Kim Jongin, a 28 year old principal architect and the youngest child of a wealthy family, who secretly has a hidden soft spot for anything - or rather anyone - innocent. Growing up as an only son, his family has always made sure that he is well off and supported him in his studies as well as his early career. Now nearing his thirties Jongin finally found the person he wants to spend the rest of his days with and each of them he wants to experience the world he thought he already knew once more - his young lover shifts his reality and brings one ray of sunlight more into his busy life. Asked about his future Jongin would smile and with confidence say the name Kim Minseok. *
[ Sorry for not being around lately. I’ve been busy and not really feeling the whole tumblr thing. I am actively role-playing on AIM though (euphori.a) so if you want our muses to interact then hit me up there or just straight up send a starter line. I am not sure when I will be back to tumblr fully... Sorry that I suck LOL.
( ` it must have been a hard day at work because Jongin fell asleep during the movie they were watching, his head cradled on Minseok's shoulder and the younger turns to kiss the crown of his boyfriend's head, murmuring) Hyung, the movie is over.
(/he hasn’t realized when his heavy eyelids finally came to a shut during their peaceful evening in with a movie slowly lulling the man into a light slumber. Only his darling’s loving voice that sounded over the end credits song could bring him back into a conscious state in that moment and he furrows his brows. The younger smells good and Jongin will pretend to still be asleep if that means he can stay in the semi-comfortable position that puts just the slightest of strains on his neck and allows him to inhale the soft fragrance) Mmn...
( ` the corner of his mouth curls into a smile at your words and he leans against you, wrapping his arms around you as he buries his face in your chest ) good.
Good. (/he repeats lowly and holds the younger close, fingers running through his thick hair) I thought I’d be the one asking you first? You beat me to it, hmph.