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[blurmeese]

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Brazil is a flurry of music, of rehearsed shots, extras clamoring for more screen time, of stolen looks and a sort of missing Junsu can’t put his finger on. It feels oddly misplaced, a foreign kind of touch, he thinks, a strange one that sends static creeping down his spine as he traces  her outline in the dark, hand dipping at too soft

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[cosmicanomaly]

Ohnoooo. Junsu, you dummy. And Yoochun, Yoochun, Yoochun.. =(

How sad..
;__;

But at least. At least it doesn't end tragically, right?

[blurmeese]

:D you're right on the last part~ thank you for reading!