KPOP ONESHOTS

Gigil [nomin]

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JAEMIN was writing in his journal, jotting down words he thought had meaning as he wrote about his day. The pen he was writing with seemed to never stop hitting the paper as words jumbled up in his mind and scenes kept playing that happened throughout the day. Cramped in his small room, that only consist of a small bed, a black dresser where the paint was chipping, a mirror hanging beside it, and a desk he was sitting at, he had never felt more at home. Writing his thoughts down, he slowly entered his own world.

- Chenle then said something to Jisung, which made him mad, so he drank Chenles drink without permission which made the other whine to death. It was funny. Though, I didn't smile for some reason. I wish I could smile more. Then there was renjun, who was downing his drink in a few seconds. Haechan and Mark were being love birds across the table, well, more like Haechan clinging to Mark like he was going to disappear for good. Mark just let it happen ,since he had no energy to fight back, as the other male caressed his hair and held him close. It was actually entertaining to watch, though I would've much rather preferred to watch the male beside me-

Jaemins pen stopped, and hovered for a moment above the paper. His mind suddenly pauses of thoughts a boy pops up in his mind. Jaemins grip on the pencil loosens, and he his eyes fall down half lidded as he imagines the boys features in his head. He then places the pen back onto the paper, and continues to write.

-The boys hair was dark, and if he didn't tell you it was dyed, you'd believe that was his natural color. It was gently styled over his forehead, and in a cute way dangled above his eyes. It was silly to the touch, and tempting to run my hands through it. When he blinked, they would move the slightest, and when he would move his eyebrows for expression you wouldn't even notice he did so. His eyes were small, beautiful, as they turned to crescents when he smiled, and became half lidded for no reason. His eyelashes weren't long, but they did make his features feminine to the point I believed he was made for modeling. His nose was a perfect one, a fairy nose, and sometimes I'd get the pleasure of booping it. His lips were crafted by an angels bow itself, as they arch down to create a Cupid's bow. The tint was peach, yet pink below: moisturized and well taken care of unlike my own- I hate to admit. When he smiled, his upper lip would shallow, but his plump bottom would still be noticeable. And believe me when I say this- they were the softest thing your lips will ever touch. Softer than a fresh piece of baked break, and heavenly as they fit my puzzle piece. How heavenly it was for me to even feel such a euphoria. Nobody could compare to such a face structure he had, created by God himself with time and perfection. His jawline was angled perfectly, and his small v was always so tempting to cup in my hands; so most of the time I did. His skin was softer than a babies skin, or more so, an angels skin. For he was truly a perfect human being to me.-

Jaemins pen stopped once again, and he almost felt frustrated. He felt like he couldn't stop describing his lover, as he could picture everything about the other male. His figure was imprinted in his mind from nights they have spent together in the past, his smile that brightened up his day everytime, his laugh that rang in his ears even though he's not even close by, and his kindness that led Jaemin to loving him more. So Jaemin kept writing, placing his pen on the paper that was already half full, he wrote.

- There are many things I love about him, for if I said them all I could create the biggest book in the world. Maybe I will, just for him too see. What I love about him most though are his feminine things, and don't get me wrong I life his masculine side, but his feminine side he showed more. His features were very feminine, the slight curl in his lashes, his plump lips, and his ways of acting when he wanted something. I also love his hands, such slender fingers and veins, they were small in size just like a woman's hand. I can only imagine what a ring would look like on his finger. -