HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO AN-AN-CHAN THE DIRTY-PICTURE!GIRL.
For go_to_the_woods :
Happy Birthday! Join the Seventeen Awesome Elite now!
Call this photoshoot "Laxist Exposes" and I buy you pink.
I have exposures here too.
For you:
SEVENTEEN EXPOSURES
(1)
"Wooyoung," Jay drawls from the couch where he's sprawled. "Take off your shirt."
Wooyoung just stares, and munches his wasabi peas.
(2)
"Wooyoung," Jay calls from behind the bathroom door. "Let me in!"
Wooyoung just switches the water on.
(3)
"Wooyoung!" Jay squeals from the hair-stand where JoKwon is fussing over his hair - "you should curl it, nonna, then we'd be real sisters!" - and trying to pin flowers in the mohawk.
"I wanna see up your skirt!"
Wooyoung just lets Khun do his hair.
(4)
“Wooyoung!” Jay mocks from underneath Taec-and-his-computer. “I like your naked pictures!”
Wooyoung just browses through Chansung's stuff.
(5)
“Wooyoung”, Jay murmurs from the general vicinity of his ear. “You'd be hot without these pants.”
Wooyoung just picks a blue shirt instead of the red one.
(6)
“Wooyoung!” Jay laughs from the edge of the pool where he's cowering. “Your trunks are see-through!”
Wooyoung just splashes water at Junsu's deckchair.
(7)
“Wooyoung,” Jay groans from his bowl of cornflakes. “Remove your goddam makeup, you're ugly.”
Wooyoung just grabs a toast.
(8)
“Wooyoung!” Jay shouts from the bar, over the sea of people between them. “Try to pole dance!”
Wooyoung just haves another shot of tequila.
(9)
“Wooyoung,” Jay insists from behind the camera. “Still a bit more to the left! You're out of the frame.”
Wooyoung just shoves Junho out of the way.
(10)
“Wooyoung!” Jay yells from the living-room, where Wooyoung isn't. “The game is over! You won! Come out now!”
Wooyoung just stays hidden.
(11)
“Wooyoung...” Jay whines from behind the circle of band-mates around Wooyoung. “Let me see...”
Wooyoung just pulls on his scarf to cover his hickey.
(12)
“Wooyoung,” Jay fucking moans from the other side of the couch, one hand down his pants. “That girl looks just like you.”
Wooyoung just tries to ignore Khun wanking at his left.
(13)
“Wooyoung,” Jay asks from the front seat. “Why did you think it was a good idea to wear Junsu's hat again?”
Wooyoung just tilts the hat to make himself look more gangsta.
(14)
“Wooyoung...” Jay tries from the other side of the door. “Come on, it's no use... I have to go anyway...”
Wooyoung just bites his lips and doesn't cry.
(15)
“Wooyoung,” Jay mutters from overseas, from Seattle, from faraway. “I want to see you.”
Wooyoung just listens to the beeps of the phone.
(16)
“Wooyoung...” Jay whispers from Wooyoung's neck. “Take off the glasses if you want a kiss.”
Wooyoung just tilts his head.
(17)
“Wooyoung?” Jay mumbles from underneath his pillow. “You still naked?”
Wooyoung just cuddles closer.
Happy Birthday! Join the Seventeen Awesome Elite now!
Call this photoshoot "Laxist Exposes" and I buy you pink.
I have exposures here too.
For you:
SEVENTEEN EXPOSURES
(1)
"Wooyoung," Jay drawls from the couch where he's sprawled. "Take off your shirt."
Wooyoung just stares, and munches his wasabi peas.
(2)
"Wooyoung," Jay calls from behind the bathroom door. "Let me in!"
Wooyoung just switches the water on.
(3)
"Wooyoung!" Jay squeals from the hair-stand where JoKwon is fussing over his hair - "you should curl it, nonna, then we'd be real sisters!" - and trying to pin flowers in the mohawk.
"I wanna see up your skirt!"
Wooyoung just lets Khun do his hair.
(4)
“Wooyoung!” Jay mocks from underneath Taec-and-his-computer. “I like your naked pictures!”
Wooyoung just browses through Chansung's stuff.
(5)
“Wooyoung”, Jay murmurs from the general vicinity of his ear. “You'd be hot without these pants.”
Wooyoung just picks a blue shirt instead of the red one.
(6)
“Wooyoung!” Jay laughs from the edge of the pool where he's cowering. “Your trunks are see-through!”
Wooyoung just splashes water at Junsu's deckchair.
(7)
“Wooyoung,” Jay groans from his bowl of cornflakes. “Remove your goddam makeup, you're ugly.”
Wooyoung just grabs a toast.
(8)
“Wooyoung!” Jay shouts from the bar, over the sea of people between them. “Try to pole dance!”
Wooyoung just haves another shot of tequila.
(9)
“Wooyoung,” Jay insists from behind the camera. “Still a bit more to the left! You're out of the frame.”
Wooyoung just shoves Junho out of the way.
(10)
“Wooyoung!” Jay yells from the living-room, where Wooyoung isn't. “The game is over! You won! Come out now!”
Wooyoung just stays hidden.
(11)
“Wooyoung...” Jay whines from behind the circle of band-mates around Wooyoung. “Let me see...”
Wooyoung just pulls on his scarf to cover his hickey.
(12)
“Wooyoung,” Jay fucking moans from the other side of the couch, one hand down his pants. “That girl looks just like you.”
Wooyoung just tries to ignore Khun wanking at his left.
(13)
“Wooyoung,” Jay asks from the front seat. “Why did you think it was a good idea to wear Junsu's hat again?”
Wooyoung just tilts the hat to make himself look more gangsta.
(14)
“Wooyoung...” Jay tries from the other side of the door. “Come on, it's no use... I have to go anyway...”
Wooyoung just bites his lips and doesn't cry.
(15)
“Wooyoung,” Jay mutters from overseas, from Seattle, from faraway. “I want to see you.”
Wooyoung just listens to the beeps of the phone.
(16)
“Wooyoung...” Jay whispers from Wooyoung's neck. “Take off the glasses if you want a kiss.”
Wooyoung just tilts his head.
(17)
“Wooyoung?” Jay mumbles from underneath his pillow. “You still naked?”
Wooyoung just cuddles closer.