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Red Lips & Soft Fingers { h i a t u s }
chapter one
red lipstick;
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Two things did Kyungsoo regret in that moment: one of them was the fact he didn’t born somewhere far away from South Korea; maybe somewhere in the North of Europe, who knows; and the second one was the absolutely awful luck he had to meet the one and only Kim Jongin, and worse – to become his best friend.
When Jongin, or Kai – how the so called ‘shy’ Chinese boy from the dance club liked to call him, came at 7 in the morning to his house and told him he needed to bring his girlfriend as a model to be painted by the ones in the art club, Kyungsoo only laughed at him. “But Jongin, you don’t have a girlfriend.” He told his younger friend, but Kai’s eyes only turned in a dark shade of brown as a small smirk played on his plump lips; smirk Kyungsoo knew was for sure a terrible sign.
So, like that, after going through a lot of cursing and thrown fists, Kai finally managed to get his best friend dressed in a red kimono, as a dark-brown long length wig covered the boy’s jet black hair. Like the awesome fashionista he was, Jongin made sure Kyungsoo looked impeccable.
Do Kyungsoo was beautiful, indeed. And if Jongin didn’t have that little crush of his on a certain weird boy whose dance moves were almost as flawless as his, then he for sure would have jumped on Kyungsoo right in the moment he came out of his room. The first thing that popped in Jongin’s mind was how came his older friend knew how to apply make up?, but the thought quickly vanished in the moment his brown orbs stopped at those beautiful legs which he saw when Kyungsoo raised the hem of the kimono to ask his friend how the geta sandals were looking on him. However, the older boy got a bit angry when that one question left Kai’s lips. “Do you usually shave your legs?” he asked, making a bright red take over Kyungsoo’s cheeks. Yes, Kyungsoo was a piece of Heaven, with or without shaved legs, Jongin had to recognize.
“Try to seem in love!” a voice made Kyungsoo’s body flinch, before he started wondering how can he seem in love in the middle of a room full of males who looked at him like he was a kind of geisha. “Oh, come on, Jongin’s girlfriend! Your boyfriend is right behind you.” The professor exclaimed, seeing their model had no intention to change ‘her’ expression, but it remained the same: eyes wide open and lips slightly parted.
After he sighed deeply, Kyungsoo titled his head in a random direction, his eyes immediately stopping on a certain guy whose red bangs were covering his eyes, even that, the boy could clearly see his gaze wasn’t fixed on his legs and fake s like the others’ were, but on his face, thing that made Kyungsoo’s cheeks flush.
The guy was handsome, no doubt. The nineteen years old couldn’t help but stare at the other, paying attention to all his features; all his details. Kyungsoo liked everything he saw. He liked the way the stranger’s red bangs were falling over his eyes hiding the brown, sparkling orbs from the others’ view. He also liked the way the boy’s head was titling from left to right when he was looking at Kyungsoo, and also the way his lips were curling into a small yet cute pout when he was drawing him on the paper.
“That’s perfect!” the professor’s voices made Kyungsoo his thoughts and actually realized he was admiring a stranger, and on top of all, a man. But there was no problem with it after all. Men could admire men, and in Kyungsoo’s situation, he also envied the one in front of him because of his manliness; thing that Kyungsoo lacked at.
“The class is over!” the professor called after some more minutes which seemed like an eternity for the doe-eyed boy. Like that, ignoring all the erted stares he was receiving, Kyungsoo wandered around trying to find Kai, but there was no trace of the other. Could he possibly leave, forgetting a little essential detail which was the stupid kimono his best friend was wearing? Well, Kyungsoo had no idea.
Sighing for God knows which time, Kyungsoo made his way towards the main hall after a boy told him the paintings were going to be placed there. Although he wasn’t a big fan of visual arts, the boy was still curious to see how Jongin’s classmates painted him.
No, Kyungsoo never thought he was handsome since he lacked at manliness. What was more, he never thought he was beautiful either. Like, could men ever be beautiful? Wasn’t ‘beautiful’ a word to describe females? But after all, he was dressed like one in that moment. Even that, he still couldn’t be called beautiful! He was still a man, even in woman clothes.
Too lost in his deep thoughts of denying his attractiveness, Kyungsoo had no eyes to see that one certain boy which was walking in his direction holding a tray full of cups of coffee, and like that, stopping right in front of him to straighten the hem of his kimono, he did nothing more but caused the red-haired boy to fall over him, dropping the tray. It took a few second for Kyungsoo to realize where the boy’s lips were and when everything around him finally started making sense, his doe-eyes opened widely, as a soft mewl escaped through his slightly parted lips. His hands tried making their way out from under the other’s well-toned body, but in vain. It remained nothing else but to push the other off him.
Seeing the one under him was trying to free himself by pushing him away, Kim Joonmyun slowly opened his eyes just to meet some big ones looking straight into his. A smile lit Joonmyun’s face before he slowly placed his hand on both sides of Kyungsoo’s head and pushed himself up. He held one hand out and lowering his head to avoid the eyes-contact again, he waited for ‘Jongin’s girlfriend’ to take it. As soon as Kyungsoo’s soft fingers brushed over his hand, Joonmyun’s heart couldn’t help but skip a bit making him feel all of the sudden insecure of what to do next.
“I’m sorry.” He could only manage to mumble. Yes, he was sorry for falling over the other, but most of all, he was sorry because he kissed those plump, beautiful lips and this just because he knew the cute thing he had in front of his eyes was already taken. It wasn’t in Kim Joonmyun’s nature to feel guilty over such lame thing as not looking where he was going, nor it was in Joonmyun’s nature to become speechless all of the sudden, neither to blush madly in front of a stranger, but he knew the one he had in front of him had something special; something that made his heart race like crazy. “Are you okay?” concern could be read all over his face, and if it was a good thing or not, Joonmyun didn’t know.
Instead of replying, Kyungsoo only bit into his bottom lip trying to stop a smile from breaking widely on his lips. Joonmyun titled his head on a side and watched him kind of confused, but the only thing Kyungsoo did next was to break into a round of laughter and say, “You have red lipstick on your lips!”
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school and stuff forced me put this on hiatus. darn, long time not updated it. sorreeeeey ;_; as fast as i get time and inspiration imma gonna continue it
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