Every time you write about her small hands being smaller than yixing's there's a tiny ball of hate and jealousy that bounces in my stomach. Lol so delusional right here.

"Oh?" Jongin asks, and his voice is tight. "Sheer stubbornness, huh?" Jongin looks up from the camera to meet Yixing's gaze. "Teach me?"

You must know that that sounded so sexual to me LMAO. WHICH REMINDS ME IS THERE NO PORN IN THIS WHAT HAVE I BEEN READING ALL THIS TIME I FEEL CHEATED


loool jk-- "Then what am I supposed to do?" Jongin asks, and there's a note of pleading in his voice that Yixing doesn't quite understand, but he knows that this isn't just about the picture. OMG WE ARE GETTING THERE AREN'T WE I AM SO EXCITED (I am actually really "live"...commenting this hahaha)

in the parking lot and he’s got Jongin pressed up against his car and looking at him like he’s crazy. “I said no. You wanted to get dinner. You’re driving me home.”


KJDSLHFJLKSDAHFDLAS;JFLDS;FJDS;FJ

"I'm not... messing with you," Yixing says, staring straight into Jongin's eyes. "But I'd… I think I’d like to?"

Jongin swallows. “What does that even mean?”

I LITERALLY SQUEALED AHAHA

Yixing’s finger lingers on the shutter button, and the film of his life is flooding with light. --well fuck. this is the best line ever.

For Yixing, a picture has always been worth a thousand words, and this picture is worth a million.

I need that picture. I need it real. I'm probably never going to live this fic down, Maia.