ENDEARMENT | kji
A/N: bro, YOUDONTUNDERSTAND i am so emo right now. I can’t tell you how much I was/am struggling so Annie advised to write it out. lol it’s funny because I just want to koala spoon Jongin so badly i feel like I might cry, but you can blame hormones for that. all i want it nutella, mac and cheese, and to ride Jongin into the sunset. lol. I’m sorry Chanyeolie, i promise i still love you.
(Annie my beaut, thank you for your help on this one. love you lots.)
there’s so much fluff in this i think I’m going to throw up.
word count: 1432, the universe hates me.
It’s early on a friday night when Jongin lets himself into your apartment.
“Babe!” he calls out as he closes and locks the door behind him.
He knows you’ve been writing a paper most of the day, so he’s come prepared with different snacks and iced coffee as a treat for your hard work. He figures that you must be too focused to answer him back, so he makes the kitchen his first stop to put away all the snacks. He then goes to your room, and when he steps in, he finds you typing furiously on your laptop with your glasses perched on the bridge of your nose.
“You know, if you’re not careful babe, your face will freeze like that,” he says, referring to the severe furrow of your brows and the frown upon your lips, or as you like to call it, your game face.
“It’s a good thing you’re already used to my resting bitch face then, isn’t it?” you smirk.
He laughs and comes over to where you’re sitting to wrap his arms around your shoulders. He gives your cheek a long kiss before he speaks again.
“How much longer, my love?”
You take one of your hands off the keyboard to stroke one of his arms lightly, giving him goosebumps.
“A lot, but it’s not due for another two weeks so I think it’s safe to call it a day. My back is sore from sitting like this all day, anyway.”
Gently, you pry his arms off your shoulders to give yourself the room to stretch your back. You moan rather loudly as you extend your arms and sigh contently as you hear your back pop.
“Let me just save this and then my full attention will be on you, okay?”
You turn to kiss him with your hand coming up to his face and your thumb stroking his cheek. He smiles when you two break away to leave you to it. After saving your work, you make your way to your bed, where Jongin is sitting cross-legged. He’s flicking through the channels on your TV. as you shuffle over to him on your knees. When you get close enough to sit behind him, you straddle his legs and wrap your arms around his torso. You trace a pattern of long kisses under his ear and run your fingers up and down his back soothingly.
“Find anything good?”
He torques his body oddly towards you to give you a full kiss, then turns back to the TV.
“Nothing, not even Adventure Time or that show where they make those big ass tree houses.”
“Dang,” you huff, “I love that show.”
He lets out another sigh. “We should just watch a movie then… or how ‘bout we marathon something? We haven’t done that in a while, oh and I brought snacks, too,” Jongin adds as an afterthought.
“Babe, you spoil me. First you shower me with cute texts all day and then you bring me food? What did I do to deserve this?” you swoon, giggling into his ear and making him curl away from the tickle of your breath.
“I need to give you incentive to blow me somehow,” he says with a smugass grin, “you give great head.”
“Kim Jongin, you are an asshole!” you laugh out loud, playfully swatting at him with one of your pillows.
He laughs obnoxiously as you wrestle him down until you’re straddling his hips. Eventually, you both calm down and he intertwines your fingers with his just enjoying your proximity.
“You need to stop hanging out with Taemin, he’s turned you into a pervert,” you joke.
“You love it, don’t lie babe,” He chuckles out with a giant shit eating grin painted on his face, “and you need to stop hanging out with Joonmyeon hyung, his bad humor is rubbing off on you,” he adds while playing with your fingers.
“Oh! Speaking of mama Joon, he told me another joke, wanna hear it?”
Jongin knows it’s gonna be a bad one, but the smile your face is so wide he can’t bare to break your heart, so he nods his head.
“Okay. What do you call a cow with no legs?”
Jongin thinks it over, but he can’t find an answer.
“I don’t know, what?”
“Ground beef!” you laugh out and it makes your eyes sparkle and crinkle the way they do whenever you’re happiest, and it’s probably why Jongin can’t help but break into a smile after groaning at this silliness, this weightlessness that surrounds him when he’s with you.
“That’s it! No more hanging out with him, that was the worst one yet!”
You’re laughing so hard that you start crying and it gives Jongin the distraction he needs to flip you onto your back, keeping himself between your legs to lay his head on your chest. After a few minutes, you finally start to breathe easy.
Jongin lifts his head and smiles at you.
“Have you quite finished baby?”
You smile and nod at him. “If I stop, can I wear your sweater?”
Rather than speaking, he pulls away from you to sit back and pull your shirt over your head. He helps you to sit upright, then takes the sweater he’s wearing off and slips it onto you.
“Since you have left me bare chested,” he pauses to point at his shirtless torso, his ridiculous eight pack of full display, “after snacks, you are required to cuddle me. Otherwise I’ll get cold.”
You kiss him whispering, okay, and before you can get up to walk on your own,Jongin grabs you by the thighs to wrap them around his torso and carries you into the kitchen, only letting you go to set you on the counter. He orders you to stay put with a warning point of his index finger and a squint in his eyes as he pulls out the iced coffee and snacks he’d brought. Jongin goes as far as to feed you, laughing when you playfully bite at his fingers. After your snacks and coffee, you pull him by the shoulders to wrap your arms around them, your legs wrapping around his torso again. You exchange long lazy kisses running your fingers through his hair as he runs his own up the back of his sweater you’re clothed in.
“I love you,” you whisper into a kiss.
“I love you more,” he whispers back.
You peck him again and pull back to look at him. You move his hair away from the front of his face then take a second to admire him fully. His lips are slightly swollen from all your kisses, his long torso is beautifully tanned, his sweatpants hanging loosely on his hips, his muscular arms holding you securely …
“I just want to kiss you and hold your hand and cuddle you and love you every way possible Jongin. Baby, I adore you”
Your cheeks go pink and you bury your face into his neck to hide.
“I’m so in love with you it’s gross. Look what you’ve done to me.”
“Babe, you’re so adorable …” He pulls you away to hold your face in his hands. “I’m so in love with you it hurts. I just want to smother you with affection and hold you and kiss you and I want us to be one of those cheesy couples that you see in the movies. Look at what you’ve done to me.”
He brings you in close to hold you tightly before he continues.
“We better stop pouring our hearts out before we start crying,” it’s meant to break the moment, what he’s saying, but it doesn’t. It’s more of a pause, an intermission. ”Let’s go binge watch Tokyo Ghoul and cuddle.”
He moves to give you room to hop down off the counter then intertwines his fingers with yours as you two make your way back.
“Can I be the big spoon?” You ask as you stop him to go up on your tiptoes to kiss him.
He holds your face with his free hand and hums into the kiss then decides it’s not good enough for him, so he pulls you in by the waist instead. His other hand lets go of your own in favor of your waist, too, before he peppers your face with kisses.
“If-that-will-make-you-happiest-my-love” he says in between pecks.
After a few more kisses you two continue on your path back to your room to watch anime and cuddle, that is until you fall asleep and end up kicking him off the bed.