Timeless Love.2

[pandragonriyong]

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Their schedule had been canceled as the recording management had other important non-TVXQ issues to discuss, so that leaves Yunho and Changmin free for the rest of the day. Yunho had been beside himself with glee and wastes no time cuddling into Jaejoong on the couch, the couple saying romantic sentences so cheesy that even die-hard romantics would gag.

Changmin had taken hostage of Bambi and seeks comfort in her. Making sure that the couple can’t hear him, he cries into Bambi, the plushie now tattered and dirty but Changmin doesn’t care. He remembers when Yunho used to call him the father of Bambi because she takes after her daddy, Changminnie! and now that he isn’t Yunho’s lover anymore, it hurts. He can’t hear it anymore.

“I’m so sorry, Bambi,” he sobs, hugging her tight. “I’m sorry I went back in time and screwed everything up. I’m sorry I didn’t take good enough care of your father. I just …” he swallows and wipes away his tears in her faux fur. “I was just being selfish. I’m so stupid.”

He pulls away and stares forlornly into Bambi’s eyes, the plushie looking back sadly at him as if saying no, you aren’t, daddy, don’t blame yourself. “Don’t look at me like that,” Changmin scolds. “I went back in time to make him independent and look where that got me. Yunho-less and empty.” He sighs and plays with her ear. “I miss your father.”

“Her father’s here,” a voice says quietly behind him, causing Changmin to gasp and bolt up from his lying position. Yunho’s looking sadly at him and Changmin feels embarrassed for being caught crying.

“Wh-what are you doing here?” Changmin turns around, hastily wiping away his tears. He’s never cried so hard since they had gotten that award back in 2008, the infamous awards ceremony which every Cassie had dubbed In Where Changmin Cried and which every Cassie and non-Cassie had dubbed The Notorious YunJae Hug. Oh, how Changmin hates the stupid YunJae hug. He remembers whining about that two years later and Yunho laughing and hugging him, saying that that hug was way better than that stupid YunJae hug, completing the hug with a kiss and passionate love-making.

“I came in here to check on you.”

“Yeah?” Changmin tries to act snarky. He doesn’t want Yunho in this time of vulnerability. If Yunho can’t comfort him with a hug and a kiss, he’s not needed. “How about your boyfriend?”

Yunho sighs and ventures closer towards Changmin, turning him around and catching sight of his red-rimmed eyes. He cups Changmin’s face gently and kisses one of the tears away before hugging him. “Jaejoong’s in the living room. In fact, he’s the one who told me to check on you.” His face softens and he strokes Changmin’s hair. “What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?” Changmin had intended to shout, but being held in Yunho’s arms had made him become so weak like jelly that he can’t do anything but whisper. Damn. “I screwed up. I went back in time because I was so sick of your inability to take care of yourself so I tried to make you dependent.” He scoffs at himself, “Looks like I not only pushed you away, but I also destroyed any relationship we have.”

“Destroy- no, Changmin, you didn’t,” Yunho coos, stroking Changmin’s hair. “We’re still friends, aren’t we?”

“… Not good enough,” Changmin buries his face into Yunho’s shoulder. “That’s not what I want. We had so much more. We were perfect together, hyung. We loved each other. Like the sea loves the moon, like butterflies love flowers, like you loved me. Now it’s gone and …” Changmin dissolves into tears and Yunho hugs him tighter.

“Changmin, I really don’t know what you’re talking about, but we never loved each other,” Yunho sighs. “Okay, so I developed a sort of puppy crush on you, but that was the old you. That was back in 2007 and -” he pauses. “Wait, did you just say you went back in time?”

Changmin nods gloomily and pushes Yunho away gently so that he can show him the vial. Now that its contents are emptied, it looks rather innocent sitting on the bedside table. Normally, Changmin would’ve been excited to show his hyung proof that he isn’t mad, but what’s the point? If anything, the bottle would’ve proved that it had snatched away Changmin’s last chance of happiness.

Yunho takes the vial with interest, reading the label with what started with squinted eyes before widening with disbelief. He glances back at Changmin and tries to form words but nothing seems to escape.

“I fucked up so badly,” Changmin says, more tears escaping. What’s the point of hiding his pain now? “You were so clingy that I wanted you to become independent. Just my luck to meet this old lady who gave me this after I went drinking. So I went back in time, pushed you away and now … and now …” He looks up at Yunho but tears are blurring his vision and Changmin just wants Yunho to love him again. “Now you’re with Jaejoong. You were supposed to stay with me. This time right now, it should’ve been us snuggling on the couch after we cry and make up because of fighting. It should’ve been me pressing kisses onto your temple because it’s my favorite spot to kiss. It should’ve been me who’s planning our wedding because -”

Yunho drops the vial onto the, thankfully, carpeted floor. Changmin wishes bitterly that it would shatter. Shock is evident on Yunho’s features and he takes a shaky step forward. “P … planning our wedding?” he breathes out. “Changmin, what …?”

Changmin wants to cry some more because he remembers the engagement ring he bought, the one that’s plain but with two diamonds - one red and one blue - because it matches them perfectly and now he can’t give it to Yunho. “… I was going to ask for your hand in marriage, hyung,” Changmin sobs, finally dropping to his knees because he can’t handle all this pain and burden and it’s all the more worse because he’s the one at cause, he’s the one who had indirectly torn them apart, “in around two months’ time. Because I love you and I want to spend the rest of my time with you. But now that you have Jaejoong it’s impossible.”

Tears fill Yunho’s eyes as well. Changmin must have been telling the truth about how much he loves him if he spent so much on an engagement ring and had it fucking customized. How much pain has his little maknae bore ever since he had woken up? It’s barely been five hours but already his world is crashing down onto him just because he wants the leader to become more independent.

“Oh, Minnie …” Yunho bites his lower lip and kneels as well, shuffling closer and giving Changmin another hug. “I love you. I still do. But I’m with Jaejoong now, and I love him like I love you. Probably more.”

Changmin lets out a wail into Yunho’s shoulder. It’s just so unfair. Why did he even go back in the first place? Why didn’t he just stay and continue loving Yunho? It’s going to be the same anyway. He screams at Yunho for forever being a child at heart, they fight, Changmin gets drunk, they apologize, they kiss, they make up, life goes on. It’s the exact same routine, except this time Changmin ran away by going back in time.

“It’s unfair …” he sobs, wetting Yunho’s expensive branded shirt. “It’s so unfair …”

Yunho holds in his own sob. “I know, Changmin. It is. Life always is.”

*

“So. How’s the little scamp?”

Yunho can only manage a tired smile as he closes the door behind him. Changmin had fallen asleep into his arms and Yunho had followed suit, waking up an hour later with two armfuls of a constantly jerking Changmin, probably from nightmares, and his neck straining. Yunho avoids answering the question. How is he supposed to responds? ‘As fine as anyone is who lost the love of their life by time-traveling’? He’s not sure that’s the best way to answer. “Sorry I took so long.”

Jaejoong sighs and he takes out a bag from behind him. “You don’t have to apologize. I sorta heard you two in there.”

Yunho’s eyes bug out. “Wait. You … heard …?”

Jaejoong nods once. “So, while you fell asleep, I snagged the keys to Changmin’s place and looked through his home. Apparently even though he time-traveled, the pictures he had taken of you two remains.” He rummages through the bag and takes out a stack of photos bundled up with string and two photo albums, passing them all to Yunho.

Yunho’s jaw drops in awe and shock. “But … this is supposed to be another timeline. How is the evidence still here? How can this be?”

Jaejoong shrugs. “I’m not sure. Whatever the case, you should probably check them out.”

Yunho gives his boyfriend a weak smile and drops a kiss on his cheek, settling on the sofa and untying the string. Jaejoong smiles and goes to the kitchen, looking through the cupboards to try and fix Changmin something to eat or drink should he wake up.

Yunho spends approximately forty-five minutes looking through the photos and a lot of time to let the photos sink in. According to the descriptions Changmin had written in the photo albums under the respective photographs, the photos were taken when they were together, which was back in 2008? Yunho swallows uneasily as guilt fills him. They’ve been together for four years turning five, exactly the same length as his and Jaejoong’s relationship. For Changmin to throw all that away in a day is just …

Yunho shakes his head and gets up from the couch. He goes over to the guest room and his heart breaks when he sees Changmin curled up in a fetal position, the universal sleeping position of when someone has been hurt by somebody else or when they’re cold. Yunho is sure as hell that Changmin isn’t cold because the room’s mildly hot and Changmin’s still in his hoodie and jeans so he’s hurt. He’s been hurt by Yunho.

That doesn’t bode well for Yunho.

Yunho swallows and sits on the pillow Changmin’s head is lying on. He smiles a small smile and runs a hand through his hair gently and slowly, absentmindedly repeating it as thoughts run awry in his head. So Changmin and he are supposed to be together, but because of Changmin getting tired of his dependency, a little push changed everything. Yunho sighs. In a way it’s his fault as well, for being so damn incompetent that Changmin had to turn back time.

Sudden tears forming in his eyes, Yunho gets off the bed to kneel on the floor, brushing the hair out of Changmin’s closed eyes. He presses his lips against Changmin’s temple, the sudden action and warmth causing Changmin to squirm and wake up. Yunho pulls away, only to press another kiss onto Changmin’s forehead. He can practically feel the shock coming from Changmin, but he couldn’t blame him. Being forced to accept the fact that you had unconsciously broken apart your own relationship and then receiving a kiss from your apparently ex-lover is all too much to take in.

Yunho pulls away and smiles gently at Changmin. “How do you feel?”

Changmin shrugs and sits up, eyes still red from all the crying. “Depends. Am I allowed to get my hopes up?”

Yunho sighs and shakes his head regretfully.

Changmin’s shoulders droop slightly. “Then I’ve been better. But I guess that was already pretty obvious.”
“Jaejoong went through your things while you were sleeping,” Yunho says quietly. “He showed me the photo albums of the pictures of us.” He takes Changmin’s hand and rubs it comfortingly. “I’m so sorry, Changmin, if I had known, I’d -”

“What?” Changmin snaps, the anger suddenly boiling up in him. “What could you have possibly fucking done? Go back in time with me? Then do what? Make yourself independent? It’ll be the same fucking results. I wouldn’t have to take care of you if you weren’t dependent, and our relationship would’ve still been leader to dongsaeng. Nothing you do is going to change the present now. And also, the lady’s gone. She’s long gone, Yunho, what makes you even think that you can suddenly bump into her and randomly help her to get the same vial? ’Cause it doesn’t work that way, Yunho. Believe me. I learned that the hard way.”

Yunho clamps his mouth shut. He can manage an angry Changmin, he’s been controlling him and keeping his anger in check all those years. It’s the Changmin who was wallowing in self-deprecation and sadness he can’t handle. Yunho wants to cry and hug Changmin because he still loves Changmin but he loves Jaejoong too and he doesn’t know what to do, he’s so fucking confused -

“I’m sorry,” Changmin says suddenly, softly. “I wasn’t thinking, hyung, you didn’t deserve any of that. I was just …” He sighs. “I need some time to think.”

Yunho tries to smile. “Okay. But if you need any help, I’ll just be -”

“Alone, please,” Changmin says with a slightly raised voice. “If you don’t mind.”

Yunho’s smile vanishes completely, replaced with a look of helplessness and guilt and he’s just so lost. He leaves the room without a backward glance and catches sight of Jaejoong nodding off on the armchair. “Oh, Joongie,” he breathes out, going to the older man and touching his arm, the action jolting Jaejoong awake. “I forgot about you. You can go home if you want.”

Jaejoong shakes his head. “I’m here for you, Yunho. Since I sort of ‘stole’ you from Changmin, the least I could do is stay with you and Changmin until the whole ordeal is over.”

Yunho smiles at the sincerity of Jaejoong’s words and at his sweetness. Jaejoong is so perfect and, according to the photograph version of him looking so content and happy in Changmin’s arms, so is Changmin. Can’t he have both? His eyes grow wide and he inaudibly gasps, shocked that the thought ran through his mind. What is he thinking? He already has Jaejoong. Jaejoong’s more than enough. Jaejoong’s perfect. As if trying to banish that thought from his head, he straddles his lover and grabs his collar, kissing him with a ferocity unlike any other.

Jaejoong, completely unaware, was caught off-guard. He stares at Yunho’s screwed-shut eyes, his lips trembling against Jaejoong’s and Jaejoong wonders if anything’s wrong. “Mmph- Yunho,” he mumbles in between kisses, trying to push Yunho away. Yunho manages to stay steady and adds more pressure to the kiss to the point where it actually hurts.

“Yunho!” With an almighty shove, Jaejoong pushes Yunho away, hands gripping Yunho’s biceps as he tries to catch his breath. Yunho looks stunned, like a deer caught in headlights. “Yunho,” Jaejoong pants, caressing his cheek. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

Yunho bursts into sobs at Jaejoong’s kind tone and he buries his head into Jaejoong’s shoulder. “He loves me so much, Jae,” he sniffs. “I hate myself that I can’t do anything to fix what we once had. I hate myself even more because … because …”

“Because what, sweetie?” Jaejoong prompts softly, one hand running up and down Yunho’s back comfortingly while the other clutches at Yunho’s soft hair.

“Because I want you both,” Yunho whispers, Jaejoong freezing at the admission. “And it’s unfair to you because you and I have been together for four years but it’s unfair to Changmin because we’ve been together the same time but - I don’t know anymore, Jae. I’m so lost. Help me.”

Jaejoong takes in a deep breath. “Just … sleep,” he whispers, kissing Yunho’s hair. “I know that’s not of much help, but you’ve been through a lot lately. A good rest is what you need. It’ll help to clear your mind and you’ll be able to function and think more properly.”

Yunho closes his eyes and holds Jaejoong. “Okay,” he agrees. “Okay.”

Jaejoong smiles and kisses Yunho’s hair again, gently maneuvering his lover so that he can carry him bridal-style to the guest room. He manages to turn the knob and he swings the door open, surprising Changmin.

Changmin stands up when he sees Jaejoong carrying Yunho. “Hyung? What’s wrong? Why are you -”

“Yunho’s been through a lot lately,” Jaejoong sighs. “I know you have been too,” he says quickly when Changmin opens his mouth to protest, “but he needs his rest. You, on the other hand, have already slept so that’s why you’re able to think properly.”

“Uh, okay then,” Changmin says as he watches Jaejoong carry Yunho to the bed. “But why here?”

Yunho’s already halfway to a dreamless dreamland when Jaejoong lays him down. Jaejoong smoothens his hair back and kisses Yunho’s forehead, trying to ignore how Changmin had looked away from the affectionate gesture. He straightens up and smiles at Changmin. “Because I want you to take care of him.”

Changmin blinks at Jaejoong. “… What?”

“Take care of Yunho,” Jaejoong repeats. “Be the protector of his dreams. Shield him from any nighttime scares. I’m entrusting Yunho to you, Shim Changmin. Don’t let me down.” A smile graces on Jaejoong’s lips. “Tell him what you want to know and hear what he wants to say. If you have anything to tell me, anything at all that might change our lives, I’ll be in Yunho’s room.” And with that, he slips from the room.

For a long moment, Changmin stays still, mulling over Jaejoong’s words. The last sentence is still echoing in his mind. What does it mean? ‘Anything that might change their lives’? What and how is that supposed to help him in any way? Why would - oh, Changmin thinks as it dawns on him. His gaze shoots back at the door, eyes wide as he stares.

Did … did Jaejoong give him permission to win Yunho back?

*

Yunho wakes up with a headache and a heavy heart. He stays in bed though, thinking over the situation and Jaejoong’s words he had managed to catch in his half-slumber. He opens his eyes fully and is greeted with the sight of Changmin, dressed in Yunho’s old clothes and snuggled against his side. Yunho sits up slightly and looks down at his own self, slightly surprised to see that he’s in his sleeping shirt and sweatpants. He smiles at Changmin and sits up a little straighter. Though he had a lot to deal with, he still thoughtfully dressed Yunho appropriately. How sweet.

Changmin wakes up from the slight movement and turns sleepy eyes at Yunho. “Hey, hyung,” he mumbles, voice laced heavily with sleep.

“Morning,” Yunho whispers. “Practice’s in four hours. We should get ready.” Changmin groans into the pillow and Yunho laughs. “Come on, sleepyhead. Let’s go.”

Changmin turns over to his side and looks at Yunho through his half-opened eyes. “Kiss me first.”

Yunho stills and his heart beats faster. “Wh-what?”

“Give me a good morning kiss,” Changmin says in the same hoarse voice, closing his eyes to try and ward off sleep.

Yunho swallows and leans over, aiming his kiss to Changmin’s cheek. However, Changmin, as his eyes are closed, shifts a little to make his position more comfortable, resulting in Yunho’s lips brushing against his. Yunho squeaks and sits up straight like a fire hydrant, unmoving and bright red. Changmin opens his eyes widely in surprise before he smiles, unshed tears shimmering in his eyes.

“Thank you,” he says softly. “You have no idea how much I missed that.”

Yunho bites his lower lip and he opens his mouth to respond, only to be cut off when Jaejoong opens the door with a smile. “Oh, you guys are up. I made you breakfast. I was supposed to go off yesterday, but you two had a really rough day, so I thought ‘why not baby you guys a bit’?”

Yunho smiles guiltily. “Thanks, Jae. Look, you didn’t have to stay, we -”

“Yunho, it’s fine,” Jaejoong’s eyes are shining and his smile is kind of forced and it dawns horribly on Yunho that Jaejoong had seen the sort-of kiss. “You guys look terrible. Why don’t you go take a walk and then come back after half an hour or so? You know, to relax yourselves.”

“Yeah, okay,” Changmin mumbles, sitting up and stretching with a yawn. He drops his arms and grins sleepily at Yunho. “C’mon, hyung. It’ll be a great way to ease your nerves. Especially since you look so tired nowadays.”

Yunho casts a helpless look to Jaejoong, who only smiles and leaves the room. Traitor! his mind screams. If anything, shouldn’t Jaejoong be fighting for him? Why is he allowing Changmin some time with him? Obviously it’s because they’re the remaining members of the band, but in personal terms, shouldn’t he be protective of him ever since the huge ordeal of Changmin ‘screwing up the past’ happened?

“Let’s go,” Changmin says, putting on a sweater and a jacket over it. “Don’t wanna miss the sun rising.”

The sentence has Yunho smiling involuntarily. “It’s four in the morning, Min, I don’t think the sun’s gonna rise any minute soon.”

Changmin shrugs. “Hey, nothing’s impossible. Come on. Get up, you lazy old man.”

“Alas, but O how the weariness is settling into my bones!” Yunho proclaims dramatically, causing Changmin to roll his eyes. “Come forth, fair maiden, and free me from such unearthly bounds!”

“If you’re telling me that Yoochun is still contacting us and teaching you English, tell him that I’m personally going to kick his ass for teaching you old English,” Changmin mutters.

“The great leader of this household that he had claimed his is still waiting for assistance!” Yunho continues, prompting Changmin to help him up.

Changmin smiles. “Would mouth to mouth resuscitation suffice?” When the words had fully slipped from his lips, Changmin pales and immediately wishes them back. The words had flowed out so naturally like water and he curses himself for destroying any hint of humor that had been managed to be brought up.

The playful aura of the leader instantly vanishes, Yunho sitting up with an awkward stance. “We … we should …” he clears his throat. “We should go now …”

“Yeah,” Changmin finds himself agreeing without another thought. He follows Yunho out of the house.

*

Changmin is surprised. He had expected Yunho to be jogging and pulling him along like what they used to do (used to do, Changmin thinks bitterly). Instead, Yunho decides that a nice walk in the park is what they’ll be doing today.

Despite what had happened not more than fifteen minutes ago, Yunho had cheerfully struck up random pieces of conversation, Changmin quickly grabbing onto that shred of hope of not making things anymore awkward and not letting go. Of course, sooner or later, Changmin knows that he has to breach the subject somehow, and he thinks that pulling Yunho by the wrist into a dark corner in the park where no one would go to (for fear of being mugged or raped or something) would be the best way to bring it up.

“Hyung,” he pants, shivering from the cold air. “I can’t do this anymore.”

Changmin’s not letting go of his wrist, but Yunho doesn’t seem to mind. “What … what do you mean?”

“What else do you think I mean?” Changmin’s sounding very close to crying and Changmin’s sick of crying. He doesn’t want a tear to be shed at all today. “I know that you heard what Jaejoong hyung said last night. You know what it means, don’t you?”

Confused and surprised as to how Changmin knew, Yunho shakes his head.

Changmin sighs and lowers his voice in case someone manages to overhear. “He’s giving me permission to win you back.”

Yunho’s jaw drops. “He - what?”

Changmin sighs again. “Jaejoong, he … he knows about what we used to have, or should have. So he feels guilty over it and thinks that you belong to me.”

Yunho gapes. “And he told you all this?”

Changmin stares. “Wait. He didn’t tell you?”

“No!” Yunho is frustrated. Jaejoong is his boyfriend, dammit, and he’s Jaejoong’s. Never in his life had the thought of Jaejoong giving him willingly to another man ever crossed his mind. He’s supposed to be fighting for Yunho, not giving him away like some pimp! “This - this is ridiculous!” He rips his wrist free from Changmin’s grasp, massaging his temples. “Look, Changmin, I love you, I still do, but Jaejoong’s my boyfriend and -”

“I know,” Changmin interrupts, a sad smile on his face.

Yunho stares. “… What?” He can’t find it in himself to voice the question louder than a whisper.

“Hyu- Yunho,” Changmin takes Yunho’s hand and interlaces their fingers together. “Our relationship is in the past. Literally. I’ve screwed up and messed up my chance of being with you. I see it now. You belong with Jaejoong. There was a reason why you ended up with him.”

Yunho swallows a hard lump in his throat. “A … a reason?”

Changmin nods. “Remember that day when you hugged me but then I started to push you away?”

“How can I forget?” Yunho breathes. “It started the feeling of me now knowing who you are anymore. And you?”

“Of course I remember,” Changmin chuckles humorlessly. “It was the day I’ll never forget. The day I lost you. When I went back, I was given a second chance to observe my surroundings more carefully. I noticed that the trio’s actions were a bit … different.”

Yunho furrows his brows. “What do you mean?”

Changmin swallows as the signs become more obvious. “Yoochun hyung woke up from your squeal, but upon closer look I realized he was irritated, because you were hugging someone who wasn’t his Soulmate, someone who didn’t love you as much as he did, and he hated me for that.”

Yunho hitches in a breath. “Changmin -”

“Junsu hyung laughed from my stunned face, but it was actually awkward and forced because the one who loves you was in that kitchen, in plain sight.”

“Stop -”

“And Jaejoong hyung rolled his eyes because it’s so typically us, but he glared at me and his smile was forced because he wasn’t the one you were hugging, he wasn’t the one you loved.”

“Changmin!” Yunho screams, silencing Changmin. “Changmin, stop,” he sounds like he’s about to cry, but he swallows and steadiness is gained in his voice. “That doesn’t prove anything. Before you went back in time, you got me. And now that you had, well … Jaejoong has me now, and you have no one.”

“And that’s how it should be,” Changmin feels tears in his eyes. “I lost you fair and square, Yunho. And you are with Jaejoong now.”

Yunho swallows to keep the tears at bay, but the damn things keep threatening to come out. “Can’t I do anything about that?”

Changmin shakes his head. “No. And since it feels as if we didn’t part correctly, I’m breaking up with you.” He smiles. “You can do much better than me, as I actually had the stupidity to try and change you.”

Yunho bites his lower lip. “Changmin …”

Changmin wraps an arm around Yunho’s waist and pulls him closer, pressing his lips against his forehead. He pulls away and smiles at an equally teary Yunho. “I love you. I always have. Keep loving Jaejoong hyung for me, okay? What I feel towards him now is bitterness and resentment, but shower him with enough love so that they will cancel what I feel for him.” He moves past Yunho and walks away, the latter staring at his retreating back.

“Changmin!” Yunho calls out.

Changmin turns around.

Yunho swallows. Tear tracks are on Changmin’s face, illuminated by the streetlamps. “Am … am I allowed to get my hopes up?” he quotes Changmin’s words, because now that Changmin’s setting him free, he wants to fight. He wants to fight for him.

Changmin smiles and it looks so forced it’s straining at the corners. “Never.” He turns back around and goes up to Yunho’s home, preparing for their schedule. He reaches into his pocket and fingers the engagement ring, the blue diamond’s sparkle suddenly fading.

live your life out to the fullest
you’ve only got one shot at happiness

*

A/N: First paragraph! \o/ I wanted to have a bittersweet feeling. Did it work? Should I write a tiny sequel? :3 If so, answer these questions:
1) If you would like me to write a sequel, type in ‘yes’ because ‘omg Aly you heartless bitch you should write a sequel YOU CAN’T LEAVE ME HANGING’. If you don’t want me to write a sequel, type in ‘no’ because you think the ending is perfect as it is. It is ;_;
2) Should I write a sequel, do you want JaeHo to stay together or HoMin to finally be reunited? Or Yunho breaks up with Jaejoong and they all stay lonely? Or they all love each other and get married because I’m a huge fan of the umma-appa-son pairing? \o/

This fic didn’t make me cry because … it shouldn’t? For me, this fic doesn’t have the elements of prompting one to shed tears so there’s no way I would’ve cried (I have no idea what the elements are, but I know they’re absent in here so … \o/). So if you cried reading this, 1) I am so sorry? xD and 2) you are either really really really sensitive and / or emotional or you cry at everything. But that’s okay, I’m really really really sensitive and emotional too so T_T

Note: Kkaktugi (깍두기) is radish kimchi \o/

I feel like taking care of Yunho isn’t going to be all sweet and dandy like frolicking in a meadow of flowers or lying on a bed of roses. Yunho’s very childlike and while he knows how to get serious at times, I feel like his childish persona is going to be very tiring to take care of. Like you’re continuously wondering what the idiot is doing and hoping he hasn’t killed himself yet. Seriously, who takes a freaking laptop into the bathtub with them? And then when he gets shocked, he decides to stop taking baths? Oh dear God, someone help him. I pity his future wife, omg. Thank God the MC said that he should just stop bringing his laptop with him.

… This fic is about Changmin, why did I rant about Yunho? Omg … -_____-

On a much much much happier note, YOOCHUN’S COMING OUT WITH HIS OWN ALBUM. YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY. But it’s coming out after their Japan Tokyo Dome Tour ;_; And that means JYJ’s album is being pushed back ;___; BUT YAY YOOCHUN MY ENGRISH BABY♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥