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Title: Dream of Reality

Pairing: Kaisoo

Genre: Romance, Fluff

Length: Oneshot

Summary: There is a superstar named Kai and Do Kyungsoo is his fans. There are some weird things happen and Kyungsoo finds himself in the idol’s house. Is this a dream? Or is this a reality?














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It’s an empty land and Kyungsoo frowns. He doesn’t know where this is or how does he get here. This is seriously confusing to him.

“Uh, anyone here?” He calls, walking along the shore of the empty beach before yelping when his leg trips on something. “What is—”

A lamp. The magic lamp like the one in the tale. Kyungsoo grabs the lamp and the dusty thing makes him cringes. He rubs the side of the lamp and a swish sound of something coming out from the lamp is heard. A genie...?

“Who are you?” Kyungsoo asks to the genie-like man in front of him. It is creepy on how the genie-man is smiling so sweetly to him. Kyungsoo blinks his innocent eyes.

“I’m your genie, Do Kyungsoo. And I will be giving you two wishes.”

“Two wishes? Really?” Kyungsoo asks in happiness, palms clasp together in front of his chest.

The genie nods, eyes rolling in the manner of ‘obviously’ and Kyungsoo is giggling to himself. He thinks of so many possible wishes he can wish to the genie and Kyungsoo frowns.

“I think I have the first wish, Genie Uncle!”

“What is it? And I’m not your uncle,” the genie frowns. Kyungsoo stares up hopefully to the genie.

“I want to meet the superstar Kai! Kim Jongin!” Kyungsoo squeals. Just thinking about the idol’s handsome face is melting his heart.

The genie glances at him skeptically before breaking out into a grin. “Really? That’s it?”

“Yes!”

“Sure then... Your wish is my command.”

“And—RING. RING. RING.”




***




RING. RING. RING.

Opening his eyes at the sound of his alarm ringing, Kyungsoo stares at the low ceiling hanging by the top of his small apartment. His lips break into a grin at the thought of his dream and he chuckles.

“It’s so real, the dream.” Kyungsoo mutters to himself and then rises up from his bed. His eyes catch the sight of his forever-lovely poster hanging by the wall across his small bed. A wide smile creeps onto his heart-shaped lips and he sighs dreamily.

“Ah, just look at how charming he is,” mumbled Kyungsoo while removing the tangled blanket from his legs. He crawls across the bed; Kyungsoo has the sudden urge to stare at his idol from up close, before his right leg is caught in the still-tangled blanket.

Oh, he is tripped. Yup, his face will be meeting the floor soon.

“Aaaahhhhhh!!!”



***




Jongin ignores the continuous calling of his name by the front door of the apartment building down there. Grumbling in annoyance to himself, he steps out from his t-shirt and boxer, before getting into the shower. The warm water runs down his sculpted body as he recalls yesterday’s incident.

“Jongin, how could you do that!?”

“Why are you doing this, Jongin? You have responsibility!”

Jongin pants, chest heaving up and down as he still can feel the cracking sound of that person’s nose against his hurting fist.

“I don’t care! That fucker—”

“He may be your rival but you can’t just hit him out of the blue!” His manager scolds him. Jongin scoffs, his knuckles turn white as he grips onto his fists tightly. He is so mad for God’s sake.



“Kim Jongin, come to my office.” Jongin hears the CEO’s voice calling for him. Gulping his saliva, Jongin steps into the said office before taking a seat across the man.

“I don’t want to ask why you did that, not now. But you hit him in front of everyone and you can imagine just how happy the paparazzi are with the shocking news. You will have no schedule for the next two weeks. We will clear this problem before you can continue working again. No communication, give me your phone. Your manager won’t be with you. You are staying in your house for two weeks and I don’t want to hear any word from you or the news of you trying to get out from your place.”




Punching the wall angrily, Jongin huffs and rubs his face in distress. He can’t believe this. He is locked in his own house without being able to call anyone or having an opportunity to get out, looking at the number of journalists by the front of his apartment.

He stops the water and grabs the towel hanging on the handle. The whole thing is making him dizzy. Jongin walks to his room, grabbing the new boxer lying on his bed. His left leg steps into the boxer when he hears something weird.

It sounds so far away but it feels close.



...aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



Jongin glances up to the ceiling where he hears the sound is coming from and then, much to his surprise, he sees a sudden black hole opening up on his ceiling before the sound is getting clearer and then... a person.

A person is falling down from the black hole and lands on top of his bed.

Jongin freezes and the person frowns.

Both of them are staring at each other, as the person’s gaze goes down to... Jongin’s crotch; his right leg is up in the air as it’s still hanging from the boxer.

With a deep breath, Jongin screams his lungs out, followed by the person on his bed.



***




Jongin sits by the end of his couch (fully clothed this time, thanks God); with the person sitting across him by the end of the other couch. There is this gap between them and no one dares to talk.

The silence is so thick that Jongin can hear the person in pajamas is gulping his saliva.



“So—” “Um,”



Jongin freezes when the person lifts his head and glances at him. He clears his throat; he is an idol for God’s sake. Just because he is locked in his house doesn’t mean he grows into a coward.

“So, who are you? Why are you here? How come you fall from my ceiling?”

The person flinches at each question before bowing his head down. “U-Uh, m-my name is Do Kyungsoo and I’m t-twenty two this year! And I live at the Gyeonggi-do and m-my place is so small and I work at the small convenience store owned by the nice ahjumma who is also my neighbor and I-I don’t know how come I’m here but I just wake up from my sleep and then I tripped by my blanket I think and then I think I fall down but then the impact is taking time too long and I find myself falling on your bed and then I’m also your f-f-fans! I’m fans of you, Kai! I-I- Nice to meet you!”

Jongin blinks at the long rant before taking a deep breath, as if trying to calm himself and makes his mind to believe all this.

“You are my fans?” Jongin questions, earning an excited nod from Kyungsoo.

Okay, this is ridiculous. This is clearly unbelievable.

“Is this a hidden camera? I’m not getting tricked, right?” Jongin mutters.

But there is no way a hidden camera will be installed in his house. No one can get in here. Even his manager doesn’t even contact him since yesterday. And he clearly sees it with his own eyes that this Kyungsoo comes out from his ceiling. This is crazy but Jongin has to believe that.

“Okay, so, Kyungsoo, isn’t it?”

“Y-Yes!”

“I would like to help you get back to your place, but as you can see in the news, I’m under punishment from my company and I can’t get myself out from this place for the next two weeks. I will let you stay here... but it’s not free.”

“Y-Yes?”

“Can you cook? Clean? Any other thing?”

At Kyungsoo’s affirmative nod, Jongin holds back a small grin.



***




“I want this house to be cleaned and I demand breakfast, lunch, and also dinner.”

Kyungsoo nods his head, eyes following every move his idol makes. He still can’t believe this but he is here! In Kai’s house! In the superstar Kim Jongin’s house! And there are only the two of them!

This is clearly a dream then. But Kyungsoo is conscious. Then what?



“Hey,” Jongin calls. Kyungsoo whips his head around and squeaks a “Yes!”

“It’s kind of late for a breakfast but I’m hungry. Can you make me some food?” He questions, sitting down on the chair by the dining table. Kyungsoo nods his head; this is his specialty for living alone in years.

“What would you like, Jongin-ssi?”

Jongin leans back on his seat. “Anything’s fine. Just don’t too spicy. You can pick up anything in the freezer, if there is any.”

Fingers shaking in nervousness, Kyungsoo walks towards the expensive freezer. It’s so big and shining; the silver color is letting him see his reflection. There are only a few veggies and a couple of eggs.

“W-Will vegetables omelet fine for you?” He asks quietly. Kyungoo shivers, this is not him. He is a very lively boy and being around his idol makes him unbelievably quiet.

“Yeah. Go ahead.”

Tiptoeing to the counter, Kyungsoo places every single object in his hands before grabbing onto the nearest apron hanging on the chair. He will not risk of getting Jongin’s shirt (which is being lent to him because he appears out of nowhere still with his pajamas) and Jongin’s trousers (which are too long and big for him but he manages to wear them anyway, or he will be pant less) to get dirty.

Staring at the stove, Kyungsoo gulps. Call him a coward and stupid, but he really doesn’t know.

“Um... how to u-use this?” He points to the electric stove. Jongin stares at him with eyes ‘are you freaking serious’.

“You are kidding me.”

“Um, no, Jongin-ssi. B-But how do I use this? I mean, I don’t see any metal and there is no switch for it...”

With a desperate sigh, Jongin gets up from the chair and walks closer. “You are seriously weird,” he mutters under his breath, before pressing the button on the touch-screen. Kyungsoo lets out an amazed sound from his mouth and claps his hands.

“It’s amazing!”

Jongin’s lips twitch in half-annoyance and he stares at him like he is mad. Rolling his eyes, Jongin goes back to his chair. He will not let this stranger burn down his kitchen (or in this case, his apartment).



It’s quiet fascinating to see this stranger cutting down the veggies and pouring the scrambled eggs into the warm pan. His hands look like they have been doing this for years (which is true) and Jongin can never do anything like that; cracking the eggs with one hand, Jongin has to learn it someday.

When the smell of cooked eggs is filling the kitchen, Jongin feels his stomach grumbles for attention. He pats down his belly and silently tells it to be patient, food is coming.

Kyungsoo presses the button of the touch-screen on the stove to stop the electric fire and when it is gone, he claps his hands once again. This kind of technology will forever amaze him.

“Here, hope you like it. I’m sorry but this is all I can find,” Kyungsoo places a plate with steaming omelet in front of him. Jongin takes a sniff of the smell and he grins. “Yeah, it’s fine. I hope you don’t poison me.”

“I will never! I’m your true fans!” Kyungsoo exclaims as he fidgets with the long sleeve of the shirt (courtesy of Kim Jongin).

Cutting the omelet, Jongin stares hopefully I hope this is edible, the smell is good so please let it taste good too before putting it into his mouth.

Holding himself back from screaming, Jongin grabs for the glass of water and quickly drinks it down. Kyungsoo grows nervous from the sudden act, “Oh my God. Is it that bad? But it shouldn’t be, I have been eating this for ten years...”

Jongin takes a deep breath. My God, this is really delicious. How could a simple omelet taste better than the expensive dish I had last week?

“No, it’s fine. It’s nice,” Jongin says after clearing his throat. Kyungsoo sighs before watching him continue eating.

But, hey, he is eating my food. My idol is eating my food. Is this really happening?

“I want you to,” Jongin starts before stopping to swallow the remaining food in his mouth before continuing; Kyungsoo watches with a nod, “cook me like this again. I’m telling you this is really good.”

At Kyungsoo’s big shining eyes, Jongin knows he says something right. He could not let his fans down, right?

“And now, with the rules.” Jongin pushes the empty plate away. “You can sit down.”

Sitting down on the chair across Jongin, Kyungsoo waits.

“So, as you know, I’m on a very short ‘hiatus’ because, you know, you have seen me in the news, don’t you? About what I did?”

“I, yes, I heard about that.” Kyungsoo remembers listening to the news on the small radio he has in the corner of his kitchen. He is so surprised to hear that.

“Now, I won’t be able to go out of this house, because the journalists are out there, waiting to see the glimpse of my face and I don’t want that. I will be trapped in my own house for two weeks, but now as you can see; my freezer is kind of empty, right?”

At Kyungsoo’s nod, Jongin continues. “I need you to go and buy the groceries.”

Kyungsoo gulps the saliva down his throat, Jongin catches it and he has the slight thought of it being cute before he quickly pushes the thought away. “Why? You can’t do that?”

“I can, but... how do I get out from here? And I also don’t really know the city.”

City, Jongin thought. Just from where this kid comes? Rural?

“There is a minimarket around here. It’s a bit confusing but if you just follow my direction you will find it. Now the thing to hide you from the journalists’ eyes...” Jongin mutters the last part, before flicking his fingers.

“You need some disguise.”



Kyungsoo rubs the itching scarf away from his nose as Jongin puts down the last coat onto his hand. “Here is my card, and here is the list. Buy everything no matter the price. I have money.”

Nodding his head obediently, Kyungsoo makes his way to the front door, wearing Jongin’s smallest shoes that they can find. Jongin tells him the plan and Kyungsoo repeats the words in his mind continuously.

He hides behind the pillar just a few meters from the glass door of the building. It’s nice to know that they are forbidden to go to Jongin’s apartment floor. The security is doing his job well. Now to distract them...

With the sunglasses Jongin gives him before, Kyungsoo takes a deep breath before opening his mouth. “Kai is going to the basement!!!”

It’s in this kind of opportunity that Kyungsoo is grateful for his midget-like body. He hears the excited footsteps running away from there and soon as he hears no more sound, Kyungsoo pokes his head out from behind the pillar. He sighs, it’s empty for sure.

Running towards the glass door, Kyungsoo quickly makes his way with the direction of Jongin’s voice in his mind. He just hopes he won’t be lost later.



It’s another twenty minutes when Kyungsoo gets back to the building with bags of groceries in his hands. Peeking through the empty streets (it’s kind of weird, haven’t they get back from the basement?), Kyungsoo sighs in relief as he can only see two tired journalists who are sitting up against the wall, completely not seeing him.

Kyungsoo presses the bell to Jongin’s door and as the idol carefully opens the door, Kyungsoo shuffles in with the groceries bags. He hands the credit card back to Jongin and bows his body thankfully (don’t ask him why he does that, it’s out of habit). Jongin nods his head and gets through the groceries, before telling him to put everything into the kitchen.



It’s evening and Kyungsoo finds himself once again standing in the kitchen, cooking for his one and only idol. He can make a more proper food now, seeing he has gone out and scares the journalists away.

Jongin compliments him with the foods again and Kyungsoo feels his body flutters up in the air. Getting a compliment from your role model is clearly something new. The dishes are washed and stacked up to be dried before finally Jongin shows him the bathroom to shower.

The door closes and Kyungsoo clutches the towel as he glances around the luxurious bathroom. And the shower...

“H-How to,” Kyungsoo mutters to himself, fingers touching the silver shower before retreating back as if the touch burn his hand. He has to find out.

Putting the towel aside, Kyungsoo turns the tap with red mark and he shrieks when the hot water runs down his head. He is sure his scream is heard to the living room where Jongin is staying right at the moment, before quickly turns back the tap, but his fingers get caught onto the blue tap and the freezing water washes down onto him.

The door is opened in a slam before Jongin hurries to him, asking him what is happening until he has to scream a bloody voice. Jongin stops by the shower and stops any water and it automatically stops Kyungsoo from screaming.

“What do you think you are doing?” Jongin snaps in half-annoyance to the drenched Kyungsoo. Getting into this kind of situation and having your idol scolds you is not Kyungsoo’s ideal image of how he will be meeting Jongin.

But unfortunately, it’s kind of amusing before Jongin sighs and chuckles at his drenched sight.

“Seriously... I don’t believe it when you say you don’t know how to use the stove, but now seeing you like this is forcing me to believe everything.”

Kyungsoo blinks the water away from his eyes and sends Jongin one guilty smile. The idol sighs and hands him the towel. “Here, let me show you how it works,”

Turns out Kim Jongin is really the best idol Kyungsoo has ever known.



Kyungsoo shifts on the couch, tugging the blanket up to his neck. It has been a very long day but he can’t find sleep coming to him. This is just so unbelievable. First, he is arrived to his idol’s house, not to mention from the ceiling, and then he gets to live here for the entire two weeks since the idol can’t get out from here. Kyungsoo is too clueless to know how to get back or what. Being a villager is having a lot of disadvantages and this is the one.

But well, who gets to live with his role model even though it’s just for two weeks? Kyungsoo does.



***




It’s exactly seven days even since Kyungsoo lands from his ceiling to his bed. And Jongin loves his foods. His hands are magic, seriously.

He gets to eat delicious foods everyday and all thanks to Kyungsoo. That kid also knows how to clean his house. This is the kind of person that Jongin needs, not someone like—stop it, Jongin despises them.

Jongin gets to know Kyungsoo more. He finds out that the shorter male is truly his fans and he is very, very outdated. Like, who doesn’t understand how to use touch screen? Right, Kyungsoo does.

It is in the middle of midnight when Jongin steps out from his bed and walks towards the kitchen for a glass of water. His throat is dry from the oily sauce they have from their dinner. He gulps down the water in one shot before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

He is walking pass the living room when he glances at Kyungsoo who is sleeping on the couch and he catches the sight of his back trembles. Jongin frowns and rubs his upper arms; it’s kind of cold here.

Biting his lower lip, Jongin watches Kyungsoo shivers before small snores leaving his mouth. With a sigh, he walks back into his room, not without stealing a few more glances at the person on the couch.



Jongin sleeps until late and it is already lunch time when he wakes up. He rubs his eyes while walking out from his room, mouth opening up into a wide yawn. He finds Kyungsoo by the kitchen making him lunch. He remembers the sight he sees last night but then shrugs it off when Kyungsoo presents him another plate of delicious food. His mouth waters and he instantly digs in.

Kyungsoo leaves him alone to finish folding his clothes by the laundry room. Jongin faintly hears him sneezing but his mind keeps on telling him that it might be his imagination.

Jongin takes a bath and heads to the living room when he is done, only to find the sneezing Kyungsoo is walking out from his room after putting down the folded laundry in his wardrobe.

“You okay?” The question is out from Jongin’s mouth without being able to be held back. Kyungsoo stops hitting his lower back (what’s with his back now) and sends him a smile.

“Yes, I think I just sprain my back last night. The weather is also not predictable, with it suddenly beings so cold last night...” He says, now wiping his nose with a sheet of tissues. Jongin frowns, yeah, it is indeed cold last night. Even now is so cold for him.

“I will clean the bathroom now, Jongin-ssi,” and with that Kyungsoo excuses himself. Jongin continues to frown.



Night comes and Jongin remains in the kitchen even though Kyungsoo has already finished with the dirty dishes and by now maybe preparing himself for the ‘bed’. Jongin curses under his breath before walking to the living room, where Kyungsoo is unfolding the blanket.

“Hey,”

“Yes? Do you need something?” Kyungsoo asks him, eyes staring up at Jongin.

Jongin bites his lip. “Come sleep with me.”

At Kyungsoo’s silent answer, Jongin blushes and splutters, “N-Not that way! I mean, come sleep with me on my bed, shit, it comes out wrong too, I mean... sleep on the bed, and not on the couch.”

Kyungsoo blinks his wide eyes. Jongin simply stares.

“No, it’s fine, I can sleep here... but why?” Kyungsoo asks him.

Jongin clears his throat. “It’s cold. I watch the news that the weather will be unpredictable and it seems that the couch is really uncomfortable to sleep on.”

“Um... is that fine?” Kyungsoo asks silently, eyes searching for answer. Jongin avoids his eyes and nods.

“Yeah. Come on.”

Kyungsoo nods his head, “If it’s okay with you...” He whispers, before grabbing the jacket Jongin lends him.



They settle down on the bed, eyes trained on the ceiling where Kyungsoo appears from and no one is able to sleep even though it’s already in the middle of the night. Who will sleep when there is someone else by your side, on your bed?

Jongin shakes his head, he makes this decision. He can’t be that cruel to know that Kyungsoo is cold and hurting from sleeping on the couch and just do nothing about it. Sighing, Jongin turns to right to lie on his side, at the same time Kyungsoo does the same to the left.

Their eyes met and Jongin holds himself back from turning away and avoid Kyungsoo fully. Instead, he opens his mouth and speaks a question.

“How do you end up being my fans?”

Kyungsoo is taken aback with the sudden question before he sends Jongin an innocent smile. He trails his fingers on the cover and making random circles; Jongin’s eyes following the gesture.

“I’m an orphan. I stayed on the orphanage for years until I finally made a decision to live by myself. At that time, I was working for a small shop far away from my apartment for a few years already. But suddenly the boss fired me without any reason and I was left with no job and I was so devastated at that time. I was walking back to my apartment at that day when I passed the electronic shop and it was the first time I knew you. Your song was being played and it was so beautiful. I heard you voice for the first time and I could hear your sincerity while singing and it seriously brought me back up, and I got the hope to start everything over.”

Jongin watches as Kyungsoo smiles at the memory and he has the urge to follow the gesture but Jongin stops himself from doing so. Kyungsoo locks his gaze on the crease of the cover under his fingers while telling the story before lifting his gaze and stares at Jongin.

“So, thank you. Finally I have the chance to say this. You changed my life that day.”

“I,” Jongin croaks before clearing his throat, “I didn’t do anything.”

Kyungsoo shakes his head no and continues to smile. They get silent and no one actually talks.

“Can I ask something?” Kyungsoo whispers under his breath. Jongin looks into his, not answering.

“Why did you fight? What is the reason for you to not be able to get out from here for two weeks?”

Jongin clutches the cover and closes his eyes. He sighs before turning around, giving his back to Kyungsoo who is anticipating his answer.

Kyungsoo flickers his gaze away and locks his lips. If Jongin doesn’t want to answer then it’s fine. It’s a private question anyway. Kyungsoo has no right to ask that. He closes his eyes and tries to find sleep.

“I had a girlfriend before this.” Jongin’s voice rings in the silent room and Kyungsoo’s eyes open in alert. He stares at Jongin’s back and waits soundlessly for him to continue talking.

“She is everything I can ask for. She is pretty, smart, talented, everything. The only thing she lacks of is caring,” Jongin chuckles, eyes closing tighter at the mention of her. “We had been dating for two years. Two years are not a short time. We had been in ups and downs together, even before I got this famous; she had already by my side.”

Sighing softly, Jongin gulps the saliva down his dry throat.

“I thought we could end up happily ever after. I loved her, she loved me. But then I was wrong. Really wrong.”

The images are coming back to his mind and Jongin grits his teeth to hold back his anger.

“She cheated on me.”

Kyungsoo grips the cover as Jongin tells him the story. How can she?

“I caught her with that newcomer actor. They were heavily making out, whispering sweet nothings to each other. I swear I could hear my heart breaking into pieces at that time. She came up to me, I was frozen by the door, she walked to me and nonchalantly told me to close the door if I want to continue watching them or I could go out from there.”

Kyungsoo can see how Jongin’s back trembles and he wants to pat the idol on his shoulder. Jongin continues.

“We broke up. It turns out that she was only using me as the key to enter the entertainment business for those years. I was so stupid to realize that.”

Jongin stays silent and Kyungsoo smiles sadly. “It must be hard for you, Jongin-ssi.”

With a nod from Jongin, Kyungsoo continues, “I can’t say much to you but one thing I’m quite sure that she is not the right one for you. People shouldn’t treat each other badly because everyone needs someone else on their life. She was just too blind to see that you are a very kind man, but that is her loss.”

Jongin opens his eyes and glances at the small couch by the window and his brain is appreciating every single word Kyungsoo has spoken. He parts his mouth to say something but then Kyungsoo continues:

“There will be someone who truly loves you and cares for you somewhere in this world. The time has not come yet but I believe when you meet that person, they will never let you down or make you sad. Because they love you for real, Jongin-ssi.”

Jongin can hear the sounds of crickets from the outside and the sounds of stray cats running in the dark night. There are also sounds of cars moving, and a few people talking loudly.

“Jongin.” He replies.

“Excuse me?” Kyungsoo blinks questioningly.

“Call me Jongin. Just Jongin.”

“O-Oh, yes.”Kyungsoo stutters, a smile on his lips.

Jongin has mirrored the smile even though he keeps his back to the other. He keeps on smiling and they go silent for a long time, no more words exchanged between them. Jongin is being the one to break it.

“Hey,”

At Kyungsoo’s lack of response, Jongin frowns and turns his body. He rolls his eyes as he sees Kyungsoo is asleep, half of his face is buried into the comforter. He laughs silently before turning fully to stare at him.

How could he sleep when he is clearly talking to him? Jongin holds back a scoff, even though the smile is still very visible on his lips. This Kyungsoo is seriously something else.

Kyungsoo shifts slightly in his sleep and Jongin’s attention is back to him. He lets his gaze runs on the other’s eyes, he has long eyelashes for someone so outdated; there is this voice inside his mind asking him what’s the relation between long eyelashes and outdated but Jongin ignores the voice.

Kyungsoo has cute nose, Jongin notes. His lips are plump and pink and it shapes unique. Jongin has the sudden urge to touch them to prove whether they really soft like they look.

He snaps out of his thought when he realizes what he is thinking. Taking a few deep breaths, Jongin closes his eyes and tries to calm down his heart (since when does it beat this fast?).

Sleep, sleep, I need sleep...

Yes, he does fall asleep, but the last thing in his mind is still the image of Kyungsoo’s sleeping face curled against the comforter.



Kyungsoo wakes up with his personal alarm in his mind, with his brain telling him that it is morning already. He hums softly, appreciating the soft comforter under him and smiles. His sleepy eyes open and all he can see is dark. Does he go blind in one night?

He leans back a bit, wincing from the light coming from the window by the corner of the room before realizing that the dark thing is Jongin’s shirt. But how...?

Kyungsoo looks up and bites his lip from shrieking out loud when he finds that he is sleeping beside the idol. No, not beside, but in his arms. Like... seriously?

With a loud gasp, Kyungsoo untangles his arm from between Jongin’s arm and torso, before his body reacts faster than his mind; he pushes the idol away.

Jongin lands on the ground with a ‘thud’ and Kyungsoo hears him groaning in pain. Jongin asks him what is going on but all Kyungsoo can hear is his blood rushing in his ears. He shakes his head and quickly jumps out from the bed.

“What’s—”

“I-I... I will go make the b-b-breakfast!” Kyungsoo shrieks before running out from the bedroom. Jongin watches the door slams close after he is out of the room and he rubs his bottom. Just what’s going on? How does he end up on the ground? Does he sleep walking?

Shrugging, Jongin stretches his limbs with a wide yawn escaping his mouth.



The atmosphere is a bit tense in the kitchen. Jongin finds himself watching every single move that Kyungsoo makes and he can’t find himself tearing his gaze from his fans. It’s just that fascinating.

Kyungsoo, aware of being watched, clumsily drops the wooden spoon into the sink and he bites his lip. What is that making Jongin’s presence different from any other day? And why is he staring at him like that? It’s heart-fluttering but to be honest it’s also creepy.

He places the plates down on the table and Jongin whispers a soft thank you, while still keeping his gaze on Kyungsoo. The smaller male nods his head and sits down across his idol, eyes trained on the maple syrup running down his pancakes. Jongin grabs the fork and cuts the pancakes, drawing his gaze from Kyungsoo to Kyungsoo’s food. He smiles at the expected taste; anything that Kyungsoo makes tastes amazing.

“This is good.” He says. Kyungsoo nods his head and holds back a smile.

Their breakfast goes like that; avoiding eyes (for Kyungsoo), locked gaze (for Jongin), and drumming heart beats (for both).



It is another sunny noon when Kyungsoo excuses himself to go buy the groceries. Jongin nods, eyes gazing away from the TV to Kyungsoo who is kneeling down to wear the shoes (still Jongin’s).

The door closes and Jongin leans his head back onto the couch, a loud sigh escaping his lips. Kyungsoo’s presence is driving him crazy for these few days. He doesn’t have any clue on what is going on with him. All he knows is Kyungsoo, Kyungsoo, and Kyungsoo.

“What’s going on with me...?”Jongin grumbles under his breath, fingers pressing the remote with remorse. Kyungsoo is running in his mind 24/7. Kyungsoo’s scent, Kyungsoo’s cook, Kyungsoo’s voice, Kyungsoo’s smile, Kyungsoo’s lips, Kyungsoo’s b—

“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” Jongin chants and holds the sides of his head, banging against the couch.

“I’m going crazy.”



Kyungsoo thanks the mini market’s worker before stuffing the credit card into his pocket and grabs the groceries bags before pushing the glass door. While reading onto the receipt of the groceries, Kyungsoo stops by the side of the road and stares at the alleys on his right and left.

“Uh, which one, I forget...” He mutters, free hand scratching his nose. He seriously forgets which alley he should take to go back faster to Jongin’s apartment. He is that stupid sometimes.

“This looks familiar,” Kyungsoo whispers while walking into the alley on his right.

No, Kyungsoo, the right one is on your left.



Jongin fidgets on the couch before standing again and walks in circle. Kyungsoo has been out for hours and it’s now four in the evening. He is seriously driving him worried. He can’t be buying groceries for two hours right?

“Don’t tell me he is lost...?” Jongin gasps, fists curled.

He hisses under his breath, grabbing his coat and shoes while thinking on the way to escape from the flood of journalists down there.

Yes, Kyungsoo does this to him.



“Okay, so, I’m lost,” Kyungsoo whimpers under his breath while passing the same trees again for the third time. He is sure he has been walking pass this road but none of the building is similar to Jongin’s apartment. And he doesn’t see any journalist so it means he is still lost.

Biting his lip, Kyungsoo stops by the park he has been passing for three times and sighs. He sees a bunch of teenagers near him and he is planning on asking them the right way.

Kyungsoo opens his mouth, but the talking between those boys stops him from asking.

“...yeah, it tastes like socks. Oi, I walk pass Kim Kai’s apartment building. Buddy, you should have seen the paparazzi. They are flooding!”

“Seriously? Until this day? Who does he think he is? He is not that handsome!”

“Oi, all he knows is flinging his dark skin and smile. I don’t think he can act. I mean, I could be better than him!”

“I heard he is playing with girls every night.”

“No wonder. If not, then how does he end up in a fight? He must be fighting for those girls throwing their selves for him. He is suck.”

“He sings like a goat.”



Kyungsoo sees red and he puffs his cheeks.

“You know nothing about Kai so stop talking about him like that.” He scolds the teenagers. They turn to him and stare at him amusedly.

“Oi, a midget uncle is scolding us! So scary!”

Scrunching his nose, Kyungsoo scoffs at them. “You talk bad about Kai then do you think you are better than what you are talking? You are worse!”

One of the boys steps forward and Kyungsoo takes a tiny step back when the boy towers over him. Curse him and his short height.

“Do you need a beating, tiny uncle? You are so short; you don’t even come up to my armpit! Seriously!”

Kyungsoo is offended by the words and he kicks the boy on his shin, before running away from the scene. He hears footsteps running after him and Kyungsoo gulps down his saliva in nervousness. He should have stayed quiet, but this is Jongin they are talking about!

He slips in between alleys and people and quickly blends in with the crowd, thanks to his short body. Kyungsoo pants, taking greedy breathe into his lungs. He doesn’t like being run after. It’s scary.

Kyungsoo’s eyes catch the sight of the green hill by the side of the river and he walks close to it. Sitting down on the grass, Kyungsoo forgets about everything.



Jongin grips the cap lower to cover his face as his eyes run here and there in hope to find Kyungsoo. That kid...!

It’s five already and if he can’t find him, then Jongin is sure he will call the police. But wait, he doesn’t even have his phone.

“Where the hell is he...”

The sun is starting to set down and Jongin winces. He twists his body around and—

There he is!



Walking closer to the sitting male on the grass, Jongin nudges his leg with his shoe. Kyungsoo yelps in surprise and looks up, only to sigh in relief when he finds that it’s Jongin.

“What are you doing here? Do you know how worried I am? Do you want to drive me crazy? You have been out here for hours!” Jongin scolds him. Kyungsoo sends him a guilty grin and fiddles with the groceries bag.

“I got lost... I’m sorry about that, Jongin...”

Jongin sighs deeply and sits down beside him. “Forget it. Remind me to not let you out by yourself again,” he says with a hint of teasing. Kyungsoo smiles at him and stares at the setting sun on the orange sky.

“I use to stay outside at the hill near my small apartment back in my place. The kids and I play every day and we spend time together. They may be still children but they are so mature and they love each other for real,” Kyungsoo speaks softly, a smile on his lips as he remembers his time in the village.

Jongin hums softly, mind imagining the running Kyungsoo with kids around him. He imagines them running after a soccer ball, laughing with each other, and shares the same happiness without any burden in their life.

“Oh, do you know? I met some boys before and they talked bad about you! I don’t like it a bit and I talk to them. But they are so tall and I feel so small in front of them but I don’t like it when they talk bad about you! So I kicked him on his shin and I ran away! They ran after me and I end up here,” Kyungsoo tells the story in one breath before huffing in annoyance.

Jongin blinks his eyes and he laughs softly. “You kick him?”

“Yes! I’m sorry about your shoe but I’m so annoyed! How could they talk like that about you?!”

Jongin shrugs his shoulder. “It’s happening everyday and we can do nothing about it.”

“But they don’t even know you! The real you! I don’t like it when people talk bad about someone they don’t know really well.”

Jongin stares at Kyungsoo’s side profile and smiles. “You are really mad?”

“Of course!” Kyungsoo shrieks. Jongin chuckles and pats his head. “You can’t do anything about that so don’t stress yourself.”

“You are a kind man and they know nothing about you. I really don’t like it when they say that. All they know is the rumor about Kai, not the real Jongin, so they have no right to talk like that.”

Taken aback, Jongin leans back with the heels of his palms against the grass. “In this world, people keep on talking about rumors and spreading it worse. This is the risk of getting into entertainment world and I know that already. People will talk bad about me and I don’t give a shit about them. All I know is that the people around me, who really know me for real, are supporting me in ups and downs, in goods and bads. I’m content with that only.”

Kyungsoo smiles and nods. “I’m supporting you despite anything, so don’t ever give up.” Jongin replies his smile and nods his head, muttering a soft ‘thank you’ to him.

The wind blows and Jongin smiles at the sight of the pretty sky, covered with orange and purple as the background to Kyungsoo’s smiling figure.



Kyungsoo wipes the kitchen counter from the spilled soup when Jongin enters the kitchen for a glass of water. Their eyes met and Kyungsoo sends him a quick smile. Jongin avoids his eyes and goes to fill the glass, not noticing the slight pout on Kyungsoo’s lips.

He gives him a ruffle on his hair on his way out. Kyungsoo stops wiping the counter and smiles.



Jongin compliments on Kyungsoo’s foods with nice words, only in order to see the flustered face on his fans. Jongin likes to see his flustered face because it makes him happy. It is him that makes Kyungsoo flustered. Him and no one else.

Kyungsoo shoves more rice into his mouth to cover his nervousness and to ignore the way Jongin laughs at his face. He picks up a few more meats into Jongin’s bowl and looks away; not noticing the soft gaze Jongin is giving him.



They chat more on dinners and on night sleeps, talking about any other topic that they can find to talk about, to share about. Kyungsoo enjoys hearing Jongin talks; his voice is low and deep and it soothes him. It can easily lull him into sleep, completely not knowing the way Jongin will smile when he finds out he is asleep in the middle of conversation (again).

They may realize this or they choose to ignore it but both of them know just how much their feeling change towards each other.



It is on the 11th day and they are currently lazing around after dinner on the couch, watching some midnight movies much to Jongin’s idea. Kyungsoo hugs the blanket to his chest while keeping his gaze on TV. Jongin is laughing over something, left hand holding the remote while his right arm is draping over the back of the couch.

The eleventh day. Kyungsoo has been staying here for eleven days and he really likes it here. Jongin is such an amazing person and he adores him more now, knowing that behind those charming smiles and handsome smirks, there are childish laughs and loud giggles.

“Hey, Jongin,” Kyungsoo calls softly, gaze darting from the TV to the idol.

“Yeah?” Jongin answers distractedly, lips still chuckling from the humor.

Kyungsoo frowns and opens his mouth wider. He can’t say it. There is no word to tell this, not when Jongin is laughing like a kid beside him, without any burden and hardship, but then—

“What is it? What’s wrong?” Jongin gives him his full attention, seeing that Kyungsoo has been staring at him for five full minutes without saying anything.

“I... You know...” Kyungsoo starts, his throat gets dry all of sudden. He darts his eyes away.

“Yeah?” Jongin presses. Kyungsoo blinks his eyes.

“Tomorrow...”

“What is it with tomorrow?” Jongin asks him, leaning down to see his eyes. Kyungsoo is avoiding his stare.

“Tomorrow is... the end of the two weeks.”

Jongin freezes. Yeah, that’s right. He forgets about that.

“Y-Yeah,” he croaks. Kyungsoo smiles. “I will have to go home tomorrow?” He says; the last tone turns into questioning one.

Jongin snaps his head up, eyes looking into Kyungsoo. No, he wants to say, but he finds himself losing the ability to talk even further.

“It’s... yeah, you are right. I-I forget about it,” Jongin covers his nervousness with a low chuckle. Kyungsoo sends him a thin smile and removes the blanket. Jongin watches him as he makes a move to stand up, grabbing his wrist to prevent him from moving.

“Don’t go.” Jongin whispers. Kyungsoo blinks his eyes and Jongin swears he can see a relief flashing through those eyes.

“I don’t belong here.”

“Yes, you are!” Jongin argues, his hold on Kyungsoo’s wrist tightens. “You... Please, don’t leave me. Stay here... with me!”

Looking down to his lap, Kyungsoo smiles softly. “I don’t fit here. You are a star; I’m just no one, nobody. You are an idol and I’m your fans. We are in two different worlds.”

Jongin pulls him closer, “No, no, don’t say that. I forget about these two weeks... I don’t even remember how and why you are here. All I can remember is you! You, Kyungsoo! Please, I... with me... here... stay here with me.”

Kyungsoo stares into his eyes and smiles. “You have your life and I have my own. You are from the city and I’m from the rural. Do you think this will work...?” He asks quietly. Jongin abruptly nods his head.

“I will make sure this works. I promise you.” He says determinedly and Kyungsoo can see the flashes of feelings in his eyes. There is sincerity.

Jongin releases his wrist and Kyungsoo holds back a sigh from the loss of warmth. He watches as Jongin unclasps the brown bracelet from his wrist, before putting it around Kyungsoo’s.

“This is my guardian bracelet, the only thing that I treasure the most. I’m giving this to you, to show you just how serious I am.”

Kyungsoo watches in awe as the bracelet is pressing against his skin, and he can feel Jongin’s warmth on it. He glances up at the idol and Jongin is staring at him hopefully.

“Stay with me?” He whispers, one hand coming up to rest on Kyungsoo’s cheek. The smaller male sighs and sends him a quick smile. He nods his head shyly before Jongin pulls him into a tight hug, eliciting a yelp from the other.

Kyungsoo laughs against Jongin’s shoulder at the excited male who is hugging him with a tight embrace, cutting the air circulation from him. Kyungsoo has to hit Jongin on his arm a few times to be released.

He is patting down his chest after filling his lungs with fresh air when he feels Jongin’s hand on the back of his neck. He looks up, finding Jongin staring at him with eyes screaming of love and he is leaning down. Kyungsoo has the idea of leaning back away from him but the voice in his mind tells him just how stupid he will be if he does that, so he follows his body and closes his eyes when Jongin guides his head up for a better meet between their lips.

Jongin presses chaste kisses on his lips for a few times, before leaning back with a smile, eyes running along his face. “Kyungsoo. My Kyungsoo,” he whispers, and his voice is in dream-like state. Kyungsoo feels his face burns from the choosing word of possession and he chuckles softly. Jongin presses their lips for one more kiss before whispering the soft “I love you.”



They end up sleeping while holding each other that night. Jongin keeps on pressing soft kisses on his hair and all Kyungsoo can do is just staring straight to Jongin’s chest in front of his face and holding back from smiling too wide.

Jongin whispers the three words once again and Kyungsoo dares himself to reply him with the same this time. He gets a cuddly embrace because of that.



***




It’s the same empty land and Kyungsoo looks around for someone to ask just where is him right now. There is this cloud right in front of him, appearing out of nowhere before it reveals the same genie from two weeks ago.

“Genie Uncle?”

“Do Kyungsoo, your time is up.”

“What do you mean with time? What are you talking about?” Confused, Kyungsoo stands up from the sandy ground he is sitting on.

“Time to wake up.”




***




The sound of the all-too-familiar alarm clock wakes Kyungsoo up from his sleep. Opening his eyes, Kyungsoo looks around and gasps, quickly getting up.

This is his room. Kyungsoo’s room.

How...? But, Jongin—

Kyungsoo runs to the calendar hanging beside the poster of Jongin on the wall, grabbing his phone to see the date.

It is the exact two weeks. Kyungsoo is back to his place.

Losing the strength on his knees, Kyungsoo lets his body falls down on the ground, fingers weakly clutching the phone. He can’t believe this. Is it all only a dream? Maybe he is only dreaming for the whole two weeks?

But the kiss feels so real; Kyungsoo touches his lips, only to catch the sight of—

Jongin’s bracelet. So it’s real. And he is back to his place when they are asleep, when they are not even awake, when they don’t even able to say goodbye.



A tear rolls down his cheek and Kyungsoo clutches the bracelet to his chest. Oh God, just when everything seems so beautiful to him.



***




Jongin wakes up to an empty bed, while he is expecting a cuddly Kyungsoo in this early morning. He learns that Kyungsoo is having a habit to cuddle into the comforter when he wakes up from his sleep. Having that thought in his mind, Jongin smiles while opening his eyes and stretches his body.

Maybe Kyungsoo is out there, making breakfast for him.

“Kyungsoo?” He calls out, yawning in the middle of his word. There is no response and Jongin enters the kitchen, only to be met with no one.

“Kyungsoo?” He repeats, pushing the bathroom door. There is this voice in his mind telling that Kyungsoo is gone but Jongin pushes the thought away. Kyungsoo must be here.

“Kyungsoo, you there?” He pushes the door to the laundry room and the washing machine is not even working. Where is Kyungsoo—

Jongin runs to the bathroom again, making sure that there are two toothbrushes standing side to side and to make sure that this is not a dream. He can’t even find his bracelet. And there are two cups of juice in the middle of the coffee table.

“Kyungsoo?! Where are you? This is not funny, so come out right now!” He snaps, not knowing the reason why.

The apartment is silent and the only thing Jongin can hear is the sound of his panting. Kyungsoo is gone. Kyungsoo is not here. Kyungsoo is no with him. Kyungsoo is—



The door is opening and Jongin runs towards there. His smile drops when—

“Jongin, are you really that excited to be out of here and work again, buddy?” His manager asks him, a playful smile on his lips.

Jongin grips his fists before running forward.

“Hyung, hyung, please help me!” He desperately groans at the other.

“Jongin, what’s going on? What happened?”

“I need you to help me to find someone! Please help me! I beg you!!”



***




“Aigoo, Kyungsoo-yah! Where have you been, son?” The elderly woman asks him and Kyungsoo forces a smile despite his messy appearance. He doesn’t know that he can cry that much.

“I... I went for a quick vacation; I just got back last night. Sorry, Granny.” Which is partly true, he just got back last night. It’s just the different type of vacation.

“Omo, why don’t you rest? The vacation must be very tiring, look at you, dear...”

“No, I’m fine. I will go work now, see you later, Granny,” Kyungsoo whispers.

He doesn’t know that falling in love can make him feel this way. Falling in love with a star is just a dream that is too high. You will get really hurt when you fall down.



Kyungsoo winces every night when he is about to sleep. He just can’t help but to remember all the times he spent in Jongin’s apartment, with Jongin.

How he wishes he knows how to contact the idol, just to tell him that he is not running away, he is not same with the other people, that he really does love him, that he is fine here, that he is trying to find a way to be back with him (if there is even any).

Every night Kyungsoo turns into a crybaby.



A week later, Kyungsoo is in no better shape. He wakes up, goes to work at the grocery stall across the street, and then goes back home to cry. He can hear Jongin’s voice from the radio and how he has started working again. He is relief to know that.

It is on one certain night.



“Where...?”

“Do Kyungsoo.”

Kyungsoo turns around to find the same genie from before and he has the need to go mad at him. It’s all his fault that—

“I know what you are thinking.”

Gulping his saliva, Kyungsoo cowers back in slight fear.

“You have used your first wish. It’s time for me to hear your last wish.”

Kyungsoo stares questioningly. He indeed wished to meet Jongin before, weeks ago and he found himself falling down from his ceiling—

“You did that?” He whispers. The genie remains silent and Kyungsoo grips the bracelet.

“I... I have the last wish.” Kyungsoo speaks softly, but his tone is certain.

“And it is...?”

“I... I want to meet Jongin again.”

The genie stares and nods. Kyungsoo feels his heart is drumming against his ribcage, expecting something to happen soon.

“Your wish is my command.”




***




Kyungsoo opens his sleepy eyes in the morning. It’s Saturday and he is given a day off by the kind woman he works for. He is tired and all he wants to do is just burying his face into his pillow and remains unmoved for the rest of the day.

The genie is just lying to him. Maybe Kyungsoo is just making things in his mind.

But there is repetitive knocking on his door and with a groan; Kyungsoo slips down from his bed. There have to be something really important or Kyungsoo is going to flip a table.

It would be better if someone who is knocking on his door is as handsome as—



“...jongin?”

“Kyungsoo, I found you!!”









***









A/N: Second try for Kaisoo. And there will be sequel for this. Happy Valentine's day! <3




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