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It was evident. It has been bugging Jongin for a week now.

Kyungsoo was definitely avoiding him.

If it was before, Kyungsoo would've fed him every chance he would get. Even in the shows, in front of a million people, Kyungsoo fed him oh so lovingly and before he knew, Jongin was blabbering his love through a poem. And don't even mention oksusu. They had the audacity to do the pink flowers around his words, and if he didn't insist, they would be editing matching sprouts on their heads. But the idea was adorable, when he thinks about it. He giggled, couple sprouts with Kyungsoo hyung.

He brushed his teeth, and took a shower. Jaehyuk sunbae called them for a dance practice, and Jongin dreaded it. Yes, he loved dancing, but not for continuous five long hours with nothing known as a break.

But he had his schedule planned out for the whole week. Because the next week, well, it's special. The 13th of January was coming, and Jongin wanted to prepare something special for his best hyung. But he wondered if he would be able to with Jaehyuk sunbae being the major obstacle in his cause. He'll work something out. Probably.

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"Umm sunbae?" Jongin muttered, fumbling with his fingers.

Jaehyuk was tapping on his phone, and writing something intently on his notepad, perhaps chalking out their upcoming schedule.

"Hmmn Jongin? You have something to say?" Jaehyuk asked, not caring to actually look up at Jongin.

"Umm I was hoping if you could give me a day off?" Jongin mumbled, he knew that asking a day off from their manager was perhaps not a good idea, but hey, you never know. "I know this is sudden, but something's coming up and I have to prepa-"

"It's okay Jongin, one day is not a big deal. You have this whole weekend to yourself, how about that?" Jaehyuk finally looked up, smiling at a very surprised Jongin.

"Re-really?"

"Hey that's unfair! How come we don't get a free weekend?" Baekhyun piped up from the dance floor.

"Well baekhyun, you didn't stay late just to practice your dance moves did you? Unlike you, Jongin has been here almost every night. So he deserves some free time."

"Huh? But sunbae how did you-"

"Jongin there's like at least more than one camera in this place."

"Oh right." He giggled.

"Well then, let's call it a day and off to your rooms. I have much to take care of." Jaehyuk clapped his hands and locked his phone.

"Aahhhh finally, I need my beauty sleep." Baekhyun fluttered his eyelids, and he thought he was being discreet when his gave a flying kiss to the tall boy tagging behind him. And not to mention, the way Chanyeol blushed fifty shades of red, it was not quite a secret anymore. Thank goodness that it didn't catch the eyes of Jaehyuk sunbae or else they would've been in deep shit.

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"Where did Kyungsoo hyung poof off to AGAIN?" Jongin sighed, looking around their living room. Everyone was jammed together on the couch, except his favourite hyung.

"Kyungsoo?" Junmyeon looked up. "He's out. Said he gotta buy something important." He finished quickly and looked down again playing that 'jenga game' or something.

Jongin wanted to bang his head on the wall. Again, for the umpteenth time, hyung went out, but did not tell him. It didn't faze him, but angered him. Earlier, Jongin would tag himself with Kyungsoo wherever he went - to the café, to the arcade, to the park, to the cliff, you name it. But now? No fucking where.

"Fuck this shit. Suho hyung, I'm going out." And before Junmyeon could stop him, he was already dashing outside, grabbing his leather jacket.

Outside, on the streets, Jongin thought of something. Maybe hyung had something really important come up. Maybe he's really too busy to inform him. Maybe he's getting mad for nothing at all. But still, for some reason, it bugged him to no ends. He was walking aimlessly, when a shop in the opposite street caught his attention.

Jongin crossed the road, and observed through the glass. It was probably an accessory shop with all the sunglasses, and fedoras hanging on the hook. Jongin's eyes twinkled when he saw the beautiful rings arranged nicely on the front shelf. That's exactky what he needed right now. With a smile, he went it and pulled his mask up.

"Welcome sir. How may I assist you?" An attendant came near him, wearing a formal tailcoat.

"Oh. Umm well, uh, do you guys have rings?"

Stupid, Jongin thought.

Of course they had them, and one must be blind to not notice them gleaming in the front shelf.

"Ah, yes sir. Follow me." The attendant took him to the furthest side of the shop and handed him a tabloid. "Hope you find the perfect ring for your perfect one, sir!" He said, all professional. Jongin gave a stupid high pitched laugh at the 'perfect one' but did not deny it. Oh well.

He looked through the thousand rings, of all kinds, gold, silver, platinum, radium, all of them too striking and gorgeous. But somehow, none of them appealed to him. None of the rings would suit his fingers. Then on the last page, Jongin stopped at one particular point. A platinum ring it was, a quite simple one. It has two diamonds fixed on it, side by side.

"Oh, it's a couple ring sir, but I'm afraid the other one is out of stock at the moment." The boy said, noticing Jongin staring at the ring. "But if you wish, you can pre-order it, and we'll deliver it to your address."

"N-no, it's okay. But I need this one." Jongin said. "Another thing. Could you guys do something? Like engrave a name on it? Like well umm-"

"Yes, I understand, sir. Just give us the name."

"Jongin. Kim Jongin." He muttered.

"Would you please wait for a few minutes sir? We'd be done soon." He said, noting down the name.

Jongin nodded, and slumped down the sofa, near the reception. He hoped that it would work out well. Why didn't Kyungsoo hyung call him? Why did he not stick to him like before? He liked Kyungsoo hyung being dependent on him, and the time when he didn't anymore felt so damn odd. He was thinking of a lot of things, and someone tapped his shoulders lightly.

"It's done, sir." The previous attendant said. Jongin almost leapt up from his seat and followed the boy eagerly. He handed him the ring carefully.

"P-perfect." Jongin managed out. The ring was just as perfect as he imagined. With his name carved intricately on the platinum, it was just perfect. For his perfect one.

Jongin did the payments when the attendant smiled at him.

"Kim Jongin Kai?" The boy chuckled. "Sorry, it's just that my sister listen to EXO, and I come across this name way too many times, haha. When you first told me the name, the first person I thought of was Exo's Kai." He laughed again.

"Oh does she?" Jongin scratches his neck sheepishly. "Tell her, Jongin said thanks!" And before the shocked boy could utter a single word, Jongin was already going back home.

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"So." Baekhyun deadpanned. Everyone was circling their small living room table, with a serious look.

"Yes." Minseok followed.

"What do we do?" Chanyeol said, third.

Jongin was thinking, how he should give Kyungsoo the ring. Would it be too formal or is it okay to give a ring or would Kyungsoo like it or-

"Uuuuh any idea, Jongin?"

"Huh? What?"

"Jongin we're like having the most important discussion as how to satisfy satansoo and you're just drifting off to somewhere." Chanyeol whined, glaring at him.

"Hey! He's not satansoo!"

"Not to you!"

"Whatever. But I don't know what to do."

"Well, just the traditional things? Buying a cake, blowing candles, gifts and all that?" Minseok said, frustrated.

"But that's too basiiiic!" Baekhyun protested, dramatically throwing his hands in the air.

"But we don't have time for anything else!" Jongdae defended the eldest.

"Ughhhhh fine."

They all decided to celebrate the vocalist's birthday quietly, just the way Kyungsoo would like it. Not too big, not too small. Only them.

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As soon as the clock struck 12, all of them flooded their group chat with a thousand messages.

Happy birthday hyung.

Happy birthday, Kyungsoo!

Happy birthday, Kyung. I love you~

Except Jongin.

Jongin was out, buying a crimson rose. With the ring in his jeans pocket and the rose held carefully between his fingers, Jongin ran up the stairs to their room. He burst through the door, panting hard.

But then stopped.

The room was pitch black. A sweet yet unknown scent was filling up the whole room, mixed with another very familiar scent. It was Kyungsoo's cologne, the one Jongin was insanely addicted to.

"Hyung-"

Before he could complete, the room lit up. Like literally. Several small bulbs were fixed here and there, a soft glow wafting throughout the place. It was pleasant. And the unknown fragrance? Jongin noticed that he was stepping on a million rose petals scattered under his feet in a decorated path, leading to none other than the birthday boy, Kyungsoo.

"Oh my fucking god, hyung. Hyung, you did this?" Jongin couldn't belive his eyes. He was feeling a lot of things at once, making him dizzy. He was confused, lovestruck, awestruck, overwhelmed and he was unsure what to feel first.

"Yes. Is it bad, Jongin? I thought I would celebrate our birthdays together." Kyungsoo said, fumbling with the end of his white shirt. "I thought you would like it." He said, a bit quietly, noticing Jongin's silence.

"Like it? Hyung are you kidding me? Like it? I fucking love it! Like how are you so perfect? What did I do to deserve you? Seriously I'm not worthy to be your.....friend." Jongin finished, his eyes felt wet as he blinked profusely to prevent the tears.

"Friend? Jongin I never saw you as my friend." Kyungsoo said calmly, slowly stepping forward.

"Wh-what? H-hyung? What?" Jongin stuttered, and stepped back.

Kyungsoo did a soft chuckle, and did the most surprising move according to Jongin. He kneeled down, on his knee, and took out a box from his shirt pocket. With a smile, he held the box up with his two hands, and pulled it open.

A ring.

"Will you be my boyfriend, Jongin?" Kyungsoo said.

Jongin believed he died. He died and went to heaven. Because no way in hell, Kyungsoo hyung would kneel before him, asking him to be his b-boyfriend. It was like a dream. Maybe his heart stopped beating all together. He didn't even try this time as the big drops of tears rolled down his cheeks, and plopped on the rose petals underneath.

"Huh? Hyung? You're not joking are you? I thought you were avoiding me and you did all this. I am so stupid. Ok wait. Shit. This is not a birthday dare right? You really seriously truly asked me out just now right? I'm not dreaming am I hyung? This is real Hyung? Hyung I think I'm going mad Hyung-"

A pair of plush lips settled on Jongin's obstructing his speech. He didn't respond and nor did Kyungsoo move his lips. He just placed them over his. Just digesting the feeling.

Kyungsoo was the one to pull back and muttered, "Don't you dare to brush that off as a dream Jongin. I like you, it's as real as it can be."

He took Jongin's left hand in his, and with the greatest care, and love, slipped the ring on his ring finger. Jongin was still crying. Kyungsoo ruffled his hair, and booped his nose with Jongin's.

"Stop crying now, and say something. I don't know about how you feel."

"Of course I wanna be with you but lemme cry for a while. You're just too perfect for me." Jongin sniffed. Without a warning, he snuggled in Kyungsoo's small chest, and Kyungsoo just kissed the top of his head.

"My god, Jongin. I should be the one saying that. You're just too perfect, and maybe I got my hopes way too high to love you."

"Oh fuck no, you're like here and I'm down here," Jongin motioned with his hands, one placed above his tall frame and the other one below his waist. "Oh right, hyung. Before I forget. Hyung, give me your hand~" He trailed.

Kyungsoo did what asked, a tad bit confused. Jongin took out the ring from his back pocket and slipped it on his ring finger.

"Guess we think too much alike." Jongin giggled, followed by Kyungsoo, entwining their fingers.

"Ok so Jongin, if we're done with the romantic talk, care to follow me?"

"Lead the way."

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umm well smut or nah?