Fireflies (A kaisoo fanfic)

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School was quite normal besides the whole 'new kid' ordeal. Although, many people had questions for me. I ignored every single one of them...but this one kid

Won't.

Fucking.

Stop.

I was in the last period of the day: mine was Bio chemistry. Guess who got stuck with the most annoying kid in the entire school?

"Come onnnnn soo~ Who's that kid that you were with all morning??? He's so hottt hook me upppp~"

Byun Baekhyun liked to take pleasure in annoying the fuck out of me. I always push him away, but somehow, he just pops up where ever I go.

"Yah, Byun. I'm trying to do my work? Can you lay off?" I groan, burying myself in my bio-chem textbook. Memorizing the molecular structure of glucose was never my thing.

Baekhyun pouted and laid his head on his desk, "Come on soo..." He looked at me like a dejected puppy, "Things haven't been working out with...Sehun and I. I need a distraction."

Baekhyun went through boyfriends quickly: if you asked for my opinion, I think he just has horrible taste in boys.

"Don't go near Jongin." I hiss, catching the attention of the teacher up front. He glares at me and I sink back in my chair.

Baekhyun smirks, sits back up and raises his arms up in defeat, "Ok ok, I'll back off from your boyfriend."

"He's not my boyfriend!" I groan in frustration. The bell rang, making me sigh in relief. I gather up my things and leave, Baekhyun bouncing behind me. To my surprise, Jongin was there. Waiting, I suppose. He was leaned against a few lockers, his bag on the floor. He looked up and saw me staring.

I walk over to him. What am I going to say? What do I do? I end up stumbling like a newborn fawn, tripping over myself. I widen my eyes, and my body tenses up.

I'm caught by a pair of arms that brought me into an embrace. Weird.

"Soo! Watch out!"

Jongin caught me. How embarrassing. I blush and fix my hair. Jongin inspects my face with worry.

"Are you ok, soo? No scratches, nothing?!" His hands brush past my cheeks, making me feel fuzzy.

"Ugh, I'm fine." I push him away from me. Baekhyun runs up to me and pinches my cheeks, worry also apparent.

"Kyungie~ be more careful, I don't want your pretty face bruised." Baekhyun pouted, making Jongin growl a little. Baekhyun takes notice and hides behind me, "Huuu, your boyfriend's scary!"

I chuckle a little, shooing Baekhyun away.

"Yah, Byun. Don't you have that date with Sehun or whatever that fuck's name is?"

"Fuck! Ahh!! Seeya later, Kyungie—" Baekhyun yelped, running towards the exit at the speed of light.

Eventually, the kids in the hallway cleared out, leaving both Jongin and I alone.

The tension in the air was thick enough to suffocate in.

"So..." I started off awkwardly.

Jongin looked away, blushing. He stayed silent, avoiding all eye contact with me.

"I'm sorry if you mistook me for someone...but I really don't know who—"

"Come home with me." Jongin grabbed my wrist, still avoiding eye contact.

"Wh-what?" I ask in confusion and nervousness. I've never been to anyone's house before.

"Come home with me. I want to show you something." He says more firmly, looking at me directly this time.

It took me a while to process what he said, before nodding yes, making him smile a little.

"Ok."

He takes my hand and intertwines his fingers with mine. It was a familiar touch, I couldn't quite figure out why it feels as if I've grown accustomed to it. He grins and we begin to walk to the front of the school. People gave us questioning stares, making me feel self conscious. We walk to where my bike is and he let go of my hand.

"You bike to this hellhole everyday?" Jongin chuckled as I unlock my bike from the bike rack.

"And you don't?" I smiled at him jokingly. I feel strangely comfortable with him.

"Well, walking isn't so bad." Jongin pouted as we began walking in the direction of his house.

The walk was about 5 minutes, he was right. We arrive at a beautiful, new two story house. I remember seeing this house being built on the way to school sometimes. The lawn was trimmed and the garden was already tended to. There were a few boxes on the front porch labeled 'outside' and 'for later use'.

Jongin fumbles for his key in his backpack. He pulls out a lanyard with his key attached to. He unlocks the door and we enter the house.

Almost everything was unpacked except for the boxes that had some silverware, pots, pans, and plates. Jongin sighed and walked over to a bookshelf, pulling out a leathery, worn out book.

"What's this?" I asked him, looking at him questioningly. He just glanced at me and opened the book.

Jongin began to read, his voice echoing in the spacious, modern style living room.

"And the as the wind sighed, the small bear cub sat, gazing at the unknown landscape. He asked the doe what this place was, to which the doe responded 'Home,'."

The story is familiar, giving me a longing feeling. I have to swallow it down in fear that I might start crying. The person I see in front of me does not fit his personality. Under that beanie, I see a soft boy, a bookworm with a timid personality. What is this?

"The cub shook his head, 'You told me that home is where the heart is. You're wrong, this isn't home.' The doe turns his head, 'Then where is your home?'." Jongin recites the last of this paragraph, "The cub scratched his fuzzy, round ear. 'My home is wherever you go. My heart is with you.' The doe sniffed the air in delight. 'Then I'm proud to say the same.'."

Jongin flips to the last page of the book, a glossy looking paper falling from the pages. He picked it up and handed me the paper. It was a picture of a smiling boy: it was me. I was sitting down in the picture, holding a faceless boy next to me. The picture was too faded to see any other part of the picture without the flash. Nostalgia overwhelmed me, leaving me with my mouth wide open.

I look back at Jongin, tears filling his eyes. He smiled sadly and hugged me as I stood still with shock.

"How did you-" I couldn't form words. Jongin held me tighter, making me melt and give in. I wrap my arms around him, pressing myself against him.

"Do you know how long I've wanted to see you again?" Jongin nuzzles my hair I felt something wet slipping down my cheek. I didn't realize that I started to sob, the hiccuping making my breathing erratic.

Jongin pulled away, taking another good look at me. I'm such a mess.

He grinned, tears finally falling down his face.

"We have a lot to catch up on, right hyung?"

I look back down at the picture I held. There was a description on the space under the picture.

Do Kyungsoo, 2001. Last day.