POST-MIRACLES IN DECEMBER ERA (still)

Exhilarated: It’s the only way to describe Kyungsoo’s current state. He can’t believe his luck, and he’s literally racing through the building to find the one person who has to know first. Kyungsoo gets to the practice room hallway and starts flinging doors open recklessly, desperate to find him. The first room is empty. The second room is not.

“Kyungsoo!” Amber greets him, clearly surprised at how he’s practically ripped the door off the hinges in his haste to get it open. All of the f(x) members are looking at him standing there in the doorway looking like he’s run a marathon.

“Hi! Sorry, I’m just looking for someone – sorry to interrupt!” Kyungsoo starts to close the door and run to the next one when he notices Krystal giving him a ‘what the hell’ look with a quirky eyebrow to go with the glare, and he realizes how rude and bizarre he’s being. He freezes for a moment.

“What’s up with you?” she asks, equal parts curious and disgusted by his obviously giddy demeanor.

“I got a –“ Kyungsoo starts but stops himself. “No, I’m sorry, I’ll tell you later. I promise. But right now, I’ve got to find him. Bye!” He makes sure to bow politely to the group and gives Krystal a smile and meaningful look that says he really will find her later to talk.

He’s only slightly more cautious at the third practice room, finding it also empty when he peeks in. When he gets to the fourth door, he’s finally rewarded for his efforts. Jongin is dancing, working on some solo Kyungsoo has never seen him practice before. Normally, the singer would sit down quietly and enjoy the fluid movements of the other, but today, he can’t wait. He rushes to him from behind, picks him up by his waist, lifts him off the ground, and spins them both around.

“Whoa! What—“ Jongin exclaims and turns around when Kyungsoo puts him down, hands still resting on the dancer’s hips.

The elder looks up at him with a blindingly wide smile. “I got the part! They’ve cast me in Cart.”

“Of course they did! Oh my gosh, that’s amazing! You’re amazing,” Jongin gushes. The dancer pulls him into a hug with the two of them laughing mirthfully and then leans back to look him in the eyes. There’s a beat of silence as they stand there, both with impossibly wide smiles, delighting in each other’s joy. Then there's a hesitation, as Kyungsoo looks at Jongin with questioning eyes. ‘Can I?’ the singer is wondering internally, as his finger pads press lightly into the tan skin on the other’s hips. He moves in slowly to gauge the younger’s reaction, and gains courage when he sees Jongin’s eyes flutter shut in anticipation.

The kiss is languid, but heavy, intense from the get go. Kyungsoo tugs on Jongin’s hips to pull him flush to himself, and the taller let’s out a breathy “ha” as they collide together. A moment later, though, Jongin is peeling himself off and turning away. Kyungsoo’s stomach drops, and a variety of thoughts tumble through his mind. ‘Oh no, I went too far. Should I apologize? Blame it on the high of the casting news?’

Before he can decide what to say, though, Jongin has reached the door. ‘. He’s leaving, this is bad, think of something quick--‘

The room plunges into darkness, interrupting Kyungsoo’s thoughts. A streak of moonlight filtering through the window offers the only illumination now, providing a subdued glow to the room. He hears a quiet click of the door’s lock, and then Jongin is striding back to him and running fingers along his cheek, tenderly. “So we don’t have to worry about being disturbed,” he whispers softly in the singer’s ear. The dancer is then nuzzling the side of his face, kissing along his sideburn and up along his hairline to the top of his forehead.

Kyungsoo hums in appreciation and the back of the younger’s neck, confidence and desire returning. “I had to tell you first, you know,” he says while kissing Jongin’s throat, enjoying feeling his adam’s apple bob up and down as Jongin gulps in reaction to the arousal.

“Why’s that?”

Kyungsoo’s hands are roaming over the dancer’s toned back now, and guiding him down onto the floor as the older kisses him assertively. “Because you’re the one who’s always encouraged me to get into acting, telling me I’d be good at it.” After dominating another passionate kiss, he pulls back a little to let Jongin breathe but stays looming over the younger, who’s now lying on the floor.

“You’re good at everything you do,” pants Jongin, and Kyungsoo is not sure if he’s being cheeky or just relaying his honest feelings. He wants to believe it’s the latter when they’re together like this, having secret rendezvouses in the still of the night. He tugs up on the dancer’s shirt and starts peppering his abs with kisses and occasional nips followed by swirls of his tongue. “Soo,” Jongin keens, and Kyungsoo stops wasting what little time they likely have. Jongin’s head drops back and he stares at the clouds on the practice room curtains as Kyungsoo takes him to cloud nine…

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Despite his claim that they would “talk about it later,” they never have. Talked, that is. Jongin knows it’s largely his fault. Kyungsoo, the ever responsible one, had tried to get them to figure out what this was when Jongin first assaulted him backstage during the SMTOWN concert, but Jongin had convinced him to put it off. (An