happy birthday jewell!!!!
happy birthday
machine_of_july !!!!! ♥ ♥ ♥
here's some married, in love and adorable yoosu for you, darling. i hope you have a wonderful day~!
Everyone always said that the first year was the worst. Out on your own, trying to make a living and hold together a relationship all at the same time. Junsu’s mother said he was too young. Yoochun’s couldn’t have been happier, and if the first year was the worst, Junsu was sure that he was in heaven.
Getting married before twenty years old had always sounded absolutely absurd. Now, Junsu couldn’t think of a reason not to. He stood at the altar, shaking and scared to death, and listened as Yoochun recited a hand written vow. Notebook paper trembled in hands just as nervous as he felt, and he smiled through the tears and that last I do before the kiss that started the rest of his life.
The first month was everything that perfection should be. Junsu woke up every morning with Yoochun next to him, wrapped around him, chasing each other to the kitchen and sitting on the counter eating cereal. Afternoons were full of classified ads spread all over the kitchen table, highlighters and circles everywhere. Evenings were laughing and singing for no reason, dancing around in the living room just because. It was the kind of thing that Junsu wanted to hold onto forever.
Six months in, the perfection still hadn’t worn off. Every day was just the same as the last, full of all the little things that made Junsu’s heart so full of affection that he thought it might burst. Even after long days of work, they found time for each other, time for hugs and kisses, whispers and giggles in the dark.
Nine months in and their savings account was big enough for a house of their own. They were already married, Junsu wanted one, and he jumped on Yoochun and held on tight when they found the right one. It wasn’t easy, weeks of payments and packing boxes, but it was worth it when Yoochun could see Junsu’s eyes light up, a smear of paint on his nose from now brighter living room walls and an even brighter smile.
Twelve months brought an anniversary, with flowers and cake and slow kisses that tasted like paradise. Junsu giggled at the clinking of wine glasses and Yoochun’s fingers feathering across his skin, and they both laughed until it hurt when they opened a card with some simple advice.
The second year is always the worst.
machine_of_july !!!!! ♥ ♥ ♥
here's some married, in love and adorable yoosu for you, darling. i hope you have a wonderful day~!
Everyone always said that the first year was the worst. Out on your own, trying to make a living and hold together a relationship all at the same time. Junsu’s mother said he was too young. Yoochun’s couldn’t have been happier, and if the first year was the worst, Junsu was sure that he was in heaven.
Getting married before twenty years old had always sounded absolutely absurd. Now, Junsu couldn’t think of a reason not to. He stood at the altar, shaking and scared to death, and listened as Yoochun recited a hand written vow. Notebook paper trembled in hands just as nervous as he felt, and he smiled through the tears and that last I do before the kiss that started the rest of his life.
The first month was everything that perfection should be. Junsu woke up every morning with Yoochun next to him, wrapped around him, chasing each other to the kitchen and sitting on the counter eating cereal. Afternoons were full of classified ads spread all over the kitchen table, highlighters and circles everywhere. Evenings were laughing and singing for no reason, dancing around in the living room just because. It was the kind of thing that Junsu wanted to hold onto forever.
Six months in, the perfection still hadn’t worn off. Every day was just the same as the last, full of all the little things that made Junsu’s heart so full of affection that he thought it might burst. Even after long days of work, they found time for each other, time for hugs and kisses, whispers and giggles in the dark.
Nine months in and their savings account was big enough for a house of their own. They were already married, Junsu wanted one, and he jumped on Yoochun and held on tight when they found the right one. It wasn’t easy, weeks of payments and packing boxes, but it was worth it when Yoochun could see Junsu’s eyes light up, a smear of paint on his nose from now brighter living room walls and an even brighter smile.
Twelve months brought an anniversary, with flowers and cake and slow kisses that tasted like paradise. Junsu giggled at the clinking of wine glasses and Yoochun’s fingers feathering across his skin, and they both laughed until it hurt when they opened a card with some simple advice.
The second year is always the worst.