I really envy JongTae’s friendship. Having someone this close to you is truly beautiful <3.
cr.: as tagged.
My friend: No I don’t know how they usually are to eachother.
Me: Well, first there’s the dancing…
and the looks…
(control your eyebrows Kris)..
(you too Tao)…
Can’t forget the holding..(even if it’s just hands)
I stop time and go back to you
I open your page in
my book of memories
I am there inside,
I’m with you
last one omg sorry this took so long
They’ve grown apart recently, and Yifan can no longer lie and say he hasn’t noticed it, what with the way the two of them never really speak.
Zitao has grown, has flourished and matured and become the man he has always aspired to be, and Yifan, Yifan has sat back and watched as this happened, prouder than ever.
But as Zitao has grown, he’s also become more independent, and Yifan has to admit that he misses him, misses the way he’d come to ask for help and end up curled next to him in bed as they talked their worries away, and especially misses how well Zitao seemed to fit in his arms, his life, his heart.
So he figures that it’s time to take matters into his own hands and after swallowing down his pride, he grabs a blanket and trudges into the room that Zitao is now staying in, face smooth and impassive. He says nothing as he crawls into the bed next to the younger male, and Zitao, although obviously surprised, keeps quiet, and smiles a rather knowing smile before shifting so that he’s pressed against Yifan, curling against him just as easily as he always has.