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Everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists - aromas, light, metals - were little boats, that sail, toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Pablo Neruda (via rosxyblue)
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( ` — he leaves upon your doorstep a very small gift, held in a small supporting vessel laced with ribbon. A note attached to it that greets the receiver with a welcoming handwriting.)
❝ For you dear friend, I leave for you a small companion and many well wishes for the days and years ahead.❞ —Kim Suho
< ♔ > — [`he nearly trips over the little teacup on his doorstep as he makes his way out to walk his very impatient puppy. crouching down to take a look at it, he notices the note attached, and a smile tugs at the corners of his lips once he reaches the end of it. he places the pup down in favor of carefully picking up the plant, carrying it into his apartment and placing it on the windowsill.] I suppose our neighbors do like us, Miu. That’s a relief to know.
"How long have you been here?"
< ♔ > — Jongin startles slightly at the sound of her voice, his brow furrowing slightly as he internally chastises himself for not being aware of his surroundings. He looks up at the stranger, cocking his head to the side.
“Well,” his fingers curl around his cup when he begins, deciding to keep the snark to a minimum, “about ten minutes. And you’ve interrupted a very nice daydream.”
[[ OOC: Please forgive me for answering welcome messages privately and ooc, it’s just a habit (and I also feel uncomfortable answering them publicly).
Less alcohol, less fun. (` he mutters jokingly, pecking your lips a few times. ) I’m down, though. Split the bill? Or do you insist on paying again.
< ♔ > — Less alcohol, because we got completely drunk last time... [`your joking tone isn’t lost on him, and the smile remains on his lips as he returns each kiss.] If I recall correctly, one of your conditions of friendship when we first met, was that I’d pay for every- and anything if I was the one to invite you out. So I insist on paying again, if only to follow the rules.
(` snakes his arms around your waist and pulls you closer, resting his forehead against yours and smiling softly. ) Ciao, stud.
< ♔ > — [`his arms easily slide around your neck as he tilts his head to brush his nose against yours.] I’ve missed you. [`he pulls away suddenly, a smile playing at the corners of his lips.] Let’s go have dinner. Barbecue, but less alcohol this time.
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Sì, bello?
If I were a cat I'd spend all 9 lives with you.
< ♔ > — "Um," is Jongin's intelligent response. He can't tell if he is being hit on by this stranger or not, and it makes him slightly uncomfortable.
"Cats don't actually have nine lives," he finally says, his head slightly cocks to the side, "but, uh... thanks, I guess?"
Jonghyun carefully reached out his hand to the other male as if the motion was new to him but thoroughly practiced. His smile was warm and inviting and his hazel eyes carefully took in the sight of the man in front of him. "Hello there."
< ♔ > — Jongin isn't used to randomly being approached by strangers. In his home, it is generally frowned upon for one to approach another of a higher social status. And while he knows those rules don't apply here, and he isn't showing off his status for the sake of fitting in, it still takes him by surprised every time it happens.
He easily took the other's hand and gave it a firm shake, mirroring their smile to mask his surprise. "Why, hello."
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; send me a six word story describing my muse.
< ♔ > — "Beautiful," he snorts softly, sarcasm evident in his tone. "I'd love to hear it again as a bedtime story."
; send me a six word story describing my muse.
Espresso. Macchiato.
Espresso: Describe your usual morning routine.
< ♔ > — "Usual morning routine? Well, the first thing I do when I wake up in the morning is-" groan at the fact that I am awake "-brush my teeth. Then I shower, and get dressed. And then I go out to buy breakfast for myself and my younger brother."
He very conveniently leaves out the fact that it is usually well into the afternoon when he wakes, and morning is long over. But as his younger brother would agree, morning is whenever he wakes up. Though, Sehun usually takes it upon himself to purposely say things such as "three p.m. in the morning," which Jongin does not do.
Macchiato.
Macchiato: Name two things you think go well together and why.
< ♔ > — "Well... I suppose I'd have to say chocolate and caramel. There are many things chocolate goes well with, but I think the taste of caramel compliments it very well," he answers immediately, not even bothering to give it a second thought. There may be many things in the world that go well together, but chocolate and caramel is Jongin's favorite combination.
Flat White: Confess the most recent crime you committed.
Flat White: Confess the most recent crime you committed.
< ♔ > — "Unless running away is considered a crime," he begins, deciding to answer truthfully. He has actually never been this far from home, the travelling left to his parents while he and his younger brother remained at home and were cared for by servants until the king and queen returned. And whenever he ventures outside of the palace (save for this occasion), he is often accompanied by guards and servants who watch him like hawks. This is the first time he has ever managed to sneak away undetected, though Sehun nearly blew his cover by insisting to be brought along.
"Unless running away is considered a crime, I have never committed a crime in my life."