kaisoo

are you there? | kaisoo

Genre: Angst ; Fluff ; Fantasy

Description: "The night is deeply soaked in moonlight. This is the only time we have to ourselves."

Word Count: 1160

Author's Note: My very first boy×boy AND Exo imagine. Asdfghjk,, it's inspired on Kim Jongdae's She's Dreaming, which is so beutiful, actual ART EVERYONE APPRECIATE IT. (Could also be inspire by Anterograde Tomorrow because whO DIDNT CRY READING IT) Enjoy^^

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His voice echoed through the room. A thin, white mantel coated in light specks of dust covered worn-out furniture. Warm brown irises traveled through the hardly visible room which was merely lightened by the moonlight.

“Jongin?”

He called his name once, then twice. By then, the male should have appeared. He didn’t.

Kyungsoo could remember have spent the past five years calling the same name. Asking the same question. Are you there?  And he’d always appeared– a surreal illusion in the shape of a man. Glowing caramel skin, pink plump lips usually tugged up into a teasing smirk, unmistakable chestnut eyes that made Kyungsoo warm inside, that made him feel like he belonged, that made him feel like somewhere in that world he was needed, by someone, anyone.

But then reality like a harsh and cold tidal wave will wash over him entirely, leaving him trembling with nothing but the hopes of seeing him again. His best friend. The man who did not exist. The man hidden behind a mirror.

The mirror. It stood in the middle of the room. The moonlight that poured in from a single window was only sufficient to light up its front, leaving an obscure trail of mysteries behind its shadows.

The first time he’d seen the mirror Kyungsoo had been seventeen. He’d closed his eyes in the midst of night, the desire of vanishing clear in his heart. When he opened them again he’d found himself standing in the middle of that room. The room that had given him a sense of belonging, a feeling of easiness, of bliss. That room that had given him him. 

Him. Kim Jongin. How he’d ended up in the mirror had always been a mystery to Kyungsoo. Though, as the years went by, he’d only figured it must have had much to do with his stupidity.

“You’re an idiot,” Kyungsoo would say cross-legged by the mirror, a book of lyricas and a pen in hand.

“No, you are,” Jongin would retort after feigning a glare.

“And why would that be? Am I the one trapped in a mirror?" He’d give him a heart-shaped smile, a signal that said he was simply joking around.

Jongin would shake his head and laugh, though it was dry and solemn. “Seriously, hyung, only fools would forget something very important.”

“Jongin,” a complaint leaving his lips would be his last words before waking up with nothing but the name of a stranger.

Yes, Jongin was an illusion, a mere dream he could only visit at night. He would only become aware of it, however, upon seeing the mirror and the male behind it once again. He would apologize. Indeed he would, countless of times. For his mind had fixated around the idea that if he completely forgot him he’d never again be able to see Jongin. It terrified him.

But Jongin would simply laugh and assure his friend.

“I’ll always be here.”

And at nights, Kyungsoo would wake up with that same phrase, with that same voice traveling through his entirety. And with that same sound of laughter ringing at his eardrums like a sweet promise. A promise he’d never forget. A promise of remembering.

Perhaps that promise couldn’t be entirely fulfilled, perhaps it never will. Because at the end, he was just a dream. A mere dream.

But Kyungsoo had never been one to go by logic because he did remember– in his own way, that is. He was simply not able to let go of the feeling created by that name. Jongin. That name that five years ago had felt so foreign yet so exquisite to his lips but now rolled off his tongue like a second nature. As if he was meant to say it and savor it with not a care in the world about who the name belonged to. He knew Jongin. He must have had, he thought. Because he loved him.

“Fool,” Kyungsoo chuckled at his reflection. For once, his own reflection. “Have you forgotten our promise?”

He drew in his breath and was surprised at the strained feeling at his chest. His fingers fluttered at his sides and he regretted not having his usual pen to keep his trembling hands occupied.

“Because I haven’t forgotten,” he exhaled, forcing his eyes closed and willing his lips to move. “I haven’t forgotten, Jongin. I could never forget your name, your name which I hold to everyday as much as it holds to me. I could never forget its taste, its warmth. I could never, I could never forget you, Jongin. Even if I tried, you have been embedded into me, and God, it’s been exhausting. Every second of daylight spent with and without you has been exhausting. Having your name in my lips could never compensate the seconds of not having you near. And it drives me insane, Jongin, it does. Because suddenly I’ve found myself giving up my daylight to run into your moonlight, to let it consume me. I’ve found myself wanting to leave that kind of reality I reside in to live in yours. Because you’ve become my own reality. Because… because I don’t want to forget. Because,” Kyungsoo brought his hand hastly to his cheek, erasing any visible proof of emotion. No, he could not cry. He wouldn’t like that.

“Because I don’t want to forget that I love you.”

Kyungsoo’s eyes opened at once and his right hand curled into a fist when he noticed he was at his bedroom. Tangled sheets being pushed aside, he stood up, his feet moving on their own leading him before a mirror.

A couple of days ago he’d wondered about the sudden impulse to make the purchase. Now he knew. He remembered.

His reflection stared back at him with no kindness, his dark brown hair messy, almost covering his brown eyes. His lips dry; he let his tongue glide across them along with a dry cry of laughter.

“What a fool,” his head lowered on its own, closing his eyes. “Talking to my own reflection.”

He remained in that position a couple of minutes. Silence. Then a gasp.

Warm, tender hands brushed against his sides before completely circling around his waist, taking him into an embrace. His back was met with a broad torso that beat steadily to the warm breath at his neck. He felt a head rest upon his shoulder blade.

His eyes, wide open, darted quickly to the mirror and his lips parted.

“Jongin…?” He managed to whisper. “H-How?”

“You should have waited for me to come out from the shadows and surprise you before waking up, you idiot,” he muttered through a smile.

“But, how?” Kyungsoo’s eyes widened even more. “Did you hear everything?”

Jongin chuckled as an uninvited blush caressed his cheeks. He buried his face to the back of Kyungsoo’s neck and whispered.

“I’m here,” he pressed his lips softly against his skin. “I love you.”