💕 - From a somewhat shy man.
@chsingthesvn / some old kiss meme i’m not accepting anymore.
Jongin is brown sugar and vanilla extract. Jongin is chocolate chip cookies– warm mocha. Jongin is warm blankets and laundry fresh out of the dryer and your favorite sweater, or maybe he’s the way it feels when someone hugs you and they’re wearing an equally soft sweater, which just.. makes the hug that much better. Jongin is a lot of things. And Kyungsoo feels thoroughly that Jongin is far out of his league. A college guy with a cool job and dreams and goals. Kyungsoo’s just a fucked up high school kid that lets old ass men occasionally use him in exchange for self-gratification and material belongings. What’s he doing with his life? The answer is nothing. But.. Jongin doesn’t know that. He doesn’t know the awful things Kyungsoo has done. Does. He doesn’t know just how tainted the brunette is.
Kyungsoo figures that’s why he feels guilty when Jongin kisses him.
Jongin’s lips are warm, and plush, and soft. They taste like a subtle hint of chapstick and coffee, but in a way that.. Makes the young artist want more. It’s quiet in Jongin’s home, like all the room mates are gone, and even the cat isn’t poking around their business. Or maybe they’re home, and maybe the cat is, but Kyungsoo can’t tell because he’s lost now– pressing his mouth back against Jongin’s, kissing him tenderly and lovingly as one of his hands rise to smooth the college student’s hair from their forehead.
Under a hot blush he pulls back, tucking the flushed complexion into Jongin’s shoulder, nuzzling in and staying there.
“I think I really like you.”