Joonmyun decides that they’re too awake to go to sleep.

Not as in consciousness, but adrenaline. After a long day, a painful performance and well deserved first award, Exo were finally back in their newly shared dorm. He watches Luhan flick Minseok’s neck and the latter’s retaliation. He watches Baekhyun shout out his lines in Wolf and Chanyeol howl like one a few seconds later. He watches Sehun laugh at Yixing crying and Wu Fan punch Sehun in the arm. He watches Jongdae join in (because, why not?) and decides that they’re too awake to go to sleep.

Before Zitao can start mooning anyone (or finding other ways to take his clothes off) Joonmyun yells out. “Since we’re obviously not getting sleep anytime soon, what do you guys want to do?”

Truth and dare, Joonmyun knows, is a popular choice for everyone at any time. It’s not long before it’s chosen and decided upon but then Zitao holds up an empty bottle (from god knows where) and suggests quite loudly that, “we should all play spin the bottle!”

As long as it has nothing to do with taking his clothes off, Joonmyun’s pretty content with Zitao’s idea.

As they slowly but surely make their way into a tight circle, Joonmyun sits down and rubs at his sore neck—all of his body is sore truthfully. Wu Fan purposely sits in the middle of Luhan and Minseok. Jongin yawns and sits next to Kyungsoo so he can sleep on his shoulder. Kyungsoo flicks him on the nose, murmuring something about being the only person in this room who’s tired and Jongin mumbles back bitterly.

“So we just have to spin and whoever it lands on has to do whatever we say?” Joonmyun tries to answer Baekhyun but Kris yells at Luhan and Minseok to quit touching each other, so he ends up nodding absent minded.

“I want to go first!” Zitao squeaks and holds the plastic bottle to his chest, glaring at Minseok who had tried to grab it previously.

“Okay Zi—“ Joonmyun tries to assure but is cut off by Kyungsoo.

He shouts loudly when he wants to. “Get off me Kai!” Kyungsoo stands up abruptly, making Jongin wobble to the side and goes to sit between Yixing and Jondgae who pat him on the back. Joonmyun knows that Kyungsoo never calls Jongin, ‘Kai’, unless he’s angry. Jongin shrinks back and slowly crawls behind a comforting Joonmyun and promptly begins to sulk.

Zitao starts, oblivious.

A wave of anxious silence fills the room, waiting to see who it lands upon. (And mostly because no one wants to be dared by Zitao).

It lands on Yixing. He groans loudly and Chanyeol starts roaring with laughter.

Zitao giggles. “You…” he pauses and thinks, “have to dance.”

“With no clothes on.”

This time it’s Wu Fan that groans. “Come on Zitao, let’s at least keep the activities for later.”

Chanyeol is still laughing and Luhan joins in.

“I’m hungry.” Sehun whines.

“Can we get pizza?” Chanyeol’s mood suddenly becomes serious. Sehun agrees, nodding his head furiously. Zitao tries to do aegyo on Wu Fan, so he’ll let him continue with the dare. Wu Fan almost cracks under pressure until Joonmyun touches Zitao on his arm lightly.

“Come on, do something else please?”

Zitao agrees begrudgingly. Wu Fan grins and pats Joonmyun on the back before yelling at Sehun he’ll buy some damn pizza if he shuts up.

Sehun shuts up willingly.

“Okay then, dance to Taetiseo-noona’s song, you know that one some of us were in the video—“

“Twinkle.” Jongin says bluntly. He’s still sulking. Kyungsoo sighs and so does Joonmyun. Wu Fan says something to Yixing in Chinese.

“Yeah! Twinkle and full out!”

Yixing groans and accepts, defeated. Baekhyun plays the song off his phone and surprisingly Yixing knows most of the dance. By the end everyone’s laughing and Yixing crawls away in embarrassment. Zitao yells out that he filmed it and is uploading it to Weibo. Wu Fan orders pizza on his phone and yells at everyone to shut up. Yixing starts hitting Zitao and ends up sitting on him.

Once Wu Fan is done on the phone he grins. Yixing spins the bottle and yells out gleefully as it lands on Joonmyun.

“Joonmyunnie, you should prank call Soo-man!”

Seven pizza’s and five large bottles of fizzy drinks later, the video is up on Weibo and is now a trend, Wu Fan is somehow down to just wearing his briefs (Zitao) and in the middle of Kyungsoo’s fourth piece of pizza he sees Jongin still sulking and goes and basically sits on him, hugging him in the corner for six minutes until Jongin accepts his apology.

Everyone is bursting with food, too hyperactive on sugar drinks and mostly out of their right mind because of the time—but they couldn’t be happier.  Joonmyun thanks the heavens they have a day off.

Sehun spins the bottle and it lands on Luhan. He grins mischievously and dares Luhan to eat the seven day old sandwich lying in the kitchen somewhere. Zitao starts a speech about how glad he is that he’s in a band with all of them, but he’s nearly unconscious so he says it in Chinese and half the room doesn’t understand. Luhan throws up a while later and Joonmyun suggests that they should end it but everyone protests again him.

“Jongin, Chanyeol, Jongdae and Zitao still haven’t been chosen!” Luhan whines when he resurfaces. Joonmyun obliges and shrugs at Wu Fan (and asks him to put his pants on).

Luhan chuckles and spins the bottle and it lands on Jongin. If Jongin’s nervous, he’s doing a good job at hiding it. Jongin and Kyungsoo’s previous little fight not forgotten by Luhan, makes him laugh once again. His gaze travels to Kyungsoo and Kyungsoo’s stomach feels like flying out of his eyes.

“I dare you to kiss Kyungsoo.”

The reaction from the room isn’t shocked; the barrier of awkwardness being broken long ago but Kyungsoo’s mouth completely dries up.

“No!” He yelps out in defence.

“Hey it’s Jongin’s dare, you have no say whatsoever,” Luhan smirks.

“It’s not like you two haven’t kissed before,” Minseok smiles wryly. Kyungsoo blushes.

“I was asleep—that doesn’t count!”

Luhan shrugs and chews his fingernail. “You roomed together for like, a year.”

By now Kyungsoo’s ears are red, his eyes are probably red from the embarrassment and they are wider than ever.

“I didn’t know you two kissed hyung,” Sehun grins.

“Yeah Kyungsoo,” Chanyeol joins in.

“We didn’t!”

“Come on Soo, it’s just a kiss,” Jongin’s breath makes Kyungsoo shiver and he can’t remember him being this close. He tries to move away but Chanyeol pushes him forward.

“Hurry up Jongin!” Luhan groans. Kyungsoo thinks he sees Zitao filming and Jongdae is too and Jongin tastes like pizza.

A scream erupts in Kyungsoo’s throat but it’s swallowed by Jongin’s kiss. The rest of the group whistle and holler. Jongin’s breathe tastes awful but there’s something excited and invigorating about kissing him. He’s kissing Kim Jongin.

When they part there’s an awkward pause but soon enough the members are back to cheering. Kyungsoo’s blush increases and increases and Luhan notices, winking at him. Kyungsoo tugs his hoodie over his head to try and hide his face. The game goes on for at least another hour and Kyungsoo fidgets nervously, trying to get away from Jongin’s piercing glare.

The game finally ends at around 4:30 in the morning. Wu Fan carries a sleeping Zitao to his room and Joonmyun hisses at Sehun and Luhan not to sleep in the same bed. Everyone retreats to their room willingly, tiredness weighing down their steps.

Kyungsoo’s about to enter his room and hopefully sleep off hours of mortification when Jongin comes out of the bathroom and blocks his path.

“Oh. Hi hyung,” Jongin smiles and rubs his eyes.

“Hi,” Kyungsoo squeaks.

“Fun night huh?”

“Yeah.” Kyungsoo’s usually not this uneasy around Jongin. He swallows hardly as his previous blush starts again.

“Well, um—I guess I’ll see you tomorrow,” Jongin states and tries to move around Kyungsoo but gets stuck.

“I—uh, s-sorry,” Kyungsoo mumbles and ducks away so Jongin can get out. He’s almost bright red again.

“Um—too bad it was a dare—I mean,” Jongin runs a shaky hand through his hair.

“What?” Kyungsoo squeaks.

“Oh, nothing. Nothing. Um night—goodnight Kyungsoo.” He watches Jongin cringe at his clumsiness and smiles.

“Goodnight Jongin.” Jongin mumbles something incoherently and Kyungsoo almost forgets what he said, except he doesn’t.

Did he really? No. No. Kyungsoo shakes his head. It’s impossible.

Jongin rubs his eyes once he’s in his room. Luhan scrolls through his phone on his bed. His hands hover over his eyes before he holds his head in them, leaning back on the door.

“You okay man? That event with Kyungsoo shake you up a little huh?” Luhan smirks. Jongin throws his shoe at him.

“Why don’t you just tell him you like him?”

Jongin swallows hardly and speaks weakly. “It’s harder than you think.” And it is. Jongin just doesn’t know how to keep his cool around Kyungsoo anymore, the elder making Jongin’s stomach flip with any movement. He doesn’t exactly think a confession through spin the bottle is what Kyungsoo wanted, or would even accept.

“Not really. Just tell him you like him. I’m pretty sure the way he acted tonight, he does too.”

Jongin remembers how nervous Kyungsoo had been earlier in the hallway. Even minutes after they kissed, Kyungsoo was still red as he was during the kiss. It must mean something. Right? Luhan, once in his life, could be right. (It’s a first)

What the , Jongin thinks.

He turns to open the door. He plans to just pull Kyungsoo out from his room and kiss the out of him (and a lot of other curse words are going through Jongin’s head right now).

He yanks the door open, trying to keep in his pride and—

—Kyungsoo shrieks loudly.

“What are you doing here hyung?” Jongin asks, shocked a little himself. Luhan laughs inside the room so Jongin closes the door.

“Well—I—uh—you see. I-I,” and once again, the blissful crimson is creeping up Kyungsoo’s ears. Maybe, Jongin thinks, just maybe.

“What were you doing?” Jongin asks again and Kyungsoo looks at the ground.

“I was just going to say sorry about that fight we had again,” Kyungsoo mumbles quietly. Jongin lifts Kyungsoo’s chin up with his hand, a smile forming.

“No you weren’t hyung,” he whispers and kisses him. Kyungsoo is nervous against him, Jongin’s fingertips creeping up the elder’s hot neck as they kiss. Kyungsoo lets out little gasps and sighs which just make Jongin kiss him harder.

“I like you,” Jongin murmurs somewhere along the lines of Kyungsoo’s lips and pushing him towards the wall. He wraps one arm the latter’s waist for support. He hopes his knees won’t buckle themselves.

And—“I like you too,” Kyungsoo replies somewhere in the breath when Jongin swipes his tongue along the corner of his mouth and Kyungsoo allows it in. Slowly but surely, and throughout time and the future together, he allows Jongin to enter his heart.

“See! I told you this would happen!” Joonmyun cries out and punches Luhan in the arm. Luhan chuckles as Jongin rushes to push Kyungsoo into a free room. After, his gaze turns to Wu Fan sitting on the edge of Zitao’s bed—where Zitao is sleeping peacefully under Wu Fan’s gaze.

He grins. “Yeah.”