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kai-centric (kai/yixing, kai/luhan, kai/chanyeol, kai/kris)
pg-13, 2.6k words
au. "Traveling is like flirting with life. It's like saying, 'I would stay and love you, but I have to go; this is my station."
seulpeo ♥kai-centric (kai/yixing, kai/luhan, kai/chanyeol, kai/kris)
pg-13, 2.6k words
au. "Traveling is like flirting with life. It's like saying, 'I would stay and love you, but I have to go; this is my station."
In a cafe in France, Jongin wonders if he should have taken Sehun up on that offer for company. It's only been a week, but already it's a bit lonely. His french is atrocious, the hostel is noisy, and he doesn't know how to order anything. Still, Paris is beautiful and it's exhilarating, being so far from home and all on his own. Sink or swim time.
Jongin is toying with his coffee when he catches someone watching him thoughtfully, a little smile on his face. His name is Lu Han. He's Chinese, but fluent in Korean, in Paris on an internship and sharp and quick to laugh. Jongin is charmed by the way that his whole face pulls out of shape when he throws back his head and laughs and by the end of the night he finds himself breathless and spread out underneath Lu Han's nimble fingers.
They spend a few days together, Lu Han's fingers wound into Jongin's as they explore the back streets and find little restaurants to try out. Lu Han's french is hardly better than Jongin's, but he's fearless in a way that Jongin isn't sure he ever will be. He approaches the shop owners without flinching and somehow manages to make himself understood through sheer bravado.
Jongin stands back and watches, and he can't decide if the feeling in his chest is admiration or something more. He does know, though, that his heart clenches when Lu Han looks back at him, with a smile meant just for him. He knows he likes the way that Lu Han's hand finds his, and the uncanny way he seems to know exactly how to use his teeth to make Jongin keen and pant.
They part when Jongin leaves for Germany. There's a tiny, romantic part of Jongin that expects sorrow, regret, but Lu Han just presses his fingertips to Jongin's jaw and kisses him gently. “Have fun on the rest of your trip,” he tells Jongin, and when Jongin smiles back at him, it's genuine. This was a moment in time, one he will always remember, but it's over now.
“I will,” he promises, and Lu Han beams.
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By the time he reaches Berlin, Jongin is adjusting. One day, he leaves his bag in the hostel and wanders down the Spree with his camera. He still doesn't know how to use it. He pauses to fiddle with the lens, holding it up to his face as he plays with the focus. As the view goes from blurry to sharp, he realizes that he's got his camera pointed at someone. He jerks it down, flushing.
“See something you like?” the man calls. He smiles and Jongin is taken aback by the sheer stretch of his mouth, his clean white teeth and happy crease to his eyes.
Chanyeol is on vacation with his family. He's got the enthusiasm of a puppy, nudging Jongin too hard with his knuckles and whining at him to take his picture. Chanyeol waves at kids and gets excited over the littlest things. It simultaneously grates on Jongin's nerves and appeals to him, inexplicably charming even though he's so childish.
They meet up on Chanyeol's last day before his family head back to Seoul and Jongin, in a fit of generosity, buys them both ice cream. Before they even get a block away, Chanyeol bumps Jongin's arm and knocks his ice cream out of his hand. “Ah shit,” Jongin sighs, looking down forlornly at the mess.
“Take mine,” Chanyeol says, without hesitation. “It's only fair.” Jongin doesn't really want to take Chanyeol's ice cream away from him, but he's holding it out, eyebrows raised expectantly, and he somehow finds himself taking it. It's already melting and running down the sides of the cone, making his fingers sticky and gross, but Chanyeol's smile is so pleased that Jongin can't bring himself to be truly annoyed.
At the end of the day, Chanyeol looks a little wilted, and Jongin does feel a little sad. They exchange phone numbers and promise to text, but Jongin knows he won't. The awkward tension stretches between them, Chanyeol's shoulders have drooped, and he drags the toe of his sneaker across paving stones. It's intolerable.
“Hey, smile?” Jongin says, and when Chanyeol looks up at him, his confused look shifts into a blindingly bright smile in a flash. Jongin snaps the photo quickly, and he's pleased with how well it turns out. Putting his camera away, Jongin reaches for Chanyeol's hand.
It's almost whim that pushes him to kiss Chanyeol, fast and light, but it's worth it. At least now, when Chanyeol heads back to his hotel and his parents, he's not sad anymore. Jongin couldn't stand it if the last time he saw Chanyeol, he was sad, and it was Jongin's fault.
He heads to Italy three days later, and it's almost not soon enough. He's restless, anxious, and it's time to move on. He doesn't know what he's looking for, but Berlin doesn't have it.
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He's not sure what he was expecting in Venice, but it is most certainly beautiful. It's expensive, too. Jongin buys massive slices of pizza and licks the sauce off his fingers, pleased with himself. He's trying to clean off the side of his hand when he hears someone click their tongue. “Messy,” the man chides, and Jongin could choose to be annoyed. Thing is, the man is tall, handsome and well-dressed, and as it turns out, fluent in Italian, and Jongin can't ignore the way he feels drawn to him.
Yifan takes Jongin under his wing. Despite the stern slant of his brow, he's easy for Jongin's pout, his will crumbling under Jongin's persuasion. Jongin spends two weeks in Venice, and half of that is lazy mornings in Yifan's apartment, woken up by big hands walking up his spine and the wet press of Yifan's mouth.
He talks Yifan into coming with him on silly tourist things. They catch a gondola across the city one evening, headed to dinner, and Yifan leans in, singing softly into Jongin's ear. He's not a good singer, but he's clearly trying to be romantic, and Jongin laughs and kisses him fiercely.
They spend their last night over wine and good food. Jongin lets Yifan order, because he seems to know what he's talking about, and when he listens to him chat with the waiter in a language he can't understand, Jongin's tempted, for once, to stay.
It would be easy, he thinks. There's something effortless about spending time with Yifan. There's a give and take that comes naturally, and he has to admit, he likes the way that Yifan gently takes charge, and the possessive press of his big hands on him.
But still, the next morning, Jongin moves on. He's got a flight to London first thing, and when responsible Yifan drags his feet, he feels a stab of regret. “I won't forget you,” Jongin promises him, voice soft in Yifan's cramped little kitchen. He has Yifan backed up against the counter, his hands fitted to Yifan's hips, and he's certain he'll miss this.
“You're going to be late,” Yifan says, as if it's an answer, but he lets Jongin pull him down for a kiss, even if it does mess up his hair.
On the plane, Jongin looks out the window, heart rattling around in his chest, and fights back the rising panic. He hopes he's not making a mistake.
-
He's a little subdued in London. At least here, here he can fumble his way through ordering a meal, and he takes up his camera again. The summer is winding down, and Jongin can feel the impending end of his trip, and the approaching return to Seoul, and it casts a pall over his trip.
The postcard he decides to send Sehun is goofy and vague, but writing it out makes him miss home and his best friend once again. He camps out on a corner of the tiny shop he bought the postcard in to write it out, and the guy behind the counter wanders over. “You're from Seoul?” he asks and he smiles.
Yixing's Korean is a mess, and Jongin's English is even worse, but Jongin doesn't actually mind. He's always got a smile for Jongin when he drops by the little shop he works for, and this amazing dimple that Jongin is fascinated by. It's hard for Jongin to keep his distance when Yixing catches his hand to pour the change into his palm, eyes bright, and slips him sweets to keep him going through the day. Jongin's weak, but when Yixing cracks lame Korean puns just to make Jongin smile, he can't help but ask Yixing when he gets off work.
This time, it's Yixing who insists that Jongin do all the tourist things. Even when Jongin's tired from wandering around all day long, he lets Yixing curl delicate fingers into his and drag him onto a double decker bus, just to say they'd done it. “I've lived here all my life,” Yixing explains. “But I've never gotten to do these things.” His smile sets off fireworks in Jongin's chest.
He's not sure why, but even with the language barrier, Jongin doesn't have any trouble understanding Yixing. There's something about the way that he moves that's familiar to Jongin, like his body language is a language Jongin's been fluent in since birth. When they find a shared history in dance, it clicks into place.
It really is a common language between them, a way to communicate. Jongin knows he's never been very good at hiding how he feels, but it seems like no time at all before Yixing is an expert at reading him. He picks up when Jongin is tired and knows just when to cut in when Jongin is getting frustrated with his broken English. He takes Jongin to the aquarium and the zoo and laughs when Jongin shrinks away from the monkeys. But then Yixing steadies him with a hand in his, and on the tube ride home at the end of the night, he lets Jongin nod off on his shoulder, and Jongin ends each day with a warmth flooding his chest.
If being with Yifan was easy, spending time with Yixing is effortless. Even on days when he has excursions planned, when he's supposed to spend all day on his own, his feet lead him back to the little convenience story and he's always gratified when Yixing looks up and grins at him.
What's scary about it, he supposes, is the part that isn't easy, the part where he wants to find out what Yixing's mouth tastes like and where to touch him and how hard. This should be just as simple, but every time Jongin wants to pull Yixing in close, something stops him. This is important to him, he realizes. When he left Paris, Berlin, Venice, it was never difficult. He had a good time and he moved on.
This time, though, he's not sure he wants to move on. Yixing has slotted himself into a place in Jongin's life where Jongin didn't even know he had an empty space. It's going to be hard enough as is to leave London, much less if what they have becomes something more. Thinking about this keeps Jongin up at night, staring at the stained ceiling above his hostel bed, but in the end, he decides it's best.
Yixing disagrees. “I think,” he says thoughtfully, over packets of fries. “That if I don't kiss you tonight, I might lose it.” His tone is casual, but the way that he's watching Jongin definitely isn't.
Jongin chokes and flushes bright red, goggling at him. “Your Korean is getting better,” he manages after a second.
“I know,” Yixing tells him, and his eyes are so bright and sharp and Jongin can feel his resolve crumbling away.
Even so, they don't kiss that night. Yixing's pronouncement makes Jongin wary and he shies away from Yixing's touch. He doesn't know what else to do, really. How is he supposed to be responsible when Yixing is right there, looking at him so hopefully?
It's the morning after, when Jongin corners Yixing behind the counter at the store and lunges at him, that Jongin makes it right. “I'm sorry,” he mutters between each press of his lips to Yixing's, and Yixing just laughs and holds him close. They stay that way until Yixing's boss catches them, shouting them out of the store, and Yixing catches Jongin's wrist as they race away.
Jongin has never met anyone he wants to keep kissing like, all of the time, and now, here's Yixing. He's got sharp teeth and clever fingers and Jongin is so, so crazy about him. His departure date approaches, and he knows that his father is going to scold him for not going out and seeing the sights, but he can't stop following Yixing to his flat and pressing him into his mattress.
On the day he's supposed to go see the changing of the guard, Yixing makes him a late breakfast. They mean to head out, they really do, but then Jongin drags his teeth across the hollow of Yixing's throat and discovers how ticklish he is and, well, he has to exploit that.
“Stay,” Yixing whispers one night, so softly that Jongin doesn't think that he was even supposed to hear it, and the idea plants itself in his head.
Stay. Jongin thinks about Seoul, about Sehun and the job that awaits him at his father's company. He's sure it'd be an okay job. Pay the bills and not too boring. It's never really been what he wanted, though. Jongin has never really known what he wanted, other than a strong interest in dance, and isn't that why he's here in the first place?
He keeps turning it over in his head as their last week together runs out. Yixing cooks him dinner and takes him to the London Eye, and kisses him at the top of the world. It all just leaves Jongin feeling more confused.
“When are you coming home?” Sehun asks. His voice crackles with static and it's delayed, coming from so far away.
“I don't know,” Jongin admits, curling up against his legs and resting his chin on his knees. And that's the thing. He looks up at Yixing, leaning against the doorframe and smiling at him fondly, and he realizes that what he does know is that he wants to give this a chance.
Yixing climbs onto the bed next to him and curls up against him, resting his forehead against his shoulder. “Not soon,” he says decisively, and he feels Yixing smile against his back.
When he hangs up the phone, Jongin stares down at it and listens to Yixing's breath across the back of his neck. For the first time in a long time, Jongin feels a certain sense of things clicking into place. It's impulsive and reckless, choosing to stay here when he has a future waiting for him back in Seoul, but he needs to take this risk. If there is a chance for him to be truly happy here, in London with Yixing, then he wants to take it.
Yixing's fingers stroke against the small of Jongin's back, and Jongin twists to press his lips to the top of Yixing's head. Jongin can't shake his smile. It feels like the whole world is waiting for him.
Jongin is toying with his coffee when he catches someone watching him thoughtfully, a little smile on his face. His name is Lu Han. He's Chinese, but fluent in Korean, in Paris on an internship and sharp and quick to laugh. Jongin is charmed by the way that his whole face pulls out of shape when he throws back his head and laughs and by the end of the night he finds himself breathless and spread out underneath Lu Han's nimble fingers.
They spend a few days together, Lu Han's fingers wound into Jongin's as they explore the back streets and find little restaurants to try out. Lu Han's french is hardly better than Jongin's, but he's fearless in a way that Jongin isn't sure he ever will be. He approaches the shop owners without flinching and somehow manages to make himself understood through sheer bravado.
Jongin stands back and watches, and he can't decide if the feeling in his chest is admiration or something more. He does know, though, that his heart clenches when Lu Han looks back at him, with a smile meant just for him. He knows he likes the way that Lu Han's hand finds his, and the uncanny way he seems to know exactly how to use his teeth to make Jongin keen and pant.
They part when Jongin leaves for Germany. There's a tiny, romantic part of Jongin that expects sorrow, regret, but Lu Han just presses his fingertips to Jongin's jaw and kisses him gently. “Have fun on the rest of your trip,” he tells Jongin, and when Jongin smiles back at him, it's genuine. This was a moment in time, one he will always remember, but it's over now.
“I will,” he promises, and Lu Han beams.
-
By the time he reaches Berlin, Jongin is adjusting. One day, he leaves his bag in the hostel and wanders down the Spree with his camera. He still doesn't know how to use it. He pauses to fiddle with the lens, holding it up to his face as he plays with the focus. As the view goes from blurry to sharp, he realizes that he's got his camera pointed at someone. He jerks it down, flushing.
“See something you like?” the man calls. He smiles and Jongin is taken aback by the sheer stretch of his mouth, his clean white teeth and happy crease to his eyes.
Chanyeol is on vacation with his family. He's got the enthusiasm of a puppy, nudging Jongin too hard with his knuckles and whining at him to take his picture. Chanyeol waves at kids and gets excited over the littlest things. It simultaneously grates on Jongin's nerves and appeals to him, inexplicably charming even though he's so childish.
They meet up on Chanyeol's last day before his family head back to Seoul and Jongin, in a fit of generosity, buys them both ice cream. Before they even get a block away, Chanyeol bumps Jongin's arm and knocks his ice cream out of his hand. “Ah shit,” Jongin sighs, looking down forlornly at the mess.
“Take mine,” Chanyeol says, without hesitation. “It's only fair.” Jongin doesn't really want to take Chanyeol's ice cream away from him, but he's holding it out, eyebrows raised expectantly, and he somehow finds himself taking it. It's already melting and running down the sides of the cone, making his fingers sticky and gross, but Chanyeol's smile is so pleased that Jongin can't bring himself to be truly annoyed.
At the end of the day, Chanyeol looks a little wilted, and Jongin does feel a little sad. They exchange phone numbers and promise to text, but Jongin knows he won't. The awkward tension stretches between them, Chanyeol's shoulders have drooped, and he drags the toe of his sneaker across paving stones. It's intolerable.
“Hey, smile?” Jongin says, and when Chanyeol looks up at him, his confused look shifts into a blindingly bright smile in a flash. Jongin snaps the photo quickly, and he's pleased with how well it turns out. Putting his camera away, Jongin reaches for Chanyeol's hand.
It's almost whim that pushes him to kiss Chanyeol, fast and light, but it's worth it. At least now, when Chanyeol heads back to his hotel and his parents, he's not sad anymore. Jongin couldn't stand it if the last time he saw Chanyeol, he was sad, and it was Jongin's fault.
He heads to Italy three days later, and it's almost not soon enough. He's restless, anxious, and it's time to move on. He doesn't know what he's looking for, but Berlin doesn't have it.
-
He's not sure what he was expecting in Venice, but it is most certainly beautiful. It's expensive, too. Jongin buys massive slices of pizza and licks the sauce off his fingers, pleased with himself. He's trying to clean off the side of his hand when he hears someone click their tongue. “Messy,” the man chides, and Jongin could choose to be annoyed. Thing is, the man is tall, handsome and well-dressed, and as it turns out, fluent in Italian, and Jongin can't ignore the way he feels drawn to him.
Yifan takes Jongin under his wing. Despite the stern slant of his brow, he's easy for Jongin's pout, his will crumbling under Jongin's persuasion. Jongin spends two weeks in Venice, and half of that is lazy mornings in Yifan's apartment, woken up by big hands walking up his spine and the wet press of Yifan's mouth.
He talks Yifan into coming with him on silly tourist things. They catch a gondola across the city one evening, headed to dinner, and Yifan leans in, singing softly into Jongin's ear. He's not a good singer, but he's clearly trying to be romantic, and Jongin laughs and kisses him fiercely.
They spend their last night over wine and good food. Jongin lets Yifan order, because he seems to know what he's talking about, and when he listens to him chat with the waiter in a language he can't understand, Jongin's tempted, for once, to stay.
It would be easy, he thinks. There's something effortless about spending time with Yifan. There's a give and take that comes naturally, and he has to admit, he likes the way that Yifan gently takes charge, and the possessive press of his big hands on him.
But still, the next morning, Jongin moves on. He's got a flight to London first thing, and when responsible Yifan drags his feet, he feels a stab of regret. “I won't forget you,” Jongin promises him, voice soft in Yifan's cramped little kitchen. He has Yifan backed up against the counter, his hands fitted to Yifan's hips, and he's certain he'll miss this.
“You're going to be late,” Yifan says, as if it's an answer, but he lets Jongin pull him down for a kiss, even if it does mess up his hair.
On the plane, Jongin looks out the window, heart rattling around in his chest, and fights back the rising panic. He hopes he's not making a mistake.
-
He's a little subdued in London. At least here, here he can fumble his way through ordering a meal, and he takes up his camera again. The summer is winding down, and Jongin can feel the impending end of his trip, and the approaching return to Seoul, and it casts a pall over his trip.
The postcard he decides to send Sehun is goofy and vague, but writing it out makes him miss home and his best friend once again. He camps out on a corner of the tiny shop he bought the postcard in to write it out, and the guy behind the counter wanders over. “You're from Seoul?” he asks and he smiles.
Yixing's Korean is a mess, and Jongin's English is even worse, but Jongin doesn't actually mind. He's always got a smile for Jongin when he drops by the little shop he works for, and this amazing dimple that Jongin is fascinated by. It's hard for Jongin to keep his distance when Yixing catches his hand to pour the change into his palm, eyes bright, and slips him sweets to keep him going through the day. Jongin's weak, but when Yixing cracks lame Korean puns just to make Jongin smile, he can't help but ask Yixing when he gets off work.
This time, it's Yixing who insists that Jongin do all the tourist things. Even when Jongin's tired from wandering around all day long, he lets Yixing curl delicate fingers into his and drag him onto a double decker bus, just to say they'd done it. “I've lived here all my life,” Yixing explains. “But I've never gotten to do these things.” His smile sets off fireworks in Jongin's chest.
He's not sure why, but even with the language barrier, Jongin doesn't have any trouble understanding Yixing. There's something about the way that he moves that's familiar to Jongin, like his body language is a language Jongin's been fluent in since birth. When they find a shared history in dance, it clicks into place.
It really is a common language between them, a way to communicate. Jongin knows he's never been very good at hiding how he feels, but it seems like no time at all before Yixing is an expert at reading him. He picks up when Jongin is tired and knows just when to cut in when Jongin is getting frustrated with his broken English. He takes Jongin to the aquarium and the zoo and laughs when Jongin shrinks away from the monkeys. But then Yixing steadies him with a hand in his, and on the tube ride home at the end of the night, he lets Jongin nod off on his shoulder, and Jongin ends each day with a warmth flooding his chest.
If being with Yifan was easy, spending time with Yixing is effortless. Even on days when he has excursions planned, when he's supposed to spend all day on his own, his feet lead him back to the little convenience story and he's always gratified when Yixing looks up and grins at him.
What's scary about it, he supposes, is the part that isn't easy, the part where he wants to find out what Yixing's mouth tastes like and where to touch him and how hard. This should be just as simple, but every time Jongin wants to pull Yixing in close, something stops him. This is important to him, he realizes. When he left Paris, Berlin, Venice, it was never difficult. He had a good time and he moved on.
This time, though, he's not sure he wants to move on. Yixing has slotted himself into a place in Jongin's life where Jongin didn't even know he had an empty space. It's going to be hard enough as is to leave London, much less if what they have becomes something more. Thinking about this keeps Jongin up at night, staring at the stained ceiling above his hostel bed, but in the end, he decides it's best.
Yixing disagrees. “I think,” he says thoughtfully, over packets of fries. “That if I don't kiss you tonight, I might lose it.” His tone is casual, but the way that he's watching Jongin definitely isn't.
Jongin chokes and flushes bright red, goggling at him. “Your Korean is getting better,” he manages after a second.
“I know,” Yixing tells him, and his eyes are so bright and sharp and Jongin can feel his resolve crumbling away.
Even so, they don't kiss that night. Yixing's pronouncement makes Jongin wary and he shies away from Yixing's touch. He doesn't know what else to do, really. How is he supposed to be responsible when Yixing is right there, looking at him so hopefully?
It's the morning after, when Jongin corners Yixing behind the counter at the store and lunges at him, that Jongin makes it right. “I'm sorry,” he mutters between each press of his lips to Yixing's, and Yixing just laughs and holds him close. They stay that way until Yixing's boss catches them, shouting them out of the store, and Yixing catches Jongin's wrist as they race away.
Jongin has never met anyone he wants to keep kissing like, all of the time, and now, here's Yixing. He's got sharp teeth and clever fingers and Jongin is so, so crazy about him. His departure date approaches, and he knows that his father is going to scold him for not going out and seeing the sights, but he can't stop following Yixing to his flat and pressing him into his mattress.
On the day he's supposed to go see the changing of the guard, Yixing makes him a late breakfast. They mean to head out, they really do, but then Jongin drags his teeth across the hollow of Yixing's throat and discovers how ticklish he is and, well, he has to exploit that.
“Stay,” Yixing whispers one night, so softly that Jongin doesn't think that he was even supposed to hear it, and the idea plants itself in his head.
Stay. Jongin thinks about Seoul, about Sehun and the job that awaits him at his father's company. He's sure it'd be an okay job. Pay the bills and not too boring. It's never really been what he wanted, though. Jongin has never really known what he wanted, other than a strong interest in dance, and isn't that why he's here in the first place?
He keeps turning it over in his head as their last week together runs out. Yixing cooks him dinner and takes him to the London Eye, and kisses him at the top of the world. It all just leaves Jongin feeling more confused.
“When are you coming home?” Sehun asks. His voice crackles with static and it's delayed, coming from so far away.
“I don't know,” Jongin admits, curling up against his legs and resting his chin on his knees. And that's the thing. He looks up at Yixing, leaning against the doorframe and smiling at him fondly, and he realizes that what he does know is that he wants to give this a chance.
Yixing climbs onto the bed next to him and curls up against him, resting his forehead against his shoulder. “Not soon,” he says decisively, and he feels Yixing smile against his back.
When he hangs up the phone, Jongin stares down at it and listens to Yixing's breath across the back of his neck. For the first time in a long time, Jongin feels a certain sense of things clicking into place. It's impulsive and reckless, choosing to stay here when he has a future waiting for him back in Seoul, but he needs to take this risk. If there is a chance for him to be truly happy here, in London with Yixing, then he wants to take it.
Yixing's fingers stroke against the small of Jongin's back, and Jongin twists to press his lips to the top of Yixing's head. Jongin can't shake his smile. It feels like the whole world is waiting for him.
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also, REVENGE EMMI REVENGE
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;__________________________________________; IT WAS ALL SO PERFECT AND THE SOMBER, QUIET TONE TO THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL AND JONGIN FEELING LOST AND LOOKING FOR SOMETHING, SOMEONE, WAILS FOREVER
AND YOU PICKED KAIXING AS THE END PAIRING, I'M JUST GOING TO SIT AND CRY IN A CORNER BECAUSE YIXING IS MY ACTUAL FAVOURITE HE IS MY FOREVER FAVOURITE AND I AM JUST DROWNING IN MY FEELINGS EXCUSE ME
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i love your jongin a lot, and thats saying something :(
i love how he fell in such an easy rush for luhan, while chanyeol was, well, chanyeol, and that one was sadder than i expected ;; but i love how close he came to staying for kris, i almost thought he would. and how real it felt when jongin was leaving and worrying whether it was mistake aaaaaa that killed me IF THAT HADNT THE YIXING REALLY DID???? how he didnt want to get too attached but yixing just had to start something AND HE DIDNT GO BACK TO SEOUL
HE DIDNT LEAVE YIXING AAAAAAAAAAAA
my favorites ever :(
This was a moment in time, one he will always remember, but it's over now.
half of that is lazy mornings in Wu Fan's apartment, woken up by big hands walking up his spine and the wet press of Wu Fan's mouth. (cry i got so attached to the krai I'LL NEVER FORGET YOU ALKSFJALSKFJ)
and just, how confused jongin got when it got closer and closer to the day he had to go home and yixing was asking him to stay but quietly because thats so selfish and and
Jongin has never met anyone he wants to keep kissing like, all of the time, and now, here's Yixing. He's got sharp teeth and clever fingers and Jongin is so, so crazy about him. and i-im broken in such a lovely way ;~~~~~~;
how jongin chose to do what made him happy, ugh that lights me up. ive always wanted to do that, at least the traveling the world thing and maybe falling in love a couple times.
♥♥♥ its kind of weird for me but im really happy so very happy that you wrote this just for me!? like ive been following along your advent fics and all but now this one is mine i asked for this one and its everything i ever hoped for and more ;3;
i love you forever kendra ;;;;;;;;
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if you do expand it, at least just the krai in venice, i think i will...........cry? huhu no no it was perfect though, the last scene when yixing curls against him in bed and jongin tells sehun hes not coming back yet and i :( love you the most!!!
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I squeal as I hide in this tiny ass room, eating cake on the bed, and hiding from my 4 year old cousin. EVEN IN CHINA I AM DISPLAYING SUCH SHAMEFUL BEHAVIOR WHILE READING YOUR FIC
:')))
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I love this couple, is my favorite in EXO, thank you!!!!
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AaAhhhhhhh, I really loved this.
Okay. I have to go and do something productive now.
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Beautiful and I spazzed at the end and you're perfect and beautiful couple omfg thank you so much I love you (throws chocolates at you)
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hahaha thank you so much!!
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and how come i read it just now!!! *bricked
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i love how unexpected the ending was (even though you mentioned it being kaixing in your A/N). like idk if kai would stay or not..was yixing good enough to anchor him. i love how luhan let him go...and how they both knew what it really was between them...how luhan didnt begged him to stay. i love how chanyeol's naivety was portrayed here and i love how kai wasnt giving him false hope...how simple their r/ship was. i love how yifan was the one before the one...how he made kai feel and the push and pull of their relationship was...how yifan knows that really kai shouldnt stay even if they both felt like he shld in that moment. i love that moment of panic that kai felt on the plane...because it is so easy to fall into the trap of thinking someone is the one just because things are comfortable between the two of you. and of cos i love kaixing...how they met, how they did all the tourist-y things tgt, how they almost kissed but didnt...how they ended up kissing anyway...how much kai hesitated bc really you only hesitate bc you dont wanna hurt the other person...and to not want to hurt the other person means that you actually feel a lot more for the person...i love how they dont immediately know they are both dancers...lastly, i love the open-ending...because it felt like kai stayed and that they'd have their happily ever after but who knows what would happen when kai eventually needs to move back or if yixing moved to seoul with him...there is still so much to ponder about their relationship. but kai finding a reason to stay, warms my heart <3
PS: sorry for the word vomit. this is shall now be my fav fic from you.
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I didnt think I would cry but, actually, this ending made my tears shed a bit. By the way, I would like to translate your fantastic into Vietnamese. I will update link with permission for you as soon as I finish it. Hope you get me this chance.
Thnanks for our pleasure!!!
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unfortunately, i don't allow translations!! i'm sure you're a good translator, but because i can't understand the language, i can't guarantee that the final product will be my words and have the same intent, and that makes me uncomfortable. thank you for your understanding!!
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(Anonymous) 2013-12-07 04:41 pm (UTC)(link)*salutes
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