05 August 2012 @ 01:33 am
home away from home ; xiusoo  
xiusoo; home away from home

posted this early because [livejournal.com profile] seafogs is just so naggy
this is a part of my drabble series. the rest of the drabbles will be posted soon.

minseok x kyungsoo; home away from home

for wayverly, i promised her one. (1,029 words)

(oooo look ninja!setao and slight krishan bc i can)

“remind me why we’re all sharing a room again”, minseok deadpans, eyeing his now-crowded shared bedroom with zitao after a little round trip to the bathroom. zitao is already there on minseok’s bed, limbs sprawling above the crumpled bedsheets, fiddling with his phone. kris is busy sitting on minseok’s dresser, coating his face with at least eleven different beauty products, and luhan is just being luhan, sitting on the floor all dressed in elephant-printed pajamas while hugging a bolster.

“our aircon broke down”, luhan states matter-of-factly. “and jongdae snores.”

“but where do i sleep.”

“i’ll lend them my bed”, zitao says, eyes fixated on his phone. a giggle comes soon after (minseok wonders if zitao is texting with sehun.) “since you probably won’t let them use yours.”

“and you’ll share your bed with me tonight, obviously”, zitao adds before minseok can retort. he sighs.

he has a lot in his mind tonight and all he wanted to do was to lay on bed and think them all out alone, but he doesn’t have the heart to say it.

half an hour later, they are all snuggled up inside their blankets. zitao gives him slight privacy by turning away from him and continues fiddling with his iphone. kris immediately cuddles with luhan under the sheets, gaining a little smile from the older before he snuggles into a comfortable position inside kris’ warm embrace. a series of rhythmic breathings follows not long after.

minseok watches them silently, sighing to himself. he tries to remember how it feels when kyungsoo’s arms envelope him back in time.

kyungsoo. kyungsoo is always tender touches, sweet smiles, and pure affection. he’s never good with words—he always fumbles with them—but minseok doesn’t mind. he’s perfectly fine with kyungsoo singing hushed lyrics to his ears than kyungsoo forcing himself to cite out lovely phrases. he’s also perfectly fine with kyungsoo tangling his fingers with his—every gap is a perfect fit—he’s perfectly fine with kyungsoo just communicating with touches and not words because kyungsoo is just kyungsoo and minseok understands.

(minseok thinks that everything is fine as long as he has kyungsoo by his side.)

we’re such star-crossed lovers, minseok remembers saying to kyungsoo that day. kyungsoo was mapping constellations on his back, and minseok closed his eyes at the sensation. do you think we’ll work out?

what do you mean? kyungsoo sing-sang, fingers still tracing circles on minseok’s back absentmindedly. minseok raised a brow, a little perplexed.

well, i’ll promote with the m members in china, when you and the k guys stay in korea. is this…relationship, between us, going to work out like that? minseok turned around, expecting to meet kyungsoo’s eyes, but kyungsoo had also turned flat on his back to face the ceiling.

star-crossed lovers, kyungsoo chuckled. minseok didn’t get how kyungsoo manage not to sound wary. that’s a beautiful way to put it.

minseok sighed before facing the ceiling as well, letting his eyes wonder on the monotonous white-painted surface. the reality is not as beautiful as its name, unfortunately.

kyungsoo hummed as a reply. minseok waited for him to continue, but no words came after that.

are we going to work out? minseok started. because i’m not planning to lose you.

a pause enveloped them before kyungsoo heaved out. you won’t.

minseok rolled closer to kyungsoo, burying his face on kyungsoo’s clothed chest because a part of him didn’t want kyungsoo to worry, yet another side of him didn’t want kyungsoo to blatantly show that he doesn’t care, either. because kyungsoo is important to minseok and minseok wants him to be beside him forever but their life is not a fairytale where they can always have happy endings and sweet kisses over a plate of pancakes.

(that but mostly because minseok didn’t want kyungsoo to see him cry.)

we have to do something, minseok murmured against kyungsoo’s shirt, and kyungsoo continued with ruffling the older’s hair. we have to do better than this.

what do you want me to do, kyungsoo asked.

and then minseok felt all melancholy, various emotions appearing in his mind. he knew this is ridiculous and sound a little selfish but minseok just couldn’t bear to imagine kyungsoo being with someone else, when he’s going to be miles away and timezones apart and whatever he’ll do, he wouldn’t be able to stop him.

i don’t know, i just—, minseok sighed. i love you. all i need from you is for you to love me back.

kyungsoo stopped running his fingers down minseok’s hair, all but pulling minseok closer in his arms. he tangled their limbs under the bedsheet, and the warmth kyungsoo radiated made a droplet of tear brim visibly on minseok’s eyes. kyungsoo buried his face on top of minseok’s head, inhaling the sweet scent of honey with a tinge of strawberries. silly, he said, and minseok’s heart twitched at what came after that. haven’t i been doing that all along?

minseok didn’t get how he could perfectly picture kyungsoo smiling.

(he cried on kyungsoo’s chest that night, and fell asleep with the sound of kyungsoo’s rhythmic breathing and the sweet promise the latter said before going to sleep.

everything will work out, i promise.)

a pellet of tear drops on minseok’s pillow, startling him from his train of thoughts. he has lived up to the promise kyungsoo made, the phrase acting like a spell when everything doesn’t feel right. because minseok knows that kyungsoo would strive and work for the best, and the unspoken commitment between them makes him want to do the same.

he suddenly hears a soft chuckle beside him—it turns out that zitao is still preoccupied with his phone. minseok peeks above zitao’s shoulder, and sees a line of goodnights and i love yous and another line of happy emojis. sehun.

minseok heaves out a shaky breath.

he falls asleep that night, to the sound of zitao’s soft breathing, and to his attempt to try and remember what kyungsoo’s chuckle sound like.