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i know nobody else cares but me, but TVXQ just won four awards at the ridiculously prestigious MKMF 2006 (Mnet KM Music Festival) in korea:
+ Mnet.com award
+ Best Group award
+ Mobile Popularity award
and...
+ BEST ARTIST OF THE YEAR AWARD
[ Cause For Worry: Part 2]
author: sheuzheiproih
fandom: TVXQ
ship: yoosu and jaeho
comment: imagine junsu acting like this in real life.
"Have you seen my whip?"
Yoochun nearly swallowed a mouthful of toothpaste when Junsu stalked into the bathroom.
"... Your what ...?" He managed to sputter weakly.
Junsu glared imperiously at him through yellow slit-pupiled contact lenses, and Yoochun fought the instinctive urge to cower in abject terror. "My whip, fool. For keeping mere mortals like you in your place. Not to mention it goes with my outfit." He gestured with a metallic jingle at the black leather, chains, and fishnets ensemble he was wearing.
"Erm ... I honestly don’t know ...?" Yoochun squeaked.
"... Hmph." Junsu threw one last contemptuous glance at Yoochun, tossed his dark blue hair extensions over his shoulder, and swept away.
Yoochun exhaled shakily and contemplated suicide for the twenty-eighth time as he rinsed out his mouth and dazedly splashed water onto his face and all over the bathroom counter. Then he tried to check his appearance in the mirror, forgetting that Junsu had painted satanic symbols all over it (and with blood red nail polish, no less, as Yunho had discovered when he attempted and failed to wash them off). Squinting in vain at the tiny portion of his reflection that wasn’t obscured by an upside-down cross surrounded by prickly-looking script and several disagreeable-looking eyeballs, Yoochun shuddered and gave up, trudging his way over to the dining area.
+ Mnet.com award
+ Best Group award
+ Mobile Popularity award
and...
+ BEST ARTIST OF THE YEAR AWARD
[ Cause For Worry: Part 2]
author: sheuzheiproih
fandom: TVXQ
ship: yoosu and jaeho
comment: imagine junsu acting like this in real life.
"Have you seen my whip?"
Yoochun nearly swallowed a mouthful of toothpaste when Junsu stalked into the bathroom.
"... Your what ...?" He managed to sputter weakly.
Junsu glared imperiously at him through yellow slit-pupiled contact lenses, and Yoochun fought the instinctive urge to cower in abject terror. "My whip, fool. For keeping mere mortals like you in your place. Not to mention it goes with my outfit." He gestured with a metallic jingle at the black leather, chains, and fishnets ensemble he was wearing.
"Erm ... I honestly don’t know ...?" Yoochun squeaked.
"... Hmph." Junsu threw one last contemptuous glance at Yoochun, tossed his dark blue hair extensions over his shoulder, and swept away.
Yoochun exhaled shakily and contemplated suicide for the twenty-eighth time as he rinsed out his mouth and dazedly splashed water onto his face and all over the bathroom counter. Then he tried to check his appearance in the mirror, forgetting that Junsu had painted satanic symbols all over it (and with blood red nail polish, no less, as Yunho had discovered when he attempted and failed to wash them off). Squinting in vain at the tiny portion of his reflection that wasn’t obscured by an upside-down cross surrounded by prickly-looking script and several disagreeable-looking eyeballs, Yoochun shuddered and gave up, trudging his way over to the dining area.