Beauty
Yunho won’t admit the hours of careful reflection he’s spent on their images alone.
Jaejoong’s beautiful. Yoochun’s sexy. Junsu’s cute. Changmin’s handsome.
And Yunho? He’s the leader.
Yunho won’t admit the hours of careful reflection he’s spent on their images alone.
Jaejoong’s beauty. Yoochun’s appeal. Junsu’s charm. Changmin’s quiet draw.
Yunho mulls over the orthodontics he endured. The careful makeup brushed over every scar. The lengths he worked out to buff his chest with hard muscle. It’s not natural like Jaejoong’s smooth features. Not innate like Yoochun’s manner and voice. Not as unassuming as Junsu’s gestures. Not as unintended as Changmin’s quiet charisma.
Jaejoong’s delicate as a doll. Yoochun’s got a casanova in him. Junsu’s their own private angel. Changmin exudes a sense of mystery.
Yunho’s been charged with their care and he’s never stopped being thankful. He’s never been sure what to do with them, how to shepherd them, how to keep them under his wing when he feels like they’re so much bigger than him. He’s selfish with them, terribly so. Part of him tells him to surround himself with their glamour that it might hide him in its depths, but then-
They come to him in the night.
Jaejoong catches him. Yoochun holds him. Junsu soothes him. Changmin picks him back up again.
They work together, whispering sweet things in his ears.
You’re beautiful, Yunho. Sexy in every way and cute right under it. So masculine and handsome. Always.
Yunho stops musing to himself and holds onto his bandmates- his family- tight. He loves them and he will never forget what their love means to him.
Jaejoong is beautiful. Yoochun is sexy. Junsu is cute. Changmin is handsome.
And Yunho is their leader.
They couldn’t be more thankful.
Jaejoong’s beautiful. Yoochun’s sexy. Junsu’s cute. Changmin’s handsome.
And Yunho? He’s the leader.
Yunho won’t admit the hours of careful reflection he’s spent on their images alone.
Jaejoong’s beauty. Yoochun’s appeal. Junsu’s charm. Changmin’s quiet draw.
Yunho mulls over the orthodontics he endured. The careful makeup brushed over every scar. The lengths he worked out to buff his chest with hard muscle. It’s not natural like Jaejoong’s smooth features. Not innate like Yoochun’s manner and voice. Not as unassuming as Junsu’s gestures. Not as unintended as Changmin’s quiet charisma.
Jaejoong’s delicate as a doll. Yoochun’s got a casanova in him. Junsu’s their own private angel. Changmin exudes a sense of mystery.
Yunho’s been charged with their care and he’s never stopped being thankful. He’s never been sure what to do with them, how to shepherd them, how to keep them under his wing when he feels like they’re so much bigger than him. He’s selfish with them, terribly so. Part of him tells him to surround himself with their glamour that it might hide him in its depths, but then-
They come to him in the night.
Jaejoong catches him. Yoochun holds him. Junsu soothes him. Changmin picks him back up again.
They work together, whispering sweet things in his ears.
You’re beautiful, Yunho. Sexy in every way and cute right under it. So masculine and handsome. Always.
Yunho stops musing to himself and holds onto his bandmates- his family- tight. He loves them and he will never forget what their love means to him.
Jaejoong is beautiful. Yoochun is sexy. Junsu is cute. Changmin is handsome.
And Yunho is their leader.
They couldn’t be more thankful.