Squeals

the moment when fan fiction and real life meet

Kyungsoo’s POV

In the van, to the airport

We were leaving the twins behind in Seoul this time for our trip to China. Although we would love to perhaps have a small family vacation just the four of us in China, we decided the risks were way too big. Since Dongwoo was now more or less recovered from his cold, we decided to leave our boys in Jongin’s mother’s care once again.

What we would have done without her was simply unconceivable. Her help with the twins was probably the very reason why we are able to raise our sons without any interference or exposure to the public. It remained clear to the both of us, Jongin and I, that we were extremely indebted to her. Even though she insisted that she loved doing it as a grandmother, it didn’t dampen the fact that we were very appreciative and thankful for the help that she had given us.

Now, we were headed to the airport, dressed in matching jerseys with special numbers on our backs. I would love to see what kind of theories our fans would come up with to explain those numbers. As I leaned my back on Jongin’s arm, I rested my head backwards on his shoulders. Whipping out my phone, I began searching on the internet. Our fans had been known to have Sherlock Holmes detective abilities.

12+88=100

12 and 88? That’s my number and Jongin’s one as well. When added together, it was 100. True.

So?

Kaisoo is 100% real.

What?

Wow.

Ok.

I never thought about it that way.

I giggled to myself as I continued to look through the Kaisoo thread on Tumblr. As usual, there were photographs of many of the special moments that I shared with Jongin. Honestly, I didn’t consider their swooning over us a threat or a burden to our secret. In fact, they seemed to enjoy the skinship and personal moments I had with Jongin. They might not know the extent of our relationship, perhaps thinking of us more like very close brothers. But they still squealed over pictures and gifs of us interacting so I guessed it was safe to say that they liked it when we had these ‘moments’ together.

“Penny for your thoughts.” Jongin’s warm breath swept over the top of my head.

Moving so that the side of my head was resting on his chest, I looked up at his brown eyes and said, “You know, maybe the fans might support us if they find out about our little family.”

“I thought we were over this topic. I thought we both agreed that it was too dangerous to bring the twins with us to China.”

“I’m not talking that. I was just thinking about how we actually do have quite a following as a couple. Kaisoo fans, they call themselves. They get so crazy whenever you touch my neck or when we just look at each other. Sometimes I didn’t even know we had a moment until I see the pictures that the fans took!”

“Well, they may be accepting towards our relationship. But we can’t be too sure if they’ll accept the boys as well.”

“I know. I know. But they might just surprise us, Jongin ah.”

“So you want to go public with our secret?”

“Maybe, someday, when the time is right.”

“I don’t want our boys to suffer. That’s all.”

“Neither do I, but how long do you think we can keep hiding it?”

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Jongin’s POV

Asian Idol Awards

While we stood on stage waiting to start our rehearsals, I couldn’t help but ponder over Kyungie’s words. It seemed like he said them in the passing, just an opinion put out there. Nothing concrete, no solid plans to go public. Plus I knew he would never do anything that would our sons in harm’s way. That I was sure. Perhaps he was right. Maybe when the time came, our fans would be supportive. Who knew.

Waiting for the staff to even out some details before we started rehearsals, I loitered around Kyungie as usual. Our arms pressed against each other. Peering up at me with his huge brown eyes, he smiled warmly as his fingers ever so slightly rubbed against my hand. And that exact moment, I was hit with a sudden and striking realisation.

Why did I care?

Why did I need the approval of fans?

Why did I need the acceptance of the society?

When I had the man I loved the most in the world right by my side.

Being with him never felt wrong. It was the one thing I did right. He was the one thing I did right. So why did I need to feel ashamed about it? Why did I need to be afraid of how the society would see us?

Me and my wishful thinking…

I let out a mental sigh

If it had just been the two of us, nothing could really hurt us. But now, the society could still hurt us if it hurt our sons.

Without ever noticing because it was so natural to me, I raised an arm and placed it on Kyungie’s shoulders. The next thing I knew he reached down and gripped a full handful of me the last place I thought he would. He then proceeded to gleefully gave it a tight squeeze, causing me to cringe and shrink back. Had he turned mad?! This kind of things was reserved for the bedroom! The shock broke my train of thoughts as I turned and stared at him in utter astonishment.

At my stunned face, he just laughed delightfully. “Stop overthinking it. When the public knows, they know. But right now, they don’t.” Kyungie tiptoed and whispered into my ear, “Enjoy the moment and don’t waste it on worrying.”

He intertwined our fingers and gave me a tight squeeze.

I stared at him, knowing with certainty that I was completely in love with this man. Here he was, all mine, totally in tune with me and my thoughts. I pulled him close, wondering how on earth I'd been lucky enough to find him.

Then I remembered he did mention that fans were squealing over our ‘moments’. Since our chemistry was on fire today, we might as well make them scream! During the ‘Wolf’ performance, in the formation of two trees, I waited for Chen to leave and sing his part. This left me directly facing Kyungie. I caught his eyes and we let our eyes enjoy each other for a devout moment before I looked down with a knowing smile.

The fans wanted ‘moments’ between us?

I can give them that.

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Kyungsoo’s POV

Asian Idol Awards

I walked up to the table and took the seat on Jongin’s immediate left.

Squealing.

I couldn’t help but smile at the fans’ reaction, wondering how they would react to the truth about our relationship. Then I felt Jongin move his chair closer to mine.

More squealing.

His thighs were pressed right up beside mine as his hands toyed with the flowers on the table. A glow kindled deep within me. What was with us these days? We were acting like teenagers who couldn’t get enough of each other. Well, it was true that we really couldn’t get enough of each other these days. It was as if we were in a happy medium in our relationship and nothing seemed to be able to ruin our moods.

His hand reached over to run across my back as I talked to Chen.

Me. Pay some attention to me.

The underlying meaning was clear.

Laughing, I leaned in towards him and whispered in his ear, “They call me Jongin’s magnet now. Are we a little too obvious?”

His eyes twinkled with amusement as he let out a loud hearty laugh.

Well, they got that right. He reached out again to rub the back of my neck.

Now there were screams from the audience seated behind us.

“Ya, are you acting out some moments for our fans to squeal over now? Fan service, huh?” I glanced sideways at him and asked cheekily.

He smiled this wide dazzling grin and it made me feel like I was the only one in the room. How he did it, I had no idea. But Jongin seemed to always be able to make me feel as if I was the only one in the room just by the way he looked at me. “Honey, who said I was acting?” The left corner of his lips turned upwards to give a mock smirk, “I just decided that there is no need for me to hold back anymore. Let the fans think what they want to think.” He said in his slow, lazy way, like he didn’t have a care in the world.

I copied his signature move and rubbed my hand against the back of his neck as his hand rested on my thigh. Hmmm… I could see why he liked to do that.

His neck was as y as hell.

Well.

Our Kaisoo fans were definitely going to have a field day.

In the hotel room, that night

“Wow they are fast.”

We were right.

We were sitting on the bed, scrolling through his phone, my head on his chest, his arm around me.

Even our interview for Cool magazine had been translated into a Kaisoo moment! Well, it sort of was seeing how we both picked each other as the member that left the deepest impression. I still remembered the first time I met Jongin, all sweaty from a dance practice and yet performing with the same passion energy, the graceful movements of his body, the y grin as he teased us trainees who were gaping at him. It was definitely him. He was the one that left the deepest impression. As for the Asian Idol Awards, Tumblr was flooded by the fantaken pictures of every single ‘moment’ we had between us. His hand on my neck, mine on his neck, me whispering to him, our thighs touching and so on and on… Almost every comment was in caps and ended with multiple exclamation marks.

We were laughing at how crazy our fans when he suddenly look straight into my eyes.

Then, in one swift move, he got up from the bed and my head fell back into the pillows. Leaning over me, his mouth trailed down my throat. I let out a soft gasp and let my head fall back to accommodate his lips. The light touch of them against my skin made me tremble. The intoxicating pleasure pulsed through my body with every pull of his warm mouth.

His hands were toying with my shirt when we heard a knock on our door.

Who could it be?

He reluctantly released me. I quickly got up from the queen-sized bed and tidied my hair a little. Opening the door, I was surprised to find Baek standing out in the hallway, alone.

I could tell with one glance, one look, one simple instant. Something was wrong. It was his eyes. Despite the thick makeup which he had yet to clean off, they were clearly dark-rimmed, haunted, and sad. And then there was his posture. His shoulders were hunched forward and his head hung low. My thoughts immediately flew to Rainbow. No. Not another miscarriage. Right?

“I need to talk.” His broken voice sounded so wounded and sad.

“Sure, come on in.” Jongin had joined me at the door and gently ushered Baek into our room. I shut the door behind us and joined them on the bed.

“What’s the matter, Baek?” I rested a hand on his shoulder.

He sat there, without uttering a word. After a pause, his head lifted slowly as he met our eyes. Tears brimmed in his eyes as he opened his mouth to speak.

“It’s Yeol.”

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A/N: Hi guises! Did you miss me? ^^

All the Kaisoo moments at the Asian Idol Awards are the death of me.....

Just look at them >< Gah, those two..

Smiling at each other on stage