[TVXQ SHOTS] Caduta in Amore

[Tamashi_Tsuki]

Tittle: Italian for "Falling in Love..."

There will be five different love stories (one for each TVXQ members). Some stories will have one part, while others will have to parts. But the stories are not connected to each other. XD;; So don't yell at me if it doesn't make sense XD

Disclaimer: I do not own TVXQ. I am the original author. I am not hinting that anyone named Taehee should be with Jae Joong of TVXQ. This is rated PG.

ENJOY <3



My Girlie Transformation
Ft___TaeHee and Jae Joong



Part 1.

Guys have hand-five me, slapped my butt, and burped in my face; none of them have ever held my hands. I am not what you would call a typical kind of girl. I don't wear make-up, I don't flirt with boys...instead I am what you would call a "guy-girl". I get along with all guys; I just don't date them.

"AHHH!"

I wince. My best friend is going on one of her rambles about what to wear for prom. I personally don't care since I don't have a date anyway.

"So I am thinking the blue dress," she turns to look at me as if expecting an answer. I blink. Since when does she ask me for fashion advice?

"What?"

"What do you think of the blue dress?"

"Erm," I poke my mashed potatoes with my spork before scooping some into my mouth. I swallow, "It's okay."

"I think it would look good on you."

I glance at her, "Me...in a dress? Are you mental?"

"Come on, Taehee," she pokes me hard on my arm and gives me a stern look. "It's prom. You have to go."

Ah, my naive friend who thinks the world revolves around high school and the next cutest boy toy. I feel sorry for her. All though I can't help but sometime wonder what it is like not to be mistaken for a boy. I look down at the T-shirt and baggy pants I currently have on and heave a sigh. I turn to look at Nikki. I envy her ability to make guys cling onto her every word.

"I am not sure if I'd look good in peach," she said sadly, twirling a strand of hair around her finger.

"I think you would look good," one guy reply.

"You'd look good in whatever you wear," another chime in.

See what I mean? My best friend is an expert when it comes to boys. I, on the other hand, am hopeless. Once I was even mistaken for a very short and wimpy boy. I had a girl asked me out - I kid you not. But I don't blame people, it's not like I dress like a girl anyway. I don't wear tight shirts to show off my body (not that I have anything to show), and my pants don't exactly fit to show off my curves. My hair is always tucked under a baseball cap, or tie up in a ponytail.

"So, are you going to prom, too?"

I scoff at whoever just asked me that question. Is he retarded? I look up from my mashed potatoes and let out a gasp. In front of me is none other than the prince of our school, Kim Jae Joong. What is he doing over at our lowly table? What is he doing even talking to me?

Everyone turn quiet, even Nikki to stare at him and me. Heat seep into my cheeks, turning them a slight shade of red. I ignore the nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach and glare at him the best I can.

"What is it to you?" I manage to spit out.

"Well," he pulls out a chair and seat himself opposite from me. My eyes widen; he is sitting here? "If you don't have a date yet, I was thinking we could go together."

Everyone gasp. I am not kidding. Jeez, is it too unbelievable to believe that the most popular boy in school just asked me to go to the prom with him? Don't answer that.

Despite a giddy feeling that seem to be taking over me, I remain cool as I gaze coldly into his eyes - those gorgeous soft brown eyes. "You should get off whatever you drugs you are taking. I don't think your brain can process the stupid things that are coming out of your mouth."

He smile, "I am serious." He grabs my napkin and starts scribbling something on it before handing it to me. "Give me a call." He wink then walks off.

I look at the napkin. It contains his address and phone number. The giddy feeling from before seems to be taking over me causing a weird urge to squeal. But one look from the envious girls sitting at my table is enough to evaporate whatever happy feeling I have. Who was I kidding? Why in the world would Kim Jae Joong want to go to prom with me?

"TAEHEE!" I cringe; Nikki's voice is too high for her own good. "Why didn't you tell me you know Jae Joong?"

"I don't," I reply.

"Liar. Then what was that?"

I shrug, "One pill too many?"

She smacks me on the back of my head before continuing. "Kim Jae Joong with the most perfect and flawless human being." Oh no, her goes her "Jae Joong, Mister Perfect" speech. "I doubt he would do something like drugs, Taehee. He has a 4.0 average, he is rich, and not to mention his heart stopping good looks-"

"All right, all right." I surrender in defeat. "He is perfect, okay? Will you please shut up now?"

"But really, what was that? Guys like him don't date girls like us. It has got to be a trick."

Ouch. At least she said "us", even though she probably meant me.

I lower myself into my chair and crumple up the napkin, "You are right."

Immediately her expression soften as she pat me on the back. "Taehee, you are really pretty. Honest. He would be lucky to date you. But this is high school and guys like him are shallow bastards."

I smile, "Do you really think I care what Mister Shallow thinks of me?"

"That's what I like about you, you never care about what people think. You are totally confident in yourself. I envy that."

I smile weakly and get up to throw away my trash. Truth is…I am not confident in myself. Kim Jae Joong, as stupid as it sounds, stirs something in me. I smile slowly as an idea start forming in my head.

"What if I kick him and his buddies where the sun don't shine the next time I see them?" Nikki didn't reply. She only gives me a strange look, a mixture of 'are you crazy?' and 'do I know you?' I have to say that sort of sadden me a little, I rather like my idea.

"I have a better idea," she proposes. "You make sure Jae Joong falls for you. Do whatever it takes to make sure you get him wrap around your fingers."

I look at her doubtfully, "Why would I want him to fall for me? And in case you hadn't noticed, I am no good at those sort of things."

"I'll coach you," she beams at me. "If this is a joke then we'll find out soon enough."

"And if it's not?" I ask, my voice a bit hopeful.

"Then at least you'll be ready for prom. Either way, it's not a bad idea, right?"

"I don't know, Nikki."

"Oh come on! If he and his buddies are playing you then you can throw it right back in his face."

Call me slow, but I don't see where she is going with this. I frown a bit as I try to think of the answer, but hey, I am new at this.

Finally frustrate with me, Nikki sigh and explain, "We make sure he falls for you-which I have no doubt he will with my help and maybe a new look for you, then you can stomp all over his heart."

"Stomp over his heart?" I repeat slowly. That seems a bit mean.

"Well...only if we find out this is a joke," she says.

"And if it's not?"

"Then you'll have a hot date for prom and a new make-over. Either way, you can't lose."

I let out a big breath. "All right."






Makeover: Day 1

I lean against the back of the massage chair and sigh. Nikki called me at five this morning and dragged me to various stores to shop for my prom dress. Then she took me a salon where I got my hair cut, and nails done. She then made me called Jae Joong and told him to meet me at the mall. According to her, couples need to get coordinated outfits (meaning his tie must match my dress).

"Are you tired?"

I crack open one eye and almost had a heart attack. He smiles and offers a hand to help me up, but I continue to stay seated.

"You are late."

"I'm sorry," he apologizes quickly. "Traffic was pretty bad."

"Oh."

"Did you do something different?"

"Hm," I start counting on my fingers to keep track of all the things Nikki made me do starting from five o'clock this morning. "I got my haircut, learned to master the art of make-up, threw out my clothes and bought new ones, and learned to walk in 2 inched shoes."

"Wow," he certainly sounds impress. "All in one day?"

"We got an early start."

"So do you want to grab a bite?"

At the sound of food, I quickly spring up from my chair and smile, "You read my mind."

"Don't tell me you haven't eaten anything all day?"

"Hm," I say slowly, "I ate an apple and some broccoli. I’m on a diet."

Jae Joong frowns. "You are so skinny. Why would you go on a diet?"

"Because my dress is evil and it plans to squeeze all the air out of me if I even touches a fry." I confess. I am not fat, in fact I am rather thin and since I usually play sports with my guy friends, I am very much in shape. Nonetheless, Nikki felt I should stay off junk foods, at least until after prom.

"Being a girl sound painful," he said sympathetically.

"You have no idea," I sigh.

He laughs. His laugh sound like...running your hand across something soft and velvet. I realize that I like making him laugh.



Makeover: Day 2

And I thought wearing heels are painful! Have you ever tried waxing? Let me tell you, not a good way to spend your Sunday.

I wince as I rub my eyebrow, "That lady didn't like me."

Nikki frown, "How could you tell?"

"Because no one should imposes so much pain on another human being if they didn't dislike that person."

"It's her job."

I slowly munch of my celery stick. "Well, I bet she is an angry person. Otherwise why would you get so much joy out of hurting people?"

"Taehee..."

"What? You know it's true!"

"IT'S HER JOB!"

"What job?" I turn around quickly. Jae Joong's face looks confuse as he take a seat next to me. I smile slowly and shake my head.

"You don't want to know."

"No, what?"

Nikki chuckle slightly, "She thinks the wax lady has it out for her."

"Why?"

I roll my eyes, "Because no one would inflict pain on another being if they didn't have a grudge against that person."

"But isn't it her job?" Jae Joong asks.

"Thank you!" Nikki exclaim, and then pretends to check her watch. "Oh my gosh, I am going to be late. I'd love to stay and argue, but I've got to go. Bye Taehee. Bye Jae Joong."

"So...what was new today?" Jae Joong turn to ask me after she was gone. I wriggle my eyebrows at him, which he reply with a chuckle.

"I am pretty much complete. I just need to have an acting lesson, according to Nikki. But good news, now no one will mistake me for a boy."

Instead of meeting my eyes, his gaze seem to be fix on the floor as he mutter. "No. They certainly won't."

[Tamashi_Tsuki]

Part 2.
I put my book up and try to lower myself so that the book would cover my face. Everyone is staring at me. I keep giving Nikki awkward glances, but she just smiles at me. I don¡¯t know why everyone keeps looking at me. Sure my hair is straightened and falling freely around my shoulders, and maybe the pink blouse is a bit too much for someone just always looked like a girly guy, but come on!

¡°Enjoying the attention?¡± Jae Joong asks and sits down in front of me. The boy who normally sat there just glared at him before finding some other place for himself.

I want to strangle him. Do I look like I¡¯m enjoying the attention? Instead I glower at him and sarcastically reply, ¡°Oh of course!¡±

He smiles. I¡¯m beginning to hate people who smiles at me. But I can¡¯t hate him right now because I am desperate and he is my last hope. ¡°Will you do me a big favor?¡±

¡°What?¡±

¡°Can you spill milk on yourself so that people would take their eyes off me for one second? Then I¡¯ll climb out the window and escape. Perfect plan, huh?¡± I suggest. Man, am I smart or am I smart?

¡°That¡¯s a dumb plan. How are you planning to jump out the window? We are on the third floor.¡± I hate him for ruining my perfect plan. ¡°Besides I don¡¯t have milk.¡± That is also a problem, isn¡¯t it?

¡°Well, someone do something!¡± I hiss, ¡°I feel like a monkey at the zoo.¡±

¡°If it make you feel any better, you look much prettier than a monkey.¡±

¡°You don¡¯t know that. Have you ever seen a monkey?¡±

He nods. ¡°Sure I have.¡±

¡°All of the monkeys?¡±

Jae Joong gives me a weird look. ¡°You sure have a weird way of taking compliments.¡±

Oh no. I blew it. Now he will dump me for the prom. Why did I have to open my big mouth? The next time I see falling stars I should ask for a smarter brain.

¡°But you are funny.¡± Oh¡¦is he still talking? I haven¡¯t been listening to him. But I nod and smile.

¡°You didn¡¯t hear a word, did you?¡±

I smile guiltily. ¡°I¡¯m sorry.¡±

¡°Funny and the attention span of a squirrel. Maybe you are right¡¦you are like a monkey display at the zoo.¡±

I glare at him. I may be new to this ¡°dating¡± thing, but I don¡¯t think you are supposed to say that to a girl.

¡°Except much prettier.¡± He adds, trying to redeem himself.

¡°Merci bien, el stupido.¡± I mumble.

¡°Did you just combine French and Spanish?¡±

I beam at him. ¡°Aren¡¯t I talented? I bet you just love me, don¡¯t you?¡±

Jae Joong turn away before he could reply; he just sort of turn around and stare at his desk. I bang my forehead on the desk until it turns red. I should stop blurting out dumb things. The guy barely knows me for more than a week and I made enough bad impressions for a lifetime.

Final Day: The Day before Prom

¡°Don¡¯t hunch over like that! Oy!¡± Nikki throw up her hands in the air. Today is my last day to perfect my transformation. I¡¯m currently practicing how to walk properly while wearing my dress and in my high heels. Needless to say, I¡¯m not doing so well. I don¡¯t get how people manage to walk in these things without it looking like they were sprayed with starch and is as stiff as a board. According to Nikki, I look like someone stuck something up my butt. A pretty visual, I¡¯m sure.

I wince as I rub my ankles. ¡°Why must a girl¡¯s life be so painful?¡±

¡°Just yours, miss Tomboy.¡± Nikki remark.

¡°Thanks to you. I was fine before.¡± I reply.

¡°Glad to know you appreciate all I¡¯m doing.¡±

¡°I am!¡± I say apologetically. ¡°It¡¯s just¡¦I¡¯m not cut out for this.¡±

¡°Nonsense.¡± Nikki turn me to face the full-length mirror as she stand behind me. ¡°Look at yourself.¡±

My hair was neatly put up in a bun with a few curled strands framing my face. The light blue dress somehow turns my skin a milky white, or maybe it was the powder. My make-up is simple with a light pink lip-gloss and silver eye shadow. It¡¯s hard to believe that only a week ago, when I was looking at myself, I was wearing a grey T-shirt and torn up jeans.

¡°I¡¯ll never be like you,¡± Nikki murmur.

I frown at her. ¡°You are so gorgeous.¡±

She laughs weakly. ¡°Without make-up I look just like any other girl. But you are so natural pretty and you¡¯ve got the confidence for it. I really envy you.¡±

I smile brightly at her, ¡°But you¡¯ve got a great personality and you know how to make boys go all weak and act pathetic. Nikki, you are such a great person. You shouldn¡¯t envy me.¡±

¡°Thanks,¡± she hugs me tightly. So tight that I seem to have trouble breathing. Oh jeez. Air¡¦I need air¡¦

¡°N-nik-nikki¡¦¡± I stammer.

She finally lets go and grins at me. ¡°We just had a Kodak moment.¡±

I grimace. I hate cheesy things like that. Mental note: Never hug Nikki again.

¡°Hey, what¡¯s that?¡± Nikki asks as NewS Stand Up starts playing. I yank one of the many hairpins out and point to my cell phone. Nikki flip it open and look at me, I nod.

¡°Hello?¡± She answers. Then a giggle, ¡°No. Uh, she is right here.¡± A pause. ¡°Oh yeah. Sure, I¡¯ll tell her. Mm¡¦give her thirty minutes.¡± I frown, whom is she talking to? Another giggle before she hangs up. Then she grins widely at me and squeals. Curiosity swell up inside me as I grab her shoulder and demand to know who that was.

¡°Jae Joong just called and said he¡¯s coming to pick you up for a date.¡±

My eyes widen. ¡°It¡¯s nine. Isn¡¯t it a bit too late for a date?¡± Hey, I just made a rhythm.

¡°No. And come on. We¡¯ve got to pull all of this hairpins out of your hair and redo it.¡± Nikki rushes me into the bathroom. She expertly removes all of my hairpins without yanking out my hair, which is a good thing. Then she sprays my hair with water, and blow-dries it again. She stares at me for a moment, ¡°Sit down.¡± I look for a chair, but sadly, I don¡¯t keep chairs in my bathroom.

¡°Just sit on the counter then.¡± Nikki says.

I nod and jump onto the counter and wait while she rummages through my drawers. She takes out two hair holder thingies, and a brush. She splits my hair in half and starts braiding them. The whole process seem to take forever, but just as she announces that she¡¯s done with me, the doorbell ring.

Nikki wink at me. ¡°You change into something nice and I¡¯ll get the door.¡± She dashes out of my bathroom so fast that she almost knocks me over.

I sigh. Today would technically be our first real date, if you don¡¯t count all those times we met up at the mall or my house so he could see my daily progress. It¡¯s just a date, right? So why am I feeling so nervous? I walk over to my closet and stares at my clothes. What am I going to wear? Why would Nikki leave me to pick out my own clothes? I am no expert at coordinating outfits; why did she think I chose T-shirts and jeans? Finally I decide to go with jeans, the one with flowery designs on them. The swirls run down the length of the jeans, making me seems more graceful. I contemplate between a green and white strips shirt, and a red V-neck.

¡°Hurry up!¡± Nikki appear at the door.

I look at her hopelessly, ¡°What am I going to wear!?¡±

¡°Uh¡¦¡± she nods at my choice of jeans, and point to the white and green strips shirt. Then she mouth, ¡°hurry up¡± before going back downstairs.

I quickly change and check myself in the mirror one last time.

¡°Where are you taking her?¡± I overheard as I walk downstairs. I can't hear Jae Joong¡¯s reply. I wait on the staircase until I think it's time to interupt Jae Joong and Nikki's hush conversation. As soon as I am in sight, they both stop talking. Nikki beams at me.

¡°Hey,¡± I say. I think I was going to ask, ¡°how are you?¡± but then I stop midway. In front of me is a guy so gorgeous he should be on the covers of magazines. Jae Joong look casual in his black shirt and jeans, but he looks as if he might as well be wearing something fancy.

¡°Have fun now. You kids don¡¯t stay out too late.¡± Nikki shove us both out the door. I look back over my shoulder to see her waving at me. ¡°Don¡¯t worry. I¡¯ll give your parents a call!¡± I hear her shout after me.

¡°Where are they?¡± Jae Joong asks as we walk to his car.

¡°Who?¡±

¡°Your parents.¡±

¡°Oh,¡± I look down at the grass and stop walking. ¡°They are away on business.¡±

¡°They are away a lot?¡±

¡°Yeah.¡±

¡°So they won¡¯t be home tomorrow for your big prom?¡± Jae Joong asks. I can hear the pity in his voice and I hate it. I just want to run back into my house, but that would seem rude.

¡°No,¡± I smile bitterly. ¡°Just like when they weren¡¯t here for my first big concert.¡±

¡°Concert?¡±

Glad for the change of subject, I try my best to return to myself. ¡°Oh, I used to play piano. I had a big concert-well, a recital.¡±

When we reach his car, Jae Joong opens the door for me as I slide in. A weird feeling swell inside of me, I blush as my heart beat faster. He smells good, a mixture of soap and cologne. He slides into the driver¡¯s seat next to me. His hand reaches for mine, and he kiss it, then smile at me. If I get any redder, I¡¯d look like a cherry tomato.

¡°Where are we going?¡± I finally manage to choke out.

¡°It¡¯s a surprise.¡±

Throughout the whole trip, he wouldn¡¯t tell me where we are going. But as the car pull into an empty parking lot, I gasp. We are at the park. My park. This was where I had my first recital, and my first kiss. My parents and I used to come here a lot when I was little, before they got busy with their jobs and whatnot.

¡°Wait here.¡± I wait until Jae Joong opens the door for me. I let out a happy sigh as he take my arm and walk me over to the stage. The stage was built for some singer; his name long forgotten, but his legacy lives on. He was a genius and people say his skill was so amazing that people used to come from miles to see him. Since there was no stage large enough to hold his audiences, he built one right in the middle of Central Park, under the stars, his inspiration. I let out another gasp. The stage looks beautiful under a ban of stars, and in the middle sit a piano. I turn to Jae Joong, ¡°What¡¯s this?¡±

He takes my arm and lead me up the up the steps of the stage. ¡°Come on.¡±

¡°Jae Joong, what is all this?¡± I ask again.

¡°You used to play piano, right? I was thinking you could teach me?¡± I stand still. No boys had ever shown any interest in my hobbies before.

I smile weakly and nod. This is the most I can do, with Jae Joong smiling at me like that¡¦I feel like I would melt into a puddle. So I sit on and place my hands on the keys. Gently I play the song my mom taught me. The slow melody flow through me, washing away everything thoughts that seems to jumble inside my head. Next to me, Jae Joong watch with admiration and genuine interest.

Once finish, I turn to look at him. He applauds me and I bow slightly. ¡°I can¡¯t remember the last time I had so much fun playing the piano.¡±

¡°You want to go for a walk?¡±

I nod. We walk hand in hand around the park. My heart quicken with each step. Finally, I point to a near by bench, ¡°Let¡¯s sit.¡± We both race towards the bench. Jae Joong pulls me to sit down next to him, and I rest my head on his shoulders. ¡°I had a great time.¡± I mutter.

¡°Taehee,¡± the uncertainty in his tone causes me to look up at him. He shifts his eyes so that it seems like he is studying his knees, or the ground. I frown slightly; waiting to hear the words I¡¯ve been dreading. ¡°When I first asked you to the prom, it was because¡¦well, we had a bet – my friends and I. They all said you¡¯d never say yes, and so¡¦when you did I was so surprised, I didn¡¯t know what to do. I never expected for you to say yes.¡±

¡°It was a bet?¡± I ask quietly. I knew eventually it would be like this, so why do I feel like crying?

¡°Yes, but listen-¡±

¡°Can you take me home?¡±

Jae Joong opens his mouth to say something, but he closes it and nod. The walk to his car and the ride home seeem to last forever since none of us talk. I stare out the window, telling myself hard not to cry. Finally we pull up to my driveway. Jae Joong look at me, guilt and something else fill his eyes.

¡°You know,¡± I say slowly. ¡°From the beginning I knew it was a joke, and I just went along with it. I guess I was stupid for letting myself get suck up in all this and actually believed I liked you.¡±

¡°Taehee¡¦¡±

¡°Please, you don¡¯t have to say anything.¡± I turn to smile at him. ¡°Good-bye, Jae Joong.¡±

Quickly, I let myself out of the car and run towards my door. I dig around for my keys, but Nikki open the door before I can find it. One look at my running mascara and she seem to know what happened.

¡°Oh, sweetie,¡± she pulls me into a hug.

That night, I lay awake on my couch watching my ceiling. Nikki would turn away from her TV to look at me occasionally, but she keeps quiet.

¡°You know¡¦¡± I laugh at myself. ¡°Even through all this, I still want to go to prom with him.¡±


Prom Day

¡°Taehee!¡± I moan as someone violently trying to shake me out of my sleep. I turn to my side and tries to wave off whoever is being such an annoying pest. ¡°Taehee, wake up.¡±

I rub my sleepy eyes, ¡°What?¡±

¡°I can¡¯t believe you almost slept through the whole day! We have three hours to get ready for prom.¡± Nikki tries to drag me off the couch, but I wouldn¡¯t budge.

¡°I don¡¯t want to go. Not like this.¡±

¡°Well, get dressed, ok? And I think you¡¯ll change your mind.¡± She pulls me to my feet and almost pushes me up the stairs. Not another surprise, I groan to myself.

I brush my hair and teeth. Pulling out a blue T-shirt and shorts, I quickly change and put my hair up in a ponytail. When I walk down the stairs, Nikki take my hand. She leads me out into my backyard.

Music starts playing softly. I immediately recognize the melody as I sway to it. I stop midway when I finally notice I¡¯m not the one alone in the garden. The piano, my old piano, is set in the middle of my mom¡¯s garden bed. In the empty circle that is surround by flowers she had planted herself. The boy playing the piano smiles when he sees me, his eyes never leaving mine. I slowly walk up to him and he stops.

¡°I¡¯m a fast learner.¡±

¡°What¡¯s going on?¡± I ask.

He sighs. ¡°All right, you caught me. I don¡¯t need lessons. I¡¯m actually quite good at piano.¡±

I stare at him, frustration fill my voice. ¡°Jae Joong, please¡¦just go home.¡±

¡°Not until you agree to be my prom date.¡± I turn abruptly to look at him. This time his gaze meet mine.

¡°Jae Joong¡¦¡±

¡°Taehee,¡± he put a finger over my mouth. ¡°Before you say anything, please understand that I made a mistake. But what was it you said last night?¡± Before I can muster up an answer, he continues, ¡°I didn¡¯t expect it either, but¡¦I fell for you. So please, give me another chance.¡±

¡°Ah, another Kodak moment.¡± I mumble silently under my breath.

¡°Excuse me?¡±

I shake my head slowly. With my eyes, I search his. Finally I nod, ¡°I¡¯d love to go with you to the prom.¡±

Jae Joong¡¯s frown disperses and he replaces it with a wide smile. ¡°Thank you.¡±

He pulls me into his arms, and wraps it around my waist. I blush. Without thinking, I close my eyes as his lips cover mine. The kiss fills me with a new melody, something I¡¯ve never heard. His lips taste sweet and warm. His arms feel strong and protective around me. Finally he pulls away and I lean my head on his shoulders.

¡°Nothing can beat this,¡± I mutter into his shirt. ¡°Not even prom.¡±

¡°I was thinking the same,¡± his warm breath tickles my ears. ¡°Do you want to skip prom?¡±

I frown, ¡°Why?¡±

¡°Well, we never actually went on a date. Last night was a complete mess. I was thinking we could go on a date instead and skip prom. Right now, I just want to be with you.¡±

I smile up at him, tears swell up inside my eyes. ¡°I¡¯d like that.¡±

Jae Joong wipes away a tear that escapes down my cheek and kiss me again. This time, the kiss feels deeper, and I melt into it. Everything around me seems to fade away, leaving only me and him. Nothing could be more perfect. Kim Jae Joong: my reward for all the crazy girlie transformation. I must remember to thank Nikki later.

[loveryohei]

aw...so sweet...

[ippy]

lol and who is next?

[adeline28]

Sweet! nice story....

[silent_Jhenz]

It looks that the boy who commonly sat there just glared at him afore award some added abode for himself.





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