Fucking D.O Kyungsoo

Chapter 2

"Good evening."

Jongin smiled, lightly bowing to the elderly woman on his way up the stairs, his fingers sliding gently over the rail as he made his way to the third floor of Sunhill Villa.

It had been exactly three weeks since he had made this ascent, and he was moderately pleased to be seeing the wide eyed boy again. He always appreciated people who called a second time - unless the dick in their personality was bigger than the one in their pants - because he knew that meant that his work had been appreciated and he wasn't losing his touch. Still, three weeks was rather recent. Three months, maybe six, that was how it normally went.

He chuckled to himself as he rang the doorbell of the apartment, he liked how this boy was so shy, yet so willing, two complete opposites put into the perfect mix of sexy and cute.

The door opened, revealing the small figure, and Jongin smiled down at him, his hand resting on the metal and pushing it open gently, as if prodding Kyungsoo to stop being shy and let him do his work.

Kyungsoo's eyes flitted over Jongin. Two weeks had felt too long.

Kyungsoo stepped away from the door, nodding a greeting to Jongin as the younger stepped inside, slipping off his shoes and walking to the middle of the small living room.

"You called me quickly, I hope this means you enjoyed it?"

Kyungsoo nodded, pursing his lips. He wanted to stare. He wanted to look at the tall figure in the loose sweater and collarbone that you could practically swim in, but he couldn't push away his shyness, his eyes fixed on the floor.

"I probably would've called you the next day if it wasn't so... Expensive."

Jongin laughed, stepping forward and grabbing Kyungsoo's arm in a rather bold move, jerking him to the couch, his arms wrapped around the other's shoulders as they sat together.

This was almost a complete breach of his own rules, it was close, and intimate, not in the way that sex was. It was more of a sign of love, and although every part of his being were screaming at him, telling him to let go and stop hugging the damn kid, his heart was completely unwilling to unwrap his arms.

Kyungsoo's eyes had managed to get even wider, Jongin's hand slipping over his hair as he was encased in the warmth of his body.

"Jongin, what-"

Jongin's hands shook slightly, and Kyungsoo could feel his body shivering as he pulled away almost immediately and the latter didn't get a chance to finish his sentence.

Jongin stood, staring down at Kyungsoo, his expression almost panicked.

Calm down. It was just a hug. It doesn't mean anything.

He took a deep breath, shaking his head.

"Should we get started?"

Kyungsoo's eyes scanned the other's for any signs of further panic, and he himself was incredibly scared that something might be happening, maybe Jongin had a medical history or some kind of disease, or maybe Kyungsoo was so incredibly repulsive, despite the three showers he took previously that day, and Jongin couldn't bear the feeling of being close to him.

Nevertheless, he bent over, pushing Kyungsoo back onto the couch and laying him down, his hands sliding gingerly over his shoulders and up to his cheek, only for him to pull away, tugging Kyungsoo's pants off, and stripping himself. Not too intimate.

Although Kyungsoo had already seen it once before, the unveiling of Jongin's skin still took his breath away, the lightly tanned figure nothing less than perfect.