It’s easy to pretend to sleep, or maybe really try and will yourself to sleep, to dream. Yoochun can’t decide if he’s keener on the former or latter. Either way it doesn’t matter. He simply attempts to block out the thud when Jaejoong rolls himself out of bed onto the floor, as usual, and then the even more audible swearing and yawning that ( Read more... )

Yoochun’s eyes pop open when he hears squeaking of toes against the marble floor. An intruder? But the doorway is empty.

His yelp can’t escape his lungs as an enormous weight crashes onto his body.

He gazes carefully. It’s only Jaejoong. Sighing in relief and exasperation, Yoochun thinks, again?

Whoever said that Jaejoong was as light ( Read more... )