part two hundred and thirteen

[exomeme]

      

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a tiny kaixing thing

[(Anonymous)]

346w

dage [c]

[(Anonymous)]

oops i forgot. collapse!

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[(Anonymous)]

Sometimes Yixing remembers when he first joined and saw Jongin, young and hopeful and energetic, before the endless hours of training and countless injuries. He can no longer remember how it feels to be able to move effortlessly himself, too used to the stiffness constantly settled in his limbs and the ache that comes with each movement. Sometimes he looks at Jongin's back, tan and smooth and thinks how beautifully it could bend, stretch, and then he remembers the feeling of his own, too-thin muscles and skin stretched taut over bone. He looks at Jongin's smooth back and wonders if it feels like his own. He can remember when Jongin was flexible, childishly showing off his ballet splits, and watches the way Jongin now makes the effort to keep his movements minimal. He wants to kiss all over the boy's back, soothe over aching muscles and vertebrae, kiss him until he's boneless and easy underneath him. Watching Jongin grit his teeth as he stretches out his back, each vertebrae making a tiny popping noise as he gradually, carefully twists his body, Yixing thinks they'll never really be what they used to be. Lu Han sometimes comments that he moves like an old man, crawls out of bed each morning like his limbs are settling further into stillness each night, and light though his voice is there's concern in his eyes. Yixing isn't one to be concerned about himself, but sometimes the pain gets to be too much and he wants nothing more than to curl into a fetal position (the only position he can minimize the aches in) and sleep until he's well again. The moment passes quickly, as he bites on the inside of his cheek and continues dancing, because there are lights flashing in his eyes thousands below watching him, and the weight of worry of one, five, eleven others heavy against him. Jongin leans forward in a stretch and Yixing can't help but reach out. When he touches the sliver of skin poking out under his shirt, it's hot, all tense and trembling.

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[(Anonymous)]

anon pls continue this is super lovely ;;

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[(Anonymous)]

omg i love this

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[(Anonymous)]

wow amazing anon *__*