#KIMJONGIN

[darikmur]

[exodusanti]

KAI - Film #ROVER (2023)

[kaieyed]

miss this baby 🤍

[doemi-soo]

[randomkdump01]

[h4rd-t0-sw4ll0w-p1lls]

k a i s o o.

[yeolwlrma]

to my exo, who never failed to shine the brightest even in the darkest night, who stood tall amidst everything that has happened, who remained humble and kind even after receiving countless awards, I’m truly thankful for having known you in this life. I have no regrets spending a decade a year with all of you and I’d gladly spend a lifetime more with you all. I love you all, my youth and my home. My loveliest human beings who never failed to make me the happiest. Happy 11th Anniversary, my loves 💖 

[olafolafsen78]

It's a real problem

obsession doesn't wane as one grows older

it refines

[amnesiaforkai]

Late night study session Kim Jongin/Kai Exo reader

Summary: A late-night study session with Jongin takes a surprising turn as his fingers start to wander, making it hard to focus on anything else.

Word count: 1,040

Warnings/Tags: Cute, fluffy, suggestive

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The quiet of your room is broken only by the faint ticking of the clock on the wall and the soft scratching of Jongin’s pencil against his notebook. The clock reads a little past midnight, and you��re struggling to keep focused on the math problem in front of you, feeling the warmth radiate from Jongin, who’s seated close—too close next to you.

His knee presses against yours, a casual touch that he probably doesn’t think twice about, but every time you shift even a little, it sends a spark through you. His shoulder brushes against yours each time he leans in a bit more, his concentration solely on the formulas he’s scribbling down. You steal a glance at his profile, admiring at the way the dim light casts shadows over his cheekbones, accentuating the sharp line of his jaw. His brows are furrowed in thought, and his lips press together as he bites down, clearly focused on the problem at hand.

His hands, those skilled and slender hands move with such precision, and it’s oddly captivating to watch him write. You try to drag your gaze away, but every line, every mark he makes, seems to add to this quiet tension hanging in the air. Heat rises in your cheeks as you pull yourself back to your own notebook, trying to breathe steadily.

But then, suddenly, you feel it—his hand, warm and subtle, resting against the side of your thigh. It’s such a gentle touch that you wonder if he even realizes what he’s doing. Your heart picks up speed, hammering so loud you’re certain he can hear it.

Your mind races, the math equations now completely forgotten as his fingers stay there, just barely pressing against you, grounding you in a way that feels stimulating. You dare to look up, and before you can stop yourself, you find your eyes drawn to him again.

Before you know it, you’re caught, mid-stare as the corner of Jongin’s lips curve into the faintest hint of a smirk. The dimple that appears is unmistakable, a small but devastatingly sexy reminder that he knows exactly what he’s doing.

You squint, trying to decipher that look in his eyes, but instead, you fall deeper into the storm in his eyes. The longer you stare, the harder it is to ignore the way his smirk seems to grow, his posture shifting to something more relaxed, almost…cocky. He leans slightly to the side, his elbow propped on the edge of the table, fingers curling against his cheek as he tilts his head, letting you take in the entire view of him, almost as if he’s daring you to make a move.

And then you realize, he’s been watching you, too.

You feel your breath catch as his brown eyes lock onto yours, studying you with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. There’s something teasing, something unsaid, lingering in that gaze. He arches a brow, the silent question evident.

Are you going to say anything?

You try to hold his gaze, but the weight of it, makes it impossible to think straight. His fingers, still casually resting on your thigh, don’t move, if anything, his hand feels more solid now, steadying you in this moment that feels charged beyond reason.

“Is there something on my face?” he murmurs, voice low and filled with a teasing edge, his smirk deepening as he catches the way you swallow hard.

You open your mouth to respond, but words fail you. There’s nothing you can say that won’t give away just how much his closeness is affecting you. Instead, you manage a small, shaky smile, trying to ignore the way your pulse races.

But then, his hand shifts ever so slightly, fingers brushing up in a way that leaves no room for doubt, and your breath hitches.

“Come on,” he says softly, leaning in a little more, voice barely a whisper now. “If you keep staring like that, I might just stop studying and do something else…”

He pauses for a brief moment, his gaze locking onto yours, the weight of his words hanging in the air. Then, his lips part just enough to form the words, barely audible but full of meaning.

To you.

The way he mouths the words, the way his lips pout just slightly as he says it, sends a jolt straight through you. Your eyes can’t tear away from them, watching the way his lips move so close to yours, too close to be considered normal for friends. The air between you thickens, and all you can focus on is the heat of his gaze and the lingering sound of that single word, echoing in your mind.

The space between you and him feels incredibly small now, you swallow, trying to find your voice, but it’s trapped somewhere in the haze of your thoughts.

For a moment, you consider saying nothing, letting the silence stretch between you, letting him hold the upper hand. But something in you refuses to stay silent. Something inside you wants to test the waters, to see if this tension is real or just your imagination running wild.

You take a steadying breath, trying to steady your racing heartbeat, and tilt your head slightly, meeting his gaze once more. “And what exactly would that be?” Your voice comes out softer than you intended, but it’s enough to make his eyes flash with something dangerous, something predatory.

His lips twitch, a smile tugging at the corners as he leans even closer, his breath warm against your skin. His hand still rests on your thigh, the pressure light but still there, almost as if he’s waiting for you to make the next move.

“You’ll find out if you stop staring and start doing something,” he murmurs, his voice laced with amusement, but there’s an underlying challenge to his words, daring you to do something.

[darikmur]

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[darikmur]

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[kaieyed]

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[doemi-soo]

[randomkdump01]

[h4rd-t0-sw4ll0w-p1lls]

k a i & b a e k

[yeolwlrma]

To the men I’ve fallen for a decade and a year ago, congratulations so another milestone. A lot has happened during those years but here you are, still standing strong and tall. I couldn’t be any more proud of what you’ve all achieved, from group acts to solo acts. Whatever the case is, I’ll be here, waiting, staying, for all of you, always. I love you all so much. Thank you for making my youth the best it could ever be. My EXO, my home, my love 💖