Seventeen
Dancing In The Moonlight
ALL CREDITS TO: @midnighttofu (http://midnighttofu.tumblr.com)
KyungSoo got back to his drawings. Got back to the days when he didn’t met JongIn yet. The difference was that he wouldn’t go to high school anymore but to college. The college his father chose for him. All his thoughts and worries seemed to get back to him in only seconds. He didn’t see his friends everyday like he used to, because they all were continuing their life. At least he still went to his grandfather’s restaurant, that was the only thing his father couldn’t take away from him.
On this new old routine, the boy wakes up early in the morning and go to his classes. He didn’t make any friends there, the people were extremely different from him and KyungSoo didn’t feel comfortable around them, not having something to add on the same boring conversation about money. He didn’t have anyone to talk to. Not that he wanted to talk to someone, lately talk about his problems and his life wasn’t his best choice, only making him feel more depressive and worst than he seemed to be. He spent his classes drawing, he didn’t have a criterion to his draws, but always got himself drawing JongIn, and mostly doing some dance moves. It was a way to feel close to him.
After class, KyungSoo would go to his family company, working as an intern. He did everything people would ask him to do, like a robot or an animal trained to do so. He didn’t have any motivations or passion on his acts, it was like his body was present, but not his soul. From work he made his way to the restaurant, sharing some causal words with his grandparent and rushing to seat and sleep enough time to feel like time has passed. Going back home and drawing until his hands stop working and fell in exhaustion.
Different from what he planned and wanted, when he put his head on the pillow, he didn't just fall asleep easily. KyungSoo thought about what JongIn might been doing. If he made any friends, if he was talking to someone, if that person was nice and funny, if that person would be always at his side, and even if that person was attractive. He was afraid. Afraid that JongIn would forget about him, afraid that if JongIn felt lonely and need, he would go to some other people’s arms. He thought this possibility was not absurd, and he would understand if this happened, JongIn was a human being, and it was his fault if the boy felt this way. He wasn’t there for him, after all.
On weekends KyungSoo stayed locked in his room, only drawing all day long. It was the only thing capable of making him forget about his life, distract him someway. In every two weeks his mother would bring him her phone, for his father not to doubt about anything, and he would finally call JongIn. Every time they talked, JongIn would make sure to remember how much he missed him, how much he loved him, asking for him to wait, wait that soon he would come back to him.
JongIn’s university wasn’t so far from KyungSoo’s house, a two hours ride didn’t seem something so hard to deal with. But JongIn didn’t have any money, he couldn’t take the transportation back. He was living with his scholarship, in a dormitory on campus, and eating with the help from some teachers. And besides that, ever since he entered there, he didn’t have time even to breath. Being one of the best students they ever had, he would have to participate in every festival, musical or performance, not having weekends or summer vacation. KyungSoo couldn’t go to him either, for obvious reasons.
JongIn was sure to be happy, doing everything he wanted to do and archiving the dream he had since he was a little kid. He was sure making his parents proud about the results his effort and hard work had brought to him. But unfortunately, that made KyungSoo feel even more insecure.
This was his daily life for the past eight months. Eight months without the only one capable of making him show his truly smile. Eight months without the main reason to be happy. Eight months feeling empty and incomplete. “I miss you so much. I miss you so damn much. It’s hurting. It’s hurting like never before.” KyungSoo said to himself, wishing to open his eyes and see JongIn there, on his window, waiting for him and asking for help to get in, feeling his arms embracing him.
JiHyo walked to her son’s bedroom door every night, leaning in and hearing the words he would say alone, the words that always would come with a desperate cry. In silence, she would cry with him, not able to find strength to deal with this situation anymore. She didn’t want to spend another day with her son suffering much.
It was a saturday morning, KyungSoo was eating his cereal and with his available hand drawing under the breakfast table. He wasn’t paying attention on the conversation, until his mother called for him. “KyungSoo, are you listening? Your father, EunJi and I will be going to your grandparent’s place today. We are going to stay the week there. Is it ok with you?” she said turning to the boy. KyungSoo just nodded in response and took another spoon on his mouth. That wasn’t something new for him, he always ended up home alone anyways.
He got up to his room asking for the time to pass fast, weekends always felt to be longer than it was, too boring. His distractions were little without the college or work, even if he didn’t liked or enjoy any of them. He got up to go to the restaurant when he saw some note was left for him under the door, rushing to read it.
“Son, your paternal grandfather won’t be on the restaurant this week too, he will go on this trip with us. Don’t tell anyone about this, especially your father. I left you money and my phone on the fridge. I know no one will look there.” KyungSoo couldn’t understand why his paternal grandfather would go too on a trip about business like that. He also couldn’t understand why his mother would want to hide that. He found it weird, but somehow felt good and anxious.
His parents and sister soon left the house, JiHyo hugged him and whispered good luck before leaving. Now he understood her plans and why she would do that. It was his chance. He waited some minutes to make sure they wouldn’t get back to get something they might have forgot and ran to the kitchen. He got the phone and without thinking, pressed the number, calling his boyfriend.
“JongIn?” he said in anticipation. Soon hearing the voice he will to hear. “KyungSoo?” he asked happily. “I wasn't expecting a call from you today. How have you been?” those words made KyungSoo notice that he was gasping for air. He pretended not to hear anything and continued with the conversation. “I’m fine. What about you? Where are you now?”
“I’m fine too. Me? I’m... I’m on the dorm right now.” He answered after some time, not being convincing enough. KyungSoo could tell he wasn’t on the dormitory like he just said. He could hear people talking behind the boy and also sounds of cars. But another time, pretended not to hear anything. “JongIn, can I go there tomorrow? My parents are off on a trip and I don’t have to go to the company until tuesday . My mother left me some money and I can take a buss-” He was going to continue but was interrupted.
“Kyung, I really can’t talk right now. And I’m sorry, but you can’t come to university. I won’t be here tomorrow.” JongIn said and his worst nightmare seemed to be coming true. Nothing could hurt more than those words, nothing could hurt more than hear a rejection from the person he most loved. He started to think all the things he lived with JongIn were all lies, that the boy lied to him as he said words of love and telling he missed him. He probably was having fun with his new friends, he must have found someone better. He hung up the phone not hearing anything the other could say to him. He left it next to the fridge, walking to the living room and throwing himself on the couch, hiding his face on some pad.
The phone rang four times in a row. He knew it was JongIn returning the call, probably wanting to give him an excuse, with some bunch of lies. He turned the TV on and searched for something to distract him and help him not to cry. And after passing by all the channels, he felt his eyes becoming blur. “!” he shouted and walked to his room. He make his way longer with tears constantly falling on the floor. He opened the door and whatching that view made him laugh to himself.
“Great, now I’m also crazy, seeing him here and all.” He said going to his bathroom as he saw JongIn standing in the middle of his room. He was stopped by a pair of hands holding his shoulder, and when he turned around, he noticed it was true. “You are not crazy. I’m here.” JongIn said smiling. He hasn’t changed a bit since the last time he saw him. Maybe a little skinnier, but it was exactly how KyungSoo reminded him to be, even eight months without seeing his face.
“I was planning to do a surprise, but you called and I almost got caught, that’s why I lied when you asked where I was. But I think I made things worst, I know you sad and mad with me because I said those things. I was running here when you asked. I talked with your mom yesterday and she said I could come here today, and of course I wouldn’t lose this chance. Your grandfather sent me the money so I could take the bus.” JongIn said and KyungSoo just looked at him, afraid that it was another dream of his.
“I’m really here.” the dancer said and pulled him for a hug. KyungSoo took some time to hug him back, not believing yet, but feeling his touch, got him to reality and he held him tight. He could be happy again. “I’m going to spend the week here with you.” He whispered close to his ear. KyungSoo smiled. “But what about your classes?” He asked after some time, worried, but still enjoying the feeling of having the boy on his arms. “Well, I’ll skip them all.” He answered without giving it much interest. “But you can’t skip all classes, JongIn-ah. This is your dream. What if something bad happen? What if they get mad and take of your scholarship?” The smaller said backing off a little bit, just to face him.
“I’m eight months there without a single day for myself. I deserve this break. And you are wrong. Terrible wrong. That is not my dream. You are my dream. I just went there because your mother made me to and made me promise to go because she said it was something you want. That it would be the best for you. It’s not the same without you. Nothing is the same without you. I need my dance partner.” JongIn said, breaking the little distance between their faces, kissing the lips that he dreamed so much to meet again.
The kiss was calm, JongIn touched him in the most caring way. Their tongues moved in synchrony, like if they were dancing. All those feeling both of the boys had to keep to themselves for eight months, were showing purely on that action. As the time passed by, JongIn deepened the kiss in a way a bit risque.
He backed off just to look directly on KyungSoo’s eyes, using his fingers to make his profile, touching his face softly. Sharing a side smile, he kissed the boy again, touching his neck, making the way of his hands to the back, taking his hair and pulling it provocatively. He felt KyungSoo panting and opening his mouth. He then touched his shoulders, pressing it a bit, passing by his arms, and involving his waist, pulling him in a nit very kind way, making their bodies to met.
JongIn then deepened the kiss, making the boy play with his tongue, biting his plump lips and getting from him more sighs. He walked to the bed carrying the older one with him, laying KyungSoo on the bed and getting on top of him. KyungSoo, with his arms around the other's neck, now could feel his touches on his abs. He likes the way he felt with their skins connected.
That was a day made for their own. Together they proved their loves in much different ways, some ways they never proved before. It was a perfect day to be this way. The intimacy got them close, JongIn and KyungSoo found out the best way to be together, the best way to confirm their feelings, the best way to remember all the things they misses on this months apart. And it was something they shared and would bring on the memory for all their lives.
The boys were still trying to catch their breaths after what have happened there. KyungSoo moved on bed to be above the other, kissing JongIn's collarbone and going up to his lips. "Thank you. For coming here and for all that." He said in a low voice. JongIn smiled and hugged him. Putting him on side just to take the sheets to cover them. "I would never miss this opportunity." He replied hugging him tighter. He took a glance on the other's neck and started to laugh.
"What is it?" KyungSoo asked, not understating his boyfriend action. "Your father is going to kill me for sure. I left to many red marks on you today." He said touching them. "Oh, but I think they will disappear in one week." KyungSoo responded smiling, thinking about the possibility of making his father mad because of it. He wasn't afraid what it could cause of the father, JongIn made all the fears and worried fade away. "No, they won't disappear. I will just make them bigger and bigger thought the week." He replied still laughing, making the other laugh too.
They laughed alone hugging on that bed. Telling each other stories about this past months, making some jokes here and there. Loving with kisses, hugs and touches. The hours rushed when they were enjoying the moment, without they noticing. They looked to the window to see the sunset and the stars appearing. They kissed again under that beautiful sky, a different kiss from earlier, a kiss sweet kiss from gratitude.
"I love you, JongIn."
"I love you even more, KyungSoo."
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A/N
Hey I'm back! Sorry for taking so long, again >.< My classes had begun and so I'm really busy this days. Sorry. Thank you for all your comments and support. HAPPY 1ST ANNYVERSARY EXO! What a great day for me to get back here with another chapter, don't you think? I'm sorry if this disappointed some of you. I bet you wanted , but I just can't write , everytime I try to write I get stuck. I'm really sorry and hope you liked it even without . It was at least cute, wasn't it? Well, I love you all. Thank you for reading <3
I'm sorry! My life is a mess right now! I know I promised that the next chap would be up soon, and I failed at it again! But I'll try to publish it today! Sorry
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