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jennie + kai

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𝗃𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇 — 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟥.𝟢𝟨.𝟥𝟢 ♡ 𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗏𝖾

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Im back!!! And mr Rover tho 🤎

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ꮽི༏ྀ𑇒 🚮🔣 ~ Igual que un Ángel

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𐐪 EXO ♡ like/reblog and credits if you use 💌

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Baekhyun messy headers.

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[exodits]

𝗃𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗌𝗈𝖽𝖺 — 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟥.𝟢𝟩.𝟣𝟢 ♡ 𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗏𝖾.

[exsseraes]

Hear Me Out

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[hibyeolz]

JONGIN ⋆ EXO

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Childhood friends

Kim Jongin x Reader

A/n: hi guys this is my first story so like I'm kinda nervous to post this. Sorry if the English is not as good... and also sorry for the shitty plot I'll maybe make a part 2 cus I lowkey hate this😓

(Y/N/N) is your nickname by the way

Header is from twiceland9 on Pinterest

Enjoy!!!

The first time you met him was on a playground. You had just moved into the neighborhood, unfamiliar with everyone and everything. Nervous, you sat by yourself until a little boy approached you. His bright, curious eyes locked onto your anxious expression, and he offered a warm smile.

“Hey! I’m Kim Jongin. Nice to meet you!” he chirped, extending a small hand toward you. He was about your height, with dark brown hair that gleamed in the sun and an infectious energy that made you feel at ease.

“I’m… (Y/N). Nice to meet you too, Jongin,” you replied softly, your own lips curving into a hesitant smile. Relief washed over you—someone wanted to be your friend.

“Are you new here? I haven’t seen you before,” Jongin asked, tilting his head curiously as he studied you.

You nodded. “Yeah… my mama and papa just moved here.”

Jongin’s eyes lit up in understanding. Without hesitation, he gently grabbed your hand. “Come on! I’ll show you the swings. I love playing on them, and I’ll push you!”

His enthusiasm was contagious, and before you knew it, you were seated on the swing, holding on tightly as Jongin pushed you gently from behind. Your giggles filled the air as the two of you played until the sun dipped below the horizon.

When your mothers called you both home, they introduced themselves, exchanging warm smiles. That night, the foundations of a lifelong friendship were laid.

By the time middle school rolled around, Jongin had become one of the most popular kids in school, especially among the girls. Despite the attention, he never strayed far from your side.

“Hey, (Y/N)! Come over for dinner tonight—Mom’s making your favorite!” Jongin said one afternoon, slinging an arm over your shoulder as the two of you walked down the hallway.

You grinned. “Sure, I’ll be there.”

Growing up with Jongin meant your families were practically an extension of your own. They knew your favorite meals, habits, and quirks. No matter how much time passed, your bond remained unshakable.

Graduation day was a whirlwind of nerves and anticipation. You sat in the crowded hall, hands clasped together, silently praying for good results. Jongin, ever the calm and confident one, leaned back in his chair beside you, his arm draped casually over your seat.

“Relax, (Y/N/N). Grades aren’t everything. I already know where I’m going,” he said with a grin.

Curiosity got the better of you. “Oh? What school?”

“Dance school,” Jongin replied proudly.

You weren’t surprised. He’d been dancing since he was seven, his passion and talent shining through every move he made. “I knew it,” you teased, nudging him lightly.

After graduation, life pulled you in different directions. Jongin moved away to chase his dreams, and you pursued your own path. Though you missed the late-night dinners and walks home, you stayed in touch, proud of the star he was becoming.

Jongin eventually debuted under the name "Kai," and his group skyrocketed to fame. Meanwhile, you became a rising streamer and part-time actor, your charisma and humor drawing a growing fanbase. Your channel flourished after Jongin mentioned you in an interview a few years ago, calling you his best friend since childhood and praising your unwavering support.

One evening, during a stream, a comment caught your eye.

“KAI said something about me?!”

Your brows furrowed as you quickly opened YouTube, asking your viewers for the timestamp of his latest interview. Skipping to the most replayed part, you watched as the interviewer asked, “So, how do you feel about (Y/N)?”

Jongin’s face turned a shade of red you’d never seen before. “Uh, well… she’s a very nice person. Funny and caring. She’s supported me even before I debuted, and… I just feel very loved. I remember during middle school graduation, she was so nervous about her results—it was honestly super cute…” His voice trailed off, and he looked away, flustered.

The interviewer grinned. “Ohh, so cute!”

You stared at the screen in disbelief, your mind racing. “Did he just… confess? On camera?!”

Standing too quickly, your chair toppled over with a loud clatter. Picking it back up, you glanced at the chat, your face hot. “Is this some kind of joke? Gosh, this guy…”

Despite your words, a smile tugged at your lips, and you couldn’t stop it. Kim Jongin. You let your head fall onto the desk with a groan, brushing a hand through your hair.

For some reason, his words lingered in your mind. Perhaps… perhaps you did feel something for him. But you shook the thought away. He was your best friend—always had been, always would be. Right?