#palepsych

[jonitria-blog]

Happy Valentine's.

(/ stands by your front door holding a bouquet of roses, his attempt to hide his embarrassment seemingly failing as he avoids eye contact. ) 

( ; covers his face with a palm and laughs. ) Jesus fuck -- do you have the wrong house? 

[jonitria-blog]

(/ tugs at small strands of your hair. ) Attention me.

( ; rubs the back of his neck and turns to look at you, taking your hand in his.) You've got all my attention. Always. 

[jonitria-blog]

Hi cutie.

Hey handsome. Did you miss me?

[jonitria-blog]

[ text → little one ] 

Hey.

It had always been my fave song, but it had no meaning before. But somehow, now I think you filled in the lyrics perfectly.

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[ text ➥ pale giant ]

did you know that you're actually really cheesy

but it's okay i find it cute anyway, bored in class - come save me

[ • ] avi. file

[jonitria-blog]

palepsych replied to your post:

Yeah. Unless you find ‘shortie’ a better nickname, I wouldn’t mind calling you that. ♡ Just wondering… nothing so important, haha—

You keep holding it against me that I'm four  centimeters shorter than you. Four is not even that big of a number, you rude ass potato chip. But hey, I love you so I'll let it slide. Anyway, nothing so important? Now I'm going all spy on your ass, I'm gonna find out why you need that piece of information. 

[jonitria-blog]

Creampuff, quick question. Do you like roses or daisies?

That nickname is going to stick with me forever, right? I've never really paid much attention to flowers, but roses and daisies are nice. Daisies make everything look pure - they're nice. Why do you ask?

[asterises-blog]

palepsych replied to your post:

*stops bothering u*

But I like it when you bother me--

[jonitria-blog]

( palepsych; ) 

so, I want a pet. 

solitude fits me like a glove - something he had always been saying, but lately, things had been rather... lonely for the male. Not that he did not have friends to hang out with nor did he refuse to befriend any new people; then again, his happiness lies whenever he is alone, in his own space, in his own state of mind. Perhaps, a pal that do not cause too much drama would be appropriate for someone like him. Leaning back onto the chair while staring blank at the sentence that stopped half way, followed by various dots as he tried to finish a song that he had been attempting to write for a few days now, he drifted his gaze elsewhere, onto the white wall of his room and let out a loud sigh. 

          Bunnies -- too girly.            Dogs -- too loud.            Hedgehogs -- they'd hurt you.           Cats -- just perfect.

As soon as he decided on getting a cat, only one person came into his mind. His... annoyingly dumb friend, in some case scenario, he would have preferred the term 'husband', but perhaps, not now. Not now. Tapping the tip of his pencil against the table, he did not waste a moment and instead, he tossed whatever was in his hands carelessly on the desk, grabbing his old, worn out leather jacket to secure himself from getting frostbites from the weather outside while he quickly dashed out of his house without second thoughts. Of course, Anthony would be home. No need to ring him up or anything. 

Walking down the street with his hands stuffed in the pockets of his jacket as well as his neck hunched into the warmth that it could provide, he finally arrived the fancy house that Anthony would call his home. Entirely ignoring the doorbell, Jongin proceeded to knock on the door three times, resting his head on the wall as he stood and waited. Always making things harder for himself, he would have just called instead of waiting out in the cold. Shifting on his feet, he sighed and spoke through the door. "I want a cat, we're going to buy me a cat."