five 

2011 - twenty-five

banana milk 

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She never understood how everything became so ed up. 

She’d ruined everything (or that’s what it seemed like anyways, even though there were other people involved). 

Yunho had thanked the company (or more like their president), in TVXQ’s new album. And Junsu (much to everyone’s surprise – because he was usually the quiet one, while Yoochun was the hothead) had tweeted an ambiguous message that seemed to be directed at his former leader. 

And quick to defend “Yunho’s honor” (or whatever the hell they all thought they were fighting for), a handful of the Super Junior boys, old dance instructors, aged vocal teachers, and she (yes, even she) voiced their dissatisfaction towards JYJ through social media. 

Actually, she was one of the first ones who started it. 

She’d never meant for it to hurt Junsu (because really, everyone was just as hurt by the whole thing). But the news portals all blew the whole thing out of proportion (and management let them – probably even instructed them to make it as big a deal as possible) because it just made the tales of SMTown’s tighter-than-family-bonds even more believable (and at the same time, painted JYJ as the traitors that the company wanted the world to see them as). 

She didn’t see it until it’s all over the news, but when she finally realized what had happened (what management had manipulated all of them into doing), it was already too late, the damage already done. 

The company knew Yunho was going to thank them (because that’s just how great of a person he was – they tore apart his group and left him with almost nothing, and yet he still found some way in his gracious heart to be grateful to them for giving TVXQ a second chance). 

And they knew the effect it would have on JYJ (it didn’t matter which member, they just knew someone was bound to break sooner or later, especially since there hasn’t been a word or a peep from them for almost two years). 

All they had left to do was get the staff buzzing (about that stupid ing SM-family-pride, or whatever the hell it was) to instigate enough anger in their artists (it didn’t matter who either because quite frankly