#yaongsoo

[jvnnie-blog]

mY BABY

I miSS U : ' (

[yaongsoo-deactivated20131117]

"Y-You’re welcome, Ren." Bowing his head, he sends the other another smile. Kyungso turns his head, eyes scanning over the tables, "I-I have to go now but, I-I’ll be sure to drop by y-your booth every now and then. Enjoy y-your drink." With a slight twitch of his ears, he nods, tray held flat against his chest before walking off. 

[aerentus]

With a grin, he takes the mug in lissome digits, setting the croissant down for the moment. Nodding, he playfully shoos the hybrid away to do his work, before taking a sip. "Go, go!  Take your time, I can amuse myself in the time being." He paused, chuckling for a moment before speaking once more. "Don't worry about it.  I will. Thank you."

[ameno-kai]

He approaches you, a circular tray in hand. Kyungsoo sets a glass mug on the table before you. "Here's y-your pumpkin hot chocolate, sir." He sends you a small smile, tail swaying gently. He turns to leave before he stops himself. "Thank y-you for following." He dips his head, holding the smile on his lips. "I-I'm Kyungsoo."

Jongin’s brow raises slightly, and his eyes slowly move from the newspaper in hand to the glass mug set on the table. He supposed it was a gift, but he didn’t know the male at all (not that knowing someone or not changed the fact that the beverage looked quite appetizing. Soon after, he also caught sight of what seemed to be a tail peeking from behind. A neko, as the Japanese called it. Yet it was an obvious happenstance that this person wasn’t of the nationality. Jongin bowed his head in return. “Kyungsoo. I’ll remember it. Thank you for the gift.” With that small bit of gratitude, he brought the mug to his lips and downed a bit of the substance that was actually rather tasty. “It’s very nice. Did you make it?”

[weariedjong]

He approaches you, a circular tray in hand. Kyungsoo sets a glass mug on the table before you. "Here's y-your pumpkin hot chocolate, sir." He sends you a small smile, tail swaying gently. He turns to leave before he stops himself. "Thank y-you for following." He dips his head, holding the smile on his lips. "I-I'm Kyungsoo."

Jongin was so preoccupied with wiping the dribble off of his baby's chin that he almost didn't hear the man's words and he just barely caught the last of his words before connecting the glass on the table to the tray in his hands. "U-uh... I didn't order-- thank you?"

[cumjoonmyeon]

He approaches you, a circular tray in hand. Kyungsoo sets a glass mug on the table before you. "Here's y-your pumpkin hot chocolate, sir." He sends you a small smile, tail swaying gently. He turns to leave before he stops himself. "Thank y-you for following." He dips his head, holding the smile on his lips. "I-I'm Kyungsoo."

Joonmyeon looked up at you with a warm smile stretched across his face, “Thank you,” wrapping his slender fingers around the mug, he glanced down at it as he caught a glimpse of your tail, blinking curiously before averting his eyes back up to your face, “Not a problem,” his smile plastered on his lips as he follows suit; bowing his head, “Joonmyeon.” 

[bophoria]

He approaches you, a circular tray in hand. Kyungsoo sets a glass mug on the table before you. "Here's y-your pumpkin hot chocolate, ma'am." He sends you a small smile, tail swaying gently. He turns to leave before he stops himself. "Thank y-you for reblogging my post." He dips his head, holding the smile on his lips. "I-I'm Kyungsoo."

Hara was waiting for her drink at a nearby and new cafe she hasn't been to before. A young waiter approached her with her drink, she bowed her head with a small smile. "Ah... Thank you so much!" She thanked, taking the warm mug with both hands. She waved good-bye to him until he turned back. "You're welcome, anything to help." She smiled and nodded her head several times. "Kyungsoo... That's a nice name, I'm Hara." She beamed, taking a sip of the hot drink, slightly burning her tongue in the process. "Aish, it's so hot," she mumbled to herself.

[jvnnie-blog]

♡ kisses u thank u for reblogging my post baby ♡

♡ I can't breathe smooches u for life ily baby ♡

[choixjunhee]

Protect, please?

Protect: My character keeps yours safe from harm.

"Do you want some tea?" She asked, hoping that it would change his focus on what was troubling him. He refused politely with a light shake of his head, his eyes scanning the place before he settled down on the wooden floor of the living room. A quick pang was felt on her chest, her expression saddened. She would have preferred hearing his stutter than him doing a vague gesture. She plopped down next to him, subtly observing him from the corner of her eyes.

Kyungsoo didn’t look at her once. His stare was fixed to the ground. She could have sworn seeing his lips quivered, trying his best to gain control over his emotions. The covered bruises he attempted to hide from her was soon visible. Alarmed, her mouth agape, she wanted to speak. Who did this to him? What happened that had caused the imprint of those bluish marks on him? 

But she knew questions wouldn’t ease the pain away. It would only amplify it. Instead, she reached out to him, doing what she deemed proper to do, yet probably insignificant to the other. A light, gentle scratch behind the ear, soon followed by tender pats on his head. A familiar gesture would recall him of what he loves most: to get petted, to receive affection, to be reminded that he is loved and not abandoned. Some sort of comfort would have been appreciated as well. Soon enough, she let her hand slip to the side as the other seconded to shield the half-human in a secure, motherly embrace. 

"Everything will be alright." She whispered softly, resting her head above his. "You will always be welcomed here—" She paused, gathering her scrambled thoughts before she could speak again. Then again, she wasn’t certain if she could physically defend him, but she would at least try.

Juniel wrapped her arms tightly around him, a fear slowly creeping in. She felt like he might break; he might fall into pieces, pieces difficult to reconstruct their initial form, which scared her.

"I will protect you."