Jaehyun Quotes

I draw my eyes over his face, eyes, cheek, nose, lips, chin. Every part of him is flawless. Like a painting or a sculpture. I saw Michelangelo’s David once and I think Lee Jaehyun is more beautiful than that slab of perfectly-shaped marble.

Shin Jae-hyun was slowly recovering from that urge and desire. So Park Mun-dae spoke roughly again. "Let's 's go home, you idiot." There is still no reasonable reason to do so. But not knowing may be the essence of impulses. And now it was all right for him to act impulsively. Cheongryeo spoke. "Yes

I saw Michelangelo’s David once and I think Lee Jaehyun is more beautiful than that slab of perfectly-shaped marble.

With the sudden burst of even more piercing cries, Emery suspected that Jaehyun had just flashed his six-pack.

Emery’s voice cut off as his foot slipped. Pitching forward, he stumbled into Jaehyun, nearly knocking them both over in the process

Kim Yongnam. Lee Jaehyun. Jung Emery. Shin Sunwoo. Lee Sungil. NEON NEON NEON!

So, what I am going to say now is because of this: because I do not want there to be any misunderstandings between us.” He takes a deep breath, building up to something. “I do not want to be your friend, Raphael. I do not want to watch sunrises and think of you. I do not want to close my eyes to go to sleep and see the image of your mouth when you smile. I do not want to spend a five-hour flight daydreaming about your eyes or the sound of your voice or the way you say my name. I do not want it. And yet… all of these things I have done just today.” “Jaeh…” I start but he’s not finished. “If you come to see me in New York, then I will assume—based on what you have said—that you wish for there to be something between us which is not friendship. I will also assume, even though you did not confirm it when I asked you, that you wish to fuck me.” “Ask me again,” I reply before he can say anything else. “Ask me again if I want to fuck you, Jaehyun.” I can hear his breathing change, soft and almost imperceptible, to something quicker, a little heavier. “Do you want to fuck me?” “Yes.” I breathe the word out, the lightness of its release making my head spin. I close my eyes to re-center myself because I feel fit to splinter apart from the confession. “I want that. I want…” I open my eyes and stare out at the flickering lights of downtown LA, sparks of amber that bleed together the longer I look at them. “I want you. I don’t know what this is but I haven’t been able to think in a straight line since I saw you and it’s driving me insane. I want…to touch you, breathe you in, kiss you, taste you, and I don’t know what any of it means. It’s…it’s like I’m fucking obsessed. I feel obsessed. Have you ever been obsessed with anything? Ever wanted something so much it makes every breath you have to take without it, pointless?

As long as Jaehyun didn’t decide to do his full-body three-hour skincare routine—it had happened before during their last promotions and Yongnam had been pissed—Emery had about thirty minutes until he could shower.