take off your armor of skin.

fuck: Irene

marry: Sulli

❝Jongin loved to dance, but                                                                                                              he loved Jinri the most.❞

jongin ✘ jinri au ...slow dancing.

grace came naturally to jongin, he was born to dance and impress.

today he looked like a prince, slowly waltzing with his princess. her serene smile made his heart skip a bit; with her pretty white dress and her pretty red lips, she was the most beautiful woman in the world. he held her hand tightly - that small, pale hand that was always in his because that was jongin’s privilege.

ignoring the stares and the giggles ('Jinri, I think your friends are making fun of me.') he leaned down to whisper something in her ear. jongin loved to dance, but he loved jinri the most.

Well it seems like all i have is just one heart so i can't give it to you {/chuckles'}

             ❝And I thought we were friends.❞

— ⊰♚⊱ "That would be me," she laughed at how the male seemed to be so flustered. Her spine bent towards her junior for a mere moment in a bow, and she canted her head, the smile ever still present. "How are you doing today?"

It's been two years since he was given the name Kai, but talking to someone he used to see in television still seemed kind of surreal to Jongin, like a lucid dream or an hallucination; was he really standing in front of Jin, or did he hit his head on stage?

             ❝I'm doing good. Sorry I didn't come to introduce myself sooner, we're kind of-- always in a rush. And you? I heard you're really busy these days, sunbaenim.❞

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❝Because after all, they                                                                                                                 were still kids and time                                                                                                                        was t h e i r s to own.❞

hyeri ✘ jongin        ...accidentally falling asleep together.

Peaceful moments were a rare blessing, unexpected like the rain in spring.

hyeri was stubborn and jongin wasn’t patient; they pushed and pulled and cheated, because Mario Kart was serious business and their friendship could wait an evening. then he pressed pause and closed his eyes, and hyeri leaned her head on kai’s shoulder. she sleepily muttered: ‘I’m better than you at this game’, jongin smiled and murmured back, ‘No you’re not.”

♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes

♕: Holding hands

♖: Having their hair washed by your muse

♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap.

♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort

♙: Sharing a bed

♚: Head scratches

♛: Sharing a dessert

♜: Shoulder rubs

♝: Reading a book together

♞: Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which)

♟: Patching up a wound

♤: Taking a bath together

♧: Your muse playing with their hair

♡: Accidentally falling asleep together

♢: Forehead or cheek kisses

♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.

♣: Back scratches

♥: Your muse crying about something

A surprised sound leaves Jongin's lips; something that sounds vaguely like someone punched him in the stomach and stepped on his heart at the same time, but might also be his way of saying: 'noona, i missed you'. He gives Jessica a warm smile, squinting his eyes and running a hand through his messy hair.

He’s a bit taken aback by his noona’s attitude; did he do something wrong? Jongin opens his mouth, an apology already leaving his lips, when Tiffany offers him a smile and chocolate bubble tea. The boy visibly relaxes, shoulders lowering and a grin on his face.