#xiaozhns

@xiaozhns envió 📷 para ver algunas de las veces en que hwanyoung, chaeyoung y yejun aparecieron en el instagram de jaeseok.

music asks; these are actually pretty fucking hard but why not

for a second, her movements still. the blanket that she’s currently holding, that she’d been putting around chaeyoung’s shoulders, suddenly weighs with the implications of her actions. she’d thought she’d been asleep. minah has never been able to look past her, always worried for the older girl’s well being, always looking for ways to make her day a little easier, a little better. and so it’d been almost a reflex, to bring her something to stay warm. like muscle memory, her heart would always remember. but things weren’t the same. their always now had a gap in it. a crack that had split them in two. that had left half of her heart laying in chaeyoung’s hands, broken and bleeding and eternally hers. always, she thinks again. savors the word on her tongue, unsaid. wonders quietly if there’s an eternity that she doesn’t know of where it doesn’t hurt like this. ‘ i didn’t want you to be cold, unnie. ’ she barely whispers. everyone’s sleeping now, the soft wind will carry her words. ‘ your hands have always been quite cold. ’ her lips curl in a barely-there smile, and she swiftly resumes her actions, wrapping the blanket around her shoulders. ah, her chaeyoung-unnie. by far the most precious being in the universe, and oh-so-careless when it came to her well-being. who, if not her, would make sure to keep her warm? there were hundreds of other girls, probably. but she doesn’t want them to, doesn’t even want to consider the possibility of it being someone else. how messy is that, hwang minah, but there, late at night, it seems like the only possible answer. in the morning she’d reconsider, chastise herself for such thoughts, remind herself that she’d never move on by keeping those thoughts. but that’d be in the morning. now, she gives the girl a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. ‘ what are you watching, anyway? let me sit with you for a while, and if you fall asleep again i’ll make sure to wake you up so you can go to your bed, yeah? c’mon, scoot over ~ ’

he’s not very familiar with feelings of certainty. he’s by no means indecisive, and often has a clear idea of what he wants and how he wants it. most of the times he can draw a somewhat clear path that’ll lead him to it. but, inevitably, doubt tends to linger on his mind. he questions himself and questions others, often. so certainty and him don’t often go together. but there’s yejun —and here’s the thing: he has always been his biggest but. jaeseok is entirely, whole-heartedly certain of him. of how good he is for and to him. and so when he hears him, his heart does this funny little thing: it simultaneously expands a million times its size, threatening to break all of his ribs and leave him all bloody and in love, and shrinks on itself to a painful degree. his boy, who loves him. his boy, whom he loves back. ‘ i am? ’ he mumbles, a little shy. yejun deserves so much more, and not because jaeseok thinks lowly of himself. he knows he will always give him his all. rather, the younger boy deserves everyone’s best. wherever he goes, everyone should follow. humanity should bend itself backwards to put a smile on his lovely face. and yet, he’s been given so much pain. pain that he's carried with him, not once letting it dwindle his spirits or the kindness of his heart. yejun deserves more, yes, jaeseok should not be the best thing to happen to him, and he knows that well. yet, he longs to be, he desperately wants it. hearing it makes him feel a million things at once, even if it doesn’t come as a surprise. they’re each other’s best, after all. the thought makes him giggle, soft and airy and so happy.  ‘ is it because i know you best? love you best? ’ he teases then, smile so wide he can barely see. ‘ cause we’re lucky then, angel. ’ he presses a soft kiss to his cheek. ‘ you’re the best thing to ever happen to me, too. ’

(while your lips are still red - nightwish)

5. hello - joy