"crap! i thought his bag was mine, i'm totally screwed!"
jisoo accidentally slips his notebook in his crush's backpack which unfortunately, is filled with confessions about his undying love for the other.
>> an update for my man's bday i lOVE YOU JOSHUA STAY HEALTHY (( and taehyung too lmao ❤️❤️ ))
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black haired jisoo makes me nut fuK
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^^ this sinful bitch i was fooled where is god
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it was christmas eve and jisoo had only just began to think that the house was a bit too bare. he wanted to decorate even if it was just a small little christmas tree sitting awkwardly in the large living room. jisoo just wanted something that made it feel festive before it was too late.
"seokmin, can we buy a tree?" jisoo asked, rolling over in bed, body crashing right into seokmin's who instantly drew the older closer. "even if it's half the size of your leg and it's totally fake. can we please?"
"sure, babe" seokmin kissed his nose.
"i thought i told you never to call me that. it's disgusting" jisoo said sternly, pouting angrily which made seokmin laugh.
"maybe so, but it's cute on you"
jisoo rolled his eyes. "whatever. we should get up and go shopping for dinner and a tree"
seokmin nodded and tightened his hold around jisoo's waist as he rolled the bother of them off the bed. giggles and playful complaining echoed all throughout the room and they wouldn't have it any other way.
jisoo managed to escape his boyfriend's strong grip and made his way to the kitchen before making himself a bowl of cereal. seokmin hadn't even grabbed himself a mug for his coffee from the cupboard when jisoo rushed to the study to continue working on and wrapping seokmin's gift.
he was going to pull an all-nighter just to finish inking his drawings but seokmin advised him otherwise; talking about the older's well being or whatever, jisoo didn't know. he was too tired to even listen to his boyfriend. the american glided the felt tip pen over the sketched lines, eyes keeping close watch of how steady his hand should be. once finishing the railing of the balcony, jisoo sighed out and cracked his knuckles. now it was time for the polaroids.
