Imagine Jongin discovering and buying one of those Velcro Sticky Walls to practice his ballet poses. He puts on the necessary uniform and closes his eyes. His leg muscles flex as he propels himself forward, toes pointed, and leaping with all the beauty and grace he can muster to strike the most beautiful ballet pose. He feels his body hit the sticky velcro wall in perfect position and a slight tug as gravity tries to fault him, but to no avail. Jongin sighs in contentment as he sits stuck to the sticky velcro wall sideways, arms extended out in a heavenly curve on either side of him and legs poised to the side (x).
“Ah perfection,” he whispers softly.
"M'sieur?" The question was small, the voice just managing not to crack. "Qu'est-cd qu'il y a?" — wxlledin (Abel just asked "What's wrong?")