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[TEAM 1] what's yours is ours
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jojibear's last few words were intentional, so i'll be blaming this on her again
also i'm really sorry that this is late u__u thank you shiritori overlord for letting me share this still u__u
jojibear's last few words were intentional, so i'll be blaming this on her againalso i'm really sorry that this is late u__u thank you shiritori overlord for letting me share this still u__u
what's yours is ours, genderswapped chenyin, g, 2403 words.
Wedding days were always said to be the most nervewracking days of a woman’s life. Everything from the planning to the actual day itself was hectic. So many things can go wrong – from the decor to the food to the guests; even the dress could turn up wrong and cause a disaster – but Jungae couldn’t find it in herself to be nervous at all. She was so happy, and she knew that happiness would be the single most overwhelming feeling she’d have the whole day.
She’s sending Liyang a whole string of cat stickers on KakaoTalk while sitting in a satin dressing gown in front of the vanity. Her hanbok isn’t here yet, and neither are her shoes, accessories and bouquet, but she doesn’t mind. Baekhee, however, fusses over Jungae’s hair, making it lie this way and that, but it didn’t seem to fit her liking at all.
“Someone!” She yells to the rest of the room. “Call the hairdresser back. I don’t care if she’s with the groomsmen or with Liyang oppa, just get her back!”
Jungae couldn’t help but laugh. Her best friend-turned-maid of honour was far more nervous than she was. It was as though all the anxiety that she was supposed to feel had somehow been transferred over to her. “It’s okay, Baek,” she says, grabbing Baekhee’s wrist. “It looks fine to me.”
“No, it doesn’t,” Baekhee insists. “It’s curling wrongly.” She lifts up a lock of Jungae’s hair and points at it. “Look! It’s terrible! They need to redo it!”
“It’s really fine,” Jungae insists. “I’m sure Liyang oppa wouldn’t notice it at all.”
Baekhee huffs, and lets the lock of hair fall back onto Jungae’s shoulder. “I’m sure he’ll notice when he starts taking selfies to upload on instagram. Don’t say I told you so.”
“I can just do this.” Jungae tosses her curls back, and bats her eyelashes at Baekhee.
Baekhee grimaces. “Gross. How did a hot, perfect guy like Liyang oppa end up with a greasy, tacky chick like you, anyway?”
“I have my charms,” Jungae replies, winking. It makes Baekhee pretend to throw up, which she deems a success, and turns back to her phone to see a reply from Liyang.
Can’t wait to see you
I miss you already
Soon!!!!!!!!!!!! Jungae replies, sending a bunch of determined-looking cat stickers along with it. Soon I’ll be Mrs Zhang Liyang and you won’t be able to get rid of me, ever
Soon’s not coming soon enough he replies almost instantly. And why would I want to get rid of you?
Baekhee thinks that I’m a “greasy, tacky chick” and you’re a “hot, perfect guy” she types back, not even bothering to hide her grin. Be glad I didn’t show her that video of you dancing to Love on Top
You should. That was my most perfect moment.
Baekhee doesn’t see what I do
You’re perfect to me, Jungae
Jungae ducks her head and feels her cheeks strain from holding up her grin. Even after three years of dating and some five years of friendship, Liyang can still make her heart swell in her chest and feel like she’s soaring through the skies with his easy affection.
She can’t want to be married to him.
Jungae had expected Liyang to propose to her approximately seven times. The first time she had that niggling feeling was when he’d brought her to the tiny cafe they’d gone to on their first date. Nothing had happened, of course, but she couldn’t shake that feeling off.
It was only around four months later, when they were walking around Ikea did the proposal finally happen. In retrospect, it was completely unexpected, compared to the seven times when Jungae had felt that Liyang was going to propose. They were walking towards the restaurant, since Jungae had a severe craving for meatballs, when Liyang pulled them over to one of the showrooms and plopped himself onto a sofa. He extended a hand to Jungae so she could join him, and she did, curling up against his body and pressing her cheek to his.
“This would be great in our house,” he had said, pulling her close.
She stilled, then turned to him. “Our house?” She repeated.
He blinked, and there was a beat of silence, until.
“Marry me, Kim Jungae.”
“I still can’t believe he proposed to you in Ikea,” was Baekhee’s first reaction when Jungae called for an emergency girls’ night three days later.
“It’s cute,” Jungae said, her grin wide. “He’s perfect, Baekhee, I love him so much.”
“Yeah, we heard you the first hundred times,” Kyungsoon rolled her eyes. She pulled another bridal magazine close and flipped lazily. “You should have a destination wedding.”
The bed creaked as Chanmi jolted up from where she’s sprawled, almost sending Kyungsoon toppling off the side. “You could have it in Hawaii! It’ll be so romantic!”
Baekhee rolled her eyes. “No one’s got the money to fly that far,” she said, letting out a long-suffering sigh for added effect. “Anyway, the most important question is, which one of us is going to be your maid of honour?”
“Ha,” Kyungsoon snorted. “Like that’s even a question.”
“Yeah, obviously it’s gonna be you,” Chanmi added, nudging Baekhee in the ribs. “You and Jungae have been bosom buddies since, like, birth.”
Baekhee huffed. “I’m four months older.”
“I can’t believe we’re still having this conversation at twenty-seven,” Jungae said, laughing because she’s just so happy. She rolled over and tackled Baekhee into the mattress, and Baekhee shrieked and threatened to revoke bosom buddy status. Chanmi joined in as well, and after a moment of carefully feigned apathy, Kyungsoon pounced on them as well.
“This is so weird,” Chanmi said much, much later, after they’re covered in popcorn kernels and left greasy stains all over the bridal magazines. “You’re getting married, Jungae. You’re going to be, like. A wife.”
“You’re gonna be a woman,” Baekhee added.
“That’s really backwards thinking,” Jungae pointed out. “You don’t need to get married to be a woman. I’m already a woman. So are you. I’ll just. Have more responsibilities. Not just to my own family but also to Liyang and his.”
Kyungsoon stared at her, eyes wide. “If marriage is making you grow up like this then I hope Baekhee gets married soon too,” she said, her voice monotonous.
Baekhee whacked her with a pillow. “I’m not getting married, you shit. I swear you’ll be next.”
There’s so much to plan and do. Jungae hadn’t realised the sheer volume of it until she and Liyang had really sat down and tried to make a list.
“There’s still other stuff that we have to think about,” he said as Jungae ran through whatever they already had. “Not just for the wedding, but also for after.”
“Our house?” She asked. “I thought I’d be moving in with you?” She was already halfway there, anyway. Some of her clothes are in his wardrobe, and her toothbrush is sitting next to his by the sink. She had a couple of her books on his bookcase, and there was a box of her favourite cereal in his cupboard.
“That’s a bachelor pad of a studio apartment, babe,” he laughed, leaning close to press a kiss on her temple. “We need a real house. One for two.”
She considered it for a moment. “But this fits two.”
“And maybe more than two,” Liyang added. His eyes softened, and it looked a little like doubt. “Remember when we talked about…”
“A little boy and a little girl,” Jungae finishes, grasping him by the wrist and pecking him on the nose. “Yes, I do.”
They were watching a movie, curled up on the couch, Liyang in Jungae’s lap with her hands in his hair, playing with the strands. She can’t remember what movie it was anymore, but there had been a pair of fraternal twins, and she was in love.
“I want one,” she had said.
“Which one?” Liyang asked, turning so he could look at her.
“A pair of twins. One little boy and one little girl,” she told him. “I bet the little girl would be your little princess. You’ll spoil her rotten.”
“As if the little boy won’t end up being mummy’s boy,” Liyang said, tapping her on the nose. He hums as she grins down at him. “Twins, huh.”
“Double bundles of joy,” Jungae said.
Liyang laughed. “Just wait till you have to wake up at three am to change their diapers. They won’t be joy then.”
They found their home in a four-bedroom apartment in Hongdae. It was a neighbourhood they hadn’t initially considered, since it had more of an artsy youth vibe to it than anything else, but it was also a five minute walk to the subway station and a branch of the performance school Liyang was teaching in.
The apartment itself was everything Jungae had ever dreamed of. It was bright and airy, with high ceilings and windows that let so much light in, there was absolutely no need for lighting during the day. The kitchen opened up to the living room, and it took Jungae a mere minute in it to see herself and Liyang spending their days here.
“We’re home,” Liyang said, his warm breath against her lips when they’d kissed in their empty living room after they’d gotten the keys. They spent the next hour sitting on a thick, old blanket spread out on the floor eating convenience store kimbap and pepero while dreaming of decor and names of their children, and Jungae couldn’t think of a time in her life where she had been happier.
Jungae was feeling a little overwhelmed. She had never been one to be drawn to flowers – the way to her heart was boxes of chocolate – but for some reason Liyang had insisted that they plan and set up a part of the wedding all by themselves as a surprise for the other. He’d picked flowers for her, and in retaliation, she’d given him the responsibility of planning their rehearsal dinner.
“I don’t know,” Jungae whined, turning to Yixin for help. Her future sister-in-law looked incredibly mesmerised by a tower of red roses, reaching out to run her finger on a petal.
“Yixin unnie, help me,” Jungae tried again, and Yixin turned to her.
“Red roses?” Yixin offered, cupping one in her hand. “It’s very romantic. And very traditional too.”
Jungae considers it. “Will Liyang oppa like it, though?”
Yixin tilted her head to the side in consideration. “I think he’d find beauty in whatever you pick, Jungae-yah.”
Jungae pouted. “I know that, but I need it to be perfect, unnie. I can’t screw this up.”
“What makes you think you’ll screw this up?” Yixin asked. “Just follow your heart. Everything else will fall into place.”
Her dimple dances on her cheek, and Jungae started to wonder why she was doubting herself too. It was her wedding, a mere start to a whole new chapter in her life – one that would always include Liyang on every page.
“You’re right,” she said, turning with much renewed determination to the many displays of floral arrangements around her.
Even though Liyang and Jungae had decided to hold two separate weddings – the first in Seoul for Jungae's family and the second the following week in Beijing for Liyang's – Jungae had still wanted to honour Liyang's family and culture in their Korean wedding in some way. She eventually picked a mix of lillies and orchids for her bouquet and wedding flowers, and decided to wear a qipao to the rehearsal dinner to surprise Liyang. Yixin had lit up when Jungae told her of her plan, and organised a trip to Beijing solely to search for it.
Sneaking off to Beijing with Yixin and Jungae's sister, Jungyeon, had been fun. Liyang had asked where she was going that weekend, and she'd claimed a girls' weekend escape to Jeju and gotten Baekhee and Chanmi to back her up. There was no way she could've squeezed in an additional round of dress shopping in the few days she and Liyang would spend every time they went to Beijing to settle things for their wedding. Besides, this would be a great opportunity for her to get closer to her in-laws and get them excited – they were, after all, preparing a surprise for him.
Liyang’s mum had cried when she put on her qipao. “Oh, my baby,” she sobbed in Mandarin, and got up from the sofa to give Jungae a hug. “You’re going to be my daughter.”
“Yeah. We’re going to be family,” Jungae replied, in Mandarin, feeling a little teary herself. She’d worked hard to learn the language so she could communicate better with her future in-laws, and it all seemed to pay off when mama Zhang let out a choked sob and pulled Jungae even closer, while papa Zhang, Yixin and Jungyeon laughed and dabbed their tears away.
Liyang had made the rehearsal dinner absolutely perfect. Everything had been amazing, from the decor to the food and the speeches made by their closest friends and family. Jungae had teared up many times, and caught Liyang tearing too.
“Thank you for tonight,” she told him before they’d separated into their respective rooms for the night before the next day – their wedding day. “It was perfect. Just like you.”
Liyang chuckles, and tucks a lock of hair behind Jungae’s ear. “I’m far from perfect, Jungae,” he said. “And thank you too,” his hands slid down her arms and rest at the curve of her hips. “For this – the qipao – I knew you flew to Beijing with my parents and sister to get it. You spent time with them and made them such a big part of this wedding, and I love you so much for it.”
“I love them, you know,” Jungae replied, feeling her chest fill with so much warmth and love for Liyang and his family. “I love them like they’re my own.”
Liyang leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Tomorrow,” he said. “They’ll be yours too.”
just in case people were confused by the names:
jungae = jongdae
liyang = liyin
baekhee = baekhyun
kyungsoon = kyungsoo
chanmi = chanyeol
yixin = yixing
jungyeon = jongdae's real life hyung jongdeok
you're next,singilu!
Wedding days were always said to be the most nervewracking days of a woman’s life. Everything from the planning to the actual day itself was hectic. So many things can go wrong – from the decor to the food to the guests; even the dress could turn up wrong and cause a disaster – but Jungae couldn’t find it in herself to be nervous at all. She was so happy, and she knew that happiness would be the single most overwhelming feeling she’d have the whole day.
She’s sending Liyang a whole string of cat stickers on KakaoTalk while sitting in a satin dressing gown in front of the vanity. Her hanbok isn’t here yet, and neither are her shoes, accessories and bouquet, but she doesn’t mind. Baekhee, however, fusses over Jungae’s hair, making it lie this way and that, but it didn’t seem to fit her liking at all.
“Someone!” She yells to the rest of the room. “Call the hairdresser back. I don’t care if she’s with the groomsmen or with Liyang oppa, just get her back!”
Jungae couldn’t help but laugh. Her best friend-turned-maid of honour was far more nervous than she was. It was as though all the anxiety that she was supposed to feel had somehow been transferred over to her. “It’s okay, Baek,” she says, grabbing Baekhee’s wrist. “It looks fine to me.”
“No, it doesn’t,” Baekhee insists. “It’s curling wrongly.” She lifts up a lock of Jungae’s hair and points at it. “Look! It’s terrible! They need to redo it!”
“It’s really fine,” Jungae insists. “I’m sure Liyang oppa wouldn’t notice it at all.”
Baekhee huffs, and lets the lock of hair fall back onto Jungae’s shoulder. “I’m sure he’ll notice when he starts taking selfies to upload on instagram. Don’t say I told you so.”
“I can just do this.” Jungae tosses her curls back, and bats her eyelashes at Baekhee.
Baekhee grimaces. “Gross. How did a hot, perfect guy like Liyang oppa end up with a greasy, tacky chick like you, anyway?”
“I have my charms,” Jungae replies, winking. It makes Baekhee pretend to throw up, which she deems a success, and turns back to her phone to see a reply from Liyang.
Can’t wait to see you
I miss you already
Soon!!!!!!!!!!!! Jungae replies, sending a bunch of determined-looking cat stickers along with it. Soon I’ll be Mrs Zhang Liyang and you won’t be able to get rid of me, ever
Soon’s not coming soon enough he replies almost instantly. And why would I want to get rid of you?
Baekhee thinks that I’m a “greasy, tacky chick” and you’re a “hot, perfect guy” she types back, not even bothering to hide her grin. Be glad I didn’t show her that video of you dancing to Love on Top
You should. That was my most perfect moment.
Baekhee doesn’t see what I do
You’re perfect to me, Jungae
Jungae ducks her head and feels her cheeks strain from holding up her grin. Even after three years of dating and some five years of friendship, Liyang can still make her heart swell in her chest and feel like she’s soaring through the skies with his easy affection.
She can’t want to be married to him.
Jungae had expected Liyang to propose to her approximately seven times. The first time she had that niggling feeling was when he’d brought her to the tiny cafe they’d gone to on their first date. Nothing had happened, of course, but she couldn’t shake that feeling off.
It was only around four months later, when they were walking around Ikea did the proposal finally happen. In retrospect, it was completely unexpected, compared to the seven times when Jungae had felt that Liyang was going to propose. They were walking towards the restaurant, since Jungae had a severe craving for meatballs, when Liyang pulled them over to one of the showrooms and plopped himself onto a sofa. He extended a hand to Jungae so she could join him, and she did, curling up against his body and pressing her cheek to his.
“This would be great in our house,” he had said, pulling her close.
She stilled, then turned to him. “Our house?” She repeated.
He blinked, and there was a beat of silence, until.
“Marry me, Kim Jungae.”
“I still can’t believe he proposed to you in Ikea,” was Baekhee’s first reaction when Jungae called for an emergency girls’ night three days later.
“It’s cute,” Jungae said, her grin wide. “He’s perfect, Baekhee, I love him so much.”
“Yeah, we heard you the first hundred times,” Kyungsoon rolled her eyes. She pulled another bridal magazine close and flipped lazily. “You should have a destination wedding.”
The bed creaked as Chanmi jolted up from where she’s sprawled, almost sending Kyungsoon toppling off the side. “You could have it in Hawaii! It’ll be so romantic!”
Baekhee rolled her eyes. “No one’s got the money to fly that far,” she said, letting out a long-suffering sigh for added effect. “Anyway, the most important question is, which one of us is going to be your maid of honour?”
“Ha,” Kyungsoon snorted. “Like that’s even a question.”
“Yeah, obviously it’s gonna be you,” Chanmi added, nudging Baekhee in the ribs. “You and Jungae have been bosom buddies since, like, birth.”
Baekhee huffed. “I’m four months older.”
“I can’t believe we’re still having this conversation at twenty-seven,” Jungae said, laughing because she’s just so happy. She rolled over and tackled Baekhee into the mattress, and Baekhee shrieked and threatened to revoke bosom buddy status. Chanmi joined in as well, and after a moment of carefully feigned apathy, Kyungsoon pounced on them as well.
“This is so weird,” Chanmi said much, much later, after they’re covered in popcorn kernels and left greasy stains all over the bridal magazines. “You’re getting married, Jungae. You’re going to be, like. A wife.”
“You’re gonna be a woman,” Baekhee added.
“That’s really backwards thinking,” Jungae pointed out. “You don’t need to get married to be a woman. I’m already a woman. So are you. I’ll just. Have more responsibilities. Not just to my own family but also to Liyang and his.”
Kyungsoon stared at her, eyes wide. “If marriage is making you grow up like this then I hope Baekhee gets married soon too,” she said, her voice monotonous.
Baekhee whacked her with a pillow. “I’m not getting married, you shit. I swear you’ll be next.”
There’s so much to plan and do. Jungae hadn’t realised the sheer volume of it until she and Liyang had really sat down and tried to make a list.
“There’s still other stuff that we have to think about,” he said as Jungae ran through whatever they already had. “Not just for the wedding, but also for after.”
“Our house?” She asked. “I thought I’d be moving in with you?” She was already halfway there, anyway. Some of her clothes are in his wardrobe, and her toothbrush is sitting next to his by the sink. She had a couple of her books on his bookcase, and there was a box of her favourite cereal in his cupboard.
“That’s a bachelor pad of a studio apartment, babe,” he laughed, leaning close to press a kiss on her temple. “We need a real house. One for two.”
She considered it for a moment. “But this fits two.”
“And maybe more than two,” Liyang added. His eyes softened, and it looked a little like doubt. “Remember when we talked about…”
“A little boy and a little girl,” Jungae finishes, grasping him by the wrist and pecking him on the nose. “Yes, I do.”
They were watching a movie, curled up on the couch, Liyang in Jungae’s lap with her hands in his hair, playing with the strands. She can’t remember what movie it was anymore, but there had been a pair of fraternal twins, and she was in love.
“I want one,” she had said.
“Which one?” Liyang asked, turning so he could look at her.
“A pair of twins. One little boy and one little girl,” she told him. “I bet the little girl would be your little princess. You’ll spoil her rotten.”
“As if the little boy won’t end up being mummy’s boy,” Liyang said, tapping her on the nose. He hums as she grins down at him. “Twins, huh.”
“Double bundles of joy,” Jungae said.
Liyang laughed. “Just wait till you have to wake up at three am to change their diapers. They won’t be joy then.”
They found their home in a four-bedroom apartment in Hongdae. It was a neighbourhood they hadn’t initially considered, since it had more of an artsy youth vibe to it than anything else, but it was also a five minute walk to the subway station and a branch of the performance school Liyang was teaching in.
The apartment itself was everything Jungae had ever dreamed of. It was bright and airy, with high ceilings and windows that let so much light in, there was absolutely no need for lighting during the day. The kitchen opened up to the living room, and it took Jungae a mere minute in it to see herself and Liyang spending their days here.
“We’re home,” Liyang said, his warm breath against her lips when they’d kissed in their empty living room after they’d gotten the keys. They spent the next hour sitting on a thick, old blanket spread out on the floor eating convenience store kimbap and pepero while dreaming of decor and names of their children, and Jungae couldn’t think of a time in her life where she had been happier.
Jungae was feeling a little overwhelmed. She had never been one to be drawn to flowers – the way to her heart was boxes of chocolate – but for some reason Liyang had insisted that they plan and set up a part of the wedding all by themselves as a surprise for the other. He’d picked flowers for her, and in retaliation, she’d given him the responsibility of planning their rehearsal dinner.
“I don’t know,” Jungae whined, turning to Yixin for help. Her future sister-in-law looked incredibly mesmerised by a tower of red roses, reaching out to run her finger on a petal.
“Yixin unnie, help me,” Jungae tried again, and Yixin turned to her.
“Red roses?” Yixin offered, cupping one in her hand. “It’s very romantic. And very traditional too.”
Jungae considers it. “Will Liyang oppa like it, though?”
Yixin tilted her head to the side in consideration. “I think he’d find beauty in whatever you pick, Jungae-yah.”
Jungae pouted. “I know that, but I need it to be perfect, unnie. I can’t screw this up.”
“What makes you think you’ll screw this up?” Yixin asked. “Just follow your heart. Everything else will fall into place.”
Her dimple dances on her cheek, and Jungae started to wonder why she was doubting herself too. It was her wedding, a mere start to a whole new chapter in her life – one that would always include Liyang on every page.
“You’re right,” she said, turning with much renewed determination to the many displays of floral arrangements around her.
Even though Liyang and Jungae had decided to hold two separate weddings – the first in Seoul for Jungae's family and the second the following week in Beijing for Liyang's – Jungae had still wanted to honour Liyang's family and culture in their Korean wedding in some way. She eventually picked a mix of lillies and orchids for her bouquet and wedding flowers, and decided to wear a qipao to the rehearsal dinner to surprise Liyang. Yixin had lit up when Jungae told her of her plan, and organised a trip to Beijing solely to search for it.
Sneaking off to Beijing with Yixin and Jungae's sister, Jungyeon, had been fun. Liyang had asked where she was going that weekend, and she'd claimed a girls' weekend escape to Jeju and gotten Baekhee and Chanmi to back her up. There was no way she could've squeezed in an additional round of dress shopping in the few days she and Liyang would spend every time they went to Beijing to settle things for their wedding. Besides, this would be a great opportunity for her to get closer to her in-laws and get them excited – they were, after all, preparing a surprise for him.
Liyang’s mum had cried when she put on her qipao. “Oh, my baby,” she sobbed in Mandarin, and got up from the sofa to give Jungae a hug. “You’re going to be my daughter.”
“Yeah. We’re going to be family,” Jungae replied, in Mandarin, feeling a little teary herself. She’d worked hard to learn the language so she could communicate better with her future in-laws, and it all seemed to pay off when mama Zhang let out a choked sob and pulled Jungae even closer, while papa Zhang, Yixin and Jungyeon laughed and dabbed their tears away.
Liyang had made the rehearsal dinner absolutely perfect. Everything had been amazing, from the decor to the food and the speeches made by their closest friends and family. Jungae had teared up many times, and caught Liyang tearing too.
“Thank you for tonight,” she told him before they’d separated into their respective rooms for the night before the next day – their wedding day. “It was perfect. Just like you.”
Liyang chuckles, and tucks a lock of hair behind Jungae’s ear. “I’m far from perfect, Jungae,” he said. “And thank you too,” his hands slid down her arms and rest at the curve of her hips. “For this – the qipao – I knew you flew to Beijing with my parents and sister to get it. You spent time with them and made them such a big part of this wedding, and I love you so much for it.”
“I love them, you know,” Jungae replied, feeling her chest fill with so much warmth and love for Liyang and his family. “I love them like they’re my own.”
Liyang leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Tomorrow,” he said. “They’ll be yours too.”
just in case people were confused by the names:
jungae = jongdae
liyang = liyin
baekhee = baekhyun
kyungsoon = kyungsoo
chanmi = chanyeol
yixin = yixing
jungyeon = jongdae's real life hyung jongdeok
you're next,
singilu!
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that is all.
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April I think you're my favorite ChenYin writer.
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THE NAMES /SOBS
This was brilliant! Let me love you (https://31.media.tumblr.com/89e4bc060c834d23aa8efe620b96df41/tumblr_mzvfb4SrE31ry6nu5o5_500.gif) ;3;
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Jungae seems to be a little more 'tamer' compared to Jongdae ^^
oh and Jungyeon is Joonmyun, right?
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thanks for reading!