Confessions of an Over-Dramatic Neurotic and How He Finally Got What He Wanted - Chapter 4
Title: Confessions of an Over-Dramatic Neurotic and How He Finally Got What He Wanted
Pairing: YunJae, YooMinSu
Length: Chaptered
Genre: Romance, AU, Humor, Fluff.
Rating: PG-13 for now. NC-17 later
Warnings: Language, Crack?, Diva!Jae
Disclaimer: If I owned them, I'd be having my way with them right now, not writing this. :| I own the plot though. So do not plagiarise it or share it without prior consent.
Summary: Kim Jaejoong lies. It's what he does. But the one thing that he's always been honest about (well at least to himself) is finding his other half. His one true love.
So, when he meets Jung Siwon, he thinks he's done it...finally found the one. However, things hit the roof when Siwon's younger brother (and Jaejoong's childhood friend) comes home from America and pulls Jaejoong with him into a world that even he couldn't possibly make up... because let's face it, Yunho's out to make an honest man out of the liar...and he's going to give Jaejoong everything he's ever wanted. If not always in the way everyone expects.
A/N I'm pulling this fic out of hiatus. (Finally). People have probably forgotten about it (orz) So, I'm unlocking it so that everyone can read it again. Thank you for being patient <3
Chapter 4: Mistakes
Blog Entry 4:
There were a lot of things that came along with getting Yunho back into my life.
A lot of things…
And a lot of people.
Heechul, specifically, was like a festering bacterial infection, the painful kind, like syphilis.
He was the kind of syphilis that would give you a brain tumor or send you into a spree of convulsions.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m not making fun of STDs and the problems that they cause here. I’m not a cruel person. (Well not THAT cruel anyway).
I’m just making fun of the one that can talk. ( LOLLLLLL)
Kim Fucking Syphilis Heechul. :’D
It has a nice ring to it, yes?
I should be called a literary genius. >//<
Hee xD Anyway ^^
Moving on to more important matters.
i.e Me. \(^o^)/
I’d like to point out that deep, deep, deep down I was actually completely aware of why I hated Heechul. (>_>) But my conscious mind was, unfortunately, not connected to my subconscious and thus did very little to try and understand my motives.
I mean, think about it, it wasn’t like he was dating the guy I liked right?
It wasn’t as if he was dating Yun Siwon.
But there was something exceedingly annoying about the way Heechul would press his mouth against Yunho’s ear and whisper, what I believe to be, sweet nothings.
The way Yunho would laugh his perfect laugh and wind his perfect arms around Heechul’s waist.
The way Heechul would sit on his lap and smooth out MY Yunho’s beautiful brown hair and press a kiss against his MYMYMYMYMYMYMYMY BABY’S cheek.
The ay e ould-
Fuck.
I tik I just boke -
ait a minute.
BACK~!
Sighs. I just broke Yunho’s keyboard ;AAAA;
He’s going to kill me when he gets back. ;w;
And then probably fuck me senseless…. >:DDDDDDDD
Ew. Wait isn’t that necrophilia…? D: ( Why even?)
Well he’s not going to kill me…he loves me too much for that. So I’m guessing a lot shouting and possibly crying (you can never tell with that diva- DO NOT LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT) and then hot hawt HOAWT (CWIDT?) sex c:
u_u Totally NOT complaining.
I love sex.
Sex.
Seeeex
Sexxxxx
Se~x
/giggles/
(It’s an ADHD thing. Sorry)
And then there was the issue with YooSuMin.
They were just…stupid.
I mean I was DENSE…but they were just WOW.
It was pretty obvious that they liked each other, yunho you know?
Like the way Yoochun would stare at Changmin…
The way Changmin would stare at Yoochun…
The way Junsu would stare at the both of them…
They way MinSu would look at each other when Yoochun walked into the room.
It made sense.
Just not to them.
But that’s a story for another time.
Moonwalking back to the past. PEACE.
“Ugh. The food here tastes like feet,” I said, as I looked up at the cafeteria lady-person-thingy.
Cranky old bag of bones. She had those beady little eyes that were over shadowed by these massive earwigs called eyebrows and a moustache. Like literally a moustache.
And ew. I think that the hair coming out of her nose was longer than the hair on her head.
Honestly, if they want people to eat here they need to at least pretend they don’t have an overgrown female yeti cooking the grub.
And she always gives me the shit food.
Like one grunt, one ladle full of this greenish yellow mold and a wave of dismissal.
I was just about to give her tips on grooming when Yunho came up behind me.
I watched him bow politely to the thing and give her his million/gazillion watt smile.
The transformation was remarkable.
“Hello, Yunho-ssi,” she responded with a giggle.
A giggle.
From some hundred and ninety year old yeti.
“Hello, Mrs. Han.”
It has a name?
“I’ve made you some pasta, Darling. My grandmother’s recipe. I hope you like it,” she said, leaning over the counter conspiratorially and smiling at Yunho, kindly.
Ehhhehehewwww.
“Anything you make is brilliant, Mrs. Han. Thank you.”
Fucking kiss up…how does he even KNOW her?!
And he gets PASTA?! As in there’s actually something other than the green crap in this joint?
I. WILL. SUE.
I WILL SO SUE!!!
Once we were a safe distance away from the hag, I turned to Yunho and glared at him.
“Switch with me!”
“Uh. No.”
“Switch with me or I’m going to stop talking to you.”
“Go ahead.”
I stomped my feet and growled menacingly.
“How do you always get away with special treatment?!”
“Because, unlike you, I’m nice to people and don’t call poor old ladies names to their faces.”
“She IS a Yeti, okay? I mean have you seen her feet?!”
“And this is exactly why you get the shit food. Be careful, or next time she might poison it.”
“UGH! Why are you such a kiss up?”
“Why are you such a rude little snot?”
“Loser.”
“Idiot.”
“Jerk.”
“Freak.”
“Stupid Fartface.”
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“And I’m the loser between the two of us.” Yunho remarked, shaking his head, a smug grin painting his stupid gorgeous lips.
I was this close to pinching him when I felt someone tap me on my shoulder.
“Hello, Jaejoong. Hi, Yunho-ah,” the person said.
I flinched and turned around to find Siwon (God this man is beautiful) standing behind me.
Praise the Lord, thank you for making him.
He’s saying something to Yunho.
Yay!
I don’t have to pay attention.
I can just look at him.
He’s so pretty.
Pretty Pretty, Siwonie.
He smells like something Gucci…
Oh my, is that Guilty?
Hubba Hubba.
Oh wait that’s Yunho.
Damn.
Siwon smells like…oooooh. Suave. I like. He smells like Old Spice. I approve.
I want to eat him.
Can I?
That jaw…
Those arms…God, I want them around me…
Those lips…unf…I want to nibble on them…adjklfssdjfkl
What is life? What is heaven? What is Siwon? What is love?
Brain malfunction in 3, 2, …
“Jaejoong?”
“Hmm…?”
“Jaejoong!” Yunho said loudly, waving his hand in front of my face and looking kind of peeved.
What crawled up his ass and died?
“What?”
“Siwon’s gone. You can wipe the drool off of your face.”
“What do you mean he’s gone?!” I meeped, running a hand down my face just to make sure I wasn’t actually drooling. (I was).
I went red as I pictured myself standing in front of Siwon looking like an idiot with drool running down the corner of my mouth and the gorgeous man thinking I was insane.
I was just about going into panic mode when Yunho shook his head, as if (again) knowing exactly what I was thinking.
“Don’t worry, the Principal called him before he could see you acting like a Tard.”
“Oh, thank God.”
“Do you really like him that much?” Yunho asked, taking my tray and placing it delicately on the table by the large windows.
“Of course, I do. He’s gorgeous, smart, sexy, funny and we’d look amazing together.”
“Mmm. I guess you’ll would,” he mumbled, turning his head away and staring out of the window.
I frowned, feeling a heavy feeling of something in the pit of my stomach before placing my attention back on my food.
Ew…
I can’t eat this.
It looks like a year’s worth of mold.
But I’m so hungry, huuhuu. :’(
I want food…just not this…whatever this is.
I was just about to grudgingly eat my meal when Yunho held my hand and switched our trays, ignoring me while I gaped at him.
“You owe me,” he whispered before eating the garbage that he’d taken from me, “You’re lucky that I can eat just about anything.”
I leaned over the table and quickly kissed Yunho on his cheek while my own turned a pale pink.
I wasn’t embarrassed.
Pshh Please.
I’m the cool, sexy one.
Kim Jaejoong does not do embarrassed.
“Careful, Jaejoong, you don’t want your precious Siwon seeing you,” Heechul chuckled, coming out of nowhere and dumping his tray beside Yunho’s.
I was just about to give him a scathing reply when he plopped himself down on to Yunho’s lap.
I watched stunned as he ran a hand down the other’s cheek and bent forward to press a light kiss against the exact spot I had.
“There, now you don’t have his stupid all over you.”
Yunho let out a surprised laugh before leaning close to Heechul’s ear and mumbling something.
I stared horrified at the two of them before turning my head away in anger.
That hurt, dammit.
He’s my best friend. How could he laugh at me? Isn’t he supposed to defend me?
I felt my eyes water and was just about to get up and leave when I felt my so-called best friend reach over and wrap his hand around my wrist.
“You aren’t stupid, Jae. Chullie, go sit on the chair and be nice to Jaejoong.”
I watched victoriously as the other huffed and moved over.
I felt a warm feeling spread through me as Yunho smiled encouragingly at me. His eyes conveying his apology better than any words could.
He had such pretty eyes…
And his hands…gorgeous, gorgeous hands.
Gods, I was so hopelessly in love with--
Siwon.
With Siwon.
Oh my God.
No.
I was in love with Siwon.
SIWON.
Not Yunho.
Siwon.
I could practically feel myself hyperventilating as this new realization struck me.
Me? In love with Yunho?
My best friend?
No. No. No. NONONONONONONONONO.
I couldn’t possibly be.
Plus, he’s dating Heechul, isn’t he?
And…
No.
My everything belonged to Siwon.
Yunho had no right to confuse me.
Siwon. Siwon. Siwon.
(Honestly, I don’t know whether it was panic or something else, but I later realized how much I would regret doing what I did next.)
I shook my hand out of Yunho’s, ignoring the startled look that spread across his face, and walked dazedly to where Siwon was sitting, praying that there weren’t any other Professors around. (And luckily or unluckily there weren’t.)
I reached out and grabbed him by the shoulders, catching him by surprise.
“Siwon-ssi.”
“Oh, Jaejoong-ah, what’s up?”
“Please go out with me!” I practically yelled into his ears.
STUPIDSTUPIDSTUPIDSTUPID.
God.
I should have realized then.
I should have.
Siwon looking behind me and gazing almost stunned at Yunho.
Yunho’s quiet gasp.
Heechul’s hurried murmurs.
Yunho’s quiet nod to his brother.
Siwon’s tortured expression as he turned back to me.
“Jaejoong, I-“
“Please, Siwon-ssi. I know that this isn’t strictly allowed. I know that! But I’m in love with you. Please go out with me. Just one date. Just one.”
(It was frustrating that the older man kept glancing helplessly at his younger brother. But I couldn’t make myself turn back and realize what I had inadvertently done.
I didn’t see Yunho look pained as he encouraged his older brother to give in to my demand.
I didn’t watch as Heechul tried to comfort Yunho.
I didn’t watch as the love of my life got up and left me in the hands of his brother.
I didn’t because… I knew.
I subconsciously knew that I’d broken his heart.
I didn’t know then I loved him back either.
I was a liar. I knew that.
But that was the first time I’d ever lied to myself.
And I knew that things weren’t going to be all right.
They weren’t.)
“Alright.”
“Huh?”
“Alright. I’ll go out with you.”
“You will…?”
“Yes, Jaejoong-ah. I’ll go out with you.”
“Oh my God, thank you. Thank you, Siwon-ssi! Thank you. I promise you won’t regret it.”
But I would.
God, I would.
To the present!
I was so stupid back then.
Stupider than that Kim Fucking Syphilis Heechul.
I deserved everything that came after and more.
But you have to understand, I loved Yunho for so long that I’d forgotten the difference between being “in love with” and “admiring” someone.
I was just…confused.
But I needed everything that happened to remind me of how important Yunho was to me.
And I did.
Eventually -.-‘
Sighs.
God, I hate writing about that time…but I guess we can’t all have a smooth sailing journey to our happily ever afters, now can we?
But enough of this sentimental crap. I can’t take it. It’s too serious for my liking.
I have more pressing issues to deal with right now.
Yunho’s home and that means ANGRY ANGRY SEX. >:D
Muhahahahahaha.
Catch you guys later.
Ciao for now~!!
XOXO
The Future Mr. Jung Jaejoong
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
A/N 1: I've been so out of it with regard to this fic because I just didn't have the time nor the inclination to update it /sighs/
But now that that frame of mind is gone, I've pulled this out of hiatus and plan on updating it as frequently as possible, so please give it your endless support. ^^
A/N 2: I know I've said this before and I'll say it again. A comment on occasion is not a bad thing and it makes the author happy that you care enough to comment. I don't intend to force anyone to do anything, but it's just a thought. Even if it's at the end of this fic. <3
Pairing: YunJae, YooMinSu
Length: Chaptered
Genre: Romance, AU, Humor, Fluff.
Rating: PG-13 for now. NC-17 later
Warnings: Language, Crack?, Diva!Jae
Disclaimer: If I owned them, I'd be having my way with them right now, not writing this. :| I own the plot though. So do not plagiarise it or share it without prior consent.
Summary: Kim Jaejoong lies. It's what he does. But the one thing that he's always been honest about (well at least to himself) is finding his other half. His one true love.
So, when he meets Jung Siwon, he thinks he's done it...finally found the one. However, things hit the roof when Siwon's younger brother (and Jaejoong's childhood friend) comes home from America and pulls Jaejoong with him into a world that even he couldn't possibly make up... because let's face it, Yunho's out to make an honest man out of the liar...and he's going to give Jaejoong everything he's ever wanted. If not always in the way everyone expects.
A/N I'm pulling this fic out of hiatus. (Finally). People have probably forgotten about it (orz) So, I'm unlocking it so that everyone can read it again. Thank you for being patient <3
Chapter 4: Mistakes
Blog Entry 4:
There were a lot of things that came along with getting Yunho back into my life.
A lot of things…
And a lot of people.
Heechul, specifically, was like a festering bacterial infection, the painful kind, like syphilis.
He was the kind of syphilis that would give you a brain tumor or send you into a spree of convulsions.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m not making fun of STDs and the problems that they cause here. I’m not a cruel person. (Well not THAT cruel anyway).
I’m just making fun of the one that can talk. ( LOLLLLLL)
Kim Fucking Syphilis Heechul. :’D
It has a nice ring to it, yes?
I should be called a literary genius. >//<
Hee xD Anyway ^^
Moving on to more important matters.
i.e Me. \(^o^)/
I’d like to point out that deep, deep, deep down I was actually completely aware of why I hated Heechul. (>_>) But my conscious mind was, unfortunately, not connected to my subconscious and thus did very little to try and understand my motives.
I mean, think about it, it wasn’t like he was dating the guy I liked right?
It wasn’t as if he was dating Yun Siwon.
But there was something exceedingly annoying about the way Heechul would press his mouth against Yunho’s ear and whisper, what I believe to be, sweet nothings.
The way Yunho would laugh his perfect laugh and wind his perfect arms around Heechul’s waist.
The way Heechul would sit on his lap and smooth out MY Yunho’s beautiful brown hair and press a kiss against his MYMYMYMYMYMYMYMY BABY’S cheek.
The ay e ould-
Fuck.
I tik I just boke -
ait a minute.
BACK~!
Sighs. I just broke Yunho’s keyboard ;AAAA;
He’s going to kill me when he gets back. ;w;
And then probably fuck me senseless…. >:DDDDDDDD
Ew. Wait isn’t that necrophilia…? D: ( Why even?)
Well he’s not going to kill me…he loves me too much for that. So I’m guessing a lot shouting and possibly crying (you can never tell with that diva- DO NOT LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT) and then hot hawt HOAWT (CWIDT?) sex c:
u_u Totally NOT complaining.
I love sex.
Sex.
Seeeex
Sexxxxx
Se~x
/giggles/
(It’s an ADHD thing. Sorry)
And then there was the issue with YooSuMin.
They were just…stupid.
I mean I was DENSE…but they were just WOW.
It was pretty obvious that they liked each other, yunho you know?
Like the way Yoochun would stare at Changmin…
The way Changmin would stare at Yoochun…
The way Junsu would stare at the both of them…
They way MinSu would look at each other when Yoochun walked into the room.
It made sense.
Just not to them.
But that’s a story for another time.
Moonwalking back to the past. PEACE.
“Ugh. The food here tastes like feet,” I said, as I looked up at the cafeteria lady-person-thingy.
Cranky old bag of bones. She had those beady little eyes that were over shadowed by these massive earwigs called eyebrows and a moustache. Like literally a moustache.
And ew. I think that the hair coming out of her nose was longer than the hair on her head.
Honestly, if they want people to eat here they need to at least pretend they don’t have an overgrown female yeti cooking the grub.
And she always gives me the shit food.
Like one grunt, one ladle full of this greenish yellow mold and a wave of dismissal.
I was just about to give her tips on grooming when Yunho came up behind me.
I watched him bow politely to the thing and give her his million/gazillion watt smile.
The transformation was remarkable.
“Hello, Yunho-ssi,” she responded with a giggle.
A giggle.
From some hundred and ninety year old yeti.
“Hello, Mrs. Han.”
It has a name?
“I’ve made you some pasta, Darling. My grandmother’s recipe. I hope you like it,” she said, leaning over the counter conspiratorially and smiling at Yunho, kindly.
Ehhhehehewwww.
“Anything you make is brilliant, Mrs. Han. Thank you.”
Fucking kiss up…how does he even KNOW her?!
And he gets PASTA?! As in there’s actually something other than the green crap in this joint?
I. WILL. SUE.
I WILL SO SUE!!!
Once we were a safe distance away from the hag, I turned to Yunho and glared at him.
“Switch with me!”
“Uh. No.”
“Switch with me or I’m going to stop talking to you.”
“Go ahead.”
I stomped my feet and growled menacingly.
“How do you always get away with special treatment?!”
“Because, unlike you, I’m nice to people and don’t call poor old ladies names to their faces.”
“She IS a Yeti, okay? I mean have you seen her feet?!”
“And this is exactly why you get the shit food. Be careful, or next time she might poison it.”
“UGH! Why are you such a kiss up?”
“Why are you such a rude little snot?”
“Loser.”
“Idiot.”
“Jerk.”
“Freak.”
“Stupid Fartface.”
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“And I’m the loser between the two of us.” Yunho remarked, shaking his head, a smug grin painting his stupid gorgeous lips.
I was this close to pinching him when I felt someone tap me on my shoulder.
“Hello, Jaejoong. Hi, Yunho-ah,” the person said.
I flinched and turned around to find Siwon (God this man is beautiful) standing behind me.
Praise the Lord, thank you for making him.
He’s saying something to Yunho.
Yay!
I don’t have to pay attention.
I can just look at him.
He’s so pretty.
Pretty Pretty, Siwonie.
He smells like something Gucci…
Oh my, is that Guilty?
Hubba Hubba.
Oh wait that’s Yunho.
Damn.
Siwon smells like…oooooh. Suave. I like. He smells like Old Spice. I approve.
I want to eat him.
Can I?
That jaw…
Those arms…God, I want them around me…
Those lips…unf…I want to nibble on them…adjklfssdjfkl
What is life? What is heaven? What is Siwon? What is love?
Brain malfunction in 3, 2, …
“Jaejoong?”
“Hmm…?”
“Jaejoong!” Yunho said loudly, waving his hand in front of my face and looking kind of peeved.
What crawled up his ass and died?
“What?”
“Siwon’s gone. You can wipe the drool off of your face.”
“What do you mean he’s gone?!” I meeped, running a hand down my face just to make sure I wasn’t actually drooling. (I was).
I went red as I pictured myself standing in front of Siwon looking like an idiot with drool running down the corner of my mouth and the gorgeous man thinking I was insane.
I was just about going into panic mode when Yunho shook his head, as if (again) knowing exactly what I was thinking.
“Don’t worry, the Principal called him before he could see you acting like a Tard.”
“Oh, thank God.”
“Do you really like him that much?” Yunho asked, taking my tray and placing it delicately on the table by the large windows.
“Of course, I do. He’s gorgeous, smart, sexy, funny and we’d look amazing together.”
“Mmm. I guess you’ll would,” he mumbled, turning his head away and staring out of the window.
I frowned, feeling a heavy feeling of something in the pit of my stomach before placing my attention back on my food.
Ew…
I can’t eat this.
It looks like a year’s worth of mold.
But I’m so hungry, huuhuu. :’(
I want food…just not this…whatever this is.
I was just about to grudgingly eat my meal when Yunho held my hand and switched our trays, ignoring me while I gaped at him.
“You owe me,” he whispered before eating the garbage that he’d taken from me, “You’re lucky that I can eat just about anything.”
I leaned over the table and quickly kissed Yunho on his cheek while my own turned a pale pink.
I wasn’t embarrassed.
Pshh Please.
I’m the cool, sexy one.
Kim Jaejoong does not do embarrassed.
“Careful, Jaejoong, you don’t want your precious Siwon seeing you,” Heechul chuckled, coming out of nowhere and dumping his tray beside Yunho’s.
I was just about to give him a scathing reply when he plopped himself down on to Yunho’s lap.
I watched stunned as he ran a hand down the other’s cheek and bent forward to press a light kiss against the exact spot I had.
“There, now you don’t have his stupid all over you.”
Yunho let out a surprised laugh before leaning close to Heechul’s ear and mumbling something.
I stared horrified at the two of them before turning my head away in anger.
That hurt, dammit.
He’s my best friend. How could he laugh at me? Isn’t he supposed to defend me?
I felt my eyes water and was just about to get up and leave when I felt my so-called best friend reach over and wrap his hand around my wrist.
“You aren’t stupid, Jae. Chullie, go sit on the chair and be nice to Jaejoong.”
I watched victoriously as the other huffed and moved over.
I felt a warm feeling spread through me as Yunho smiled encouragingly at me. His eyes conveying his apology better than any words could.
He had such pretty eyes…
And his hands…gorgeous, gorgeous hands.
Gods, I was so hopelessly in love with--
Siwon.
With Siwon.
Oh my God.
No.
I was in love with Siwon.
SIWON.
Not Yunho.
Siwon.
I could practically feel myself hyperventilating as this new realization struck me.
Me? In love with Yunho?
My best friend?
No. No. No. NONONONONONONONONO.
I couldn’t possibly be.
Plus, he’s dating Heechul, isn’t he?
And…
No.
My everything belonged to Siwon.
Yunho had no right to confuse me.
Siwon. Siwon. Siwon.
(Honestly, I don’t know whether it was panic or something else, but I later realized how much I would regret doing what I did next.)
I shook my hand out of Yunho’s, ignoring the startled look that spread across his face, and walked dazedly to where Siwon was sitting, praying that there weren’t any other Professors around. (And luckily or unluckily there weren’t.)
I reached out and grabbed him by the shoulders, catching him by surprise.
“Siwon-ssi.”
“Oh, Jaejoong-ah, what’s up?”
“Please go out with me!” I practically yelled into his ears.
STUPIDSTUPIDSTUPIDSTUPID.
God.
I should have realized then.
I should have.
Siwon looking behind me and gazing almost stunned at Yunho.
Yunho’s quiet gasp.
Heechul’s hurried murmurs.
Yunho’s quiet nod to his brother.
Siwon’s tortured expression as he turned back to me.
“Jaejoong, I-“
“Please, Siwon-ssi. I know that this isn’t strictly allowed. I know that! But I’m in love with you. Please go out with me. Just one date. Just one.”
(It was frustrating that the older man kept glancing helplessly at his younger brother. But I couldn’t make myself turn back and realize what I had inadvertently done.
I didn’t see Yunho look pained as he encouraged his older brother to give in to my demand.
I didn’t watch as Heechul tried to comfort Yunho.
I didn’t watch as the love of my life got up and left me in the hands of his brother.
I didn’t because… I knew.
I subconsciously knew that I’d broken his heart.
I didn’t know then I loved him back either.
I was a liar. I knew that.
But that was the first time I’d ever lied to myself.
And I knew that things weren’t going to be all right.
They weren’t.)
“Alright.”
“Huh?”
“Alright. I’ll go out with you.”
“You will…?”
“Yes, Jaejoong-ah. I’ll go out with you.”
“Oh my God, thank you. Thank you, Siwon-ssi! Thank you. I promise you won’t regret it.”
But I would.
God, I would.
To the present!
I was so stupid back then.
Stupider than that Kim Fucking Syphilis Heechul.
I deserved everything that came after and more.
But you have to understand, I loved Yunho for so long that I’d forgotten the difference between being “in love with” and “admiring” someone.
I was just…confused.
But I needed everything that happened to remind me of how important Yunho was to me.
And I did.
Eventually -.-‘
Sighs.
God, I hate writing about that time…but I guess we can’t all have a smooth sailing journey to our happily ever afters, now can we?
But enough of this sentimental crap. I can’t take it. It’s too serious for my liking.
I have more pressing issues to deal with right now.
Yunho’s home and that means ANGRY ANGRY SEX. >:D
Muhahahahahaha.
Catch you guys later.
Ciao for now~!!
XOXO
The Future Mr. Jung Jaejoong
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A/N 1: I've been so out of it with regard to this fic because I just didn't have the time nor the inclination to update it /sighs/
But now that that frame of mind is gone, I've pulled this out of hiatus and plan on updating it as frequently as possible, so please give it your endless support. ^^
A/N 2: I know I've said this before and I'll say it again. A comment on occasion is not a bad thing and it makes the author happy that you care enough to comment. I don't intend to force anyone to do anything, but it's just a thought. Even if it's at the end of this fic. <3