Junsu -4/7-
Title: Junsu; 2 different tears
Status: 4/7
Author: bopeep_achu
Pairing: Joon/Junsu(Taemin from THJ), Jonghyun/Taemin, Joon/Taemin
Rating: pg 15
Genre: Romance, Tragic, Tragedy, Angst, Fluff
Summary:I used to have a best friend. Lee Changsun was his name and he was also known as Lee Joon. Said that Changsun was really hard to pronounce and people started calling him Joon. But everything ended. Our friendship ended. And it was all because of this one boy we both loved dearly;Junsu… [A/N:the Junsu mentioned is Taemin's character from THJ, nothing to do with 2pm and/or DBSK's Junsu]
WC: 2466
JUNSU 4/7;
2 different tears..
Joon sat in one corner of the dark room, sorting his disorganized thoughts. So he thought back of what had happened in a few weeks ago. 1. Junsu died, 2. Junsu came back alive, 3. He found out that Junsu wasn’t actually Junsu but is Taemin, 4. Taemin was actually Jonghyun’s boy, 5. He got mad at Jonghyun for not telling him about Taemin the first place.
It was a stupid sequence to think about it. Him getting mad at Jonghyun wasn’t actually necessary. So what if Jonghyun found Taemin first, he wasn’t actually the Junsu he loved for a period of three years. Junsu was gone and he had to accept the fact. He sighed deep, burying his face in between his knees while hands clutching on the hem of his hair. But Taemin looked so familiar to Junsu he couldn’t help the fact. What would it take for him to let go of neither Taemin nor Junsu. He had promised one. Would he actually break it. It all doesn’t make sense. His brow furrowed together, he felt nauseated as his thought went deeper. And he hated losing his bestfriend.
“You okay?”
Chundoong came in and he held his face up forcefully. He smiled as the younger placed a tray of food on his bed and patted his head several times. Giving him one reassuring squeeze on the shoulder and mouthed ‘fighting!’ though he never knew why Joon was upset the first place. Chundoong thought it was best for him to let his hyung calmed, before butting in his problems. A few moments after Chundoong closed the door shut and left him alone in the dark once again, he felt his stomach rumbling about underneath that solid abs he built. And he couldn’t help it. So he brought his feet up sitting on the bed and dug up the food the younger mdae him. He frowned once again. It wasn’t the same food Jonghyun had cooked him. True it was better. But he missed eating Jonghyun burnt and failed curry. So he went back and apologized the next day; Jonghyun accepted him with a warm smile.
“Welcome home”
Taemin learned that Jonghyun and Joon were caught in a fight. Joon moved away from their shared apartment for a while. Living with a friend from yoga class; Chundoong. But Taemin never knew what was it they were quarrelling about. He tended to like both hyungs and stayed in the middle. Taemin and Jonghyun were official set. But he liked Joon as much as how he liked Jonghyun. He couldn’t not like him. He met him everyday in the dance studio and sometimes would spend times together practicing with him some new moves and old moves. Joon’s became Taemin’s favorite sunbae and would always cling onto him. Only then he realized something felt weird. Like how sometimes, he would miss Joon more than Jonghyun. He would picture Joon’s shining smile instead of Jonghyun’s. And somehow his heart was beating faster for Joon when the three were together. He didn’t know why, but the feeling suffocated him. The forbidden feelings he had for Joon shouldn’t be there. It was hard enough for the two to be friends again (Joon and Jonghyun made up, both missing each other and stuffs and Joon moved back to Jonghyun’s) and he didn’t want both to fight again. He tried shaking the feelings away, so he clung tighter to Jonghyun, trying to avoid Joon in a matter of fact, scared of what might come onto the three of them.
Joon on the other hand, was starting to accept Taemin as he is. He learned that eventhough there are physical similarities, they weren’t 100% the same. In fact, he noticed Junsu was the opposite of Taemin. Like if Taemin was white; Junsu was black. If Taemin was Yin; Junsu was Yang. They were the total opposite. Taemin was kind, shy and definitely well mannered. Unlike the other who’s cocky, rude and refused to call him hyung sometimes but instead gave him a new nickname Changgoo. But in spite them all, having to face Taemin everyday made his heart bleed out. He wanted him but he couldn’t. It wasn’t his but his best friend’s. So he locked away all of the feelings he had for Junsu from few years ago in his heart and threw the key far away. He hoped it was far from his reach so he wouldn’t have to have weird feeling for the boy who looked like his Junsu.
It felt weird for Joon though. He felt his heart ached seeing all the sweet fluff and cheesy things whispered by Jonghyun into Taemin’s ears. He quickly shifter his gaze away as Jonghyun wrapped Taemin in warm embrace, or when the younger’s boyfriend planted a soft peck on his lips. He didn’t like it and he couldn’t help but to feel a tinge of jealousy crawling in his stomach up his throat. He kept it swallowed down however. He didn’t want to lose Jonghyun again, even how much had he missed Junsu. Sometimes he noticed Taemin didn’t like a pre-making out sessions with Jonghyun in public. He would jerked his head away from Jonghyun or pushed him slightly while making faces he didn’t want to be kissed. Joon scoffed a laugh and scored some goals there. He thought. But he kept away all of those longing feelings he had for Junsu when they were together for lunch, or dinner at his apartment. Or sometimes when Taemin decided to sleep over at their apartment, not knowing of his circumstances from before, kept on cuddling within Jonghyun’s touches. Joon tried his hard looking away. But little did Joon know, Taemin regretted his deeds in getting all mushy and touchy whenever Joon’s around. He stopped doing that some period later.
Taemin never knew anything about Junsu. Heck he didn’t ever know Junsu existed. He heard Joon murmuring this name a few times before. Like when he fell asleep on the couch, taking some short nap after dance classes in the evening at his apartment; Jonghyun wasn’t back home yet, after preparing dinner Taemin would sat next to the sleeping figure and held his gaze fixed on the elder. Sometimes hand caressing his soft messy locks but would immediately held back his touches when he heard Joon whispering and mumbling Junsu’s name again and again. It made his heart swell some more. Knowing Joon had someone important made Taemin felt uneasy. And he clearly knew he shouldn’t have feelings like this.
“Hello?” Taemin pouted ringing the door apartment numbered 1001. It was Sunday and he felt bored staying at his shared ones with Sungjong. He kept on going out with someone whom he knew as L. L was a weird name, but whatever. He rang once again and it went ding dongbut still no one was answering to his expect. He grunted and flipped his phone open, redialing his boyfriend number again and again; still no one was picking. He rolled his eyes off.
“Coming!!”
Finally he heard some voices inside. It wasn’t Jonghyun but definitely was his roommate. He waited, hands fidgeting behind his back and rocked his body back and forth on his heels. He heard some weird noises inside, like crashing and some glasses breaking and he winced.
“Are you okay?!” He cried from outside.
The door flung opened revealing a groggy figure, wearing nothing other than a pair of boxers and his wife beater; like the usual. Oh wait. His head was bleeding.
“HYUNG YOUR HEAD IS BLEEDING!” Taemin gasped, shrieking some noises and dragged Joon by his wrist, dragging him forward and into the living room. Carefully he avoided the broken glass on the floor and let him sit on the couch. As if it was like his own home, he reached for a clean tower and a small bucket of water, rinsing the towel few time with the clear water and dipped his wounded head with the towel. Brows scrunched together, the younger knelt in between the elder’s legs as he caressed the dripping blood away. Joon had his eyes fidgeted within his eye sockets and held his gaze fixed on the floor, cos he knew how he was madly blushing that moment, face was held a few inches apart from the younger. A slight push of his head would close the gap between them with a soft light peck on each other’s lips. And how he smelled a lot like Junsu, his mind was incoherent. Fussing and messing up with each detailed he kept within his brain. He missed Junsu. The soft hands and his soft lips. He missed everything.
“There” Taemin chirped happily as he done covering the taller’s head with a dinosaur pattern band aid, something he found in Jonghyun’s drawers.
“T-thank you…” Joon stuttered out, rubbing the back of his neck.
Taemin didn’t like the awkward silent filllling the air, and so asked Joon what had happened. With all the mess he made.
“Well, I was sleeping. And I slipped when my feet tripped over the carpet. I thought I was grabbing the table but instead the cloth underneath and pulled the vase along, crashing it. Jjong would kill me, it’s his mom’s favorite vase” He rolled off his eyes. “Anyway, I’m gunna shower. Please make yourself at home’ He smiled, ruffling the younger by his head few times and Taemin giggled watching the elder diffused in his room.
Taemin felt weird waiting for Joon, so he had some tour on his own inside the apartment. It was his first time alone in the apartment and he felt like there was a great mystery hidden in the apartment. He didn’t blame it on his boyfriend. He knew how much jonghyun had love him with all the kissing and hugging and the make out sessions they had. Just that he felt insecure of everything. The same perfume he gave him everytime. The same flowers he gave him though daisies weren’t his favorite flower. And the same song he sang to Taemin though truthfully it wasn’t his favorite song from Jonghyun but he kept on insisting. So while Joon was busy grooming himself in his room, he went to Jonghyun’s room. Cleaner and nicer than Joon’s room. He sat on the bed, and laid on it, softly breathing Jonghyun’s husky perfume. But he felt bored within seconds, he couldn’t called Jonghyun and his texts weren’t reply. And so he noticed Jonghyun left his phone on the desk in his room.
Taemin paced closer and picked up his cellphone. He smiled seeing their selca together set as wallpaper to his phone. He noticed a picture on the desk, framed within a cute dinosaur like frame. He knew Jonghyun would always look like a dinosaur and had his eyes widened at the picture he saw. It was a photo of three, Joon and jonghyun both hugging a smaller person in the middle. A person whom he thought it was him but again, looking at the date top left of the picture; it was dated 3 years ago. Three years ago where Taemin hadn’t met Jonghyun yet. Three years ago where he wasn’t even transferred to Seoul. And there was a note behind him.
My hyungs forever,
<3 Junsu!
Junsu… The name sounded peculiar. And it hit him hard.
“Junsu is Joon’s boy!”
So he was sweating. He couldn’t get it. He needed to know more of this Junsu boy and he opened the drawer to Jonghyun desk, fumbling his hand over searching for anything relating to Junsu. He didn’t care he was trespassing or abusing Jonghyun’s property. He was curious. He wanted to ask Joon before, but he couldn’t. He didn’t know why though.
His hand stopped at a certain book. It looked as if it was his private journal and a picture fell from the book, he picked it up. It was a picture that looked ridiculously similar to him. He was talking with another friend and the picture was as if someone took it unnoticed to the boy from behind. He flipped the book open, (thank god it wasn’t locked) and began reading.
I met a guy today. Sorta bumping into him. He had the guts to not apologize. Hey I like this kid.
-
We became friends. He liked dancing though and said wanting to be pro at it. So I thought letting Joon tutor this kid in dancing would be good. Who knows he might thank me later sine I introduced them both?
-
He did thank me for introducing me to Joon. And thanked me cos now him and Joon were a couple. My heart flinched and I remembered my stomach twisted. I didn’t like it.
-
He didn’t like reading this. He could feel the loneliness Jonghyun had gone through when reading his journal. He knew he should stop now, but he wanted to know more. And there were pictures of Junsu soon after. Lots and lot of pictures of him taken unnoticed to the boy himself.
His eyes soon began to tear up as he read further.
Joon finally took his innocence away. I held my grip tight smiling at Junsu as he told me shyly. Damn.
-
Junsu never looked at me since then.
-
It was graduation day. I felt lonely. I frowned.
-
Junsu died. Joon was in a grief. Should I say serve him right? For always keeping him to himself? But I couldn’t… Maybe it’s the charm of being friend with him.
-
I met someone at a small café quite far from our new apartment. I thought I was looking at a ghost. It was Junsu. His hair, his eyes, his nose, his lips. It was Junsu. I smiled, feeling my heart beating fast again.
-
His name was Lee Taemin. And he’s not Junsu.Well then can I make him into Junsu for me. I missed Junsu a lot.
-
I gave Junsu’s favorite perfume brand to this Taemin guy so he would smell like Junsu. And he accepted my love. I serenaded him with Junsu’s favorite song. He liked that song and smiled like Junsu. Now I can have him all to myself. Junsu, the only one that I’ll be loving and the will love only me from now on.
HE was sobbing soon after, feeling betrayed and stabbed thousands of times, arrows darting his heart and tears falling onto his palm. He closed the book and kept it where it belonged the first place. The truth was definitely hurting him. He wasn’t loved as Junsu. Jonghyun never liked him. Jonghyun only liked Junsu. He stated in his diary. And he gritted his teeth, stomping silently out the apartment. Not to look back at the person in the towel, done from showering calling him.
“Taemin?”
Joon was left in confusion.
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A/N: HOLY I TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT THIS XDDD so i'll be posting this up, continue on it until I finish it :))) I did a few changes on it before posting though XDD notice the ninja infinite/ oh yeah XDDDD anyway enjoy!! silent readers hated not like >:I comments? even a word ;A;! XDDDDDDDDDD
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Status: 4/7
Author: bopeep_achu
Pairing: Joon/Junsu(Taemin from THJ), Jonghyun/Taemin, Joon/Taemin
Rating: pg 15
Genre: Romance, Tragic, Tragedy, Angst, Fluff
Summary:I used to have a best friend. Lee Changsun was his name and he was also known as Lee Joon. Said that Changsun was really hard to pronounce and people started calling him Joon. But everything ended. Our friendship ended. And it was all because of this one boy we both loved dearly;Junsu… [A/N:the Junsu mentioned is Taemin's character from THJ, nothing to do with 2pm and/or DBSK's Junsu]
WC: 2466
JUNSU 4/7;
2 different tears..
Joon sat in one corner of the dark room, sorting his disorganized thoughts. So he thought back of what had happened in a few weeks ago. 1. Junsu died, 2. Junsu came back alive, 3. He found out that Junsu wasn’t actually Junsu but is Taemin, 4. Taemin was actually Jonghyun’s boy, 5. He got mad at Jonghyun for not telling him about Taemin the first place.
It was a stupid sequence to think about it. Him getting mad at Jonghyun wasn’t actually necessary. So what if Jonghyun found Taemin first, he wasn’t actually the Junsu he loved for a period of three years. Junsu was gone and he had to accept the fact. He sighed deep, burying his face in between his knees while hands clutching on the hem of his hair. But Taemin looked so familiar to Junsu he couldn’t help the fact. What would it take for him to let go of neither Taemin nor Junsu. He had promised one. Would he actually break it. It all doesn’t make sense. His brow furrowed together, he felt nauseated as his thought went deeper. And he hated losing his bestfriend.
“You okay?”
Chundoong came in and he held his face up forcefully. He smiled as the younger placed a tray of food on his bed and patted his head several times. Giving him one reassuring squeeze on the shoulder and mouthed ‘fighting!’ though he never knew why Joon was upset the first place. Chundoong thought it was best for him to let his hyung calmed, before butting in his problems. A few moments after Chundoong closed the door shut and left him alone in the dark once again, he felt his stomach rumbling about underneath that solid abs he built. And he couldn’t help it. So he brought his feet up sitting on the bed and dug up the food the younger mdae him. He frowned once again. It wasn’t the same food Jonghyun had cooked him. True it was better. But he missed eating Jonghyun burnt and failed curry. So he went back and apologized the next day; Jonghyun accepted him with a warm smile.
“Welcome home”
Taemin learned that Jonghyun and Joon were caught in a fight. Joon moved away from their shared apartment for a while. Living with a friend from yoga class; Chundoong. But Taemin never knew what was it they were quarrelling about. He tended to like both hyungs and stayed in the middle. Taemin and Jonghyun were official set. But he liked Joon as much as how he liked Jonghyun. He couldn’t not like him. He met him everyday in the dance studio and sometimes would spend times together practicing with him some new moves and old moves. Joon’s became Taemin’s favorite sunbae and would always cling onto him. Only then he realized something felt weird. Like how sometimes, he would miss Joon more than Jonghyun. He would picture Joon’s shining smile instead of Jonghyun’s. And somehow his heart was beating faster for Joon when the three were together. He didn’t know why, but the feeling suffocated him. The forbidden feelings he had for Joon shouldn’t be there. It was hard enough for the two to be friends again (Joon and Jonghyun made up, both missing each other and stuffs and Joon moved back to Jonghyun’s) and he didn’t want both to fight again. He tried shaking the feelings away, so he clung tighter to Jonghyun, trying to avoid Joon in a matter of fact, scared of what might come onto the three of them.
Joon on the other hand, was starting to accept Taemin as he is. He learned that eventhough there are physical similarities, they weren’t 100% the same. In fact, he noticed Junsu was the opposite of Taemin. Like if Taemin was white; Junsu was black. If Taemin was Yin; Junsu was Yang. They were the total opposite. Taemin was kind, shy and definitely well mannered. Unlike the other who’s cocky, rude and refused to call him hyung sometimes but instead gave him a new nickname Changgoo. But in spite them all, having to face Taemin everyday made his heart bleed out. He wanted him but he couldn’t. It wasn’t his but his best friend’s. So he locked away all of the feelings he had for Junsu from few years ago in his heart and threw the key far away. He hoped it was far from his reach so he wouldn’t have to have weird feeling for the boy who looked like his Junsu.
It felt weird for Joon though. He felt his heart ached seeing all the sweet fluff and cheesy things whispered by Jonghyun into Taemin’s ears. He quickly shifter his gaze away as Jonghyun wrapped Taemin in warm embrace, or when the younger’s boyfriend planted a soft peck on his lips. He didn’t like it and he couldn’t help but to feel a tinge of jealousy crawling in his stomach up his throat. He kept it swallowed down however. He didn’t want to lose Jonghyun again, even how much had he missed Junsu. Sometimes he noticed Taemin didn’t like a pre-making out sessions with Jonghyun in public. He would jerked his head away from Jonghyun or pushed him slightly while making faces he didn’t want to be kissed. Joon scoffed a laugh and scored some goals there. He thought. But he kept away all of those longing feelings he had for Junsu when they were together for lunch, or dinner at his apartment. Or sometimes when Taemin decided to sleep over at their apartment, not knowing of his circumstances from before, kept on cuddling within Jonghyun’s touches. Joon tried his hard looking away. But little did Joon know, Taemin regretted his deeds in getting all mushy and touchy whenever Joon’s around. He stopped doing that some period later.
Taemin never knew anything about Junsu. Heck he didn’t ever know Junsu existed. He heard Joon murmuring this name a few times before. Like when he fell asleep on the couch, taking some short nap after dance classes in the evening at his apartment; Jonghyun wasn’t back home yet, after preparing dinner Taemin would sat next to the sleeping figure and held his gaze fixed on the elder. Sometimes hand caressing his soft messy locks but would immediately held back his touches when he heard Joon whispering and mumbling Junsu’s name again and again. It made his heart swell some more. Knowing Joon had someone important made Taemin felt uneasy. And he clearly knew he shouldn’t have feelings like this.
“Hello?” Taemin pouted ringing the door apartment numbered 1001. It was Sunday and he felt bored staying at his shared ones with Sungjong. He kept on going out with someone whom he knew as L. L was a weird name, but whatever. He rang once again and it went ding dongbut still no one was answering to his expect. He grunted and flipped his phone open, redialing his boyfriend number again and again; still no one was picking. He rolled his eyes off.
“Coming!!”
Finally he heard some voices inside. It wasn’t Jonghyun but definitely was his roommate. He waited, hands fidgeting behind his back and rocked his body back and forth on his heels. He heard some weird noises inside, like crashing and some glasses breaking and he winced.
“Are you okay?!” He cried from outside.
The door flung opened revealing a groggy figure, wearing nothing other than a pair of boxers and his wife beater; like the usual. Oh wait. His head was bleeding.
“HYUNG YOUR HEAD IS BLEEDING!” Taemin gasped, shrieking some noises and dragged Joon by his wrist, dragging him forward and into the living room. Carefully he avoided the broken glass on the floor and let him sit on the couch. As if it was like his own home, he reached for a clean tower and a small bucket of water, rinsing the towel few time with the clear water and dipped his wounded head with the towel. Brows scrunched together, the younger knelt in between the elder’s legs as he caressed the dripping blood away. Joon had his eyes fidgeted within his eye sockets and held his gaze fixed on the floor, cos he knew how he was madly blushing that moment, face was held a few inches apart from the younger. A slight push of his head would close the gap between them with a soft light peck on each other’s lips. And how he smelled a lot like Junsu, his mind was incoherent. Fussing and messing up with each detailed he kept within his brain. He missed Junsu. The soft hands and his soft lips. He missed everything.
“There” Taemin chirped happily as he done covering the taller’s head with a dinosaur pattern band aid, something he found in Jonghyun’s drawers.
“T-thank you…” Joon stuttered out, rubbing the back of his neck.
Taemin didn’t like the awkward silent filllling the air, and so asked Joon what had happened. With all the mess he made.
“Well, I was sleeping. And I slipped when my feet tripped over the carpet. I thought I was grabbing the table but instead the cloth underneath and pulled the vase along, crashing it. Jjong would kill me, it’s his mom’s favorite vase” He rolled off his eyes. “Anyway, I’m gunna shower. Please make yourself at home’ He smiled, ruffling the younger by his head few times and Taemin giggled watching the elder diffused in his room.
Taemin felt weird waiting for Joon, so he had some tour on his own inside the apartment. It was his first time alone in the apartment and he felt like there was a great mystery hidden in the apartment. He didn’t blame it on his boyfriend. He knew how much jonghyun had love him with all the kissing and hugging and the make out sessions they had. Just that he felt insecure of everything. The same perfume he gave him everytime. The same flowers he gave him though daisies weren’t his favorite flower. And the same song he sang to Taemin though truthfully it wasn’t his favorite song from Jonghyun but he kept on insisting. So while Joon was busy grooming himself in his room, he went to Jonghyun’s room. Cleaner and nicer than Joon’s room. He sat on the bed, and laid on it, softly breathing Jonghyun’s husky perfume. But he felt bored within seconds, he couldn’t called Jonghyun and his texts weren’t reply. And so he noticed Jonghyun left his phone on the desk in his room.
Taemin paced closer and picked up his cellphone. He smiled seeing their selca together set as wallpaper to his phone. He noticed a picture on the desk, framed within a cute dinosaur like frame. He knew Jonghyun would always look like a dinosaur and had his eyes widened at the picture he saw. It was a photo of three, Joon and jonghyun both hugging a smaller person in the middle. A person whom he thought it was him but again, looking at the date top left of the picture; it was dated 3 years ago. Three years ago where Taemin hadn’t met Jonghyun yet. Three years ago where he wasn’t even transferred to Seoul. And there was a note behind him.
My hyungs forever,
<3 Junsu!
Junsu… The name sounded peculiar. And it hit him hard.
“Junsu is Joon’s boy!”
So he was sweating. He couldn’t get it. He needed to know more of this Junsu boy and he opened the drawer to Jonghyun desk, fumbling his hand over searching for anything relating to Junsu. He didn’t care he was trespassing or abusing Jonghyun’s property. He was curious. He wanted to ask Joon before, but he couldn’t. He didn’t know why though.
His hand stopped at a certain book. It looked as if it was his private journal and a picture fell from the book, he picked it up. It was a picture that looked ridiculously similar to him. He was talking with another friend and the picture was as if someone took it unnoticed to the boy from behind. He flipped the book open, (thank god it wasn’t locked) and began reading.
I met a guy today. Sorta bumping into him. He had the guts to not apologize. Hey I like this kid.
-
We became friends. He liked dancing though and said wanting to be pro at it. So I thought letting Joon tutor this kid in dancing would be good. Who knows he might thank me later sine I introduced them both?
-
He did thank me for introducing me to Joon. And thanked me cos now him and Joon were a couple. My heart flinched and I remembered my stomach twisted. I didn’t like it.
-
He didn’t like reading this. He could feel the loneliness Jonghyun had gone through when reading his journal. He knew he should stop now, but he wanted to know more. And there were pictures of Junsu soon after. Lots and lot of pictures of him taken unnoticed to the boy himself.
His eyes soon began to tear up as he read further.
Joon finally took his innocence away. I held my grip tight smiling at Junsu as he told me shyly. Damn.
-
Junsu never looked at me since then.
-
It was graduation day. I felt lonely. I frowned.
-
Junsu died. Joon was in a grief. Should I say serve him right? For always keeping him to himself? But I couldn’t… Maybe it’s the charm of being friend with him.
-
I met someone at a small café quite far from our new apartment. I thought I was looking at a ghost. It was Junsu. His hair, his eyes, his nose, his lips. It was Junsu. I smiled, feeling my heart beating fast again.
-
His name was Lee Taemin. And he’s not Junsu.Well then can I make him into Junsu for me. I missed Junsu a lot.
-
I gave Junsu’s favorite perfume brand to this Taemin guy so he would smell like Junsu. And he accepted my love. I serenaded him with Junsu’s favorite song. He liked that song and smiled like Junsu. Now I can have him all to myself. Junsu, the only one that I’ll be loving and the will love only me from now on.
HE was sobbing soon after, feeling betrayed and stabbed thousands of times, arrows darting his heart and tears falling onto his palm. He closed the book and kept it where it belonged the first place. The truth was definitely hurting him. He wasn’t loved as Junsu. Jonghyun never liked him. Jonghyun only liked Junsu. He stated in his diary. And he gritted his teeth, stomping silently out the apartment. Not to look back at the person in the towel, done from showering calling him.
“Taemin?”
Joon was left in confusion.
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A/N: HOLY I TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT THIS XDDD so i'll be posting this up, continue on it until I finish it :))) I did a few changes on it before posting though XDD notice the ninja infinite/ oh yeah XDDDD anyway enjoy!! silent readers hated not like >:I comments? even a word ;A;! XDDDDDDDDDD
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