You never want to love someone. The emotion latches onto whoever it pleases without consent, warning or a decent hello. It sticks on your back, under your foot, behind your ear. In plain sight to everyone else other than its host.

Kyungsoo didn't like to be woken up early in the morning, he didn't like the way his best friend made fun of his eyes but most of all he didn't like the way he felt about a certain Kim Jongin. 

Hey,

Sorry for any mistakes,this is my first time writing anything on a public site and I'm using my friends profile to upload this on as a trial-kind-of-thingy... anyway if you like it i'll carry it on :) Enjoy...hopefully.