Chapter 12       

Kris completely forgot his fear of flying in Kyungsoo's presence. After the initial amount of awkward had dissipated, Kris found Kyungsoo to be very good company.

He still couldn't wrap it around his head that the little guy was actually in college, what with his adorkably round features. Round face, round eyes, round button nose, round squishy cheeks. But what stood out the most to Kris was Kyungsoo's lovely heart-shaped lips. *Sigh*
Kris found it easy and exciting to speak Korean, occasionally changing into English when he couldn't remember certain words.  He told Kyungsoo how it was his first time flying alone. Usually his mother would be next to him, holding his hand during takeoff and landing.

From time to time Kyungsoo would take out his note pad and jot something down.
"Why do you keep doing that?" Kris's curiosity got the better of him.

"Oh this? Just a list. "

"You like making lists too?!" Kris then proceeded to get up, hitting his head pretty hard on the overhead cabins. Not letting such mishap stop him, he more or less crawled over Kyungsoo's lap, never realizing the squishy part he managed to crush. Kris made for his carry-on, pulling out an old diary. When Kris made to manhandle Kyungsoo again, the guy got to his feet in a heartbeat which wasn't completely pain free. He discreetly palmed his sensitive parts before stepping aside. Kris, oblivious to the strained face motioning for him to get in, happily sat down in his seat. Kyungsoo took a deep breath before sitting down.

"I make lists as well! In fact, I started making this a few years back. It's things I have to do before leaving Korea. Like, having coffee at 'The 1st Shop of Coffee Prince', See a K-pop concert, go to Namsam Tower and write our names on... oh right I can't do that last one anymore." Kris's face fell. His lips forming a slight pout.
"You okay?" Kyungsoo put a comforting hand on Kris's shoulder. Secretly liking the sweet gesture, Kris decided to turn a nice moment into something awkward. He let his head rest on Kyungsoo's hand, effectively trapping it in place.
"I was gonna go with my girlfriend. But we broke up." Kris, if even possible, nuzzled closer to the hand trying to squirm away. Kyungsoo seemingly giving up on getting his hand back, sighed.

"I'm sorry to hear that. But it shouldn't be hard for you to find someone to go there with. Heck, I'll go with you, at the small chance of every Korean female rejecting you." Kyungsoo gave Kris a reassuring smile.

Lighting up at that fact Kris finally released his prisoner. The smaller man pulled away his hand, inspecting the damage.

"Really you will? Thank you!" Kris took the pen attached to the diary's spine before writing:" Go to Namsam tower with Kim with Kyungsoo  with a date." Satisfied, Kris once more got to his feet straddling an unsuspecting Kyungsoo. Unbalanced, Kris fell over bracing himself with a hand on either side of Kyungsoo's face. "Wow, close one." Kris smiled before getting off of him. Unfortunately, managing long limps is quite difficult. When Kris made to get off, he tripped on nothing, planting a rock-hard knee at an already sore spot. This time Kyungsoo couldn't hold it in. He let out a long painful moan as both his hands found shelter in his throbbing lap. Kris, taking in the scene made a grab for the extra blanket, throwing it over Kyungsoo's lower half.

"Dude. There are kids watching." Kyungsoo shot him his best '.You.You.Wanker' look.

Having put back his diary, Kris was about to climb over the guy again when a stewardess approached them with a  tray.
"Would you like some chips or ice cream?" She asked politely.

"Neither, thank you." Kris held up his hand, shaking it no.

"Can I have his ice cream then?" Kyungsoo groaned out.

Finally being able to stand up, Kyungsoo made room for Kris to get to his seat. Very. Very discreetly, Kyungsoo lowered one of the ice cream cups to his 'probably purple at this point' squashed best friend.
"You don't eat ice cream?"

"Not since I was 15. It's not my style."

"Seriously?" Kyungsoo opened the small jar of ice cream that wasn't cooling his abused member.

"Yeah. I gained like 10 pounds eating ice cream. "

"That's not so bad." Kyungsoo scooped up a spoonful of ice cream. Shoving it in his mouth. 

"...In two weeks."

 Kyungsoo looked down at the cool treat.

"That. Must have been two good weeks. Unless of course you were comfort eating. Then it's just sad."

Kris decided not to tell Kyungsoo about his sudden interest in sappy old French movies that had led to the opt in ice cream and an annoying top belly that had been close to impossible to get rid of. Settling for an intelligent "Yeah..."

"How old were you again?"

"I'm turning 21 this year."
"So that's like, what, 5 years. 5 years without ice cream?" A mischievous smirk graced Kyungsoo's face.

"Maybe it's time to face your fears."
Kris was very insisting in ice cream not being his style but an extremely determined Kyungsoo kept pressing a spoonful of vanilla ice cream against his tightly shut lips.
"Come on! Just one bite. It won't kill you." Kris furiously shook his head trying to fight off the surprisingly strong smaller man. (Seriously, what was up with the strength these short people possessed ?)   
"One bite and I'll sign up for one of those popular torture chambers."

Still pressing his lips together, Kris asked rather muffled, "Torture chamber?"
"You know. An endless supply of torture instruments, mirrors on either side, lots of overly large men in spandex, I presume."
The only thing Kris could conjure from the image Kyungsoo so kindly described, was an SM club.

"Wait. You mean a fitness center?"  Kris mumbled.

"Fitness, torture - Potayto, potahto." Kyungsoo shrugged his shoulders.

"Yah! Fitness isn't torture!"

During his little outburst, Kris opened his mouth more than enough for a victorious Kyungsoo to force the spoon into his mouth.

And oh what bliss. The sinful taste of the plain vanilla ice cream did wonders to his blushing taste buds. The creamy texture of melted cool pleasure danced with light steps across his tongue and down his throat. The ic feast that took place in Kris's mouth must have been pretty obvious as Kyungsoo snidely remarked, "Would you, Ben and Jerry's like some alone time? Just you know. You said it yourself. Not in front of the kids."

Kris made a small cough.

"That's funny, shut up. Pft! 5 years, I'm... JUST GIVE IT TO ME!"                

Kris grabbed the spoon currently residing between Kyungsoo's plush lips and greedily dipped it in the tiny serving of ice cream.

"We must look like the most un-fabulous gay couple ever." Kyungsoo mussed before taking his spoon back, it suggestively. Once again Kris was choking on a dairy product and seriously, how do you choke on ice cream? Kris suddenly found a whole new meaning to being lactose intolerant. Just instead of an upset stomach,  to him dairy products favored a runny nose.