Bickering Bliss
Orbiting BodiesBickering Bliss
(March 2017; Following Orb Bodies Ch 6)
A/N: Drabbled in under an hour, please forgive mistakes
They’re alone in the dorm and wasting a perfectly good opportunity to utilize the whole space. (Not that they don’t take plenty of chances when members are still around…) It’s Jongin’s fault, but that doesn’t stop him from pouting.
“Hyuuuuung. I was only kidding.”
Kyungsoo staunchly ignores his whining, loading the laundry in the washer with a little more force than necessary. The buttons from his cuffed jeans clang loudly against the back of the machine as he hurls them in, pair after pair.
“That’s fine. Why don’t you call her up and joke all you want on the phone?” the elder huffs, squirming out of Jongin’s backhug and heading for the door after starting the wash cycle. Kyungsoo pauses and bumps his into the dancer’s side, knocking him off balance, before leaving the area, offering just enough reassurance that while he’s peeved, he’s not truly angry at Jongin.
The younger sighs. It was a joke in poor taste, he admits it. A few minutes earlier, they’d been in the kitchen eating lunch, immersed in their own phones. When Jongin saw Krystal’s recent modeling pics, reclined in a half-filled bathtub in nothing but underwear and a see-through shirt, he nearly choked on his food. Kyungsoo had glanced over his shoulder to see what caused the younger's reaction, and then his round eyes flickered up to give Jongin a blank stare. It was filled with a kind of neutral inquiry that simultaneously demanded 'Explain,' - it was a look that's usually reserved for Chanyeol or Baek.
In his panic, Jongin reached for a joke to diffuse the precarious atmosphere. His brain must really hate him, because he could only come up with, “uh, sorry, didn’t expect to my news feed to have Krystal literally attempting to be a wet dream.”
The stony stare on Soo’s face morphed into one of a perplexed what the actual ery face, mouth slightly agape and eyebrows crinkled in disbelief, before Kyungsoo shook his head hard as if to clear it and slid further down the bench, putting a full meter of separation between them. “Wrong answer.”
His apologies are greeted with clipped, “uh huhs” as Jongin follows Kyungsoo around the dorm like the scolded puppy he is. It’s been over an hour – the worst of the storm should have passed by now. Jongin tries reading the tightness of his boyfriend’s scowl to determine where his pissy meter is at now. He’s pretty sure Kyungsoo only got up to 70% or so at the beginning and has been steadily declining since then. So he takes his chances.
“Soo,” he coos, settling onto the bed behind his boyfriend and trying to nuzzle the trail of moles down Kyungsoo’s neck. The singer swivels around to face him, inserting his laptop in between them as a barrier.
“What.”
“Let’s watch something togeth
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