BlackRose1377

        “Guys! Dinner is ready!” JaeJoong calls out from the dining room. Moments later, the other four members come running, shoving each other to get to the table first. “Settle down. You'll break something, and then I'll end up paying for it.” JaeJoong says, taking off the ridiculous apron YunHo bought him when they were in Paris. It is pink and frilly with the words 'Kiss the Cook' written across the chest in white block letters, but he still wears it.       “Why do you wear that thing? It looks too girly for you.” YooChun remarks, taking his seat at the table. “

              “Yes, Mother. I enrolled in my classes weeks ago.” YooChun says, holding his cell phone between his cheek and shoulder as he pulls his wallet out of his back pocket. “Are you sure you don't need anything, son? I mean... I feel so weird with you being so far away from home.” YooChun pays the woman behind the cash register, smiling at her sweetly as she hands him his change. “Mother, I told you. I needed to get out of town. I can't stay in that small town and get the proper education I want.”               YooChun grabs his bag of

     'Briiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnng' The sound of my alarm clock. Oh how I hate that sound. I turn and lay on my side and slam my hand on the button on top of the small black machine. "4 o'clock in the morning again. Ugh. I need a new job." I throw my blankets to the side and sit up, throwing my legs on the side of the bed. I sigh and slowly stand up. Once all of my sences come to me I walk over to my sterio and turn it on. The red numbers blink and then show '15'. I press play. The first song that comes on is 'Will Smith- Switch'. I start to sing and dance as I walk to one of the three doors. I open it and look at my bathroom. "Another day. Anot

     I stand up from my seat in the balcony box that my company always reserves for me. I sniff the air as the music continues and the lead singer of the band on stage dances against the back of his twin brother, his black hair bouncing with each vibrating step he takes. “So you smell the B.O. too?” I look over to my sister, sitting in the seat next to mine, still staring at the stage. Her eyes following every movement of the lead singer, her natural fire engine red hair seemingly bouncing along with his as she bounces with the beat of the music. “No… I’m not smelling anything human.” She

"You're so useless." "Am not! I'm tasty!" "And I'm a freakin' pickle." "But you aren't! You're a freaking potato!" "And you're just a can of Coke!" "So?" "It makes your argument irrelevant!" "Su?" Junsu jumps, dropping the potato and can of Coca Cola to the table. "Chun! What are you doing?" Yoochun laughs, leaning against the door frame to the kitchen and holding his stomach. "I was going to ask you the same damn thing!" Junsu frowns at Yoochun, his lower lip sticking out. "What do you mean?" "You were making the can and potato talk." "Was not!" "Uh huh. Sure. And I'm the Queen of England." "But you aren't! You're Park Yoochun. M