[Fic] Falling (Stupid for You) : 6/?
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lotus_beautyTitle: Falling (Stupid for You)
Author: LotusBeauty
Type: Multi-chapter
Rating: PG-13 to NC-17
Pairings: JaeSu (among others), bff!JaeChun
Genre: AU-college!fic, comedy, drama, fluff etc
Summary: Jaejoong always loved art, that much was obvious. But his usual forte is pencil drawing. When he finds out he has to take photography for digital arts to graduate for his major, he takes on the challenge with an open mind. On a hike, he catches someone in his camera lens he never anticipated. Then he keeps seeing the guy everywhere. When that certain someone comes to a gallery he participates in, Jaejoong never expects him to agree to the hasty proposition he jokingly offers.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never were, but a girl can dream through fiction.
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1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6: in which actions have consequences
Jaejoong and Keita had somehow attached themselves to one another last year. Keita had said ‘nice boots,’ which Jaejoong thought was one of the dumbest conversation starters he’d ever heard. That is, until he turned to see Keita’s boots and actually had to say the same thing. From there, they’d somehow managed to hit it off. Micky said they were both broken in the head, which was probably true, but maybe that was why they got along. But in the year and some that they’d known one another, Jaejoong had only gone to a few of Keita’s soccer games. Keita would always ask if he was going to come, but something usually came up or Jaejoong got distracted working on art and forgot to go. This year, he was determined to try to make it to more of Keita’s games, but his friend apparently didn’t hold it against him. He would just complain at him in return.
“But I wanted that jersey number!” Keita whined at Jaejoong before the artist shoved a spoonful of stew in his mouth to shut him the hell up.
“I don’t see what big of deal the number makes,” Jaejoong replied with a roll of his eyes. He knew full well that the number Keita had wanted was 10 and that it was ‘supposedly’ given to the best player, but he enjoyed teasing Keita about it.
“But I waaaaaanted iiiiiiiiit!” Keita whined louder. Jaejoong assumed that meant he wanted more food, so he pulled out a bowl and shoveled stew in it to shut Keita up for a bit longer.
“And this has… what to do with Philosophy?” Jaejoong asked, reminding Keita why he was there.
“But we’re done studying! I’ve been wanting to tell you more all night,” Keita grumbled into his bowl. “Stupid Junsu stole the number from me.”
“Who?” Jaejoong asked absentmindedly as he wondered if he should eat now, or wait til Micky got home later. He wasn’t really that hungry…
“Junsu Kim! Everyone says he’s got great footwork on the field and is a nice guy—and he is! Don’t get me wrong…”
“But you wanted it and now you’re mad you didn’t get it.” Jaejoong finished for him. “Well, don’t take it out on him. Or me for that matter.”
“I’m not that kind of guy,” Keita muttered as he took another bite.
“Never said you were,” Jaejoong told him with a smile. He patted Keita’s shoulder and bent down to kiss his cheek. “Why did our relationship not work again?”
Keita snorted. “Because an hour after we met we were making out in the parking structure of the mall on our way to get drinks?”
“Right, we’re idiots,” Jaejoong confirmed to hear Keita chuckle and turned back to put his stew on low so he could have some later. “Want me to buy you a coffee?”
“Really?” It was almost like Keita’s ears perked up at the suggestion.
“Might as well.” Jaejoong shrugged and turned to Keita. “Finish that—” he paused as Keita shoveled what was left into his mouth. “Never mind.” Maybe that was why they broke up. Keita never stopped to really savor food most of the time (or anything else for that matter) and it annoyed Jaejoong. “Come on, let’s get you some caffeine before you start bitching about numbers again.”
Jaejoong managed to drive them to the café without having to sit through too much complaining and soon Keita was hugging a grande soy latte between his hands and sipping happily. Micky was shaking his head at them as he went over notes for one of his classes and Changmin looked amused at how happy Keita was to have caffeine.
“Whyyyyyy do you guys have to come here and bug me after I finally finished with my tutoring job and was relaxing?” Micky complained in annoyance.
“Studying is relaxing?” Keita asked with a glance to Jaejoong who shook his head in amusement.
Micky stared at him for a moment. “Yes,” he concluded and went back to staring at his notes as Jaejoong gave him a disbelieving look. He sighed. “Fine, studying is better than trying to force feed English to exchange students, okay?” he admitted and Jaejoong grinned.
“I’ll buy you a drink, come on.” He tugged Micky up, who acted like he didn’t care, but Jaejoong knew the cheapo would enjoy not having to pay for a drink.
They were walking over to the counter when Kumi passed in front of him them in what looked like almost nothing and Micky gaped as Jaejoong glanced over to see they were next to Yunho, who was also drooling like no tomorrow. Kumi wore a tiny tank top over a bra that was clearly worn to be shown, with tiny black shorts and dark red, heeled boots. It looked like she was ready for a night of clubbing. Jaejoong had to admit, if he saw his mystery guy in short shorts with that ass of his, he might be drooling too (situation pending of course… or not).
“That is so not fair,” Yunho grumbled and took a sip of his drink.
“It’s a chick, so what?” Jaejoong asked. Keita shrugged.
“Stop being so gay,” Micky muttered in annoyance. “At least appreciate her sexy,” he demanded.
“You look very nice today, Kumi,” he called, teasing Micky with his obvious lack of overtures.
Kumi glanced over her shoulder at him. “Why, thank you, Jaejoong,” she replied with a smile before she noticed Micky next to him and the smile faded to annoyance as she turned back around, hair whipping past.
Micky groaned and leaned on Jaejoong’s shoulder, burying his face in it as he muttered something intelligible.
Jaejoong frowned at him as the sound seemed horribly familiar. “Did you just come in your pants?” he asked as he and Keita both glanced down at them.
Micky’s head whipped up. “What? No! What the hell made you think that?”
“Well, the sound you made…”
Yunho leaned closer from the other side of Jaejoong and frowned. “You came in your pants?”
Micky opened his mouth to deny it as Changmin leaned over the counter.
“Did you really jizz in your pants?” he asked in disbelief.
Kumi stared at the three of them in disgust and Micky snapped. “No, I did NOT jizz in my pants!” he hissed angrily at Changmin.
Kumi took her drink as she rolled her eyes. “As if anyone would believe that.”
“Listen you! I’m not here to be—” he was cut short as she walked up to him and stared right up into his eyes.
“Don’t lie, you know you want to,” Kumi murmured as she reached up to trace a hand down his cheek with a teasing smile. She then let go of him before she walked to the door and paused there for a moment. With a sparkle of deviousness in her eyes, she lifted her coffee cup and gave the side a seductive lick before she winked and left.
Jaejoong was pretty sure that Micky’s jaw was accompanying Yunho’s on the floor.
“Fuck this. I give up,” Micky threw his hands in the air and turned to go back to the table. “She’s nothing but a goddamn tease.”
“Do you still want a drink?” Jaejoong asked, feeling a bit bad about the whole episode.
“Black coffee,” Micky grumbled in annoyance.
“He’s gonna be up all night if I get that,” Jaejoong muttered.
“You could occupy him.”
Jaejoong stared at Yunho for his suggestion and Keita shrugged, no help at all.
“Figured you might have a kind of relationship like I have,” Yunho murmured as he wandered away and Jaejoong turned the idea over in his mind. Would it be wrong to take Micky’s mind off of things that way? He shrugged and ordered the drink. If Micky wanted something, he would ask for it later. Jaejoong wasn’t going to push it from him.
But it seemed he wouldn’t have to. Micky studied like a demon for the next hour or so and when they got home, he threw his things on the couch and pinned Jaejoong to the wall.
Jaejoong didn’t let him say a word, catching his lips in a kiss before he could ask. He flipped their positions and smirked at Micky when the kiss ended before he pressed a line of kisses down Micky’s neck. Jaejoong continued over his collar bones to distract his roommate as his fingers carefully worked at his jeans. He lightly bit at Micky’s collar bone as he got the zipper down and let his roommate’s jeans fall to the floor.
“Jaejoong, you shouldn’t…” he trailed off as he watched Jaejoong slip down his torso to rest on his knees.
“What if I want to?” Jaejoong asked in reply, pressing a kiss to Micky’s navel as he slipped his fingers over the waistband of Micky’s boxers to slide them down. Micky needed this, and Jaejoong somehow felt a little guilty at having misinterpreted his reactions in the coffee shop. Besides, Micky was never difficult when he was needy and Jaejoong didn’t mind helping him out.
He leaned forward to tease his tongue down Micky’s length to hear the young man hiss in reply. Micky sighed his name as he took in the tip, sucking lightly as he used his tongue and hand to work over the young man’s cock as he took just a bit more in at a time. He felt a hand drop onto his shoulder and move to the back of his neck. Micky’s fingers tensed on his neck as Jaejoong worked his tongue just the way he liked and a soft moan echoed in the room. Jaejoong didn’t realize how turned on he was until he moaned in response, cock twitching in his own pants.
Micky’s hand tugged on his neck then and he pulled back to let the cock slip from his mouth to glance up and found himself being drawn to his feet. Jaejoong’s eyes fell closed at the kiss Micky pressed to his lips before he felt hands tugging his shirt up. He broke the kiss to pull it off and found himself pushed up against the wall, facing it as Micky held him from behind. A hand rubbed him through his pants and he whimpered in response. Fuck, why did he want this? Maybe he needed it just as much. Micky’s hands made quick work of his pants and underwear, pushing them down as he stepped out of them to feel all of Micky pressed against his back.
“Don’t move,” his husky voice whispered in Jaejoong’s ear to make him shiver before the body heat disappeared. Jaejoong heard a drawer open and the young man rifle through it before he returned and a slick finger slid into him, joined by another soon after. Jaejoong’s fingers curled into fists as he waited impatiently, his hips rolling back against the friction. Micky hummed in response as he knew what Jaejoong really wanted.
The fingers withdrew and Jaejoong realized he had nothing to hold onto as Micky pressed into him. He considered it a challenge and rolled his hips back as Micky moaned against his shoulder and began to move. His pace quickened as Jaejoong found himself panting against the wall as his fingers curled again and his body tried to find the right position—there—his mouth dropped open as his back arched just right for Micky’s angle to hit just what he wanted. He moaned as Micky hit it again, and again, and Jaejoong felt his body shiver as a curse slipped from his lips, the pleasure building up at the base of his spine. A whimper escaped him—he was so close. He didn’t expect the teeth that bit into his shoulder and moaned as he spilled himself against the wall, shuddering as he tried to stay upright.
Micky followed soon after, his own cry echoing off the walls before he slumped against his tired roommate, both panting to catch their breath. Jaejoong finally nudged Micky as his body started to feel stiff and Micky heaved a sigh as he pulled back. Knowing he would have to clean up, Jaejoong didn’t bother looking at the wall and sighed in relief as he turned around to lean back on it. Micky moved closer to lean up against him and steal a kiss.
“I have a feeling this might be the last.” Micky said softly as Jaejoong pushed a lock of hair away from Micky’s forehead.
“Why do you say that?” he asked, knowing exactly what Micky meant.
“Don’t be stupid. You know you like him,” Micky replied with a ghost of a smile and tugged him away to the couch.
Jaejoong didn’t get a chance to reply as Micky turned the TV on for background noise and they both curled up under a blanket.
“I don’t even know if he’s interested in me, let alone guys,” Jaejoong muttered once they were situated comfortably. “And if he is, who says he wouldn’t be interested in you too?”
Micky chuckled. “Make up your mind Jae, before I make it up for you.”
Jaejoong sighed and lapsed into silence for a moment. “Do you really think I should go after him?” he asked quietly as he thought about the young man in the photograph.
“Why the hell not? You don’t have anything to lose, and either way, I’ll still be your best friend.”
“Why so encouraging?” Jaejoong looked up into Micky’s eyes to see him glance away.
“At least one of us should have a proper relationship,” he replied softly.
“You really liked her, didn’t you?” Jaejoong breathed as Micky refused to answer. Maybe he’d made the wrong decision.
Micky hugged him close then, his eyes frustrated and angry. “I did.” Then after a moment his eyes closed. “Thank you.”
Jaejoong hugged Micky tightly and kissed his cheek. “We should take a shower,” he suggested quietly.
“In a little while.”
“And I made stew.”
“After the shower.”
“Okay.”
~***~
Whiny Keita is brought to you by the letter K, the number 10 and Shrek 3 in Japanese ;D Next part up as soon as I get it edited because some of you seem to be impatient for JaeSu to meet XD
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Author: LotusBeauty
Type: Multi-chapter
Rating: PG-13 to NC-17
Pairings: JaeSu (among others), bff!JaeChun
Genre: AU-college!fic, comedy, drama, fluff etc
Summary: Jaejoong always loved art, that much was obvious. But his usual forte is pencil drawing. When he finds out he has to take photography for digital arts to graduate for his major, he takes on the challenge with an open mind. On a hike, he catches someone in his camera lens he never anticipated. Then he keeps seeing the guy everywhere. When that certain someone comes to a gallery he participates in, Jaejoong never expects him to agree to the hasty proposition he jokingly offers.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never were, but a girl can dream through fiction.
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1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6: in which actions have consequences
Jaejoong and Keita had somehow attached themselves to one another last year. Keita had said ‘nice boots,’ which Jaejoong thought was one of the dumbest conversation starters he’d ever heard. That is, until he turned to see Keita’s boots and actually had to say the same thing. From there, they’d somehow managed to hit it off. Micky said they were both broken in the head, which was probably true, but maybe that was why they got along. But in the year and some that they’d known one another, Jaejoong had only gone to a few of Keita’s soccer games. Keita would always ask if he was going to come, but something usually came up or Jaejoong got distracted working on art and forgot to go. This year, he was determined to try to make it to more of Keita’s games, but his friend apparently didn’t hold it against him. He would just complain at him in return.
“But I wanted that jersey number!” Keita whined at Jaejoong before the artist shoved a spoonful of stew in his mouth to shut him the hell up.
“I don’t see what big of deal the number makes,” Jaejoong replied with a roll of his eyes. He knew full well that the number Keita had wanted was 10 and that it was ‘supposedly’ given to the best player, but he enjoyed teasing Keita about it.
“But I waaaaaanted iiiiiiiiit!” Keita whined louder. Jaejoong assumed that meant he wanted more food, so he pulled out a bowl and shoveled stew in it to shut Keita up for a bit longer.
“And this has… what to do with Philosophy?” Jaejoong asked, reminding Keita why he was there.
“But we’re done studying! I’ve been wanting to tell you more all night,” Keita grumbled into his bowl. “Stupid Junsu stole the number from me.”
“Who?” Jaejoong asked absentmindedly as he wondered if he should eat now, or wait til Micky got home later. He wasn’t really that hungry…
“Junsu Kim! Everyone says he’s got great footwork on the field and is a nice guy—and he is! Don’t get me wrong…”
“But you wanted it and now you’re mad you didn’t get it.” Jaejoong finished for him. “Well, don’t take it out on him. Or me for that matter.”
“I’m not that kind of guy,” Keita muttered as he took another bite.
“Never said you were,” Jaejoong told him with a smile. He patted Keita’s shoulder and bent down to kiss his cheek. “Why did our relationship not work again?”
Keita snorted. “Because an hour after we met we were making out in the parking structure of the mall on our way to get drinks?”
“Right, we’re idiots,” Jaejoong confirmed to hear Keita chuckle and turned back to put his stew on low so he could have some later. “Want me to buy you a coffee?”
“Really?” It was almost like Keita’s ears perked up at the suggestion.
“Might as well.” Jaejoong shrugged and turned to Keita. “Finish that—” he paused as Keita shoveled what was left into his mouth. “Never mind.” Maybe that was why they broke up. Keita never stopped to really savor food most of the time (or anything else for that matter) and it annoyed Jaejoong. “Come on, let’s get you some caffeine before you start bitching about numbers again.”
Jaejoong managed to drive them to the café without having to sit through too much complaining and soon Keita was hugging a grande soy latte between his hands and sipping happily. Micky was shaking his head at them as he went over notes for one of his classes and Changmin looked amused at how happy Keita was to have caffeine.
“Whyyyyyy do you guys have to come here and bug me after I finally finished with my tutoring job and was relaxing?” Micky complained in annoyance.
“Studying is relaxing?” Keita asked with a glance to Jaejoong who shook his head in amusement.
Micky stared at him for a moment. “Yes,” he concluded and went back to staring at his notes as Jaejoong gave him a disbelieving look. He sighed. “Fine, studying is better than trying to force feed English to exchange students, okay?” he admitted and Jaejoong grinned.
“I’ll buy you a drink, come on.” He tugged Micky up, who acted like he didn’t care, but Jaejoong knew the cheapo would enjoy not having to pay for a drink.
They were walking over to the counter when Kumi passed in front of him them in what looked like almost nothing and Micky gaped as Jaejoong glanced over to see they were next to Yunho, who was also drooling like no tomorrow. Kumi wore a tiny tank top over a bra that was clearly worn to be shown, with tiny black shorts and dark red, heeled boots. It looked like she was ready for a night of clubbing. Jaejoong had to admit, if he saw his mystery guy in short shorts with that ass of his, he might be drooling too (situation pending of course… or not).
“That is so not fair,” Yunho grumbled and took a sip of his drink.
“It’s a chick, so what?” Jaejoong asked. Keita shrugged.
“Stop being so gay,” Micky muttered in annoyance. “At least appreciate her sexy,” he demanded.
“You look very nice today, Kumi,” he called, teasing Micky with his obvious lack of overtures.
Kumi glanced over her shoulder at him. “Why, thank you, Jaejoong,” she replied with a smile before she noticed Micky next to him and the smile faded to annoyance as she turned back around, hair whipping past.
Micky groaned and leaned on Jaejoong’s shoulder, burying his face in it as he muttered something intelligible.
Jaejoong frowned at him as the sound seemed horribly familiar. “Did you just come in your pants?” he asked as he and Keita both glanced down at them.
Micky’s head whipped up. “What? No! What the hell made you think that?”
“Well, the sound you made…”
Yunho leaned closer from the other side of Jaejoong and frowned. “You came in your pants?”
Micky opened his mouth to deny it as Changmin leaned over the counter.
“Did you really jizz in your pants?” he asked in disbelief.
Kumi stared at the three of them in disgust and Micky snapped. “No, I did NOT jizz in my pants!” he hissed angrily at Changmin.
Kumi took her drink as she rolled her eyes. “As if anyone would believe that.”
“Listen you! I’m not here to be—” he was cut short as she walked up to him and stared right up into his eyes.
“Don’t lie, you know you want to,” Kumi murmured as she reached up to trace a hand down his cheek with a teasing smile. She then let go of him before she walked to the door and paused there for a moment. With a sparkle of deviousness in her eyes, she lifted her coffee cup and gave the side a seductive lick before she winked and left.
Jaejoong was pretty sure that Micky’s jaw was accompanying Yunho’s on the floor.
“Fuck this. I give up,” Micky threw his hands in the air and turned to go back to the table. “She’s nothing but a goddamn tease.”
“Do you still want a drink?” Jaejoong asked, feeling a bit bad about the whole episode.
“Black coffee,” Micky grumbled in annoyance.
“He’s gonna be up all night if I get that,” Jaejoong muttered.
“You could occupy him.”
Jaejoong stared at Yunho for his suggestion and Keita shrugged, no help at all.
“Figured you might have a kind of relationship like I have,” Yunho murmured as he wandered away and Jaejoong turned the idea over in his mind. Would it be wrong to take Micky’s mind off of things that way? He shrugged and ordered the drink. If Micky wanted something, he would ask for it later. Jaejoong wasn’t going to push it from him.
But it seemed he wouldn’t have to. Micky studied like a demon for the next hour or so and when they got home, he threw his things on the couch and pinned Jaejoong to the wall.
Jaejoong didn’t let him say a word, catching his lips in a kiss before he could ask. He flipped their positions and smirked at Micky when the kiss ended before he pressed a line of kisses down Micky’s neck. Jaejoong continued over his collar bones to distract his roommate as his fingers carefully worked at his jeans. He lightly bit at Micky’s collar bone as he got the zipper down and let his roommate’s jeans fall to the floor.
“Jaejoong, you shouldn’t…” he trailed off as he watched Jaejoong slip down his torso to rest on his knees.
“What if I want to?” Jaejoong asked in reply, pressing a kiss to Micky’s navel as he slipped his fingers over the waistband of Micky’s boxers to slide them down. Micky needed this, and Jaejoong somehow felt a little guilty at having misinterpreted his reactions in the coffee shop. Besides, Micky was never difficult when he was needy and Jaejoong didn’t mind helping him out.
He leaned forward to tease his tongue down Micky’s length to hear the young man hiss in reply. Micky sighed his name as he took in the tip, sucking lightly as he used his tongue and hand to work over the young man’s cock as he took just a bit more in at a time. He felt a hand drop onto his shoulder and move to the back of his neck. Micky’s fingers tensed on his neck as Jaejoong worked his tongue just the way he liked and a soft moan echoed in the room. Jaejoong didn’t realize how turned on he was until he moaned in response, cock twitching in his own pants.
Micky’s hand tugged on his neck then and he pulled back to let the cock slip from his mouth to glance up and found himself being drawn to his feet. Jaejoong’s eyes fell closed at the kiss Micky pressed to his lips before he felt hands tugging his shirt up. He broke the kiss to pull it off and found himself pushed up against the wall, facing it as Micky held him from behind. A hand rubbed him through his pants and he whimpered in response. Fuck, why did he want this? Maybe he needed it just as much. Micky’s hands made quick work of his pants and underwear, pushing them down as he stepped out of them to feel all of Micky pressed against his back.
“Don’t move,” his husky voice whispered in Jaejoong’s ear to make him shiver before the body heat disappeared. Jaejoong heard a drawer open and the young man rifle through it before he returned and a slick finger slid into him, joined by another soon after. Jaejoong’s fingers curled into fists as he waited impatiently, his hips rolling back against the friction. Micky hummed in response as he knew what Jaejoong really wanted.
The fingers withdrew and Jaejoong realized he had nothing to hold onto as Micky pressed into him. He considered it a challenge and rolled his hips back as Micky moaned against his shoulder and began to move. His pace quickened as Jaejoong found himself panting against the wall as his fingers curled again and his body tried to find the right position—there—his mouth dropped open as his back arched just right for Micky’s angle to hit just what he wanted. He moaned as Micky hit it again, and again, and Jaejoong felt his body shiver as a curse slipped from his lips, the pleasure building up at the base of his spine. A whimper escaped him—he was so close. He didn’t expect the teeth that bit into his shoulder and moaned as he spilled himself against the wall, shuddering as he tried to stay upright.
Micky followed soon after, his own cry echoing off the walls before he slumped against his tired roommate, both panting to catch their breath. Jaejoong finally nudged Micky as his body started to feel stiff and Micky heaved a sigh as he pulled back. Knowing he would have to clean up, Jaejoong didn’t bother looking at the wall and sighed in relief as he turned around to lean back on it. Micky moved closer to lean up against him and steal a kiss.
“I have a feeling this might be the last.” Micky said softly as Jaejoong pushed a lock of hair away from Micky’s forehead.
“Why do you say that?” he asked, knowing exactly what Micky meant.
“Don’t be stupid. You know you like him,” Micky replied with a ghost of a smile and tugged him away to the couch.
Jaejoong didn’t get a chance to reply as Micky turned the TV on for background noise and they both curled up under a blanket.
“I don’t even know if he’s interested in me, let alone guys,” Jaejoong muttered once they were situated comfortably. “And if he is, who says he wouldn’t be interested in you too?”
Micky chuckled. “Make up your mind Jae, before I make it up for you.”
Jaejoong sighed and lapsed into silence for a moment. “Do you really think I should go after him?” he asked quietly as he thought about the young man in the photograph.
“Why the hell not? You don’t have anything to lose, and either way, I’ll still be your best friend.”
“Why so encouraging?” Jaejoong looked up into Micky’s eyes to see him glance away.
“At least one of us should have a proper relationship,” he replied softly.
“You really liked her, didn’t you?” Jaejoong breathed as Micky refused to answer. Maybe he’d made the wrong decision.
Micky hugged him close then, his eyes frustrated and angry. “I did.” Then after a moment his eyes closed. “Thank you.”
Jaejoong hugged Micky tightly and kissed his cheek. “We should take a shower,” he suggested quietly.
“In a little while.”
“And I made stew.”
“After the shower.”
“Okay.”
~***~
Whiny Keita is brought to you by the letter K, the number 10 and Shrek 3 in Japanese ;D Next part up as soon as I get it edited because some of you seem to be impatient for JaeSu to meet XD
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Date: 2009-11-12 06:21 am (UTC)I'm so happy you write so fast
Like, I don't even know what I would do if I didn't see an update every day/ twice a day sometimes.
I love Jaechun...
YAY! JAESU WILL MEET SOON!!!! I'm really excited, all the talking around each other is so cute- the 5 don't know each other like best friends and I think thats really cool for some reason..... anyway, GOOD GOOD GOOD
UPDATE SOON ! <3
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Date: 2009-11-12 09:08 am (UTC)