“I’m a dancer,” Jongin says. “I know everything about physics.” FUCKING--
Yixing prefers Grand Central, or Union, architecturally; those are both stations where the curves disappear into darkness and make the eye search for the rest. Yixing likes buildings like that.
They’re a lot like Jongin.
SOB. ♥
Jongin is gold. Sigh. Gold. Sigh again.
“That’s what a real photographer does,” Yixing says, instead of ”I can’t see anything else,” which is becoming increasingly true. I can't take this klfhkldhfssdga
Jongin laughs. “Kai and Krystal. I’ve heard about it.” I COUGHED. AND THEN "Too female," I CHOKED LMAO
“’Tears Airport’, right?” Jongin asks, and Yixing stills, lifting the exacto-knife from the posterboard. “You won some big award for it.” ------i want you to know that at this point i was clutching my pillow really tight and i am a word away from actual tears omg
“If the situation were reversed…” Yixing pauses, to gather his thoughts. “I would never let the one I love walk out of my life like I walked out of hers.” I'm glad you wrote this, here. Because I'll never really know Zhang Yixing anyway, I can be content with this headcanon/canon.
“About three weeks after I left, there was a bus accident,” Yixing says, eyes finding purchase on the road beneath their feet. “It was all over the news.” Yixing takes a gulp of air. He’s a bit dizzy. “She…” He breathes, somehow. “She was going to visit my grandmother.”
NO. YOU CAN'T JUST. SOB. NO. I wanted her to definitively let him go not like this sobbbbdskfhjdkjhgjfkdg Sorry I'm like taking this too intensely haha. This is what happens when I get fic that hits too close to home lmao. ;;
I love that last paragraph though. I'm thankful for it. Ugh man my comments look like stupid messes. Also I can't believe I'm finishing this tonight.
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Yixing prefers Grand Central, or Union, architecturally; those are both stations where the curves disappear into darkness and make the eye search for the rest. Yixing likes buildings like that.
They’re a lot like Jongin.
SOB. ♥
Jongin is gold. Sigh. Gold. Sigh again.
“That’s what a real photographer does,” Yixing says, instead of ”I can’t see anything else,” which is becoming increasingly true. I can't take this klfhkldhfssdga
Jongin laughs. “Kai and Krystal. I’ve heard about it.” I COUGHED. AND THEN "Too female," I CHOKED LMAO
“’Tears Airport’, right?” Jongin asks, and Yixing stills, lifting the exacto-knife from the posterboard. “You won some big award for it.” ------i want you to know that at this point i was clutching my pillow really tight and i am a word away from actual tears omg
“If the situation were reversed…” Yixing pauses, to gather his thoughts. “I would never let the one I love walk out of my life like I walked out of hers.” I'm glad you wrote this, here. Because I'll never really know Zhang Yixing anyway, I can be content with this headcanon/canon.
“About three weeks after I left, there was a bus accident,” Yixing says, eyes finding purchase on the road beneath their feet. “It was all over the news.” Yixing takes a gulp of air. He’s a bit dizzy. “She…” He breathes, somehow. “She was going to visit my grandmother.”
NO. YOU CAN'T JUST. SOB. NO. I wanted her to definitively let him go not like this sobbbbdskfhjdkjhgjfkdg Sorry I'm like taking this too intensely haha. This is what happens when I get fic that hits too close to home lmao. ;;
I love that last paragraph though. I'm thankful for it. Ugh man my comments look like stupid messes. Also I can't believe I'm finishing this tonight.