T/W: Alcohol mention

“Hey, Kyungsoo”

Obviously, not Sehun, and not what Kyungsoo was expecting, so the reaction was an instantaneous one. He slammed the door shut. How could Sehun do this to him? That little brat. Why couldn’t he just come himself? Why did he have to send Jongin?

Oh god. Kyungsoo looked like death and his colleague was outside, and he’d just slammed the door in his face. He cursed, before opening the door again, Jongin looked shocked, a little bit confused, his mouth hanging open. Kyungsoo had no idea what to say, but he covered half of his face with a blanket, just looking at Jongin.

He was beyond embarrassed. How did someone recover from this? “I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to slam the door like that!” Kyungsoo said, but his voice was muffled by the blanket.

Jongin laughed a bit. “Are you okay?” 

Realistically, no, he wasn’t. He was sick, tired, and Sehun had tricked him. 

“I’m okay, oh god, please come in.” Kyungsoo was panicking, he shuffled back and opened the door wider.

Jongin stepped inside, he was still dressed in his work clothes, smart light blue shirt and work pants. He was carrying his normal work bag, some over the shoulder thing, and another one, a white plastic bag with a pharmacy logo on the front. Kyungsoo didn’t want to stare, but he noticed Jongin had beads of sweat forming on his forehead, and his hair was a bit messy, not quite the usual pristine condition.

“Sehun was busy, he asked me to come and deliver this for you. Did he not tell you I was coming?” Jongin gently placed his work bag down on the single chair in the lounge set. 

Kyungsoo sighed. “No.” 

Jongin nodded slowly. “Ah.”

He watched as Jongin looked around his living room with an innocent curiosity, and Kyungsoo felt unbelievably self-conscious. Sehun coming over? He didn’t give a , he didn’t need to clean for that idiot. Anyone else? He turns into that guy in the video saying the house needed to look like “Disney on ice in 1 minute”. Normally his house was relatively clean, but he’d been working a lot recently and now that he was sick there were dirty bowls and cups on his coffee table and a box of tissues next to the garbage can, positioned next to the couch he was napping on for his convenience.

For some reason, Jongin was slowly petting the fluffy spread that Kyungsoo had on the single seat. Kyungsoo had never felt so awkward in his life, what was he even supposed to do in this situation? There was a neurosurgeon in his house his furniture?

“Would you like a drink? I have some tea…” and Kyungsoo felt himself just trail off, Jongin suddenly stopped touching the chair, looking up at Kyungsoo and giving him a gentle smile.

“That’s okay, I brought you the medicine though so you should have one. Sit! I’ll make it.” 

Startled, Kyungsoo allowed Jongin to come and physically guide him to sit on the sofa, right next to the tissues. How was he allowing this to happen? In his own damn home? He dares not say anything, he just watched silently as Jongin moved back and retrieved his plastic pharmacy bag, before wandering into Kyungsoo’s kitchen space.

Turning to look made Kyungsoo’s neck hurt, so he didn’t bother. He could hear the loud, weird noise of his electric kettle boiling, and the clinking of crockery. He hadn’t been looked after when he was sick since he’d moved out of his mother’s house, so he wasn’t going to refuse the special treatment. But it just felt weird that someone who was technically a higher ranking than him was making him a drink. 

Jongin returned, a cup and bowl in each hand, both had steam rising. His work shirt sleeves were rolled up, and Kyungsoo couldn’t help but stare at the skin as Jongin handed him the dish. Rice porridge with veggies. 

He placed the mug down gently, and on a coaster. He handed over a bright and colourful box, Tylenol Cold and Flu, the day and night tablets, Kyungsoo smiled gently, looking up and thanking him, enjoying the warm feeling from the bowl.

“I thought you might need something to eat, so I stopped to get you this, I hope it’s okay.” Instead of sitting, Jongin took all of the dirty mugs and bowls that Kyungsoo had lazily left on the coffee table, and went back into the kitchen. Kyungsoo felt his cheeks warm up, and he distracted himself by playing with his food, his sense of smell was kind of off, but the steam rising from it helped to clear his blocked nose. He tasted it, it almost tasted homemade. He smiled, a warm feeling in his stomach.

He guessed Jongin was washing his dishes, so he felt a bit guilty. What had he done to warrant this kind and warm behaviour? Maybe he wouldn’t chastise Sehun after all. Jongin brought him food and cleaned, Sehun usually makes fun of his house and his lack of technology.

He’d gotten through half the porridge before he even knew it, it was perfect. The right texture and flavour, and gentle on the stomach. Jongin came back after a short while. “Is it okay?”

Kyungsoo nodded, finishing his mouthful. “It’s really good, you didn’t have to do all this though, you must be tired.”

Jongin just waved him off. “You’re sick, it’s the least I could do. Oh!” Jongin suddenly started patting at his pockets, finding his wallet. He opened it, pulling out a white card, checking it over before handing it over to Kyungsoo. “This is my number, if you need anything or if you’re just bored and want to talk, text me.’

Slowly, he reached out and took the card, he made eye contact with him as he did so, the main light for the living room was right above Jongin’s head. At the angle Kyungsoo could see from, it made Jongin look like he had a halo, which to be honest, Kyungsoo wouldn’t even be surprised if Jongin was an angel…

“Thank you, so much,” Kyungsoo said, he surprised himself with the softness of his own voice.

Jongin nodded, moving to pick up his bag. “I better let you get some rest, take care Kyungsoo.” He gave a small wave, and with that, he was gone.

Kyungsoo let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding in. He felt… very at peace? Though he was nervous when Jongin was in his apartment, he’d left this positive energy in the place, and he’d brought Kyungsoo food… it was a warm, pleasant feeling.

He couldn’t stop smiling for the rest of the evening, he even fell asleep with a soft, happy expression. The Tylenol night-time tablets helped with that, though.

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Now, Jongdae didn’t want anyone getting the wrong idea, he was still poor as , but one of the only things he could do well was make cheap garments look expensive. He’d been checking himself out in the mirror for a good 10 minutes, he’d dressed in all black, a loose fitted silky shirt, first few buttons undone of course. Some black pants which he did actually wear to work, but it was dark in clubs so no one even cared about pants, topping it all off with the most expensive pair of shoes he owned. Okay, maybe he’d splashed out a bit on those, but shoes make a man.

Makeup wasn’t normally his thing, but for nights out he couldn’t help but do a bit. He didn’t spend his spare time watching makeup tutorials for nothing. Smokey eyeliner with maybe just a little bit of shimmer for his skin. He looked gorgeous, delicious, ethereal. 

He took a couple of selfies, showing off his style and showing off his face, he usually took side profile pictures as they showed off his jawline the best. Before he could take more, he got a text from Baekhyun, he was outside in the taxi.

He swiped his wallet and cigarettes, before dashing out of the door. The taxi ride was funny, for Jongdae. Baekhyun had already had a drink at his apartment, and he’d made the driver put pop songs on the radio so he could sing. His wonderful work colleague was wearing some kind of black tank top which was definitely more sheer than anything, and a hefty amount of silver jewellery. 

The club that Baekhyun picked was the only one with pink neon lights adorning the building front, ‘Sugar’. Jongdae didn’t really have a preference, he was going to get the same effect regardless of which club they went into. It was a humid night, so there were several young people dressed in barely anything, to be honest, Baekhyun was one of them, but Jongdae would never complain. He hated that they had to dress in smart clothes for work, there was only so much wank bank material you could get from seeing hands. Though Baekhyun actually had some really beautiful hands-

His train of thought was interrupted by Baekhyun grabbing his wrist, and pulling him along the sidewalk towards the club entrance. As they got closer, he could hear the bass, louder and stronger. Baekhyun looked back at him briefly, smiling, Jongdae wanted to die. He couldn’t help but admire the glittery black and red eyeshadow that Baekhyun had chose to wear that night, it looked almost professional.

They paid their entry fee and went straight to the bar. It wasn’t really late so it wasn’t full yet, but they wanted to drink a lot. Then by the time most of the people would be there, they’d be drunk and able to dance in peace. There weren’t any seats with this bar, so they stood, ordering just a few shots to start off with.

After taking three of the four shots, Baekhyun held the last one up in the air, Jongdae joined him. “To a night so good we don’t remember it tomorrow.”

Oh, Jongdae would definitely toast to th