I'll Still Love You (Kaisoo Fanfic)

Chapter 17

Kyungsoo's POV

I almost jumped out of my skin when the door was flung open mercilessly, hitting the wall with a loud bang before swinging back. I stood up from my spot on the couch and rushed at the speed of light to Jongin's side when he walked in. His hair was disheveled and his tie wasn't even on properly anymore. I pried Jongin's jacket off him, my nose wrinkling when the strong smell of alcohol filled my nostrils and I felt sick.

"What made you drink when you have work tomorrow?" I mumbled more to myself. It wasn't like Jongin to be so careless when he had work the next day. I wrapped Jongin's arm around my shoulders, my other arm wrapped securely around his waist as I helped him to our bedroom.

I loosened Jongin's tie and started unbuttoning his shirt, unable to the fight the blush that creeped up on my cheeks because I was undressing my boyfriend. After a few minutes of struggling and mumbled curses, Jongin's alcohol scented shirt and pants lay in a heap somewhere in the room, leaving Jongin in only his boxers.

"Jongin," I whispered. "Did something happen today? You never drank on work nights." A bunch of incoherent words that I couldn't comprehend left Jongin's mouth. "What did you say?"

The room went silent for a few moments before I heard sniffling. "Don't leave me. I'm scared." Jongin's voice was barely above a whisper and I found it hard to understand anything he was saying through all of his sniffling. Nonetheless, I still hugged Jongin tightly and kissed away his tears.

"Why would I leave you? Care to tell me what happened?" I asked again, but Jongin didn't answer this time either. I sighed and ran my small hands up and down Jongin's spine, nuzzling into the crook of Jongin's neck and coaxing Jongin to stop crying. I thought I heard my heart shatter. This was probably the first time Jongin has ever cried in front of me, and seeing Jongin so fragile and weak hurt me so badly, because I liked when Jongin was being weird and sweet. It hurt to watch Jongin look so broken and shattered.

I sighed heavily again and couldn't help but worry. Jongin has never looked this fragile around me before, so it must've been something very serious for him to go all out like this. I just didn't know what it might be.

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Jongin was still asleep in our bed but I didn't have the heart to wake him up for work. He was obviously going to wake up with a hangover and he wasn't in the right condition to go to work today, so I left him to sleep while I got him some hangover soup ready.

As I was serving the soup into a bowl, Jongin came out of the bedroom, his bed hair making him adorable despite the fact that he looked like he had just come back from the dead. "Morning," I greeted. "How's your hangover? Does your head hurt? Or your stomach? Do you feel dizzy or anything?" Jongin just smiled and wrapped his arms around me, resting his forehead on my shoulder and I felt warm. I felt loved.

"You look so cute with an apron on," Jongin pointed out, and I felt him smile against my shoulder. I blushed, embarrassed.

"I just- I mean..." I trailed off, not really having anything to say, but it didn't seem like Jongin was expecting any type of answer, because it got silent after that, minus the sound of our synced breathing.

"I love you," Jongin suddenly confessed, and my breath hitched. This was the first time he had confessed such feelings so openly, and I had actually imagined the moment where we confessed to be romantic, not like this: Jongin just waking up and me looking like some little girl in the pink apron - Why did Jongin even own a pink apron to begin with?

Jongin must've sensed the hesitation in my voice, because he lifted his head and added, "You don't have to answer me right away. I can wait. I know it was a little rushed, wasn't it?" Jongin smiled, but the smile was strained. His eyes were filled with pain and sadness from the rejection, and I felt a strong guilt come over me.