"My baby is going to university~” Joonmyun’s mother wailed. “You’re always away from me and next thing I know you’re all grown up~ what am I going to do without you?"

Joonmyun stood in front of his mother and father in the Stanford carpark, bags in hand. 

"Umma, you survived three years without me in Korea."

"But you just came back~"

Joonmyun sighed; he didn't come back because he wanted to. He didn't really know how to respond to this.
Luckily his dad spoke up.

"Come on love, let's let Joonmyun go now."

His mother checked her phone before silently nodding. She had to be somewhere else in a few hours, they had to leave now.

She rushed over, hugging Joonmyun for the nth time that day and wiping the tears from her face.

“Mum, I’ll come visit you, I’m not that far away.”

“That’s not the point!” she whined, stamping her foot like a child.

“Good luck, Joonmyun,” his father said, hugging him. “Have fun!”

“I’ll try.” he replied, before waving off his parents and walking into the campus.

Twenty minutes later he had managed to locate his dorm. He couldn’t help but feel slightly apprehensive. He knew he was rooming with someone else, but he had no idea who they were going to be. He just hoped that they weren’t homophobic or racist or anything.

He wasn’t sure if he’d be in at the moment so he turned the door handle, finding that it was indeed open. His roommate heard, and turned around as Joonmyun entered.

“Oh hey!” the boy chirped, “You’re my new roommate, yeah?”

He had a bright, slightly feminine voice and dyed honey-brown hair. He was taller than Joonmyun, and he thought that if you put in him a wig he’d probably look prettier than Girls’ Generation.

“I guess.” Joonmyun said awkwardly as he lugged his bags through the door. He didn’t dislike it, but the boy already seemed so comfortable with him.

The boy smiled, “I’m Kevin, by the way. It’s nice to meet you.”

“You too, I’m Joonmyun.” he smiled back.

Joonmyun soon found that Kevin was very talkative and quite easy to get along with.

“So what are you doing?”

“Well I’m here for design and stuff, what major is that again?” Kevin laughed, eyes twinkling.  “What about you?”

“Teaching,” Joonmyun said, “I plan on being an English teacher once I go back home to Korea.”

“You’re Korean?” Kevin asked in perfect English, before switching to Korean. “I thought you might have been! I am too, but I’ve lived here so long that I’ve forgotten a bit of it.”

“You sound fine to me.”

“That’s when it’s simple!” 

The two laughed as Joonmyun unpacked, easily making conversation until Joonmyun began to pull out pictures.

“OOH OOH OOH PHOTOS LET ME SEE THE PEOPLE OF MY COUNTRY!” he shouted, running up from his cross-legged position on the bed and nearly tripping over the bags on the floor, making Joonmyun roll over in laughter.

Honestly, Joonmyun was quite nervous. It wasn’t that he was ashamed for liking men, but you don’t really just declare your uality right once you meet a person. He had a feeling that Kevin wouldn’t have a problem with it (and a feeling he swung that way, too) but he could never be sure.

“OHMYGODTHISISTOOCUTE!” Kevin squealed when he saw the photo of Yixing and Joonmyun on their first date, where Joonmyun had kissed his cheek just as the fireworks started. “Is this your boyfriend? He is so gorgeous LOOK AT THAT DIMPLE wait is he your boyfriend or is this some kind of skinship thing but wow if it is then you should cut back because he looks too happy about that for his feelings to be platonic.”

Joonmyun nodded, slightly stunned at Kevin’s outburst, but still able to form coherent sentences.

“Yeah, that’s my boyfriend,” he said, smiling dorkily like he always did when he even thought about Yixing.

“You are so whipped!” Kevin squealed before pouting. “Ugh, I wish I had a boyfriend…”

Kevin had just confirmed his suspicions, and Joonmyun pinched his cheeks. Kevin frowned, making Joonmyun laugh.

“All in good time, dear.”

“How did you even find a boyfriend in such a homophobic country?” Kevin continued to frown, “And such an attractive one, too. What’s his name?”

“Yixing, and honestly, I ask myself that every day,” Joonmyun replied.

“Yixing’s not a Korean name, is it?”

Joonmyun shook his head, “Nope, he’s Chinese.”

“Ahh,” Kevin said, “So where is he now?”

“He’s back at home,” Joonmyun said, shoulders slightly slumped at the knowledge.

“That… Really .”

“You’re telling me.” Joonmyun laughed, pain evident in his voice.

It was only when the two had finished unpacking that Joonmyun remembered that he told Amber he’d message her when he got there (he’d found out on the plane that she’d be getting there the day before him). He quickly pulled out his phone and sent her a message.

To: Ambrosaurus
I forgot to message you when I got here, so I just finished unpacking >.<

Minutes later, he got a response.

From: Ambrosaurus
You hoe.
What’s your dorm number? I’ll come and meet you 8D

One text message and ten minutes later, Amber barged through the door to Kevin and Joonmyun’s room, introducing herself to Kevin, and complaining that once again all the attractive men were gay or taken, or both.

The three left the room to show Joonmyun around, Kevin messaging his friends to come and meet with them at someplace or another.

Kevin’s friends introduced themselves as AJ and Eli. They were both Korean too, except they could barely understand a word. Amber began to continue about how all the attractive guys were gay or taken or both before Kevin shut her up, telling her that no, they weren’t gay; they’d just known each other for a long time.

It was nice how they seemed to already have a little group coming along, and it made Joonmyun feel somewhat more at home.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Joonmyun, I’m scared ;-;
~Yixing

Joonmyun smiled at his boyfriend’s cuteness through the screen.  He always preferred seeing his face, but Kevin was sleeping and he was already squealing enough through messages.

Don’t worry, you’re going to be fine!
~Joonmyun

But what if they don’t like me? What if they’re mean to me because I have an accent or what if they’re all a bunch of homophobes or something? What if they’re all better dancers than me and they lock me in a cupboard or put me in a box? What if they all like kpop but they’re all Hyuna antis or something?
~Yixing

Calm down baby, they’ll all love you. You’ll make a bunch of friends and maybe you’ll meet someone you really really like.
~Joonmyun

You know that’s you, >.<
~Yixing

Joonmyun smiled.

I’m glad :3 but really don’t worry, you’ll be fine :) everyone will love you!
~Joonmyun

“I hope so…” Yixing mumbled to himself. He started university the next day and even though he had Jongin, he couldn’t help but be absolutely terrified.

Hopefully they will >.<
~Yixing

Hey, listen to me, you!
You have Jongin as well, you don’t need to worry.
~Joonmyun

Fine, fine. I’ll be fine c:
What time is it there? Isn’t it late? o.O
~Yixing

It’s uh, 3:30 in the morning…
~Joonmyun

YOU HAVE CLASSES TOMORROW TOO, GO TO BED STUPID.
Why didn’t you tell me ugh no wonder you couldn’t video chat I bet your roommate’s asleep, right?
~Yixing

But I wanted to talk to you~ >3<
~Joonmyun

No more, go to sleep! I’ll talk to you tomorrow, alright?
~Yixing

-.-
I’m the older one here, you can’t tell me to go to bed!
~Joonmyun

I just did, good night.
~Yixing

No Yixing come back D:
~Joonmyun

Come back to meeeee~
~Joonmyun

Come back, back back to me~
Come back, back back to me~
Come back, back back to me~
BEW DEW DEW DEW DEW~
~Joonmyun

*guitar solo*
~Joonmyun

Fine I get it, you’re not going to respond >.<
I’ll message you before you wake up, sleep early, okay?
Good night Yixing-ah, I love you a lot <3 xxx
~Joonmyun

I love you too, have fun tomorrow ^-^ <3 xxx
~Yixing

Joonmyun smiled at the screen, before putting his phone on his bedside table and laying his head on his pillow. He pulled the sleeves of Yixing’s shirt and clutched them in his hands. Putting them next to his face, he relished the smell that was still so distinctly Yixing that it held, and he soon found himself drifting off to sleep.

Joonmyun woke up at 9:00, phone somewhat blaring. Unlike his boyfriend, Joonmyun had always been great at waking up; springing out of bed even though it was over an hour until he had class. He grabbed his phone so his message would be one of the first things Yixing saw in the morning. Even though he knew he would probably be finished before Yixing woke up, he messaged him just in case.

To: Yixing<3
Good luck today, I love you! <3 xxx

Kevin was still asleep, and Joonmyun wondered just how much of a deep sleeper he was. Hopefully he didn’t have any classes soon either; he should have asked him yesterday.

Deciding it’d be better to let the prince sleep, he quietly snuck in to the shower. Coming out dressed twenty minutes later, he finished getting ready and snuck out of his room, hoping to look a bit more around campus.

He returned to his dorm multiple times through the day, but it was only once it was 2:30 that he finally came back once all his classes were finished. The first day had been interesting and fairly successful, and he had met some really nice people.

He was glad to find that most of their group was off around lunch time, and there were a few new additions. One being someone that was in most of Joonmyun’s classes, Alexander, he was tall with brown hair, and a pretty smile. Jessica, who Amber and Kevin had adopted into their group, was into design with them, stunning was an understatement, and he was pretty sure she made AJ’s eyes pop out of his face.

“They know her?” he whispered to Eli, who just winked at him, giving him a thumbs up.

He plonked down on his bed, pulling out his phone and playing with it for a while. Kevin still had classes so he wasn’t back yet, and so he figured Amber must have still been in class too. It was still early back at home (he’d never stop calling it that, no matter how long he had to live in America) and he thought Yixing would still be asleep.

Forty-five minutes later, his door opened and Kevin waltzed into the room, followed by Amber, who made herself comfortable on Joonmyun’s bed next to him.

It was comforting being around Amber, because no matter how long you’d known her, it was like you’d known her for years. She wasn’t awkward with anyone, and Joonmyun was already seeing her as a sort of sister figure.

“Whatcha doing?” she asked, peering over to his phone, where he was currently looking through old photos, mainly of himself and Yixing.

It was only now that Kevin seemed to register that Joonmyun was in the room, where he grabbed a pillow and hurled it at Joonmyun’s face, hitting right on target.

“WHAT WAS THAT FOR?”

“YOU SHOULD HAVE WOKEN ME UP, I WAS LATE FOR CLASS.”

“YOU SHOULD HAVE TOLD ME TO WAKE YOU UP THEN.”

“…Oh.”

In the process of Joonmyun and Kevin’s screaming match, Amber had snatched Joonmyun’s phone off him and was looking through the pictures.

“UWAHH, is that him?” she blurted, ogling shamelessly at a photo of her friend’s boyfriend with no shirt on. “He’s not just a pretty face!”

“Hey! That’s my boyfriend!”

“We’re ing on Joonmyun’s hot boyfriend? LET ME SEE!” Kevin squealed, running over and staring at the photo with Amber as the two held Joonmyun off at the same time.

“Wahh, why is he gay?”

“Psh, more like why is he taken?”

“HEY! CAN I HAVE THAT BACK?”

“No.”

 Joonmyun dropped to the floor in defeat, getting his phone back a lost cause when it was two on one and Kevin was a lot taller than himself, sitting cross-legged and looking up at Kevin and Amber incredulously.

Kevin and Amber looked through all the photos, squealing every now and then and gaping every here and there. They’d started to take photos of themselves when the phone made a cute noise telling them that he’d just received an IM. Joonmyun’s eyes widened as he watched Amber quickly pulled it to the KakaoTalk screen, and how her and Kevin’s faces morphed into smiles before Kevin started squealing.

“GOSH HE’S SO CUTE LET ME HAVE HIM JOONMYUN I SWEAR I’LL LOOK AFTER HIM.”

Joonmyun took the moment that they were both too busy fangirling to snatch the phone off them, smiling instantly as he saw the message.

Are you out of class yet? I put a clock on my phone so I know what time it is all the time and so I know if you’ll talk to me late >.< I woke up and was trying to go back to sleep but it’s not working :S are you free? I miss you ;-;
~Yixing

“You two, get out.”

“What?”

“Get out.”

“Why?”

“Because I want to talk to my boyfriend.”

“Can’t we talk to him?”

“No.” Joonmyun deadpanned. “You were ogling at him ten minutes ago and I don’t want him to be creeped out realizing he might be stumbling into a school full of people like you that are potential erts.”

Kevin frowned, whilst Amber just laughed, walking out the door.

“Fair enough, catch you later Joonmyun!”

Kevin stared at Joonmyun.

Joonmyun stared back.

Kevin continued to stare at Joonmyun.

Joonmyun continued to stare back.

“I may be a ert, but there are no other’s as wonderful as myself.” Kevin sassed.

“I thought I asked you to leave?” Joonmyun asked.

Kevin huffed, “This is my dorm too, you know.”

“Go find a boyfriend or something!”

“But I already found one!” Kevin started, “And you’re about to talk to him~” he sung.

Joonmyun threw his pillow at him, before Kevin threw his hands up in defeat.

“Fine, fine. But if I come back and you two are still talking, too bad.”

“Alright, just no less than an hour, okay?”

“Fine.” Kevin sighed, “But next time I’m meeting him, alright? He seems sweet.”

“He is.” Joonmyun gushed, before typing in a quick ‘yep, I’ll be online in a second!’ and pulling out his computer. 

No sooner had he logged on that he got an incoming video call, quickly accepting and smiling when he saw Yixing’s face light up the screen.  Yixing smiled in response, a kind of half smile, and Joonmyun could tell how tired he was.

“Baby, you look so tired…” he said worriedly, looking at his boyfriend through the screen with concern.

“I am,” Yixing laughed, “I couldn’t really sleep though.”

Joonmyun pouted.

“I wanted to talk to you.” Yixing mumbled, pouting slightly and looking down.

Joonmyun smiled again, “XingXing, you’re so cute~ you were never like this when I was usually at home!”

Yixing raised his eyebrow, albeit cutely.

Joonmyun laughed. “You’re so much nicer to me now, the only time you were like this at home was when you found out I had to leave. You’re fluffier now, I don’t know where your sass went.”

Yixing rolled his eyes. “, it’s still here.

Joonmyun winked. “Obviously.”

“I just wanted to show you I love you…” Yixing bit his lip, “I can be fluffy too.”

It was right now Joonmyun reached his hand out to pinch Yixing’s cheeks, before he realized that wait he couldn’t do that because he’d need really long arms.

“Xing-ah, I love you sassy or fluffy. I love you.”

Yixing couldn’t help the way his cheeks flourished as a smile spread across his face.

 “How was your first day?” he asked, quickly trying to change the subject so he couldn’t go any redder (quite a feat, as his boyfriend managed to make him blush with a simple smile).

Yixing sat and smiled as Joonmyun told him all about his day, the sick feeling in his stomach about later on slowly disappearing, though still present.

“You’re going to be fine baby, they’re all going to love you.”

“Yeah yeah,” Yixing said, “You’ve told me a lot.”

“How long do you have today?”

“About three hours, the first two are pretty much back to back and the last is half an hour later.”

“When do you start?”

“11ish…”

“You need to sleep, Yixing-ah. You look dead.”

“But I don’t wanna~” the Chinese whined, shaking his shoulders and pouting in a way that would have cracked Joonmyun had Yixing not looked so exhausted.

“I will not allow you to go to university awfully tired because you were talking to me. I’m going to go now, and you’re going to go to sleep, alright?”

Yixing continued to pout, and Joonmyun sighed.

“Come on, you need energy to dance, baby.”

Yixing nodded regretfully, agreeing with Joonmyun that he could definitely use the extra few hours of sleep.

“Sleep well, Yixing-ah. You’re going to be fine.”

“I love you too…”

“If anyone tries to come on to you tell them to back off unless you like them back and then you tell me you don’t want me anymore, alright?”

Yixing rolled his eyes. “You’re ridiculous.”

“RIDICULOUSLY IN-LOVE WITH YOU BABY~”

Yixing stifled back a laugh. “I’m crazy for loving you.”

“AND I’M CRAZILY IN-LOVE WITH YOU~”

Usually at times like this Yixing would settle with kissing Joonmyun to shut him up, but he didn’t really have the option, instead deciding to hang up instead.

He curled back into bed and shut his eyes, falling into sleep easily, dreaming of Joonmyun and the little things he did that made him love him more and more.

“I HAVE ARRIVED!” Kevin burst through the door, hoping that Yixing was still on the video chat.

“Just missed it.” Joonmyun replied, shutting his computer as he laughed.

Kevin frowned, before sulking over to his bed.

“Next time... Next time I will see your gorgeous boyfriend and claim him as my own.”

"You keep thinking that."

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Yixing found, much like how Joonmyun had assured him, his first day did go fine and no one disliked him. His dance teacher, he found, was quite interesting.

“Okay kids, I want you to FEEL the music. FEEL IT IN YOUR FINGERS, FEEL IT IN YOUR BONES. FEEL IT LIKE YOU’D FEEL YOUR PARAMOUR ON A NIGHT OF MAKING SWEET SWEET LOVE, FEEL IT LIKE YOU’D FEEL THEIR BODY AS YOU TRAIL YOUR LIPS UP AND DOWN THEIR SURFACES, LEAVING TRAILS OF LOVE AND PASSION-“

“Uhh, Mr Jung,” one of his class-members, Taemin, if he remembered correctly, interjected, stopping him before he got somewhat more carried away. “I think we understand.”

“CALL ME YUNHO!” Mr Jung, or Yunho half-shouted dramatically, leaping in the air landing perfectly before doing a pirouette and running up to who Yixing thought was Taemin, tilting his chin up, before taking one step back and doing a backwards walkover.

“My pretties,” he started, taking long strides around the room, “Here we all are, some of you want to become performers, some of you want to become teachers, for some of you, dance might be the only thing you’re good at. HAVE NO FEAR, for I am here to help you grow and bloom into glorious flowers, to evolve into high level, powerful dancing men and women. There will be no pressing the B button on your evolution, you can’t just turn yourself off and reset, life is autosave. Cease the day, dance with the fire of a phoenix and the grace of a swan. I want to see your passion, your love, your heart, your soul. I want you to dance like you’re , like there are no restrictions. Like it is the last day of earth and you are swaying on the top of the Eiffel Tower, your bits flying out for everyone to see! This is me, this is who I am, and dance is a part of it!” Mr Jung ended his speech with a stag leap, hands in the air.

“This guy is a nutcase.” Jongin whispered to Yixing, who could only nod in agreement because he really couldn’t put in to words how bonkers Mr Jung- Yunho was.

“I am going to put on a piece of music, and all I want you to do is improvise. Show me your heart, your soul, your dreams and your aspirations. You are the future of dance, my pretties! Show me who you are through your dance, I will come around to you all individually.  Music!”

He pointed to the teacher’s assistant, who must have been new, because her eyes were bulging and it must have been the first time she’d actually seen what went on in that crazy man’s head.

Yixing and Jongin looked at each other, having to stop themselves from collapsing on the ground in tears because of how much they wanted to laugh. This guy was loopier than a drunk Luhan, and that was saying something (“Sehunnie, why is your so long? I mean, it’s huge! Like I remember the first time I saw it, when you were just getting changed at my house and we weren't dating I was terrified, because I really liked you but I thought I'd get speared or something if we ever had ! But I got really too and I had to jerk myself off whilst you were right next to me in the bed and you kept accidentally brushing your hand against me in your sleep and I had to do it silently and it was really hard but totally worth it. I love your ! I just want to put Nutella all over it and wrap it in bread and then you off whilst we’re at the beach or something, have like, a Nutella sandwich on your . Can we do that, or will your mum get mad? Will she want to watch? Is she available? If she can’t make it we can film it!”).

The teacher’s assistant started the music (after what seemed like quite a while of shell-shock), and almost instantly a classmate called Lee Joon started to dance insanely ually, sensually ing and body rolling and rubbing his lip.

“Looks like you have some competition.” Yixing scoffed to Jongin, directing towards Joon. Joon caught the two of them looking, directly staring into Yixing’s eyes as he greasily winked and bit his lip. Yixing raised his eyebrows, taken slightly aback before laughing anyway. Jongin glared. Yixing laughed even more.

“Calm down Jongin, people’ll think we’re dating.”

“I can see how he’s looking at you, even when you’re not looking at him he’s looking at you like he wants to eat you. I told Joonmyun I’d look after you.”

“Pardon?”

“He wants your . Actually no, he wants your .”

Yixing laughed, “Psh, how would you know?”

Jongin looked at him, face dead serious. Yixing never knew whether Jongin was serious or not, because he only ever used that face when he was really serious or was actually not serious at all, and just pretending to be. He assumed the latter, because honestly that was usually the case.

“Because I used to be a , remember?”

“Barely. Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. If I tell him I have a boyfriend he’ll back off if he tries anything.”

“I doubt it,” Jongin muttered, before speaking up so Yixing could actually hear, “If he touches you, I won’t stop my fist from impacting his face.”

“Awwh,” Yixing cooed, reaching out to pinch Jongin’s cheeks, his hands being swatted away before he had the chance to make contact. “What a good friend Jonginnie is~”

Jongin knew if someone touched Kyungsoo he’d want to do a lot more than punch them in the face, and if someone touched Yixing, Joonmyun wouldn’t be able to stop them, or give them a well-deserved facial reconstruction at the least. He simply rolled his eyes to Yixing, slightly irritated at his blatant disregard for the ual looks he was being constantly given.

Eventually the two of them fell into the swing of their own movement, and as Yunho walked around, the two found out he was crazier than they both thought, and perhaps psychic -he could tell anyone their name, age, ual orientation and basic life story just by watching them dance, which was admittedly skilful, but definitely not not creepy.

 After he’d gone around the whole class, introducing himself and creeping them out with his creepy-as- psychic skills (which had managed to mind-blow the whole class and probably scare off a few students), he split them in to groups of four. Jongin and Yixing were in one group with the boy they knew as Taemin, and another girl they weren’t quite sure the name of. Jongin smirked at Joon as he gave them the look of a kicked puppy, making a mental note to watch out for him because he spelt trouble… Well not literally, but metaphorically. It was a choreography assessment, mainly focused on team building, and Jongin couldn’t be gladder that they’d avoided being paired with him.

“So, my pretties, you have three weeks. I want something choreographed, costumed, you name it. You’ll be getting a lot of these in the future; this one is mainly to let you familiarize yourself with other members of the group whilst being with someone familiar. I suppose most of you know at least one person in this class, or at least the way you’re standing tells me that. Run along, or prance, my little swans!” he sung, jumping and twirling as he said the last bit, making the whole class doubt whether he could say something without sounding like a total whackjob.

The two bounded over, it seemed the nerves of meeting new people that people usually had in high school had disappeared, or these two were just pretty self-confident.

“Hey, wassup? I’m Taemin.” he said, giving Jongin and Yixing fist bumps.

“I’m Hyoyeon.” the girl said, smiling brightly as she offered her hand to the two, Jongin taking it and kissing it like a true gentleman.

“HEY!” Yixing screamed, making the other three laugh and Jongin smirk at Yixing.

“Are you two dating?” she asked inquisitively, causing Yixing to gag and Jongin’s eyes to widen so much they could compete with Kyungsoo’s.

“No, God no, don’t even make me think about that.” Yixing said, utterly horrified.

“Sorry!” she laughed, “You just had such an angry reaction!”

“Because he has a boyfriend.” Yixing said, a look of realization coming up on Hyoyeon’s face.

“It’s called being a gentleman…” Jongin muttered. Yixing hit him on the head.

“Since when have you been a gentleman? Gentleman my .”

“Well I’d rather not, I do have a boyfriend. I’m sure Joonmyun would be happy to.”

Yixing turned bright crimson, muttering curses under his breath, whilst Hyoyeon and Taemin looked on, thoroughly amused.

“Well , why is everyone attractive gay or taken?”

“Noona!”

“Tae, we can’t admit that it wouldn’t be freaking weird.”

Taemin pulled a face.

“I’m not saying we should date, ew,” he said, shuddering. “But I’m pretty hot, you have to say.”

It was Taemin’s turn to be hit on the head as the other three laughed, and Jongin and Yixing decided that they liked the pair.

Jongin decided that he definitely didn’t like Lee Joon once he came up to him after class.

“Are you two,” he started, gesturing to Yixing who was currently talking to Taemin as he spoke, “Into guys?”

Jongin knew he was suggesting that they were dating, but it didn’t matter. He didn’t ask if they were dating, he’d asked if they were gay.

“We’re not single.” Jongin spat.

“Huh, I always like a challenge.”

Jongin narrowed his eyes. “You touch him, and I will personally break your face.”

Joon smirked, “Ahh, the protective boyfriend type, hey?”

“He’s not my boyfriend, but I won’t let that stop me.”

Joon looked on slightly amused, a smirk still playing across his face.

“What a shame, he’s fine.” he said, blatantly staring at Yixing’s . “It might be a bit hard for me to back off this one.” he finished, walking away.

Jongin glared, one hundred percent pissed, before Yixing called out to him and they walked out the doors of the studio, faking that it never happened in an effort to stop him from running back and punching him in the face. He felt like he definitely had one coming.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Jongin finally got home just before 7, right after dance practice, and wasn’t surprised to find that Kyungsoo was already home, seemingly in the kitchen making dinner.

“Kyunggie, I’m home!”

Kyungsoo laughed. “I know Jongin, I heard the front door slam shut.” he yelled back.

Kyungsoo frowned when Jongin didn’t come to see him, instead going back to god-knows where, and huffed because here he was cooking dinner and Jongin didn’t even have the decency to give him a kiss.

Ten minutes later, the frown was replaced with a wide smile as Jongin curled his arms around his stomach, the tips of his wet hair lightly tickling his neck as Jongin placed lazy kisses along it. He smelt like honey, a smell that was so distinctly Jongin that it made Kyungsoo feel warm and fuzzy no matter where he was. It was now that Kyungsoo realized that he’d rushed to have a shower, and any irritation that he’d had before had crumbled as soon as Jongin had wrapped his arms around his front... Jongin tended to have that effect on him.

“You smell nice,” Kyungsoo pointed out, relishing in the feel of Jongin, Jongin and Jongin.

“Sorry, I smelt so bad and I thought if I came in I’d probably knock you dead.” Jongin murmured against his skin, before turning Kyungsoo around, lifting his chin with his fingers and leaning in, pressing a soft kiss onto Kyungsoo’s lips. It lasted a few seconds, before Kyungsoo softly pushed Jongin away.

“Come on, dinner’s pretty much ready now.”

Jongin reached into the cabinets, grabbing tableware and setting them down for his boyfriend. He sat down on one of the chairs at the kitchen island, watching with a lazy smile as Kyungsoo served out the food with perfect precision. It was endearing to him, the way his tongue slightly stuck out or he pouted (it was always one of the two) and the way he always had to serve it like it was at a restaurant. Jongin didn’t really care because it’d all end up the same way in his stomach, but he appreciated the sincerity in the gesture and he had to love it because hey, it was Kyungsoo.

“Where do you want to eat, baby?”

Jongin flopped down on the empty space on the table in front of him, before looking up sillily, though tiredness was evident on his face.

“Can we just eat here? I’m exhausted and I can’t be bothered to move…”

“Alright, lazy.” Kyungsoo chortled, pushing a plate in front of Jongin and the seat next to him, before sitting down beside him.

“Thanks Kyunggie~”

It was cute to Kyungsoo how Jongin seemed to regain energy to eat- he’d cleared the plate comically fast, hopping up and taking more, before clearing that off as well. Kyungsoo tried to take his plate to clean it, but Jongin refused, saying ‘You cooked; I’ll clean it tomorrow morning.’

He knew Jongin probably wouldn’t, but it’s the thought that counts.

Jongin asked Kyungsoo how his day was, and the two both talked about the nutcases that they now called their teachers and professors. Kyungsoo liked how Jongin’s eyes lit up when he talked about dance, but he couldn’t ignore the look of worry and slight annoyance that etched across his face as he spoke.

It had been there since he’d gotten home, but now it was just worse.

“Is anything bothering you, baby?”

Jongin shook his head, smiling softly, “No, I’m just really tired.”

Kyungsoo knew he looked tired, but he’d never looked bothered like this when he was tired before.

“Are you sure?”

“Don’t worry 'Soo, its fine.”

“Alright.” Kyungsoo replied, squeezing his hand. He hoped he wasn’t the cause of those expressions, and maybe he should have known that as Jongin cuddled him when they went to bed… But Kyungsoo was Kyungsoo, and Kyungsoo was easy to break. He couldn’t help the feelings that were resurfacing. The continuous swell made him feel sick and he couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d be unwanted in the future, it's not like it hadn't happened before.

∩( ・ω・)∩ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~  Authors Note  ~ ~ ~ ~ ~  ∩( ・ω・)∩

*I sincerely apologize to Jung Yunho for making him a nutcase*
*bonus points if you tell me what song's lyrics Joonmyun was messaging to Yixing*
 

STUFF IS FINALLY STARTING TO HAPPEN YAY.
Sorry it took this long.

OH AND LOOK AT ALL THOSE NEW CHARACTERS~
look at my U-Kiss feels
Uhh so yeah I tried using iols that speak English because ya'know, to make it more realistic.
But uhh yeah Kevin and AJ and Eli are most definitely Asian and from U-Kiss.
I imagined Alexander from U-Kiss and Jessica from SNSD when I wrote it too, but I'm leaving it open so not all his friends are necessarily Asian.
Oh yeah and Joon is MBLAQ Joon but I guess you all figured that.

GROWL GROWL GROWL GROWL EXO YOU GORGEOUS MOTHERERS DID IT AGAIN I WAS MOST CERTAINLY NOT CRYING. NOPE.
Did you like it? I'd go on about it but no one will want to read it :P
But ushdfbkdjf favorite part of the choreo is definitely the bit where they bend back and switch their arms and go on the floor.
And the hat thing.
And just everything.

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