Kaisoo One Shots

Little Things

Little Things (♥)

Your hand fits in mine like it's made just for me
But bear this in mind it was meant to be
And I'm joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks
And it all makes sense to me

Jongin wakes up to rose pink tainted cheeks, heart shaped lips that's just too dreamy kiss, long lashes which perfectly covers those adorable doe eyes, nose that's just to irresistible to pinch and the comforting sound of the other's steady breathing. Jongin smiles for he just knows why waking up in the morning is the best part of the day.

Jongin rubs his cheek deeper to the soft pillow underneath, squirming just slow enough to lean closer towards the boy who's still in his dreamless slumber across him. His hand crawls under the sheets, seeking for those warm fingers to lace it with his cold ones, and when he succeeds, Jongin pulls their laced hands to his lips and plant feather light kisses on each of the other boy's knuckle.

The other stirs slightly, purring some incoherent cute things through his small mouth. Jongin restrains himself from lunging towards the boy and strangle him in a breath suffocating hug. Not in 6 in the morning. So Jongin settles in leaning and kissing those purrs away. Just light, sweet, brushing of lips and the other boy smiles in his sleep. Just like an angel.

Jongin stares how their hands perfectly mold with each other. How the colors of their hands complement, and how his fingers are always cold and the other always manages to stay warm. His eyes caught the gold band that encircles the other boy's annulus finger.

And he finds himself smiling profoundly.

It all makes sense.

Kyungsoo's hand was made perfectly for Jongin to slip that ring and make him his. Forever.

I know you've never loved the crinkles by your eyes when you smile,
You've never loved your stomach or your thighs
The dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine

The memories of last night just after exchanging their vows to each other are still as clear as the waters in spring inside Jongin's mind. He could picture them all out perfectly. How he laid Kyungsoo down this very same bed last night. How Kyungsoo hid his flushing face behind his hands for he couldn't bear to look at Jongin while he undresses him. How Kyungsoo trembled below him as he placed kisses all over him, worshipping every contour of his body with gentle touches. How Kyungsoo returned all his loving kisses, pulling him as close to his body. How Kyungsoo's tears spilled when they finally connected for the first time and how perfect that moment felt. How Kyungsoo's voice sounded even more heavenly when he cried, moaned, whimpered Jongin's name in pure bliss. But Jongin figured that Kyungsoo's cry wasn't of pain. The crinkles by his eyes when he smiles when their love making progressed told him otherwise.

Kyungsoo never believes Jongin everytime he whispers to his ears how beautiful he is. He blushes but never admits his convincement. So when Jongin finds no more words to persuade the other boy, he settles by putting those in action. He kisses Kyungsoo and made love with him all night.

But I'll love them endlessly

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I won't let this little things slip out of my mouth
But if I do, it's you, oh it's you, they add up to
I'm in love with you and all these little things

Jongin was never good at words. Even since they were introduced to each other as roommates years ago, Jongin couldn't always find the right words to speak when he's in front of the older boy. Which left Kyungsoo always the one initiating a conversation.

It took him almost three years to profess his feelings towards the older. Three painstakingly years of just observing, noting, taking all in of how the other boy's actions are just flawless in Jongin's eyes.