Yixing feels like his happy ending is with Jongin. But then again, there was no end when he's with Jongin.
They both had their past girlfriends and boyfriends, but in the end, they will always end up with each other, eating pizza to ease the heartbreak in Jongin's place. No one from his ex's owns a room in his heart as big as he has for the brown haired. He always compared their laughs to Jongin's, and Jongin always wins. He always prefer his melodic laugh. Not just how they laugh, but how they look like when they sleep, how their hair felt like under his fingers, how they hug him, Yixing will always compare them to Jongin's, but not saying it aloud. Not that he's not enjoying their company or their hugs, Yixing just prefer Kim Jongin's.
"What are you thinking about?" There goes his velvety voice. Yixing snaps out to reality as Jongin takes a seat next to him, full lips stretch into a charming smile. Ah, Jongin is way too pretty. Yixing often thank God for making a creature as pretty as Jongin, who's a form of art.
"You." He doesn't even think about it, he just blurted it out and it was the truth. "Me. Us." No, he didn't regret to say that one bit.
Jongin was clearly didn't expect that answer, blinking in confussion with his cheeks turning pink in embarassment, but flattered anyway. "What about us?" It feels good to say that. Us. It feels right.
"You're just. . ." Yixing trails off, facing his right where Jongin's staring at him with soft, brown eyes. Yixing loves his blushing face — especially when he's the cause. His brown locks were tousled, a straight-from-bed hair. He just woke up from his sleep when he feels a cold air next to him, hand blindly searching for a certain black haired male. Yixing loves how he looks like — a fresh, natural face from sleep. "How come you still
look beautiful when you just woke up?"
The pink in his cheeks darken then, almost red. "Ah, hyung!" He shoves the older lightly, grabbing the TV remote and turning it on. Yixing lets an amused chuckle escape his plump lips, shaking his head before goes to his feet, heading towards Jongin's bedroom to grab his phone. Jongin's lips form a frown, eyebrows furrowed as he watch Yixing's retreating back. "Where are you going?"
"Bedroom."
Yixing was lying on his stomach while scrolling through his instagram, liking Kyungsoo's cover of an indie song and he stops on a certain post — Chanyeol's post. There on the picture were Park Chanyeol himself with his recently dyed black hair, Junmyeon who's smiling a pained smile with the giant circling his arm around the older's neck, and Byun Baekhyun. Yixing's small smile from watching Kyungsoo sing his heart out fell when he sees the post. He notices the dark circle under his eyes, and though he's smiling, Yixing knows he's been crying. There was a hint of red in his eyes, but he still looks good, Yixing admits. Byun Baekhyun is an attractive man — a really attractive one actually. A gentleman, a mood lifter, has great taste in fashion, has a voice that can cure any sickness. And that's why Yixing asked him to be his boyfriend.
But he hurts Yixing. And that's why he left him.
He'd be lying if he said he didn't miss the younger because he really does. He miss his (sometimes lame) jokes, he miss his whines when Yixing's hands were too cold for him to hold, he miss hanging out with him. Sure, they're both trying to slowly fix what they have — not as a couple, but as close friends they once were. But he still miss the younger. He was pulled back out of his nostalgic moments with his former boyfriend when a weight was added on his lower back, making him lets out a 'Yah!' in protest.
"You still love him?" He heard a small voice asked beside his ear, warm breath fanning his left ear as Jongin leans down until he meets his ear. He was peeking at what Yixing's staring at for a long time over his shoulder and feel his heart drop when he realized what — or who he's staring at. He waits for the dimpled man's answer with a clenching feeling insude his chest, burying his face on his mop of black hair and breathe in his scent.
"No. But I do miss him as my friend." Jongin shouldn't be feeling happy about this, because who is he to claim Yixing is his? He's just a friend, a brother, Yixing's not his so he can love whoever he wants. Jongin knows what he's feeling towards the older, he's not in denial. But he doesn't know if he should make a move or not. He's too afraid to do something about it and Jongin curses himself for being a coward.
The younger male raises his head from where it was, lifting his body with his hands so Yixing can twist around. The chinese man is now lying on his back, a small smile grazing his delicate features. Jongin's breathing gets a little shaky then because how can he not? Zhang Yixing is sprawled under him with his killer dimpled smile, black hair tossed in every direction, with his warm, chocolaty eyes staring back at him. "Hey." His smile widens and Jongin tries so hard not to squeal at how adorable the older male sounded.
"You're so beautiful, marry me." He blurted out, too late to process it and too late to take it back. "You deserve to be loved and let me love you right and I just want to kiss you so much but I don't know if you'd let me and I had to hold myself back a lot of times because you just look so kissable and — sh*t I'm word vomitting, aren't I?"
Yixing, though his eyes were wide and blinking in surprise, laughs lightly before pulling the male above him to capture his lips into a sweet, loving kiss. Jongin does a victory dance internally as he kiss him back, slowly lowering himself down but careful not to crush the beauty beneath him with his weight.
"Yes." The brunette hears the chinese man said when they pull apart to breathe in air, frowning in confussion at what he means.
"Huh?"
"Yes, I will marry you, Jongin."
Jongin blinks as it slowly start to dawn on him, lips parting in surprise as he slowly break into a wide grin. "I love you." He peppers kisses all over the older's face, enjoying the latter squirming while trying to escape his hold, whining on how it tickles. But Jongin doesn't let him because hell, he's been waiting so long for this.
Zhang Yixing was never Kim Jongin's boyfriend. But they do belong to each other.
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vengeance ; kaixing
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