#xkji

u got the wrong person, Jongin 

"I’m… seriously no Love Guru, but I guess as long as you’re happy and there’s no bad blood between you both then it’s good. Like you said, you could care less." He says with a wan smile, glancing downwards and resting his hands on his hips. The stance opens out his chest and he takes in a deep breath, inhaling until his ribcage aches in protest and he has to let the air out. His bottom lip juts out, and the puff of breath ruffles his bangs. The boy shrugs, drawing his elbows in closer to himself as he stuffs his hands into his pockets. "Some times love is like that, it’s a mess, but you can make it work." A pause, and he shakes his head, giving a broader smile. "Congrats, by the way."

"Don’t forget to wear socks today, buddy! Or your feet will start to smell and nobody likes a person with smelly feet."

On a good night, he’s a sound sleeper. He can usually sleep an uninterrupted eight hours (but his personal best is sixteen hours), and he’s the kind to wrap himself up completely in his covers, even if it’s a warm night. On a bad night, if he’s had a nightmare or something else, he usually doesn’t bother going back to sleep and instead reads comics or watches a few episodes of Game of Thrones to calm himself down.

"Why would I do that?"

"Don’t be so whiny!" Kyungsoo said as he pulled the other male down the street by his arm. "You promised you’d buy me ice cream!"