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✨✨ Beauxbatons Kai ✨✨

A lot of people said this reminded them of Beauxbatons, so here it is hehe

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[Kyungsoo on a date]

Kyungsoo: So what do you think of Kim Jongin?

Them: I only like him for his abs.

Kyungsoo: *pulls out gun*

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Kyungsoo: I want to be like a caterpillar. Sleep a lot. Eat a lot. Wake up beautiful.

Jongin: You know most of them have a lifespan of about a week, right?

Kyungsoo: That’s just another highlight.

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Jongin: i hate you!

Kyungsoo: i hate me more!

Jongin:

Jongin: babe… we’ve talked about this

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Chanyeol: what time is it?

Kyungsoo: time is a social construct

Chanyeol:

Chanyeol: *turns to Jongin* is he always that weird?

Jongin: no, he’s usually worse

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Baekhyun: THAT’S IT! *tackles Chanyeol*

Chanyeol: *pins Baekhyun from behind*

Baekhyun: *tries to escape the pin and accidentally touches Chanyeol*

Chanyeol: *moans*

Baekhyun:

Sehun: *whispering to Jongin* well… this got awkward real fast

Baekhyun: did- did you just..

Chanyeol: IT WAS YOUR DAMN FAULT!

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Jongin: you too sleep together?

Chanyeol: no

Baekhyun: no

Jongin: double negative so it’s a yes

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TheWalking Dead ◌ ༶

Seeing his pictures from today made me want to update this! Do you remember thief!jongin? I never forgot him, and I hope you like this! <3

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Your heart basically stopped when your college best friend dragged Jongin through the front door, the younger male barely being able to stand on his own.

“He wasn’t able to get out of the car quickly enough, so he got banged up pretty bad…” came Yixing’s explanation when he saw your dumbstruck expression, yet your body knew immediately what to do, as you rushed over to Jongin’s other side, looping his limp arm around your shoulders.

Jongin was able to groan your name in confusion when you gently whispered his, his head tilting your way.

“He doesn’t have anything broken, he’s just really out of it and scratched up.” Yixing assured you once he saw your shaking hands as the two of you led the disoriented burglar to the couch. Once you had him sitting, you immediately cupped at his cheeks, patting them gently. Jongin’s eyes fluttered open, your name slipping from his plump lips when he saw your face.

“I’m here, Jongin-ah…” you murmured softly, thumb swiping at the dried dirt on the side of his face. With a sigh of relief, his head went limp in your hold, and you had to take a shaky breath not to burst into tears. Instead, you turned to look at the other male, concern written all over your features.

“Are you okay, Yixing?” you opted to guide Jongin’s head to your shoulder, as your other, free hand reached over to grab at Yixing’s thigh. He nodded with a smile, squeezing your hand back.

“I’m good. They didn’t get to us…” your sigh was one of relief now, and you turned to look over as much of Jongin as you could in this position.

His arm was completely scraped from the pavement, little bits of gravel caught in his bloodied wounds. His pants were ripped as well, revealing numerous cuts and scratches on his body. You wanted to cry when you saw him in this condition- seeing him being carried through the threshold of the door instead of bounding in excitedly by himself had you tearing up.

The cute, energic man being so broken…

“We…We should clean his wounds…” you murmured to Yixing softly and the older man nodded solemnly, leaving the living room for a moment to get the needed first aid kit.

“Noona…” hearing his voice had you straightening up, hand that was combing through his matted hair freezing for a second.

“Y-yeah, Jonginnnie…I’m here…” you murmured into his hair when he wiggled, whining in slight discomfort.

“Xing brought you home…you’re here, you’re okay…”

“Everything hurts…” you almost cooed at his sad voice, and you helped him sit up, so he was resting his back against your chest, his head still buried in your neck.

“I know, but Xing is coming back with some medicine and we’ll clear the wound out, and it’s going to be all alright, okay?”

“No…no hospital?” even before you had realized the man’s fear of these institutions. It wasn’t too hard to understand why, having to enter your personal information that would most definitely lead him to being caught. Before his breathing could quicken, your thumbs stroked at the skin under his eyes, humming softly.

“No hospitals, dear. Just me and Xing, okay?” a small crack of a smile appeared on Jongin’s face and seeing it made it easier to breathe, even a little bit.

“Don’t let…Xing-hyung…kill me…” you chuckled at the dramatic plea the boy had, and in a moment of weakness, you leaned over and pressed a kiss against his forehead.

“Don’t worry dear, I won’t. I’m the one with the certificate, so I’ll do most of the work.” Just as you finished speaking, Yixing came through with a small kit in his hands, filled with basic instruments on how to deal with injuries. Noting how Jongin was slowly coming back to his senses, his hyung let out a deep sigh that he was probably holding in himself since he saw the youngster roll out of the speeding car.

“We should probably wash off the dirt first. It’s gonna be easier to clean it out when there aren’t any pebbles in the wounds.” you told both of them and Yixing agreed, hooking the kit around his forearm before reaching for Jongin to help him stand. Unlike last time, he did hold some of the weight on his own, but Jongin’s legs were shaking severely, and you knew that without the support of you and Xing he wouldn’t make it far before toppling over.

“We’ll just sit you down in the bath and wash off the dirt, alright? It’s gonna feel pretty awesome, I don’t know if you already tried that rainforest setting on the showerhead that Yixing installed last week.” you knew that you were rambling, but it seemed to help. You knew that Jongin wasn’t too fond of blood and would welcome any distraction that would come his way.

The journey to the bathroom was a short one, and within moments you had Jongin leaning against the sink as gingerly as possible, helping him take off his tattered shirt.

“It was my favorite…” Jongin mumbled with a small pout as he watched it clump wetly on the ground, already beyond saving.

“With what we secured on that last run, you’re gonna be able to buy more of them,” Yixing reassured him, gingerly rolling down his torn-up jeans, flinching when Jongin hissed as it passed the wounds.

Seeing the young thief in his half-naked glory was the main show of some steamy dreams in the past few days, but seeing him now only made the tears press into your eyes. His golden skin spattered with blood, raw spots and open wounds that had the muscles shaking in distress. At that moment Jongin seemed like a wounded deer just recently saved and yet still distrustful of its saviors. You could recognize it in his eyes immediately.

“It’s going to hurt just a little bit, but it’s much better than to deal with infection later, Jongin-ah.” Yixing seemed to understand the inner turmoil that the thief was going through as well, and Jongin turned to his hyung with a slight pout and furrowed brows.

“I know, I know…I just…should I take…everything…?” it now made sense why he seemed to become more fidgety as he stood in front of you in his boxer shorts, and you instantly felt guilty for your mind going there. Jongin’s crush was obvious, and if it wasn’t that, his inexperience with women would be the reason number two right after it. Your reddened cheeks matched his own as you scrambled to answer.

“N-no! I mean, you don’t have to, but…but I guess it would feel better to do so? And…you know what, I can just step out, and then help dress the wounds, okay?” Before they had a chance to reply, you darted out of the bathroom in search for some shorts that Jongin could wear. Knowing that it’s better to first treat to wounds before covering them with fabric as to not irritate the skin, you decided to keep the fluffy sweater on the bed, ready for Jongin when his torso was nice and wrapped up.

A sigh of relief left you as you heard the water running in the bathroom. You were glad- the longer Jongin had to wait, the more pain he would be in. Knocking on the door softly, you made sure to only reach out to the counter to gently place the shorts over there before closing it behind you and returning to Jongin’s bedroom.

With him being out all day, the room was stuffy, and he apparently tried to fold his duvet into a modern shape that was closer to being unfolded than made. The sight had you chuckling endearingly and setting out on the task to make sure he would be comfortable to sleep. After bringing over more pillows to surround his body and prevent him from pressing into his wounds more than he should have, you closed the window and grabbed at the first aid kit that Yixing found, getting all the necessary treatment ready to use.

It didn’t take long for the shower water to shut off and for the two thieves to shuffle through the door. The warm shower apparently knocked Jongin out even more, because he was standing only thanks to the strong grip Yixing had on his waist, his eyes blinking drowsily and head bobbing slightly here and there. Another fear settled into your mind, and when Jongin sat down on the bed and a blanket was thrown over his shoulders, you crouched down next to him and tapped his knee gently.

“Jonginnie…does your head hurt?” you asked him softly, cupping his cheek to keep his head up and facing you. He shook his head no.

“How about dizzy, do you feel dizzy?” Another groan signaling no passed through his lips, and he smacked at them in discomfort.

“Only sleepy.” As if to cement his words, Jongin slumped forward, body limp as if somebody turned the lights off in his head. You caught him with a small yelp before gathering him up in your arms and attempting to slide him further up the bed. Yixing was there to help you, lifting the covers and gently tucking the sleeping thief in for what was to be a deserved rest.

Just as you were about to slip from his grasp, Jongin suddenly tightened his arms around your neck and pressed you into him, making you feel like an overgrown teddy bear. You shared a confused look with Yixing as you tried to escape the tight grip, but it was all to no avail- Jongin voiced his obvious distaste of your escape by a long, deep whine that slid from his lips, and his embrace let you know you weren’t going anywhere.

And to be completely honest, you didn’t want to go. The adrenalin you felt throughout this whole procedure (which felt like it took ages, but if you were realistic it went by in about two hours) made you an exhausted mess and instead of trying to escape, you relaxed in Jongin’s arms. Wrapping your own arm around his waist, you nuzzled into his chest, fingers gently running up and down his back every now and then, to soothe the shudder of exhaustion that came over him.

“Are you okay?” Yixing kept his voice low, in fear of waking Jongin up.

“Yeah, Xing…I’ll keep an eye on him…go ahead and clean up, it’s fine.” You didn’t hear his response, but the soft click of the door closing indicated you were left alone with the younger thief.

You didn’t know what happened to him, but you just thought back on the way he was carried through the threshold, all limp and ragged and bloody, and it pushed tears into your eyes. You almost lost him today. The thought alone had you gripping onto him tighter than ever before, holding him near you and letting the shirt you gingerly slipped onto his form dry your tears. Jongin, even in his sleep, must have felt your distress, because of the little groan that slipped from his lips and how he burrowed closer to you, resting his cheek on the top of your head.

It’s okay, you thought to yourself as you kissed the collarbone that was right in front of you. He’s okay. He’s here, he’s with you, and you’re both alright.

And with that thought, you slipped into a slumber.