Misguided

(/ lips twitch in to nothing but the lack of concealed display of discontent, thus fingers reach the bridge of his nose for the moment) Why, are you doing this to me. Okay, I’m Jongin. (/ he lets out an exhale, bringing himself to the side, removing himself from the male as he laughs, loud and clear at the previous.) you’re making it hard, and breaking my heart, you know?

(/nevertheless the male continued to adorn this facade of his own. The edges of plush tiers that peeked upwards in obvious attempt to smile -- though to his own unsubtle display of amusement did he find himself losing terribly to his own plot. At least, he would eventually) Ah, there you go. Now I feel as if that name itself sounds a lot more familiar. Ah yes! One of the vocalists and dancers of this group of yours. (/an innocent smile graces along the lower contours of his visage) I'm breaking your heart? But I hardly know you -- I must say, Jongin, you must be quite sensitive. The things you learn.