itunes meme.
10 songs. write for duration of song.
terribly incoherent.
many pairings -- some barely there.
lot of yoochun, i think
only you - ashanti
junsu doesn't understand the hype about yoochun. doesn't get it at all.
yoochun is a lazy fuck. usually, always, junsu riding on top of him with yoochun, yoochun, gasping and panting his name and squeezing his ass.
he likes knowing he's the only one that gets this. laughs at yoochun taking deep breaths afterwards and holding onto him for dear life.
"fuck, get my inhaler before we go again."
love mode featuring verbal(m-flo) - clazziquai
everybody needs, somebody to love. everybody hopes for their love to be true.
changmin isn't much different. he's a genius but he isn't superhuman -- that much.
he and yoochun take a boat out, sail towards the sunrise because if they waited for sunset yoochun would have fallen asleep. he likes kissing yoochun right before the sun peeks over the horizon and watching yoochun's expression when he opens his eyes and sees the face of the sun.
yoochun whispers in his ear, i love you, i love you, i love you. different tones, inflections, and pushes. changmin chuckles at him, amused by yoochun's sweet talk and sweet lips.
listen to me.
i'm always listening.
listen to me, changmin. yoochun is cute when he pouts. he doesn't thin
winter love - boa
yoochun doesn't do snowball fights. not after that year junsu and jaejoong stuffed snowballs down his pants after chasing him down. his balls shrink towards him just at the thought.
changmin loves snowball fights. and he guesses he doesn't care about yoochun's balls enough to not hit the still target in the middle of their game. watching is not an option.
yoochun is a screamer. overreactor. drama queen.
he walks over, trying to yell but not succeeding, voice overpowered by junsu's annoying singing and jaejoong's obnoxious laughter.
changmin does a running tackle, there's laughing and 'I'm going to die!'s and screaming. manly screaming of course.
they end up rolling around until it's changmin over him, warm against his legs and stomach, snow cold against his back.
i think my ass is frozen.
yoochun takes snow in his bare fist, slams it against changmin's
go getta - young jeezy --> dude like whut. i love this song but PWAHAHA writing to it.
there's something about prison that brings out the worst out of you.
yoochun's new. fresh from the streets. looks like every other kid in here that you've seen before. only thing is, he isn't a kid. he's your age.
you're the bottom.
whoa, what?
bottom bunk.
you don't introduce yourself, you let the others talk. whatever they make up is more intimidating than anything you actually do.
what are you in for, kid?
my name is yoochun.
kid.
nothing. i'm not guilty.
that isn't my question.
was just making money.
arrested for
get ya - hyori
yunho really wanted to know who in the world decided it was a good idea to be blasting music this early in the morning. and it was some girly song too.
he drags his body out of bed, walking to the living room to find junsu dancing to his hyori cd. great.
you dance like a girl.
junsu doesn't answer, only shakes his ass and turns away.
a horny girl.
he finally stops. yunho! me? the angel? he bats his eyelashes.
yunho makes a gagging sound, puts his hands under his chin and makes his 'cute face' accompanied with batty eyelashes a la junsu. yes, junsu. you!
junsu laughs, pulls yunho up against his body to dance to his girly music.
beautiful - christina aguilera
yoochun has always been, and probably always will be, the most vulnerable of them all. putting ages aside, yoochun is their baby. everyone takes care of yoochun. everyone talks to yoochun. everyone makes sure that yoochun is eating his own food and not stealing all the good parts from their plates.
junsu has this special charm about him that always makes yoochun feel special.
are you balding even more?
i just have a big forehead.
or maybe your hairline is moving back
he pouts as his own reflection.
stupid. junsu kisses him and leaves.
one day i'll fly away - moulin rouge
he begins to live again when he's with them. when they are five and he is one but anyone one missing means zero.
it's kind of terrible, to have this dependency. he hasn't changed at all. girls, cigarettes, music, the members. life has been a constant need for a rock to keep him there.
one day he imagines flying away. being free and just floating and being so free. so free to float and dream and not dread waking.
but he has strong arms, strong hearts, and strong souls holding him this time.
one day he;ll fly away with th
rain on me - ashanti
tell me what you're always praying for.
shut up. junsu pulls him down for a kiss, something he should be fighting. over and over he had tried. it never works out the way he wants it to.
yoochun is inexplicably warm and hard but soft. junsu thinks it must be the essence that makes yoochun the man that he is. a man.
the fire he wants to die never wanes. never dies. tears and rain do nothing.
yoochun moves in him like fire. moves in him, around him, surrounding him.
//
what i pray for all the time. is to lose you. for you to lose me. for god to rain on me and wash me clean. wash me clean of your fingerprints. they're everywhere, yoochun. everywhere. i always see them. and even more, i want him to wash what i have for you away.
you're dangerously close.
raining on me.
just like he does.
별이 빛나는 밤 - davichi
jaejoong says he likes you a lot. a lot.
he's two years your senior, finds you fascinating for no reason. you know you're amazing, but also amazingly ordinary.
you like it when he wraps his arms around your neck, tiptoes up to kiss, and he's always smiling and laughing into it. it never lasts too long. he leans close, whispers but not really, do you believe me?
believe you?
he doesn't do anything but laugh, hand coming down to cover your mouth.
you tilt his head up by the chin, i like this.
laughing, but do you like
after love (female ver) - clazziquai
what if i chase after you?
you wouldn't do that.
i wouldn't?
you don't like to chase for that long, yoochun.
what if i'm in love with you?
you can find what's after love.
yoochun has your hand in his, like he desperately wants to hold you back, hold you down, pull you back. but he wouldn't do that.
he touches you, moves you with simple things like this.
and you don't want any of that.
i could wait.
i doubt you would want to. wait forever.
i could.
but don't.
we can both see what comes after love. and if you see yoochun, after love, after heartbre
terribly incoherent.
many pairings -- some barely there.
lot of yoochun, i think
only you - ashanti
junsu doesn't understand the hype about yoochun. doesn't get it at all.
yoochun is a lazy fuck. usually, always, junsu riding on top of him with yoochun, yoochun, gasping and panting his name and squeezing his ass.
he likes knowing he's the only one that gets this. laughs at yoochun taking deep breaths afterwards and holding onto him for dear life.
"fuck, get my inhaler before we go again."
love mode featuring verbal(m-flo) - clazziquai
everybody needs, somebody to love. everybody hopes for their love to be true.
changmin isn't much different. he's a genius but he isn't superhuman -- that much.
he and yoochun take a boat out, sail towards the sunrise because if they waited for sunset yoochun would have fallen asleep. he likes kissing yoochun right before the sun peeks over the horizon and watching yoochun's expression when he opens his eyes and sees the face of the sun.
yoochun whispers in his ear, i love you, i love you, i love you. different tones, inflections, and pushes. changmin chuckles at him, amused by yoochun's sweet talk and sweet lips.
listen to me.
i'm always listening.
listen to me, changmin. yoochun is cute when he pouts. he doesn't thin
winter love - boa
yoochun doesn't do snowball fights. not after that year junsu and jaejoong stuffed snowballs down his pants after chasing him down. his balls shrink towards him just at the thought.
changmin loves snowball fights. and he guesses he doesn't care about yoochun's balls enough to not hit the still target in the middle of their game. watching is not an option.
yoochun is a screamer. overreactor. drama queen.
he walks over, trying to yell but not succeeding, voice overpowered by junsu's annoying singing and jaejoong's obnoxious laughter.
changmin does a running tackle, there's laughing and 'I'm going to die!'s and screaming. manly screaming of course.
they end up rolling around until it's changmin over him, warm against his legs and stomach, snow cold against his back.
i think my ass is frozen.
yoochun takes snow in his bare fist, slams it against changmin's
go getta - young jeezy --> dude like whut. i love this song but PWAHAHA writing to it.
there's something about prison that brings out the worst out of you.
yoochun's new. fresh from the streets. looks like every other kid in here that you've seen before. only thing is, he isn't a kid. he's your age.
you're the bottom.
whoa, what?
bottom bunk.
you don't introduce yourself, you let the others talk. whatever they make up is more intimidating than anything you actually do.
what are you in for, kid?
my name is yoochun.
kid.
nothing. i'm not guilty.
that isn't my question.
was just making money.
arrested for
get ya - hyori
yunho really wanted to know who in the world decided it was a good idea to be blasting music this early in the morning. and it was some girly song too.
he drags his body out of bed, walking to the living room to find junsu dancing to his hyori cd. great.
you dance like a girl.
junsu doesn't answer, only shakes his ass and turns away.
a horny girl.
he finally stops. yunho! me? the angel? he bats his eyelashes.
yunho makes a gagging sound, puts his hands under his chin and makes his 'cute face' accompanied with batty eyelashes a la junsu. yes, junsu. you!
junsu laughs, pulls yunho up against his body to dance to his girly music.
beautiful - christina aguilera
yoochun has always been, and probably always will be, the most vulnerable of them all. putting ages aside, yoochun is their baby. everyone takes care of yoochun. everyone talks to yoochun. everyone makes sure that yoochun is eating his own food and not stealing all the good parts from their plates.
junsu has this special charm about him that always makes yoochun feel special.
are you balding even more?
i just have a big forehead.
or maybe your hairline is moving back
he pouts as his own reflection.
stupid. junsu kisses him and leaves.
one day i'll fly away - moulin rouge
he begins to live again when he's with them. when they are five and he is one but anyone one missing means zero.
it's kind of terrible, to have this dependency. he hasn't changed at all. girls, cigarettes, music, the members. life has been a constant need for a rock to keep him there.
one day he imagines flying away. being free and just floating and being so free. so free to float and dream and not dread waking.
but he has strong arms, strong hearts, and strong souls holding him this time.
one day he;ll fly away with th
rain on me - ashanti
tell me what you're always praying for.
shut up. junsu pulls him down for a kiss, something he should be fighting. over and over he had tried. it never works out the way he wants it to.
yoochun is inexplicably warm and hard but soft. junsu thinks it must be the essence that makes yoochun the man that he is. a man.
the fire he wants to die never wanes. never dies. tears and rain do nothing.
yoochun moves in him like fire. moves in him, around him, surrounding him.
//
what i pray for all the time. is to lose you. for you to lose me. for god to rain on me and wash me clean. wash me clean of your fingerprints. they're everywhere, yoochun. everywhere. i always see them. and even more, i want him to wash what i have for you away.
you're dangerously close.
raining on me.
just like he does.
별이 빛나는 밤 - davichi
jaejoong says he likes you a lot. a lot.
he's two years your senior, finds you fascinating for no reason. you know you're amazing, but also amazingly ordinary.
you like it when he wraps his arms around your neck, tiptoes up to kiss, and he's always smiling and laughing into it. it never lasts too long. he leans close, whispers but not really, do you believe me?
believe you?
he doesn't do anything but laugh, hand coming down to cover your mouth.
you tilt his head up by the chin, i like this.
laughing, but do you like
after love (female ver) - clazziquai
what if i chase after you?
you wouldn't do that.
i wouldn't?
you don't like to chase for that long, yoochun.
what if i'm in love with you?
you can find what's after love.
yoochun has your hand in his, like he desperately wants to hold you back, hold you down, pull you back. but he wouldn't do that.
he touches you, moves you with simple things like this.
and you don't want any of that.
i could wait.
i doubt you would want to. wait forever.
i could.
but don't.
we can both see what comes after love. and if you see yoochun, after love, after heartbre