"Jongin, is it true?" Kyungsoo asks, staring at the velvet couch beside him, not in any way planning to sit down. Kyungsoos voice sounds eerily distant, even to himself, detached and so far away. He cant bear to look at the youngers handsome face, not now, else all the resolve he came here with will dissolve like smoke dissipating into thin air. "What are you talking about, hyung?" Jongin tries to stall, but it only catalyzes everything Kyungsoo tries oh so carefully to contain. "You know exactly what the fuck Im talking about!" Kyungsoo closes his eyes shut, his breath hitching, trying, grasping on nothing to keep himself together. "Hyung..." Jongin moves a step closer and Kyungsoo sees it on his peripheral vision. White shirt on tan skin. He backs away, two steps farther. He trembles slightly, and sighs, hoping for everything to already end. ForewordSorry if this was too dramatic.I actually wrote this with Kyungsoo in the mind of a kaisoo shipper (borderline delulu, I know).Feel free to comment, I really like comments.Crossposted on Ao3:https://archiveofourown.org/works/17311514Also follow me on twitter (I stan GOT7, but EXO is really close to my heart):https://twitter.com/flamingdongsaen