bc I'm having Jongin feelings, I wrote a little something
It starts in the way Jongin breathes. Every inhale and every exhale and I think he's beautiful in the way he just exists. Even the odd-scented mix of cigarettes and old books that I think stains the fabric of his skin has my mind reeling in a thousand different directions. Next is in the way he dances. Every fluid movement and every powerful turn strum my heartstrings and produce a melody I can't quite pinpoint but it almost sounds like the fluttering of butterfly wings. Fleeting, soft, and achingly beautiful. Another is in the way he shows happiness. Crescent-shaped eyes and a smile that could battle the majesty of the stars, laughter so rich and delicious that I could wrap it up in a burrito and eat it raw. Last is in the way he brings passion to the stage. He is a powerhouse filled with so much energy that I feel weak in the knees every time he performs like he was born to be admired by the world. He belongs to the stage and he belongs to the wild cheers and the flickering silver ocean. But sadly, he does not belong with me.
