exomeme | part eighty

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"It's just—I'm really not so sure this is the look I'm going for," Jongin's saying, pulling a little at the spandex top Kyungsoo's put him in. Kyungsoo sits back in his chair and taps his pen against his pad, lower lip tucked under his top. He's thinking—Jongin can tell. Kyungsoo always wears that expression when he's contemplating a change with Jongin's outfit and Jongin knows better than to try and fucking argue when he makes that face. Kyungsoo's a cool customer when it comes to his work: he takes Golden Boy pretty fucking seriously. Almost more seriously than he takes Jongin sometimes.

"Yeah," he says finally, pushing his glasses back up his nose. "You're right. It makes you look too skinny." He erases something. "Skinnier than you already are, I mean."

I know, Jongin thinks. "Should I take this off?" is what he asks instead. Kyungsoo doesn't answer for a moment, the scratchy sound of pencil on paper the only noise in Kyungsoo's quiet little studio.

Jongin waits, curls his fingers under the hem of the top and lifts it just enough that he's flashing his bellybutton. He practices his best coy smile. No reaction.

"Kyungsoo?" he says finally.

"Mmm?" Kyungsoo jerks up. "What?"

Jongin sighs and pulls the shirt over his head. "Never mind."

"No, what?"

"I'm just—I've been out all night—"

"Yeah, I've been drawing all night," Kyungsoo says slowly. "New issue's due to my editor on Monday if I've got any hope of making changes in time for the Thursday hard deadline. And you—you're still running around the streets in a Halloween costume."

"Technically I'm not doing a lot of running," Jongin points out. "I'm just saying—can I have five minutes of your time? Maybe?"

Kyungsoo's face softens. "Yeah, of course. I'm sorry." He sets the pad on the table next to him and opens his arms. "Come here."

"Come here?" Jongin raises an eyebrow. "We've tried that before. I'll crush you. You come here."

Kyungsoo looks at his watch. "Look, I really—really have to get some work done. Can you settle for half an hour? I'll—I'll make it up to you after I get this in. I'll have a little more time." He gets to his feet. The chair slides out from underneath him and away, bumping against the desk with a hollow knock.

Jongin nods, lowers his hands to the snap of his jeans. Kyungsoo shakes his head and knocks his hands away to do it himself. Jongin likes this part—always has, loves it when Kyungsoo rucks his jeans down past his thighs, too impatient to wait for Jongin to kick them off before he's got a palm against Jongin's burgeoning erection. Jongin cranes his neck down to kiss Kyungsoo like he hasn't had a taste in weeks, tongue dragging against the roof of Kyungsoo's mouth in heavy, broad strokes until Kyungsoo bites on his lip to slow him down.

Jongin's the one with the disguise, the one who flies around Seoul at night to help keep the streets safe. Jongin's the one with the super powers, the one who stars in Kyungsoo's comic book as the real-life chronicles of Golden Boy.

But Kyungsoo's the one with the secret identity.

Kyungsoo's never told a soul that he's got an in with Golden Boy, that it's not because he stays up all night sketching and listening to the police scanner that he has his finger on the pulse of the city. Never admitted that he knows Golden Boy is actually Kim Jongin—you know the one, the sleepy-eyed kid that works at the coffee shop on the corner, the university drop-out who never draws attention to himself and certainly doesn't act like he's a fucking super hero. He's never let on to the fact that he gets the information straight from the source when Jongin comes home at daybreak and crawls into bed with him, murmuring sleepily into the crook of his neck until he falls asleep mid-word, mouth pressed into a pout that Kyungsoo can't help but claim with his own.

Kyungsoo's been hailed as a genius, the creator of the first genuinely popular, internationally-known Korean superhero—but Jongin and Kyungsoo are the only two souls alive that realize it's much more than just that. He's been the one in charge of crafting Jongin's image and helping him become a more professional super hero—something Jongin's all too happy to step aside and allow Kyungsoo the full freedom to do as he likes. He's the brains behind the operation. Kyungsoo's just the brawn.

Jongin leans forward against the desk, bracing himself on his forearms. Above him, Kyungsoo grunts—the sound of his own jeans flying across the floor as he kicks them off. His palms are rough, fingers calloused from hours of gripping pencils too tightly, trying to get the shading just so—

"Hey," he says, breaking Jongin's concentration. "Move the—move the pad aside, will you? I don't want you sweating on it like last time, it took forever to draw that. I don't have time to re-draw it before my deadline."

Jongin laughs at Kyungsoo's abrupt seriousness—it'd startled him the first time he'd snapped into it, but now Jongin knows it's nothing personal, just him—meticulous, organized. Conscientious. He slides it onto the floor with his chin. A moment later, two halves of a purple foil wrapper follow, fluttering gently to rest on top of Kyungsoo's latest sketch of Jongin. Jongin waits, hears the quiet snap of latex on skin as Kyungsoo rolls it the rest of the way down. His eyelids shutter, playing out the image in his head even though he's not watching it happen.

"You ready?" Kyungsoo murmurs. Jongin shivers—loves the way Kyungsoo's voice drops a full octave when it's just the two of them, when there's only a few inches of air separating their bodies. There's the telltale grind of the top drawer, the familiar opening click of a bottle. Jongin's memorized these sounds, can time them out to the second—first the gasping squeeze of the lube, the slick noises as Kyungsoo warms it between his palms.

"Mmm," Jongin agrees, burying his face in his bicep. He waits. Kyungsoo's very methodical about this part—everything else is up for grabs (he's even been coming around to Jongin's idea of fucking in mid-air, although he keeps insisting on a few test hand-jobs before he's ready to trust Jongin's flight for a full session). He's the only person who seems to remember that Jongin's—well, Jongin's not indestructible. He's still a person—a person capable of some truly incredible things, but he's not Superman. At the end of the day, Jongin's just as capable of getting hurt as anyone else.

Kyungsoo slips a finger inside Jongin and waits, lets the tension ease from Jongin before he pushes in another and crooks his fingers like he's gesturing for Jongin to come closer. Jongin groans, voice splitting.

"You alright?" Kyungsoo asks quietly. He always asks. Jongin nods and pushes back onto his hand.

"Yeah," he manages after a minute. "Feels good. Really good. Keep going."

Kyungsoo barely has a third finger inside Jongin before Jongin's panting, balanced on his forehead, a few beads of sweat trickling past his temples onto the desk (Kyungsoo'd been right about the sketch pad—he always was). Kyungsoo removes his hand, wipes it on the discarded spandex top (much to Jongin's satisfaction—he'd hated that fucking outfit) and before Jongin can take another breath, Kyungsoo's up on his toes, pushing inside of Jongin with one swift motion. Jongin clenches for a moment, fingers gripping the edge of the desk until he settles, feels Kyungsoo's hands skip up the terrace of his ribs to take hold of his shoulders, and he leans into it.

The noises Kyungsoo makes—these low, guttural moans that peter out just in time for him to slam back against Jongin, thighs slapping—Jongin thinks they're the best part for him, hearing how uninhibited Kyungsoo allows himself to be, only with Jongin. Only when they're alone—like this.

Kyungsoo comes with his teeth sunk into Jongin's back, plush lips covering the sting with slow kisses once the aftershocks slow and his hips stop working of their own volition (Jongin's sure he'll have a mark tomorrow). He's barely had time to reach around and pull Jongin to completion, too (again, using that stupid spandex top to clean up the mess) when there's a faint siren outside.

"Shit," Jongin says, still out of breath as he struggles to pull his jeans back on. "What could that possibly be now, don't these fucking criminals ever sleep—"

"Go," Kyungsoo says, voice rough. His face is still sweaty from exertion and his glasses keep slipping down his nose when he finally puts them back on. "I'll—I'll be here when you get back." He leans over and kisses Jongin's bare shoulder. "Be safe out there." Jongin pulls on one of his old uniforms he's got stashed around Kyungsoo's room, some ratty yellow thing he'd worn until Kyungsoo'd insisted on its permanent retirement.

"I always am," Jongin grins, freeing the window from its latch and pushing it open. The night air billows the curtains softly past his body as he climbs up, toes wrapped around the edge, and pushes off in flight.

unf

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i don't care for kaisoo but this was hot, gj anon! :* team panini woooo

not my favorite kai or soo ship either tbh tysm! :*** go panini <3

oh okay or the entire thing can be small because i fail at html -_____-

are you writernon who also wrote used to light up the dark? because of your title format i expected this to be kaibaek sobs small font is the way to go tbh

coughs ~~i might be~~ cough cough sorry coming down with something

lmao ily :*

lmao ilu2 :* sry for getting your hopes up (never enough kaibaek)

ia :( if kai goes to the finals will you write kaibaek :*

pleasepleaseplease

he'd better after all this tbh lmao u___u come on oppar hang in there
~~i have some wips i wrote earlier that i will continue yes~~

i hope so orz i don't want all your work to go to waste! ~~or my toops tbh~~ but i'm scared of that one last minute chanyeol anon and ray ge anons have been pretty consistent :(

~~omg yes anticipating~~

omg are you toop anon let me love you

i ammmmm cries IT IS MY ONLY SKILL

yes

:D

part eighty

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