ficlet

Today I was sleeping in orchestra because I was really tired and Kraft was like "where's that smiling, bubbly girl, Janis?"
I attributed the loss of smiles and bubbles to the lack of food. Although that's not entirely true. I have been overeating (eating even more than I usually do, and that's a lot, like 25,000+ calories per day) and apparently (I Wiki'd it, must be true) it's due to lack of sleep. But I get like a full 6 hours of sleep every day. Gah. Halp.

I need to start carrying around a notebook like one of those ~*~h1pst3r~*~ writers on Tumblr because every time I think of this amazing start to a Kaisoo fic (I dunno why it's always Kaisoo... maybe because Kai is a wonderful muse and such a flexible character to work with and just a perfect human being in general?)
Ugh. Must learn from changdictator or paradisist. Go click on the links and read some fics (please?) because even though you might not be interested in Kaisoo or EXO or K-pop or slash (guyxguy) fics in general, it's beautiful writing and lovely feel-inducing heartwrenching inspiration. I cried buckets, especially reading changdictator's fics. Paradisist is more of a !mindfuck read.
Anyways... I have done my best with the ficlet/drabble down below.
AGAIN, THIS FIC (AND THE FICS I LIKE TO READ) ARE ALL SLASH, OR GUYXGUY (in other words, yes, gay fanfiction. Yaoi. Whatever you want to call it.) SO IF YOU HAVE PROBLEMS WITH THAT, I SUGGEST YOU EITHER KEEP QUIET OR GO AWAY. NO ONE IS FORCING YOU TO READ THIS. YOU MAY LEAVE NOW.
Here's a picture of Kim-fucking-Jongin (stage name: Kai) for reference. And perfection.

Have another, because neck!porn.

Also for future reference, this is Do Kyungsoo (stage name: D.O.)

He has pretty big eyes.

title: dépaysement (1/?)

pairing: kaisoo
rating: pg-15
genre: au, romance
length: (??? probably short. there's only so much I can write before I end up killing myself because it won't come out the way I want it to.)
summary: Kyungsoo's a fashion director, Jongin's an ex-dancer. They're both in Hong Kong: Kyungsoo to scout for new models to open his show, Jongin to d.o. (hahaha) something with his life.
a/n: reading so much great kaisoo fanfiction made my feels overflow and I had to write even though my writing's pretty crappy compared to the greats (changdictator and paradisist, anyone?) so HERE YOU GO
also updates might be pretty slow/about the same length as this (I can't churn out 12k monster fics ok) so OTL please read and comment? :3


Jongin feels alone -- alone in this warm (humid, smothering) bustling city that never sleeps (never dies), alone in his rented one-bedroom apartment that feels too grim with all of the blank walls staring back at him.

Go travel, Baekhyun had said, looking up at him with a searching look in his eyes. Get away from Seoul for a bit, yeah? And don't beat yourself up about it. It's not your fault.
It's not your fault.
Jongin leans against the rusty black railing outside of his apartment complex and takes another long, slow drag from his cigarette. Flicking the ash off the smoldering tip, he exhales slowly, letting the smoke form a haze around his head. Hong Kong's beautiful, if you stay within the neon lighted malls and stick to the tourist itinerary, all glass skyscrapers and giggling schoolgirls and East-meets-West.
Jongin doesn't want to be a tourist. He wants to be back in Seoul with Lu Han and Se Hun and be somewhere he actually belongs, not smoking out the rest of his life in some city where he can't even understand what anyone's saying.
Although if he has to stay here (here meaning anywhere but Seoul) any longer, he'll pick a tall building at random and the rest of his life will admittedly be very short.
Crushing the half-smoked cigarette underneath his heel, he turns to go back inside. He flicks his eyes up and suddenly catches and holds another boy's wide eyed gaze: the kind that looks innocent, sort of like how a fox looks innocent with bloody chicken feathers around its mouth.
"Yes?" he ventures, rather hesitantly, until he remembers that he's not in Korea anymore and this is fucking Hong Kong, where they speak fucking Cantonese, which sounds like they're fucking yelling at each other all the time-- "Oh!" the boy's eyes widen even more (How is that even possible, he almost looks like he's possessed, Jongin muses) as the corners of his mouth push upwards. "You're Korean, too! I thought you might be, since I overheard you working out the lease contract with the landlord--" Jongin winced. The contract had taken an hour and almost all of the landlord's patience, Jongin's faltering attempts at Cantonese and natural shyness turning him back into the incoherent, bumbling schoolboy that he thought he'd left behind four years ago.
"Uh..." the boy had stopped talking and was now looking at him with undisguised curiosity. "...yeah," Jongin manages to get out, vaguely wishing he hadn't put out his cigarette so soon. It was too early in the morning to be dealing with other people without some sort of screen in between.
"So... what's your name?" The boy's wide eyes scan quickly across his face, tracing the slope of his nose and dipping into the hollows in his cheeks. A light pink tongue darts out to swipe nervously at his lips. Jongin almost smirks at this openly unashamed inspection but holds the sudden impulse back and answers, "Kai."
"I'm Kyungsoo," the other replies, and gives him another once-over with those huge eyes, dipping his head slightly and then bouncing back up, meeting his gaze again and holding it until Jongin finally looks away first. Kyungsoo's eyes have the same effect that his dance instructor's had had on him, cutting through all the green envy and bullshit and false bravado and seeing Jongin as Jongin, not Kai, the charismatic stage persona, or Kai, the one who didn't know when to stop and screwed up his one chance of making it big.
Jongin's lost in thought when he realizes that he's been staring at Kyungsoo the entire time, an awkward silence stretching between them like endless transparent panes of glass, and stops. He bows slightly in response to questioning eyes, cheeks now lightly dusted with a faint blush, and tries to think of something to say that isn't utterly inane.
"I'll see you around, I guess...?" Kyungsoo finally ventures, pulling out a pen from nowhere. "Here." and he grabs Jongin's hand (Jongin flinches a little, Kyungsoo's hand is almost abnormally hot) and scribbles his number, eight sharp digits stained black against icy skin.
"If you ever want to go out and grab a bite or something. I'm sure it looks nice and all, subsisting on a diet of cigarettes and coffee, like you're living in old black and white photos, but skeleton isn't very in at the moment. You know. Or, I guess, probably not." Takes another look at Jongin's black jeans, black shirt, smoke stained fingers.
"And if you ever want to just talk to someone in a language you can actually converse in without making a fool of yourself," he finishes, and with a cheeky smile and one last long, searching glance that pulls Jongin apart, Kyungsoo walks away in the opposite direction.



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Yes, I'm planning to either kill off Kyungsoo or have them not be together at the end lol. I love writing sad!fics but must have a happy!ending if I'm reading a good fic otherwise I'll cry buckets. Anyways... feedback pl0x? It'll make me very happy c: c: c:
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