i probably should have added that most things i post here will have been hand-written on old pieces of scratch-paper and i probably won't understand my own handwriting, which will result in a few mistakes. but oh well.

because i've already lost you; and since then all the pains of love have left as well. (but i never thought i'd miss them.)

"Screw you, Jongin,"
"Gladly, hyung,"

"I have a heart, just one, It beats for me, with me, in me; it's mine but it doesn't belong to me. What am I?"

I paused briefly; then, smiling softly, I answered.

"You're in love, dear. I know because that's what I am, too." And with you, no doubt.

home is where the heart is.

He stood and gathered his things, making his way for the door.

"But you said you weren't going home yet." The shorter said with sadness in his voice, and with this,
Jongin stepped back and took him by the wrist, planting a soft kiss on softer lips.

"I'm not, hyung," He smiled and pressed a finger to Kyungsoo's chest.

"My home is here."

Looking up into the sky, Kyungsoo pondered,

"Don't you wish you could touch them, Jongin? The clouds, I mean." He didn't need an answer, but Jongin gave him one.

"I honestly have no intention in doing so, hyung." Kyungsoo quirked an eyebrow, Jongin smiled.

"It'd just leave me with less time to touch you." They both realized Jongin was right; but Kyungsoo didn't let it
go without a stinging (but the younger wouldn't admit it) smack to the shoulder,
and a quite enjoyable kiss to the lips.

that's all, for now. i'll probably be back tomorrow with more unnecessarily short drabbles.