Kaisoo and So We Meet Again It Must Be Destiny

Title: The Meaning of Happiness
Pairing: Kaisoo (mentions of HunHan, Yewook and HenMin[SJ])
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 3558
Summary: There were lots of things Kyungsoo would never be able to understand, but in that location was that one thing – that emotion everybody around have been talking about, perhaps it was that feeling, called happiness, that he was finally able to understand.

A/N: So maybe I was feeling a picayune flake sentimental all over Kaisoo pair. And maybe I kind of want to become them both in a bubble together and accept them happily love each other forever. So maybe I'm beingness sappy and writing fluff once more. Don't inquire me why I wrote New Years' AU already fifty-fifty though its merely the beginning of Dec, just bear with me XD

In that location are some things Kyungsoo would never understand.

He would never understand how of all people in the world, he had to be the one stuck on a double shift on Christmas eve.

It'due south not like he had anything improve to exercise, merely it was that i time of the year, he was going to sit in his apartment, and accept some comfort time with himself, melt something for himself for a change, and maybe sulk a footling nigh how he'southward yet all alone, and still hasn't gotten over his empty-headed one-sided boy crush on Jongin.

He didn't blame Ryeowook, his favorite hyung and the other chef in their restaurant, he knew Ryeowook hardly had time to spend with his lover, Jongwoon, who was currently a public service worker, and whose working time hardly matched Ryeowook'southward.
So when Ryeowook politely asked him if it's okay if he took a day off that day, murmuring something well-nigh Jongwoonie hyung asking him to stay with him, naturally Kyungsoo just smiled and told him information technology's okay, he'll do it.

And yet, he still couldn't understand, how coms that on New Years' Eve, the only other people working were some new daughter he didn't actually know but manifestly knew Jongin from schoolhouse, and of grade, Jongin himself.
Henry went back to Canada for the holidays, taking Sungmin with him, Sehun and Luhan went to visit Luhan'due south family back in China and Tao had a mysterious all-day date with Kris.
That left the three of them to maintain the packed eatery until eleven, considering that'southward what their boss decided.

It was most 10:xxx when Jongin joined him backside the counter.
"Demand help hyung?" He asked, whipping the counter clean before turning to look at Kyungsoo.
"No, it'due south alright," The older man glanced at the clock on the wall, "I think I'thousand endmost the kitchen though, and then no more orders, okay?"
Jongin laughed, "Yeah, if I accept whatever more orders, nosotros're going to stay here until midnight and yous're going to finish up kissing me!"
Kyungsoo froze, it was as if he'd lost the power to think or breath or function overall for a moment, "Grand-Buss you? Why would I kiss y'all?" He asked, eyes wide,
Jongin frowned, "Relax hyung, I'm kidding, you know, New Years'? Midnight? Kissing?"
"Oh—oh! Sad, I just…"
"Somebody'south looking for you outside?" It was the new daughter, and she was speaking to Jongin, "I recall he said his proper noun was…Taemin?"
"What does that idiot want at present?" Jongin rolled his eyes, "If he got dumped by a girl again I'm going to—" Just Kyungsoo couldn't hear the rest of his sentence considering the coffee machine decided it was a skillful fourth dimension to make weird noises again, and he sighed, turning around to see if he could gear up it.
He snorted quietly, why was he even jealous of Taemin? He knew he was Jongin's best friend and there was nothing more between them, besides, he was pretty sure Jongin wasn't into guys at all, though… did he always run into him with a girl? Or anyone else for that matter?
He definitely didn't seem the guy that would have hard time to observe a girlfriend, or fifty-fifty if by some miracle he was into guys (which Kyungsoo was pretty certain wasn't true), a boyfriend.
Peradventure he was but keeping his privacy. They were close. Close enough to get out for a repast or a jog together sometimes, close enough to call each other when something good or bad happened, close enough for a lot of things, only they take never brought upwardly that subject.

Kyungsoo on his role was glad for that, because it would be rather bad-mannered talking about his love interest, when that very same love interest was the one sitting in forepart of him and listening.
Then no, there was no reason for Kyungsoo to experience any kind of jealousy. It didn't mean he didn't feel it.
Before he realized information technology, he finished cleaning off the terminal of his dishes, including the coffee machine's parts and whipped the counter and his cooking area make clean again, he was nearly to start sweeping the flooring around him when Jongin came back.

"Well, the last costumer but left, and Taemin is a pain in the ass, but that's not new. What are the chances you're helping me to close upwardly? Evidently, the new girl uhh—Krystal? She is getting off like, at present, because her sister came back from USA today and she said she can just work until ten:thirty? And it'southward nigh 11 now, so… aye." Jongin frowned,
Kyungsoo rubbed his temples, "I love how they never carp telling the states this kind of thing… of course I'll help you lot,"

That wasn't good. Information technology wasn't good at all. Not afterward Jongin mentioned all that New Years' Eve related midnight romance kind of thing. Kyungsoo's mind seemed to take a strange ability to picture everything way too clearly, which was way too unrealistic and kind of made him want to cry.
And every bit if Jongin somehow read his mind earlier, in one case they started wiping the tables clean, he asked, "Then, hyung," And a smirk sneaked on his lips.
"Yep?" Kyungsoo, who was trying to keep himself as busy every bit possible with cleaning, so he doesn't have to look at these very aforementioned lips, so his listen wouldn't get any incorrect ideas, and then he can stay calm, as much as possible.

"How comes you told Sehun most your footling crush, and never told me?" The smirk seemed to turn into a pout when Jongin saw Kyungsoo freezing, his eyes widening again, opening and closing his oral cavity every bit if he wasn't sure how to react.
Kyungsoo on his side, wasn't sure what he wanted to do first – tell Jongin it was a mistake? A lie? A girl from academy? Somebody Jongin didn't know and didn't really matter? That Sehun is lying? Only Sehun doesn't really prevarication to Jongin, he'due south a deviling, but he'southward just as loyal.
On the other hand, he promised himself, that whenever Sehun is dorsum, he definitely has to tell Luhan some kind of embarrassing secret, ane which he has a whole week to think about. Just considering.
"I… Information technology'due south zippo that large," He muttered eventually after a while,
"Nothing big? I don't think we've e'er talked about this but last fourth dimension yous had anything to do with anyone, was when Baekhyun had to kiss you every bit a dare ii years ago, and well, that didn't really count considering the after less than five minutes he and Chanyeol have been all but in each other's lap."
Kyungsoo pouted, "That'due south unfair. That was my offset kiss back and so."
"What? Seriously? I didn't know—I didn't think…wow." Jongin blinked at him and the older man just turned around, "It doesn't thing. Can…can we talk about something else? Delight?"
He could feel the blush creeping up his face up, and he definitely didn't need Jongin to see information technology, they were almost done cleaning anyways, simply few more minutes and he tin can accept his peace, no Jongin getting bad ideas near him, not Jongin's lips for him to look at and cease himself from imagining anything related, just he and himself, in his own little bubble of comfort. That was what he needed.

Maybe he should broil a block. Mayhap he should broil Jongin a cake—no, maybe he should bustle upward and get away earlier any other weird ideas pop into his head and earlier he can't terminate himself from outing them aloud.
Maybe he would finally open that bottle of wine Sungmin gave him every bit an early Christmas present before he and Henry went aboard.
Possibly…

"Kyungsoo?" Jongin'southward voice cut his line of thoughts and he mentally shook his head.
"Yes?"
"You've been staring at the infinite for five minutes." Jongin blinked,
"No I haven't—"
"Well, perhaps not five but yous have been staring at the space, is something wrong?" Jongin stepped closer and Kyungsoo all of a sudden felt a bad urge to step backwards, even so something was keeping him glued to his place.
"Nothing is wrong, I'thou but tired, permit's… let's just finish closing up."
"There is mistletoe above your caput." Jongin blinked subsequently few moments when Kyungsoo didn't motility and that made the older man jump in warning, getting away and making Jongin express mirth, "I was joking. The only mistletoe is in a higher place the backstairs, relax. Allow's finish upward so you can go and remainder,"
"Yeah, and you can…uh, become with your plans?" Kyungsoo hesitated for a moment before moving to mop the flooring nether the tables.
"Plans? Uh… yeah. Sure." Jongin said, walking around and making sure they didn't forget anything else, turning off the ac and the desserts display'southward lights.
It didn't take too much longer for them to finish upwards, and by the time they were done information technology was xxx minutes by 11. That meant they had half an hr before the New year's day came upon them, and Kyungsoo looked at the other male from behind, his heartbeat fast and his breath shaky, was he going to end upward alone over again this year? Did Jongin take anyone he was going to afterwards they exit? Was it the pretty girl from university? Maybe the one from gym?

He felt himself choking on his ain breath when he realized he held his breath for a little besides long and let out a heavy sigh.
Jongin was looking for something in his messenger bag and seemed rather anxious when he didn't seem to find any he was looking for.
Was information technology a present for her?
And then Kyungsoo remembered he didn't even know if there really was a 'her' and if at that place was, then he had no thought who she was.
She might have been the nicest person on earth, a cute one… like Jongin deserved, just it still made Kyungsoo's heart ache and his stomach flipped from inside, making him sick.
It seemed that he has been stuck upward in his own globe of thoughts again, because he never saw Jongin smiling every bit he grasped the object he was looking for, pulling information technology out of the bag gently, carefully and turning back to Kyungsoo.

"Hey, I… I wasn't sure when would be a proficient time and information technology was kind of belatedly for Christmas just… I approximate I've got about 30 minutes left of this yr and… I estimate information technology'south now or never, and then uh, here." He shoved the modest black paper handbag into Kyungsoo's hand and turned abroad, taking the other male by surprise, Kyungsoo wasn't used to Jongin stumbling on his ain words, somewhat insecure and slightly shaken up, only why?
"It's not much, I… I thought it fits you." He added quietly,
Kyungsoo didn't move, only holding onto the handbag and so it doesn't fall off, how could he forget? How could he not purchase Jongin a present?
Well, information technology wasn't really as if he didn't look for i. He did, for a long time, wandering around shopping centers and going in and out different kinds of stores, and never finding the affair that felt quite right to be giving the person he loved, the person who wasn't supposed to know he honey him, the person who was his friend.

He opened the bag slowly, taking out a small, long similarly black box decorated with a single silver ribbon, carefully opening the chapeau, fingers slightly trembling as he did.
"You lot don't accept to article of clothing it if you don't similar it, I could only return it—"
It was a silver necklace, just a uncomplicated one, with a small, polished cerise stone hanging on it, a garnet stone. Which Kyungsoo knew merely as well as Jongin did, was both his and Jongin's birthstone.
"It's…it'southward beautiful, you lot… you didn't have to…" He murmured, his heed was probably slightly biased most it, just it was the most cute necklace he has e'er seen in his entire life.
"Now I feel like a jerk." Kyungsoo sighed, and his mind suddenly recognized that it was probably nearly midnight, and that perchance Jongin had somewhere else to go while he was distracting him here.
"Wait do, don't you have plans? There must exist somebody waiting for y'all and—I'1000 sorry, y'all've got about ten minutes to midnight you tin can arrive—" Just Jongin shook his caput, smiling,
"I never said I had any plans for later," It was more than of a smirk then a grin, even though it did seem slightly more nervous than Jongin would unremarkably allow anyone see.
"Exercise y'all?"
Kyungsoo blinked at him, eye unconsciously widening, "Um…no?"
It took few more moments of silence for him to register that quiet hint in Jongin'south voice, "Would you… practice you want to come over? I…it's non like I have anything better to do and I was going to melt something anyways and…" He trailed off nervously, looking upwardly at his friend, why was this so awkwardly hard? They were friends later all, despite his vanquish, he never had any communication problems with Jongin, unless they had a serious fight, which happened quite rarely, they weren't the best friends, but they were close enough.

Yet not enough.

"Yous're going back home from your work as a chef, on New Year's Eve, to melt some more?" Jongin chuckled when Kyungsoo failed to answer verbally and but nodded instead, "Accommodate yourself." And there was a 18-carat smile playing on his lips.

The very same full lips Kyungsoo wanted to touch to his own, the very same lips he wanted to be closer to him, and the same lips he had to distract himself from earlier he did anything embarrassing.
"You don't have to… I was but suggesting," He looked away, blush creeping on his cheeks as he leaned over to turn well-nigh of the lights off, as if Jongin would really want to stay with him on that night. This was night to spend with either family unit or a lover, non with your male friend who you don't know (and Kyungsoo hoped he didn't know) is pretty much into you just before he could say annihilation farther suddenly a hand caught his wrist.

"I didn't say I didn't want to." Jongin said, vocalization repose and soft nonetheless stable, fingers tight effectually Kyungsoo'due south sparse wrist.
"Oh? Oh… um… well, I judge…we could get?"
And Kyungsoo kneeled down to lock up the door from the lesser when he heard fireworks from afar, every bit, apparently the clock hit midnight.

So this was it. Another twelvemonth has passed. Information technology has been full of ups and downs as every year is in a unlike way for every person, and even so, Kyungsoo felt his center beating faster than previous years, and information technology had cipher to do with the fact he was outside in the fierce cold, or the fact at that place were loud fireworks echoing around Seoul. No.

It was considering when he stood up, Jongin was still in that location, not a dream or a fantasy in his mind, dorsum in his night, locked apartment, but here, standing, live, adjacent to him, fifty-fifty if just equally a friend, at that place was something, something different. And Kyungsoo hated getting his hopes up because they were leap to exist brought down fifty-fifty lower than he imagined to be possible.

However simply this once, simply this in one case, he let his heart beat to its own will and let the collywobbles in his tummy move freely without trying to hibernate or run away.
This once, he just looked into Jongin's eyes, as if they were both trying to read each other's thoughts, and on the fifth sound of the fireworks exploding, Jongin'due south hands went upwards to loving cup his cheeks,
"You're freezing, only yous're pink." He chuckled and Kyungsoo blushed even harder if information technology was even possible, and swallowed every bit Jongin's lips seemed closer and closer, and so close he could nearly feel the warm puff of air coming from them.

"J-Jong—" He was cut off by Jongin's lips brushing his, softly, gently, only for a mere second, earlier pulling away a little, looking at him, of a sudden uncertain, somewhat broken-hearted once again and… worried?
"Jongin…" He whispered softly, feeling his eyes watering, and it most definitely did non have any connection to the air current blowing right into them, Jongin looked at him, eyes focused, trying to effigy out if he should exist running away for his life or…
"Jongin." Kyungsoo's lips curved into a smile as tears streamed down his cheeks, leaning in to meet Jongin'south lips once again, merely a celibate, gentle osculation, only to let him know its common before he buried himself in the cheat between Jongin's cervix and shoulder, sobbing and wetting his jacket, artillery creeping up around his neck.

"Kyungsoo…?"
Simply all he could hear from the older man was a soft, shaky complain of "So stupid" and some other sob followed by a sniffle.
"Hey…" Jongin tried again, rubbing Kyungsoo's back, "Did… did I do something to make y'all weep…? Did---"
"It'south just…" Kyungsoo murmured, pulling away from Jongin's neck just enough to expect at him for a moment before looking down at the ground between them.
"I thought… I thought there was somebody else, I thought… I thought you dated somebody. Taemin said before, that you were afterward someone, then I figured information technology would be one of the girls you lot ordinarily talk to and… and…"
Jongin chuckled, cupping Kyungsoo's face up again, "It… information technology took me some fourth dimension, to acknowledge it even to myself… but… I realized none of these girls actually mattered, I like them, they are all prissy and beautiful and everything only… nobody laughs and I hateful, really laughs when I tell a joke, nobody badly tries to dance along with me fifty-fifty though they aren't even trained at it just because my partner got injured and I was feeling downwardly, or sing quietly when they think nobody is around, and make me feel all messed up from inside, not even 1 of them, is anything like you lot." He smiled a little, slightly embarrassed about how cheesy he must take sounded, but information technology has been long enough, he knew Kyungsoo has been waiting long enough, he accidently institute out, a year agone, when he overheard Sehun and Luhan talking in the back room, he has been trying, since then, to empathise how he felt about information technology.
At showtime it has been confusing, but now…

"I like you. A lot." He whipped the trails of tears on Kyungsoo's cheeks with his thumbs, hoping he was doing it right, information technology'due south not like he was inexperienced in relationships and confessions, it was more than that he has never confessed his honey to one of his best friend.
And he establish himself embracing the older human over again, burying his nose in the latter'due south hair,
"Jongin… I… I like you too, I've always thought you—"
"I'm pitiful it took and so long…"
"How did you even detect out…?"
And Jongin smirked at that, "I have my sources. Simply actually," and his smile softened,
"I should have said this so long agone…"
"Information technology's…it'due south okay." Kyungsoo smiled, looking upwardly again, pressing their lips together in one case again, this time information technology was less chaste, they moved against each other, Jongin nibbled on the latter's lesser lip, gently making Kyungsoo open his lips and permit him slide his tongue in, caressing it with his ain as it sneaked inside, earlier they slowly pulled away again, Jongin'southward right manus still on his cheek, his left resting on Kyungsoo'southward waist.

"Do you want to go home now? Earlier you lot get sick on the outset twenty-four hours of the year?" Jongin laughed a softly and Kyungsoo blushed over again, joining his laughter with his ain,
"We should… " He murmured shyly, looking away over again, just Jongin grabbed his manus, intertwining their fingers together, leading them both to the building where Kyungsoo lived, which wasn't more than five minutes apart, and the moment they closed the door behind them, he pressed their lips together over again,
"Happy New Year hyung" and he felt Kyungsoo smile into the kiss in return.

In that location were a lot of things Kyungsoo could never understand.

One of them, was how on globe, did he finish up waking up in the first morning of the year, with the comforting warmth of Jongin'southward chest and arms surrounding him, and soft warm puffs of air confronting his cheek, told him it wasn't a dream. It was fashion too real to be a dream.

There were a lot of things Kyungsoo would never empathize, but what he knew, was this yr, different previous ones, was going to exist a skillful ane, with all pros and cons that came with every year, starting from this year, he had his all-time friend, his lover, and call him cheesy but – his other one-half, was with him. The one Kyungsoo thought he could never have equally his, and the 1 Kyungsoo was sure he was going to be having a i-sided crush on for many years to come, was with him, in his bed, with his arms around him, warming him upwardly both from the within and the outside.
And when Jongin croaky his optics open, and smiled at him a sleepy smile as Kyungsoo looked up, he knew there was one thing he could now understand for certain.

The meaning of happiness. Satisfaction. Dearest.

A/N 2: Hope y'all liked it ^^ Alibi me for overload cheesy lines and whatnot, I simply suck similar that then...bear with me 8DDDDDDDDDDDD
Obviously dedicated to smile_as_a_noun considering...idk why, because I felt like information technology, okay? -runs off to hide behind Jongin-

Comments are appriciated ^^ *gives away heart shaped cookies*

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