EXO OTP's One Shots Collection ⭐

59 - KAISOO : He Who Never Comes Home

Title: He Who Never Comes Home
Pairing: Jongin/Kyungsoo
Rating: M
Genre: Smut, Angst

Warnings: Sex, Drama, Implied Character Death

Summary: Jongin once thought that if he could fly, he would take Kyungsoo there so they could lay down on th cottony texture of the clouds as they dream about more impossible things.

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The air is crisp, the sun shines brightly behind the fluffy blue skies. Jongin once thought that if he could fly, he would take Kyungsoo there so they could lay down on th cottony texture of the clouds as they dream about more impossible things.

He smiles, inhaling the sweet breeze of the field that comforts him today.

It smells like home.

"Kyungsoo, I'm coming home."

*

"Jongin."

Jongin looks up from his cold cup of coffee, seeing an old friend of his peeking behind the door of his dark apartment unit. Minseok lowers his eyes and sighs, feeling a surge of empathy in his heart witnessing his once cheerful friend's situation. He has dark rings under his bloodshot-eyes, long unruly hair, unshaved hairs on his face.

He looks so wrecked.

Carefully, Minseok lets himself in and sits in front of Jongin. He pulls out an envelope from his bag, putting it on the table. Jongin doesn't say anything, he's too tired to say something.

"It has been five years," the older mutters. "Since he left."

Jongin nods.

"Here."

"What is it?" Jongin's voice sounds raspy due to lack of use for a long time.

"From Kyungsoo."

His heart thumps rapidly hearing his name.

"He's getting married....to a composer."

And it gradually breaks into little pieces.

"He wants you to come."

Trembling fingers reach for the envelope, swiping the gold letters embossed at the cover. Jongin lips curve upward into a bitter smile, thinking he should be that man written beside Kyungsoo's name.

But it isn't.

It will never be.

"You don't have to come if you can't. I'll just tell him you're busy."

"No. I'll come."

Minseok is taken aback by his answer but doesn't say anything as he quietly leaves. Jongin stares for a good minute at the invitation and closes his eyes.

He can't cry.

He has had enough to cry.

"Kyungsoo, I'll see you again."

*

Jongin wakes up to the chirping of the birds outside, and he opens his eyes, feeling the right side of the bed now left cold.

Kyungsoo is gone.

"Kyungsoo?" he calls, looking around the place in bemusement. Silence answers him as he trudges into the living room, wearing his shirt and pants on the way. "Kyungsoo?"

No lemony scent of dish-washing liquid nor the coffee aroma greeted him just as soon as he navigates the kitchen, and Jongin is left thinking to himself where could be his lover have gone. He swallows the heavy lump on his throat when he finds a note pasted on the refrigerator, shaking hands reaching for it as he tries to stand.