“This is literally the worst idea you’ve ever come up with.”

A stack of unopened presents addressed to Kris sat on the couch between Jongin and Junmyeon, both who were in the process of wrapping their gifts to the giant. It was his birthday celebration that night, and Junmyeon wanted everything to be perfect.

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Jongin pushed open his apartment door carefully stepping inside, and once the door was safely clicked shut and locked, he didn’t hesitate to let out the girlish squeals he had been suppressing since he and Kyungsoo had parted ( Read more... )

Three hundred and eighty-nine. Three hundred and ninety. Three hundred and ninety-one. Three hundred and ninety-two. Three hundred and ninety-three. Three hundred and ninety-four. Three hundred and ninety-five. Three hundred and ninety-six ( Read more... )

Jongin’s heart felt as light as a feather the rest of the day. He went about the shop practically prancing. He felt high, high on life and high on the fact that the gorgeous boy-Kyungsoo-had given him his number ( Read more... )

Slice. Drizzle. Add a fruit of your choice.

Jongin met Kyungsoo on a Friday morning during late fall. It was one of the last sunny days Seoul would be seeing for several months and the shop was quiet while the majority of the population bustled around outside.

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