#kjngin

[xntsoo]

( –– his hand hovers his screen, heart thumping against his chest and he tries so so hard to breathe –– but he decides to fuck it. shakily he clicks send ) / [text]: Christmas is a time to be honest, so this is it — I’m in love with you.

{ --he is pretty sure his heart skipped a beat, or two or three, the moment he read jongin's text. he has already read his page on the notebook, he has seen their pictures -- it doesn't matter if kyungsoo's mind doesn't remember them together or if this feels like a rather random text.kyungsoo's heart remembers and the way it beats fast against his chest and the way he can feel his face heat up speaks louder than this empty mind of his }(sms→jongin) mffmlksjdlkgjslkjfldkjfsljdfk(sms→jongin) is this a jok ---- deleted!(sms→jongin) are you drunk ---- deleted!(sms→jongin) omg jongin omg  ---- deleted!(sms→jongin) i think i love you t  ---- deleted!(sms→jongin) a aah... (//⊙﹏⊙//)

[huangtz]

[ sms » psychologist ] schedule an unofficial meet-up [ sms » psychologist ] and help me with my research paper thanks

[ sᴍs ➟ ᴋɪᴍ ᴊᴏɴɢɪɴ ] wait another hour i have an appointment now 

[ sᴍs ➟ ᴋɪᴍ ᴊᴏɴɢɪɴ ] do your paper yourself, or i’m calling your mother.

[suuwoong]

"Aren’t sunrises a little cliche?"

"They are?" Suwoong blinked, tucking his hands into his pockets. "Even if you think they are, they’re still really nice to look at, if you ask me." He shrugged, his lips stretching into a small smile. 

[chanpup-blog]

"Are you sure it’s going to fit?"

"Of course it’s going to fit." He muttered, practically laying on top of his luggage as he tries to zip it closed. "It has to fit, I refuse to pay for another checked luggage." 

[mxilxn]

kjngin replied to your post:['pokes your shoulder] hello

[‘he smiles and bows his head] I’m Jongin, how are you?

(/she returns the bow and smiles lightly) nice to meet you, i'm mei lin. i'm pretty good, how are you?

[xntsoo]

"I guess this is the part where we shake hands and say 'nice to meet you', right?"

brown hair and dark eyes; broad shoulders and vertically blessed; tanned skin and sharp jaw. beautiful features and ones that surely wouldn't easily be forgotten, the kind that you could easily find yourself thinking about at some other point and ask yourself if perhaps they were a model. no, a boy looking like the one in front of kyungsoo wasn't one easy to wipe from his memory.---then why couldn't he remember his face?"i.." kyungsoo's voice is dry and it cracks at the end, lips parted just the slightest as his own doe eyes continue to study the taller's features. kyungsoo may fail to remember him, but he isn't dumb; much the other way around, truthfully, kyungsoo is rather good at reading people. at reading the expression, the tone of their voice, the gaze in their eyes. the two have met before - the other's words say it on their own, and they could even tell kyungsoo more.(perhaps they met yesterday. perhaps they met many yesterdays ago. this wasn't the second time they met--)but on top of it all, kyungsoo could feel the exhaustion in the other male's voice. it made him wonder how many times they've gone through this; how many times has kyungsoo forgotten him, how many times has this poor boy been forced to introduce himself, over and over and over again, only to never be remembered. only for his name to never end up carved in the back of kyungsoo's mind merely because nothing seems to stick in there anymore.and kyungsoo feels guilty, guilty because of his own condition, guilty because of the forgotten yesterdays and the tomorrows that will lose record too, guilty of the tiredness present in the other's gaze.and so kyungsoo's eyes meet the boy's shoes instead, and shakily, softly, he whispers, "..i'm sorry."

[huangtz]

웃

Send 웃 for our characters decorating a gingerbread house

Aside from Zitao cracking one of the gingerbread walls down the center, their masterpiece wasn’t looking too mediocre. Filling the fissure with icing as a sweeter alternative to paste, he lined the edges to attach the final section, nudging it underneath where Jongin had already set the roof. Next, after tearing open the bags of assorted candies, they began planning the arrangement in a very methodical way. 

"Dont eat everything, or else it’s going to look like your apartment," Zitao warned under his breath after he caught Jongin eyeing the miniature candy canes, intent on devouring each one. Snatching them away from the younger’s line of sight, Zitao began frosting the backs of the peppermint canes and stuck them into a heart shape onto the side of the house. "See? Look how cute it is."

"Uh huh," Jongin pretended to be enthralled in whatever his friend was blabbering on about, only fixated on the remaining candy canes. Then, when Zitao decided to pipe icicles dripping down from the rooftops, he stole one, cramming it into his mouth. 

"Hey!" A whine of betrayal came from Zitao, accidentally squeezing the bag too forcefully and having icing spurt across the surface. "Jongin, you’re going to choke!" When he was only met with muffled laughter, Zitao just began grumbling to himself and tried to scrape away the drying goo. "You’re such a child," he ranted as he stuck chocolate chips around the base of the house, tossing a leftover one to the overgrown infant despite his irritation. "I feel like I’m babysitting." 

"Technically, you are," Jongin pointed out through a partially full mouth. "You get paid to pretend I’m not crazy and act like you’re helping me, even if this doesn't specifically constitute as therapy."

"Oh, shut up!" Fed up with his snarky responses, he stuffed a handful of gumdrops into the boy’s mouth, pleased with the silence it would entail, letting him resume his artwork. 

[krisxrs]

kjngin replied to your post:['pokes your shoulder] hello

[‘he whines and leans against you] i’m so tired and hungry, can you order me something?

('pats the top of your head) Maybe I can do that, I'm feeling generous tonight. What do you want to eat? 

[chanpup-blog]

kjngin replied to your post:kjngin replied to your post:kjngin replied to...

[‘he speaks with a voice which was almost close to a moaning] that feels so good [‘he coughs] and that sounded so wrong

/working his way downward, chuckling softly/ At least you're not being filmed, cause that's happened to me before. And thanks, I know, I have magic hands. /he playfully taps his fingers against your back/

[jxehee]

kjngin said: I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. It seems like I scare people a lot [‘he laughs] Hi I’m Jongin and you are?

Don't even worry about it, I should be able to recover. {/Chuckles, slowly nodding.} It's good to meet you, Jongin. I'm Jaehee. And, hey, maybe if you didn't sneak up on people so much, you wouldn't always scare them! Sound like a good idea?

[mxilxn]

['pokes your shoulder] hello

(/she jumps in surprise from the sudden poke and turns to look at the stranger) oh, hello.

[minjvnq]

kjngin said: 

It’s nice to meet you J.Min. I’m Jongin. How are you?

It's nice to meet you too Jongin {smiles brightly} I'm great, what about you?

[xntsoo]

"This is a surprise. I didn’t think I would be seeing you again anytime soon."

{ --he blinks. the stranger speaks and kyungsoo knows he is the target of his words, for he is the one the taller male is making eye contact with. however, he wishes he wasn't. he wishes those words were going right through him instead of at him, for they earn a pang in kyungsoo's chest that feels way too familiar although he can't exactly pin point the times he's felt this before. he licks over his dry lower lip and gnaws on it, and he tries, he tries hard to remember those features from somewhere, anywhere at all -- but he can't, and all kyungsoo can offer is an apologetic gaze and a reply that somehow feels worn out } i'm.. i'm sorry, i don't think i-- i have anterograde amnesia, so--..

[selaphielor]

✢ ✪ ❇ c:

• ( right back at you, hun! )

[huangtz]

❝ ᴛᴏ sɪʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ

k-jngin:

( — all things aside, despite their positions in life [ie; jongin as an almost broke as fuck student and tao living in the limelight], the both of them get along just fine and jongin thinks it’s sort of a miracle. especially with their contrasting personalities as well. but he reminds himself time and time again that tao is famous and that it’s not like he can be seen hanging out with some kid like jongin. which sucks really but at least they find comfort in jongin’s slightly run-down apartment [it’s not that bad just really ugly]. )

i uhm, made hamburgers. ( — he says, putting the overcooked patty between the two buns and placing them on a plate ) here. ( — he hands tao a plate before settling beside the older male, eyes avoiding him like the plague ) it’s kind of tiny and not really that great but i tried. i mean… like, you know… i’ve had a lot on my mind recently. ( — he doesn’t tell tao exactly what he’s had on his mind [he’ll feel like a jealous pre-teen] but instead he just shrugs, teeth sinking into the burger only to let out a little gag because his cooking skills are fucking terrible )

(`unsurprisingly, the juxtaposition of jongin’s lifestyle versus his own appeals to tao — refreshing, to say the very least. perhaps that’s why he didn’t cast aside the boy prior to this unlikely friendship. sure, the television in the corner is a cube, and the sofa would undoubtedly result in a sore backache after a few hours, but the atmosphere is incredibly home-y. the dorm is either too loud or too quiet, either filled with boisterous men or sleep-deprived zombies. whatever the case, zitao hates it. time spent with jongin is time valued to him) 

(`lips parting to thank jongin for the sufficient meal, he refrains from giving a proper response as he carefully handles the plate, studying his friend. now, tao has a history of dumbness that he will never repeat aloud, but he’s not dense enough to ignore the prompting he hears) what is it? (`he tries to sound somewhat concerned, but recalls that jongin is far too stubborn to reveal what’s been nagging at him so easily) i’m leaving if you don’t tell me. (`with warning in his tone, he sets the plate aside, following his general routine of mentally preparing himself to pretend the food is edible much later) 

[krisxrs]

['pokes your shoulder] hello

('pokes your forehead) Jongin, hey. How you doin?