Waterline mercilessly lined with kohl,

cheeks delicately pat with powder,

lips just the right shade of pink.

Yoochun is lost .
Lost in the way eyes glide to meet his shyly.
Lost within the flutter of lashes, the purse of his lips.

Yoochun is falling.
Heart almost dropping when his gaze lingers longer.

is spinning.
Spinning when a warm body presses close.

is ( Read more... )

“ Come on guys, seriously!!? “ Yoochun semi-screamed above the blasting of the speakers. Being only met with cheeky smiles and semi drunk faces Yoochun really had no choice.

“ Of all games to play why spin the bottle . . .” muttered Yoochun as he made his way up the stairs, his group of friends close behind, chanting his penalty; seven minutes in ( Read more... )

Tall grass tugged and pulled at Yoochun’s clothes as he treaded his way through the endless sea of gold. Wearing a windbreaker with a scarf haphazardly tossed around his neck, he pried the blocking shoulder length leaves from his view as he pushed through the fortress.
Almost as if trying to protect what was beyond, the icy autumn winds pierced ( Read more... )