Last day! Hope y'all had a great Jearmin Week ^^

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Jean couldn't help it, he really couldn't.

The subtle nibbling on those rose pink lips, the same mouth twitching into a smile every time he saw something cute, the way the sun danced off his golden tresses, hung up in a bun on top of his head.

Button nose that scrunched up in the rain, nostrils flaring as he inhaled the scent of the waning summer. The dusted pink blush that brushed over his cheeks when Jean smiled over at him, the usually creamy pale skin flushed crimson, shyly turning his head away with a timid smile.

Those cerulean blue sapphires that twinkled in the light, windows into the boys usually calm expression, showing everything and nothing, Armin's true feelings pouring through - anger, sadness, content, love.

How could he not steal small glances at the love of his life, how could he not try and commit his face to memory as often as possible, never knowing when could be his last chance?

How could he not admire the masterpiece that was, Armin Kirchstein?