break me down, tear me to pieces; I'll still wait.

#nowplaying the chainsmokers - don't let me down

Bring me to your heart, let me in; I solemnly swear to take good care of it.

Sometimes, a little thank you can go a long way.

It’s not that Jongin isn’t optimistic. Generally, he is. He’s a pretty happy-go-lucky guy most of the time, it takes quite a lot to tick him off or to make him remotely sad. He smiles and he smiles a lot.

Their laughter dies down slowly as comfortable silence falls upon them, only the sounds of kids whining, giggling, utensils scraping against their plates and the soft Christmas carols playing overhead.

In which Byun Baekhyun is a bad influence and Kim Jongin is sick and tired of Do Kyungsoo's online shopping addiction.

Their breaks were met with the scratching of water bottles, the soles of their feet shuffling about, finding a spot to sit and catch a breather. None of the boys wanted to bring up last night’s conversation but Joonmyeon knew. He knew that the boys were waiting for him, as their leader, to bring it up first.

It started innocent enough. It was Friday night and the biggest, the final party for all the seniors was about to happen before they took their final exams and were officially done with high school, simply waiting for graduation to pass by them like a flash.

Maybe... letting someone into his life wasn't such a bad idea after all.