rainy days
Kyungsoo decides, after thirty minutes of idle sitting—trying to make out the words of an old hand written recipe with dog eared corners, that he enjoys the company of rain.
The thunder-less downpour padding softly on the roof makes his senses go numb, his body relax. Sheets of water creating a veil over the sky. He can hardly see arms length away (if he were to reach out—but that won’t happen because rain water leaves a foreign smell that he doesn’t particularly enjoy).
Jongin is decidedly bored (he said so himself), and Kyungsoo can’t help but sigh as he puts away the illegible recipe and ambles around his perfectly organized kitchen to get to Jongin, who is carelessly tossing a soccer ball around his head.
“Man. U lost to city today. Ronaldo could only get in a few assists. Kinda .” Jongin relays. He catches the ball mid-toss. “What’s for dinner?”
Kyungsoo rolls his eyes because soccer isn’t much of his forte. Well, lots of things Jongin does isn’t his forte but no one has the time to sit down and make lists (but Kyungsoo notes to do that one day).
“Kimchi spagh—we don’t have any kimchi.” Kyungsoo groans at his realization, hands pressed against his eyelids, he thinks he can see those spots that blur together.
Jongin chuckles, “take-out, then?” Kyungsoo glares in his direction—because he can’t really see through the blurs, okay.
“That’s unhealthy. And you can’t afford to get fat.”
Jongin laughs, “and you can’t afford anything else. So just one night, yeah? Please?”
Jongin’s voice is soft and he sounds like he has a cold (Kyungsoo knew dancing in the rain was never a good idea), and he doesn’t know exactly when Jongin shifted from the floor but he suddenly feels his breath on his neck, hot and humid.
Kyungsoo relents. “Fine. But one night. Only.” Jongin nods in a way that should be verified for legalization because how can he be so damn seductive one second and so cute the next. It makes Kyungsoo’s head spin.
“I hate you,” Kyungsoo mutters while he pads to the kitchen counter for his phone.
“But you don’t.” Jongin corrects with a cheeky smile, as he resumes his game of one-man toss.
“Shut up. And would you stop that? It makes me nervous.”
Jongin grins as he continues. Kyungsoo sighs but quickly perks up as the other line connects. He needs help. Lots of it.
“Hello, thank you for calling Wufan’s, how may I help you?”
By giving me a backbone, Kyungsoo thinks.
“Ah, is Wufan available?” The woman on the other line says yes and there’s a bit of shuffling before Kris’s gruff voice is on the line.
“Kyungsoo, why.” His voice rasps and Kyungsoo realizes he just woke him from a nap. Oh well, the dragon’s awake.
“Because. We’re hungry. Bring everyone over, yeah?”
“But it’s raining.”
Kyungsoo rolls his eyes, “so breathe fire at it. Just get here in fifteen minutes. We haven’t seen you guys in a while.”
Kris whines “Soo, it’s rainin-“
Jongin interrupts the phone call by snatching it out of a wide-eyed Kyungsoo, “Duizhang, Tao doesn’t like it up his when it’s raining so you can,” he pauses to stifle a giggle, “do a rain check on your previous plans.”
Kyungsoo’s eyes are horrified by this point and scrambles to let out apologies on behalf of a hungry Jongin but all he gets is a grumpy Kris telling him he’ll be there in twenty (lots of them like to nap during showers).
Kyungsoo hangs up, promptly cutting off a profanity, and stares collectively at Jongin, who happens to be staring cheekily down at him.
Oh yes, he’ll needs lots of help.
[A/N]: It's raining right now and I just puked this out. Idunno. Feels man, feels.
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