painting a picture (3/4)
painting a picture (3/4)
yoosu
angst, smut
nc-17
for once, junsu wants to paint a picture full of colours.
Like I wanted, you came to me, like the morning of the world
I fill up my heart with you and like paint, it spreads and fills me up
"you're late."
yoochun winces. even across the line, the pout and the frustration and the hurt are apparent.
"you did this last week too."
"sorry junsuyah, i really did forget. i was at school-"
"save your breath, park. no need to apologize. no need to come, either. go have fun alone, doing whatever it is that you wanted to do-"
and junsu hangs up on him.
yoochun curses low. he really did forget, he admits that. it's just that junsu has been distant lately, and yoochun is hoping that a new song will cheer the boy up-
"definitely wrong, then." yoochun exhales.
even if he tries to not care, he is certain that something is going on within junsu's life, and the boy has not said a word about what it is. yoochun knows that he is not the most optimistic person ever when it comes to approaching problems, but at least he can offer some comfort and maybe a hug, or even a kiss-
he blushes when he remembers one certain night that changed their friendship.
"stop thinking, park." he admonishes himself. "don't be a douche-bag right now. go see him-" he mutters, a pep-talk for himself, "and say sorry, and really drill the problem out. can you do that, park? are you man enough for that?" he jabs his own chest for effect.
he waits for the night to pass, glad that the weekends are there, and determined to spend it with junsu.
I wonder if I will feel better if I see you
So I take you out from deep inside my drawer
as junsu passes through the glass door, he bumps into joo-hyun. his face reacts automatically into a smile, but he falters when the young woman has a steely glower on hers, one that is directed maliciously to him when their eyes collide. he coughs low and lets her go her own way, but he can feel a burning glance on his back.
shrugging, he perches himself on the counter and orders his usual drink. he turns around to search for a seat, and sees park yoochun waving to him, gesturing something, as if the man wants him to join at his table.
junsu freezes. he wills his fingers to not fail him, to not let go of the tall glass of syrupy sweet drinks in his grasp- and yes, the man is persistent. the waving never stops.
"don't think about anything." junsu mutters as he approaches the table of one. "don't remember, don't hope, don't bring up anything, hold yourself, kim-"
"glad you can join me." yoochun glances at him full of pleasure mixed with something else ('what is it?' junsu wonders silently in his head) and waves a hand commandingly. "have a seat, junsu-ssi."
junsu sits, reluctant, but did so anyway. he takes small sips, eyes darting here and there, transfixed at yoochun's hand as the man sketches rough lines and shapes on the serviette.
"what's that?" junsu couldn't help himself. he points to the drawing when yoochun cocks his head in confusion.
"my idea of an ideal partner." yoochun laughs. he notices the colour draining from junsu's face- "have it. i can draw another one." he places the piece in front of him.
junsu reaches for it anyway despite his brain telling him not to, and peers closer. he squints, "a girl doing dishes in the kitchen? how domestic. not very joo-hyun-ssi." something inside him breaks when yoochun laughs again. if he is to be completely honest with himself, he does misses that laugh. terribly so, too.
"i know right?" yoochun stares into those cloudy eyes. "most people think i go for the sexy, charismatic types. they never expected me to want this kind of girl."
"i know-" junsu's face contorts in unconcealed horror as his mouth betrays him.
the corners of yoochun's eyes twitch, and he smirks inward. an opening, finally.
"you do, don't you, junsuyah?" he loves how the red creeps up on the man's features. "because i told you once. many years ago."
junsu nods, eyes wild and wide, as if bewitched.
"why?" yoochun utters the one word he has been waiting to say after all these years. "why, junsuyah?" he reaches and grips that small hand in his when the man stills and mouths silent pleading requests to- "what, junsuyah? tell me, why?"
"no." junsu whispers. "don't."
yoochun easily sinks his nails into the pale skin, drawing red and crescent-shaped marks. "you will tell me why, kim junsu, because i deserve it. you left me dry and hanging, and i'm not going to buy that crappy lousy shit of a letter you'd left for me that time. i waited years to have a chance of seeing you again. so you will tell me-"
junsu wrenches his hand away roughly, and winces as he inspects the long lines of red forming along the skin. he takes one long sip, lips trembling, and stands up.
"screw you. i've told you why. why won't you believe me?" junsu shakes. "i've told you the truth eight years ago, yoochunah, no matter how much you hate them."
as he watches the man walk fast out of the cafe, yoochun knows that those words are yet another lie uttered by junsu- because everytime he does that, his fingers will drum nervously across any surfaces, and he can clearly see how the fingers betray its owner, to tap across denim-clad thigh.
"truth, my ass." yoochun sips his black coffee and draws the rough outlines of someone that he misses dearly so on a new serviette.
I'm really scared that I will only remember you forever
(You know me yeah you know me)
he knocks on the kims' door, and it opens to reveal a disheveled junsu. a small shadow passes over the face, but yoochun pretends to not see.
"i have tickets for that entertainment park that you wanted to go to." yoochun grins and flashes them in front of junsu.
"'kay. let me get ready." junsu beckons for him to follow.
junsu's room never failed to amuse him. draped in flashy colours, the walls and the covers are a complete clash of each other. the mess is another headache-inducing issue yoochun has always lectured the boy with. this time around, the clothes are all within the laundry bag, but the cds are littered on the floor, and the books all seemed to have toppled off their knee-high stack.
yoochun bends and starts to pick them up- but a hand pulls at his waist and he's wrenched upright and he doesn't push away when lips devour him.
he returns with fervor, a degree of intensity that scares him, his hands clutching at that smooth fabric, lips and spit and hands and skin and-
"god-" he moans.
he presses impossibly closer, needing more of that heady warmth that only junsu provides, lets the boy grope his nonexistent ass, and he just hollows out his cheeks and sucks at those lips. he drapes his arm around junsu's shoulder and let himself be steered backwards to where he knows the bed is at, he even hoists himself up and wraps his legs around that small waist and just frots against the strong build.
"junsuyah-" he moans again.
there is an intense light in junsu's eyes as the boy drops him on the ruffled bed. it makes him puff out in amazement as he drinks in the wonderful flash of fire in the brown orbs.
there are hands tugging at his pants and his eyes widen in comprehension.
"wait-"
"please."
yoochun sighs, knowing that he'll always lose when it comes to giving junsu what he wants. he nods and pulls the boy in for another kiss, feeling more than turned on at the little gasps and sounds and moans that junsu emits. his hands wander across skin, opening up buttons and flinging pieces of clothes away. he pulls away to gasp at air and glances to see them both adequately undressed, expanse of skin showing, and lets junsu trail kisses across his profile- little sucks across the bony prominences, and bucks a little when lips and breath lingers a little too close and long just below his navel.
their movements are jerky, clumsy, but it's not their first times anymore.
"wait-"
"lube- drawer-" junsu breathes.
he bucks roughly when tongue laps around his navel, hands closing around him, and then teeth scrapes across skin going upwards, settling around his nipples. he's making sounds, incomprehensible words broken into syllables and just plain nothing even he gropes around for the said drawer, and curses slow as junsu leaves his nipples be and ascends to reclaim his lips.
it's amazing how he can still find the lube while being mindlessly kissed by junsu.
he uncaps the bottle and let clear gel oozes off his fingers, cold and refreshing, a complete contrast to how he's feeling right then and there, very hot and needy. he jerks uncontrollably as junsu rubs against him, above him, and spews another expletive as hands guide his fingers to push into that small pucker.
"fuckfuckfuckfuck-" junsu chants.
yoochun dies a happy death in his head when he sees how euphoric the boy hovering above him is. he inserts another finger in, scissoring his way in, revels in the loud thudding in his chest and the heightened pleasure across junsu's expression. junsu swoops down and teases his nipples and his fingers spasms within junsu and he's thinking 'fuck why do we never have sex more often'-
maybe he's accidentally said that out loud because junsu grins like a cheshire cat, ready to pounce on a willing victim.
he whines when junsu pushes him out and arches higher out of reach, but he slips into oblivion when hands pump around him into blustering life and the boy slowly lowers himself down and lets him in and-
"fuck-" yoochun moans.
"move." junsu grits his teeth. "fucking move, asshole."
yoochun complies, of course.
he grinds and rotates and bucks and pulls and gyrates and bounces and thrusts. he can see every flashing light across junsu's eyes, can feel every shuddering jerk- he grips at the waist slightly, careful to not hurt this precious human being that he loves so fucking much and bends upwards to capture the luscious mouth, and catches first-hand the pure pleasure that makes junsu shudder like a fallen leaf as he grazes against something.
"more-"
"i'm gonna make you see stars-" yoochun grunts.
they both shoot for heavenly paradise together, lost in ecstasy with only each other, and for now, that is enough.
Even if my dreams, my rough breaths want you, I really need you
Please save me from my empty life - now I pray to the gods
junsu wills himself to calm down as people rushes around him.
they have walked the red carpet together; park yoochun at the lead as the main force behind the charity concert, and the singers that are uniting to make it happen. junsu is somewhere near the front, as one of the singers who'd been in the industry longer, followed by the newbies, one of them being the ever effervescent joo-hyun.
junsu recoils when he remembers the scathing look full of daggers that the girl gives him as they walk into the hall together. there is ill-concealed animosity, but for the love of god, he doesn't know what he has done to anger the girl, to deserve it. he tries to banish the niggling thought that maybe, just maybe, the girl has somehow found out about his old acquaintance with yoochun, although that shouldn't mean anything to her anyway.
he's no longer a threat, he reasons.
after all, he's done his best to avoid said man after that meeting in the cafe. he goes home and raids his home for any leftover trinkets that he may have stupidly kept after all these years and thrashed them. he rips all the pictures apart, the ones that he secretly kisses in desperate need whenever the feelings are too overwhelming. he doesn't accept the man's multiple and persistent calls, doesn't want to know how the man may have gotten his number in the first place.
he has let go, he needs to let go.
he can feel the beginnings of a leaky lacrimal glands, and excuses himself to his changing room. he doesn't lock the door because changmin is going to be furious if he does that again. another forty-five minutes towards his stage, for the duet; he has time, he deduces. for what, he doesn't know.
he stares at the full-length mirror in the personal toilet attached to his room, full of wonder as drops of tears start to rain down his cheeks for no reason at all.
no, it's not because of yoochun.
no, it's not because he is lonely.
no, it's not because he wants yoochun.
no, it's not because he misses yoochun so bad he is reduced to crying silently into his pillows.
no, it's because he is dissecting, yet again, his decision behind stardom, and whether it is truly worth it.
the door clicks open and he doesn't turn-
"no, changminnie, this is not what you think it is-" he mumbles slow, a little glad that he's not alone anymore within his thoughts- "i'll just redo my makeup, wait a sec-"
but those hands on his waist is not changmin's, and those lips are not changmin's, and those eyes are definitely yoochun's.
junsu's ashamed to let out a muffled sob against the warm lips. he has enough sense to push the man away though, but the effort is minimal and he sobs harder and louder as a pair of strong arms envelop him in an embrace he has long since missed.
Even if my dreams, my rough breaths want you, I really need you
Please save me from my empty life - now I pray to the gods
dear yoochun,
it took me quite some time to wonder whether i'm doing the right thing, but i can't afford to play around with you anymore. things have changed, haven't they? this decision is hard one to make, but i need to be honest with you. mom is right, people do grow up and change. and this has happened, to me.
that's why i'm going away. i'm going to be a singer. i don't want to be foolish anymore. i don't want to pretend that i still love you, when really, those are just hormones raging. it was a bad decision from the start, to try changing our best friend status into something more. maybe it was just habits, us being together all the time, never separated. maybe we think that was love. maybe we were never meant to be.
and maybe when i leave, you can have your own opportunity of growing up too. you can be a person capable of big things in your life once you strive for it, i know that. and i think i've been a bit of an obstacle for some time now. so go on, apply for that music school in japan. i know it's your dream. and no, i won't be mad if you forget me once you've started learning how to make good music. maybe one day i'll get to sing one of your awesome compositions.
be happy, yoochun, in anything that you do from here henceforth. remember that you are a special person in my life, but i won't stop you from finding another special person in your life. let's keep the good memories between us, and let the bad ones fade away. i'll always remember you.
love,
junsuyah
ps: i'm sorry.
--tbc
ps: ooooh what is this monstrosity that i managed to whip out tonight? :p it's freakin 2.5k! DDDD: and i swear to god that the smut right there was not supposed to happen T______T but have fun with it anyway, you guys please do, while i go and mug up everything relevant to my clinicals exam this thursday. i'll have the interlude up then i guess, because i need to de-stress anyway lol. and the last part will probably come by the weekend.
pps: crits/concrits/grammatical corrections ftw! as much as i try to be a grammar nazi myself, i still suck when trying to spot mistakes. sobs.
ppps: saving rooftop prince for the weekend after exams. GOD I CAN'T WAIT. EVERYONE ON MY T-LINE HAS SEEN IT. GAH. they are all spazzing ;__;
pppps: SHINHWA OPPARS ARE BAAAAAAACK rofl excuse me, i'll go back to my shell now. too much spazzing. i got jailed once already for spamming to oppars.
yoosu
angst, smut
nc-17
for once, junsu wants to paint a picture full of colours.
Like I wanted, you came to me, like the morning of the world
I fill up my heart with you and like paint, it spreads and fills me up
"you're late."
yoochun winces. even across the line, the pout and the frustration and the hurt are apparent.
"you did this last week too."
"sorry junsuyah, i really did forget. i was at school-"
"save your breath, park. no need to apologize. no need to come, either. go have fun alone, doing whatever it is that you wanted to do-"
and junsu hangs up on him.
yoochun curses low. he really did forget, he admits that. it's just that junsu has been distant lately, and yoochun is hoping that a new song will cheer the boy up-
"definitely wrong, then." yoochun exhales.
even if he tries to not care, he is certain that something is going on within junsu's life, and the boy has not said a word about what it is. yoochun knows that he is not the most optimistic person ever when it comes to approaching problems, but at least he can offer some comfort and maybe a hug, or even a kiss-
he blushes when he remembers one certain night that changed their friendship.
"stop thinking, park." he admonishes himself. "don't be a douche-bag right now. go see him-" he mutters, a pep-talk for himself, "and say sorry, and really drill the problem out. can you do that, park? are you man enough for that?" he jabs his own chest for effect.
he waits for the night to pass, glad that the weekends are there, and determined to spend it with junsu.
I wonder if I will feel better if I see you
So I take you out from deep inside my drawer
as junsu passes through the glass door, he bumps into joo-hyun. his face reacts automatically into a smile, but he falters when the young woman has a steely glower on hers, one that is directed maliciously to him when their eyes collide. he coughs low and lets her go her own way, but he can feel a burning glance on his back.
shrugging, he perches himself on the counter and orders his usual drink. he turns around to search for a seat, and sees park yoochun waving to him, gesturing something, as if the man wants him to join at his table.
junsu freezes. he wills his fingers to not fail him, to not let go of the tall glass of syrupy sweet drinks in his grasp- and yes, the man is persistent. the waving never stops.
"don't think about anything." junsu mutters as he approaches the table of one. "don't remember, don't hope, don't bring up anything, hold yourself, kim-"
"glad you can join me." yoochun glances at him full of pleasure mixed with something else ('what is it?' junsu wonders silently in his head) and waves a hand commandingly. "have a seat, junsu-ssi."
junsu sits, reluctant, but did so anyway. he takes small sips, eyes darting here and there, transfixed at yoochun's hand as the man sketches rough lines and shapes on the serviette.
"what's that?" junsu couldn't help himself. he points to the drawing when yoochun cocks his head in confusion.
"my idea of an ideal partner." yoochun laughs. he notices the colour draining from junsu's face- "have it. i can draw another one." he places the piece in front of him.
junsu reaches for it anyway despite his brain telling him not to, and peers closer. he squints, "a girl doing dishes in the kitchen? how domestic. not very joo-hyun-ssi." something inside him breaks when yoochun laughs again. if he is to be completely honest with himself, he does misses that laugh. terribly so, too.
"i know right?" yoochun stares into those cloudy eyes. "most people think i go for the sexy, charismatic types. they never expected me to want this kind of girl."
"i know-" junsu's face contorts in unconcealed horror as his mouth betrays him.
the corners of yoochun's eyes twitch, and he smirks inward. an opening, finally.
"you do, don't you, junsuyah?" he loves how the red creeps up on the man's features. "because i told you once. many years ago."
junsu nods, eyes wild and wide, as if bewitched.
"why?" yoochun utters the one word he has been waiting to say after all these years. "why, junsuyah?" he reaches and grips that small hand in his when the man stills and mouths silent pleading requests to- "what, junsuyah? tell me, why?"
"no." junsu whispers. "don't."
yoochun easily sinks his nails into the pale skin, drawing red and crescent-shaped marks. "you will tell me why, kim junsu, because i deserve it. you left me dry and hanging, and i'm not going to buy that crappy lousy shit of a letter you'd left for me that time. i waited years to have a chance of seeing you again. so you will tell me-"
junsu wrenches his hand away roughly, and winces as he inspects the long lines of red forming along the skin. he takes one long sip, lips trembling, and stands up.
"screw you. i've told you why. why won't you believe me?" junsu shakes. "i've told you the truth eight years ago, yoochunah, no matter how much you hate them."
as he watches the man walk fast out of the cafe, yoochun knows that those words are yet another lie uttered by junsu- because everytime he does that, his fingers will drum nervously across any surfaces, and he can clearly see how the fingers betray its owner, to tap across denim-clad thigh.
"truth, my ass." yoochun sips his black coffee and draws the rough outlines of someone that he misses dearly so on a new serviette.
I'm really scared that I will only remember you forever
(You know me yeah you know me)
he knocks on the kims' door, and it opens to reveal a disheveled junsu. a small shadow passes over the face, but yoochun pretends to not see.
"i have tickets for that entertainment park that you wanted to go to." yoochun grins and flashes them in front of junsu.
"'kay. let me get ready." junsu beckons for him to follow.
junsu's room never failed to amuse him. draped in flashy colours, the walls and the covers are a complete clash of each other. the mess is another headache-inducing issue yoochun has always lectured the boy with. this time around, the clothes are all within the laundry bag, but the cds are littered on the floor, and the books all seemed to have toppled off their knee-high stack.
yoochun bends and starts to pick them up- but a hand pulls at his waist and he's wrenched upright and he doesn't push away when lips devour him.
he returns with fervor, a degree of intensity that scares him, his hands clutching at that smooth fabric, lips and spit and hands and skin and-
"god-" he moans.
he presses impossibly closer, needing more of that heady warmth that only junsu provides, lets the boy grope his nonexistent ass, and he just hollows out his cheeks and sucks at those lips. he drapes his arm around junsu's shoulder and let himself be steered backwards to where he knows the bed is at, he even hoists himself up and wraps his legs around that small waist and just frots against the strong build.
"junsuyah-" he moans again.
there is an intense light in junsu's eyes as the boy drops him on the ruffled bed. it makes him puff out in amazement as he drinks in the wonderful flash of fire in the brown orbs.
there are hands tugging at his pants and his eyes widen in comprehension.
"wait-"
"please."
yoochun sighs, knowing that he'll always lose when it comes to giving junsu what he wants. he nods and pulls the boy in for another kiss, feeling more than turned on at the little gasps and sounds and moans that junsu emits. his hands wander across skin, opening up buttons and flinging pieces of clothes away. he pulls away to gasp at air and glances to see them both adequately undressed, expanse of skin showing, and lets junsu trail kisses across his profile- little sucks across the bony prominences, and bucks a little when lips and breath lingers a little too close and long just below his navel.
their movements are jerky, clumsy, but it's not their first times anymore.
"wait-"
"lube- drawer-" junsu breathes.
he bucks roughly when tongue laps around his navel, hands closing around him, and then teeth scrapes across skin going upwards, settling around his nipples. he's making sounds, incomprehensible words broken into syllables and just plain nothing even he gropes around for the said drawer, and curses slow as junsu leaves his nipples be and ascends to reclaim his lips.
it's amazing how he can still find the lube while being mindlessly kissed by junsu.
he uncaps the bottle and let clear gel oozes off his fingers, cold and refreshing, a complete contrast to how he's feeling right then and there, very hot and needy. he jerks uncontrollably as junsu rubs against him, above him, and spews another expletive as hands guide his fingers to push into that small pucker.
"fuckfuckfuckfuck-" junsu chants.
yoochun dies a happy death in his head when he sees how euphoric the boy hovering above him is. he inserts another finger in, scissoring his way in, revels in the loud thudding in his chest and the heightened pleasure across junsu's expression. junsu swoops down and teases his nipples and his fingers spasms within junsu and he's thinking 'fuck why do we never have sex more often'-
maybe he's accidentally said that out loud because junsu grins like a cheshire cat, ready to pounce on a willing victim.
he whines when junsu pushes him out and arches higher out of reach, but he slips into oblivion when hands pump around him into blustering life and the boy slowly lowers himself down and lets him in and-
"fuck-" yoochun moans.
"move." junsu grits his teeth. "fucking move, asshole."
yoochun complies, of course.
he grinds and rotates and bucks and pulls and gyrates and bounces and thrusts. he can see every flashing light across junsu's eyes, can feel every shuddering jerk- he grips at the waist slightly, careful to not hurt this precious human being that he loves so fucking much and bends upwards to capture the luscious mouth, and catches first-hand the pure pleasure that makes junsu shudder like a fallen leaf as he grazes against something.
"more-"
"i'm gonna make you see stars-" yoochun grunts.
they both shoot for heavenly paradise together, lost in ecstasy with only each other, and for now, that is enough.
Even if my dreams, my rough breaths want you, I really need you
Please save me from my empty life - now I pray to the gods
junsu wills himself to calm down as people rushes around him.
they have walked the red carpet together; park yoochun at the lead as the main force behind the charity concert, and the singers that are uniting to make it happen. junsu is somewhere near the front, as one of the singers who'd been in the industry longer, followed by the newbies, one of them being the ever effervescent joo-hyun.
junsu recoils when he remembers the scathing look full of daggers that the girl gives him as they walk into the hall together. there is ill-concealed animosity, but for the love of god, he doesn't know what he has done to anger the girl, to deserve it. he tries to banish the niggling thought that maybe, just maybe, the girl has somehow found out about his old acquaintance with yoochun, although that shouldn't mean anything to her anyway.
he's no longer a threat, he reasons.
after all, he's done his best to avoid said man after that meeting in the cafe. he goes home and raids his home for any leftover trinkets that he may have stupidly kept after all these years and thrashed them. he rips all the pictures apart, the ones that he secretly kisses in desperate need whenever the feelings are too overwhelming. he doesn't accept the man's multiple and persistent calls, doesn't want to know how the man may have gotten his number in the first place.
he has let go, he needs to let go.
he can feel the beginnings of a leaky lacrimal glands, and excuses himself to his changing room. he doesn't lock the door because changmin is going to be furious if he does that again. another forty-five minutes towards his stage, for the duet; he has time, he deduces. for what, he doesn't know.
he stares at the full-length mirror in the personal toilet attached to his room, full of wonder as drops of tears start to rain down his cheeks for no reason at all.
no, it's not because of yoochun.
no, it's not because he is lonely.
no, it's not because he wants yoochun.
no, it's not because he misses yoochun so bad he is reduced to crying silently into his pillows.
no, it's because he is dissecting, yet again, his decision behind stardom, and whether it is truly worth it.
the door clicks open and he doesn't turn-
"no, changminnie, this is not what you think it is-" he mumbles slow, a little glad that he's not alone anymore within his thoughts- "i'll just redo my makeup, wait a sec-"
but those hands on his waist is not changmin's, and those lips are not changmin's, and those eyes are definitely yoochun's.
junsu's ashamed to let out a muffled sob against the warm lips. he has enough sense to push the man away though, but the effort is minimal and he sobs harder and louder as a pair of strong arms envelop him in an embrace he has long since missed.
Even if my dreams, my rough breaths want you, I really need you
Please save me from my empty life - now I pray to the gods
dear yoochun,
it took me quite some time to wonder whether i'm doing the right thing, but i can't afford to play around with you anymore. things have changed, haven't they? this decision is hard one to make, but i need to be honest with you. mom is right, people do grow up and change. and this has happened, to me.
that's why i'm going away. i'm going to be a singer. i don't want to be foolish anymore. i don't want to pretend that i still love you, when really, those are just hormones raging. it was a bad decision from the start, to try changing our best friend status into something more. maybe it was just habits, us being together all the time, never separated. maybe we think that was love. maybe we were never meant to be.
and maybe when i leave, you can have your own opportunity of growing up too. you can be a person capable of big things in your life once you strive for it, i know that. and i think i've been a bit of an obstacle for some time now. so go on, apply for that music school in japan. i know it's your dream. and no, i won't be mad if you forget me once you've started learning how to make good music. maybe one day i'll get to sing one of your awesome compositions.
be happy, yoochun, in anything that you do from here henceforth. remember that you are a special person in my life, but i won't stop you from finding another special person in your life. let's keep the good memories between us, and let the bad ones fade away. i'll always remember you.
love,
junsuyah
ps: i'm sorry.
--tbc
ps: ooooh what is this monstrosity that i managed to whip out tonight? :p it's freakin 2.5k! DDDD: and i swear to god that the smut right there was not supposed to happen T______T but have fun with it anyway, you guys please do, while i go and mug up everything relevant to my clinicals exam this thursday. i'll have the interlude up then i guess, because i need to de-stress anyway lol. and the last part will probably come by the weekend.
pps: crits/concrits/grammatical corrections ftw! as much as i try to be a grammar nazi myself, i still suck when trying to spot mistakes. sobs.
ppps: saving rooftop prince for the weekend after exams. GOD I CAN'T WAIT. EVERYONE ON MY T-LINE HAS SEEN IT. GAH. they are all spazzing ;__;
pppps: SHINHWA OPPARS ARE BAAAAAAACK rofl excuse me, i'll go back to my shell now. too much spazzing. i got jailed once already for spamming to oppars.