Dancing King

Chapter 22

Hey. I did a lot of writing over the weekend of the concert. But it wasn't for this lol. It was for something you guys are probably never seeing.

Guys. Guys guys guys. Meggs updated when it gets complicated again. With the Sulay chapter! If you've somehow never heard of it please go give it some love. I promise you won't regret it. It's a fantastic story.

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Yixing's POV

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Five missed calls. Twenty read text messages. That was all from just last night. Today he was silent, which worried me some. Was I too rash? Well, yeah, but did I actually scare him off? Maybe. I knew what I'd done was a bit stupid, but I also couldn't help myself. I'd wanted to do that since the very first time we hung out together. The feeling only grew the more time we spent together.

I wasn't stupid. I knew things were progressing very rapidly all of a sudden, almost spiraling beyond our control at this point. Feelings between us came naturally it seemed, with both of us holding back a storm within ourselves. I could see it in his eyes so very often. There was so much more lurking beneath the surface. So what was stopping us? I could hazard a guess, and it all caused some small part of me to twist. Was leaving this behind worth going back to a country that was merely a fuzzy memory?

"Yixing?" I glanced up at the sound of a voice that didn't belong to mom. I sat up fully as Jongin approached, arching an eyebrow at him. "What?" he asked, sitting on the edge of my bed, folding his hands over his lap. "The door was unlocked. I haven't gotten a chance to ask you how things have been going."

"They've been...going," I answered, drawing a knee up to my chest and wrapping my arms around it. "What do you want to say Jongin? That I've confessed and everything is all sunshine and rainbows. News flash. That works for dramas and only dramas. Real life is more complicated than that." Jongin held up his hands.

"I feel so attacked right now," he said. "I simply asked you how it was going. A simple it's good was all that was needed." He looked a bit like a kicked puppy, and a small amount of guilt built up in my chest.

"Sorry Nini," I apologized. "I'm confused. About everything. For the first time ever my concrete plans don't seem so concrete." He shot me a questioning look, but I shook my head. I didn't even fully know. There was no way one boy could have me changing my whole future, right? I pulled the locket out from under my shirt, opening it and studying the pictures inside. Junmyeon and I, looking the happiest I'd ever seen the two of us. If I remembered correctly we'd been together at the time. He could not control me. I tucked it away again. Jongin's gaze followed by fingers.

"If I may ask, is that from Junmyeon?" he asked innocently. "I've never seen it on you before now." I glanced down again.

"Yeah," I admitted. "It is. We swapped presents a couple nights ago. I got him a bear with my voice in it, he got me this locket. In both cases it's because I leave at the end of the year." Jongin simply stared. "What?" I asked him.

"It's just not like you to be so open with someone," he answered. "I'm not used to this side of you." I mulled his statement over, playing out a TV catalog's worth of situations in my head simultaneously. I wasn't going soft. Not for anything. Or anyone. I couldn't. I played with the chain around my neck. Jongin watched my fingers dance. "You really like him don't you?" he asked.

"No," I replied. "Yes. I don't know Jongin. I really don't anymore. I kissed him yesterday." That took a second to register. His eyes widened, but before he could utter a word I held up a hand. "I don't know Jongin," I repeated. "I just know he leaves me feeling tingly and weird. And... I'm gonna miss him when I move. Like, a lot. We barely knew anything about each other before now but damn it I want to now. I want to know all the little things that make him tick and foods he doesn't like and dreams he's had as a kid vs. them now and just..." I dragged in a breath while Jongin soaked that all in.