#seongyixing

[seongxjiwon]

Of Chai Tea & Cinammon Buns

Quickly grabbing her wrist watch and car keys on the counter table in her tiny dorm's kitchen, Jiwon quickly exited through the door with her hand bag slung around her waist. She was running a little late due to her Sociology class ending later than it usually did, since Professor Seunghyun also stalled her by giving her that promised reading list. Sighing as she unlocked her car door, she could only hope that Yixing was late as well to that lunch he owed her.

[seongxjongin]

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[[ /stares at the creepy (but cute) little bear for a moment before walking away/ ]]

[seongpuff]

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Lips or Reading:trade a book for my lips; one of our muses has been really invested in a book all day…the other muse feels the need to steal said book away and retrieve his/her kisses.

A deep sigh passed her lips as she became bored. Yixing hadn’t talked to her at all that day, he had just been sitting there with his nose in a book even when she brought him lunch for a break. Her hopes perked up when she saw him take a bite of the kimbap she had made but he didn’t speak, just read. I’m right here, you know….Yet another sigh came out of her, annoyed. That’s when she saw it, a small amount of rice stuck against his lips.

Puff felt an evil idea pop into her mind. Quickly, she pulled out her bag and applied some chapstick. This was sure to get his attention. Luckily, the two were in the back of the library where nobody could see them. Xuefu slowly got up and walked over to him, pulling the book from his hands but held his page. She sat right onto his lap and pulled him close for a soft kiss on the lips, her tongue taking the leftover rice off of his lips.

The girl pulled away with a smirk, winking at him. “I’ve been bored by myself. Save the rest of the book for later?” Puff chuckled to herself at his reaction before taking the book and running off with it, hiding behind a bookshelf until he chased after her.

[seongxjongin]

Dance Rivals // Jongin & Yixing

Dancing was something that Jongin love doing and it was also something that he thought he was the best in, thinking that no one was as good as he was. That is until he started attending Seongnam University and joined the dance team where he met his rival Yixing. Since day one, Jongin couldn't help but feel as though the other was his rival and found himself competing against the other every time he turned around. He hated the thought of someone being just as good as he was, maybe even better, and when it came to being around the male Jongin's competitive side would come out. Never in his life had he ever thought of anyone as a rival until he had met the other male, not even having a rival group because the group he had made his debut in was quite popular and above the rest of the other idol groups out there, so when he met the male he finally realized how other idol groups felt when they said that Jongin's group were their rivals in the entertainment industry.

After he finished stretching, Jongin turned the radio on, putting his hip-hop mixed CD in the player before pushing play and doing the moves to the choreography that he had been creating the past week. It was something that he was planning on showing the rest of his group when they had their next dance practice at the company so it had to be perfected by the end of the week. Jongin was the one who choreographed his group's dances and he always gained a lot of reorganization from his powerful dance moves. He would create choreography's that were harder for others because of his competitive side, not wanting anyone else to be able to do the dance moves he came up with besides him and his own group. Sometimes they would end up having to change up some of it because his other members couldn't quite follow along, but other times his fellow members were able to get the dance down after practicing a lot.

Jongin let his body move to the music as he perfectly did every step to the choreography, concentrating very hard as he stared at himself in the mirror, occasionally redoing a few of the moves when he felt like they weren't quite perfect and he wasn't really satisfied with it. He had long forgotten that Yixing was even in the room anymore and was now completely focused on his dancing, not even bothering to even glance over at the male to see what he was doing. He clearly didn't care and he didn't care if it showed or not. The other was the least of his worries at the moment, only wanting to make sure that the choreography was presentable when he returned to the company.

[seongxjiwon]

seongyixing:

@jiwoongs [2s ago]

@xingxing im not sure if you're the owner but i found an english lit notebook earlier at the cafeteria. 

[seongxjiwon]

What Is Love? | Jiwon & Yixing

Jiwon had always been picky when it came to scents. Soft, baby like colognes were a pleasure to her nose but strong scents of roses were repulsive, always causing her to an unwelcomed migraine. She wasn't usually into sweet, tangible scents but for some reason, her sweet pea perfume has been something she’s stuck with for years. She couldn't remember the last time she bought a perfume of a different scent and it didn't matter because she was completely satisfied with the same bottle she's been using for years. Her mother had given her an expensive signature fragrance set last year but even the price of that couldn't be comparable to the one Jiwon used. She couldn't even remember where the box went, probably somewhere along the drain of things unused by both mother and child at home. The morning had been tiring, with her moving around things in her bedroom and finishing that overdue laundry she told herself she had to finish today no matter what. She only had 15 minutes until her class started so she knew she had to get ready quickly. Not having adequate time to prepare, she took a quick glance of her reflection in her vanity mirror, fixing her fringe and making sure no hair stuck out in the back of her head. As she finished patting her favorite BB cream on her face, she made sure to grab the familiar violet bottle, spraying the mist in a few areas like the nape of her neck, the insides of her wrists, and the sides of her waist. If there was one thing she wouldn't forget to do in the morning, it’d be to spritz herself with her all time favorite scent in the world.

[sgndosoo]

Trust Me :: Yixing & Kyungsoo

The hallways were empty as Kyungsoo walked along. He never explored the other buildings before, though he has been at the school for a little while now. Now was his chance since there were only one or two classes taking place today. His head remained tilted down as he watched the tiles on the floor. A pattern began to form and soon he found himself hopping one foot after another in the small squares. He hummed along with the beat made by his feet and the floor, his favorite song playing slowly through his memory.

밀려오는 파도처럼 어느새... 내 맘 속에 들어왔지 넌 말야... 니가 눈을 떴을 때 해가 떠 있는 것처럼... 당연하게 난 니 곁에 있을꺼야 난 말야 -

The string of lyrics broke as the sound of music became audible in reality. Kyungsoo froze mid-hop to find a window on the door where the music was coming from. Inside the room was movement that reminded him of a piece of fabric being blown by the breeze of an open window.

Stupid.. that was stupid..

Practicing his dancing, Yixing glided across the room, leaving Kyungsoo at a loss of words. He scrambled to open his notebook before scribbling what he can to begin to describe the man on the other side of the glass. He didn't know how many minutes passed but before he knew it, their eyes met and he stood there; not moving with his book opened to a page filled with words about him.

[sgndosoo]

"Do you trust me?"

Kyungsoo felt his hands dampen. Quickly he wiped them on his pants in a nervous attempt to dry them. Trust? He barely knew Yixing yet he felt so comfortable around him already, but trust? He’s had issues with trusting people in the past so the word sent a sort of chill down his back. His eyes laid upon the outstretched hand in front of him and the debate sounded off in his mind. As he fought with himself, his hand, although hesitant, began to rise. Then the words slipped out. “I trust you..” Before he realized what was happening he was being tugged in the direction of the unknown location.