So I’ll keep my promises and kiss you like I mean it, down to your very core I’ll touch you with the burning caress of my lips; taste the sparks on your skin and get drunk on the flavor of you, sliding down my throat, into my chest, into my heart. With shaky fingers you’ll push and pull, shaping us to be the centric of this story. You’ll be at the center of my world. It hurts, I know, but hold out for me. Don’t look at the tears on my pale face, let’s just kiss mindlessly, hungrily, and forget about everything around us. You grasp onto me so hard that my shirt rips and I can feel your breath on my neck, on my chest, leaving a thin envelope of warmth on my skin that I know I’ll feel forever.
I swear to God I will love you like no one has ever loved you before.
my uncle carrying me, haha :D i told you guys i was small~
I want to know what it feels like to hold you. To kiss you. To touch you. I want to run my fingers through strands of your hair and pull you closer to me. I want to breathe you in, combine our souls and drown out the world and just concentrate on the sound of your erratic panting. Warm. Fingertips on my back. Rain splashing against the window. Music playing softly in the background. “Tombe tombe tombe la pluie, en ce jour de dimanche de décembre.” With a slight burn in my heart, I think that I could look at you like this, forever, your eyes closing slowly, smile on your lips. You’re all I ever wanted.
I like you. I like the way you smile at me when I say your name. I like that weird habit you have of playing with my shoelaces when you don’t know what to say. I like tumbling around in bed with you and comparing the sizes of our hands. I like the type of music you listen to and the kind of books that you read. I like the way you space out and fiddle with your fingers when you’re bored. I like when you make up lame excuses just to touch me. I like how you seem so awkward after, curling into yourself, making sure that you aren’t making me feel uncomfortable. You could never.
But it’s the times when we’re watching a movie, or you’re playing on the computer, or maybe even when you’re reading a book, is when I like you best. When you aren’t looking at me. That way, I can watch you. The way your face scrunches up cutely in concentration. Pushing your bangs off your forehead. Adjusting your glasses. You’re so cute that I just hug you until I die.
I wish I was a kid again. I wish I was 5 years old, with small fingers intertwined with my mother and father. I can’t remember what my family was like back then, except for the pain and separation that revolved around my clueless little figure. But still, there are so many memories that I hold so close to my heart.
I remember the time when my parents had been fighting and my older sister had pulled me out of the house and we slept out in the back of my dad’s pickup truck that night. I remember when my mom used to lather my small arms and legs with sunscreen when it wasn’t even hot outside, and how my father used to tell me that I was going to grow big and strong just like him and that when I was old enough he’d give me his pickup truck. I remember when I got sad when my parents didn’t pay attention to me and always fussed over my little brother, and how me and my older sister used to argue so much but then we’d make up in 5 minutes and eat fruity popsicles and play ping pong in the garage all day. And that time when my father came to my school on back to school night and acted so big and tough that my friends thought he was my bodyguard. And that was the same night that I lost my tooth on the ride back home and my dad shoved a napkin in my mouth while he was at a stoplight. I remember smiling goofily at him in the back of my mom’s car, blood running down my mouth, giggles escaping my mouth through the napkin. And I remember how he looked so young then, smiling back at me, silhouette illuminated by the streetlights.
But here I am now. Sighing and tapping my pen against my desk in time with NAK and thinking of how my family used to be.
I wish I was a kid again.
Going into depth with this shit.
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I actually have two main biases! Hyukjae and Donghae ^^ I swear, even if my life depended on it I wouldn’t be able to choose between the two! There are so many reasons so I’ll just list my top five reasons for each ~
1. The way he laughs and his gummy smile just melts my heart into a puddle of mushy goodness akjlsdhakfhbf
2. His passion for everything he does, mainly dancing. He doesn’t give up no matter what. He’s such a focused and kind person and I’d like to think of him as more than just an idol and band member. He’s more of a role model to me and basically the image of a perfect man to me. Same goes for Donghae though.
3. His strawberry obsession (I like strawberries too lol)
4. His effort. I think it’s amazing how he strives no matter what he’s doing, whether it was back when he DJ’d for sukira or being of TV shows or his determination to always be his best when dancing. It’s just… amazing. He also puts in the most effort to help give structure to the group, making sure that none of the members are left out, caring for them and accepting them as his temporary family. (well they are a family indeed.)
5. His physical aspects, ex: eyes, skin, abs, fingers, i.e
SO MANY OTHER REASONS BUT OMFG I JUST LOVE HIM GOD
god this man….. i don’t even know if i can put my feelings into words.. HE’S TOO DAMN PERFECT FUCK AKSJDHASKJFAS
1. He’s just a really sensitive and caring person. He tries his best to be independant, but in the end, he just doesn’t want to be alone. “I can’t eat my meals alone. I must have somebody else to eat with, the members or my family, whichever”. I love him for that.
2. His love for kids.
3. Although he’s a kid himself.
4. He’s a sweetheart. In every way. He loves his family dearly and he loves the members and his hyungs so much. He has the ability to succeed in everything he does. All he needs to do is put his mind to it, and he’ll persevere no matter what it is. His family and friends matter to him more than anything, and he wouldn’t hesitate to help a friend in need. Blimey, he’s just an amazing person and he is just so wonderful and I’m trying to keep this reason short so on to the next one ~
5. His nips.
That is all.
Aaaaaanyways, this turned out to be a longer answer than I expected, and I could honestly list 1000000000000000000 more reasons (obviously hae’s boobs aren’t the only thing that i like about his body lol) I hoped this answer made sense! I hope it wasn’t just mindless spazzing and useless babble.
Thank you for asking~!
no no no i don’t want to die i want to live