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abandoned ; kaisoo selective memory loss fic
i mean, it seemed like a good idea at the time. i feel like writing tragic kaisoo is a fandom rite of passage
kai/kyungsoo, 1.5k, pg
and then they have to work out how to be friends all over again etc the end
kai/kyungsoo, 1.5k, pg
Jongin doesn't even remember it happening. One minute he's in a good mood, humming as he scrubs his hands through his soapy hair, maybe he's dancing a little, and the next he's on the shower floor, his head and neck throbbing with a vicious pain. He's sprawled awkwardly, skull pressed against the tiled wall and one leg folded against the shower door. His shoulder took most of the damage, it seems, and he supposes that's better than cracking his head open. It takes a few seconds for the facts of what just happened to sink in and he groans, curling in on himself as he gingerly prods at the back of his head. He just wiped the hell out in the shower and he's gonna have a huge goose egg. This is so embarrassing.
He's only just managed to push himself up into a sitting position and turn off the water, his back and neck complaining the whole way, when the door opens. “Jongin?” The voice is unfamiliar. So is the face that peeks around the door. Big, wide eyes full of concern, full lips tight with worry. Jongin lets out a yelp and pulls up his legs, trying to hide his nakedness. “Are you okay? I heard a bang.” He steps inside the bathroom and Jongin immediately drops his hands between his legs to cover himself, feeling exposed.
“Who are you?” he demands. He has to be a trainee, Jongin thinks, he's so small. He's never even seen this one before, he's sure he'd remember that deer-in-headlights stare. “What the hell? I'm fine, get out.”
Frowning, eyebrows furrowed, the guy drops to a squat, watching Jongin carefully. “What do you mean, who am I?” He reaches up beside him and grabs a towel, sliding the shower door open and tossing it to Jongin. Jongin's not ungrateful, but he's just as confused. “Jongin, are you okay? I know your waist has been acting up lately –”
The familiarity in his tone makes Jongin's fingers tighten, clutching at the towel. This situation is embarrassing enough without some random guy barging in and acting like he knew him. Luckily, leader to the rescue: Joonmyun pokes his head through the door. “What happened?” he asks.
Jongin spreads the towel across his lap. It's less awkward than trying to cover himself with his hands. The strange trainee speaks before Jongin can. “I think he fell in the shower.” He shifts forward on his knees, reaching out an arm to Jongin, as if to assess the damage. Instinctively, Jongin swerves out from under his touch. The guy looks hurt as he pulls back, pausing to gather himself before he speaks again. “I can't tell if he hit his head. Did you land funny?”
His words are directed at Jongin, but his gaze is making Jongin uncomfortable, so he ignores it. “Since when do you let trainees in our dorm?” he asks Joonmyun, scowling.
That brings both Joonmyun and the trainee kneeling in front of him to a halt. The pain in Jongin's shoulder and head is really starting to get to him. “What do you mean, 'trainee'?” Joonmyun asks carefully. Behind him, Chanyeol pushes the door and sticks his head over Joonmyun's arm. He's grinning at Jongin, his big hands resting on Joonmyun's shoulders. Perfect. Just what he needed, Chanyeol rubbernecking his embarrassing accident.
“Him.” He gestures at the guy in front of him. The guy freezes, then twists to look up at Joonmyun. They exchange one long, loaded look which Jongin studiously does his best to pretend he doesn't notice. He busies himself instead with climbing shakily to his feet and wrapping the towel around his waist. “I didn't know you made friends with the young ones.”
As he makes his way carefully out of the shower, he wobbles, and the trainee is instantly on his feet, steadying him with a careful, firm hand against his back. Jongin shoves him off, staring at him. “Jongin,” Joonmyun says slowly. “That's Kyungsoo.”
Oh. Does he know him? He's not good with remembering all the trainees' names. “Sorry,” he says casually, sidling away from him. He doesn't like the way this guy just slides into his personal space, like he belongs. It makes his stomach clench uncomfortably. “Have we met before?”
Kyungsoo is standing in the middle of the bathroom, arms hanging limply at his sides, and he lets out a strangled laugh. “Yeah, two years ago,” he says. “You know, back when we started training together?”
Even Chanyeol is eyeing him strangely now. “What?” he asks, not bothering to disguise the irritation in his voice. He's soaking wet, there's still soap in his hair, his head and shoulders ache so bad, and this weird kid won't stop staring at him. He brings up a hand to assess the back of his head again.
“He's serious,” Chanyeol says, wonderingly.
“Yeah, I am,” Jongin grumps, screwing up his face. “What's wrong with you guys? You're all staring.”
Joonmyun approaches him slowly, like Jongin is a horse that will shy away at a second's notice. It's only slightly different from his usual approach. “Jongin, Kyungsoo is our main vocal. You share a room with him.” His voice is gentle but his words leave Jongin with a horrible rushing in his ears. “He's been with us since debut. You've been friends for years.”
Jongin searches Joonmyun's face for some hint that this is all some terrible joke, that the others have conned Joonmyun into playing along with this stupid charade. Thing is, Joonmyun's never been very good with practical jokes, he always breaks too soon, and this time he looks deadly serious. Jongin grips his damp towel so tightly his knuckles ache a bit. When he glances over at Kyungsoo, he offers Jongin a hesitant smile. “What?” Jongin says finally, his voice small. He's so bewildered.
“Must've hit his head pretty hard,” Chanyeol says sagely. Jongin nods immediately, latching on to this idea. It must've been when he fell and hit his head. He can't look at Kyungsoo. It feels too weird. Joonmyun gently touches Jongin's shoulder, and Jongin ducks a little to let him look at his head. It makes his neck twinge.
“That's going to be a bad one,” Joonmyun tsks. He turns Jongin to examine his shoulder as well. “You're going to be all black and blue.” When he glances up, Kyungsoo is worrying his top lip between his teeth, hands clenched at his sides.
“I didn't mean to fall,” Jongin grumbles, pulling his arm out of Joonmyun's grip. Even that quick movement makes his shoulder throb and he winces. Joonmyun sighs and holds up his hands in defeat. Jongin is already so tired of all of this. His head aches badly and he's dripping all over the floor and he's sick of the wary way they're all watching him. “Go away, I need to finish washing the soap out of my hair.” It's dripping into his eyes now, and it stings.
“Sorry,” Kyungsoo says quickly. His eyes are downcast as he hurries past Jongin, leaving plenty of room between them. Jongin would feel guilty if it weren't for the enormous goose egg raising on the back of his head and the purple bruises already starting to surface on his shoulder.
“When you're done, we'll get someone to check you out, make sure you're okay. Do you need help with that?” Joonmyun asks. Chanyeol shouts with laughter before he lopes after Kyungsoo and Jongin doesn't even bother to answer Joonmyun. He just fixes his eyes on Joonmyun and lets his derision at the mere suggestion bleed through. “I was just asking!”
“No, thanks. Hyung.” He wipes ineffectively at the soapy water dripping down his forehead and grimaces. Joonmyun hovers in the doorway for a second, and Jongin blinks at him. “Hyung.”
“Okay, okay, I get it.”
When he's gone, Jongin leans over the sink, resting his weight heavily on his palms and staring at himself in the mirror. He can see the line of where his shoulder hit the shower's edge and he presses ginger fingertips to where it's already starting to bruise. The image of Kyungsoo staring at him, the wounded look in his wide eyes, Jongin can't shake it.
How do you just forget a person? When he thinks about it, there are gaps all in his head. He remembers their room, he remembers the neatly made bed on the other side, but he doesn't remember who made it. He remembers high notes, but he can't imagine that voice coming out of someone so small.
When Jongin bends to stick his head under the tap, the too-cool water runs past his ears and his eyebrows. He stares at the dull white porcelain, fingers glancing off his bruised skull as he gently washes the rest of the soap out of his hair. He still feels shaky, and he knows that he'll be stiff tomorrow. It's going to make dance practice hell.
He's only just managed to push himself up into a sitting position and turn off the water, his back and neck complaining the whole way, when the door opens. “Jongin?” The voice is unfamiliar. So is the face that peeks around the door. Big, wide eyes full of concern, full lips tight with worry. Jongin lets out a yelp and pulls up his legs, trying to hide his nakedness. “Are you okay? I heard a bang.” He steps inside the bathroom and Jongin immediately drops his hands between his legs to cover himself, feeling exposed.
“Who are you?” he demands. He has to be a trainee, Jongin thinks, he's so small. He's never even seen this one before, he's sure he'd remember that deer-in-headlights stare. “What the hell? I'm fine, get out.”
Frowning, eyebrows furrowed, the guy drops to a squat, watching Jongin carefully. “What do you mean, who am I?” He reaches up beside him and grabs a towel, sliding the shower door open and tossing it to Jongin. Jongin's not ungrateful, but he's just as confused. “Jongin, are you okay? I know your waist has been acting up lately –”
The familiarity in his tone makes Jongin's fingers tighten, clutching at the towel. This situation is embarrassing enough without some random guy barging in and acting like he knew him. Luckily, leader to the rescue: Joonmyun pokes his head through the door. “What happened?” he asks.
Jongin spreads the towel across his lap. It's less awkward than trying to cover himself with his hands. The strange trainee speaks before Jongin can. “I think he fell in the shower.” He shifts forward on his knees, reaching out an arm to Jongin, as if to assess the damage. Instinctively, Jongin swerves out from under his touch. The guy looks hurt as he pulls back, pausing to gather himself before he speaks again. “I can't tell if he hit his head. Did you land funny?”
His words are directed at Jongin, but his gaze is making Jongin uncomfortable, so he ignores it. “Since when do you let trainees in our dorm?” he asks Joonmyun, scowling.
That brings both Joonmyun and the trainee kneeling in front of him to a halt. The pain in Jongin's shoulder and head is really starting to get to him. “What do you mean, 'trainee'?” Joonmyun asks carefully. Behind him, Chanyeol pushes the door and sticks his head over Joonmyun's arm. He's grinning at Jongin, his big hands resting on Joonmyun's shoulders. Perfect. Just what he needed, Chanyeol rubbernecking his embarrassing accident.
“Him.” He gestures at the guy in front of him. The guy freezes, then twists to look up at Joonmyun. They exchange one long, loaded look which Jongin studiously does his best to pretend he doesn't notice. He busies himself instead with climbing shakily to his feet and wrapping the towel around his waist. “I didn't know you made friends with the young ones.”
As he makes his way carefully out of the shower, he wobbles, and the trainee is instantly on his feet, steadying him with a careful, firm hand against his back. Jongin shoves him off, staring at him. “Jongin,” Joonmyun says slowly. “That's Kyungsoo.”
Oh. Does he know him? He's not good with remembering all the trainees' names. “Sorry,” he says casually, sidling away from him. He doesn't like the way this guy just slides into his personal space, like he belongs. It makes his stomach clench uncomfortably. “Have we met before?”
Kyungsoo is standing in the middle of the bathroom, arms hanging limply at his sides, and he lets out a strangled laugh. “Yeah, two years ago,” he says. “You know, back when we started training together?”
Even Chanyeol is eyeing him strangely now. “What?” he asks, not bothering to disguise the irritation in his voice. He's soaking wet, there's still soap in his hair, his head and shoulders ache so bad, and this weird kid won't stop staring at him. He brings up a hand to assess the back of his head again.
“He's serious,” Chanyeol says, wonderingly.
“Yeah, I am,” Jongin grumps, screwing up his face. “What's wrong with you guys? You're all staring.”
Joonmyun approaches him slowly, like Jongin is a horse that will shy away at a second's notice. It's only slightly different from his usual approach. “Jongin, Kyungsoo is our main vocal. You share a room with him.” His voice is gentle but his words leave Jongin with a horrible rushing in his ears. “He's been with us since debut. You've been friends for years.”
Jongin searches Joonmyun's face for some hint that this is all some terrible joke, that the others have conned Joonmyun into playing along with this stupid charade. Thing is, Joonmyun's never been very good with practical jokes, he always breaks too soon, and this time he looks deadly serious. Jongin grips his damp towel so tightly his knuckles ache a bit. When he glances over at Kyungsoo, he offers Jongin a hesitant smile. “What?” Jongin says finally, his voice small. He's so bewildered.
“Must've hit his head pretty hard,” Chanyeol says sagely. Jongin nods immediately, latching on to this idea. It must've been when he fell and hit his head. He can't look at Kyungsoo. It feels too weird. Joonmyun gently touches Jongin's shoulder, and Jongin ducks a little to let him look at his head. It makes his neck twinge.
“That's going to be a bad one,” Joonmyun tsks. He turns Jongin to examine his shoulder as well. “You're going to be all black and blue.” When he glances up, Kyungsoo is worrying his top lip between his teeth, hands clenched at his sides.
“I didn't mean to fall,” Jongin grumbles, pulling his arm out of Joonmyun's grip. Even that quick movement makes his shoulder throb and he winces. Joonmyun sighs and holds up his hands in defeat. Jongin is already so tired of all of this. His head aches badly and he's dripping all over the floor and he's sick of the wary way they're all watching him. “Go away, I need to finish washing the soap out of my hair.” It's dripping into his eyes now, and it stings.
“Sorry,” Kyungsoo says quickly. His eyes are downcast as he hurries past Jongin, leaving plenty of room between them. Jongin would feel guilty if it weren't for the enormous goose egg raising on the back of his head and the purple bruises already starting to surface on his shoulder.
“When you're done, we'll get someone to check you out, make sure you're okay. Do you need help with that?” Joonmyun asks. Chanyeol shouts with laughter before he lopes after Kyungsoo and Jongin doesn't even bother to answer Joonmyun. He just fixes his eyes on Joonmyun and lets his derision at the mere suggestion bleed through. “I was just asking!”
“No, thanks. Hyung.” He wipes ineffectively at the soapy water dripping down his forehead and grimaces. Joonmyun hovers in the doorway for a second, and Jongin blinks at him. “Hyung.”
“Okay, okay, I get it.”
When he's gone, Jongin leans over the sink, resting his weight heavily on his palms and staring at himself in the mirror. He can see the line of where his shoulder hit the shower's edge and he presses ginger fingertips to where it's already starting to bruise. The image of Kyungsoo staring at him, the wounded look in his wide eyes, Jongin can't shake it.
How do you just forget a person? When he thinks about it, there are gaps all in his head. He remembers their room, he remembers the neatly made bed on the other side, but he doesn't remember who made it. He remembers high notes, but he can't imagine that voice coming out of someone so small.
When Jongin bends to stick his head under the tap, the too-cool water runs past his ears and his eyebrows. He stares at the dull white porcelain, fingers glancing off his bruised skull as he gently washes the rest of the soap out of his hair. He still feels shaky, and he knows that he'll be stiff tomorrow. It's going to make dance practice hell.
and then they have to work out how to be friends all over again etc the end
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So, tragic Kai/Kyungsoo huh? Do we get the angst that goes with the relearning each other part? The making up and falling in love part? Or am I simply free to imagine it any way I like? Either way is fine by me! :)
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basically, had i written it, it would've been mostly based around them rebuilding their relationship again, yeah. before kai fell they were sort of hooking up, but in a tentative, making out sleepily at night and spooning but not talking about it way, and it breaks kyungsoo's heart to suddenly have that taken away from him. and they're still forced into tight quarters and they're under scrutiny all the time bc of the fans etc so they have to pretend that everything is fine, which sucks for kai bc he hates people he doesn't trust in his personal space and it sucks for kyungsoo bc he can feel how tense kai is, and it's bummer central
but they slowly rebuild everything and make up and make kisses the end