Jongin gnaws on his bottom lips, back leaning against the headboard with his dark brows furrowed as he thinks deeply. He was tired, not to mention sleepy — he almost fell asleep when he walked to his room from his studio — but once he hit the bed, sleep won't take him away. He just can't sleep despite how tired he's feeling. The bed beside him is occupied by his already in deep sleep roomate, Kim Junmyeon, hugging a pillow to his chest and back facing Jongin. The tanned man ponders about what could make him sleep. He decided to go outside of the room and head towards the kitchen instead, having an urge to make some hot milk tea. Maybe the warmth will luls him to sleep, or maybe he will get tired making it and will end up sleeping on the floor.
Rubbing his eyes in tiredness, Jongin perks up when he hears noises coming from the kitchen. The same room he was heading to. Curious, he takes steps forward with a frown attached on his face until he reach the room. He blinks in surprise when he sees what's — who's inside. "Xing Hyung?" It's the third day since the chinese male came back to their dorm in Korea, so seeing the older was kind of a surprise. Jongin's still not used to it and not in a bad way.
Yixing has his black roots looking unruly, his eyes a little droppy but still shines bright under the dim light. He was wearing his blank black t-shirt and a pair of dark green flannel pajama pants. Jongin's torn between wanting to hug the life out of him or be hugged by the older. "Hey, Jongin-ah. Can't sleep?"
Jongin nods as an answer, lips almost forming a frown. Yixing lets out a fond smile as he takes a sip of his tea, "Want some?"
Jongin doesn't look at Yixing's face, he was busy staring at his hands. Not many people may have noticed it but Yixing's hands are so pretty. He loves to just watch them do something — especially when he's playing the guitar or piano. He loves how his fingers dance along the instrument. They were as beautiful as the piece.
"Hm," he hums, nodding his head lightly when he remembers Yixing asked him a question. He almost forgot his purpose here; to make some hot milk tea for himself. Even when he remembers, he makes no moves to make it. Instead, he sits at one of the stools in the kitchen and watch the older drinking the hot liquid, his forearm looking strog and veiny and Jongin just doesn't want to stop watching him. He watch the way his bones moves in a slightest bit, the way his pretty fingers curl around the glass, almost everything to the point where it's almost creepy.
"I'm going to bed. Goodnight, Jongin-ah." His heart drop at the farewell as the older approach him with a sleepy smile, dimple prominent. He leans down to match his level and land a kiss on his temple, and Jongin bites on his lower lip to stop a giddy smile from taking over his features. But then he frowns again when the older turn around and head towards his room — well, shared room. But Kyungsoo is staying in his parents' house so he got the room all for himself. Jongin pouts with shoulders slumped when the chinese male is out of sight, a soft click can be heard. Now what is he going to do? Wait for sleep to come in the cold kitchen or go back to his bed and force himself to sleep?
But Yixing's hands though. He miss holding them.
And so an idea popped into his head. He's gonna do something he's been wanting to do. He stand on his feet with a small, excited smile grazing his face as he step towards his hyung's room. He doesn't even bother to knock, he just softly opens the door and peek in from the small gap he made, only to find the older sleeping with his arm drape over his eyes, chest heaving up and down. If it's even possible Jongin's eyes just got more brighter as he walks towards the bed, laying himself next to the older. His hands went around the older's torso as he curl himself to him, seeking comfort and warmth. He lets out a satisfied smile when he feels comfortable enough, him curling next to Zhang Yixing with his head on the crook of his neck.
He feels the older flinch a bit at the unexpected contact, and he sees as the older raises his arm to see who's clinging themselves on him. His dark, sleepy eyes that Jongin often found himself drown into found his equally dark ones, pupils dilating in recognition. "Jongin?"
"I miss you, hyung." The sound was small, muffled, but genuine. Jongin lets out a satisfied sigh before leaning his body closer to the older, hugging him tight sideways.
Yixing's lips form a smile, hand lifting to caress the younger's hair softly, threading his fingers into them. Jongin smiles widely, he miss this. He miss his hands on him. He miss Yixing's embrace. He miss Yixing. "I miss you too."
"You're not gonna leave me again, aren't you?"
Yixing doesn't answer, because he knows if he says yes then it would be a lie. Not that he doesn't hate leaving the younger boy behind. He prefers staying with him instead and shower him his affections that he knows the younger loves, and he gladly return it. But he has a solo career now, he has to fly across the sea. So instead of answering, he pulls away a little. Jongin blink in surprise, scared that the older doesn't want him. But then the chinese male connect their foreheads with a smile painted on his face, stroking the younger's cheek with his thumb.
No words were thrown, but Jongin knows what he's saying. He knows tht Yixing will leave, again, but he will always comeback. And he's not leaving him, he's just away for work. And that's understandable. It's not like he's the one who sets his schedule, the company has it all done.
"Hyung, I'm gonna marry you someday." Yixing's eyebrow rose up in both amusment and surprise at this. They're not even a couple, yet here they are. "We'll be the coolest parents ever."
"Really?" Jongin nods enthusiastically and Yixing wants nothing more than to kiss the life out of him because Kim Jongin just look so, fcking, adorable. "You will?" His thumb hasn't stop stroking his cheek, and Jongin doesn't mind.
"Of course I will!" He bites his lower lip for the nth time that day before making his mind. He reach for the older's lips and land their lips together to a short peck, and Yixing wants to coo at how endearing that is, even if it was just a peck. Lips to lips. No tongue, no teeth, just a brief peck. Yet that's what makes it endearing. And the fact that it's their first kiss to each other just makes it more special and can't be forgotten.
"Will you marry me?" Jongin asked when he pulled away, watching the way Yixing's lips stretch into a fond smile. Mix of emotions swimming in his brown orbs, the most prominent one is his loving gaze directed to the younger, and Jongin has the urge to brag about to it to his bandmates. About how he is Yixing's favorite.
"That depends though." Jongin's face drop at his reply. "Will you marry me?" his teasing but loving smile was back again on his face, and Jongin smack his shoulder lightly.
"Of course I will!" A chuckle pass between the older's lips as he craddles the younger closer to him, inhaling his scent. "I love you, hyung." His cheeks were red when he finally confessed to his favorite hyung, and he's glad his face was buried on the crook of his neck so the older can't see his cheeks. It was his first time confessing, and it was under the blanket and through small whispers, legs tangled together with no distance visible between them, the moon witnessing their confession.
"Wǒ yě ài nǐ."
"I don't speak Japanese but I know you love
me too."
"That's chinese, Jongin."
"I'm sleepy, okay?"
Jongin felt complete.
