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im resurrecting this blog from the dead so lemme know if you like shinee so we can be frannnnnnns uwu <3 <3 <3 

[harrowing-enchantment]

notjxng said: Jonghyun smirked softly at the sight, the other getting nervous when he asked the question. “It looks cute on you. You should wear my clothes more often.” he said, moving to tidy up the other clothes in the room, setting them into the hamper.

He felt his cheeks flush, shuffling in behind the elder to wrap his arms around his waist. “What time did you get home last night? I think I passed out early.” He mumbled, resting his chin on Jonghyun’s sturdy shoulder. “Did you have a good shoot?”

[harrowing-enchantment]

Heated| Jonghyun&Yixing

There were a few things that Yixing was bad at; remembering dates if he had not previously programmed them into his phone, and remembering whether or not he had double booked his dates. He had been working a long day at the studio, no time for rest or a break. The sun had already set beyond the horizon and it dinner time was slowly approaching. The other instructors had already organised a dinner together, to celebrate their latest victory at the national levels once again. Despite his aching muscles and tired limbs, he trailed along with them, the promise of barbecue brightening his face.

But he knew there was something he was forgetting.

[harrowing-enchantment]

Your muse finds mine asleep at their desk. How does your muse wake mine?

Jonghyun hummed along to a song that had been stuck in his head all day as he returned from work. Checking his watch, he huffed at the hands that pointed to one in the morning. Quietly kicking his shoes off and closing the door, he hung his coat up, peering into the bedroom. Frowning when he couldn’t see the younger male he rubbed the back of his neck and checked the sofas. Not there either.

He huffed a little, pouting to himself. Had Yixing gone out? Poking his tongue out to sit between his lips slightly, he wondered over to the study, looking in. “Xing…” he mumbled, a small smirk spreading across his lips. He pushed the door open properly and walked over to the smaller male, carefully lifting him into his arms and carrying him out of the room. “If you lie in that position too long you’ll get neck cramps, and then you won’t be able to perform this weekend. Come on.” he hummed, speaking more to himself than anything.

Laying the other in the bed, he pulled the covers over him and pressed a kiss to his forehead before he wondered off to find something to eat.

Stress had finally broken him and the only thing that would calm him down was drawing or painting. Yixing didn’t have the energy to take out all of his paint and a spare canvas, so he settled on his old sketch book in his study. With all the pent up frustration, his hand glided beautifully over the paper. All sense of time had been lost, the creative energy taking over him as he drew.

He wasn’t aware of his physical exhaustion until his eyes had begun to lose focus on his page. Blinking rapidly, he had attempted to keep himself awake for some time longer to finish his sketch. But sleep had eventually wrapped its sweet tendrils around him and soon he had found himself falling into a gentle slumber by his artwork.

Yixing whined quietly when he had felt himself being moved from his current position, barely registering the words being whispered to him tenderly. The softness of the sheets gently enveloped him in warmth as he drifted back to sleep. 

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