Kaisoo One Shots

Brise (3/8)

  "So you got the audition. Great" – Kyungsoo gives a thumb up as he paces in front of Jongin, from right to left he moves his eyes as if he's watching a tennis match – "But we don't know how you'll go to the audition."

"I can't buy plane tickets yet." – Jongin says – "I'm still a minor...do you think your mom would buy it for me? I can pay, I swear."
Kyungsoo shakes his head.

"She still thinks your dad gave you permission to send the papers, when you asked her to sign the recommendation letter, remember?"

"A bus would take me like 24 hours to get to Seoul from here." – Jongin cries – "And I have to be there on Monday at 8."

Kyungsoo puts his hand under his chin and thinks; he stops in front of Jongin and quickly nods him to move away so he can sit in his desk chair. He swifts his fingers over his keyboard and in less than 5 seconds a website welcomes them.

"The train?" – Jongin inquires – "Aren't those tickets really expensive?"

"I think Baekhyun told me last summer when he visited his grandmother that they give discount to students." – Kyungsoo says as he looks for the KTX schedule.

After a lot of bickering, a lot of 'no, that's too late I want to be there early' and 'do you want to pay for a hotel and more food?', after Jongin chickened out twice and Kyungsoo decided he could accompany him, they decide to take the train that Sunday afternoon at 4:00 pm.

Jongin returned to his house and changed clothes; he took very little clothing pieces in his backpack, took only the extreme necessary. He lied to his father yet for the one hundredth time in his life – saying he would stay at Kyungsoo's a few days working on a final physics project.

Jongin walks to the bus stop after having lunch at home - the day is warm and bright, sunlight feels great over his uncovered arms and he rides the bus that takes him easily to the KTX station, where he waits for Kyungsoo – ignoring the pressure that has been getting stronger in his chest since he read the email. His friend gets there after 5 minutes, wearing a completely black outfit that has Jongin snorting.

"What did you tell your parents?" – Jongin asks as they wait to get tickets.

"That I was staying at your place." – he responds.

"Glad to know that if one of them finds out, they'll call the other's parents and this whole thing crumbles down." – the taller says as he gets his wallet out – "The worst is you're here without any benefits. That makes me feel like such a shitty friend."

Kyungsoo laughs and gets his wallet out as well. They buy the tickets and Jongin forms a mental note to eat less the following days – "this is so expensive, Kyungsoo, what the fuck! Let's just go back; I'll buy the damn bus tickets!" "We're already here, Jongin, let's just buy it, god damn it!"

He forms another mental note to curse less in front of people.

The train station is practically lonely, just a few people here and there – mostly families and couples – and they sit close to the gate, as they wait for the train to come. Kyungsoo is playing with his cellphone and Jongin has his eyes closed, listening to the song he has practiced for months, he plays the movements in his head, he slightly moves his feet and fingers in the parts he's supposed to and he ignores it, but Kyungsoo smirks every time Jongin whips his neck and shoulders at the beat coming from his earphones.

A few minutes later they get on the wagon and the inside is clean and neat, full with light that comes from the outside, Kyungsoo has a little smile on his face as he takes a sit by the window, leaving Jongin to set their luggage up their heads. The latter finally sits beside his friend and is not long before the train starts moving.

Kyungsoo insists Jongin to take a nap, saying he should rest the most he can, having a long day tomorrow – the other is just too excited, taking in the scenery that runs outside the long windows, green mountains display ahead, the clouds are white and so fluffy he feels like taking a dip – if it was only possible. The wagon is cool and nice; Kyungsoo continues playing with his cellphone in silence as Jongin rehearses his dance audition in his head for the twentieth time that day, his palms starts to sweat when the song repeats once again.

Hour and a half of the ride in and Jongin decides is enough for a while, he takes his earphones and shoves them inside his pocket pants, he turns his head and spots Kyungsoo with his eyes closed; he can't tell if the other is really sleeping or just resting, since Kyungsoo normally crosses his hands over his lap when he's sleeping. His hands are on each side of his body. Jongin takes a finger, brushes it on Kyungsoo's ear and the other jolts dramatically, fanning a hand close to the taller's face.

"What the fuck." – he says with a raspy voice.

"I'm bored." – Jongin chats as he rests his head on his hand – "Talk to me, Kyung."

"I told you to sleep." – he responds while closing his eyes again and taking a deep breath.

"I don't feel like sleeping. Too excited."

"Then rehearse your audition again."

"I've rehearsed it a lot. If I keep doing it I'll get bored of it."

Kyungsoo doesn't say anything and Jongin repeats his little joke, taking his index finger right in Kyungsoo's ear.

"What the fuck, Jongin." – he scratches his ear as he glares at his friend – "You're making me regret coming."

Jongin pouts and crosses his arms.

"What happened to you, Kyung?" – he complains – "Remember when you were this little ball of sunshine and smiles to me? When you would dance to SNSD just to-"

"I grew up." – he interrupts – "Imagine me being the same annoying ass I was when I was 11."

"You kind of are." – Jongin points out. Kyungsoo gives a death stare but doesn't respond – "No but...I didn't mean it like that."

Jongin chuckles and puts his hand over Kyungsoo's.

"I meant that you still are the best person I've met."

He realizes the depth of his word one second after they leave his mouth, his cheeks feel warmer as time passes and Kyungsoo doesn't respond – he just gives a short snort and crosses his arms over his chest. Jongin imitates his position and waits for his embarrassment to go away.

He waits one, three, five, ten minutes and his cheeks are just as hot. His mind rushes through the words in that short sentence, Jongin presses the back of his cold hands on his face in hopes it goes away, but nothing happens. He has never said something like that in his life – maybe when he was a little kid and he told his mom she was the most beautiful and special woman he would ever have the chance to touch – but after her death, Jongin has always been the type to stay quiet, as Kyungsoo always said he's better in expressions, not in words. Kyungsoo hasn't moved his eyes from the window and the sky is turning purple, shades of orange far away in the horizon.

Jongin wants to say he didn't mean it like that either, but that would be a lie. Kyungsoo is the one and only person he has in his life – he has his sister and father but in reality, they are as distant as the plastic flowers decorating his home – He wants to think Kyungsoo is like a brother, but that word runs short as well. His feelings for Kyungsoo could be only compared to dancing, but that is because both appeared in his life around the same time. It takes him around 5 seconds to realize that if it wasn't for the short guy sitting next to him, Kim Jongin wouldn't have had the guts to go through five years of dancing. Kyungsoo was the one that made him dance when he was too afraid to try it, he was the one to insist for hours and days with a smile on his face to sign in that little Dance Academy and the one that bared hours a week sitting under the bright lights of a dance studio, just so Jongin wouldn't feel alone and anxious.

Kyungsoo is the one travelling kilometers next to him, just so Jongin doesn't have a panic attack in the middle of the city.

Jongin realizes his feelings for Kyungsoo are beyond anything he could feel for anything or anyone.

Jongin realizes he has liked dancing for ages, but his true passion for it began when he met Do Kyungsoo.


Skyscrapers start to appear in the horizon, millions of lights shine ahead of them, and he's suddenly terrified. Jongin clutches to the sidebars of his seat as passengers begin to take their bags and there's a beeping coming from the speakers.

"We would like to welcome you to the city of Seoul-"– a lady's voice is muffled through the speakers and Kyungsoo nudges him on the side.

"Jongin, let's go." – he takes two short breaths and gets up, grabbing their bags and walking to the doors. He bites his lips as they exit the station in silence, the space is huge, there are millions of lights and screens, people are rushing here and there and he feels so small.

"I looked for these hotels when I was on the train." – Kyungsoo says, stopping by the sidewalk and showing Jongin's the longest addresses he has seen – "It's still pretty early, let's see which one is cheaper."

They walk side by side, sometimes brushing their arms – Jongin follows his every move, since Kyungsoo has been in Seoul many times – and they reach a bus stop not too far; the city is big and noisy, he observes each flashy car and each building that appears to have over one hundred stories. The ride to a small and almost hidden hotel is short and Kyungsoo announces they have to get off.

"This one looks okay." - he says before they walk in – "We can take the same bus to the Academy and be there in like 20 minutes."

They enter a small living room with vintage furniture and a very young receptionist. Kyungsoo takes three steps and stops mid-way, Jongin spots his eyes getting bigger. The smaller turns around and starts exiting the place.

"What happened?" – Jongin asks with a low voice as he follows him. The other doesn't say anything; he walks slowly with his head low and glancing to the streets with worry.

"We didn't think this through." – Kyungsoo answers once they are a few blocks away from the hotel.

"What do you mean?"

"Do you really think they are going to rent a room to a pair of teenagers?" – he looks up to Jongin and his eyes are wide. Kyungsoo purses his lips and leans on a wall close by.

"But..." – Jongin begins as he takes his wallet out – "-tell me you didn't leave the fake ID Sehun got us for Jongdae's birthday."

Kyungsoo snaps his head and quickly looks for something inside his bag pack, seconds pass until he takes a small piece of plastic out.

"I still don't know." – he says – "Do I really look 21?"

Jongin frowns and takes a look at his friend, his small shoulders haven't changed much and only make him look younger, he wears clothes that look like pajamas and only make him look slimmer, his baseball hat could cover part of his face but that would only make him look suspicious.

"Just make sure to not wear your glasses." – Jongin says as he walks back to the hotel – "Those definitely make you look 13."


Jongin lays face up, hands intertwined over his belly as he hears Kyungsoo's soft breathing next to him on the bed. He lights his phone to check the time and indeed, it has been 4 hours since they went to bed, after catching dinner by a cheap meat place and washing off. He hoped he could fall asleep quickly once Kyungsoo removed his dark cotton pants – since he has always slept in his underwear and white t shirt –but he found nothing but sleep. He moves from side to side carefully, hoping not to wake up the other, but each position just makes him feel more uncomfortable.

When he's too nervous to stay still and the clock hits 2:00 am, he plugs his earphones and practices quietly in the almost pocket sized bathroom, he tries not to knock the miniature shampoo bottles as he spins twice in a row and manages to land perfectly parallel to the mirror. He smiles to his reflection and goes to bed once again.

"Are you okay?" – Kyungsoo speaks with a yawn, his face covered by part of his blanket.

Jongin nods and forgets everything is pitch black, just when the curtains move, a little light gets in, but there's not much wind. He turns facing the wall and hopes darkness invades his mind – he wants to stop the stream of thoughts he has, he wants to stop the tick in his toes, he wants to stop the burning in his neck and fall asleep. Nothing. He turns around again, facing Kyungsoo, and repeats a mantra of simples 'sleep'. Jongin tries taking a deep breath when he feels a warm touch in his forearm. He opens his eyes and thinks he can difference Kyungsoo's big eyes in the dark, he breathes in fully and lets it out, he swallows and moves his hand to touch Kyungsoo's arm. He closes his eyes and stays still for a while.

He wakes up and the room is bright.


They stand in a wide square, the building surrounding them looks expensive – just like the floor, the sculptures and everything nearby - the differences in colors are short, just a pallet of greys, blues and whites accommodate in the facades, proving the modernity of its architecture. The grass around them shines in green, perfectly cut and watered; Jongin feels like he shouldn't touch a single thing there.

It's a little after 7:20 and the Universal Ballet School of Seoul is full of people, he can spot full families and other characters by themselves - some look younger and some look older – they are all intimidating in his eyes. Kyungsoo observes quietly the surroundings, checking on Jongin every few minutes – the latter didn't have breakfast, feeling nauseas since the moment he got up, he just brushed his teeth and took an almost incinerating shower.

"I saw a café by the entrance, you should really eat something." – the smaller suggests. Jongin shakes his head with a little smile on his face. He still feels like throwing up. He glances at his wrist watch constantly, feeling the minutes going by painfully slow.