Even more frightening is the idea that Kai, one day, might not let Jongin come back.
T__________________________T
even if he doesn’t always manage to say Happy Birthday without blushing when he hands over a present he spent three hours agonizing over at the store.
somehow... he would. he really would? i can see this. through everything else. i don't know how you catch these things, but you do, and you make something out of it, something little that just adds to the fullness of your characterization and leaves me reeling in awe. um. :( <3
“I’m always thinking about you,” Sehun murmurs, and Jongin memorizes the words.
YES. OKAY SEHUN :( <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
”Posture,” his ballet teacher used to tell him, ”is half the battle. If you have good posture, you look more confident, and people will think you know what you’re doing.”
“We’ll make an idol out of you yet,” Changmin says, and Jongin wants to throw up.
scream. scream. scream. into my hands.
It’s a frantic rhythm not unlike the score of Satie’s Parade; ballet to the tune of milk bottles, typewriters and foghorns that somehow sounds indescribably lovely.
that's... gorgeous. really, really gorgeous. i'll admit to you that your sexual scenes might be one of the only ones i've really ever read... i'm not much for it, as you probably know, but you write it so beautifully, with such stark, vivid emotion. ugh just.
“I know,” Sehun says, mockingly, and that tiny grin appears; the one that always makes Jongin want to hurtle forward and discover all of Sehun’s secrets.
This time, it’s Sehun who closes the distance, and Jongin’s heart breaks and puts itself back together, and Jongin wishes, achingly, that it were him stealing Sehun’s uneven breaths.
I JUST. SHIVERS. ALL THE SHIVERS. AND ACHING. AND JONGIN no jongin no no no how is this. why. what. i. maia. T__________T
Jongin thinks about the kisses Kai claimed as the elements; an arabesque, a sissonne ouverte, or a tour jeté. Jongin is left to fill in the blanks, and make everything fit together. A ballet, after all, is made up of bravura and understated grace.
Jongin alternates between contentment and jealousy as Sehun’s head falls to rest on his shoulder, hair tickling Jongin’s chin.
Fact: Kim Jongin is starting to think he’d rather be alone all the time than have Kai lying in wait, prowling under the surface.
UGH.
“Are you SM’s registered idol-counselor?” Kai jokes, and Leeteuk punches him in the arm.
LOL lol i love. like i said, crying then laughing, then crying. punches in the gut like this:
he thinks about Kai, who smirks at the camera perfectly at the count of one, and knows exactly what to do to draw a blush out of Sehun. Kai, who does all the hard things so Jongin doesn’t have to.
and this
But Sehun’s eyes open, heavy lidded and hazy, and Jongin finds him prettiest like this, relaxed and dreamy.
which is SUCH a pretty image T____T
The warmth, even through Sehun’s ugly t-shirt, is something Jongin doesn’t want to give up.
ajsldk;fjal;wkejrlkajlkfjl warmth. <3 <3 <3
Because it’s Kim Jongin and Oh Sehun together, and because it’s not Kai who is taking chances, it’s Jongin.
“I’m a very selfish maknae,” Sehun says, and Jongin tentatively smiles back.
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Date: 2012-07-12 12:22 am (UTC)Even more frightening is the idea that Kai, one day, might not let Jongin come back.
T__________________________T
even if he doesn’t always manage to say Happy Birthday without blushing when he hands over a present he spent three hours agonizing over at the store.
somehow... he would. he really would? i can see this. through everything else. i don't know how you catch these things, but you do, and you make something out of it, something little that just adds to the fullness of your characterization and leaves me reeling in awe. um. :( <3
“I’m always thinking about you,” Sehun murmurs, and Jongin memorizes the words.
YES. OKAY SEHUN :( <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
”Posture,” his ballet teacher used to tell him, ”is half the battle. If you have good posture, you look more confident, and people will think you know what you’re doing.”
“We’ll make an idol out of you yet,” Changmin says, and Jongin wants to throw up.
scream. scream. scream. into my hands.
It’s a frantic rhythm not unlike the score of Satie’s Parade; ballet to the tune of milk bottles, typewriters and foghorns that somehow sounds indescribably lovely.
that's... gorgeous. really, really gorgeous. i'll admit to you that your sexual scenes might be one of the only ones i've really ever read... i'm not much for it, as you probably know, but you write it so beautifully, with such stark, vivid emotion. ugh just.
“I know,” Sehun says, mockingly, and that tiny grin appears; the one that always makes Jongin want to hurtle forward and discover all of Sehun’s secrets.
This time, it’s Sehun who closes the distance, and Jongin’s heart breaks and puts itself back together, and Jongin wishes, achingly, that it were him stealing Sehun’s uneven breaths.
I JUST. SHIVERS. ALL THE SHIVERS. AND ACHING. AND JONGIN no jongin no no no how is this. why. what. i. maia. T__________T
Jongin thinks about the kisses Kai claimed as the elements; an arabesque, a sissonne ouverte, or a tour jeté. Jongin is left to fill in the blanks, and make everything fit together. A ballet, after all, is made up of bravura and understated grace.
Jongin alternates between contentment and jealousy as Sehun’s head falls to rest on his shoulder, hair tickling Jongin’s chin.
Jongin tentatively grabs Sehun’s hand. Connection. Sehun squeezes back. Connection.
i think i might be tearing
Fact: Kim Jongin is starting to think he’d rather be alone all the time than have Kai lying in wait, prowling under the surface.
UGH.
“Are you SM’s registered idol-counselor?” Kai jokes, and Leeteuk punches him in the arm.
LOL lol i love. like i said, crying then laughing, then crying. punches in the gut like this:
he thinks about Kai, who smirks at the camera perfectly at the count of one, and knows exactly what to do to draw a blush out of Sehun. Kai, who does all the hard things so Jongin doesn’t have to.
and this
But Sehun’s eyes open, heavy lidded and hazy, and Jongin finds him prettiest like this, relaxed and dreamy.
which is SUCH a pretty image T____T
The warmth, even through Sehun’s ugly t-shirt, is something Jongin doesn’t want to give up.
ajsldk;fjal;wkejrlkajlkfjl warmth. <3 <3 <3
Because it’s Kim Jongin and Oh Sehun together, and because it’s not Kai who is taking chances, it’s Jongin.
“I’m a very selfish maknae,” Sehun says, and Jongin tentatively smiles back.
so cute. how are they. so cute. T_T <3