boy culture - oneshot
Title: Boy Culture
Length: oneshot
Author: tftcproductions
Rating: PG-13 (VERY BAD LANGUAGE and sexual references)
Genre: angst, romance
Summary: Gay people are pricks, sluts, whores, selfish and the most annoying simple minded people Yunho has ever known. Too bad he is one. But he isn't like them, the stereotypical fag, no never. Not in a million years. Now, if only he could find someone who caught his drift.
The music was blasting loud. So loud Yunho felt like he could feel the bass in his heart, making it jump erratically and unorganized to the beat. The people around him were just the same as his muscle, grinding against each other like mistimed drum strikes. They were sweating and moaning with their eyes closed, savoring their feelings, not looking at the dick they were hopping on because it only mattered if they felt good, if they got their fill for the night.
What does the morning mean to me?
Why should I bother to plan out tomorrow?
Live for the moment.
That was such a cute and promising idea, until reality set in. The moment your living in lasts all night, then the rest of the day, then all week, then that entire month, then a year has gone by and what have you done? Nothing. All you've done was narrow your mind down to thinking life was a fleeting moment. Something unpredictable and unexpected. It happens because it was fun, like speeding down the high way as fast as you can in a bright yellow convertible, your hair blowing in the wind, your arm candy throwing his hands into the air, and your lives ending because you drove under an 18 wheeler.
Yunho paused for a second to smile at a kid who asked him to dance. The boy had a fur coat on and leather shorts, nothing else. Glitter decorated his thin pale chest and Yunho wondered for a second what it would taste like if he ran his tongue down it but it didn't last long. The boy shrugged and went ot the other side of the bar, quickly finding an older man who would give him what he wanted. How old was that kid? Yunho thought. Would he remember talking to him tomorrow morning? Doubtful. The kid would spend an afternoon with his friends, maybe go to work in some second rate mom and pop store, then come back to the club and get another guy. His chest covered in a thicker layer of body glitter making it look even sexier, if that was possible. He was living in the moment, that single night. Yunho watched as the boy pulled the man to the bathroom door and pushed him inside, the man's arms around his thin waist and his lips already trying to lick off the glitter.
Sex. Yunho knew that was the root of his thoughts. When was the last time he had sex? Too long.
But he didn't want to fuck the next underaged boy who threw his well built and decorated chest into his face. He wanted something beyond a poorly written club song, lusting wasn't the same as loving. A reach around was not cuddling. And once that glitter was licked of all that is left is a skinny, pale, bag of bones that looks like any other chest. Love was more than a good fuck. It was sacrifices and anger, forgiveness and weakness, even smiling when there is really nothing to smile at but you just enjoy the moment so much you felt like flexing the muscles of your face to show your enjoyment. Love is a mysterious illness to the fragile, sensationalist life
Love is not simple.
Yunho stood up from the bar and slipped his jacket on, left a crumpled ball of bills on the counter for his drink, and went outside. The cold air bit at his face and Yunho tried to recall how much he had at the club. Maybe one or two glasses, no more than eight. Maybe one more than then. Or less. He stumbled and fell against a lamp post when he reached the end of the block. Looking around, he noticed a bright neon sign that spelled the word coffee in bright green colors. He stood up as best he could and walked slowly to the wavering open sign on the door, pushing the glass open and falling into the nearest booth. He laid his head down on the cool table, sighing slightly. A waiter came up to him and quietly asked if he wanted anything to drink. Yunho blurted the first word that came to his head, "coffee," then turned to look at the waiter. He was wearing a periwinkle blue shirt and black pants, a light tan apron covering his flat stomach and thin upper thighs. The boy was writing something in a small notepad with a pink pen that had the words Hello Kitty on the side. How cute.
"Is that all, Sir?" the boy asked as he looked at Yunho and for once in his life, probably the only time in his life, Yunho was speechless. Shoulder length raven hair that was pushed behind his right ear, eyes the size of huge hand me down Christmas ornaments, moist pink lips and a long flawless white neck that didn't need cheep body glitter to make it sparkle and demand attention.
"I... I," Yunho stuttered, lifting his head from the table, he leaned towards the boy and read his name tag, "yeah, Jaejoong, that's all." The waiter, Jaejoong, smiled and nodded. He walked away from the table to the counter, pulling out a small white coffee cup and filling it with smoking black liquid. The small man brought it back to Yunho's table, blushing halfway through when he noticed the mans eyes on him. Jaejoong placed the cup down in between Yunho's elbows that were resting on the table. As he leaned over he didn't try to keep his face far away form the man's, instead he only blushed more as their breath mingled.
"Have a nice meal," he whispered and went away to the table beside Yunho.
With tired eyes Yunho followed the boy around the diner. He noticed the smile and the blush stayed with every customer. His steeps were light and his actions were slow and steady, very unlike the dancing Yunho had left in the club. For a long time Yunho watched him, until the steam his coffee was giving off stopped licking at his chin. If everything he noticed before about the wild life in the club was how they looked this boy stirred the opposite, Yunho could only imagine what he felt like. If his thin arms felt like the clouds in the sky blue color of his shirt, or if his lips were as fragile as the rose petals they looked like. Even what he smelt like. He wouldn't smell like hair spray and cheep lube, he smelt like the morning. A refreshing blast of sunlight to the closed eye lid that instead of dragging you out of a drunken stupor caressed you with it's beauty to great it. That warm body pressed against his own under thick covers, the midnight colored hair tucked in a ruffled mess under his chin.
Morning, good morning.
As sweet as a sugar covered rainbow.
As Jaejoong brought a cup of coffee to another customer, smiling as he walked away, Yunho felt his eye lids close. His head fell beside the cup, his nose pressing on the cold porcelain, that blur of whiteness the last thing he saw before he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Then in a blink of an eye he was awoken, by the sound of something poring into his coffee cup and the chinking of a plate hitting the table. Yunho lifted his head so his chin was restign no the table and he saw Jaejoong sitting on the other side of the booth. A small smile on his face, which was more tired then last time he saw it but more beautiful. Like how people say the second time you eat it you can really appreciate the flavor.
"I think I like your face a little more everytime I see it," Yunho sputtered. He flashed a lop sided smile before fighting with his neck to raise his head.
Jaejoong covered his smile with is hand and blushed bright red. "You've looked at it enough, I thought you would have gotten your fill."
Yunho shook his head and blinked sleepishly. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed that the table where an elderly couple had been sitting while he was sleeping was now empty. And the table behind that one and every booth along the opposite wall. "Were alone here?"
"Yeah," Jaejoong nodded, bringing his hand down, "it's ten minuets past closing time, I'm supposed to lock up by myself." He paused to admire the steam of the coffee, "but you looked so peaceful when you were sleeping, I didn't want to wake you up."
Yunho couldn't help but smile. "Are you gay?" he asked.
Jaejoong gasped, his hand again going up to his mouth, "Wh- wha- what?"
"You know," Yunho laughed, "a fag, queer, fairy, pole smoker, sausage jockey-"
"I prefer homosexual, not your offensive slang." Jaejoong's shoulders straightened into blocks. His eyes narrowed as he sized up Yunho.
"I'm joking. I'm a homo, too." Yunho smiled as best he could for having a hang over and reached out to Jaejoong's tightly clenched hands on the table. "Do you have a boyfriend?"
Jaejoong blushed, something Yunho was liking more and more. He found the quality of blushing to much in girls annoying, but when Jaejoong did it it seemed pure, like he was actually embarrassed not just trying to act 15 again. Jaejoong opened his mouth then closed it again. He pressed his lips together and shook his head then stood form the booth. "I don't know what I'm thinking," he hissed as he stood, "I shouldn't be flirting with drunks-"
"You said that out loud," Yunho jumped form the seat, his vision getting slightly blurry from the quick movement, and stood in front of Jaejoong. He pinned the small man to the side of the table with both his arms, he leaned in to the man's bone thin jaw. Yunho traced his nose up the soft skin until his lips hovered over Jaejoong's.
"You smell like beer," Jaejoong whispered. Yunho's face fell. How hard of a boner killer is this kid? Yunho reached past Jaejoong to the slice of cake the waiter had put on the table to wake him up. He took a scoop of the icing off the top, a thick white layer that had drizzle lines of caramel. He ate it off his finger, rolling it around his tongue, making a good show of enjoying himself, then leaned back into Jaejoong's lips.
"Better," he breathed. Jaejoong nodded lightly. Yunho studied the boy's flushed skin, his wide but eager eyes and trembling lips parted so he could breath quicker. God, how good he looked. How innocent and breathtaking, the best thing Yunho has ever seen.
"You know," Jaejoong whispered once his breath evened out, "I've never drank anything alcoholic, or been to a club, or even had a one night stand."
Yunho smirked, he lowered his mouth to Jaejoong's neck and inhaled his bitter sweet coffee and cake smell. "I've had to much to drink, I've been to to many clubs, and I'm not looking for a one night stand."
Yunho lifted his head up to Jaejoong's again. "You never answered my question. Do you have a boyfriend?"
Jaejoong bit his lower lip. He lifted his arms to wrap around Yunho's shoulders, Yunho in response wrapping his arms around Jaejoong's thin waist pushing him up against his body so he could better feel the cloud like soft skin. "No," he smiled like a shy invitation.
Yunho chuckled lightly and leaned in to kiss Jaejoong. The first thing he tasted was coffee, then vanilla. and then something musky and new, a flavor he had never tasted before on the many lips he has touched. Jaejoong moaned into the kiss, tilting his head to the side and pulling him in closer. Sugar, Yunho guessed when his tongue pressed into his lips, asking for entrance. When Jaejoong opened his mouth he delved in, not wasting a breath. He wanted to feel Jaejoong, to taste him for every complex mysterious flavor he had. His hands moved up and down the small of Jaejoong's back, pushing the blue shirt up out of his tight leather belt so it ticked at his sensitive skin and make him shiver. He was savoring the heat coming from Jaejoong, his blooming erotic need for touch not going unnoticed or unindulged.
Yet, he also wanted Jaejoong to feel good, not used and not forgotten.
The opposite of a simple plaything.
"Mmfng," Jaejoong pulled back from the kiss and took a deep breath. Yunho took the by off guard and lowered his hands to lift him up onto the table. The coffee cup rocked and split as Jaejoong was shoved down on to the table. Yunho's hands stayed on his butt, kneading the supple flesh roughly with his hands. "Ah, ah, ngh," Jaejoong clutched Yunho neck tightly and moaned softly, trying to keep the noise in his throat.
He was native to the lust.
Yunho gasped lightly and pulled back, letting go of Jaejoong's body as quickly as he took it.
"Oh my, fuck. I'm-" he ran his hands through his hair, looking wide eyed at Jaejoong's shocked flustered face, "I'm so sorry I didn't mean-"
"What's wrong?" Jaejoong asked, still sitting on the table, his arms laying on ether side of his spread legs. An impressive tent standing in the front of his tan apron. "I thought you... liked... me-"
"I do! But it's not, it's not that I don't like you- believe me you're beautiful! it's just..." Yunho paused. He slumped his shoulders and went towards Jaejoong again, grabbing his knees so he wouldn't go between the boy's legs.
He lowered his head. "I just don't want this to be... nothing."
Jaejoong leaned forward, closing his legs, and took Yunho's hands in his. "It doesn't have to be nothing..." Jaejoong trailed off, realizing he didn't even know his name.
"Yunho," the man whispered, "my name is Jung Yunho."
"Yunho," Jaejoong smiled. He cupped the man's chin, the prickles of a 5 o'clock shadow tickling his fingers. "Come to my place. I can make you something better than old coffee and stale cake."
With a smile Yunho pulled Jaejoong off the table and watched him go behind the counter to get his jacket and messenger bag. When the boy was coming back he blushed when he noticed Yunho watching him. "My house is far from here, its going to be a ways but we can talk on the way, hum?" Yunho smiled as he watched Jaejoong pull his long raven hair out from the collar of his coat.
"Can we talk about the best way to make you fall for me?"
Jaejoong covered his mouth with his hand, "Hopefully it wont be as easy as a thirty minute conversation," he laughed through his fingers.
"Complicated," Yunho followed the boy out to a small rusty yellow convertible in the back of the diners small parking lot. "I like complicated boys."
He wasn't simple.
Jaejoong unlocked the door and smiled over his shoulder.
But I simply fell in love with him.
A/N: Happy Birthday Yunho-sama. I love you forever and always.
Now concerning this fanfiction, I feel like I could have done better. I mean, I have almost 3 other fanfictions including diners and spontaneously becoming smitten love birds. Humph, I need to break out of a shell. But I watched this movie the other day, Boy Culture, and the main character said he wanted a love like a club song, easy and simple, but I've always considered love complicated and uncertain rather than all smiles. So this is... the reverse message of that movie. If you will.
Thank you for reading, please leave me a wonderful comment.
Length: oneshot
Author: tftcproductions
Rating: PG-13 (VERY BAD LANGUAGE and sexual references)
Genre: angst, romance
Summary: Gay people are pricks, sluts, whores, selfish and the most annoying simple minded people Yunho has ever known. Too bad he is one. But he isn't like them, the stereotypical fag, no never. Not in a million years. Now, if only he could find someone who caught his drift.
The music was blasting loud. So loud Yunho felt like he could feel the bass in his heart, making it jump erratically and unorganized to the beat. The people around him were just the same as his muscle, grinding against each other like mistimed drum strikes. They were sweating and moaning with their eyes closed, savoring their feelings, not looking at the dick they were hopping on because it only mattered if they felt good, if they got their fill for the night.
What does the morning mean to me?
Why should I bother to plan out tomorrow?
Live for the moment.
That was such a cute and promising idea, until reality set in. The moment your living in lasts all night, then the rest of the day, then all week, then that entire month, then a year has gone by and what have you done? Nothing. All you've done was narrow your mind down to thinking life was a fleeting moment. Something unpredictable and unexpected. It happens because it was fun, like speeding down the high way as fast as you can in a bright yellow convertible, your hair blowing in the wind, your arm candy throwing his hands into the air, and your lives ending because you drove under an 18 wheeler.
Yunho paused for a second to smile at a kid who asked him to dance. The boy had a fur coat on and leather shorts, nothing else. Glitter decorated his thin pale chest and Yunho wondered for a second what it would taste like if he ran his tongue down it but it didn't last long. The boy shrugged and went ot the other side of the bar, quickly finding an older man who would give him what he wanted. How old was that kid? Yunho thought. Would he remember talking to him tomorrow morning? Doubtful. The kid would spend an afternoon with his friends, maybe go to work in some second rate mom and pop store, then come back to the club and get another guy. His chest covered in a thicker layer of body glitter making it look even sexier, if that was possible. He was living in the moment, that single night. Yunho watched as the boy pulled the man to the bathroom door and pushed him inside, the man's arms around his thin waist and his lips already trying to lick off the glitter.
Sex. Yunho knew that was the root of his thoughts. When was the last time he had sex? Too long.
But he didn't want to fuck the next underaged boy who threw his well built and decorated chest into his face. He wanted something beyond a poorly written club song, lusting wasn't the same as loving. A reach around was not cuddling. And once that glitter was licked of all that is left is a skinny, pale, bag of bones that looks like any other chest. Love was more than a good fuck. It was sacrifices and anger, forgiveness and weakness, even smiling when there is really nothing to smile at but you just enjoy the moment so much you felt like flexing the muscles of your face to show your enjoyment. Love is a mysterious illness to the fragile, sensationalist life
Love is not simple.
Yunho stood up from the bar and slipped his jacket on, left a crumpled ball of bills on the counter for his drink, and went outside. The cold air bit at his face and Yunho tried to recall how much he had at the club. Maybe one or two glasses, no more than eight. Maybe one more than then. Or less. He stumbled and fell against a lamp post when he reached the end of the block. Looking around, he noticed a bright neon sign that spelled the word coffee in bright green colors. He stood up as best he could and walked slowly to the wavering open sign on the door, pushing the glass open and falling into the nearest booth. He laid his head down on the cool table, sighing slightly. A waiter came up to him and quietly asked if he wanted anything to drink. Yunho blurted the first word that came to his head, "coffee," then turned to look at the waiter. He was wearing a periwinkle blue shirt and black pants, a light tan apron covering his flat stomach and thin upper thighs. The boy was writing something in a small notepad with a pink pen that had the words Hello Kitty on the side. How cute.
"Is that all, Sir?" the boy asked as he looked at Yunho and for once in his life, probably the only time in his life, Yunho was speechless. Shoulder length raven hair that was pushed behind his right ear, eyes the size of huge hand me down Christmas ornaments, moist pink lips and a long flawless white neck that didn't need cheep body glitter to make it sparkle and demand attention.
"I... I," Yunho stuttered, lifting his head from the table, he leaned towards the boy and read his name tag, "yeah, Jaejoong, that's all." The waiter, Jaejoong, smiled and nodded. He walked away from the table to the counter, pulling out a small white coffee cup and filling it with smoking black liquid. The small man brought it back to Yunho's table, blushing halfway through when he noticed the mans eyes on him. Jaejoong placed the cup down in between Yunho's elbows that were resting on the table. As he leaned over he didn't try to keep his face far away form the man's, instead he only blushed more as their breath mingled.
"Have a nice meal," he whispered and went away to the table beside Yunho.
With tired eyes Yunho followed the boy around the diner. He noticed the smile and the blush stayed with every customer. His steeps were light and his actions were slow and steady, very unlike the dancing Yunho had left in the club. For a long time Yunho watched him, until the steam his coffee was giving off stopped licking at his chin. If everything he noticed before about the wild life in the club was how they looked this boy stirred the opposite, Yunho could only imagine what he felt like. If his thin arms felt like the clouds in the sky blue color of his shirt, or if his lips were as fragile as the rose petals they looked like. Even what he smelt like. He wouldn't smell like hair spray and cheep lube, he smelt like the morning. A refreshing blast of sunlight to the closed eye lid that instead of dragging you out of a drunken stupor caressed you with it's beauty to great it. That warm body pressed against his own under thick covers, the midnight colored hair tucked in a ruffled mess under his chin.
Morning, good morning.
As sweet as a sugar covered rainbow.
As Jaejoong brought a cup of coffee to another customer, smiling as he walked away, Yunho felt his eye lids close. His head fell beside the cup, his nose pressing on the cold porcelain, that blur of whiteness the last thing he saw before he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Then in a blink of an eye he was awoken, by the sound of something poring into his coffee cup and the chinking of a plate hitting the table. Yunho lifted his head so his chin was restign no the table and he saw Jaejoong sitting on the other side of the booth. A small smile on his face, which was more tired then last time he saw it but more beautiful. Like how people say the second time you eat it you can really appreciate the flavor.
"I think I like your face a little more everytime I see it," Yunho sputtered. He flashed a lop sided smile before fighting with his neck to raise his head.
Jaejoong covered his smile with is hand and blushed bright red. "You've looked at it enough, I thought you would have gotten your fill."
Yunho shook his head and blinked sleepishly. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed that the table where an elderly couple had been sitting while he was sleeping was now empty. And the table behind that one and every booth along the opposite wall. "Were alone here?"
"Yeah," Jaejoong nodded, bringing his hand down, "it's ten minuets past closing time, I'm supposed to lock up by myself." He paused to admire the steam of the coffee, "but you looked so peaceful when you were sleeping, I didn't want to wake you up."
Yunho couldn't help but smile. "Are you gay?" he asked.
Jaejoong gasped, his hand again going up to his mouth, "Wh- wha- what?"
"You know," Yunho laughed, "a fag, queer, fairy, pole smoker, sausage jockey-"
"I prefer homosexual, not your offensive slang." Jaejoong's shoulders straightened into blocks. His eyes narrowed as he sized up Yunho.
"I'm joking. I'm a homo, too." Yunho smiled as best he could for having a hang over and reached out to Jaejoong's tightly clenched hands on the table. "Do you have a boyfriend?"
Jaejoong blushed, something Yunho was liking more and more. He found the quality of blushing to much in girls annoying, but when Jaejoong did it it seemed pure, like he was actually embarrassed not just trying to act 15 again. Jaejoong opened his mouth then closed it again. He pressed his lips together and shook his head then stood form the booth. "I don't know what I'm thinking," he hissed as he stood, "I shouldn't be flirting with drunks-"
"You said that out loud," Yunho jumped form the seat, his vision getting slightly blurry from the quick movement, and stood in front of Jaejoong. He pinned the small man to the side of the table with both his arms, he leaned in to the man's bone thin jaw. Yunho traced his nose up the soft skin until his lips hovered over Jaejoong's.
"You smell like beer," Jaejoong whispered. Yunho's face fell. How hard of a boner killer is this kid? Yunho reached past Jaejoong to the slice of cake the waiter had put on the table to wake him up. He took a scoop of the icing off the top, a thick white layer that had drizzle lines of caramel. He ate it off his finger, rolling it around his tongue, making a good show of enjoying himself, then leaned back into Jaejoong's lips.
"Better," he breathed. Jaejoong nodded lightly. Yunho studied the boy's flushed skin, his wide but eager eyes and trembling lips parted so he could breath quicker. God, how good he looked. How innocent and breathtaking, the best thing Yunho has ever seen.
"You know," Jaejoong whispered once his breath evened out, "I've never drank anything alcoholic, or been to a club, or even had a one night stand."
Yunho smirked, he lowered his mouth to Jaejoong's neck and inhaled his bitter sweet coffee and cake smell. "I've had to much to drink, I've been to to many clubs, and I'm not looking for a one night stand."
Yunho lifted his head up to Jaejoong's again. "You never answered my question. Do you have a boyfriend?"
Jaejoong bit his lower lip. He lifted his arms to wrap around Yunho's shoulders, Yunho in response wrapping his arms around Jaejoong's thin waist pushing him up against his body so he could better feel the cloud like soft skin. "No," he smiled like a shy invitation.
Yunho chuckled lightly and leaned in to kiss Jaejoong. The first thing he tasted was coffee, then vanilla. and then something musky and new, a flavor he had never tasted before on the many lips he has touched. Jaejoong moaned into the kiss, tilting his head to the side and pulling him in closer. Sugar, Yunho guessed when his tongue pressed into his lips, asking for entrance. When Jaejoong opened his mouth he delved in, not wasting a breath. He wanted to feel Jaejoong, to taste him for every complex mysterious flavor he had. His hands moved up and down the small of Jaejoong's back, pushing the blue shirt up out of his tight leather belt so it ticked at his sensitive skin and make him shiver. He was savoring the heat coming from Jaejoong, his blooming erotic need for touch not going unnoticed or unindulged.
Yet, he also wanted Jaejoong to feel good, not used and not forgotten.
The opposite of a simple plaything.
"Mmfng," Jaejoong pulled back from the kiss and took a deep breath. Yunho took the by off guard and lowered his hands to lift him up onto the table. The coffee cup rocked and split as Jaejoong was shoved down on to the table. Yunho's hands stayed on his butt, kneading the supple flesh roughly with his hands. "Ah, ah, ngh," Jaejoong clutched Yunho neck tightly and moaned softly, trying to keep the noise in his throat.
He was native to the lust.
Yunho gasped lightly and pulled back, letting go of Jaejoong's body as quickly as he took it.
"Oh my, fuck. I'm-" he ran his hands through his hair, looking wide eyed at Jaejoong's shocked flustered face, "I'm so sorry I didn't mean-"
"What's wrong?" Jaejoong asked, still sitting on the table, his arms laying on ether side of his spread legs. An impressive tent standing in the front of his tan apron. "I thought you... liked... me-"
"I do! But it's not, it's not that I don't like you- believe me you're beautiful! it's just..." Yunho paused. He slumped his shoulders and went towards Jaejoong again, grabbing his knees so he wouldn't go between the boy's legs.
He lowered his head. "I just don't want this to be... nothing."
Jaejoong leaned forward, closing his legs, and took Yunho's hands in his. "It doesn't have to be nothing..." Jaejoong trailed off, realizing he didn't even know his name.
"Yunho," the man whispered, "my name is Jung Yunho."
"Yunho," Jaejoong smiled. He cupped the man's chin, the prickles of a 5 o'clock shadow tickling his fingers. "Come to my place. I can make you something better than old coffee and stale cake."
With a smile Yunho pulled Jaejoong off the table and watched him go behind the counter to get his jacket and messenger bag. When the boy was coming back he blushed when he noticed Yunho watching him. "My house is far from here, its going to be a ways but we can talk on the way, hum?" Yunho smiled as he watched Jaejoong pull his long raven hair out from the collar of his coat.
"Can we talk about the best way to make you fall for me?"
Jaejoong covered his mouth with his hand, "Hopefully it wont be as easy as a thirty minute conversation," he laughed through his fingers.
"Complicated," Yunho followed the boy out to a small rusty yellow convertible in the back of the diners small parking lot. "I like complicated boys."
He wasn't simple.
Jaejoong unlocked the door and smiled over his shoulder.
But I simply fell in love with him.
A/N: Happy Birthday Yunho-sama. I love you forever and always.
Now concerning this fanfiction, I feel like I could have done better. I mean, I have almost 3 other fanfictions including diners and spontaneously becoming smitten love birds. Humph, I need to break out of a shell. But I watched this movie the other day, Boy Culture, and the main character said he wanted a love like a club song, easy and simple, but I've always considered love complicated and uncertain rather than all smiles. So this is... the reverse message of that movie. If you will.
Thank you for reading, please leave me a wonderful comment.