soundczechfic

I'll watch from the corner, dressed in a crafty disguise. I'll speak into a walkie-talkie. Come in, on_the_ground, she's on the move. I repeat, she's on the move. The two of us will come up with a decent plan to dispose of you; we both have our reasons. Mine are obvious, tears streaming down my face as Super Junior insert your name into the chorus of Miracle. The colour theme is brown, your favourite, and Sungmin looks oddly naked in these drab, boring costumes. There's not a hint of pink to be seen anywhere. O_T_G's desire for revenge runs deeper. Maybe you shouldn't have been such a fucking whore to her back in the day.