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What does love mean? I mean, it's just a four-letter, right?
“Yoochun, what are you talking about?”
He’s laying on the loveseat at the side of the room, his legs on a blue cushion that’s as malleable as a cloud, and his head is on someone’s lap, affectionate and amorous.
I’m asking what love means. Why do people care so much about it? I mean, it’s only a word, right?
He shoots up from the foot of the bed.
‘Was I dreaming?’
He situates himself up and stares out toward the shimmering lights of the city beneath him. The flickering radiance of the nightlife, the clubs, the bars. The illumination from the countless number of corporate buildings, still at work during this fiscal time of life. It wonders if it’s worth it all, if anything is worth it. The bloodshed and tears of trying for a civilization to survive. What’s worth it all? He chortles a bit, reminiscing in his younger, more carefree years. When he didn’t have to go to work and earn a living, when his parents still cared for him, when he still believed in Santa Claus, or the Tooth fairy. He jumps up again.
‘Okay, I really was dreaming that time.’
It’s so hard now; he doesn’t avert his tempered gaze below him, taking in the view of the city. He wishes he still believed in love, he wishes everyday that he didn’t kill himself, metaphorically speaking. Ever since that that dreadful night he learned about adultery, he hasn’t been in the quite right of mind.
His father, his once tender and devoted father; Yoochun thought that when two people vowed ‘til death do us part’, it was true. But in his father’s case, he guesses that it was all a sham and never meant to be in the first place.
He thought that his parents loved each other, but it wasn’t much of a surprise that they were splitting. He might have been just a stupid kid at the time, but that stupid kid knew what it meant when two people yell at each other over meaningless little quarrels. When he wakes up in the dark of the night and notices his father coming through the doorway, his left arm curled around the waist of a woman who was practically half his age.
When he comes home from school earlier than expected and he sees his mother on the phone with another man. Yoochun has known the whole time before they wanted to divorce, but when they did, he still wanted to act shocked by the unreal fact, even though he knew it was inevitable. He coddles his little brother of six years in his arms, tears catching in the sleeve of his favorite sweater, but Yoochun doesn’t mind. When his parents ask him who he wants to live with, he answers with an uninterested shrug and whirls around to turn his attention to the video game that he and his friends are playing at the moment. Yoochun is happy that they can’t understand English.
Yoochun isn’t rude, he doesn’t whine, and he does what he’s supposed to. He never argues, keeping his emotions in check. When he gets irate, he takes a deep breath and counts to ten. There, he’s bottled up his emotions again, but nobody seems to notice.
Yoochun comes to school with a bruise on his cheek, and a cut on his wrist.
His friends ask what’s wrong, but Yoochun only gives them a shrug and with a flick of his wrist, time stops. He realizes that he can stop time, is he a super hero? Should he use this power for better or for worse? He snaps and the room is once again filled with laughter and jumping with jubilance. He holds his wrist and walks to his seat, deep in thought over what just happened less than two seconds ago.
Yoochun is fifteen when he finds out that he’s a clairvoyant. He reads the mind of his teacher, there’s going to be a pop quiz in three minutes, so he gets to studying. His friends that sit to left, right, and in front of him ask why he’s studying. He gives them another shrug and they give each other glances of disapproval.
When the government found him, they dragged him away kicking and screaming. Refusing to be taken away, he moves his hand and time freezes. Yoochun shoves the black suit out of his way and runs away. He doesn’t stop running until he gets to a car. But it’s not like any other car.
“Get in!”
Yoochun jumps in the black van where he notices two other shadows sitting on the cold, metal floor of the vehicle. Yoochun can’t read their mind, so does that mean they’re just like him? Shunned from society, looked at like freaks, weapons at the disposal of the government.
The oldest one is named Jaejoong; he can fly and shoot fire. The shortest one is Junsu; he can read minds too and freeze things. The one driving the car is named Yunho; he’s the manliest out of the four of them and he can read minds. Why does he only have one power Yoochun ponders. Jaejoong glances at Yoochun’s distorted face and whispers softly in his ear. Yoochun’s face goes pale and he wants to embrace Yunho so tightly right now. He couldn’t possibly understand how much guilt and pain Yunho feels, nobody could, it’s his burden and he won’t allow anyone else to take the blame or face the consequences for him.
Jaejoong has been alone all his life, nobody wants to be friends with a freak of nature. When he still had friends, they would go out and play at the park, running on the grass, feeling the velvety breeze of air on their skin. Until they found out Jaejoong could fly. Jaejoong showed them one day, he thought that his friends would think it was so cool and they wished they could fly too. They pointed fingers at him and ran away in the distance. Sometimes at night, Jaejoong can still hear the taunting remarks of those people he used to call his friends.
When Junsu got angry, everyone cowered in fear of him. Junsu almost never got angry, only when people told him to go die, nobody wants to be friends with a freak. It was only one time, but that one time led to Junsu’s break-down, he fell to the floor, clutching his knees in a pathetic attempt to find himself from the world. The group of boys he used to call his best friends were now surrounding his body, kicking him and throwing classroom supplies at him. Tears streaked on his tinted-pink cheeks, he froze them. He didn’t mean too, they were just so cruel to him. Sometimes at night he can still hear the gavel pound down, the jury reaching their verdict.
Yunho was dangerous, everybody that knew him and knew what kind of boy he was stayed away from him. They kept shouting such malicious words at him. His psyche couldn’t handle it anymore. With one thought and a simple word, he was responsible for the murder of two of his so-called best friends. He didn’t regret it though; they had gotten what they deserved. Yunho didn’t benefit from killing people, and nor did people enjoy being killed. But Yunho just thought that he was helping them, because if they ever met a person who was like Yunho, and thought all the things they said to him, that person might not have been so forgiving. Yunho likes to think of himself as a peacemaker; even though people might state otherwise. At times, he can hear the strangled shrieks of his so-called friends, and he chuckles in delight.
Yoochun finally fits in, he can finally belong. He’s so content right now.
When they get back to the abandoned building where the three of them live, Yoochun gazes up at the stars and lifts his hand up in an attempt to catch one and make a wish. They walk in and Yoochun hears shrieks of terror, Yunho is unconscious on the floor, Jaejoong running to his side, he’s knocked out by a tranquilizer dart. The last thing Junsu and Yoochun hear is a strangled cry and a whisper from Jaejoong. They run until their legs give out. They’re at a fence and can still hear the paced footsteps maybe five or six seconds behind them. Yoochun and Junsu climb the seven-foot chain link fence and keep running. It’s so dark at night, they can barely see where they’re running and try to trip and fall.
Junsu collapses and Yoochun looks back. He can barely make out a whisper from Junsu and he runs away. Junsu smiles at the boy running in the distance and that’s the last thing he sees before a napkin drenched in chloroform covers his mouth, breathing in the fumes.
Yoochun is running for his life. His breath short, eyes watery, he can’t think straight at the moment. Too many things are being processed in his mind at once and too many thoughts are pulsating through his psyche. He collapses and the black suits catch up to him.
When Yoochun wakes up, he’s in a see-through cell with white metal bars trapping him in. To his left is Junsu, still unconscious, and to his right is Yunho with Jaejoong peacefully snoring in his lap. Yunho looks up and rests Jaejoong’s head on a white pillow. Walking over to the wall that connects his and Yoochun’s cell, he settles on the white, cushioned floor and lets out a deep sigh of worry. They talk for a bit and Yunho tells him about what the government plan to do with them. Yoochun gags a bit and leans his head on the glass wall.
They know it’s futile to try and escape, and even if they do, they’re in an underground facility headed by the government, and those people don’t mess around. They’d probably kill the four of them before they let them escape and inform people of what they’re doing.
A guard comes over to the cells and taps on the bars, he tells them to move away from the walls and they do. Yunho tries to use his power, but he can’t. They’re puzzled until a man wearing a white lab coat walks out from the shadows. He tells them not to worry before giving them a grimacing smirk. He ruffles his hair and tells two of the guards to move number seventy-three out of the cell and over to examining room number three. The guards comply and unlock Yoochun’s cell, they drug him and he’s unconscious.
When Yoochun wakes up again, he’s strapped down to a table, a light shining down on his face. It’s a little too bright for comfort and he turns his head, trying to get out of the light’s direction. The man from before comes in, but this time he’s wearing glasses. He tells Yoochun it’s going to be alright and before he knows it, it’ll all be over. Yoochun’s shaking his head slowly; he doesn’t want this to happen. A man from behind the table saunters over to Yoochun and injects a drug into him. Yoochun feels woozy and he can’t read their minds. All the while, the man in the white lab coat is telling Yoochun about the drug and how it messes with his mind, rendering him unable to use his powers. The man injects a sterile drug into him from another syringe, and Yoochun feels dead. Just five minutes ago he felt so livid, but now he feels no emotions at all. Is that the side effect of the drug? To erase all human emotion?
The guards bring Yoochun back to his cell and lock the bars.
‘Yoochun…?’
Junsu crawls to the glass wall to look at Yoochun. His face is insipid, his eyes are void. Yoochun feels nothing, no emotions at all. His mind is clear and empty, just the way the government wants it. Junsu’s near tears and Jaejoong wakes up. He inches toward the glass wall and he talks to Yoochun.
‘Yoochun…? What’s wrong with you? Why aren’t you talking..?’
Jaejoong rests his hands on the glass wall and tears streak his sullen face. Yoochun can hear them, he can see them, but he can’t talk, he can’t show any emotion. Yunho turns violent, rage entrapping him whole, he kicks the bar and it bends, the field is down and a guard comes rushing toward. The man is on the floor and Yunho walks out with Jaejoong in tow. He finds the key and goes to unlock Junsu’s and Yoochun’s.
They run down the hall, Yoochun reading their minds, knowing where the guards will appear and Junsu freezes them.
Jaejoong kind of thinks that this is fun until a guard shoots at him. Jaejoong flies up about five feet, his right arm barely missing the bullet that was aimed for his chest. Things have gotten serious; it’s a kill or be killed fixation now. The four of them run down a, what seems to be endless, hallway. Yoochun tells them that there are guards at the end, so Yunho hastily turns around and is met with ten or so firearms pointed in his group’s direction.
The man in the white lab coat walks out through the guns and he kneels on his left knee, talking with the four boys. He tells them that they are the future for mankind; the four of them can help stop entire wars and create peace for centuries to come. Yunho isn’t swayed and he stands up in disapproval. Jaejoong doesn’t believe the man, but he doesn’t want to be killed either, he drags Yunho down and whispers something in his ear. Yunho nods in agreement and tells Yoochun and Junsu. They all get up and the man in the white lab coat stands up. Yunho walks out to the front and the man smiles. He tells the guards to lower their weapons and that the kids are to be escorted to the rooms on level three.
The four of them are led to a posh room; it looks just a hotel room in a magazine. There’s a chandelier, two giant king-sized beds, and a big-screen television. Junsu and Jaejoong link arms and jump on the bed, smiles across their faces. Yunho and Yoochun walk over to the hallway and talk. It’s about how they can’t stay here, and they’re just using us as weapons. And when we’re no longer useful, they’ll just kill us or toss us away as if we were trash. The drug injected into Yoochun wore off and he can finally think straight again. He understands Yunho’s point-of-view on this matter, but Yoochun tells him that they can’t risk Junsu’s or Jaejoong’s life again.
A heavy sigh leaves Yunho’s mouth and the two of them walk back into the room. Junsu and Jaejoong are sitting on one of the beds watching the news. As they all talk, a puce smoke screen fills the room and they all go unconscious.
When they wake up, the four of them are strapped to tables, just like the one Yoochun was strapped to only a little while ago. The man in the white lab coat walks up to him and tells him something. Yoochun’s scream pierces the rooms silence and the doctor inject another drug into him. Yoochun once again can feel no emotions, he lacks compassion and love, he feels no hate nor angry toward anyone, all he feels is nothing. His expression is blank and his face is pale. Just like how Yunho, Junsu, and Jaejoong look like at the moment. The man in the white lab coat cackles and he opens up test room number five. He pushes a button and the straps on the four of them are released. They stand upright until a man walks in from room number five. He’s roughly five years older than them, his expression shows clear fear, and he’s shaking in terror.
Yunho walks toward the man and the man takes a step back, almost tripping. The man in the white lab coat speaks through a microphone connected to the sound system of the room.
‘Kill him Yunho.’
In less than one millisecond, the man is on the floor; dead. The man in the white lab coat chortles and praises Yunho for a job well done. He tells one of the guards to open up test room number two, and a feeble looking boy walks out. He’s probably two or three years younger than the four of them.
‘Burn him Jaejoong.’
Jaejoong moves his hand up and the boy’s smoldering corpse is on the floor. For the next test subject, he tells Junsu to freeze him and Yunho walks up to the boy in the giant block of ice. He taps the ice block and it shatters into a million little pieces, looking just like glass. He speaks through the microphone again and tells Yoochun to freeze time within the room. Yoochun lifts up his wrist and time stops, a guard goes in and clears the room of the corpses. He tells Yoochun to unfreeze time and with a flick of his wrist, time begins.
The man in the white lab coat cackles in pure enjoyment, as if he were a mad man, maybe he is. The guard leads the four of them back to the glass cell with white bars, they don’t complain because they can’t. Before the guard led them out of the room, the man whispered in Yunho’s ear
‘The drug won’t be wearing off a quite a while, so for the time being, you’ll be my little puppets, listening to my every command.’
Yunho can’t comprehend what the man said; the drug is messing with his psyche. The man waves them off and goes back to his office to find more kid like them.
‘They’re so easy to control.’
He grins.
Changmin can read minds and control people like puppets. He can control their every move, making them give in to his every command. Changmin doesn’t tell anyone about his power. He likes it; he thinks it’s fun to twist people’s wills and making them do whatever he wants. He goes to the bank one day.
'Hey, can I have all your money?’
The teller complies and gives Changmin the master card to the bank vault. Changmin smiles and thanks him. The cops arrive not a second too soon.
‘Hey, I’m going to go home, okay?’
The policemen nod and wave him off, fake smiles on their faces. Changmin laughs and never thought that life could be so much fun. That is, until he was found by the man in the white lab coat. Changmin tries to control his mind, but it’s impossible, he seems immune to clairvoyant powers and such. A guard shoots a tranquilizer dart aimed at Changmin’s neck and hits his target. Changmin falls to the ground face first. He blacks out and the last thing he remembers hearing is the man’s skin-tingling chuckle.
Changmin wakes up in the same cell as Yoochun.
‘Hi. They got you too, huh?’
‘Are you a..’
‘Yeah, I bet you thought that you were the only one, huh?’
‘Well, yeah..’
‘Those three are the same as us too.’
Yoochun points to Yunho and Jaejoong’s cell, and Junsu’s cell.
‘I’m Yoochun’
'I’m Changmin.’
Yoochun tells Changmin about the drugs, and the man in the white lab coat, and what the government plans to do with kids like them. Changmin is somewhat disgusted by the fact, but he knows that this is what people like him are subjected to. They are just test subjects and weapons at the government’s disposal.
The man in the white lab coat unlocks the cells and two guards handcuff them, making sure that their hands are bound. They push the five of them into the room forcefully, Junsu tries to run out, he doesn’t want to live like this anymore, but an opaque smoke fills the room and Changmin curses.
When they wake up, they’re strapped back down to the examining tables and a light that’s much too bright for their eyes is emitting down on them.
Changmin is trying to break free from the straps, but is unable too. He turns his head to notice that Yoochun’s face has gone pale and his eyes are blank and dilated. Before he knows it, the man in the white lab coat is injecting a clear serum from a syringe into his immune system. His eyesight goes blurry for the slightest amount of time and he turns as pale as Yoochun and the rest of them.
‘Bring out test subject number six.’
One of the guards pushes a button, and the automatic door linking the room and a number of other rooms opens up. A little boy walks out; he looks to be about ten or so.
‘Changmin, tell him to kill himself.’ Changmin goes into the boy’s mind and rearranges his thoughts. The boy takes a knife from the table to the left of the room, right below the room where the man in the white lab coat is standing in. He slits his throat and the bloody knife falls to the floor, followed by his unmoving body.
Changmin would normally feel compassion for this boy, even though he was the one who killed him. He would have ran up to the little boy and tried to stop the bleeding even though it was futile. The man in the white lab coat brings his mouth to the microphone once more.
‘Yoochun, stop time please.’
Yoochun snaps his fingers and time stops, a guard walks in and drags the bloody corpse out.
They can’t escape anymore, the government has them under their leash and they’re not about to let the five of them go. But they can’t leave, their scarred for life, they’re all murderers. They’re being broken down, day by day, so that sooner or later, the man in the white lab coat won’t have to keep using the drugs anymore.
He smirks and walks away from the cells.
Changmin rests his head on Yoochun’s lap, deep in thought. Junsu and Jaejoong are asleep and Yunho is leaning on the same wall and Yoochun. The three of them are talking about escaping.
It’s twelve at night and Changmin realizes he’s fallen in love Yoochun. He’s amazed that love can even blossom in this kind of unforgiving place. He sits next to Yoochun and whispers in his ear. Tears are pooling in his eyes and Yoochun is beyond words.
'Me too..’
Yoochun falls asleep in Changmin’s lap and he runs his hand through Yoochun’s hair. It’s so silky and beautiful. Yoochun’s sleeping expression is exquisite, and this is the one moment in life he wishes he had a camera. Changmin stares at Yoochun, his snoring is charming and amiable, and he wonders if he had gotten away from the black suits that day, would he have ever still met Yoochun. Probably not.
When Yoochun wakes up, he notices Changmin’s sleeping expression is so attractive. Yoochun lifts his head to give him a saccharine peck on the lips, but Changmin wasn’t asleep. He crushed their lips together, Yoochun seeking for air, Changmin never letting go.
Yoochun pushes him away, trying to find his breath again. His lips are a bloody red and bruised.
‘Did I hurt you..?’
Yoochun crawls back to Changmin and wraps his arms around Changmin’s neck.
'No, I like it rough..’
Changmin smirks and their lips melt together; Yoochun gripping the material of Changmin’s shirt and Changmin running his hand through Yoochun’s hair. Before Changmin can take things a little further, a guard comes over to the cell and taps on the bars.
‘What a prick.’
'He was probably getting horny from seeing us go at it.’
Changmin laughs at Yoochun’s statement and he buries his face in Changmin’s chest.
‘You’re so alluring when you’re embarrassed.’
Yoochun giggles and Changmin wishes that they didn’t have to be subjected to this kind of torture. He wishes that they all could be let free, he wants to have a normal, affectionate life with Yoochun, and he wishes the same for Yunho and Jaejoong, and also for Junsu. Changmin curses and slams his fist on the glass wall, and crack appearing. Yunho jumps and the younger man apologizes for shocking him. Yunho observes the crack on the glass wall and a thought comes to mind.
‘Changmin, punch the wall again.’
Changmin complies and slams his fist once more on the wall, the crack getting longer and wider at the touch. Yunho grins and stands up. He walks over to the wall and kicks at the crack, it shatters, but none of the guards come. Junsu looks toward the where the guards converse and rest while checking up on the five of them.
‘They’re all asleep.’
‘Perfect.’
Yunho is able to squeeze through the crack. He wakes up Jaejoong and tells him to try using his power. Jaejoong moves his hand and the glass starts to melt.
‘Okay, so this is what we’re going to do...’
Jaejoong saunters over to the bars and sets them on fire, not a second too soon, Junsu moves his hand and ice is encasing the bars. Changmin stands up and kicks with all his strength, breaking the metal bars. Yunho lead them with Jaejoong’s hand in his, followed by Junsu, and in the back is Changmin tightly grasping Yoochun’s hand.
Yunho and Jaejoong are running, leading the group of five. Jaejoong is so frightened right now; he can’t seem to keep his thoughts in line. Yunho knows that they’re risking their lives again, he doesn’t want Jaejoong to be harmed, but also doesn’t want Jaejoong to have to live life as a test subject, he should be able to live a normal of a nineteen year-old. He should be able to go out and enjoy life, not have himself pumped with drugs and kept at an underground government base. He wants to be able to tell Jaejoong that he loves him at a park, where people can see their love radiating off each other.
Junsu wants to travel, his whole life he’s wanted to live at a place where they had palm trees. He loves seeing the light shimmering through the lined leaves of the tree. He loves feeling the warmth of the sun’s rays shining down on his body. He wants to travel to France and sightsee in the City of Lights, he wants to go to Japan so he can stand atop Tokyo Tower and shout out his name. Junsu wants to play soccer with his older brother and find his soul mate. He hopes that the person he’s destined to be with will be strong, caring, and affectionate toward him, and isn’t afraid to state their relationship in public.
Changmin’s only known Yoochun for roughly a year or so, but he knows that he wants to spend a lifetime with him. He wants to take Yoochun out to expensive restaurants, and shower him with endless adoration. He wants to be able to move Yoochun’s bangs out of his face when he’s sleeping, and be able to wake up to the sound of eggs frying and toast popping out of the toaster. He needs Yoochun to always be in his life and never leave, maybe just to buy the groceries. Changmin wants to cuddle with Yoochun on the couch and walk down the sidewalk proudly showing off his affection for the man he’s currently locking-hands with.
Jaejoong wants to settle down and get a pet, a dog or goldfish perhaps. He wants a one bedroom, one bathroom apartment and a car that can take him places. He needs Yunho in his life, to kiss his boo-boos and ruffle his hair. Jaejoong wants a normal life with Yunho, he wants to get married and have a private reception. Of course Yoochun, Changmin, and Junsu are going to be on the guest list. Jaejoong doesn’t want a life of secrecy; he wants everything to be out in the open. He wants to be able to hide his face in Yunho’s shoulder when it’s a bone-chilling scene of a movie their watching. He wants to hold hands with Yunho and go on the swings together, looping the chains.
Yoochun wants to build a life with Changmin. He wants wood blocks so he can build a little make-believe house so he and Changmin can live in it. He wants to be able to go to the movies with him and whenever it gets to a sad, heart-wrenching moment, he wants Changmin to embrace him and run his hand through Yoochun’s hair. Yoochun wants him to wrap his arms around Yoochun when they’re laying in bed, and whisper why he loves Yoochun. He wants to buy an apartment with Changmin, and write a lame love story with him. Yoochun wants to finish up the song of his life, with the last notes being Changmin’s smile, laugh, and playful personality. Yoochun needs to be able to show his love for Yoochun and not bottle anything up. He wants to yell when he’s angry, cry when he’s depressed, smile when he’s happy, and kiss Changmin when he wants to.
They’re almost at the end of the corridor, but the man in the white lab coat walks out, with no guards at his side. Yunho stops in his tracks and eyes the man, he signals for Yoochun to stop time, but the man in the white lab coat is slowly inching closer. Changmin looks into his thoughts and tells Yoochun to stop. Yunho looks back at him.
(Changmin, what are you doing?!)
(Yunho, he’s repenting.)
The man in the white lab coat walks up to Yunho and bends down onto his knees. He envelops Yunho into a warm embrace. He’s puzzled. The man lets go of Yunho and gives him a card.
‘Here, this card can unlock every room and corridor in this facility.’
‘Why are you doing this?’
‘Because I was just like you; I was captured and subjected to hours and hours on end of testing when I was your age. I know how it feels to be miserable at the expense of the government. And I don’t want the five of you to have to live through what I went through.’
The man pushes Yunho toward the end of the corridor.
‘Now go!’
The man shouts and the Yunho signals for the four of them to follow him. Yunho looks back at the man, the guards are coming.
(Thank you.)
The man in the white lab coat smiles and the five of them run toward the next corridor. He can hear the muffled sounds of gun shots and his heart cries out.
They make it to the last corridor and dash toward the door. The alarms are ringing through their ears and Junsu’s on the verge of tears. Jaejoong looks back and holds the younger boy’s hand, Junsu smiles at the gesture and bits the inside of his cheek to keep the tears from flowing out. Red lights are flashing and they can hear the guards running, about sixty or so seconds behind them, more than enough time to escape. Yunho slides the card down and the metal door latches click open. The five of them run outside, for the first time in one year, they can feel the sun’s rays radiating down on them.
Yunho still leading them runs down the street and looks back. The guards aren’t following them.
(They probably don’t want to let it be known that our government is corrupt and imprisoning children against their will to be made in weapons of warfare.)
The four of them laugh at Changmin’s statement and they walk down the street, the five of them linking arms.
Changmin and Yoochun found an apartment across from Yunho’s and Jaejoong’s apartment. They laugh about how noisy it’s going to be with each other as neighbors and Junsu walks down the apartment hallway chuckling whole-heartily. He’s going to be moving in with Yunho and Jaejoong until he can find an apartment of his own and a person he can share his life with.
The five of them are inseparable, and even though they know life has its obstacles, they’ll get through it all together, because their not only friends; they’re family now. They laugh before heading over to Yunho’s and Jaejoong’s apartment to have breakfast and watch Yunho and Jaejoong feeding each other, and Changmin and Junsu fighting over who gets the last waffle. Yoochun takes his camera, and captures this beautiful moment in time where they’re all smiles and merriment fills the room.
There's only ONE thing TWO say, THREE words, FOUR you.