#moonkai

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June 4 it’s declared moontaekai’s day, it’s moontaekai’s holiday /crying/

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MoonKai shippers?

Just wondering, does anyone else ship Moonkyu and Kai? Just... It's the best pairing ever. Me and my other MoonKai shipper are so lonely in our ship ;~~;

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Moonkyu x Kai drabble: Foolish Hearts | G | 

Moonkyu’s quiet when Jongin starts sobbing on the bed, the uncertainty eating him up from the inside, and he doesn’t know what to do. He had never meant for things to take a turn this way -- for Jongin to find out from Sehun, rather than himself. In fact, Moonkyu has never planned to leave from the start. But things happened -- things that were blown out of proportion and couldn’t be patched, leaving escape as the only way out. In all honesty, Moonkyu had actually thought of staying, for him, that was. He couldn’t possibly place everything down, leaving Jongin all alone. The latter was merely a year younger than Moonkyu, yet so very frailly beautiful, and he had no means of protecting himself. Everything Jongin does is amazing, wonderful, and beautiful, even if the younger boy doesn’t know why people are complimenting him from head to toe, and why he was a common favourite amongst the higher ups. Moonkyu tells him it’s because Jongin’s a good boy, and that not everyone should be trusted within the company. Moonkyu’s awfully smart for a fifteen-year-old. For obvious reasons, the world feels as though it has stopped spinning when Jongin finds out that Moonkyu’s departure from the company has been confirmed. He doesn’t want him to leave, of course. And that’s why he’s on his knees; grabbing onto Moonkyu’s hands and telling him, please don’t go.

Please don’t leave me alone.

But Moonkyu, you told me you love me.

Aren’t lovers supposed to be together no matter what?

Where has your heart gone to?

Moonkyu kneels to meet Jongin on his level, and he reaches out to the other, pulling him into his embrace. He never wants to let Jongin go, but at the same time, Moonkyu knows that he’s the reason why things would never work out for Jongin if he’d continued to stay. He pulls away to kiss Jongin on the lips, and his thumb brushed off the endless stream of tears. Moonkyu whispers over to the sobbing mess, I’m leaving for the future, Jongin.

  It’s only for the best.

  Love has no distance, Jongin.

  Love has no time.

  We’ll always be together, Jongin.

  I’m merely a heartbeat away.

  Most importantly, Jongin.

  Don’t forget about your best friend.

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Moonkyu x Kai drabble: Time Against Time ; PG-13

It’s twenty minutes to midnight when the clock in their room strikes -- Jongin kicking Moonkyu to fix the goddamn fucking spoilt gadget. He turns away as the latter leans in for a kiss on his lips, telling him, ‘the bloody clock first before you get anything.’ Moonkyu lets out a despairing sigh of anger before pulling himself away from that addictive scent of Jongin’s; musky and a little desperate when night falls. He reaches out for the key, winding up the grandfather’s clock his parents’ had left for him in the apartment. It’s annoying when Moonkyu has to fix something for five fucking minutes doing it the right way, when he could’ve done it within twenty seconds if Kai wasn’t there to overlook the process. “Don’t you fucking dare to wind it anti-clockwise, Moonkyu.” “Wouldn’t do so in my life,” he jabs Jongin verbally, smiling to himself when he realizes that it was indeed pretty fun to do so. “Wouldn’t get ass tonight if I did so.” “Fuck off.” “Wouldn’t do so in my life.” Moonkyu repeats himself, turning over to look at Jongin in a black wifebeater, slouching on the couch as he briefly flips through the television guide. He leaves the key in the clock, making his way towards the other. Jongin stares right into his eyes when Moonkyu lifts his chin up, and he doesn’t miss the absolutely non-subtle way how the latter was glancing at his lips. He’s letting his eye flicker over to the wooden clock hung a couple feet away from them, but he no longer cares because Moonkyu kisses him just the way he likes -- both their lips are wet, and their lids tightly screwed together as Jongin throws the guide somewhere behind the couch, wrapping his arms around Moonkyu’s neck. The clock strikes seven, telling them that it was way off timing, but Jongin doesn’t care as time doesn’t matter when they’re together.