Pulsatilla | Chapter 18/23
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C r a i n t e
The relaxing but somewhat potent aroma of coffee was what woke Yunho up on the morning of October 16th, 2015-a Thursday. Although his eyelids were in the way and persistently requested him to keep them dropped, Yunho knew it was crucial that he’d wake up today. In spite of the fresh, new day and the ample amount of time on his hands, Yunho told himself that no, he mustn’t at all cost be late to work today. It had been a few weeks since Jaejoong had been released from the government facility, and coincidentally, a few weeks was also the amount of time the government officials allowed Yunho for rest and leisure until they insisted that he’d return to work.
Life for the past few weeks was placid for Yunho, but certainly not as horrible as most people would assume. Jaejoong’s initial spark was relatively gone, but at times, Yunho could see small traces of its remains as Jaejoong rambled on and on about trivial topics such as fruits and vegetables (he never touched the subject of his ordeal, thank God). Instead of feeling insipid or uninterested in life altogether, Yunho decided to marvel the pace at which Jaejoong was returning to his old self. It was rather scintillating, seeing him turn from one person to another as he accompanied him at home through endless conversations and passionate lip-locks.
Yunho checked his complexion in the mirror as he finished getting dressed the morning of October 16th. Dressed in a snow-white linen shirt complete with a dark tie, Yunho gazed over his appearance and tried to look past all the attire he had on his body. Slowly, after seeing the thin shape of his face and a few lines scattered about on his complexion that weren't there before, Yunho began to feel a sudden pang of hostility towards whatever it was that caused him to age. Surely eating more could make his complexion light up a bit, but then again, he knew he couldn’t coerce himself into eating anything but the dinner Jaejoong served daily. The take-out food Changmin usually brought him for lunch at work couldn’t fulfil his appetite-in fact, nothing these days really did.
“No breakfast for me today, thanks.” Yunho notified Jaejoong as he exited his bedroom and proceeded to the spacious kitchen. “Coffee is enough for me.”
It wasn’t a pleasant sight to see-Jaejoong’s face shrivelling up into a frown as such words were spoken. “Geez Yunho, you can’t just go to work on an empty stomach.”
Yunho picked up the daily newspaper, his briefcase, and the filled-to-the-rim coffee mug Jaejoong had prepared for him. "I’m already late.” He told himself. “And besides, I’m not in the mood for breakfast right now.”
“Oh, what is wrong with you today?”
Stopping in his tracks and looking back at his so-called ‘lover,’ Yunho made a face at Jaejoong’s sudden outburst.
“Just because I don’t eat everything you cook doesn’t mean you should freak out at barely eight o’ clock in the morning!” Yunho argued. “Now, if you’ll excus-”
“Stay right there.” Jaejoong ordered. “What the fucking hell is with your attitude today? Just because you’re going to work doesn’t mean you can throw me into a corner and not acknowledge my feelings.”
Yunho was disgusted that Jaejoong’s way of putting words together was starting to sound more and more like his own. “Well, just because I’m in a bad mood doesn’t mean you should accuse me of neglecting your feelings! I've got work, thank you very much, and I can't babysit you all day." Yunho rolled his eyes at their constant use of the words ‘just because’ to initiate their statements.
“You’re starting to sound like a typical husband!” Jaejoong accused. “Throwing his wife aside to go out into the world to retrieve the only thing that really matters-money.”
Yunho couldn’t help but laugh at Jaejoong’s statement. “Typical husband?” He asked, incredulous. “Who said that I was your husband?”
Jaejoong’s eyes began to weaken slightly. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“It’s not written in stone, you know!” Yunho retorted, unaware of the words of anger which were flying uncontrollably from his trouble-making mouth. “We don’t even have a wedding certificate, Jaejoong! We’re not even wearing wedding rings!”
Jaejoong made a face and tilted his head curiously. “You had a wedding certificate.” He pointed out. “And you had a wife too. Now that she’s gone, I’m all that you have left.”
Yunho was surprised that even after all these months, Jaejoong was still persistently forcing him to accept the fact that he had taken Seulki’s exact place.
“She’s gone, Yunho.” Jaejoong replied solemnly. “Deal with it.”
Yunho was furious that a simple discussion about not being able to have breakfast would turn out to be so violent-and much less unneeded. Ultimately, this was what was going to make him late to work, and Yunho made a note to himself never, ever to initiate such a conflict with Jaejoong again before going to work.
“Look Jaejoong, I’m late-”
“Rings and official documents are all that matters, isn't it?” Jaejoong questioned in a vicious tone. “The love and care I give you doesn’t mean a single thing unless we get a lawyer, is that it?”
Yunho rolled his eyes. “I’ve got to go to work, Jae.”
“Don’t try to talk yourself out of this conversation.” Jaejoong commanded, looking as stern as ever in Seulki’s pink apron, holding a spatula. “All you care about is what the outside world thinks-about what God thinks. You realize fully that you’re being homosexual here loving me, not to mention a lunatic, considering I’m not even a goddamn human, but does that all matter?”
Yunho wanted to leave the house immediately instead of sticking around and inciting Jaejoong’s temper with certain trigger words, but what the hell, he couldn’t help himself.
"You don’t want me to go to work, am I right?” He accused.
Jaejoong made a wry face. “I don’t see why you have to work for those bastards after what they did to me.” He roared petulantly. “How do you think I feel, having you do this?”
Yunho had just about snapped, hearing such words escape Jaejoong’s sharp mouth. “Look Jae, I know you hate being lonely and are afraid of not having a mouth full of comforting words around you to accompany you-excuse me, to entertain you. But face it, I’ve got to go to work because this is my job. To be completely frank, I’m not even going there for the money anymore. In fact, I’m going because of you. I’m going because SangHyuk told me he wouldn’t let you go until I agreed to continue working for the government. Realize the truth, Jaejoong, don’t assume things that will only make you feel worse than you already do!”
Jaejoong was certainly hurt by Yunho’s words, unmistakably. But he chose to stay silent, knowing that Yunho and his insults would consistently win in a battle of words.
“I’m going.” Yunho declared. “Serve dinner if you want to. I won’t be expecting anything.” And with that, he shut the door and left the penthouse with the worst mindset a man could possibly have in the midst of a pristine, delightful morning.
Jaejoong was more than glad that the door had shut, making the image of the man he loved yet hated with his entire heart vanish before his very eyes. In fact, at times, just looking at Yunho would bring a fiery sensation to Jaejoong’s usually calm body, making him tremble in fear. Perhaps he was envious that a human being would ever bother to look so striking-so aesthetic. Perhaps he was envious of the people who surrounded Yunho at the office: the ones who could stay at his side at all times, the ones who could converse with him naturally about work instead of creating small talk about the weather when there was nothing better to talk about. Jaejoong rolled his eyes at the ridiculous world of human beings, and then retired onto the sofa and fetched the remote.
He turned the TV on, bringing a simple, everyday cooking show into view. Jaejoong wanted to vomit, seeing the elderly woman chop up various ingredients as she put them into a pan to sauté.
What was she doing this for? He wanted to ask himself, knowing that the woman had no one around to eat the meal she would eventually complete. Eventually, such a question turned to: what am I doing this for?
Shaking his head at the farcical invention of cooking, Jaejoong chose to change the channel as fast as he could, coming across a black-and-white movie from the sixties which appeared fairly interesting to him (at least, more interesting than the cooking show he previously came across). There on the large fifty-inch screen, a man and a woman conversed passionately, using overly-clichéd words and sentimental expressions that could make an actual actor look like a god. Jaejoong nailed his two orb-shaped eyed onto the thin screen, trying to concentrate in hopes of expunging certain thoughts from his head.
Although his eyes were nailed persistently on the television screen, his concentration was clearly elsewhere. Even though the actors and actresses on the screen had looks which were a tenfold better than that of the average citizen’s, Jaejoong knew he could not erase a certain face from his mind no matter what: Yunho’s. By far, it was Yunho’s angry face which he remembered the most, or his face during love-making, which was far more comforting, actually. There was a certain appeal in seeing Yunho’s eyebrows furrow, despite if it was during sex or during a heated conflict. No, Jaejoong did not enjoy it one bit, having Yunho yell repeatedly at him with angry words which were far too redundant to actually listen to, but there was a certain charm in seeing Yunho entirely frustrated. Jaejoong had to admit it: if Yunho acted nice and generous towards him twenty-four seven, perhaps there wouldn’t have been so much desire and yearning between the two of them. Because there was a large amount of animosity between the two, a trigger was pulled within Jaejoong which fuelled his yearning for Yunho. It was fairly exciting for him, having to chase after a person he wanted with his entire soul.
If it was exciting, then it was also extremely ridiculous. The world works in pairs-a customer pays money in exchange for a car, a man sleeps with a woman to create a child, an individual loves another and receives his or her love in return-it was certainly far from the one-sided fantasy his life was staging at the moment. But it was useless for him to think of it that way, because in the end, he didn’t belong to this corrupted, hostile, closed-minded world Yunho lived in, and despite how much he wanted to live with Yunho in this world, he knew he detested it with the deep filaments of his artificial soul. So what if he loved Yunho and received nothing much in return? He didn’t care, for his life was not at all based on a set of rules which remained stationary for centuries.
His trail of thoughts was instantly shattered as a stark knock was made at the front door. Without even thinking, Jaejoong’s mind immediately wandered to Yunho, hoping that it was him behind the closed door, returning to the apartment with his apologies and words such as “I said those words earlier out of pure anger.” Not realizing that he had been sulking for a good twenty minutes and that if Yunho came back now, he would be late for work, a wide grin stretched itself across Jaejoong’s lips spontaneously, sending a rush of adrenaline throughout his body. Tossing the remote control back onto the lush sofa, the raven-haired, flower-like boy leaped out his sitting position and ran over to answer the door.
He could feel his heart beat on his neck as he turned the door knob and opened the door enthusiastically. As soon as he saw the face of the person behind the door however, his hopes which seemed as if they would instantly grow wings and take flight were completely lowered and suddenly left alone to rot. He should’ve known-Yunho would never come back, considering he had his precious work to go to.
“Jaejoong… we need to talk.” The person behind the thick door stated, lowering his head a bit as he stormed into the apartment as if it was his own home.
“Changmin!”
“Yes, yes, I know, I should be going to work or else my boss has my ass. But I purposely called in today staying I’ll be late, since I have some business to attend to.” He rested his body on the sofa and lay back casually. “Sorry for barging in here without notice, by the way.”
Jaejoong didn’t know whether to roll his eyes or gape in astonishment at Yunho’s assistant, Changmin, and his antics. Discovering that the man apparently needed to ‘talk’ to him, Jaejoong closed the door behind him and decided to ignore Changmin’s bad manners and unsophisticated actions. Men will always be men, right?
“Long time no see, Changmin-sshi.” Jaejoong decided that perhaps having good manners himself could teach a certain someone a valuable lesson. “Yunho and I… we were… uh…” And there the sentence ended, for Jaejoong’ did not have the courage to divulge the nightmare he had for the previous few weeks.
“First of all, Jaejoong, just call me Changmin. No need to be so formal-you’re my boss’s lover for goodness’ sake!” Taking a big breath, Changmin decided to go on, divulging the fact that he had known about the nightmare. “And no need to explain, Jaejoong. I was there through it all. I saw the terror on Yunho’s face as he waited for you to wake up. I saw the life drain from him as he told me that they had stolen his creation away from him to run ridiculous experiments. No need to waste your breath explaining or heart hesitating, I already know the whole story.”
A period of dead silence stretched between the two as Changmin’s heavy monologue ended. Changmin was unquestionably a fast speaker, and one who could carry his point across within a few words. Adding those two factors together along with the fact that his monologue was extremely heavy, Jaejoong’s mind felt as if it was ready for a large explosion. Perhaps talking slowly or not having a thing to say was a good thing-surely it would not create such tension and apprehension within such a short period of time.
“Y-you were there?” Jaejoong questioned.
Changmin nodded in response.
“I-I’m so sorry.” Jaejoong uttered.
The taller man rolled his eyes as he lifted himself off the sofa and into the kitchen where a perfectly-assembled breakfast was waiting for him. “For causing me trouble?” He picked up a piece of perfectly-browned toast. “Consider it gone. This is the nicest breakfast I’ve seen in months!”
Jaejoong walked over to the kitchen to join his friend. “Yunho was supposed to eat it, actually.” He took a seat across from Changmin, choosing to watch another enjoy his meal instead of eating the meal he assembled himself. “Unfortunately, he was too late for work to pay any attention.”
Changmin chuckled between his bites. “There is no such thing as being late for work-at least, not for the position Yunho is currently holding at the office.” He explained. “The only thing that matters in his position right now is the competition that determines who can do more apart from the work already completed. If I were to explain this in an academic context, then I would say that Yunho is going to work solely for extra credit.”
Jaejoong’s furrowed his eyebrows in consternation. “And what does he need all this ‘extra credit’ for? It’s not like he hasn’t finished the work asked of him.”
“He needs it for a promotion, or more importantly, money.” Changmin explained as he went on to the eggs. “Believe this when I say this Jaejoong, but money and work are both very, very corrupted things that can change a man from a loving angel to the devil himself. Look at the two of you; you already are in possession of a large penthouse and a bank account that can top most of Korean citizens’. Why is he still going to work and insisting that he needs a promotion? It’s the obsession, Jaejoong. It’s the competition he has with his co-workers who act all friendly and kind in front of him when all they do is sabotage him behind his back.”
If Jaejoong was angry this morning, then he didn’t know what on earth he was now. He trusted Changmin-perhaps even more than he trusted Yunho. Instead of beating around the bush, choosing the words to say that were only pleasing to the ear like Yunho, Changmin was straightforward with every word that escaped his lips. From the first day Jaejoong met him, he knew there was a particular energy that radiated from the younger man-perhaps it was from all the food he consumed.
“That idiot…” Jaejoong uttered scornfully.
Changmin nodded as he finished the last piece of the egg. “Yes, I’m sure everyone knows Yunho is a complete bastard that has nothing better to do in life than mourn over his dead wife while he makes love to you, but I didn’t come here to talk to you about that.” He elucidated. “I have something much more important and noteworthy to say.”
Although Jaejoong did not have a single morsel of food that morning, he strangely felt as if he was about to vomit from all the uncertainty. “What is it?”
Before saying anything, Changmin carried the glass of orange juice as he made his way back into the living room, returning to the sofa. “Hey look! That excessively clichéd Russian movie is on!”
Jaejoong frowned, irritated by Changmin’s obscure behaviour as he changed the subject almost instantly. “Hey mister.” He sat down on the couch beside him, trying to distract him from the movie. “What is it that you need to tell me?”
Jaejoong felt the radiant energy Changmin usually posessed disappear entirely as soon as he moved his eyes off the television and placed them onto him hesitantly. There was a convinced sadness amongst his large pupils-or perhaps a certain guilt that was as strong as to the point where it could nearly possess him.
“This is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to say my entire life.” Changmin responded fretfully, lowering his voice by the octaves. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to say it at all.”
Jaejoong shook his head and made a wry face. “Oh c’mon, you’re the most straightforward, go-fuck-yourself type of person I know.” He confessed. “Don’t associate yourself with Yunho and beat around the bush, all right?”
The powerful qualm remained on Changmin’s handsome face, making Jaejoong worry a little (or a lot, for that matter). “Forgive me Jaejoong.” He begged. “For telling you this.”
The raven-haired male nodded in return, knowing there was nothing more he could possibly do than offer Changmin the encouragement he would need to disclose everything he found necessary. Still, despite the courage Changmin usually held and the part of his mind that told him everything was going to be fine, Jaejoong still could foresee that something drastic was going to occur after Changmin’s words evaporated into the thick, tense atmosphere.
“You know, Jaejoong… someday, one day-to be specific, October 18th-you’re going to go to sleep and never wake up.”
Jaejoong was instantly vexed by the way Changmin strung his words together, for it was far too ambiguous to make any actual sense. “What do you mean ‘never wake up?’” Jaejoong chuckled. “I’m not a lazy person, I always wake up after a good night’s sleep!”
If you were to peek into the living room of Yunho’s penthouse this moment and scrutinize the facial expression painted on the faces of the two young men occupying the room, you would immediately say that the two of them were not at all talking to each other (or perhaps, that the two of them were both stuck in two completely different worlds). The burdensome frown on Changmin’s face which looked as if it was about to create tears greatly contrasted to that of Jaejoong’s, which was effervescent and naïve, displaying a flashback from a particular person’s childhood. But no, of course it wasn’t easy (much less sane), having to tell a friend that their life was going to ‘expire’ in two days.
“Listen, Jaejoong… after Yunho created you, he missed out-no, overlooked-a crucial point which would’ve made the relationship between the two of you completely different from how it is now.” Changmin couldn’t help but sigh at the fact that if Yunho hadn’t disregarded the piece of paper with the expiration date, Jaejoong would never have the title or the high position he held within Yunho’s life now. The scientist would’ve only looked to Jaejoong as a temporary replacement, not someone who could live forever, bringing him happiness for the rest of his life.
“I’m sorry Jaejoong…” Changmin apologized grimly. “But the day after tomorrow, you’ll no longer have the power to live on anymore.”
Finally having the knowledge to understand what Changmin’s evasive words strived to carry out, Jaejoong was overwhelmed with a sudden fear-a sudden darkness which brought his hopes down from cloud nine into hell. His hands shook wildly, his palms sweating insanely with the mentioning of what seemed like an endless pile of time he had left with Yunho deteriorating to the point where he would never be able to stumble upon anything as inspiring or as magical as life itself. Surely dying-or in this case, expiring-would cleanse his corrupted soul of its troubles entirely within a mere second, but where would he go from that point on?
There was a concept in the human world often seen as a staple in a human’s life: religion. With religion, the people Jaejoong observed believed that they had the power to leap off from life to a particular place where they would be rejoined with their loved ones and offered a salary of eternal happiness. Yes, religion and heaven and hell was for the actual humans-for Yunho. What about him? Where would God even bother to place him after death (if there ever was a God to begin with). God Himself was not the one to create him, therefore, He didn’t have to worry about his placement after death. Jung Yunho was the one responsible for creating him, so it all seems natural for him to choose an apt place for him after he faded away.
Perhaps even after he expired, he would continue to live on within a portion of Yunho’s heart. Since he had no heaven or hell to go to, why not make yourself a comfortable place within the man you loved and dedicated your entire world to while you were alive? If, that is, he was actually willing to remember you. Jaejoong shook his head vapidly, knowing full well from Yunho’s behaviour this very morning that he would bother to remember him after his death for a mere five seconds. Certainly Yunho remembered Seulki to the last detail, and that coincidentally, was because she was human. She had nothing to offer him but the real thing and the real thing alone. Jaejoong on the other hand offered Yunho-well, no one’s exactly sure what he offered him.
Hearing the continuous thoughts run around like a plague in his weak mind, Jaejoong immediately brought himself to the verge of tears. Changmin had only made one single statement, and already, he was beginning to hyperventilate, asking himself about his future and worrying about the pain this entire scenario would bring Yunho. It wasn’t a sin to worry, not in a situation as unfortunate as this, but he knew it was ridiculous of him to overanalyze details despite the small amount of information he could assimilate. If such an amount of panicking was striking him now, who knows what could happen to him when the idea had the chance to fully sink into his mind?
Changmin carried the expression of a worried mother as he sensed Jaejoong’s powerful pain without him even saying a single word in response. “I’m sorry Jaejoong. I really wish things weren’t going in this direction, I’m so sorry.”
Jaejoong couldn’t hold his frustration back any longer, knowing that it was in his best interest not to lie to himself in such a desperate situation. But as the delicate skin of his cheeks felt the tears plunging down towards his chin, he instantly wanted to murder himself right on the spot-either for being so damn weak or for crying constantly merely because of Yunho. It felt unfair to him, having to shed so many unnecessary tears for Yunho when he, himself had never shed a single tear for his creation.
“How can I stop this?” He asked in between the heavy tumult of his tears. “Tell me Changmin, I’m begging you, how can I stop this?”
Jaejoong’s hand had situated itself firmly on Changmin’s wrist, threatening to dislocate it if an answer was not heard. “As much as I hate to say this Jaejoong, I have to tell you the truth.” He declared, hoping Jaejoong’s tears would not bring him to his own. “There is no cure for this, Jaejoong, no plan B. I’m sorry…”
“But what about Yunho? How the hell do you expect me to tell him this?”
The taller male hung his head, looking as if a vein in his body had just failed him, bringing his blood flow to a halt. It was more than gruesome having to stare up into Jaejoong’s porcelain face. Every emotion from anger to disappointment to guilt was pained in a mix of water colours within those grey, blue, marble-like eyes.
“He doesn’t need to know.”
Jaejoong’s eyes instantly morphed from the shade of soft water colours to a shade of deadly brown. “What do you mean ‘he doesn’t need to know?’”
Changmin sighed in dismay, thinking that perhaps his explanation would anger Jaejoong in some way. “What I mean is, we don’t need to tell him.” He clarified, using the clever tone of his voice which Yunho often despised. “Why do you think I came to the penthouse without making a single phone call, waiting patiently for Yunho to head out the door before I intruded this place? I’ve known about the date of your death for quite a while now. Since Yunho had been off work for a few weeks, there was no time at which I could possibly reveal the news to you and you only. I considered calling you on the telephone, but I supposed it would be a thousand times better if I told you face to face.”
Jaejoong nodded, his tear flow momentarily paused, hoping that it would somehow provide him an ephemeral solace in which he could make shrewd, careful decisions. His mind did a careful scan over Changmin’s words, knowing all well that every word that left the young man’s vocal chords were factual.
“Let me explain myself better.” Changmin offered, his face lurid and serious, filled with a keenness one could only attain from many years of living as well as many not-so-fortunate experiences. “Think about it, Jaejoong. His first wife, Seulki, has already died, leaving him alone in this world all the while taking a part of his heart with her to her death. Since that part of his heart is gone now, you’ll never be able to claim it as yours.” In spite of whether Changmin’s words had the strength to kill or not, they were undoubtedly entirely true. “If you die, then that means another part of Yunho’s heart will die as well, never having the power to arise again-especially when he needs it. Think about it Jae, with Seulki and you gone, what will be left of him? For goodness’ sake, he’ll never have the heart to love again! He’ll probably commit suicide, considering how much shit he’s been through!”
If there was a time when Jaejoong ever came close to hating Changmin, then now was the time. Hearing such statements made Jaejoong want to tear the dark filaments of hair from his scalp, having him feel the pain upon every nerve in his body so at least he could achieve even a grain of sanity. He wanted to scream at the top of his lungs, shattering the large windows of the penthouse and hoping that everyone in the entire world would be able to hear the extent of his heartbreak. Just where could he go from that point on?
“So you’re telling me to die silently, somehow, somewhere, not informing Yunho about a single thing, leaving him hanging-having him assume that I ‘disappeared’ instead of ‘died.’” Jaejoong scoffed cynically. “Fuck it all, Changmin! That’s not going to achieve anything!”
“Who says I was trying to achieve something with your death? The reason why the two of us are even here is because we want to keep the disaster at a minimum. We’ve already lost, Jaejoong, can’t you see? We don’t have anything more to achieve!”
Jaejoong’s brows furrowed in insecurity-the greatest insecurity he had come face to face with his entire life. “I still want to live on… but I can’t… imagine lying to him about such a serious thing as death.”
The brunet rolled his eyes in response. “Oh give it a rest, Jae. It’s not even a death, it’s an expiration!”
“Well, I’d rather have a death, considering that’s what humans do after fucking around on earth!”
In spite of his urge to scream at the top of his lungs back at Jaejoong, Changmin chose to keep his composure, knowing it would not be wise to make waste of his voice so early in the morning. But in the end he was angry-livid-that the damn creation striving to become a human being had turned into a misanthrope, condemning the human race. Just who the hell did he think he was, anyway? He was Yunho’s lover, but it obviously didn’t make him a candidate that was capable of having enough facts to say that all humans ever do in their short lives is fuck around.
Changmin glanced down inventively at his watch. “Enough of this, I’ve got to go to work.” He left the couch and resolutely headed to the front door. “Do as you see fit, Jaejoong. But remember, either way, Yunho will suffer. Either he suffers lightly or intensely-it’s all up to you. You have two days to figure it out.”
And with those last words, he headed out the front door, presenting himself politely as the young, successful businessman-to-be, almost as if none of this had happened. Regardless of how unnerving Jaejoong felt at the moment, he knew Changmin came here in hopes that he would make things even the slightest bit better. If Changmin was given the title of a poor friend, then he wouldn’t have even bothered to come to the penthouse, lest stay by Yunho’s side during the most gruesome time of his life. Jaejoong had to admit it, there was some reason behind Changmin’s words-either it was some of the truth, or it was the complete truth.
And here, even after leaving the government facility, Jaejoong was continuously living in a romanticist’s fairytale, when finally, a realist like Changmin came into the picture, wreaking havoc to everything he saw and believed in, bringing the truth back to his quickly waning life.
Haha, for once, I’m on time. School starts for me in about a week though. Arghh D= I’m happy to say that it won’t affect my fic though, because I’ve completely finished it. All I have to do is go through some major beta-ing…
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-Cindy