It’s dreamlike, the way the crowd screams and the ground thumps with the roar of bass lines, stamping feet, your own staggering, standing.
Unmoving.
The moment the camera pans out, there’s a familiar weight in your hand and Jaejoong steals a look at you when the world isn’t watching, an Are you okay Min-ah? that you shush with a tired little
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