And there goes what’s left of my brain cells… I might as well go home because I cannot form a coherent thought right now. Holy mother of all fucks, Jung. All that leather… the chains… even the chunky gaudy whatever the fuck is around his wrists… and oh my lord that waist and eyeliner…and I could honestly keep going OTL
Ugh… between Yunho and Jaejoong I might as well be constantly drowning in feels. It’s a wonder I can even function. The beauty of compartmentalization I guess.
//files this image in my head for later *cough*