 Le Exotic
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Duet Sunday, November 18, 2012 | 12:22 AM | 0 star
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Kyungsoo
stares at the handsome man in front of him, wondering why life always seemed so
unfair to some, but so good to others. The windows are open and the autumn air
is freezing to the bones but he doesn’t bother because Kim F**king Jongin is smiling at him smugly and looking like he probably belongs there in Kyungsoo’s precious
music room and he’s not going anywhere anytime soon because he knows he’s
annoying the hell out of Kyungsoo and is enjoying every second of it.
“Why are
you still here? I thought I threw you out 10 minutes ago.” Kyungsoo asks,
crossing his arms over his chest and giving Jongin a judging stare.
“Awww
you’re so cruel. You really think I’d stay in that cold empty hallway rather
than sitting in this warm and cozy room with the one person I love most in this
whole wide world? Pshh you’re funny!” Jongin says, his eyes twinkling with
mischief and amusement.
Kyungsoo scoffs, mutters a quiet ‘whatever’ and walks to the window, settling down by the
window sill. He can’t be bothered about Jongin anymore, so he just ignores the
latter and stares out of the window.
Jongin
mocks a loud gasp. “Are you ignoring me now?”
Kyungsoo
just rolls his eyes and continues to stare out of the window.
“Fine,
then. Ignore me. I’ll just stand here by this beautifully plain white wall if
you finally decide that you need me anytime soon~” Jongin winks exaggeratingly
and Kyungsoo has to try to refrain himself from puking out his lunch.
“Yeah.
And that would probably be umm never.”
Kyungsoo smiles sardonically and resumes
staring out of the window, trying to get inspiration for his new song. Jongin
just shrugs with a silly little lopsided grin etched across his picturesque
face and leans on the wall next to the white shiny piano by the door. And like
that, they both lose themselves in their hurricane of thoughts and monologues.
***
“What’s
it like?”
It’s
been two hours since Jongin walked back into the music room after being kicked
out and he still looks like he’s not going anywhere anytime soon. Kyungsoo
wonders why. He long since gave up on trying to kick Jongin out of his music
room again. Instead they fall into compatible silence as they both enjoy the bronze
glow of the autumn afternoon and the chilling wind blowing through the open
windows.
It isn’t
half as bad or awkward or annoying as Kyungsoo had expected. In fact, for once,
it felt quite pleasant to have company instead of sitting in the music room alone.
Kyungsoo
wouldn’t really admit that, though. He’d rather be run over by a bus rather
than see a smugly smirking popular dance major winking at him in the hallways or
on the campus lawn and barging into his music room anytime he wanted just
because he knows Kyungsoo enjoys his company.
“What’s what
like?” Jongin asks confusedly. The question was too open, he didn’t know
what Kyungsoo was referring to as it.
Kyungsoo
shifts his gaze to Jongin who’s still leaning against the wall beside the grand
white piano, looking effortlessly like someone who just stepped out of the
Vogue magazine. His skinny jeans and black turtle neck, paired up with his
favourite pair of grey converse. The headphones hanging on his clothed neck.
The contrast of his skin tone against the white walls and grand piano. Even his
messy out-of-bed hair. Everything complimented him perfectly and made him look
like he was in a
Life
really is unfair, Kyungsoo thinks.
He
reverts his eyes back to the scenery outside to avoid anymore unwanted feelings
of unfairness invading him.
“What’s
it like to be loved and appreciated by so many people, but at the same time,
hated and envied by others?”
Jongin
smiles a crooked smile that makes his eyes shine and plops himself beside
Kyuungsoo by the window sill.
“Well…”
The famous dancer pauses to think and smiles when he thinks he’s found the
perfect answer. “It’s like… right now. It feels sweet and thick with a tinge of
bitterness. It leaves a strong but refreshing aftermath that leaves me wanting
more. More than what I can get.”
Jongin’s
smile is still crooked and his eyes are shining brighter than before. Maybe
it’s because he feels content and sincere about what he said. Or maybe it’s the
hope that glows in his eyes. Kyungsoo tries not to frown or laugh at how corny
and double-meaning-ish that was. He pretends he doesn’t get the message.
“What
the heck is that supposed to mean?”
Jongin
rolls his eyes and sees right through the pretense. But, determined not to let
Kyungsoo get away with it and to make Kyungsoo receive the
“It’s
like right now. Only right now, there’s only one person involved. Only one
person who’s playing all the roles. Only one person who’s hating and loving.”
Jongin smiles but his eyes are serious.
Kyungsoo really frowns this time.
“I hate
you, yes. Obviously. But I love you? Emmm nope. I don’t think so.”
The
dancer chuckles hearing Kyungsoo’s answer and affectionately ruffles the older’s
black cropped hair, earning a grumble and something that sounded like a for
heaven’s sake is it not enough that your hair is already way better than mine
that you want to ruin it?!
Jongin
smiles fondly at the cute doe eyed boy beside him and Kyungsoo feels a piece of
his heart drop down into his stomach, fluttering and pulling a few heart strings
along with it. It makes him squirm and
he feels a sudden warmth spread from his heart throughout his body. The
feeling is pleasant and Kyungsoo finds himself trying hard not to smile back at
the dancer.
“You
don’t? Really? Hmmm I guess that’s not your role then. It’s my part to play,
huh?”
Kyungsoo
falls silent. Why does he like me so
much? Why doesn’t he give up?!
Jongin
fails to ignore the beautiful majestic strawberry red painting Kyungsoo’s
porcelain pale cheeks, staring adoringly at the beautiful tint that makes
Kyungsoo seem to glow.
He
thinks it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen in his life.
“Hyung, saranghae.”
“pshh.”
Kyungsoo
feels it again.
He feels a piece of his heart drop down into
his stomach, fluttering and pulling a few heart strings along with it. This
time, he relishes in the warmth that spreads throughout his body doesn’t try to
fight the overwhelming urge to smile at the handsome dancer.
He doesn’t realize the dews gathering up at
his eyelashes.
“Shut
up.”
Suddenly,
Kyungsoo thinks giving up on trying to kick Jongin out of his precious music
room was one of the best decisions he has ever made in his life.
Kyungsoo
doesn’t know why the hell he’s crying but Jongin wipes away his tears and
embraces him warmly, his chuckles sending more warmth to Kyungsoo than he had
ever felt in his life. Kyungsoo melts
into the embrace and nuzzles into the dent of Jongin’s neck.
“Nado,
Jongin-ah. Nado.”
***
A/N: originally written for my AFF account.i edited some things so it maybe a tad bit different.nothing major,though :) i actually wrote this for mushroom :P
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