Post by ∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥ on Feb 6, 2014 21:53:47 GMT -5
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It came as no surprise that they broke up. They weren't even together in the first place, to be honest. They had tried- well, Ronin had tried, with all of his might, and Seyong had tried a little near the end, but somehow, somewhere in the little cat's heart, he knew that it wasn't meant to be. He wasn't nearly affectionate enough in order to satisfy Ronin's needs, and the two were separated by a barrier of brotherly friendship and living together as siblings longer than anything else.
So when Seyong left to Korea again, and didn't come back, it wasn't shocking. At least, he didn't think it was. He wouldn't know. That was the last time his company actually allowed him to make so many trips back to the U.S.A. And because of his foolishness, and constantly leading Ronin on, a new rule had been cracked down upon new K-POP idols in the entertainment industry: Relationships would not get in the way of work, at least not when it comes to boyfriends and girlfriends. As a quote: "You worked hard for this, so why give it all up now because of a silly little puppy crush?"
There was someone close to Seyong, though, that had the ability to visit the U.S. every year. Because every year he needed to renew his visa. He was from Vancouver, Canada, and he always got the ability to spend at least a month with his family and friends, and to enjoy his life as an actual person instead of someone who can be constantly invaded and bothered. And, though it was unbelievable, he was actually quite attractive. Maybe even more attractive than the little kitten was.
And why is that? Because the little kitten was soft and adorable, insanely submissive and small, almost insignificant. But this man... He shone with confidence and independence, and a bad boy attitude, even though within he was innocent, foolish, clumsy, and submissive.
He was the leader of his group. He was fluent in Cantonese, Japanese, Korean, English, and Mandarin. He was twenty three years old.
And his name was Kris.
And currently, Kris Wu Yifan was heading down the street wearing a black tank top and dark jeans with a hard brimmed cap pulled down over his forehead and large shades on his face while chewing his gum and looking around himself, hand in his pocket. Never mind the clothes- Kris didn't seem affected by the cold.
It came as no surprise that they broke up. They weren't even together in the first place, to be honest. They had tried- well, Ronin had tried, with all of his might, and Seyong had tried a little near the end, but somehow, somewhere in the little cat's heart, he knew that it wasn't meant to be. He wasn't nearly affectionate enough in order to satisfy Ronin's needs, and the two were separated by a barrier of brotherly friendship and living together as siblings longer than anything else.
So when Seyong left to Korea again, and didn't come back, it wasn't shocking. At least, he didn't think it was. He wouldn't know. That was the last time his company actually allowed him to make so many trips back to the U.S.A. And because of his foolishness, and constantly leading Ronin on, a new rule had been cracked down upon new K-POP idols in the entertainment industry: Relationships would not get in the way of work, at least not when it comes to boyfriends and girlfriends. As a quote: "You worked hard for this, so why give it all up now because of a silly little puppy crush?"
There was someone close to Seyong, though, that had the ability to visit the U.S. every year. Because every year he needed to renew his visa. He was from Vancouver, Canada, and he always got the ability to spend at least a month with his family and friends, and to enjoy his life as an actual person instead of someone who can be constantly invaded and bothered. And, though it was unbelievable, he was actually quite attractive. Maybe even more attractive than the little kitten was.
And why is that? Because the little kitten was soft and adorable, insanely submissive and small, almost insignificant. But this man... He shone with confidence and independence, and a bad boy attitude, even though within he was innocent, foolish, clumsy, and submissive.
He was the leader of his group. He was fluent in Cantonese, Japanese, Korean, English, and Mandarin. He was twenty three years old.
And his name was Kris.
And currently, Kris Wu Yifan was heading down the street wearing a black tank top and dark jeans with a hard brimmed cap pulled down over his forehead and large shades on his face while chewing his gum and looking around himself, hand in his pocket. Never mind the clothes- Kris didn't seem affected by the cold.
