riots (ao3)
Kai puts in another late night in the practice room and Kyungsoo hangs around to keep him company.
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Joonmyun calls an end to the night's dance practice and the group filters out of the practice room, collecting their things and heading back to their dorm. Jongin waves them off, preferring to stay a bit longer and put in a bit more time. It's habit more than necessity by now, the routines so engrained into him that he could probably do them in his sleep, but he likes the solo practice time. It's a relaxation thing for him. As he goes through the movements, he can turn his brain off, focus on nothing but the timing, the stretch of his limbs. It's the only way he knows how to unwind.
When he turns around again, he's surprised to see Kyungsoo still standing in the door way. The over-sized dark shirt he wears hangs off his small frame, exposing his collar-bones and he smiles at Jongin. "Shouldn't you be getting back to the dorms?" Jongin asks curiously.
He reaches for his water bottle and Kyungsoo wrinkles his nose up at him. "We're alone," he points out, taking a few steps forward. His big eyes are dark with mischief. "You don't think we should take advantage of that?" Jongin laughs and shakes his head.
It was amazing, seeing the way Kyungsoo had adapted to being in the group. At their debut, he had been so quiet and awkward, looking bug-eyed and slightly terrified by their new-found fame. Slowly, his confidence grew, and Jongin watched as he went from trying to disappear to embracing it, all bright smiles and fan-service. It kind of delighted Jongin. The guy who stands before him now, dark promises in his eyes, he is someone else entirely. Kyungsoo has grown up.
Jongin likes it. Kyungsoo holds out his arms and Jongin lets the water bottle slip from his fingers. It hits the ground with an audible snap as he obediently wraps his arms around Kyungsoo. He's kind of irresistible like this, head quirked up expectantly and a playful smile on his lips. Jongin tips his head down and fits his mouth to Kyungsoo's, making a low noise in the back of his throat as Kyungsoo wraps firm hands around his biceps.
When he pulls away, Kyungsoo swipes a tongue across his bottom lip and pushes, driving Jongin back until his shoulders hit the mirrored wall. Jongin laughs and jostles Kyungsoo in return. "No wasting time," he says softly, and Kyungsoo beams up at him, pleased. He tugs at Jongin's shirt, fingers tight in the damp material and Jongin kisses him again.
Kyungsoo kisses like he does everything else, awkwardly, but with enthusiasm. He lets Jongin curl a hand around the back of his neck as he licks into Jongin's mouth, digging his nails into Jongin's chest. He refuses to let go until Jongin nudges at him. "You know," he tells Kyungsoo, a little out of breath. "I don't think breathing counts as time-wasting."
"Sorry, sorry," Kyungsoo ducks his head, flushing a little and laughing. When he looks up again, though, there's no embarrassment in his eyes, just a kind of hopeful expectation. Jongin slides his hands up under the hem of Kyungsoo's shirt, fingertips skimming across warm skin as he bends to nip at Kyungsoo's collarbones.
Kyungsoo has a point, Jongin knows. The moments they have to each other are few and far between, and they need to take advantage. Kyungsoo is making little happy noises as he drags his hands down Jongin's back, leaning into Jongin's touch. "Your shirt is still on," he tells Jongin impatiently, and Jongin snorts.
"So is yours," he points out, but he decides to fix that himself. He tugs Kyungsoo's shirt up over his head and tosses it aside, taking a second to take in the sight.
Kyungsoo hunches his shoulders and makes a face, and Jongin can see the goosebumps rising on his skin. "You too," he insists, and Jongin obliges. Kyungsoo's pleased little smile is reward enough, even if the mirror is cold against his back. Kyungsoo presses his fingertips into Jongin's hips, walks his hands up his flat stomach and then looks up at him, grinning.
