It’s the puller of strings who makes Jongin move to the tune of two oboes and three clarinets in B-flat.
crying, just crying
“Like what?” Jongin says, and the tingle in his arms and legs is eerie and foreign and terrifying.
might have actually whimpered and said "holy shit" out loud at this part??? because yeah UGHGUHGUGH I'M SO SORRY THIS COMMENT IS SO TERRIBLE WHAT AM I DOING T_T
just want to say that third position is titled perfectly. i mean i'm sure you did everything deliberately because you always do but that is seriously just. perfect.
He sees the lens and he’s back inside his tortoise shell faster than you can say ‘social skills.’”
aslkdjaljfl chanyeol i love you
There’s a faint touch to Jongin’s wrist, and Jongin follows fingers to an arm to a neck, and Sehun is looking at him with steady eyes. It’s calming, and Jongin’s stomach ceases its revoltades and settles into balance.
whimpering T_T again T_T T_T T_T <3
Kai bubbles beneath the surface, and Jongin wishes he’d come out and take over, and let Jongin watch things go right.
killing me slowly
Sehun is like a classical piece that swells from grave to moderato, quickening at just the right places for Jongin to keep his balance or change his leading foot, and Jongin loves the way he fits so easily into Sehun’s tempo.
beautiful. just beautiful beautiful beautiful
He wants to shift closer, but he doesn’t. Jongin is only fifteen, but his heart skips a beat, breaking time.
GUH
Jongin just makes tiny hearts with his hands, and smiles hesitantly, and hopes it’s enough.
This is another way in which Kai bears Jongin’s burdens, and another way Jongin wonders if he’d even survive without Kai.
ohhh, that hurts. so badly. in the right ways. maybe not the good ways, but the right ones.
He realizes, in hindsight, that they hadn’t fit perfectly at all, and that it had just been the thrill of standing at the barre for the first time wearing the right thing, but he clings to the memory of the way the leather had caressed the arch of his foot, and it inspires the same joy as his memory of his first landed entrechat.
i could be just making noises right now at my screen, like very incoherent ones ajsdlkfjal;kjwelkjawa
and GOD you make me want to watch kai do ballet. i mean i have since i learned he started out with ballet, but just... ngh. and bangs tied back with a rubber band and face scrubbed free of make-up yes <3 <3 <3 <3
“You’re lucky I’m not Baekhyun,” Sehun says, and lets his hand hover by the light switch. “Or I’d be leaving you in the dark.”
“Or giving me a seizure by flicking them on and off,”
LAUGHING stop stop maia seriously every time i read your stuff it's like i'm crying one second and laughing the next. why why why
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crying, just crying
“Like what?” Jongin says, and the tingle in his arms and legs is eerie and foreign and terrifying.
might have actually whimpered and said "holy shit" out loud at this part??? because yeah UGHGUHGUGH I'M SO SORRY THIS COMMENT IS SO TERRIBLE WHAT AM I DOING T_T
just want to say that third position is titled perfectly. i mean i'm sure you did everything deliberately because you always do but that is seriously just. perfect.
He sees the lens and he’s back inside his tortoise shell faster than you can say ‘social skills.’”
aslkdjaljfl chanyeol i love you
There’s a faint touch to Jongin’s wrist, and Jongin follows fingers to an arm to a neck, and Sehun is looking at him with steady eyes. It’s calming, and Jongin’s stomach ceases its revoltades and settles into balance.
whimpering T_T again T_T T_T T_T <3
Kai bubbles beneath the surface, and Jongin wishes he’d come out and take over, and let Jongin watch things go right.
killing me slowly
Sehun is like a classical piece that swells from grave to moderato, quickening at just the right places for Jongin to keep his balance or change his leading foot, and Jongin loves the way he fits so easily into Sehun’s tempo.
beautiful. just beautiful beautiful beautiful
He wants to shift closer, but he doesn’t. Jongin is only fifteen, but his heart skips a beat, breaking time.
GUH
Jongin just makes tiny hearts with his hands, and smiles hesitantly, and hopes it’s enough.
This is another way in which Kai bears Jongin’s burdens, and another way Jongin wonders if he’d even survive without Kai.
ohhh, that hurts. so badly. in the right ways. maybe not the good ways, but the right ones.
He realizes, in hindsight, that they hadn’t fit perfectly at all, and that it had just been the thrill of standing at the barre for the first time wearing the right thing, but he clings to the memory of the way the leather had caressed the arch of his foot, and it inspires the same joy as his memory of his first landed entrechat.
i could be just making noises right now at my screen, like very incoherent ones ajsdlkfjal;kjwelkjawa
and GOD you make me want to watch kai do ballet. i mean i have since i learned he started out with ballet, but just... ngh. and bangs tied back with a rubber band and face scrubbed free of make-up yes <3 <3 <3 <3
“You’re lucky I’m not Baekhyun,” Sehun says, and lets his hand hover by the light switch. “Or I’d be leaving you in the dark.”
“Or giving me a seizure by flicking them on and off,”
LAUGHING stop stop maia seriously every time i read your stuff it's like i'm crying one second and laughing the next. why why why