"Can't you see? Even the keyboard knows we're together."
Kim Jaejoong, the guy that doesn’t care about anything.
Jung Yunho, the guy that cares about everything, including Kim Jaejoong.
Happiness? Sadness? Pain? Joy? It's all just a mask.
free for use….
I don’t know who you are, what you do, but I’m tired of being the one always waiting. Goodbye.
Shadows wrap around his body as he clings closer to his brother’s body. In the dark, nothing can be seen other than the large menacing feet of monsters, about the size of a full-grown man. He doesn’t dare look up, out of his protective shadows, at their faces. Their frightening, man-eating faces.
The only sounds audible are the loud crashes of their footsteps, destroying the land they stepped on as they marched one by one, just like an army of soldiers. That, and heartbeats. The loud, terrified heartbeats of two young boys.
To Junsu, it seems like Jaejoong’s heart is beating faster, louder, more anxious with fear than his, but it doesn’t matter. Nothing really matters. Until he hears an ear-piercing scream (it’s not his) and his older brother’s body is yanked away from him by a giant monstrous hand. Until his head is banged against the concrete wall and everything turns black.
Now nothing matters.