I seriously can't deal with this. I've watched this and other fancams of this talk like twenty times today.

Changmin and his thirsty self. And BAE. WITH HIS GODDAMN ENGLISH. And it's ADORABLEEEEEEEEEEE <3 <3 <3

That part where he chimes in with the "maybe you, maybe you." JFC, if he'd have been pointing at me, I'd have combusted. My lady parts would have exploded. My skeleton would have liquified and begun to seep out of my body, my insides would have turned to gelatin. And then i'd just poof into a bunch of little sparkles. (courtesy of my inner gay man. He'd make sure I went out fabulously)

So, the moral of this story is. I am dead.

You have finally done it, Jung. You have killed me. I don't even know what to do with you anymore, you make my insides get all twisty and turny and my heart go afjsdkbjdsbgkjdsbjgbkd and I love you to a point that is probably not healthy.

Sigh.