{oneshot} the ways his eyes...
the ways his eyes... snarkychangmin NC17. AU, Smut, Romance
Yunho has pieced together everything it was in the creation of Jaejoong- from the way his lips closed together as if it were heaven and earth meeting for the first time, to the growing of cartilage on flesh as his nails grow in perfect unison, and especially to every dip and curve on the man’s walking nature. It was everything that any maker could’ve asked for- for it was perfection and all at the same time, not perfection- thus making it in a whole other meaning, beyond perfection. For in the beauty which Yunho had create, loved, and poured his life into, was a broken soul. A soul whose kindness, politeness, insecurities, naiveté, and yet intelligence and wit would bring any human being down to their knees, wanting more from the riveting spiral of emotions his creation was able to create. But if there was one thing that Yunho had not imagined himself or predicted from this faux life form before him, it’d be the way Jaejoong’s eyes were.
When Jaejoong opens his eyes, it’s like refreshing rain after a thundering hail- holding within it, ideals, aspirations, emotions, and philosophies beyond explanations. For when they are open, it’s like looking at a world as if one knew everything and yet at the same time, expected nothing less than the imperfections before them. And when Jaejoong closes his eyes… well…It often made Yunho wonder if Jaejoong was his own creator, or if Yunho was actually the one who had been pieced together Jaejoong. But such curiosity and search for answers within Jaejoong only made Yunho cross a line that many creators before him had crossed- falling in love with their own creations.
You could say that falling for Kim Jaejoong was definitely inevitable, for the piece of perfection was alluring, charismatic, and everything almost any human being could wish for. His taut chin, kissable lips, teasing and alluring persona, and to top it all off, the way he would stare at you as if your soul and mind were complete for his control. He just seemed to have that kind of power…and it worked whether or not the creation knew it. Yunho was no immune individual to even such creations for who knows what compelled him to even create such a thing in the first place- perhaps desire of perfection, perhaps desire of just another being with him. Who knows, because Yunho sure didn’t.
Not when his mind and heart couldn’t be one. Knowing that Jaejoong was a faux human life form was one thing, but loving him and wanting to desire and possess him entirely was another, and apparently, Yunho’s mind just couldn’t function as well as his heart. It just wouldn’t connect. Thus before he knew it, he was falling under the latter’s own charms. From holding the Jaejoong’s hands just to feel the soft texture despite already know every detail that had already been deeply engraved into his own heart to earning a genuine smile from the latter, Yunho desired so much more despite knowing everything there was to know already. It still intrigued him because it felt like there were still so many things to discover about his over creation. It was never ending.
However, just as any curious human being who has found a new toy, possession and selfish desires overtakes the senses of rationality and complete function of thinking. Yunho’s small prods of examining Jaejoong’s hands turn into selfish desires of wondering how those lips would take his finger, and perhaps his cock. And soon enough, the man was to find out, for it seemed, Jaejoong was just no faux human being with flesh, but a heart too (and perhaps even more importantly, intuition and eyes that saw and observed just a bit too much and knew a little bit more than normal.)
Jaejoong blatantly communicates with Yunho the only way he knows how to, blunt, straightforward, and as innocent and doe as ever- just the way Yunho imagined him to be in his head. (The reality of it happening on its own accord was however definitely surprising and consequently worth the creation.) Jaejoong asks Yunho to do what he really thinks he ought to do to Jaejoong, and he wards off any insecurity that Yunho may have, despite knowing in his own chrome heart, there were so many things he should be worried about after the takes on these things. And despite Yunho’s mind knowing all the contradictions that were to form, all the possibilities of this great project being thrown into the abyss, he can’t help himself, it was more than temptation, and perhaps blind obsession. He took Jaejoong in the only way he knew how- on pure instinct and lost all thoughts of coherency as it seemed he was viewing his creation for the first time through a different set of eyes.
Jaejoong’s kisses were better than what he imagined. His lips soft, tasting like something familiar as much as home and yet just as foreign as the unknown. Jaejoong was temptation from beyond and Yunho was definitely holding a taste of it. He kisses Jaejoong hard, grips his wrists even harder above the latter’s head, and he’s doing everything he can to stop grinding his hips against the man under him. But the ministrations and self control that Yunho is determined to only do is lost the minute Jaejoong’s voice begs for more subconsciously. Yunho ravishes every part of Jaejoong then. Kissing his lips, his straight nose, the mole on the right side of his face, to the birthmark that rests underneath his neck. Yunho even traces the firm jaw line that is set against vibrating muscle glands emitting low growls from Jaejoong’s throat. Everything happening then and there, was simply erotic, and it definitely didn’t matter if it made sense to Yunho or not. (He wasn’t coherent regardless of the situation, he was simply drunk off his own erotic fantasy of his creation.)
Yunho’s kisses and fervent ravishes don’t stop as his hands move with a life of their own. With one still gripping Jaejoong’s own two wrists tightly, the other travels along the tight abs on Jaejoong’s stomach, lightly tracing each dip of the muscle before groping the sides, and playing with his nipples. Then Yunho’s mouth travels to the adam apples of Jaejoong’s and he sucks on it, scraping his teeth along the soft skin next to it, and he laps it softly as if apologizing for the angry red marks that appear within minutes of his ministrations. Jaejoong doesn’t protest, only fueling to Yunho’s desires as his hips roll in sync with Yunho’s own, the lids of his eyes only half open, and the mewl of incoherent words escaping all too frequently for the faux’s tastes. Yunho could only smile as he lets his hand tear apart the shirt Jaejoong was wearing and reach to unbuckle the pants and belt restraining Jaejoong’s own erected cock. Jaejoong hisses as Yunho grips his wanton desire and gasps when Yunho’s mouth find their way to his nipples.
He becomes a definite mess, sounds and movements being the only thing left of his ability as his hands fall onto Yunho’s shoulders and the other’s own free hand now pulling his pants down. Yunho’s long fingers are still wrapped around the shaft of Jaejoong as his lips travelled to the latter’s navel, taunting the pale skin- his knees hitting the floor as his other set of fingers force Jaejoong to open his legs wider as they make their way into Jaejoong’s own virgin entrance. Peeking one finger first into the hole, one of Jaejoong’s arms fly up from Yunho’s shoulders to cover his mouth; a loud groan escapes from it as he does so. His other grip tightening around Yunho’s shoulder as the said man continued his ministrations. Jaejoong’s rolling hips stop as Yunho prods with one finger and his other still grasping on his nearly weeping cock. His lips are still occupied with the strong curve of Jaejoong’s waist and before Jaejoong can even get the reactions out, Yunho’s already holding his cock at the tip as he stares as Jaejoong, smirking at his discomfort.
Jaejoong groans in turn, trying to hump his hips towards Yunho’s fingers that were closed around his shaft, but Yunho stops him with his teeth on the latter’s waist. He bites down on it, warning Jaejoong not to move as he slips another finger into the virgin hole. And Jaejoong’s eyes, once half lidded, open wide as he doubles over atop of Yunho. He tries to lift his ass higher as if to escape from the sudden intrusion, but fails as Yunho’s mouth keeps his waist in place. He gives another groan in protest but Yunho’s already moving his fingers, scissoring him dry with only his fingers moving inside- it felt uncomfortable, but Jaejoong was unsure as to what was supposed to happen (he after all didn’t have this experience before.) Stilling his movements as he felt the fingers move inside of him- Jaejoong was ready to push Yunho away with his arms as the latter focused on moving his fingers inside of him, but then suddenly, the crooked shape of Yunho’s fingers swipe against something and Jaejoong involuntarily shudders, forcing him to suddenly ejaculate onto Yunho’s hands, shirt, and face.
But Yunho doesn’t even allow Jaejoong enough time to turn red, nonetheless even panic about the course of uncontrollable actions done within two seconds of complete ecstasy- instead Yunho continues to move his fingers, both inside of Jaejoong and around his cock- trying to coax another erection as he stands up from his kneeling position and kisses Jaejoong- allowing the mess on his face to collide with Jaejoong’s own. Jaejoong can’t help but taste himself as lips filled with his own seed are lapped upon his lips and tongue. He struggles against the kiss, but can feel the blood gushing back down to his lower half- he finds his waist grinding to the motions of Yunho’s fingers inside and around him- his legs opening wider.
The whole time Jaejoong is experiencing all of this, Yunho is maintaining his own control not to ram into the sexified creation before him. Jaejoong’s eyes continue to stay open this time, refusing to close as Yunho lets his own lips slip from Jaejoong’s- saliva hanging from both their lips. Then as Jaejoong tries to study Yunho’s face, his arms still tightly gripping Yunho’s shoulders, he noted the man’s hooded eyes, his taut muscles peeking from just under the white tee he was wearing, and the extreme tent poking from just behind the thick fabric of jeans. Jaejoong wonders if he should do something about it, but Yunho surprises him again, unbuckling his own jeans and allowing his own cock to spring free from the restraining piece of clothing. What’s more, Jaejoong’s lips are occupied and he finds Yunho roughly thrusting his tongue into his own mouth- Jaejoong tries to follow, tries to not choke, but with all his focus suddenly on his lips, he’s unable to refute the fact that Yunho has removed his fingers and instead pushed his way inside of Jaejoong. Another gasp escapes Jaejoong’s lips as Yunho retracts his tongue and his hands guide Jaejoong’s legs around his own waist as he uses his other hand to cushion the space between Jaejoong’s back and the wall.
Jaejoong’s widen eyes stay open as Yunho unconsciously leads the brown orbs to their connected lower halves. With Yunho’s head tilted downward, his left arm still holding onto one of Jaejoong’s legs and the other still cushioning his back, he pulls partway out and rams back in. He repeats the multitude of steps it takes to ram into Jaejoong’s ass, and before Jaejoong could even question the entire movement, Yunho falls into a rhythm and Jaejoong falls into a mess of burning sensations and absolute pleasure. He moans out loud, calling out Yunho, fuck, and ‘shit, more’ but never once does he close his eyes to the emotions as Yunho continues on multitudes of levels to please him. Yunho’s lips kissing him, his cock pivoted into the very core of his ass, his hands ravishing every part of him that Yunho has created and more. He wonders if this is what it’s meant to be something, or to even exist at all and to hold proof of it.
But the thought fades away as quickly as it comes- and Yunho wonders what kind of individual has allowed him to create Jaejoong. The tight feel of Jaejoong’s ass around him, his quick learning that causes Yunho to lose his breath in their growing kisses, Jaejoong’s hands that are no longer a death grip on his shoulders but instead ravishing him back, and damn- the hips that are just rolling in sync with his thrusts- meeting each thrust and eagerly pulling Yunho’s cock in more and more. Yunho is definitely wondering how the hell did he conjure up such a sinful and yet fucking beautiful being- but he doesn’t have an answer, technically, he doesn’t even have the coherency to remember that he even thought of such a thing.
Instead he finds himself coming inside of Jaejoong hard, his lips even faltering in its kisses with the beautiful latter, and in addition to that, the sudden shaking of his knees as a small droplet of white runs from Jaejoong’s ass along his cock and down his legs. Fuck, it was perfect. Jaejoong then looks at Yunho and questions if this was suppose to be possible- possible between something like who he was and something like what Yunho was. Then he closes his eyes for the first time and as Yunho is leaning to kiss in, he notices something about his creation that he had not noticed earlier.
The way his eyes were shaped when they were closed- and then he remembers how they were when they were half lidded, fully opened, questioning, curious, absolutely determined, and much more. And Yunho’s realized it’s those eyes that make Jaejoong everything he is in the way Yunho had created and yet not created him. The realization dawns on Yunho quick and it’s gotten his arousal stimulating in such pleasure of being able to make Jaejoong up. Think of it as his own fantasy of the perfect being- creating his own that can only fit him and who he was as a person- and it turned Yunho on.
Jaejoong doesn’t question the sudden growing warmth of Yunho’s shaft again, finding that although he had learned a lot since the day he first opened his eyes, he didn’t mind experiencing this kind of learning over and over again- even if it meant that his creator may be doing something in violation of his own principals. But Jaejoong doesn’t mind and pushes his ass against the pivoting of Yunho’s cock as the man had flipped him with his chest to the wall and his ass propped to Yunho’s liking. This time he allows his eyes to close as Yunho watches him- his long lashes brushing against his cheeks, his gaping lips wet with saliva, red and bruised from all the hard kissing, and his jet black hair fringing just right below the curve of his brows. Yunho trails his eyes downward, looking at the patches of angry red along his pale and glistening neck and chest right down to Jaejoong’s stretched hole, engulfing every part of his own cock. Fuck…
The way his eyes close create such an image of Jaejoong that Yunho wonders…if Jaejoong had really crafted him instead of Yunho piecing together this unimaginable creature of perfection.
Yunho has pieced together everything it was in the creation of Jaejoong- from the way his lips closed together as if it were heaven and earth meeting for the first time, to the growing of cartilage on flesh as his nails grow in perfect unison, and especially to every dip and curve on the man’s walking nature. It was everything that any maker could’ve asked for- for it was perfection and all at the same time, not perfection- thus making it in a whole other meaning, beyond perfection. For in the beauty which Yunho had create, loved, and poured his life into, was a broken soul. A soul whose kindness, politeness, insecurities, naiveté, and yet intelligence and wit would bring any human being down to their knees, wanting more from the riveting spiral of emotions his creation was able to create. But if there was one thing that Yunho had not imagined himself or predicted from this faux life form before him, it’d be the way Jaejoong’s eyes were.
When Jaejoong opens his eyes, it’s like refreshing rain after a thundering hail- holding within it, ideals, aspirations, emotions, and philosophies beyond explanations. For when they are open, it’s like looking at a world as if one knew everything and yet at the same time, expected nothing less than the imperfections before them. And when Jaejoong closes his eyes… well…It often made Yunho wonder if Jaejoong was his own creator, or if Yunho was actually the one who had been pieced together Jaejoong. But such curiosity and search for answers within Jaejoong only made Yunho cross a line that many creators before him had crossed- falling in love with their own creations.
You could say that falling for Kim Jaejoong was definitely inevitable, for the piece of perfection was alluring, charismatic, and everything almost any human being could wish for. His taut chin, kissable lips, teasing and alluring persona, and to top it all off, the way he would stare at you as if your soul and mind were complete for his control. He just seemed to have that kind of power…and it worked whether or not the creation knew it. Yunho was no immune individual to even such creations for who knows what compelled him to even create such a thing in the first place- perhaps desire of perfection, perhaps desire of just another being with him. Who knows, because Yunho sure didn’t.
Not when his mind and heart couldn’t be one. Knowing that Jaejoong was a faux human life form was one thing, but loving him and wanting to desire and possess him entirely was another, and apparently, Yunho’s mind just couldn’t function as well as his heart. It just wouldn’t connect. Thus before he knew it, he was falling under the latter’s own charms. From holding the Jaejoong’s hands just to feel the soft texture despite already know every detail that had already been deeply engraved into his own heart to earning a genuine smile from the latter, Yunho desired so much more despite knowing everything there was to know already. It still intrigued him because it felt like there were still so many things to discover about his over creation. It was never ending.
However, just as any curious human being who has found a new toy, possession and selfish desires overtakes the senses of rationality and complete function of thinking. Yunho’s small prods of examining Jaejoong’s hands turn into selfish desires of wondering how those lips would take his finger, and perhaps his cock. And soon enough, the man was to find out, for it seemed, Jaejoong was just no faux human being with flesh, but a heart too (and perhaps even more importantly, intuition and eyes that saw and observed just a bit too much and knew a little bit more than normal.)
Jaejoong blatantly communicates with Yunho the only way he knows how to, blunt, straightforward, and as innocent and doe as ever- just the way Yunho imagined him to be in his head. (The reality of it happening on its own accord was however definitely surprising and consequently worth the creation.) Jaejoong asks Yunho to do what he really thinks he ought to do to Jaejoong, and he wards off any insecurity that Yunho may have, despite knowing in his own chrome heart, there were so many things he should be worried about after the takes on these things. And despite Yunho’s mind knowing all the contradictions that were to form, all the possibilities of this great project being thrown into the abyss, he can’t help himself, it was more than temptation, and perhaps blind obsession. He took Jaejoong in the only way he knew how- on pure instinct and lost all thoughts of coherency as it seemed he was viewing his creation for the first time through a different set of eyes.
Jaejoong’s kisses were better than what he imagined. His lips soft, tasting like something familiar as much as home and yet just as foreign as the unknown. Jaejoong was temptation from beyond and Yunho was definitely holding a taste of it. He kisses Jaejoong hard, grips his wrists even harder above the latter’s head, and he’s doing everything he can to stop grinding his hips against the man under him. But the ministrations and self control that Yunho is determined to only do is lost the minute Jaejoong’s voice begs for more subconsciously. Yunho ravishes every part of Jaejoong then. Kissing his lips, his straight nose, the mole on the right side of his face, to the birthmark that rests underneath his neck. Yunho even traces the firm jaw line that is set against vibrating muscle glands emitting low growls from Jaejoong’s throat. Everything happening then and there, was simply erotic, and it definitely didn’t matter if it made sense to Yunho or not. (He wasn’t coherent regardless of the situation, he was simply drunk off his own erotic fantasy of his creation.)
Yunho’s kisses and fervent ravishes don’t stop as his hands move with a life of their own. With one still gripping Jaejoong’s own two wrists tightly, the other travels along the tight abs on Jaejoong’s stomach, lightly tracing each dip of the muscle before groping the sides, and playing with his nipples. Then Yunho’s mouth travels to the adam apples of Jaejoong’s and he sucks on it, scraping his teeth along the soft skin next to it, and he laps it softly as if apologizing for the angry red marks that appear within minutes of his ministrations. Jaejoong doesn’t protest, only fueling to Yunho’s desires as his hips roll in sync with Yunho’s own, the lids of his eyes only half open, and the mewl of incoherent words escaping all too frequently for the faux’s tastes. Yunho could only smile as he lets his hand tear apart the shirt Jaejoong was wearing and reach to unbuckle the pants and belt restraining Jaejoong’s own erected cock. Jaejoong hisses as Yunho grips his wanton desire and gasps when Yunho’s mouth find their way to his nipples.
He becomes a definite mess, sounds and movements being the only thing left of his ability as his hands fall onto Yunho’s shoulders and the other’s own free hand now pulling his pants down. Yunho’s long fingers are still wrapped around the shaft of Jaejoong as his lips travelled to the latter’s navel, taunting the pale skin- his knees hitting the floor as his other set of fingers force Jaejoong to open his legs wider as they make their way into Jaejoong’s own virgin entrance. Peeking one finger first into the hole, one of Jaejoong’s arms fly up from Yunho’s shoulders to cover his mouth; a loud groan escapes from it as he does so. His other grip tightening around Yunho’s shoulder as the said man continued his ministrations. Jaejoong’s rolling hips stop as Yunho prods with one finger and his other still grasping on his nearly weeping cock. His lips are still occupied with the strong curve of Jaejoong’s waist and before Jaejoong can even get the reactions out, Yunho’s already holding his cock at the tip as he stares as Jaejoong, smirking at his discomfort.
Jaejoong groans in turn, trying to hump his hips towards Yunho’s fingers that were closed around his shaft, but Yunho stops him with his teeth on the latter’s waist. He bites down on it, warning Jaejoong not to move as he slips another finger into the virgin hole. And Jaejoong’s eyes, once half lidded, open wide as he doubles over atop of Yunho. He tries to lift his ass higher as if to escape from the sudden intrusion, but fails as Yunho’s mouth keeps his waist in place. He gives another groan in protest but Yunho’s already moving his fingers, scissoring him dry with only his fingers moving inside- it felt uncomfortable, but Jaejoong was unsure as to what was supposed to happen (he after all didn’t have this experience before.) Stilling his movements as he felt the fingers move inside of him- Jaejoong was ready to push Yunho away with his arms as the latter focused on moving his fingers inside of him, but then suddenly, the crooked shape of Yunho’s fingers swipe against something and Jaejoong involuntarily shudders, forcing him to suddenly ejaculate onto Yunho’s hands, shirt, and face.
But Yunho doesn’t even allow Jaejoong enough time to turn red, nonetheless even panic about the course of uncontrollable actions done within two seconds of complete ecstasy- instead Yunho continues to move his fingers, both inside of Jaejoong and around his cock- trying to coax another erection as he stands up from his kneeling position and kisses Jaejoong- allowing the mess on his face to collide with Jaejoong’s own. Jaejoong can’t help but taste himself as lips filled with his own seed are lapped upon his lips and tongue. He struggles against the kiss, but can feel the blood gushing back down to his lower half- he finds his waist grinding to the motions of Yunho’s fingers inside and around him- his legs opening wider.
The whole time Jaejoong is experiencing all of this, Yunho is maintaining his own control not to ram into the sexified creation before him. Jaejoong’s eyes continue to stay open this time, refusing to close as Yunho lets his own lips slip from Jaejoong’s- saliva hanging from both their lips. Then as Jaejoong tries to study Yunho’s face, his arms still tightly gripping Yunho’s shoulders, he noted the man’s hooded eyes, his taut muscles peeking from just under the white tee he was wearing, and the extreme tent poking from just behind the thick fabric of jeans. Jaejoong wonders if he should do something about it, but Yunho surprises him again, unbuckling his own jeans and allowing his own cock to spring free from the restraining piece of clothing. What’s more, Jaejoong’s lips are occupied and he finds Yunho roughly thrusting his tongue into his own mouth- Jaejoong tries to follow, tries to not choke, but with all his focus suddenly on his lips, he’s unable to refute the fact that Yunho has removed his fingers and instead pushed his way inside of Jaejoong. Another gasp escapes Jaejoong’s lips as Yunho retracts his tongue and his hands guide Jaejoong’s legs around his own waist as he uses his other hand to cushion the space between Jaejoong’s back and the wall.
Jaejoong’s widen eyes stay open as Yunho unconsciously leads the brown orbs to their connected lower halves. With Yunho’s head tilted downward, his left arm still holding onto one of Jaejoong’s legs and the other still cushioning his back, he pulls partway out and rams back in. He repeats the multitude of steps it takes to ram into Jaejoong’s ass, and before Jaejoong could even question the entire movement, Yunho falls into a rhythm and Jaejoong falls into a mess of burning sensations and absolute pleasure. He moans out loud, calling out Yunho, fuck, and ‘shit, more’ but never once does he close his eyes to the emotions as Yunho continues on multitudes of levels to please him. Yunho’s lips kissing him, his cock pivoted into the very core of his ass, his hands ravishing every part of him that Yunho has created and more. He wonders if this is what it’s meant to be something, or to even exist at all and to hold proof of it.
But the thought fades away as quickly as it comes- and Yunho wonders what kind of individual has allowed him to create Jaejoong. The tight feel of Jaejoong’s ass around him, his quick learning that causes Yunho to lose his breath in their growing kisses, Jaejoong’s hands that are no longer a death grip on his shoulders but instead ravishing him back, and damn- the hips that are just rolling in sync with his thrusts- meeting each thrust and eagerly pulling Yunho’s cock in more and more. Yunho is definitely wondering how the hell did he conjure up such a sinful and yet fucking beautiful being- but he doesn’t have an answer, technically, he doesn’t even have the coherency to remember that he even thought of such a thing.
Instead he finds himself coming inside of Jaejoong hard, his lips even faltering in its kisses with the beautiful latter, and in addition to that, the sudden shaking of his knees as a small droplet of white runs from Jaejoong’s ass along his cock and down his legs. Fuck, it was perfect. Jaejoong then looks at Yunho and questions if this was suppose to be possible- possible between something like who he was and something like what Yunho was. Then he closes his eyes for the first time and as Yunho is leaning to kiss in, he notices something about his creation that he had not noticed earlier.
The way his eyes were shaped when they were closed- and then he remembers how they were when they were half lidded, fully opened, questioning, curious, absolutely determined, and much more. And Yunho’s realized it’s those eyes that make Jaejoong everything he is in the way Yunho had created and yet not created him. The realization dawns on Yunho quick and it’s gotten his arousal stimulating in such pleasure of being able to make Jaejoong up. Think of it as his own fantasy of the perfect being- creating his own that can only fit him and who he was as a person- and it turned Yunho on.
Jaejoong doesn’t question the sudden growing warmth of Yunho’s shaft again, finding that although he had learned a lot since the day he first opened his eyes, he didn’t mind experiencing this kind of learning over and over again- even if it meant that his creator may be doing something in violation of his own principals. But Jaejoong doesn’t mind and pushes his ass against the pivoting of Yunho’s cock as the man had flipped him with his chest to the wall and his ass propped to Yunho’s liking. This time he allows his eyes to close as Yunho watches him- his long lashes brushing against his cheeks, his gaping lips wet with saliva, red and bruised from all the hard kissing, and his jet black hair fringing just right below the curve of his brows. Yunho trails his eyes downward, looking at the patches of angry red along his pale and glistening neck and chest right down to Jaejoong’s stretched hole, engulfing every part of his own cock. Fuck…
The way his eyes close create such an image of Jaejoong that Yunho wonders…if Jaejoong had really crafted him instead of Yunho piecing together this unimaginable creature of perfection.