KAISOO ONESHOTS

FIVE YEARS

Author: timefortea
Description: It's been five years and Jongin and Kyungsoo are still in love. 

Tags: fluff, romance

Word Count: 2.5k
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Kyungsoo awakens with a kiss pressed to his temple. 

He grumbles quietly, still feeling worn out and sore from the night before, and he keeps his eyes tightly shut. His bedsheets are fresh and warm and snuggly and he has no intention of getting up any time before 10am. 

Lips flutter over his forehead again, and Kyungsoo complains, a little louder this time, knocking his head into the body that’s being such a nuisance. 

The body chuckles, a hoarse croaky sound that rumbles through the crisp morning air. The lips return, smothering the top of Kyungsoo’s dark silky hair with a thousand more kisses. 

Kyungsoo smacks his lips together and at last surfaces fully into the land of the awake. “I want to sleep.” He complains, lifting his head and squinting through puffy eyes at the reclining form of Kim Jongin. 

Jongin grins. “I know you do, gorgeous. But it’s a very special day.” 

Kyungsoo gives him a withering look. “I know it is. And it will still be a very special day if you let me sleep a little bit more.” He flops back down again, this time dropping his head on Jongin’s bare chest. “Cuddle me.” 

“Do you even have to ask?” Jongin says, slinging an arm around Kyungsoo’s waist and tugging him in closer. 

It’s quiet for a while, and Kyungsoo closes his eyes again, prepared to fall back to sleep. However he finds, to his irritation, that he’s properly awake now and he isn’t going to be able to fall back to sleep again. “Jongin.” He whines. 

“What?” 

Kyungsoo can hear the smirk in his voice. He sits up, opens his eyes and prods a finger at Jongin’s chest. “You’ve woken me up now. I can’t go back to sleep.” 

Jongin laughs—properly this time, because his eyes crinkle up— and Kyungsoo is momentarily breathless. He knows there is nothing more beautiful than Kim Jongin, he’s known that for years, but the realisation still manages to stun him every time. There is no better Jongin than the Jongin he has right now— the one lying relaxed in bed in only a pair of loose sweats, with one arm behind his head, one arm around Kyungsoo’s waist, with messy, ruffled bed hair and with skin that glows against bright white sheets like caramel and toffee and sunlight and warmth and everything Kyungsoo could ever want and everything he could ever need. 

It sends shivers down his spine when Jongin looks at him like he is doing now. That sense of pure joy in his laugh and the adoration etched into his eyes as he looks at Kyungsoo’s sleep swollen, acne marked face. It’s the look of a man so madly in love that he can’t see imperfections any more— he only sees them as perfect, intrinsic features of the one he loves. 

Jongin lifts a hand and traces his fingertips across Kyungsoo’s cheekbone. “Five years.” He whispers to no one in particular. “I’ve been in love with you for five whole years.” 

Kyungsoo draws in a shuddery breath, feeling the heat flood across his cheeks. He has never been a fan of his looks, he’s never viewed himself as beautiful (especially not compared to his boyfriend) and he drops eye contact, embarrassed that someone as unearthly as Jongin gets to witness him in such a bare, pure state. 

He can still feel Jongin’s eyes tracing his features though, even as he tries to hide under his fringe that desperately needs cutting. 

Jongin’s hand settles to rubbing intricate patterns on Kyungsoo’s hipbone just under his sleep shirt, his thumb warm and soothing as it traces into the groove. “Five whole years and you still do that.” He adds. “You’re beautiful, Soo. Breathtakingly so.”