2, 3, or 5 who really gives a shit they are on their own chosen path they didn’t ask you to follow it.
To be honest I could really careless what you think. BUT let me tell you something JYJ deserves respect I don’t care if you don’t like their music or them as people. They made their decision they faced the consequences and hey look they are still successful. I happen to find it inspiring that they decided to step up and follow their dreams and that they have the guts to write their own music. 2, 3, or 5 who really gives a “shit” they are on their own chosen path they didn’t ask you to follow it.
There are some memories you just can’t let go of. No matter how hard you try.
Let your memories grow stronger and stronger
Til they’re before your eyes
You’ll come back
When they call you
No need to say good bye
Friendship isn’t about whom you have known the longest. It’s about who came, and never left your side…
When he was broken, Junsu molded him back, fitting him back together like a puzzle, shards of shattered glass. Yoochun kissed and smoothed and petted, lips always warm with alcohol, and breath, heavy with rum and the scent of cigarette smoke.
Both had a fascination with his neck. Make-up gratifyingly covered what teeth marks had been made, and Jaejoong would always go through the trouble to hide them, because it felt so good, so sinful, to have two men, his two members, his brothers, men who transcended what blood brought humans together because of, doing this to him. Their touches burned love into his skin, when Junsu’s tongue trailed down his flat stomach, always chastising him to eat more, you’re starting to eat less than Yoochun now, and Yoochun would laugh and kiss him too, always the flighty lover.
On nights like these, he broke. Just for them to gather his body and kiss the tears away, a reminder that they all still existed.
He needed their love.