by the time yoochun wakes up, the sun is already red and his face is filled with the color of hate, mixed in with depression and a bit of jealousy. he’s green with envy and bursting pink with hilarity.

yoochun thinks about the color purple and then it hits him.

‘love?’

but he only shakes his head in a vain attempt to figure something ( Read more... )

(look at me), he tells him when he’s got him backed up against a cold metal wall. (fuck off, and let go).

(it’s my turn now, bitch).

changmin grabs yoochun’s chin and turns it. he licks the shell of his left ear and yoochun feels a cool breeze between his legs. changmin’s hand is jammed down his pants and yoochun pulls away in a flurry of harsh ( Read more... )

Have you ever seen it?

Yoochun has, maybe Junsu, and probably Jaejoong. He wanted to show Yunho and Changmin, but decided it was best not to.

‘Do you love me, do you love me?’

‘Do you love him, do you love him?’

Yoochun walked over to the mirror and took out a pink bobbing pin from the drawer.

He slid it over his bangs, and gently put his glasses ( Read more... )