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You are The Tower
Ambition, fighting, war, courage. Destruction, danger, fall, ruin.
The Tower represents war, destruction, but also spiritual renewal. Plans are disrupted. Your views and ideas will change as a result.
The Tower is a card about war, a war between the structures of lies and the lightning flash of truth. The Tower stands for "false concepts and institutions that we take for real." You have been shaken up; blinded by a shocking revelation. It sometimes takes that to see a truth that one refuses to see. Or to bring down beliefs that are so well constructed. What's most important to remember is that the tearing down of this structure, however painful, makes room for something new to be built.
What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.
You are a Visionary
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Your imagination, self-assuredness, and knowledge of the world combine to make you a VISIONARY.
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You have clear notions of how things could be, and the confidence to try to make them that way.
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You enjoy having a routine, and prefer comfort and familiarity to risk and adventure.
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Not needing others' approval to forge ahead, you are confident in your designs for the future.
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Your imagination allows you to envision the world as a better place.
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You're better at thinking of the big picture than you are with details, and you can see wonder in abstract things.
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Style and appearances are important to you, and you have a good eye for beauty.
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You are somewhat rigid in your beliefs, which comes from both confidence and an aversion to change.
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You are good at creating works of art in forms with which you're familiar.
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You're not afraid to let your emotions guide you, and you're generally considerate of others' feelings as well.
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You prefer to have time to plan for things, feeling better with a schedule than with keeping plans up in the air until the last minute.
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You tend to believe that things happen for a reason, and that not everything is under our control.
If you want to be different:
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Appreciate the earthly, functional elements of things.
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Your clarity of vision sometimes prevents you from being open to new ideas. Try expanding your horizon of experiences, and experimenting with novel ways of doing things.
how you relate to others
You are Faithful
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Your trust in others, respect for tradition, and caring nature make you FAITHFUL.
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Maintaining a few intimate relationships is more important to you than knowing a lot of people, and you share a lot with your close friends.
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Those who have managed to get close to you value your camaraderie, and they know that they can trust you with anything; you're a good listener.
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While you can usually see several sides of an argument, you often have a strong opinion as to which side is correct—the order of things is usually clear to you.
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Your perspective on the world is based on careful observation, and you know a lot about how people feel in—and react to—many situations.
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Your exploration of others' feelings has led you to believe that although people generally act appropriately, having clear social rules is very important to a functional society.
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Time alone for reflection is important to you—you are introspective and aware of your own feelings.
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Faithful is as faithful does—you expect those with whom you are close to be loyal to you, and you take betrayal of your trust very seriously.
If you want to be different:
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Some of the alternate perspectives that you understand may have more value than you give them credit for—keep in mind that right and wrong aren't always so clear-cut.
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While you are able to reap the benefits of your time alone, and may see interacting with a lot of people as more tiring than exciting, remember that there is a lot to be learned from experiencing things and not just reflecting on them.
- Mood:
cold - Music:My Fair Lady ost
I can't say anything but love them so much that it hurts me, hurt cassiopeia cause of this unending problem.
But Cassie will always believe the rainbow will come after this hard rainy days and give us happiness again, right?! Us, for Dbsk and Cassiopeia.
Please remain unchanged Cassiopeia, remain to love and support them...
Those Unchanged Words...
Hana, dul, se—anyong-haseyo, Dongbangshinki-mida!
Do you remind it?
few words that you five always say
few words .. few words that remain unchanged
ven in dark and full of anxiety days
those words will not change as you promised to always besides us, your Cassiopeia
Hana, dul, se—anyong-haseyo, Dongbangshinki-mida!
Will you say it again?
one more.. one more.. please one more and one more time
to vanish all of this longingness
to wash away this fearness
to bring back happiness in our teary heart
Hana, dul, se—anyong-haseyo, Dongbangshinki-mida!
Something that we will always wait for
the promised that you say
the love that you give
we believe it.. always
even it's hard to smile in this unfinished problem
even our heart sometimes cant bear it
but we will remain stand by you
don't you ever worrying it, our deary Love
Hana, dul, se—anyong-haseyo, Dongbangshinki-mida!
Something that we wont forget
one year, ten years,thirty or fifty years later
even when we have child besides us
even our hair turn to white
those words will always there in our heart
warming up our 'not always shiny' days
those words will always there
Hana, dul, se—anyong-haseyo, Dongbangshinki-mida!
We will always love you
and till you say it again
we will wait for it
we will wait for it
cause we are Cassiopeia
and Cassiopeia destined to love DBSK
endlessly... eternally
Oppadeul, we know you must be tired of these problem
It must be hard for you
But don't you sad, don't you down
We will pray for you
We will always support you
We believe it will end
and your bright smiles will blom again
we will wait for it
Cause I miss these smiles.. will u smile like dis again oppadeul??!
- Location:home
- Mood:
melancholy - Music:iljimae ost
Love in The Bus Series
Story One:
My Prince of Happiness…
Author: Amalia'lala' aka sunflolia aka ^azalea^
Genre : Fluff
Rating: PG
Starring: Park Yoochun and Park Bom
Sumtimes love come from an unpredictable place...
Park Bom memandang kesal kearah jalanan yang sepi di sekitar halte bus itu. Entah sudah beberapa kali ia menggerutu sendirian menyesali nasib apesnya yang harus pindah dari kota besar semegah Seoul ke Jung-dong di distrik Heundae yang menurut pendapatnya termasuk daerah terpencil. Awalnya ia merasa tidak keberatan saat ayahnya menjelaskan tentang penugasannya ke Busan seminggu yang lalu, tapi Park Bom sama sekali tak pernah membayangkan bahwa tempat penugasan ayahnya adalah di sebuah daerah kecil di Busan yang jauh dari kesan kota besar atau bahasa kasarnya kuno, juga dengan kenyataan bahwa tempatnya tinggal ternyata terletak cukup jauh dari sekolahnya di Heundae Girls High School sehingga iapun harus bangun sangat awal demi sebuah bus pagi, lagi-lagi sial karena mobil ayahnya yang rusak berat dan entah kapan bisa kembali normal.
Pukul 06.15 bus itupun tiba, dengan setengah hati Bom masuk kedalam bus, sempat memperhatikan unjeonsa (supir^^) ajuhsi yang terlihat sudah cukup tua lalu duduk di jejeran kursi bus paling belakang, memandang hampa pada kursi-kursi bus yang masih kosong.
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“Agasshi, Agasshi…. Ironabwa!!” Ucap unjeonsa ajuhssi pada Bom yang tertidur pulas di kursi bus paling belakang. Merasakan ada yang sedang berbicara padanya akhirnya Bom terbangun juga. Dengan cepat diambilnya tas sekolahnya lalu turun dari bus setelah membungkuk pada unjeonsa ajuhsshi yang hanya tersenyum padanya.
Diperjalanan menuju rumahnya Bom berkali-kali menguap malas. Toko-toko kelontongan kecil, deretan rumah, tiang listrik, rumah makan, lalu tiang listrik lagi benar-benar membuatnya ngantuk. Tak ada satupun tempat yang menarik perhatiannya, sangat membosankan dan ia benci merasa bosan, ia juga benci dianggap sebagai orang aneh di sekolah barunya, ia ingin kembali ke Seoul bagaimanapun caranya.
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“Ne, aku memang tidak suka tempat ini eomma!!! Apa bagusnya tinggal di tempat terpencil seperti ini. Di Seoul aku bisa menemukan barang-barang kesukaanku dengan gampang, disini?? Eomma lihat sendiri toko-toko kecil itu isinya apa. Pokoknya aku mau kembali ke Seoul, titik!” Kata-kata itu terus terngiang di telinga Bom, disapunya airmata yang perlahan jatuh dipipinya. Kota yang asing, teman-teman baru yang memiliki selera yang berbeda dengannya sehingga membuatnya terlihat aneh, juga toko-toko kecil yang tak memenuhi kebutuhannya sungguh membuat Bom tertekan. Ia ingin kembali ke Seoul, tapi tak bisa. Yang ia bisa hanya menahan semuanya dalam hati, namun terkadang dengan terpaksa meluapkannya dengan airmata seperti saat ini. Menangis sendirian di dalam bus sore. Lalu tiba-tiba seseorang mengusik disela tangisnya..
“Mianhe, kamu orang baru disini yah?” Tanya orang itu, kedengarannya ramah. Bom mengedarkan pandangannya ke penjuru bus, mencari sumber suara karena sejak tadi ia tak melihat satu orangpun penumpang bus selain dirinya. Apa mungkin unjeonsa ajuhssi? Tapi suara ajuhssi itu berbeda dari yang biasa ia dengar.
“Unjeonsa ajuhssi? ” Tanyanya ragu. Ajuhssi pengemudi itupun memalingkan mukanya, lalu tersenyum manis, tidak manis sekali. Sejenak Bom terpaku, kemudian segera memalingkan wajahnya yang terasa panas saat ajuhssi eh cowok pengemudi itu menghentikan bus dan melambai-lambaikan tangannya kearah Bom dengan ekspresi khawatir.
“Gwenchana??” Tanyanya lembut
“Eh.. ne..” Jawab Bom tergagap, lalu perlahan bus itu kembali berjalan
Lama jeda, Bom kembali hanyut dalam pikirannya, sesekali berharap bisa mendapatkan kejadian menarik di kota kecil ini. Lalu tiba-tiba saja cowok pengemudi itu kembali bersuara..
“Hmm, ajuhssi yang kau maksud itu mungkin appaku. Appa sedang sakit, makanya aku yang menggantikannya” Kata Cowok itu yang hanya dibalas anggukan oleh Bom, sama sekali tak tahu harus berkata apa.
“Namaku Yoochun, Park Yoochun. Jadi lain kali kau tidak perlu memanggiku ajuhshi, aku masih terlalu muda untuk dipanggil ajuhshi” Ucap cowok bernama Yoochun itu lalu tertawa kecil, entah mengapa tapi suara tawa Yoochun terasa seperti melodi indah di telinga Bom sehingga mampu memalingkannya dari rasa sedih yang ia rasakan.
“Namaku Park Bom. Aku memang orang baru disini” Kata Bom juga akhirnya ”Sudah kuduga, biasanya orang baru yang datang kesini apalagi kalo berasal dari kota besar akan memasang wajah sepertimu”
”Wajah sepertiku??”
”Iyah, wajah seperti melihat barang rongsokan. Tadi wajahmu seperti itu. Mianhe, kaca itu yang menunjukkannya padaku” Jelas Yoochun sambil menunjuk kaca yang ada didepannya. Membuat Bom merasa malu. Mungkinkah dia melihatku menagis tadi??
”Hmm, Jung-dong memang kota kecil yang mirip pedesaan. Agak kuno dan sepi memang. Tapi Jung-dong juga mempunyai beberapa tempat menarik. Haisshh, sayang aku tak punya banyak waktu, kalau tidak aku pasti akan menujukkannya padamu” Ucap Yoochun lagi, sangat ramah. Membuat Bom merasakan kedamaian tersendiri yang tak pernah ia rasakan sejak bearada di Jung-dong.
”Hmmm, kau setiap pagi juga menaiki bus ini kan? Kalau begitu setiap pagi dan sore aku akan bercerita tentang Jung-dong padamu, bagaimana? Aku juga bosan kalau diam seperti patung terus hehehehhe” Tawar Yoochun yang ditanggapi dengan senyuman lebar Bom. Sekilas ia melihat senyuman manis Yoochun yang juga merekah dari kaca bus.
Lalu tibalah di tempat perhentian bus. Bom turun dari dalam bus setelah mengangguk kecil kearah Yoochun yang tersenyum. Dalam hati Bom bersyukur tidak duduk di kursi belakang sore ini. “Mungkin ini awal dari kejadian menarik yang aku nantikan” Katanya pelan sambil bersenandung kecil. Ini pertama kalinya ia tak merasa ngantuk melewati jalanan ke rumahnya yang begitu sepi dan membosankan.
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Sejak bertemu Yoochun, halte bus menjadi satu tempat yang menarik bagi Bom. Tiap malam ia menantikan pagi agar ia bisa segera pergi ke halte bus, lalu tiap ia sampai di Heundae Girls High School ia akan berdoa agar hari segera menjadi sore. Dan sama seperti pagi biasanya, pagi itu Bom duduk manis di kursi paling depan sambil mencuri pandang kearah Yoochun yang sedang serius memperhatikan jalan yang yang agak berkabut.
“Hari ini kau mau mendengar cerita tentang apa?” Tanya Yoochun setelah jalanan tak berkabut lagi
”Apa saja, tapi hmm bagaimana kalau tentang Heundae Aquarium??” Tanya Bom ceria
”Ok,” jawab Yoochun. Dan mulailah Yoochun menceritakan tentang Heundae akuarium pada Bom yang mendengarkanya dengan penuh antusias. Sesekali Yoochun tertawa mendengar pertanyaan-pertanyaan polos Bom yang juga ikut tertawa pada akhirnya. Namun seperti biasanya pula cerita Yoochun harus berakhir ketika mereka sampai di Heundae Girls High School.
”Kenapa tak turun?” Tanya Yoochun sedikit bingung saat melihat Bom yang tak beranjak dari tempat duduknya.
”Eh.. itu.. itu anu.. bisa tidak jalan 50 meter lagi ke depan. Aku harus membeli ehmm pensil baru, iyah pensil baru” Jawab Bom grogi sambul menggaruk-garuk kepalanya yang sama sekali tdak gatal.
”Ohh di toko buku itu, baiklah.. let’s gooo....” Ucap Yoochun kelebihan semangat sehingga membuat Bom terkikik geli dengan ke’unik'an Yoochun.
Sebenarnya ia sama sekali tidak membutuhkan pensil pagi itu. Ia masih mempunyai tiga pensil didalam tasnya, dia hanya ingin menghabiskan lebih lama waktu dengan Yoochun. Dan segera setelah bus yang dikemudikan Yoochun menjauh dari toko buku tempat Bom turun, Bom dengan tergesa-gesa berlari ke sekolahnya. Nafasnya tersenga-sengal, rambutnya sedikit berantakan, tapi ia gembira. Ia punya tambahan 6 menit untuk bersama Yoochun pagi ini.
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”Hari ini kau capek sekali yah?” Tanya Yoochun sambil merogoh-rogoh kantong bajunya.
”He eh..” Jawab Bom sedikit bingung lalu menyandarkan kepalanya ke kursi sambil menarik nafas panjang.
”Ini tangkap...” Ucap Yoochun sambil melemparkan lollipop srawberry kearah belakang yang langsung mendarat dengan mulus diatas kepala Bom. Bom yang tak siap menangkap hanya bisa pasrah mengelus kepalanya yang terkena lollipop, sedikit kesal karena Yoochun malah sibuk cekikikan sendiri di depan.
”Ckhh bukannya minta maaf malah tertawa, sikap macam apa itu?!” Sungut Bom pura-pura ngambek.
”Habis mukamu itu loh imut sekali, jadi pengen cubit-cubit .. gemes ihihihihihih” Jawab Yoochun yang langsung membuat Bom tertunduk malu. Wajahnya panas, jantungnya berdetak kencang, ia tak bisa mengatakan apapun. Mungkin malam ini ia tak perlu memasang musik lagi, kata-kata Yoochun tadi akan menjadi lagu pengantarnya tidur.
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”Chunnie oppa keumanhe.. basah ini..” Ucap Bom sambil berlari-lari kecil menghindari Yoochun yang memercik-mercikan air laut padanya.
”Huuh, apa itu.. sama air saja takut.. sama dunk seperti kambing, takut air..” Balas Yoochun sambil tertawa-tawa jahil.
”MWO?? Kambing??!!! Yah, ulangi sekali lagi kalau berani!!!” Teriak Bom yang langsung dibalas dengan juluran lidah dari Yoochun. Bom yang gemas dengan sikap sok imut Yoochun yang memang imut langsung mengejar Yoochun yang telah berlari duluan.
”Chunnie oppa curaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanggggggg
”Kau kan kambing harusnya bisa lari lebih cepat.. hahahahhahahahah..wleee” Goda Yoochun lagi yang langsung membuat Bom menambah kecepatannya dua kali lipat.
Lelah karena berkejar-kejaran akhirnya mereka beristirahat sambil menikmati matahari tenggelam di pantai Heundae. Lalu suasana tiba-tiba berubah, ada perasaan hangat yang menyeliputi hati Bom. Dia, Yoochun, dan matahari tenggelam, betapa sempurnanya itu andai saja....
”Bommie yah....” Ucap Yoochun tiba-tiba, lalu mendekat kearah Bom yang duduk membeku disebelahnya
”.....”
”Bommie yah... sebenarnya aku.. sebenarnya... ”
”...”
Perlahan Bom merasakan sesuatu di pundaknya, tangan Yoochun kah??...
”Chunie oppa....”
”Bom.... Bomm.. YAH.. PARK BOM IRONABWA!!” Dan sekejap itu tiba-tiba saja Bom sudah berada di bus lagi. Dikerjap-kerjapkan matanya dan betapa terkejutnya Bom saat melihat wajah Yoochun yang hanya beberapa senti saja dari wajahnya.
”Arrrgggghhhh!!!!” Teriak mereka hampir bersamaan. Awalnya Bom yang teriak duluan, tapi karena teriakan Bom yang tiba-tiba akhirnya Yoochun ikut-ikutan teriak juga.
”Haishh kau ini, sudah setengah mati dibangunkan, eh bangun-bangun malah meneriakiku” Ucap Yoochun ngos-ngosan
”Mian” Kata Bom salah tingkah sambil mengendalikan nafasnya dan detak jantungnya yang super cepat. Bayangan mimpinya yang tiba-tiba datang membuatnya tak mampu melihat Yoochun. Maka jadilah sore itu Bom bergerak ala robot dengan wajah tertunduk saat turun dari bus, seraya berharap ia tidak mengigaukan nama Yoochun di mimpinya tadi. Pabo Bommieeee...!!!! Ucapnya dalam hati.
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Bom menatap kalender di hpnya dengan cemas. Hari ini enam puluh dua hari sudah sejak ia bertemu dengan Yoochun pertama kali. Banyak hal yang telah terjadi. Mereka tidak hanya berbincang-bincang tentang hal-hal menarik di Jung-dong tapi juga tentang kehidupan sehari-hari mereka. Bahkan Yoochun pernah mengajak Bom menjenguk ayahnya yang sudah lumayan membaik namun tidak bisa bekerja keras lagi. Kadang Yoochun juga bercerita tentang beberapa masalahnya pada Bom, begitu juga Bom. Dan seiring dengan itu perasaan yang mungkin bisa dibilang sebagi cinta tumbuh di hati Bom. Kebaikan, keramahan, ketulusan, juga keanehan Yoochun telah memikat hati Bom. Ia bahkan bersyukur bisa pindah ke Jung-dong dan betemu dengan Yoochun, suatu hal yang tak pernah ia bayangkan akan ia lakukan saat pertama kali tiba di Jung-dong. Hhhhhh, di helanya nafasnya panjang. Besok adalah ulangtahun Yoochun, dan ia ingin sekali mengatakan perasaannya pada Yoochun. Bom tidak perduli apakah Yoochun sudah punya pacar atau tidak, Yoochun akan menerimanya atau tidak, karena ia tidak bisa menahannya lagi. Daripada terus-terusan menghindar tak jelas saat bertemu Yoochun, mending dia katakan saja perasaanya itu pada Yoochun. Yah, begitu saja...!!
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“Bom, kau tahu hari ni hari apa?” Tanya Yoochun penuh harap
”Hari Kamis, masa nama hari saja lupa” Jawab Bom singkat sambil mencoba menenangkan diri
”Kau yakin tidak melupakan sesuatu?” Desak Yoochun
”Oh... tadi aku lupa polpenku di kelas, tapi tak apa..” Jawan Bom lagi sambil memperhatikan benda kecil di tasnya, tak memperdulikan muka bete Yoochun.
”Benar, hanya pulpen?? ” Yoochun masih saja kekeuh bertanya
”Ho oh, memang maunya apa? Hari ini Yoochun aneh sekali” Gumam Bom menahan tawa. Lucu rasanya melihat Yoochun mengernyitkan hidung saat mendengar jawaban Bom.
”Gitu ya.. tidak ada yang lupa.. ohhh” Desah Yoochun dengan nada kecewa lalu memberhentikan bus. Ditatapnya Bom dengan puppy eyesnya, membuat Bom tidak tahan melihatnya sepasang mata menggemaskan itu.
“Uhhh, arasseo.. arasseo berhenti menatapku dan jalankan saja bus ini.. aku membawa kado kok” Ucap Bom pening, benar-benar aura puppy eyes Yoochun sangat kuat.
”Lalu kapan kau berikan?” Tanyanya lagi penuh semangat
”Nanti kalau sudah tiba di perhentian bus dekat rumah” Jawab Bom setelah pening di kepalanya hilang dan tiba-tiba saja Yoochun menjalankan bus dengan begitu cepat, untung saja penumpang terakhir selain Bom sudah turun daritadi.
”Yah Wae gurae???!!! Bahaya tau!!”Sungut Bom kesal
“Hanya ingin lebih cepat saja sampai ke perhentian bus dekat rumahmu” Ucapnya sambil cengengesan. Bom tak tahu harus berkata apa lagi, karena begitu ia sampai di perhentian bus, ia kan menyerahkan kado itu sekaligus menanyakan perasaannya.
Ckkkkkiiitttt
Yoochun menghentikan bus tepat di depan perhentian bus dekat rumah Bom. Jantung Bom berdetak kencang sekaan-akan keluar dari dadanya. Dihirupnya udara yang terasa berat lalu melangkah kearah Yoochun yang telah menunggunya di depan pintu bus sambil tersenyum. Duuhh, kenapa dia harus terseyum semanis itu sii??
Dag dig dug. Bom turun dari bus sambil memegang sebuah kotak berwarna biru tua. Setelah sampai ditatapnya Yoochun lekat-lekat, membuat Yoochun bertanya-tanya ada apa dengan Bom.
”Waeyo?? Wajahku tambah maniskah?? ” Gurau Yoochun, yang menambah debaran jantung Bom yang sudah sangat cepat.
”Ehhmmm ituh.. anu.. hmmm Yoochun aku...” Kata Bom tergagap yang langsung dipotong oleh Yoochun
”Eumm amm eumm amm.. yang jelas donk.. kasih kado ajah lama” Canda Yoochun lagi-lagi tersenyum. Bom sudah tak dapat menahannya lagi.
“Aku menyukaimu...“ Kata Bom cepat sambil menyerahkan kado itu, lalu berlari sekencang-kencangnya tanpa memperdulikan muka cengo Yoochun yang bergeming disamping bus.
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Satu minggu kemudian
Bom termangu di depan halte bus di dekat sekolahnya. Seminggu sudah ia tak bertemu Yoochun, awalnya ia sengaja menghindar tetapi dari cerita Dara, teman sebangkunya sudah tiga hari ini ia tak melihat supir bus yang biasanya mengantar mereka. Dan itu membuat Bom sangat sedih. Ia merindukan senyum jahil Yoochun, ia merindukan tawa lepas Yoochun, namun ia sama sekali tidak tahu Yoochun ada dimana. Jadi dia hanya bisa menunggu Yoochun di halte bus, berharap bisa bertemu dengan Yoochun sebelum mobil jemputan ayahnya datang. Sial memang, dulu ia marah-marah karena mobil ayahnya itu rusak, tapi sekarang ia ingin sekali merusak mobil itu agar ia masih bisa berangkat ke sekolah dengan menggunakan bus. Lalu bus yang sangat ia kenal berhenti tepat di depannya. Ditatapnya bus itu dengan penuh harap, namun nihil, Yoochun tak ada disana. Bom berusaha menahan airmatanya, kini halte bus menjadi hal yang tidak menarik lagi baginya. Ia sekarang sangat ingin berada di kamarnya lalu menangis sepuas-puasnya. Satu-satunya hal yang yang membuat Bom bisa bertahan di Jung-dong adalah karena kehadiran Yoochun, lalu jika Yoochun tak ada seperti sekarang bagaimana dia bisa terus bertahan...
Chunnie, odiga??? I miss you so much
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Tuk..tuk.. Bom menendang batu kerikil di jalanan menuju rumahnya yang tetap saja sepi, sama sepinya dengan harinya tanpa kehadiran Yoochun. Hoooaamm, lagi-lagi ia menguap. Semua kebosanan kembali ia rasakan, sama seperti dulu saat pertama kali tinggal di Jung-dong. Kemudian tiba-tiba ia mendengar suara kayuhan sepeda. Tak ingin berbalik, Bom mempercepat jalannya. Biasanya tak ada yang bermain sepeda sesore ini, perasaan takut pun menghantuinya, bisa saja itu om-om nakal. Lalu saat ia mempercepat langkahnya lagi tiba-tiba saja sepeda itu melaju melewatinya dan berhenti tepat di depannya. Dan dia ada disana, berdiri dengan gagahnya disamping sepeda itu sambil tersenyum hangat kearah Bom. Sebuah syal merah hadiah ulang tahun dari Bom melekat dengan manis di lehernya..
”Hi....” Sapa Yoochun lembut. Mendengar suara merdu itu hampir saja membuat jantung Bom lepas, airmata tiba-tiba mulai menganak di matanya. Berlari mengelilingi lapangan sekolahpun akan ia lakukan jika itu bisa membuatnya bertemu dengan Yoochun, dan kini cowok itu ada di depannya namun ia sama sekali tak bisa berkata apa-apa. Bahkan untuk bergerak saja tak bisa.
”Tidak kangen padaku? Aku dengar-dengar beberapa hari ini ada yang merindukanku.. sapa yah?” Goda Yoochun lalu menuntun sepedanya ke arah Bom yang masih bergeming. Bom merasakan hawa panas disekitarnya, kini jarak mereka sudah semakin dekat.
”Aku... aku.. ehhmmm... ” Kata Bom yang dipotong oleh jemari Yoochun yang menyentuh tangannya.
”Kau tak perlu berkata, sekarang giliranku..” Ucap Yoochun lembut.
”Mianhe beberapa hari ini tak bisa mengantarmu pulang pergi ke sekolah dengan bus, aku harus mengurus beberapa hal menyangkut kepindahanku dan keluargaku kesini”
”Mwo? ” Tanya Bom terkejut
”Uhhm, kan kusudah bilang biar aku saja yang bicara kali ini. Hmm, yah aku pindah kesini.. hanya dua belokan dari rumah yang kuduga adalah rumahmu” Kata Yoochun sambil menatap Bom lekat-lekat.
”Dan soal kejadian waktu ultahku waktu itu, aku sebenarnya ingin marah” Intonasi Yoochun berubah, membuat Bom merasa cemas.
”Aku ingin marah karena kau sama sekali tak memberiku waktu untuk mengatakan sepatah kata pun padamu” Lanjut Yoochun, Bom bingung mendengar kata-kata Yoochun.
”Dengar aku baik-baik” Kata Yoochun lalu mendekatkan bibirnya ke telinga Bom
”Aku juga menyukaimu, salah tidak hanya suka tapi .. saranghaeyo...” Ucapnya lembut lalu memeluk Bom yang terisak di pelukan Yoochun.
”Yah uljima...... kau cengeng sekali” Ujar Yoochun sambil membelai rambut panjang Bom.
”Phabo, ini tangisan bahagia tauk!!” Timpal Bom lalu mencubit perut Yoochun gemas. Yoochun yang terkena cubitan hanya mampu meringis.
“Ayo naik, biar ku antar kau pulang” Kata Yoochun setelah melepaskan pelukannya. Bom pun mengangguk dan langsung menaiki sepeda itu. Dipeluknya Yoochun dengan erat, seolah-olah tak ingin melepaskannya.
“Oppa..” Ucap Bom lembut
“Mwo??!!!” Yoochun terkejut mendengar kata yang diucapkan Bom
“Tadi aku bilang oppa, tidak suka yah?” Tanya Bom sedikit kecewa
”Anni, hanya terkejut saja. Aku suka kok, sangat suka” Jawab Yoochun sambil menyentuh tangan Bom yang memeluk pinggangnya.
”Oh ya oppa, kau tahu, mobil ayahku sudah normal lagi. Aku takut tidak bisa naik busmu lagi” Cerita Bom, resah.
”Kau punya ide??”
”Aku mungkin bisa naik bus kalau mobil itu rusak lagi” Jawab Bom takut-takut
”Kalau begitu besok pagi-pagi sekali kita rusakkan saja mobil ayahmu itu” Ujar Yoochun serius, membuat Bom terkejut.
”Hah??”
”Iyyah, kita rusakkan saja. Tapi kalau ayahmu tanya nanti kubilang kalau putri kesayangannya ini yang merencanakannya hahahhahahhaha” Canda Yoochun lalu tertawa renyah yang langsung disambit dengan polpen oleh Bom.
Malam itu adalah salah satu malam paling membahagiakan bagi Bom. Perjalanan menuju rumahnya pun terlihat begitu indah, tidak membosankan. Takkan pernah ia merasa bosan jika Yoochun ada di sampingnya. Semua akan terlihat indah dan penuh kebahagiaan, sama seperti malam ini. Karena Yoochun adalah pangeran pembawa kebahagiaan baginya. Selamanya.
<3--E N D--<3
- Location:in chunnie's home^^
- Mood:
cheerful - Music:you and I by park bom 2ne1
From Our Heart..
The dolphin boy,
A smile of yours
A laugh of yours
An angelic voice of yours
Brighten our days..
Painted a color names “Happiness” in our life
Even in your pain,
A sincere warm smile always there
In your flawless face that come from your deepest heart
You try to avoid the sadness from your eyes
But we can see it from our heart
Are you worrying our big love?
Are you thinking you’ve disappointed us?
You do really have to know
A heart of ours will never save even tiniest disappointment of yours
A love of ours will never runaway even in your bad time
Cause we all know…
You are one of the biggest and priceless treasure in our life
Just for our unwinged Angels, for all love..even in pain
The Angel Promised Us…
Teary eyes try to close
But sincere hearts have never stopped to pray
For a guardian angel to come along
And guide an unwinged angel that in hurt
Thousands wishes have sent
And thousand again continuously comes
Hoping for an unwinged angel in pain to be fine
And able to spread his happiness through his beautiful magical steps
Then the angels of heaven with his full of love wings suddenly come
Bringing a new hope for the lovers heart
To spread their sincere love as a shelter for all unwinged angels
Promising them to keep the injury unwinged angel and the others save
To let more happiness smile shine on their beautiful unwinged angels faces
And the teary eyes finally closed
With smile in their hearts and lips
Note:
HHH....I dunno tonight just a sad nite for me after reading news about JUNSU OPPA. INJURY..firstly I thought it was not so bad that he could walk and join the concert like usual..but what happenned? He even used wheel chair in the concert so he couldn't do the dance, one thing that he really likes...It was shocking me, wondering uRi superactive cutie angelic oppa in wheelchair is sad..but anyway I Just hope that he will be fine soon...we do LOVELOVELOVELOVELOVELOVELOVELOVE YOU OPPA....HWAITING..
- Location:Wish in TVXQ room's
- Mood: sad
- Music:Bokura no Ongaku by TVXQ
Title: The Memories of You
Genre: Angst
Pairing: Alex Chu and Shin Ae (We Got Married Couple)
Disclaimer: I don’t own them…..just own my imagination about them
Summary: Then tears fall from your eyes…you can’t holding it again. So you just let it flow and make your face getting wet. It has to be your last cry and wash away your feeling towards her….If only you could.
The Memories of You
"Oppa..mianhamnida...chongmal mianhamnida"
"For all the things that ever happened between us..”
“for every happiness that you gave to me..."
"For every precious moment that you prepared for me…for wonderful memories and times...for every polaroid pictures...for every songs...and for the flowerpot"
"I really am sorry for all ....cause I couldn't and cant reply it..how I wish I could.."
"But it have saved at the bottom of my heart..and it will not vanish"
"Oppa, I've found my love...and you maybe have known that I will be married in the end of May"
"I really wish you can attend on it oppa...."
"Oppa...I couldn't tell you about this directly..cause I'm really .........hmm....busy..I am sorry"
"Oppa...I do hope for your happiness too..hope you'll find ur own love too..and have a wedding soon.................I do hope for it"
"Oppa"
"..."
"Thank you for all....thank you for all"
“Please be happy oppa”
"Annyeong"
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You sit languidly beside your home phone. The voice message have been stopped, the voice no longer heard, but the pain that you feel that you feel inside your heart haven’t stopped yet. Hardly you try not to think about anything, cause thinking means to let all of memories about her, a girl that you ever loved and cherished with all of your heart come again. Making you weak and adding a hole that keep bleeding inside your heart, because the truly is you didn’t only ever love her, but still and will always love her, no matter how sick you are when you have to accept the really that she is no longer belong to you. And now you are late, the memories about her, about your togetherness already empowered you. .unavoidable …
Biip..biip
“This is our first photo in new house”
2008.3.14
You remember it, the first photo that you took when first time both of you stayed at that brand new house for a reality show that have united you and her. Hhh…her shame face and innocent smile now haunts on you. And the memory about her keep going on your mind. You remember how shocked you were when she showed you her baby shoes collection with her innocent expression and when she revealed that she had gotten hurt by someone and it made her difficult to trust and opened her heart again. She also said that even when a good love and a good person came knocking.,she was afraid that she would get hurt again, so she refused love cause of it. And that’s why..you made a promise, to make a happiness shines on her face…to make her knew the bright side of love without able to realize that she had entered your heart without knocking it..
You still feel the pain inside your heart. Slowly it is hard for you to breath, you feel your body trembles, so you hold yourself tightly when suddenly your phone rings. You think the flood of memories will fade away if you talk to someone. But you are wrong, it is only a message from your manager. And now the flood of memories haunt you again as you hear your ring tone, Like A Child. A song that she ever asked you to sang in your very first dinner. A song that slices your heart into pieces …
When you tell me that you love me and accept me
I say to myself confidently that I have nothing else that I need
I have a lot of envy (like a child)
I have a lot of fears (like a fool)
I can’t believe that right now you are near me smiling
I’m so happy that it’s so unbearable to me
I fear that when I open my eyes, everything will disappear
So I can’t fall asleep.
The song keep singing in your heard. It is right Alex, you are like a child now. A child that lost his very beautiful dreams when he woke up and realize that everything is over..no more beautiful dreams for you….no more…it has disappeared..it has fade away..
Time goes on..second to second, minute to minute, hour to hour. You realize that you are too dissolved over the memory about her and it doesn’t matter how much you reminisce about it over and over, it will not return her to you. But you have no power no more, it is only way to make you keep breathing, cause only the memory of her..that left for you. So now you try to be strong thenstand up and find some food to eat. Cause you haven’t eat at all whole day. But the time like stopping and bring back the shadow of her face when you see that pink and heart-shaped apron that belong to you and her when the first time both of you made a cucumber Sobaki. The reflection of her face fills up your mind. She was really pretty with that apron and it suits with her pink-like cheek color. Then suddenly you recall her pale face when she saw a bug on the vegetables and how afraid her was when you chased her with that bug on your hand. Her face was funny, she was really afraid. But the beauty of her still outpured …yeah she was, is, and will always pretty like an angel. Slowly your lips curved a smile…then you realize…the angel is not yours anymore…
Knowing that it is impossible for you to eat, you walk fast to the sitting room. You hardly try to step her aside with thinking about your schedules. You just open a small note book and looking for a schedule for tomorrow. But it is not schedule that you find, you instead find those..some pictures of both of you when you were walking in full of cherry blossom park. “What a hell..why must I find these pictures instead?!!”, you said it angrily to yourself to holding back the tears that already well up in your eyes. You can’t help it just hug those pictures tightly on your chest. Yeah, it was the first day when you able to hold her hands after 8 weeks of your meeting, it was the first day you could kiss her on her forehead…yeah there was when you realized that you didn’t only think her as your best friends and partner in that realty show, you have fallen into her. You remember when you read the book that is a gift to her and keep reading it till it reached in a sentence “I Love You”. Maybe she has no idea what already happened, but actually it was from the bottom of your heart, you loved her. And yeah, she will not realize that, cause she already have somebody in her fragile heart. Without realizing it, your hands touch the part of your body that pain. But you can’t feel anything, maybe cause it is empty?? Or cause you have no more sense? Hhh, you have no idea. You just walk hopelessly to your working room. Wishing you can finally think about something else.
You enter the room with a big hope you can find something to shift over your attention. So you just turn on the light when it is there and waving to you. The flowerpot that belong to you and her. The flowerpot that both you cared with love….and it is waving on you, begging for your touch..hoping you won’t forget it as the images of past again and again swamp over your mind. The flowerpot was one you had given her in your farewell. Flowerpot that later she gave back to you with unexplain reason. But now you’ve understood. In that farewell you sang her your new album song, Flowerpot to tell her softly that you would exit from that reality show, but at the moment she didn’t really realize it. Just like you who didn’t realize that the day when he returned back the flowerpot was a sign that she wouldn’t be with you again. In the farewell you said that she didn’t really know about your leaving just like both of you were walking together and she didn’t know where’s the end of the road. But now it’s you who don’t know the end road of your love …the end of memory about her….you just blind…and suddenly get hit by the reality that she have chosen a different road…she have turned her direction and left you alone in that strange road. But at least she have a direction guide that will not let her deviate, you are happy for that..a little…you think. Although now you are lost and blind till there’s someone who will find you and guides you to the way out.
You come to me from some place far away
My heart trembles, how can I express my feeling?
You stole my heart from the start
And give me an incurable sickness
You leave me for some place far away
How can I stop my tears from falling?
I want to become a flowerpot. I pray always
I’ll become a flowerpot that sits on your small windowsills
Though I can’t speak or want anything at all
I’ll be able to see you smile and feel your touch once a while
And I’ll be the one gazing at your face as you sleep
(Flowerpot, Alex Chu, My Vintage Romance Album)
Then tears fall from your eyes after you replayed the song…you can’t holding it again. So you just let it flow and make your face getting wet. It has to be your last cry and wash away your feeling towards her….If only you could.
Note:
-First I do really sorry for my unnie Sindi for not proving my fluff one and instead doing this.
-Second, this fic I made for yeah I must reveal it..for my frens that love ALSHIN couple, and for myself also that love them with all of my heart. I dunno..but I was so sad hearing the news that Shin Ae wil marry in the end f may, and then knowing that his copule is not Alex. The memory of their romance back and forth in my mind, so I just write this. Really, it doesn’t mean that I dun want her to marriage…I hope for her happiness too. But still deep inside my heart, I do hope for a better fate between them…mianhamnidaaa…..
- Mood:
indescribable
| You Are An ISFJ |
 You have a strong need to belong, and you very loyal. A good listener, you excel at helping others in practical ways. In your spare time, you enjoy engaging your senses through art, cooking, and music. You find it easy to be devoted to one person... a partner who you do special things for. In love, you express your emotions through actions. Taking care of someone is how you love them. And you do it well! At work, you do well in a structured environment. You complete tasks well and on time. You would make a good interior designer, chef, or child psychologist. How you see yourself: Competent, dependable, and detail oriented When other people don't get you, they see you as: Boring, dominant, and stuck in a rut |
note: just yeah try to make fun...^^
- Mood: cold
Title: Lost
Genre: An angst poetry from Changmin p.o.v (well I guess it angst, kinda hard to differentiate it… =_=)
Lost.....
in a world called insecurity
My hand reaches for a surface called peacefulness
but nothing left..
Just emptiness that dances around the frozen air
Fill up my lung with pain
Tighten my chest...hit my full of holes heart
While my hand still grasp after a composure that slowly disappear
Set me aside, along with shackles despair
Stifle all screams for a help, among restrained tears of indescribable pain
Keep me completely in the dark..
No more left..
Without strength to revive nor to escape
I'm just holding on a precious memory
Calling a miracle to come with the rest breath of hope
NOTE: Well, long time no fic…I can’t continue any fic that I’ve written already for unknowing reason. And I dunno, suddenly I remember my fic “Bleeding Wound….Deep Inside an Unfathomable Heart” and start to write a poetry bout minmin’s feeling. Hope you all enjoy it……^^
- Location:Nowhere...
- Mood:
numb - Music:Rien en ecrire by anggun c sasmi
Title: Unknowing Feeling
Genre: A free poetry. Hhh…I hate it..can’t decide, maybe angst!
Unbearable…
Unknowing feeling strikes a pile of flesh inside my chest
Begging for a drop of tear
that haven’t fallen yet in the corner of my eyes
Although that pile of flesh felt more tight
I ask for a reason….
But that reason is undefinitive
Holding tightly inside part of my heart
Short winded….
I try to reach the air
The one that I get just an emptiness
I’m tired…
I force those tears to fall
nothing…
but myself that fall deep into a dark hole
of unknowing feeling
Note: Huhh….really I dunno why suddenly I feel it. I just want to cry, but no tears falling. I just feel that this week I have so much laugh. I am afraid it change into something terrible that I dun really brave to imagine bout it….hope it just for a while…..and no terrible things…x__x
- Location:in darkness
- Mood: pessimistic
- Music:Rien en ecrire by anggun c sasmi
Title : Bleeding Wound….Deep Inside an Unfathomable Heart
Genre : Angst
Pairing: HoMin-minor Junsu
Summary: Today he leaves again. Don’t know why, it has been four days he always like this, suddenly missing without any words and reason… leaves his own hyung that confused with his to- be- alone habit that worsen day by day. What have been thinking by him actually?
Bleeding Wound….Deep Inside an Unfathomable Heart
“A human mind just like an ocean. There’re some places that full of colors and shapes, but there’re places that too dark to see what’s actually inside. There are places that easy to dived, but also there’s a place that unfathomable, hiding its own mystery. Maybe there’s a bitter memory of past, scar, or bleeding wound. You can’t touch it, even to heal or to do something for it”
Yunho strides back and forth angrily in front of the door, worrying about the youngest member that has been leaving for five hours without any word and reason. Thinking seriously why that boy must be like this again and again as if he doesn’t have any hyungs to share with, as if he is all alone, over serious too realize that he haven’t eat his dinner yet. He knows, now Jaejoong, Junsu, and Yoochun are looking at him apprehensively. But he can’t sit at all now. How can he sit down calmly and thinks that everything is fine and Changmin is always like that, drowning in aloneness, if it’s not fine at all, if only in his depth sadness and confusion he would not leave quietly from home for four days in a row then returned home in weariness condition. Tried to gaze at his hyungs worried eyes, gave a forced smile that actually showed to convinced his own self that he’s fine, then entered his room as if there’s nothing happened. Yeah there’s nothing happened with his flat-cold-and-empty expression when he asked for apology of his late-to-back-home to Yunho…”Hhh what happened with you Changmin??!”
One hour passes again and Yunho’s still stepping unpatiently in front of the door when suddenly that door opened, and he is there, the one that made Yunho couldn’t think calmly for more than five hours. He really wants to pull the shirt collar of that magnae out then leans him to the wall so he will not escape again when Yunho wants to ask about the problem that faced by him in this recent days. But how could he bring himself to do that if the one who made him worried now is standing in front of him, coldness, while drops of water leaks out from his wet messy shirt . What happened Changmin, why in this bright and clear night when all the people are happy to spend this night around, not afraid of being wet of rain but you instead return home with wet shirt? Is you? Yunho pushes that thought aside, quickly props up changmin’s weak body and bring him to nearest sofa. Slowly his shirt becomes wet too, drops of water from Changmin’s shirt absorbed in his shirt. If only I could absorb a bit of your confusion…your sadness…your pain just like this shirt absorbs your wet shirt….
For a moment Yunho can feel deep frustration on their magnae eyes, hidden behind his face that keep bowing from the first time he comes. He want to ask him just like the other member do. But that boy reacts nothing. So Yunho asks other members to leave the room away while he try to talk with him. That boy must give him the reason why did he act foolishly in this recent days.
“What happen with you Changmin?” Yunho mumbles concernedly, looks at Changmin that sits beside him. “Why you must be so smashes like this. You know you can share anything you want to us. We’re a teammate right?’ Yunho keeps asking him, hope Changmin will answer it. But that boy doesn’t say anything. There’s a long respite. Yunho gives him time to think. But he reacts nothing again. Yunho can’t bear it anymore, he must stop to be silent like this. It hurts him and the other members. “Changmin, please look at me now! Don’t be hard like this. Stop torturing yourself and all of us! Hhh, for the God sake, what make a clever and intelligent person like you become so smashed and doing stupid thing like this huh?!!”
Right on target, that question seems to insult him. His body trembles. Suddenly he stands up and gazes at Yunho’s eyes directly. There’s a wound in his eyes. “Yes, I am clever leader-sshi. Too clever till I can’t think anymore!”
Yunho shocks. He quickly stands up, tries to touch Changmin shoulder to calm him down. But Changmin pushes his hand.
“I’m sorry hyung” Says Changmin then walks out to his room.
That words irritated Yunho. Sorry..sorry and sorry again how many sorry that you must say Changmin?! He can’t accept this.
“ Yeah, just leaves us like this again, while we try to reach your pointless mind. Do we look so meaningless in your eyes even to share a bit of your worry and pain?” That words flows unbearable….
“Exactly that’s because you all are so meaningful to me”
Changmin says it without turns around toward the Leader-sshi Yunho that falls silent. His lips closed tightly. He only stares at Changmin’s back that disappear behind the door. “Exactly that’s because you all are so meaningful to me”. So why do you hide all of your problem from us Changmin?
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Night hangs worriedly in each corner of that room. Junsu can’t sleep at all. He just gazes up that magnae who sleep restlessly besides him.
“Can you just stay by my side? Why do you must leave?” Changmin’s arm try to reach something in the air.
“You have promised me! Don’t leave, please don’t leave me!! Please…….”
And that tear falls, just a drop. But Junsu can see it. "Even in your sleep you still trying to keep all of your confusion alone. Who left you? We are here..all of us here for you.”
Junsu wipes away a drop of tear in Changmin’s cheek, tighten his blanket to his neck, then tries to whisper a lullaby in Changmin’s ear hope it can make him sleeps even more soundly. But no melody that flows. His heart just too painful and tired to hear Changmin’s sleep talk again and again for four days..the same words…the same hurt intonation..as hurt as his heart that listening it…..”When will it be over Changmin? Stop to hide a wound in your heart, you can ask us to help you healing it. When will it be over? When will it be over Changmin-ah?”
Note: Yayy!! It's my first angst fiction heheheh...hhh really rack my brain. Really hope someone that read this fic can enjoy it ^^ Hhh....really love Take a bow by Leona Lewiss that become my backround song in this fic, really inspire me..n yup course Unnie Sin's support ^________^
- Location:under d rain
- Mood: melancholy
- Music:Take a Bow By Leona lewiss
