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Send me 'I want the K' and I'll generate a number.10: Neck Kiss.

A girl managed to catch Jongin’s attention that night, at a club residing within the notorious red light district. It was, at first, his attachment to red lips and inky hair that drew his eyes towards her, although the sinful way she moved soon added to her appeal. After sharing a few fiery glances across the dance floor, he slipped his way through the crowd to stop behind her, palm glazing across her hips to notify her of his presence.

"Your name?" He inquired, cutting straight to the point. Running the tip of his nose down the surface of her obsidian locks, he drew the girl in a tighter hold, lips parted in a wicked smile. 

She tilted her head back onto his shoulder, words a soft purr as her fingers traced along his jawline. “Aleksandra. Yours, stranger?”

Send me 'I want the K' and I'll generate a number.16: Upside-Down Kiss.

Climbing trees was one of Jongin’s favourite past times, and in a way, it sort of made up for his trashy academic results. That’s why, when he received another bolded F that morning on his paper, he dragged his best friend with him to seek the comfort of nature.

"Hyun," he called her nickname with an affectionate curve of his mouth, bending upside down on a branch in a move that was pretty much ripped off from Spiderman. "Give me a kiss."

Hyuna looked up from her phone and rolled her eyes at this childish request, although they did this sort of thing frequently. Knowing that Jongin wouldn’t be satiated until his demand was fulfilled, she stood up and cupped either sides of his jaw, resisting the urge to snort at the ridiculous position.

Send me “⊗” and I’ll generate a number:215. Muse A and Muse B are forced to pretend to love each other as a publicity stunt but they hate one another and continue to hate one another and it turns into a crazy all out fight scene at the red carpet!

Oh Shixun. The name was pleasant, the person not so much. Jongin’s lips curled into a tenebrous sneer as his manager unfurled his schedules for the day - the most prominent slot occupied by the red carpet premiere he would have to attend in just an hour with the aforementioned nemesis. He actually had no reason to hate the man - the deep rooted loathing had seemingly blossomed out of nowhere, and the tabloids had been more than willing to exploit them in order to induce a rift that would aid in media profit. Since the public was already opinionated, Jongin decided that it would be easier to throw fuel onto the fire, rather than clarifying their squalid relationship.

It wasn’t until the media had blown their rivalry out of proportion - to a point that it affected the company’s royalties, that a solution had to be found. Apparently some imbecile thought that doing the opposite of what people speculated would be the end of it, and in a way, it was. Except Jongin was now trapped in a loveless relationship that went against all of his moral principles and more. Pathetic really, considering everything else about his life was great.

The gloomy train of thought was dissipated by the sound of approaching footsteps - and sparing a glance behind him, he saw it was Shixun clad in a suit, face an apathetic mask as usual.

"I see you’re smoking again, Kai."

Turning back to the window, Jongin just grunted in reply, sucking in a feverish lungful of smoke. One other thing he hated about the younger, he decided spontaneously, was his aesthetically pleasing exterior.

It just didn’t match up to his personality.

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The ride to the event was relatively undisturbed apart from a few sharp looks thrown to the other, mostly on his behalf. Shixun, for the most part, looked utterly relaxed in his spot, even opting to send Jongin a blank smile halfway through.

It wasn’t until they were posing for photos on the red carpet that the tension got out of control. Following his manager’s orders, Jongin tried his best to act affectionate with the younger man, but Shixun was having none of it. 

“Babe," Jongin grit through his teeth, after seeing some paparazzi had noticed their abnormal behaviour. Lowering his head to whisper a warning into his faux lover’s ear, he managed to plaster on a half hearted smile. "Don’t fucking ruin this for me, or you can fucking say goodbye to your career."

"Are you threatening me?" Shixun’s eyes were cold, his voice loud. Running slender fingers through pale hair, his lips curved into a taunting simper. "At least I have a career, Kim Jongin. Yours has been going downhill since last year, I presume? I guess you can say goodbye to your contract now to save heartbreak later."

Jongin’s hands curled into fists at his side as he clenched his jaw. The cameras were all onto them now, but he could only see red. ”Say that again.”

"I said," Shixun repeated in an almost sultry whisper, honey orbs locked onto his own blackened gaze. "You can say goodbye to your career, and hello to bankruptcy. Kim. Jong. In."

Raising his hand to strike the latter, Jongin changed his course midway to crush Shixun’s lithe body against his, lips bruising the soft pink ones in a physical expelling of his white hot anger. With eclipsed eyes still burning, he murmured against the mouth still brushing against his own.

Send me 'I want the K' and I'll generate a number.18: Underwater Kiss.

*OOC - dumb college students.

In all honesty, neither of them had any idea how they went from attending the biggest party of the year to swimming half naked in some unfortunate, rich prat’s outdoor pool. It was probably the alcohol, but then again that same excuse had been used so consecutively that it had lost all plausible meaning. So in the end, it all came down to the fact that they were both egregious idiots with bottomless appetites for trouble. As history had shown, idiots and alcohol had never been a socially friendly mix.

"Have you ever kissed a guy?" Kris broke the silence, eyes misted as he stared at the moonlit sky above. It looked especially beautiful that night - the right side of his brain was convinced it could see Jupiter and one of Saturn’s moons, while the muted left side argued that he was just high. In the end, the right side won.

"Nah," Jongin slurred, staring at the image of his rippling body above the surface of the water. "Man, why so deep suddenly?"

“‘Cos I haven’t and I want to try it,” Kris announced, waving one of his massive palms and almost clocking the younger in the head. “‘Cos YOLO, yknowwhatimean.”

They stared at each other in mutual understanding before Jongin pointed down towards the water. “Do it down there so it’s special. Since it’s the first time and all that. Alright?”

After receiving a nod, they both took a deep breath, plunging into the cool depths of the pool and searching for the other. Roughly yanking Kris towards him by his nape, Jongin crashed his lips against his friend’s, inhaling some H2O in the process. Five seconds and some half hearted tongue action later, they both decided it was enough and came spluttering towards the surface.

"That was a shitty idea, you absolute fucker."

Send me “⊗” and I’ll generate a number:86. Beauty and the beast.

*OOC warning.

At the Academy, Jongin was considered a beast. Not literally, of course, but used in the form of an unorthodox compliment to describe his unconventional looks - rugged, carved features, unruly hair and bronzed skin; a far cry from the traditional beauty standards of the age. But hey, it worked, although he preferred the title ‘Dark Prince’ over the latter, simply because it garnered more respect and social standing than the term ‘beast’ ever would.

Flynn Rider, on the other hand, was the flower prince of the school. Completely opposite to Jongin, the perfectly symmetrical lineaments that God had personally painted onto his face gave him a much more impressionable title and image - labelled ‘Beauty’ by the cohort, people kissed the very ground he walked on while he lifted his hands ritually to perform dainty little waves. 

Well, the last part wasn’t true - but the point was, Jongin was terribly envious. Not because he was comparing their looks or by the amount of reverence the other received, but because of the way he was treated just because he looked different. Whilst Flynn could get any nerd in the year level to do his homework with a lift of his pinky, no one would approach Jongin in fear that he would ‘tear their ligaments apart with his big, bad canine teeth’. He wasn’t sure where the ridiculous rumour originated from, but he sure as hell would like to tear their ligaments apart with his - right.

Anywho, Jongin was never the brightest bulb in the bunch - so he decided, as any other hormonal eighteen year old would, that in order to put people into their right place, he had to claim Flynn as his own. Once people saw Beauty and the Beast together, they would surely realize that he deserved a lot more respect and recognition than they had been giving him. Hence, all existing fabrications about him would be erased once and for all. That was his plan anyway.

However, he started questioning his intricate scheme the moment he had the other cornered against the bathroom wall. How was one supposed to win over such a spoilt personality? And he wasn’t even a girl!

"Be mine." That was always a good place to start.

"Beauty." He added, for emotional emphasis.

Flynn just raised an arched brow at him, seemingly unbothered by their close proximity. So…he was playing hard to get. That’s alright, Jongin thought. I’ll just…

Leaning in to perform the move he dubbed ‘One True Kiss’, he found himself shoved away as Flynn brushed nonexistent lint off his shoulders, nose upturned like the prissy person he was.

"I don’t even swing that way, you fucking idiot," he lamented, unbuttoning his collar and splashing water on his face. Flicking his hair in a move like slow motion, the other shot Jongin one last cold stare before walking out. "At least serenade me with roses, you amateur."

Send me 'I want the K' and I'll generate a number.13: Stomach Kiss.

Whenever she had nightmares, her pride rendered her tight lipped, refusing to reveal even the slightest details of the metaphysical ordeals that she frequently experienced. There was nothing much Jongin could do, really, apart from watch her silently and give her the comfort that she needed but never asked for.

That night, she was especially shaken; slender frame quivering at the subliminal demons invading her mind. Sitting himself up slowly, Jongin combed his fingertips through his russet locks, troubled at the sight.

Send me 'I want the K' and I'll generate a number.9: Jawline Kiss.

Recently, Sooyoung had been practicing quite late into the night for Red Velvet’s upcoming new single. Most of the time, Jongin didn’t mind and just did his own thing - browsing online brochures for new super cars and drinking copious amounts of green tea, but, as a bored young man, he too had his limits. Starved of attention, he reached down to pull out the plug for the speakers, watching as she spun around with her lips pressed in pure resentment. Glaring, she pointed at the disconnected stereo.

"Put it back."