Dear Diary~ [Page 45 - Yoochun]
[Page 45 - Yoochun] *explodes into Chun-sized pieces* I'm sorry everybody! DDx I haven't been able to write in FOREVAH. Not even my Haru Haru fic which I promised myself I would update every day. *is super-bricked* College has been keeping me busy. The only reason I found the time to write this is because my English class is depressing me and seeing the world through the pen of Chunface cheered me up. =D Please enjoy! *runs*
Dear Diary,
…
So…
…
Aaaahhhhh.
…
Today…I…
………
GAH!
I can’t do this anymore! WHY? WHY??? Every time I see him, I just want to sneak up behind Junsu and just…just….just…NYAH his great, giant, awesome, fun-filled BUTT of wonders until the sun goes down and rises again about eight hundred times and then do it again.
But…but…butt…
He’s mad at me.
Well, not mad at me, but he says he won’t speak to me without calling me “That Yoochun” until I apologize properly. And he won’t call me Chunnie til I do.
I like Chunnie… My Su…I’m sorry.
Waah! Why-WHY won’t he accept my apology? I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry….I’M SORRY for accidentally making out with Jaejoong!!
It’s all stupid Yunho’s fault. Yunho…….
Why-WHY couldn’t I figure out before this disaster that Yunho was still psychotically in love with Jaejoong? Was he just that good at hiding it? Was I too distracted by Junsu? Naaah. Couldn’t be.
Okay, I was totally excited for the music festival that was held only a few hours ago. I had a piece composed in honor of Junsu and I was soooo excited to sing it for him on stage in front everyone.
But I knew that I would get totally distracted by the awesome lyrics I wrote for the awesomer Junsu to actually sing it myself, so I asked Team Dong Junior team mate and Semi-Mini-Me Jonghyun to sing it while I played piano. I don’t think he got the secret meaning behind the lyrics.
My love aches for you
like the frosty reflection
of the moon on
summer lakes
Actually, that wasn’t the line I was worried about. It was this one and some others:
Hump-feathered ducks
swim in and out of your milky river.
Music to my sighs.
Music to your thighs.
I don’t think it was too obvious. Well, Jonghyun sang it beautifully, anyway.
At least Junsu got to hear my song before the incident so he could be happy for all of three minutes.
WHY?
I even told him the song was dedicated to him waaaay before I made out with Jaejoong. Come on. He should know I still love him, right?
Mmmm, I don’t think it’s really a matter of him thinking I don’t love him anymore. It’s more of a…property issue. See, Diary, it’s just like if I mowed the lawn of someone else’s house. But my lawn mower is only built for my one and only lawn ever on this earth.
I tried to explain this to Changmin when I started complaining to him again, but he gave me a weird look like, I don’t speak Chun, and went to the kitchen. Whatever. Only I understand Junsu Language. It was wrong. And I know it.
Gah, Changmin is so insensitive. So what if I always choose to use the bathroom for a really long time when I know he has to use it, too. And I always use his pillow to prop my feet up on the couch. And it’s always me that eats the last popsicle and leaves the empty box in the freezer. And I purposely take one of his socks out of the laundry basket so when Jaejoong finishes a load, he’ll have to tell him later that the dryer ate it.
And I leave his laptop on unplugged just to bug him. And I used to like to grab Junsu’s butt when that perfect creation of celestial matter is right in front of Changmin’s face.
I wanna move back home so I can do whatever I want without little Taemin people barging in all the time!!
And I snore. And I laugh at him for no reason. And I told Kibum that Changmin has tooth decay. And I steal his ties when mine won’t do. And I switch his belts with Jaejoong’s so he’ll think he’s gaining weight. And I poke him in all his tickle spots when he’s trying and succeeding…darn those muscles to be manly.
And I like to tell him that ramen noodles are made of eel sperm when he’s eating ramen noodles. And I like to tell him the internet will break if you google Google. And I like to tell him that having mismatched eyes is a sign of baldness in women.
He still shouldn’t be so insensitive.
It’s still all Yunho’s fault.
Right after my very, very fantastical performance of Junsu’s song at the music festival, I went backstage while Siwon and Sungmin were performing their own rendition of the Korean national anthem incorporating broken chopsticks and jazz, and saw Yunho fuming just outside Team Dong Junior’s dressing room where Heechul and Jaejoong were messing around.
Apparently, goofing around with the fluffy costumes and glitter in the back is an erotic activity. At least to Yunho.
So, he turned to me and was all like,
“Yoochun!”
No, wait. He said it more like “Yoo. Chun.” The scary way he speaks when he stubs his toe and chokes on Jaejoong’s cooking at the same time which he only just realizes has way too much wasabi again. Junsu is usually the first one that wanders into the kitchen right after that happens. He cries every time. I like to comfort him…
Anyway, Yunho sounded pissed, so he grabbed me by the collar as if I was the one playing around with his love interest and said,
“Yoo. Chun. Help me get Jaejoong back.”
At first, I really didn’t get what he meant. So after a few minutes of questioning-
(“Get Jaejoong back where?”
“To me.”
“To you here? Hey, Jaejoong!”
“No, stupid! Get him back TO ME.”
“Do you want revenge for something? What did he do?”
“No, not ‘Get him back.’ Help me get him BACK.”
“Does he owe you money?”
“No, but how much will it take you to shut up and just do what I say?”
“…50,000 won.”)
-it finally dawned on me… Yunho is still totally head over heels, balls over ears in love with Jaejoong.
Originally, he wanted me to hatch an elaborate, magnificent plan to get Jaejoong away from the Heechul menace and back into Yunho’s arms. Okay, he only said he wanted me to hatch a simple plan, but I added in a elaborate and magnificent spark to the whole thing because that’s who I am and I’m good at it.
It would’ve been great, too. All he had to do was fly to Switzerland, buy the most chocolate any human being has ever bought and then bring it back to Seoul. Then he would tantalize Heechul with its chocolaty goodness. Heechul would then ignore Jaejoong for the time being in honor of the best brown food on this earth and indulge in the chocolate.
But because this plan is not only magnificent, it is elaborate, the chocolate would be laced in poison. It wouldn’t kill Heechul, but he’d become addicted to every single bite until he had eaten the entire batch. Then he’d be all happy and satisfied and ready to play with Jaejoong again…UNTIL he gets a good glimpse of himself in a strategically placed nearby mirror and screams in horror the acne-infested, overweight monster before him.
Then Heechul would scamper off with only Hankyung to heal his pain and Jaejoong would be all Yunho’s.
But nooo. That plan was too “dumb.”
Yunho was delusional enough to believe that Heechul was as infatuated with Jaejoong as he is, so he wanted me to act like I was Jaejoong’s boyfriend.
Me. ME. Not Yunho. But me.
Psssh. Don’t look at me with your beady little eyes, Diary. It was Yunho’s personal request. I didn’t want him to give me that…look, so I did what he said.
Now, you may be wondering, how did Jaejoong feel about all this?
Well, he certainly didn’t know about our Yunho’s plan. I mean if the whole Switzerland thing didn’t work out, my Plan B was for Yunho to just tell Jaejoong he loves him.
But nooooooo. Yunho saw no logic in that. So I walked up to Jaejoong while Heechul went to the bathroom and just asked him to act like my boyfriend for the night. He said okay.
…
What? Jaejoong is weird and as his friend, I accept him for who he is. Don’t judge him.
Junsu was hanging out with Eunhyuk somewhere in the dressing room on the opposite side of the stage for a while (It was his job to distract Eunhyuk and Kibum’s job to distract Donghae.) so I felt confident that he wouldn’t have to misinterpret anything strange he might have seen between me and Jaejoong.
Ugh. I had to stand weirdly close to him and stroke his shoulder and whisper next to (next to, not in, because that sensation is reserved for Susu) his ear. And Heechul didn’t catch any hints. I mean, he refused to catch a fricking hint, which is the catalyst to my ultimate downfall.
He returned from the bathroom and totally bit Jaejoong on the neck while, at the request of Jung Yunho, I had my hand shoved down his back pocket. (DISAPPOINTMENT. THERE IS NOTHING THERE!!!!!!)
I mean, what hint was Heechul supposed to catch, anyway? Anyone could see he wasn’t lusting after a piece of Mr. Big Eyes, Broad Shoulders and No Butt. He just being playful.
What’s wrong with Yunho? He’s ready to bite concrete at the sight of one of his good friends “flirting” with his man, but he encourages his roommate to rub all over said man to get said good friend away from said man? He makes no sense. Switzerland would’ve worked.
The next part, I am ashamed of.
Heechul just wouldn’t go away. Kept wanting to practice his duet with Jaejoong even though they had already both performed their version of the Gee dance on stage a long time ago.
I just wanted to get the plan over with and Jaejoong wanted to help with whatever it was he didn’t know I was plotting, so we kind of mutually came up with the idea.
Aish. Never mesh brains with Kim Jaejoong. Or Jung Yunho. They make you do strange things.
And so we made out right in front of Heechul.
And to the soundtrack of Hankyung performing Swan Lake echoing from the stage.
I don’t even know where or when Junsu came in, but I just remember hearing dolphin squeals ringing in my ears and his wonderful behind storming off in the opposite direction.
I’m sorry, Su!
Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu.
SUPER HAND CRAMP, but I don’t care. That is how much I’m sorry and want him back.
Yunho even told him what happened when we got back home but he’s still mad at me for even agreeing to such a stupid plan. I tried to tell him! I tried to tell everyone that Switzerland kicked so much more butt.
But anyway, Heechul saw it, thought it was kinda weird and wandered off to watch Hankyung’s performance. Flaky.
And Yunho still didn’t have Jaejoong in his arms. (STUPID plan! Mine was soooo much better. Even my Plan B was less sucky than whatever went through Yunho’s mind.)
Did I mention that Yunho’s existence in general demonstrates about the biggest piece of FAIL I’ve ever seen in my entire life? Well, when it was his turn to represent Team Super Bang in the music festival, he froze.
Jung. Yunho. Froze. On. Stage.
Like…..whoa?
I guess he was too busy sulking over Jaejoong to remember his own choreography. I’d say, “Poor kid,” or “I wish him happiness and warmth,” but I’m sitting here in the bathroom that Yoona just cleaned earlier today Su-less and Yunho refused to acknowledge my totally amazing Plan A and Plan B, so no sympathy for him.
He’s the one who should be happy right now. Because right after he stared blankly out into the audience while some song that reminded me of chess continued to play over the speakers, something in him snapped.
He just marched over to the side of the stage where me and Jaejoong were standing, (Me complaining to Changmin and Jaejoong wondering what the heck Yunho was doing) brought him out on stage, spotlights and all, and kissed him dead on the mouth.
See? My Plan B would’ve worked. And Plan Switzerland. Magnificence.
Hey...HEY!!! Taemin, Key, Jonghyun, Onew and Minho were TOTALLY watching the whole thing. If Yunho can taste Jaejoong's face in front of hundreds of people and minors, why, WHY can't I bang the daylights out of Junsu in someone else's apartment????
Whatever. Now they’re all lovey dovey, the Dong Bang Fundraisers are over and Leeteuk is still confused on which team won after Yunho’s stunt because the crowd went into fawning hysterics and Junsu has yet to call me “Chunnie.”
…
And now I’m just sitting in the bathroom sprawled on top of the toilet with the lid down and one foot propped all the way on the sink beside me totally naked because I’m too depressed to get dressed and go to bed to dream about NOT touching my Su.
What’s wrong with my life?
…
CRAP! Someone’s coming in! Why was I too depressed to lock the door?? This no my Su thing is driving me craaaaazy! GAH! I don’t want Jonghyun to see little big Me. Ahh!
What’s wrong with my liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiife??
SUPER HAND CRAMP!
…
It’s not Jonghyun.
It’s Junsu.
…
Seems like he likes what he sees.
…
And I think I’ve just been forgiven.
…
And I’m about to take a second shower…
~VERY happy Chun
~And even HAPPIER Su
Turn the page~ Page 44 - Junsu || Page 46 - Jaejoong
Dear Diary,
…
So…
…
Aaaahhhhh.
…
Today…I…
………
GAH!
I can’t do this anymore! WHY? WHY??? Every time I see him, I just want to sneak up behind Junsu and just…just….just…NYAH his great, giant, awesome, fun-filled BUTT of wonders until the sun goes down and rises again about eight hundred times and then do it again.
But…but…butt…
He’s mad at me.
Well, not mad at me, but he says he won’t speak to me without calling me “That Yoochun” until I apologize properly. And he won’t call me Chunnie til I do.
I like Chunnie… My Su…I’m sorry.
Waah! Why-WHY won’t he accept my apology? I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry….I’M SORRY for accidentally making out with Jaejoong!!
It’s all stupid Yunho’s fault. Yunho…….
Why-WHY couldn’t I figure out before this disaster that Yunho was still psychotically in love with Jaejoong? Was he just that good at hiding it? Was I too distracted by Junsu? Naaah. Couldn’t be.
Okay, I was totally excited for the music festival that was held only a few hours ago. I had a piece composed in honor of Junsu and I was soooo excited to sing it for him on stage in front everyone.
But I knew that I would get totally distracted by the awesome lyrics I wrote for the awesomer Junsu to actually sing it myself, so I asked Team Dong Junior team mate and Semi-Mini-Me Jonghyun to sing it while I played piano. I don’t think he got the secret meaning behind the lyrics.
My love aches for you
like the frosty reflection
of the moon on
summer lakes
Actually, that wasn’t the line I was worried about. It was this one and some others:
Hump-feathered ducks
swim in and out of your milky river.
Music to my sighs.
Music to your thighs.
I don’t think it was too obvious. Well, Jonghyun sang it beautifully, anyway.
At least Junsu got to hear my song before the incident so he could be happy for all of three minutes.
WHY?
I even told him the song was dedicated to him waaaay before I made out with Jaejoong. Come on. He should know I still love him, right?
Mmmm, I don’t think it’s really a matter of him thinking I don’t love him anymore. It’s more of a…property issue. See, Diary, it’s just like if I mowed the lawn of someone else’s house. But my lawn mower is only built for my one and only lawn ever on this earth.
I tried to explain this to Changmin when I started complaining to him again, but he gave me a weird look like, I don’t speak Chun, and went to the kitchen. Whatever. Only I understand Junsu Language. It was wrong. And I know it.
Gah, Changmin is so insensitive. So what if I always choose to use the bathroom for a really long time when I know he has to use it, too. And I always use his pillow to prop my feet up on the couch. And it’s always me that eats the last popsicle and leaves the empty box in the freezer. And I purposely take one of his socks out of the laundry basket so when Jaejoong finishes a load, he’ll have to tell him later that the dryer ate it.
And I leave his laptop on unplugged just to bug him. And I used to like to grab Junsu’s butt when that perfect creation of celestial matter is right in front of Changmin’s face.
I wanna move back home so I can do whatever I want without little Taemin people barging in all the time!!
And I snore. And I laugh at him for no reason. And I told Kibum that Changmin has tooth decay. And I steal his ties when mine won’t do. And I switch his belts with Jaejoong’s so he’ll think he’s gaining weight. And I poke him in all his tickle spots when he’s trying and succeeding…darn those muscles to be manly.
And I like to tell him that ramen noodles are made of eel sperm when he’s eating ramen noodles. And I like to tell him the internet will break if you google Google. And I like to tell him that having mismatched eyes is a sign of baldness in women.
He still shouldn’t be so insensitive.
It’s still all Yunho’s fault.
Right after my very, very fantastical performance of Junsu’s song at the music festival, I went backstage while Siwon and Sungmin were performing their own rendition of the Korean national anthem incorporating broken chopsticks and jazz, and saw Yunho fuming just outside Team Dong Junior’s dressing room where Heechul and Jaejoong were messing around.
Apparently, goofing around with the fluffy costumes and glitter in the back is an erotic activity. At least to Yunho.
So, he turned to me and was all like,
“Yoochun!”
No, wait. He said it more like “Yoo. Chun.” The scary way he speaks when he stubs his toe and chokes on Jaejoong’s cooking at the same time which he only just realizes has way too much wasabi again. Junsu is usually the first one that wanders into the kitchen right after that happens. He cries every time. I like to comfort him…
Anyway, Yunho sounded pissed, so he grabbed me by the collar as if I was the one playing around with his love interest and said,
“Yoo. Chun. Help me get Jaejoong back.”
At first, I really didn’t get what he meant. So after a few minutes of questioning-
(“Get Jaejoong back where?”
“To me.”
“To you here? Hey, Jaejoong!”
“No, stupid! Get him back TO ME.”
“Do you want revenge for something? What did he do?”
“No, not ‘Get him back.’ Help me get him BACK.”
“Does he owe you money?”
“No, but how much will it take you to shut up and just do what I say?”
“…50,000 won.”)
-it finally dawned on me… Yunho is still totally head over heels, balls over ears in love with Jaejoong.
Originally, he wanted me to hatch an elaborate, magnificent plan to get Jaejoong away from the Heechul menace and back into Yunho’s arms. Okay, he only said he wanted me to hatch a simple plan, but I added in a elaborate and magnificent spark to the whole thing because that’s who I am and I’m good at it.
It would’ve been great, too. All he had to do was fly to Switzerland, buy the most chocolate any human being has ever bought and then bring it back to Seoul. Then he would tantalize Heechul with its chocolaty goodness. Heechul would then ignore Jaejoong for the time being in honor of the best brown food on this earth and indulge in the chocolate.
But because this plan is not only magnificent, it is elaborate, the chocolate would be laced in poison. It wouldn’t kill Heechul, but he’d become addicted to every single bite until he had eaten the entire batch. Then he’d be all happy and satisfied and ready to play with Jaejoong again…UNTIL he gets a good glimpse of himself in a strategically placed nearby mirror and screams in horror the acne-infested, overweight monster before him.
Then Heechul would scamper off with only Hankyung to heal his pain and Jaejoong would be all Yunho’s.
But nooo. That plan was too “dumb.”
Yunho was delusional enough to believe that Heechul was as infatuated with Jaejoong as he is, so he wanted me to act like I was Jaejoong’s boyfriend.
Me. ME. Not Yunho. But me.
Psssh. Don’t look at me with your beady little eyes, Diary. It was Yunho’s personal request. I didn’t want him to give me that…look, so I did what he said.
Now, you may be wondering, how did Jaejoong feel about all this?
Well, he certainly didn’t know about our Yunho’s plan. I mean if the whole Switzerland thing didn’t work out, my Plan B was for Yunho to just tell Jaejoong he loves him.
But nooooooo. Yunho saw no logic in that. So I walked up to Jaejoong while Heechul went to the bathroom and just asked him to act like my boyfriend for the night. He said okay.
…
What? Jaejoong is weird and as his friend, I accept him for who he is. Don’t judge him.
Junsu was hanging out with Eunhyuk somewhere in the dressing room on the opposite side of the stage for a while (It was his job to distract Eunhyuk and Kibum’s job to distract Donghae.) so I felt confident that he wouldn’t have to misinterpret anything strange he might have seen between me and Jaejoong.
Ugh. I had to stand weirdly close to him and stroke his shoulder and whisper next to (next to, not in, because that sensation is reserved for Susu) his ear. And Heechul didn’t catch any hints. I mean, he refused to catch a fricking hint, which is the catalyst to my ultimate downfall.
He returned from the bathroom and totally bit Jaejoong on the neck while, at the request of Jung Yunho, I had my hand shoved down his back pocket. (DISAPPOINTMENT. THERE IS NOTHING THERE!!!!!!)
I mean, what hint was Heechul supposed to catch, anyway? Anyone could see he wasn’t lusting after a piece of Mr. Big Eyes, Broad Shoulders and No Butt. He just being playful.
What’s wrong with Yunho? He’s ready to bite concrete at the sight of one of his good friends “flirting” with his man, but he encourages his roommate to rub all over said man to get said good friend away from said man? He makes no sense. Switzerland would’ve worked.
The next part, I am ashamed of.
Heechul just wouldn’t go away. Kept wanting to practice his duet with Jaejoong even though they had already both performed their version of the Gee dance on stage a long time ago.
I just wanted to get the plan over with and Jaejoong wanted to help with whatever it was he didn’t know I was plotting, so we kind of mutually came up with the idea.
Aish. Never mesh brains with Kim Jaejoong. Or Jung Yunho. They make you do strange things.
And so we made out right in front of Heechul.
And to the soundtrack of Hankyung performing Swan Lake echoing from the stage.
I don’t even know where or when Junsu came in, but I just remember hearing dolphin squeals ringing in my ears and his wonderful behind storming off in the opposite direction.
I’m sorry, Su!
Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu.
SUPER HAND CRAMP, but I don’t care. That is how much I’m sorry and want him back.
Yunho even told him what happened when we got back home but he’s still mad at me for even agreeing to such a stupid plan. I tried to tell him! I tried to tell everyone that Switzerland kicked so much more butt.
But anyway, Heechul saw it, thought it was kinda weird and wandered off to watch Hankyung’s performance. Flaky.
And Yunho still didn’t have Jaejoong in his arms. (STUPID plan! Mine was soooo much better. Even my Plan B was less sucky than whatever went through Yunho’s mind.)
Did I mention that Yunho’s existence in general demonstrates about the biggest piece of FAIL I’ve ever seen in my entire life? Well, when it was his turn to represent Team Super Bang in the music festival, he froze.
Jung. Yunho. Froze. On. Stage.
Like…..whoa?
I guess he was too busy sulking over Jaejoong to remember his own choreography. I’d say, “Poor kid,” or “I wish him happiness and warmth,” but I’m sitting here in the bathroom that Yoona just cleaned earlier today Su-less and Yunho refused to acknowledge my totally amazing Plan A and Plan B, so no sympathy for him.
He’s the one who should be happy right now. Because right after he stared blankly out into the audience while some song that reminded me of chess continued to play over the speakers, something in him snapped.
He just marched over to the side of the stage where me and Jaejoong were standing, (Me complaining to Changmin and Jaejoong wondering what the heck Yunho was doing) brought him out on stage, spotlights and all, and kissed him dead on the mouth.
See? My Plan B would’ve worked. And Plan Switzerland. Magnificence.
Hey...HEY!!! Taemin, Key, Jonghyun, Onew and Minho were TOTALLY watching the whole thing. If Yunho can taste Jaejoong's face in front of hundreds of people and minors, why, WHY can't I bang the daylights out of Junsu in someone else's apartment????
Whatever. Now they’re all lovey dovey, the Dong Bang Fundraisers are over and Leeteuk is still confused on which team won after Yunho’s stunt because the crowd went into fawning hysterics and Junsu has yet to call me “Chunnie.”
…
And now I’m just sitting in the bathroom sprawled on top of the toilet with the lid down and one foot propped all the way on the sink beside me totally naked because I’m too depressed to get dressed and go to bed to dream about NOT touching my Su.
What’s wrong with my life?
…
CRAP! Someone’s coming in! Why was I too depressed to lock the door?? This no my Su thing is driving me craaaaazy! GAH! I don’t want Jonghyun to see little big Me. Ahh!
What’s wrong with my liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiife??
SUPER HAND CRAMP!
…
It’s not Jonghyun.
It’s Junsu.
…
Seems like he likes what he sees.
…
And I think I’ve just been forgiven.
…
And I’m about to take a second shower…
~VERY happy Chun
~And even HAPPIER Su
Turn the page~ Page 44 - Junsu || Page 46 - Jaejoong