let's play make believe
let's play make believe
yunho/jaejoong
r; 267w.
Let’s play make believe. That we met for the first time in high school or at a café, not on the streets in the red light district. That I asked you out and you agreed, not me buying you for a night and you pocketing a fistful of bills for the service rendered.
Let’s play make believe. That our first date was a movie at the cinema then dinner at a restaurant nearby, not us having sex in the backseat of my car. That we’re dating and in love, not me going to you for sex and you accepting me for money.
Let’s play make believe. That we’re making love in our bedroom instead of me fucking you into the mattress of a dingy motel room in downtown Seoul. That I don’t have a family name to uphold and that you haven’t already stained yours.
Let’s play make believe. That I don’t have a wife and three kids waiting for me to come home and that you’re not welcoming nameless faces into bed. That I don’t have a nine-to-five office job to put food on the table and that you’re not selling your body to strangers for a living.
Let’s play make believe. That I didn’t commit you to memory when you couldn't even tell me apart from other men. That I’m not pining for you while you still can’t place a name to my face.
Let’s play make believe. That I don't love you and that sometimes you do.
yunho/jaejoong
r; 267w.
Let’s play make believe. That we met for the first time in high school or at a café, not on the streets in the red light district. That I asked you out and you agreed, not me buying you for a night and you pocketing a fistful of bills for the service rendered.
Let’s play make believe. That our first date was a movie at the cinema then dinner at a restaurant nearby, not us having sex in the backseat of my car. That we’re dating and in love, not me going to you for sex and you accepting me for money.
Let’s play make believe. That we’re making love in our bedroom instead of me fucking you into the mattress of a dingy motel room in downtown Seoul. That I don’t have a family name to uphold and that you haven’t already stained yours.
Let’s play make believe. That I don’t have a wife and three kids waiting for me to come home and that you’re not welcoming nameless faces into bed. That I don’t have a nine-to-five office job to put food on the table and that you’re not selling your body to strangers for a living.
Let’s play make believe. That I didn’t commit you to memory when you couldn't even tell me apart from other men. That I’m not pining for you while you still can’t place a name to my face.
Let’s play make believe. That I don't love you and that sometimes you do.