoo doesn't need Jongin, so he thinks.
But today is different, because Jongin can't stand to see Kyungsoo go and Kyungsoo can't seem to move to even take off his seat belt. They sit together, the drive done and the music over. The silence is eerily comforting for two who do not need sound to communicate.
Jongin clears his throat, but he can't find the words to say. Everything's been said already. He just needs to do something about it, but his body is rigid with anxiety.
Kyungsoo looks over, a gentle smile gracing his lips because he knows, he understands. He takes the initiative of taking off his seat belt, and he doesn't miss the way Jongin's face falls when he thinks he's about to leave.
He leans over before Jongin can react and touches their lips together. He feels all of Jongin's worries, all of Jongin's excitement, all of Jongin's yearning, and he presses harder. For a moment, there's fear on both ends, but when Jongin places his hands on Kyungsoo's face and deepens the kiss, and all of those worries melt away.
It's like they can hear the music again. The CD is on, and they're driving, driving to somewhere far from here, somewhere called home.
•
(lead me home)
a/n:
- okay so this fic was somewhat hard to produce because i was torn between eunhae and kaisoo as the pairing. this idea was originally kaisoo, but i was like, "... kai can't drive" OTL and eunhae always drives together. but I felt like kaisoo reflected more on the theme of needing and depending on someone. eunhae does have that aspect, but in my opinion, kaisoo just show it more because of the age difference and such. and so yeah. another example of me overthinking okay sorry
- yeah, but this has been in my journal since like july LMAO it just needed to be finished oops
- this is short, but I'm kind of happy with how it turned out and wow you know how rare that is
- anonfeedme :) /loves constructive criticism. lol I keep forgetting to link this but yeah. CC is nice always ;o;
- there were so many ways to make this a really sad fic like wow I was really tempted actually tbh but I dunno I'm already writing a fic with character death and this one was so nice AND I JUST COULDN'T DO IT /cries. but yeah, so many ways. I bet this would be better sad too... but yeah. I don't have the heart to do that hurhur I'm weak T_T but omg if you're curious as to how it'd be angst, read this LOL
- thank you for reading! magnanimous chapter two will be up when I get back ^^ too lazy to spot SORRY AGAIN wow I should give up on spots LOL
kaisoo (jongin/kyungsoo).
pg.
romance.
oneshot/~1200w.
Kyungsoo is the back road in Jongin's life that he takes when he can no longer hear the music, his body numb and weak until warm hands bring him back to life.
(take my hand)
•
It's a quiet exchange between two not-so-strangers on cool evenings, windows rolled down and music playing quietly in the background. Kyungsoo watches as the scenery changes, from city comfort and urban suburbs to unknown paths leading to the countryside.
As they pass the city limits, Jongin leans over and grabs Kyungsoo's hand resting on his thigh. Kyungsoo smiles and squeezes Jongin's hand softly.
Kyungsoo is Jongin's comfort, the one he goes to when the world is moving too fast for his mind and body to keep up with, and he just can't stand to think anymore. Kyungsoo waits for Jongin, understands, and knows what to do to help him hear the music again, help him move the way he once did.
The first time it happened was in their teens. Jongin just received his license and the keys to his parents' car, and the first place he drives to is Kyungsoo's home. He dragged Kyungsoo out for a drive, talking the entire time about his day and how excited he was to be free. And Kyungsoo listened, as he always does, a fond smile playing his lips as he listens.
Not paying attention, Jongin drove out of the city and got lost on an empty street. But instead of concern washing over him, he seemed more relaxed than before. The talk died down, and he just drove. His CD played in the background, Kyungsoo humming along to it until the road ended and it was time to head back.
Back then, things were much more innocent. Jongin was excited to face the world and give it all he's got. To showcase his talent for all to see, to feel like a man.
Yet the more he grew, the smaller he felt. He realized the world was a lot larger than he expected, and they don't care for someone who can communicate with music compared to those who can put numbers together and create buildings out of them. They told him, "If you want to make it big, do something big." And Jongin just doesn't know how.
When Kyungsoo left for college, he tried taking the back road by himself. But the music was too loud or too quiet, and the emptiness around him almost suffocated him. He reached over to grab someone, but all he felt was air. He had to pull off to the side as his vision blurred from the tears.
Now, he waits until Kyungsoo returns during breaks to take him out. He remembers seeing Kyungsoo return during winter break, how he almost broke down right in front of him, but waited until they passed city limits to reach over and grab Kyungsoo, to make sure he's there. His warm hands were a promise to Jongin.
But tonight is different.
Tonight, Jongin did not show up at Kyungsoo's doorsteps for comfort. He did not grab his hand for security. He did not slow down as they reached the end of the road to savor these moments of isolation away from the world.
Tonight, he understands.
He understands why Kyungsoo is the only one he can drive with, who calms him with a smile and flusters him with a glance. He understands why the road seems much smoother with Kyungsoo sitting beside him, why the music rings so perfectly in his ears with Kyungsoo humming to it. He understands why, when he takes Kyungsoo's hand, Kyungsoo smiles and squeezes back. Why he hates it when he turns away.
He understands that Kyungsoo is not the back road in his life, but the only road.
And even if he may not yet understand this world, even if he never understands it, at least he understands this part of his world, the most important one. The reason he gets up and faces the world, shoulders squared and chin held up as high as he can. The one who whispered, "Keep going," miles away through a telephone line in the darkest of hours when Jongin cried, ready to give up.
"What are you thinking about?" Kyungsoo asks softly, watching him with curious eyes. There's concern in the way his lips tilt downwards, and Jongin smiles as he thinks of kissing it away.
"You," Jongin admits, glancing at him to gauge his reaction. Kyungsoo just smiles, a small flush on his cheek unnoticeable due to the night sky. His face looks perfect under the dim light of the stars, though.
"You haven't spoken the entire time," Kyungsoo muses, turning back towards the window. "Usually you tell me about everything."
Jongin looks down at their intertwined hands. "Yeah, but this time, everything is right here in this car."
Kyungsoo turns to him, a surprised look on his face before it returns back to his smile. "So you mean those dirty wrappers in the back are all you have to tell me about?" he teases, gesturing to the leftovers from Jongin's lunch earlier today.
Jongin just chuckles and brings their hands to his lips. Kyungsoo lets out a small gasp as Jongin rubs his thumb over Kyungsoo's hand gently. Jongin smiles at the goosebumps on Kyungsoo's arm, knowing it's not from the cold.
"What about you? You never talk about your day," Jongin murmurs.
Kyungsoo shrugs. "There's not much to talk about. This is probably the highlight of my day," he admits, head turned to face the window completely. Jongin chuckles and squeezes Kyungsoo's hand, and he can't help but think that it's nice to have the roles reversed a little. To let Jongin be Kyungsoo's comfort for once, and not the other way around.
Jongin is still scared though. He doesn't know what it's like to love and be loved, soul and mind immersed into one shared emotion. But maybe it's the way Kyungsoo's pulse speeds up when Jongin traces his veins, or the way Jongin's heart races when Kyungsoo looks at him as he sings under his breath for only him to hear.
When they enter the city limits again, Jongin does not let go of Kyungsoo's hand. He holds it tighter, and feels Kyungsoo's stare burn through him the entire time, until Jongin pulls into the front of Kyungsoo's house.
It's almost midnight.
Usually, by this time, Jongin lets Kyungsoo step out of the car and walk back home. Lets him step away from Jongin, thinks that he's saving Kyungsoo from a life of all work and no play, no rest. Lets him go back home because Jongin may need Kyungsoo but Kyungsoo doesn't need Jongin, so he thinks.
But today is different, because Jongin can't stand to see Kyungsoo go and Kyungsoo can't seem to move to even take off his seat belt. They sit together, the drive done and the music over. The silence is eerily comforting for two who do not need sound to communicate.
Jongin clears his throat, but he can't find the words to say. Everything's been said already. He just needs to do something about it, but his body is rigid with anxiety.
Kyungsoo looks over, a gentle smile gracing his lips because he knows, he understands. He takes the initiative of taking off his seat belt, and he doesn't miss the way Jongin's face falls when he thinks he's about to leave.
He leans over before Jongin can react and touches their lips together. He feels all of Jongin's worries, all of Jongin's excitement, all of Jongin's yearning, and he presses harder. For a moment, there's fear on both ends, but when Jongin places his hands on Kyungsoo's face and deepens the kiss, and all of those worries melt away.
It's like they can hear the music again. The CD is on, and they're driving, driving to somewhere far from here, somewhere called home.
•
(lead me home)
a/n:
- okay so this fic was somewhat hard to produce because i was torn between eunhae and kaisoo as the pairing. this idea was originally kaisoo, but i was like, "... kai can't drive" OTL and eunhae always drives together. but I felt like kaisoo reflected more on the theme of needing and depending on someone. eunhae does have that aspect, but in my opinion, kaisoo just show it more because of the age difference and such. and so yeah. another example of me overthinking okay sorry
- yeah, but this has been in my journal since like july LMAO it just needed to be finished oops
- this is short, but I'm kind of happy with how it turned out and wow you know how rare that is
- anonfeedme :) /loves constructive criticism. lol I keep forgetting to link this but yeah. CC is nice always ;o;
- there were so many ways to make this a really sad fic like wow I was really tempted actually tbh but I dunno I'm already writing a fic with character death and this one was so nice AND I JUST COULDN'T DO IT /cries. but yeah, so many ways. I bet this would be better sad too... but yeah. I don't have the heart to do that hurhur I'm weak T_T but omg if you're curious as to how it'd be angst, read this LOL
- thank you for reading! magnanimous chapter two will be up when I get back ^^ too lazy to spot SORRY AGAIN wow I should give up on spots LOL