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Confession

pairing: kai x reader

genre: frustration?, smut, fluff (i guess), soulmate au

words: 6962

a/n: i got an idea for this AGES ago on the clock app when the trend was going around with people hearing their soulmates sing or listen to music. so here’s a little soulmate au following that idea! hope you like it 🤓

warning: consensual sex 🤷🏼‍♀️

• • • • • •

You were fourteen when you first heard it, the song inside your head that wasn’t a part of your own stream of consciousness. It wasn’t often that people heard the music that young, but your soulmate must have turned eighteen, setting off the internal (and subconscious) alarm that it was time to make themself known.

Because of it being rare that soulmates heard each other earlier than the age of eighteen, you didn’t realize that that’s what it was at first. Actually, you were under the impression that someone was playing music right into your ear as you were trying to concentrate on your homework. The last thing you thought it was going to be was your soulmate…especially at your age.

You, seated in the silence of the class, groaned outwardly and asked, “Is someone really playing music out loud right now?! Some of us are trying to concentrate…” Hey, at least you didn’t swear at them even though you really wanted to.

Your classmates were startled by your outburst, looking at you like you had grown two heads. Why were you the only one complaining about the noise? In class, you were allowed to listen to headphones, but this was pushing it for you.

Your teacher was the first to speak when he told you that nobody was playing any music. You couldn’t understand what you were hearing then. Placing both your hands over your ears to cover the sound, you tested to see if that would help. It didn’t, seeing as the song you’d never heard before was still loud and present to only you.

From the seat beside you, you felt an elbow jab into your rib. When you looked over with a flinch, you saw your friend with a huge smile on their face, and their eyes wide open. Clearly, they had something to say.

“What?” You asked, clearly irritated by everything going on. If you were distracted for one more minute…

“It has to be your soulmate!” They whispered, clear jealousy written across their face. They’d been obsessed with the concept of soulmates since you two were little, so of course this would be exciting for them. They’d done all the research, knowing everything they could know about soulmates. They wanted to research the soulmate bond for the rest of their life, as a career. Their parents researched them already, and although you were best friends, you never really understood the appeal. The thought of having one person that you were destined for never really made any sense to you. But you were only fourteen, so what did you know, really?

“Isn’t it too early for that?” You asked, realizing that your life just got a whole lot more complicated if it really was your soulmate…not to mention noisy.

They shrugged, going back to their homework after saying, “Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t. Apparently it’s uncommon but not impossible. Most soulmates are the same age, but yours must be older than you. I read this one book where someone was talking about how they weren’t able to block them out in the slightest until they turned eighteen! Maybe you’ll be lucky and they don’t really listen to music like you!”

The idea that your soulmate was currently eighteen while you were fourteen grossed you out, but clearly there was nothing you could do about it yet. And if what they were saying was true, there, and you couldn’t block out your soulmate, you were going to scream. Wait…

“Hey,” you got your friend’s attention again after a thought popped into your head, “can my soulmate hear me then?”

Your friend shook their head and explained, “They won’t hear you until you’re eighteen.”

That was just great. You were stuck with this for the next four years while they’d get off without having any kind of interruption in their life.

After that first day, you didn’t tell anyone for an entire week; however, it had been a full week of your not being able to sleep. Your best friend had been severely mistaken when they said you might be lucky by getting a soulmate that didn’t listen to music…they liked it, a lot. You were sure that they were going to kill you. Your mom only found out because she heard you cry from lack of sleep. They never stopped listening to music. You didn’t know what to do to drown it out. Of course, she had to contact your friend’s parents to see what they had to say, but there was really not much that could be done.

At first, she was genuinely concerned for your well-being. It wasn’t only uncommon that soulmates were that many years apart in age, but it seemed they were genuinely affecting your life in a negative way. She helped you figure out whatever was needed to try to get you back on track. You were generally someone who preferred dead silence. Sure, you listened to music sometimes, but it didn’t take up that much space or importance in your life…you couldn’t say the same for your soulmate. They must have lived and breathed music.

And for the first while, you were constantly frustrated with them. Actually, it was more than frustration–it was anger. They would repeat the same song over and over again, and sometimes it was only one specific part of the song. For hours. You concluded that they had to be practicing something with the songs. There was no way that they willingly listened to songs that much. They had to have a job that was related to music, because any normal person would not even be able to listen to that much music while working if their job didn’t require them to.

You’d figured out that listening to your own music was the only solution to drown them out. Wearing noise cancelling headphones to sleep wasn’t exactly ideal (especially considering it took you weeks to get used to having noise when trying to fall asleep), and it certainly wasn’t acceptable to go around school and out in public wearing said headphones.

You tried taking medication and meditating. It was almost to the point where your mom was considering homeschooling you, so that you could simply work when they weren't listening to music instead of having to force yourself to focus with their noisy lifestyle.

But you had to admit that it wasn’t all bad. You were making it sound insanely dramatic, when there were pros in amongst all the cons. There was one specific thing that made you forget what you didn’t like about the soulmate bond—it was that even when they listened to those damned songs through the entire night as you were trying to sleep, they would seem to make it up to you. It was like they knew how much you must have been struggling. Some nights, when you were getting ready to sleep or you were laying in bed, a soft voice would float through your mind, humming tunes or lightly singing songs. He would easily lull you to sleep as you let the calm sounds fill you up from head to toe. It was actually the only time you didn’t try to block him out.

After it all, you grew older, graduated high school, and got used to it all. You increasingly realized that you couldn’t wait to find him…if only to give him a little piece of your mind.

• • • • • •

Jongin on the other hand, felt dejected when he turned 19 and then 20 and then 21. He didn’t understand why he wasn’t hearing you yet. He’d grown up with this crazy desire to have this special person once he’d turned 18, but it just wasn’t happening for him. All his friends and colleagues were hearing their soulmates or had already found them, and all that occupied his head was silence.

His parents tried to tell him that it was fine and that his soulmate was just getting ready for him. He would love them so much that they really needed to prepare. But it was insanely frustrating to someone like him who’d waited and waited for the day to come. He tried to fill his time as much as he could with work to try to distract himself from the fact that day after day he never heard from you. Still, whenever he went to bed at a reasonable hour and relaxed, he always sang a calm song, in hopes that you could hear him.

Taemin had once mentioned to him that you may have been able to hear him because you could have simply just been younger than him. He’d seen an article on the internet about it happening, although rare enough that it was not common. His words gave Jongin at least a little bit of hope.

Yet thinking about the fact that you could hear whatever he was listening to or singing made him anxious for when he finally met you. He wasn’t stupid. He knew that you probably wanted to scream and hit him from the sheer amount of times he listened to the same song… But what was he to do? He choreographed routines for a living! If you really were younger than him, then you must have still been in high school, which meant that you would have to listen to the music while studying for exams or listening to your teachers talk. His listening wasn’t uniform, with stops, rewinds, replays, and everything else imaginable, so it couldn’t have been easy to deal with.

The first time Jongin heard you, he was woken up from a nap with the happy birthday song being sung to you. It took him a moment to realize that the song was for you and not for him… his birthday had been months ago. As much as he didn’t like being woken up from a nap, he was so at ease from finally hearing you. The thought of you having put him right back to sleep with a trace of a smile on his face.

Jongin’s attitude changed noticeably in the weeks that followed. He seemed much happier, coming in to work with a chipper smile and jokes. He was never one to joke around when it came to work. It was such a noticeable difference in his attitude that everyone noticed, not just him.

“You seem to be feeling better lately…” Taemin commented, sitting across from him, both of the men with their drinks of choice at a coffee shop.

Jongin couldn’t stop the small smile that appeared on his face. He shyly looked away from his friend when he answered, “I can hear her.”

Taemin was so happy for him that he practically spilled all his coffee onto the table when he went to tap his friend on the shoulder in congratulations. He had found his soulmate a few years ago, so now that Jongin could hear you, he didn’t feel so bad bringing her around.

“Sometimes I hear her singing along to the songs that I’m working with. It’s quite cute actually. But she mostly just plays her own music even louder to try to drown me out, I’m assuming. I can’t imagine my job is easy on her,” Jongin admitted, taking a long sip of his drink. You only listened to music when he was listening to music, so it only made sense to him that you didn’t enjoy it like he did.

“God, she must HATE it, having to hear the song so many times!” Taemin laughed.

“What’s it like after you meet your soulmate?” Jongin asked. He had never asked him before because the thought just made him more sad, but now that he knew that you were out there, the question didn’t scare him.

“You can control it more. There’s a way that you can communicate more than just hearing what the other person hears. It’s a lot more controlled. I think you’ll like it when you finally meet her,” Taemin explained. He found this inquisitive and happy side of Jongin so refreshing after the rude and workaholic Jongin that had become his friend for the last four years.

“I just hope I meet her soon…”

• • • • • •

You’d now been eighteen for a few months, and lucky for you, your soulmate seemed to be listening to slightly less music than he had been before he started hearing you. The song that he was replaying for the last few days was a little different. He was the one singing it, unlike all the other songs that he’d played over before.

The version of the song was by all means not clean and your mind wandered.

…I just want to know your favourite position, put your legs up, switch the position…

You couldn’t get those lines out of your head. Because he was the one singing the song, you could practically picture him with you in your bedroom. You’d never seen him, but it was like your imagination knew what he looked like. You could see him almost perfectly…and he was just right.

The strangest feeling rippled through you as you imagined everything that he could do to you, for you…and what you could do for him. You leaned back on your bed, grateful that you’d closed the door already, separating you from your family.

You trembled, thinking about the hot breath of his voice where your hand was teasing. You thought about the touch of his hands over your skin currently prickled with goose bumps.

You whispered his own song back as you found your rhythm, voice barely able to form the words coherently. It was amazing, thinking about him, but you wanted it to actually be him more than you ever would have thought before.

Just earlier today, you wanted to strangle the man for his noisy lifestyle, and now you would beg for him to be between your legs in place of your own hand. You tried to take your time, but with your thoughts and the sound of his song, it didn’t take long for you to be writhing on your sheet–tired, breathless, satisfied, and confusingly enough…frustrated.

• • • • • •

Unfortunately, you wouldn’t meet each other for another two years. The way you found each other was a complete accident, some would have even called it coincidence that you were at the same place at the same time. You, on the other hand, would have called it fate.

You were currently an intern at a large entertainment company. You weren’t necessarily into the entertainment business per se, but it was where your degree took you, and you definitely would have not passed up an experience like this one. You were twenty now, and facing the world didn’t seem as scary as it once had.

It was quite literally your first day there, and they were giving you a tour of the building. One of the practice rooms was getting ready to be used, so it was the first place you were headed. They were going to show you exactly how it all went down, with the cameramen, the choreographers, the crew and the artists themselves.

You watched in awe as people were laughing, surrounding what looked to be like the choreographer, asking him about what masterpiece he was going to show them this time.

He seemed familiar, but you couldn’t put your finger on it.

The energy in the room was chaotic and stressful, but also awesome and addicting. You didn’t think that you’d ever feel that way about entertainment, but you assumed it was the influence of your soulmate for the past six years.

It seemed as though they were about to begin what would probably be a tiring day of memorization, so everyone quieted down and got ready while you couldn’t keep your eyes off the choreographer.

Suddenly, the song you’d been hearing more recently playing constantly through your mind came on. But hearing music like this was not like anything you’d ever heard before. It was so clear and precise, unlike when you even listened to music in headphones, unlike listening to your soulmate through the annoying bond. It was like it was being sung to you…like you weren’t actually listening to it in person. It was infinitely impossible to explain. It resonated through your body like you were one with the song. You weren’t sure if what you were feeling was even real, maybe it was how your soulmate felt while listening to the song.

The choreographer seemed to be taken aback as well. The boys to whom he was going to teach the routine all seemed confused by his stillness because he was hesitating and not showing them the routine. He had even stopped explaining his vision for them mid-sentence when the song turned on.

His eyes snapped up and started looking around the room to try to wrap his head around what was happening. When you made eye contact with him, you just knew that he was your soulmate. It felt natural to look at him, be in the same room as him.

You dropped the pen that you were using to take as many notes as possible. You sucked in a deep breath and shuffled an inch back when he took a step toward you.

Clearing his throat and not looking away from you, your soulmate said, “Can we take 5?...Everyone get out for a minute.”

It didn’t actually come off as rude as it sounded, but you could tell that everyone including your bosses were confused as to why the two of you needed time alone when you’d just met.

He began walking towards you before everyone had left. It was a shock when he was right in front of you, but you got over it quick enough. Whatever spell you’d just been under broke and all those years of annoyance from him came flooding back.

“So it’s you…” you breathed, jutting a finger into his chest to emphasize your words.

“Me?” He looked innocent with his big eyes and soft face when he answered.

You closed your eyes and smiled, laughing a bit before saying, “You have been the bane of my existence since I was fourteen. That’s six years. Six. Whole. Years. Do you have any idea what that amount of noise can do to a person? Especially someone like me who has just entered high school and was just trying to get good grades. I was sleepless for months, wanting nothing more than for you to disappear. I didn’t even care about soulmates and I just happened to be a rare occurrence of having one four years older than me. God, I want to strangle you for all that you’ve put me through over the years…”

He looked at you like he was expecting you to say something like that, but when he opened his mouth to reply, you cut him off and continued, “Do you even realize how much music you listen to in a day? I don’t even like it all that much and I was completely forced to listen to it practically all day. And worse was that you often pull all-nighters with the same song. I can’t even look at you right now! I’m so fucking mad at you! How could soulmates be so different?” You mumbled that last sentence after taking a deep breath and walking out of the room, crewmates and the artists almost falling onto the floor as you opened the door. They’d clearly been eavesdropping. You stepped over them and stormed down the hall, intent on not coming back…although, you knew you’d be right back in the office after lunch. A brief moment of regret passes through you for not even getting his name, but that was quickly replaced with the frustration of finally meeting him in person.

• • • • • •

The next time you met was about a week later when you ran into each other in the elevator. He seemed surprised to see you while you tried to make your own facial expressions void of emotion.

“My name is Kim Jongin,” he whispered, avoiding your gaze. He sounded sad, which made you regret the way you’d spoken to him last week. You supposed it could have waited for a better time and place, but you were never one to keep quiet instead of speaking your mind.

“Y/N,” you said, trying to be polite. You took a peek at him from under your eyelashes. He really was handsome and very nearly the picture that you’d created of him in your mind. “I’m sorry about the other day…It was just a lot to process. You’ve been in my head for a long time, and I apparently had a lot to say…”

He didn’t really acknowledge your apology when he asked, “I don’t mean to sound too forward…but would you like to come over for dinner tonight? I’m cooking. We can talk more then.”

“Okay,” you answered, handing him your phone. “Here, put your number in my phone so you can text me your address later.”

• • • • • •

Looking down at the message Jongin sent you explaining where he lived, you took a deep breath and knocked on the door. “Come in!” You heard a muffled yell, the low playlist he’d been listening to becoming fuller and clearer in your mind.

You smelled the food before you saw it. He had a nice apartment, his job clearly paying more than enough. When you walked through the doorway to the kitchen after taking off your shoes, you saw him standing over the stove, mixing something. He looked up at you, sending you a tentative smile.

You figured he must still be hesitant with you, considering how you treated him when you first met.

“Hi,” you said quietly, trying to ease his nerves. Now that you’d let out all your anger, you were ready to move on and get to know him better.

“Hey,” he replied, shoulders relaxing a fraction. It wasn’t very obvious, just enough that you could understand he was anxious.

“Thanks for inviting me over for supper. I’m still sorry about how I acted last week…” You awkwardly stood there, not knowing where to sit until you decided to cut it out. You were soulmates for heaven’s sake. Why were you acting scared to be around him?

You saw a piece of counter near him that was clean, unused, so you walked toward it and asked him, “Do you mind if I sit here? I’d like to watch you cook.”

He seemed taken aback by your words but nodded nevertheless, keeping his eyes on you the entire time. You were eye-level with him on the counter, and could see everything about his features clearly from your vantage.

His brown eyes swirled like your favourite chocolate, full lips slightly gnawed (you guessed from nerves). His hair was done to perfection, looking soft and strategically placed. He had changed his clothes since work today, opting for a nice pair of corduroy pants and a sweater with teddy bears all over it. He smelled amazing, quite possibly like your new favourite scent.

He opened his mouth to say something when the next song on the playlist began, catching you off guard. You recognized the tune, having heard it over and over again a couple years ago. “Wait,” you interrupted, putting your hand up to block his words. “I thought you sang this song?” Thinking about the song brought back memories of many lonely nights you wished to have with him. Still to this day, it contained the lyrics and the voice that brought you to the finish line every time.

He seemed confused at first before registering which song it was. A closed-mouth chuckle shook his shoulders as he looked at the stove quickly to check the food. “I sang a demo for the artist…I’m not surprised you remember the song.”

You looked up at his face, not understanding how he would know that you would remember something from years ago. “What do you…” Butterflies danced in your stomach as the nervous feelings about being near him surfaced. The latest time you thought of the song coming to mind. It wasn’t even that long ago. You felt a blush start to creep up your chest and neck.

You wanted to look away, but when his eyes met yours, you couldn’t. He was looking at you curiously when he cheekily asked, “You must like the other lyrics better?” His gaze shifted to your lips that parted in surprise before he quickly took the pot off the stove.

His breaking the stare gave you the opportunity to look at anything else but him, to catch the breath you didn’t know you were holding. You didn’t answer him. You couldn’t answer him. If you lied and said that you didn’t know they changed, he would have been able to tell. You had never been a good liar.

When he looked back at you and realized that you were not going to answer his question, he admitted even cockier than before, “You sing the song under your breath when you masturbate, Y/N.”

Your face completely flushed and you tried to wiggle off the counter, but his hands shot out and caught one on each knee. He parted them, settling into the spot on the counter between them. You were so embarrassed you stared at a single loose thread on his sweater near his shoulder. “H-how do you know that?”

“Maybe call it soulmate’s intuition…but the breathing is unique,” he explained, moving his head to the side to see if he could catch your eye once again.

“Oh, my god. I’m so mortified…” you admitted, hands coming up to cover your face.

“Oh, please don’t be,” he admitted, “I-I like hearing it.” His hands softly went over yours, pulling them away from your face. “Every time I hear you sing it, it reassures me that you’re real and that you’re not with anyone else. It’s nice to know that even though we hadn’t met, it was always me.”

You had to crack a smile. “You never gave me a moment to forget about you.”

His head dipped toward you then not commenting on your words, lips just a hair from yours. “Can I…”

You didn’t let him finish as you quickly nodded and pushed yourself to him. Your kiss was slow, each feeling the other out. You’d kissed one other person in your life, a little act of rebellion against the bond, but it felt wrong. On the other hand, kissing Jongin was completely different. His mouth tasted so good you wanted to thank him for the opportunity of being his soulmate.

You were the first to pull away from the simple kiss. “We should eat…”

“It’s not ready yet,” he breathed, hands cupping your cheeks to bring your mouth back to his.

You gladly invited him back, your hands snaking around his waist to hold him closer to you. Your knees squeezed his hips as you scooted closer to him. Jongin’s mouth parted with yours. You wanted more of him. You were grateful you brushed your teeth and freshened up before you came over.

Between hot kisses, he spoke, “When you sing the song, I admit I can’t help myself…”

Your entire body erupted in shivers at his words, no longer embarrassed by your previous confession.

The oven beeped, signalling to the two of you that dinner was now ready. He broke away for a second to turn it off before immediately resuming your position. He wasn’t even gone long enough for you to notice he took his mind off you for a second.

His hands moved behind your back and lower, cupping your butt to hold you to him. He pulled you off the counter, your feet hitting the ground. His kiss broke, and he grabbed your hand, pulling you to the leather couch next to the kitchen. You both sat down before he asked, “Is this okay?”

You nodded and agreed, “Yes.” Using one of your hands, you began to untuck your sweater from your pants, intent on taking it off for him.

He watched you intently, hands coming out like he wanted to help such a simple action. Once it was over your head, you could see his eyes wander the expanse of your chest, skin raised and chilled from the air. Taking his hand, you leaned back into the couch and brought him with you.

“You’re so surprising,” he stated, pushing your hair back from your face, a knee settling between your legs. His eyes studied your face for emotions.

Flashing him what you thought was your best smile, you shifted up to him.

He groaned, closing his eyes and following the friction as you lowered back down. “I’ve been waiting for you for six years, Y/N. They were the longest years of my life.”

He brought his lips down to yours and resumed exactly where you’d left off in the kitchen. Only this time, he was more frantic with the kisses. You felt his teeth graze your lips, tongue testing your mouth. You sucked, wanting him to continue anything, everything, that he was doing. Your hands found his waist and travelled up his shirt, feeling the tight muscles he’d gained from all his dancing and exercise.

You ground up into him and pushed the shirt up to his shoulders. He broke this kiss only briefly to remove the article of clothing. You thought you imagined it when he asked, “will you sing the song?”

You? He wanted you to sing the song. Fuck that, you wanted him to sing it…exactly how you’d pictured him so many times before.

But you did as he’d asked, unable to deny his request. You sang it softly as he watched you intently. You whispered the lyrics as you held his gaze. A hand went behind you, unclasping your bra. As you continued, his lips placed a single kiss to yours before a kiss to your chin, your jaw, your neck and down your chest. You could barely remember the lyrics now, distracted by how good it felt.

He popped the button of your pants, unzipping them as he kissed your breasts and then your ribs. You wiggled under him, desperately wanting more. When you were no longer able to continue singing, he took over where you left off…he was driving you absolutely crazy.

It was even better than you’d imagined. His nose tickled your belly button as his words vibrated through your stomach. You lifted your butt, so he could pull your pants down. Your panties were an annoyingly thin material separating you from his hot breath. He teased you with the song, and you couldn’t hold in your groan of frustration.

“Tell me what you want, Y/N,” he pressed, mouth moving slowly back up towards your lips, dragging his lips up your skin.

“I want to switch positions,” you breathed. The lyrics flashing through your mind again. You pushed him back, so he was laying on his back with you on top now. You kicked your pants the rest of the way off before running your hands over his chest. His muscles convulsed under your touch, gaining a smirk from you. “Is this okay?” You asked, repeating the question he had posed earlier.

“Absolutely,” he answered, watching your face for any kind of change. You relaxed, straddling one of his thighs as you undid his pants, lifting your body to get rid of the material. “What are you going to do?”

You moved against his thigh, which he tense when he realized your intentions with it. You braced your weight with palms flat on his torso for only a second. You resisted the urge to close your eyes, instead opting to watch him watch you. His adam’s apple bobbed, lips parting as he lifted his leg to make it easier for you.

The new angle took your breath away. This would be enough for you to get off, but you wouldn’t be selfish. While you slowed your pace a fraction, you moved one of your hands from holding yourself up to cupping him through his underwear. His head dug back into the couch pillow, breathing jagged.

You began to move your hand through the material, palming him to the best of your ability while maintaining an adequate speed for yourself. His hips lifted involuntarily up to you. He clearly wanted more but was keeping that to himself, so you brought his attention back to you by asking, “Should I continue?”

His head quickly nodded, hands coming down to the side of his underwear to remove the last piece of clothing he had left. Once it was gone, you leaned down to his face, kissing him hard. Your nipples grazed the hot skin of his chest as you squeezed your thighs around the leg that you’d been riding. It was your turn to explore his body with kisses. You kissed his nose, his eyes, his ears, before grazing your teeth across his jaw and then collarbone. He was harder than he’d been a moment ago, fuelling your ego. You knew you were made for him, and he was made for you.

You took him in your hand, stroking him a few times before darting your tongue out testingly. “You don’t have to do that,” he struggled, watching you intently.

“I want to,” you told him, slowly lowering your mouth around him. You felt his body tremble as you began to move. One of his hands pushed your hair back from your face as the other clutched yours that was holding you up on the side of the couch.

You didn’t have to suck and move for long before he pushed you up and off of him. “You need to stop,” he whined, pulling you up to his face again. You were laying on his chest, waiting for him to continue. “It will be over right now,” he explained, almost looking shy.

You cracked a smile and pecked his lips once before he stated, “Let me touch you.”

You nodded fervently, not embarrassed at all by your eagerness. He shifted you again, so he was back on top, fingers not wasting any time in sneaking into your panties, pulling them down. He barely teased you before a finger entered. You were already so wet that you were asking him for more right after he began.

He leaned down, mouth enveloping one of your breasts, sucking and pulling at the nipple with his tongue and teeth. He felt amazing. “Another one,” you pleaded, pushing yourself up and into him. It wasn't enough. The itch was getting worse. He responded without hesitation, another finger entering you.

Yet it still wasn’t enough.

You grabbed a bicep and pulled him up again, waists almost aligned now. You winced, almost in pain, as his tip brushed over the very spot his fingers had just been occupying. “I want more. We need to do this right now.”

“Already?” He asked, a slight quirk to his mouth. Already? Hadn’t they been playing around long enough?

“Yes. Now…Do you have anything?”

For a moment, you could hear a pin drop in the silence, but he nodded. “In my wallet in my back pocket.”

“Do you often…” You started, almost not wanting him to respond.

“No, never. I was just hopeful,” he sheepishly answered, eyes trying to locate his pants. He got off you for a minute to find the condom. It was agonizing, waiting for him to get ready.

You were relieved by his statement. The thought of someone else getting to experience this with him put a sour taste in your mouth. Finally, he found the condom, fumbling with the package.

He was nervous. So were you.

To try to ease his nerves, you shifted to a sitting position, placing a small kiss to his shoulder. He relaxed slightly, hands no longer shaking. You watched him put the condom on, finding the action interesting. One day you’d want to watch him please himself, that was for sure.

When he was ready, his fingers found your entrance once again to test to see if you were still ready for him. Nothing had changed. You were still (im)patiently waiting for him. His eyes drooped closed when he realized how much you both wanted this.

“You’re sure you want this? I mean we just met…” He hesitantly asked, causing your heart to flutter. He was considerate.

“If you are not inside me in the next five seconds, I am going t–” Your words were interrupted by a hard kiss. Your hand went to where you would connect. He was positioning himself, waiting. You moved up, forcing him to start.

His open mouth rested on yours, not kissing you, just breathing you in. The feeling was new and exciting, both of you wanting to please the other.

“Let me back on top,” you requested, pushing him back.

“Again?” He asked, but immediately listened to you, letting you take control by leaning back.

You lowered onto him, putting one of your feet on the ground beside the couch to use as leverage. “Oh, my god,” your head fell back.

“Oh, my god,” he repeated your words back to you, hands finding your hips and moving up your ribs. “I can’t believe I finally found you...”

Jongin’s phone started ringing from his pocket. The ringer seemed deafening to the situation. He ignored it, trying to maintain the pace. It stopped ringing after a few seconds. But not a moment later, whoever was calling tried again.

Frustrated, you got off him and grabbed the phone, looking at the caller.

Taemin, it read.

“Who’s Taemin?” You asked, sitting back on top of him.

He swallowed, you assumed he was trying to keep his composure. “A friend of mine.”

You smirked, not knowing where this calmness and confidence came from. You swiped, picking up the call, “Hello~, Jongin’s phone.”

“H-hey?” The confusion evident in his voice. “Who…”

“We’re a little busy right now, Taemin, can Jongin call you back later?” You asked, shifting on him, your breath hitching, causing him to flinch.

“Can you just put him on the phone? This is important.” You had planned on hanging up right after you asked him to call you back, but you decided against it, giving the phone to Jongin.

He looked like he didn’t want it, shaking his head, but you put the phone right to his ear. “Hey,” he sounded annoyed with his friend.

You could no longer hear what the conversation was about, but from the looks of it, Jongin was only mildly interested, even though it could have been important.

You began to move again, grinding down onto him. You didn’t want to wait for him to hang up the phone. You wanted him right now. You leaned toward him, kissing his neck. You brought your mouth to his ear that didn’t have a phone pressed against it and whispered, “Isn’t this fun? What’s so important that you can’t have all your attention on me?” Your teeth grazed his earlobe, waiting for him to react. When he shifted under you and made a whine of approval, you smiled against his ear. “Does Taemin know about me?”

“I bet he does now,” he answered, sounding completely distracted. You increased your speed, feeling that you could finish any second now. When you accidentally moaned from hitting the perfect spot, the trance he’d been in broke. “Hey, I’ll call you back…” he dropped the phone, looking you in the eye. “That was not nice…”

“It wasn’t?” His hands held you to him impossibly hard, thrusting up to finish you both off.

He came first, unsurprisingly. He was beautiful in his orgasm, a bead of sweat falling down the side of his forehead as he looked at you. You continued to move with him, bringing your hand to your clit to help yourself along. He watched, almost as if taking notes on what to do in the future.

In a moment, you were also done, taking a well-needed break on his chest.

“You are so interesting,” he commented again, drawing circles on your back.

“Thank you,” you replied as you pressed a small kiss to his chest. “That was awesome. Way better than I imagined.”

“Same. I could have done without Taemin being there though.” His chest rumbled with his words and a laugh that followed them. “Come on,” he sat up, bringing you up with him, “let’s go eat. The food’s probably getting cold.”

• • • • • •

Later that night, after you’d eaten dinner, you were laying on his bed, just looking at one another. You didn’t think you’d ever get tired of looking at him.

“So what did Taemin want, really?” You asked, legs tangling with his.

He closed his eyes and said, “He was explaining a new song he was learning.”

“You haven’t called him back yet,” you commented, a finger tracing over his eyebrows and nose.

“I’d rather spend time with you,” Jongin admitted. “It’s not every day that you find a soulmate that you’ve been waiting six years for. We have so much to catch up on.”

“We have the rest of our lives,” you assured him, cuddling into his chest and closing your eyes. You were right. You did have the rest of your lives.

Thinking back to when you were fourteen, the thought of having one person you were destined for made a lot more sense than it did then.

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