keep me warm application

character name: kim myungsoo

 

character group: infinite

 

type: kitten

 

age: 22

 

background: Like any other cat, Kim Myungsoo has twitchy ears that stood tall on his head, an equally dark tail that waved around in the air when left untamed. He is strangely drawn to catnip, and a slight tendency to grow whiskers. Despite his stony expressions and cold beauty, he was just a stupid old cat who wanted a little backrub and a lap to lie down on. Not someone who'd whisper false promises of forever while deceptively holding him so so so close. It hurt so much, how he'd thought that they'd spend what was left of an eternity together, hand-in-hand. It hurt even more when his future masters did exactly the same. Gave him away.

 

I love you. I have to let you go.

I love you. I have to let you go.

I love you. I have to let you go.

I love you, but you have to go.

 

All of them - all of these damned bastards - they were the same. As narcisstic as it sounded, he felt as if there was an organization that wanted to lead kittens on. But what hurt the most was the last one; he didn't even bother excusing himself. The words of his painful past still echoed in his heart, still shrouded his heart in pain and sorrow. He doesn't want to trust anyone, but he needs to. Deep in his little feline heart, he yearned for someone who'd take care of him. Who'd love him and never leave him. Maybe a little backrubs were good, too.

 

writing style: The playful yet painfully mocking tones of the students rang across the room, the nickname rock head chanted over and over again. They threw the word at him as if he felt nothing, as if he weren't human. Oh wait - he wasn't. He almost let out a small laugh out of irony, but he stopped himself when he realized it would only fuel more teasing. He set a stony expression on his face, trying to endure.

 

The living dead, simply put, have a higher sense of preservation. At least, in Jongin's case. His emotions sadness and anger were heightened, leading him to be extremely violent whenever threatened. From the zombie's point of view, he was nothing if not being threatened. He clenched his fist, fury replacing the strange feeling he was just experiencing. Those ing idiots. When he stands up, he crosses his heart on the he would bash their skulls together. He never really had a choice - he just woke up, and voila, barely working body at your service! He didn't deserve this! His jaws clenched together as he shifted to stand up and--

 

Do Kyungsoo's hand was ruffling his hair. Like a puppy. Who does he think he is? Anyway, he should continue it. It felt really nice. That strange feeling came back. A smile tried to weave its way through his lips, but he was too stubborn to let it. He let his dead, blank eyes stare up to the man comparable to stars; beautiful, and something he'll never reach.

 

Before that very soothing and calming touch on his head, Jongin was positive the teacher said something. It was something about... help. Jongin apparently needed help. Hell no.

 

Mustering all the strength to appear as alive as everyone else, he slammed his fist against the table and stood up, shooting the teacher a poisonous glare, one filled with unabashed pride: "I don't need anyone's help."

 

With that, he stormed out of the room, making sure he slams the door very loudly as he did it. After doing that deed, he immediately regretted it. He looked back at the angel's classroom, longing to be with him more, for some reason. If he did need help, Kyungsoo could give it.

 

Completely forgetting that he had an actual class that he was ignoring, he waited by the door for the class to dismiss.