<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096909895189497911</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:01:53.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love in a Mist</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Merliam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17059086332590656529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096909895189497911.post-522783349421879353</id><published>2009-04-05T20:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T20:40:26.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALE: A New Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SdimcioI6yI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XvIK1RBQFXA/s1600-h/Chap47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 483px; height: 321px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SdimcioI6yI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XvIK1RBQFXA/s320/Chap47.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321185968999951138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*After 7 months…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Yunho was waiting for his charming bride. Lovely was walking on the aisle with his appa.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Jeong: Yunho, I’ll give to you my princess.&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: I’ll take care of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Lovely’s father smiled]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priest: We’re all gathered here to witness the new beginning of groom, Jung Yunho and bride, Jeong Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*CLAPPING HANDS*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Lovely and Yunho’s mother were crying while their father were smiling]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;♫Playing I do by 98 degrees♫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priest: Do you, Jung Yunho promise to love and honor this woman till death do you part?&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: I do.&lt;br /&gt;Priest: Do you, Jeong Lovely promise to love and honor this man till death do you part?&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: (Smile sweetly) I do…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Yunho put on the ring on Lovely’s finger then vice versa.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priest: You may kiss the bride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Yunho lifted her vail then kissed her softly.]&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*At the reception&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Changmin-ah~! (Touching her tummy)&lt;br /&gt;Max: What?? (Worried)&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Can we go now?&lt;br /&gt;Max: Waeyo? It’s your best friend’s wedding.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: I know… I know… but…&lt;br /&gt;Max: But what?&lt;br /&gt;Jen: I think little Minnie is coming!! Ahh!!! Changmin!!! (Scream) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Max panicked. Lovely and Yunho stood up and went to Jen’s table.&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Omo! Omo! Jen! Changmin! Calm down.&lt;br /&gt;Max: Araso. Araso. I’ll be calm. Jen, breathe in…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Jen breathe in and out]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Changmin! The car is ready! Pali-pali! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Max carried Jen into the car and drove to the hospital as fast as he could.]&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*At the hospital…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Jen was at the stretcher while Max was holding her hands.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Oppa~! Stay by my side, araso?&lt;br /&gt;Max: Araso… (Kissed Jen’s hand)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Inside the delivery room…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: Push Mrs. Shim. Push…&lt;br /&gt;Jen: I… I… its hard… (In pain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Max held Jen’s hand tightly]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max: Jen… I can see our little Minnie’s head. Push more…&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Oppa!!! (Scream)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[They heard a loud cry of a baby boy. The doctor handed their baby to Jen and she wept.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max: (Wipe Jen’s sweat and tears) Aigoo~! He looks like me. (Touch little Minnie’s nose)&lt;br /&gt;Jen: *sniff* I’m a mother. I can’t believe it.&lt;br /&gt;Max: (Kiss Jen) Saranghae…♥&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manager: Max kissed Jen and uttered “Saranghae”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[TVXQ were waiting]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manager: Waeyo?? (Closed the manuscript)&lt;br /&gt;TVXQ: Eh?!&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: That’s it?&lt;br /&gt;Manager: Deh~! (Nodding)&lt;br /&gt;Micky: More!&lt;br /&gt;Manager: But that’s all. I heard the writer wasn’t able to continue the story because she died of Leukemia.&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: I want to see her in her wake…&lt;br /&gt;Manager: You can’t…&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Waeyo?&lt;br /&gt;Manager: There’s no address when that manuscript was sent.&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: WHAT?! (Shook his head)&lt;br /&gt;Max: Hyung! It’s cool, right? I uttered the last lines. The writer must have liked me very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Xiah hit Max]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max: Aish! What’s that for?&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Stop it you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*SILENCE*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero: It’s obvious that the writer’s favorite TVXQ member is me.&lt;br /&gt;Manager: (Poked Hero’s head) Jaejoong! Stop it.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Mianhe. (Nodded)&lt;br /&gt;Manager: Araso. I’m going to send the Win a Date with TVXQ winners in. Are you ready?&lt;br /&gt;TVXQ: Deh~!!&lt;br /&gt;Max: Aja! (Shouted and stood up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Xiah hit Max again]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max: Aish! What’s that for again?&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Do you always have to be the center of attraction?&lt;br /&gt;Max: Mianher. I just wanted to cheer us.&lt;br /&gt;Manager: (Laugh) Araso, that’s enough. I’m gonna send the girls in. (Went outside)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[TVXQ gathered in a circle]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max: Omo~! What if that really happens? I’m too young to be a father.&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: (Nodded with his arms across his chest) I’m gonna be married after graduation.&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: (Smile) Atleast I have a foreigner girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Dream on guys. (Laugh)&lt;br /&gt;Micky: (stood up and shook off his shoulders) The fiction is giving me chills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[The door opened. They all fell silent and looked at the door.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manager: Okay guys. Here are the four lucky girls who won the contest.&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: 4?!&lt;br /&gt;Manager: Deh~! The other one backed out. At the last minute... Araso. I’m gonna leave you with them. Enjoy your night ladies!&lt;br /&gt;Girls: Kamsahamnida (TRANS: Thank you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Manager left]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TVXQ: Annyeong Haseyo~! TVXQ-imnida~!&lt;br /&gt;Girl1: Annyeong Haseyo, Nae-irumun Fokuda Yuki-imnida. (Bow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Junsu stepped backwards]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl2: Jeong Lovely-imnida. (Bow and smiled)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Yunho blinked twice]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl3: Han Paris-imnida. (Bow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Micky bite his lips]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl4: Im Jen-imnida. (Bow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Max blushed and looked down while Hero scratched his head]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max: *whispering to Xiah* Hyung, they have the same names with the girls in the fan fiction.&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Quiet!&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Changmin-oppa, you’re voice is so great! And you’re so handsome too. If I have a child I’d want him too look like you.&lt;br /&gt;Max: (Shocked) Omo! (Thought about the story in the fic) Ah.. ah…&lt;br /&gt;Kam-sa-ham-nida (Stuttering)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Xiah laughed quietly]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero: *whispering* Junsu-ah!&lt;br /&gt;Junsu: *whisper back* Mianhe…&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Araso, so where do you want to to go ladies? A romantic dinner for two? (Looked at Lovely &amp;amp; smiled)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Lovely giggled]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Araso, I’m going somewhere. I don’t have a date. (Left)&lt;br /&gt;Max: Hyung, wait!&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Oppa…&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Changmin, he’s going to be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Max nodded]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[TVXQ left and went to a restaurant without Hero.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Hero was frustrated so he went to a convenient store, wearing a hoodie to disguise and bought noodles. He sat beside a girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Aish! I’m the only one who’s free tonight. How come they get to meet their partners in the story with the same names except me? So unfair.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: (Look at Hero) Eh??&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Eh??&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Oh, I thought you were talking to me. (Smile)&lt;br /&gt;Hero: (Smile) Aniya…&lt;br /&gt;Girl: (Frown) Is that you Joongie-oppa?&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Ah, ani! Ani!&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Oppa, it’s you! Omo~! It’s me, Rose Park. I won a date with you but I could not come because I had to study for my finals.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Oh, so that’s why you have books with you.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Deh, I’m studying right now. Omo~! I’m so lucky! I thought I won’t see you, but here you are. (Excited)&lt;br /&gt;Hero: (Smile) You must be smart.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Ani… (Smile) My parents are counting on me.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: (Nodded and thought of the story in the fic) Mm? Well, your hard work will soon pay off. I bet you’re gonna graduate Summa Cum laude.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Cheongmal?! Are you some kind of a psychic Joongie?&lt;br /&gt;Hero: (Laugh) Ani… trust me, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-THE END-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2096909895189497911-522783349421879353?l=mistlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/feeds/522783349421879353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2096909895189497911&amp;postID=522783349421879353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/522783349421879353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/522783349421879353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/finale-new-beginning.html' title='FINALE: A New Beginning'/><author><name>Merliam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17059086332590656529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SdimcioI6yI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XvIK1RBQFXA/s72-c/Chap47.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096909895189497911.post-5530855652583048065</id><published>2009-04-05T19:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T20:06:56.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 46: I Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SdiYDh0LAEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/XC6PYCyBMxY/s1600-h/Chap46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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(Holding Jen’s hand)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Jen: Deh~! I need to be strong for our little Minnie. (Smile)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Max: (Touch Jen’s tummy) Little Minnie, be good to your umma, araso?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;[Jen giggled]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Meanwhile, Yunho was sitting alone in the corner. Emily approached him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Emily: Hi! (Smile)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Yunho: Do I know you? (Raising his eyebrow)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Emily: (Smirked) I’m Emily.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Yunho: Oh~! You’re Jaejoong’s Ex. (Teasing voice)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Emily: (Hit Yunho’s arm) Yah~! He’s my past. I moved on.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Yunho: Cheongmal?! (Surprised)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s great… Finally!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Emily: Deh~! (Sweet smile)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Prof: Break is over everyone! Come back here! (Shouts)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Yunho: Let’s go…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Emily: (Touching her forehead) I’m dizzy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Yunho: (Hold Emily) Kwaenchana? Do you want me to accompany you to the clinic?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Emily: Aniya… I’ll just rest here.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Yunho: I’ll stay with you then…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Lovely was looking for Yunho. When she turned around, she saw Emily’s head on Yunho’s shoulder.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*After practice, Yunho went to Lovely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Yunho: Hon… (Kissed Lovely’s cheek)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[She just stared at him]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Yunho: (Take Lovely’s hand to stand her up) Hon, let’s go…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[She pulled her hand, stood up and left]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Yunho: Lovely! Lovely!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Candice saw what happened and smiled]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*At the restroom, The Plastics were gussying up. Candice spoke…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Candice: Guess what? Lovely and Yunho had a fight…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Amanda: Waeyo? (Raised eyebrow)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Suddenly, Emily laughed.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Scarlett: Oooh… I smell something fishy… (Smile)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Candice: Emily, you’re so evil.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Emily: Ye right. She deserves that…&lt;o:p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Sun-ye heard what they’re talking about. When the Plastics left, she went out the cubicle and shook her head.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Sun-ye went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; and told her everything she heard.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Sun-ye: Paris, Lovely’s in trouble.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;: What?! (Worried)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Sun-ye: I heard Candice told them that Lovely &amp;amp; Yunho had a fight then Emily laughed, telling Lovely deserves it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;: Omo~! That evil hag! (At her wits end)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Sun-ye: I think she’s responsible for that.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;: (Nod) Komawoyo…I’ll warn Lovely.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;*At Paris’ House…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;: (Dialed Lovely’s number) Lovely pick up.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Lovely answered the phone]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Lovely: Yoboseyo…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;: Lovely, Paris here.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Lovely: Oh~! Why did you call?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;: I need to tell you something.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Lovely: Tell what?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;: About Yunho &amp;amp; Emily.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Lovely: Aish! I know it already. I saw them sweet this morning.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;: It’s not what you think Lovely.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Lovely: Whatever &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. I need time to think. It keeps on repeating. I don’t know if I can trust him again. *sniff*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;: Lovely, are you crying? Aigoo~! Don’t cry please.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Lovely: I’m okay. Bye.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Lovely hung up while &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; frowned and sighed.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;*At a bar…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Yunho drank his last shot.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hero: Ya~! What’s your problem?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Yunho: I don’t have a problem… (Pour more alcohol to his glass)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hero: You can’t trick me. I know you. You’re only drinking when there’s an occasion or you have a problem.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Yunho: Araso…Araso… Lovely is mad at me and I don’t know why.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hero: Did you call her?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Yunho: Deh~! 50 times, Jaejoong. 50 times and she didn’t answer even once… (Shook his head)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;[Hero was silent]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;*At the senior’s farewell party…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Yunho was sitting in DBBP’s table while Lovely was dancing with Paris’ and others. Emily approached him again.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Emily: Jung Yunho… (Sexy smile)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Yunho: Emily… (Smile)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Emily: Why are you alone? (Sit beside Yunho)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Yunho: I’m not in the mood to dance (Bitter smile)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Emily: Aigoo~! I heard you’re good in dancing. (Pout)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Yunho: Next time Emiy.&lt;o:p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Yuki saw Yunho and Emily talking so she whispered something to Lovely and pointed them.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Emily: Do you want to go somewhere?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Yunho: Where?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Emily: Where you could relax… You know… (Smile)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Yunho: Araso… Let’s go. (Stood up)&lt;o:p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[When Lovely saw them, she stopped dacing and went to Yunho.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Lovely: Jung Yunho!! You’re not going anywhere! (Shouts)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;[Emily raised her eyebrow while Yunho nodded and stayed.]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Emily: Abouya?! (*TRANS::What the hell?!)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Lovely smiled first then slapped her. Emily look at Lovely harshly and was about to slap her back but Lovely caught her hand. When a waiter passed by, Lovely took a glass filled with wine and splashed it to Emily.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Lovely: Wake up Emily! I’m sick and tired playing your dirty games. I’ve had enough… First you mess with Rose and Jaejoong. You tried to kill Yuki and caused Junsu an injury. You set Changmin up with Scarlett and caused Jen to suffer. And now, you want to take my life, my everything?!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Emily glared at Lovely. The other students stopped dancing and the music was out. Rose and others gathered behind Lovely.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Lovely: Are you happy? Doing these non-sense things? Jaejoong doesn’t love you anymore and I know someone will love you more than Jaejoong did.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just… just stop messing with us… I’ll let you go this time.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Emily looked around. Students were whispering and were looking at her harshly. She was teary eyed. When she was searching for her friends, they were gone.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Emily: (Crying) I’m sorry…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;[Emily covered her mouth then ran]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Rose, Jen, Yuki and Paris embraced Lovely…]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;GRADUATION&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;*Students were marching to their sits, wearing a black toga. It was so solemn…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*CLAPPING HANDS*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Headmaster: It is time for the blossom of flowers again. I believe that all of you students are reluctant to leave. This is the day for the graduation of Kyanggi students. I have a few words. When we entered the society to get along with others, we paid special attention on doing good things even it is little. If you walk there must be trace. “One step, One footprint.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Lovely: *whispering* The ceremony is on. Where’s Max and others? Are they still coming or not?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Jen: *whispering back* I don’t know.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Headmaster: …reading is the source for wisdom. In education, it should be like me. Never talk much, always be very strict. Always be hardworking. Like me being generous. Like me being honest. Like me being unselfish. You, graduating students should have my spirit.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*CLAPPING HANDS*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Headmaster: You’re welcome to come back…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Students were starting to cheer.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Lovely: They have come… (Smile)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Jen: Deh~! (Smile)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[DBBP were walking on aisle. Students were cheering and clapping their hands.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Headmaster: Parting does not mean the end but a start of a new beginning.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;[Students were still cheering. DBBP went up the stage and smiled arrogantly.]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Headmaster: I…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Max interrupted]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Max: Where’s my grad certificate?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Headmaster frowned]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Headmaster: Araso… Now we award the grad certificate.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[The headmaster gace the certificate to Max and congratulated him.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Jen: Aigoo~! My hubby is so cute. (Chuckle)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Lovely: (Smiled) Deh~!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;[Rose was awarded as the Summa Cum laude, Sun-ye as the Magna Cum laude and Jen as the Cum laude. Lovely got the Leadership award. After the ceremony, the students threw their cap and cheered.]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Yunho interrupted them and went on the podium.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Yunho: Ehem! (Clearing his throat) Everyone please take your sits.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(Smile)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;: Waeyo? (*TRANS: Why?)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Lovely frowned]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Rose: You’re still mad at Yunho?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Lovely nodded]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Yunho: It’s been a week since the girl I love doesn’t talk to me. I wonder what she’s thinking right now… (Smile)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Students cheered again]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Rose: Ya~! What are you thinking huh?? (Teasing)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Lovely: Nothing!! (Shook her head)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Yuki: Aigoo~! You’re blushing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Yunho: We experienced problems such as break ups and fights but we stayed strong.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Rose petals were starting to fall from the sky.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;: So romantic… (Looking at the sky)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Jen: I think he’s apologizing for what happened.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Lovely: Aniya~! (Shook her head)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Yunho went down and went to Lovely.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Rose was pushing Lovely but Lovely stayed put.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Yunho: (Kneeled down in front of Lovely) Lovely…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Lovely: Ya~! What are you doing? (Hissed)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Yunho: (Held Lovely’s hand) Lovely, I can’t find the right words to say but…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Lovely: Yunho? (Nervous)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Yunho: (Took a ring in his pocket) Lovely Jeong, will you marry me?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Lovely was surprised and was teary eyed.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Lovely: (Crying) Yes… Yes… I will marry you Jung Yunho.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Yunho put the ring on her finger and stood up. He embraced Lovely.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Yunho: Saranghae…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Lovely: Saranghae.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;[Yunho looked at Lovely’s eyes and kissed her passionately.]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Everyone cheered as the petals continued to fall down.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2096909895189497911-5530855652583048065?l=mistlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5530855652583048065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2096909895189497911&amp;postID=5530855652583048065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/5530855652583048065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/5530855652583048065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/chapter-46-i-do.html' title='Chapter 46: I Do'/><author><name>Merliam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17059086332590656529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SdiYDh0LAEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/XC6PYCyBMxY/s72-c/Chap46.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096909895189497911.post-7063070628538816863</id><published>2009-03-12T00:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T00:34:38.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 45: Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/Sbfns8igAKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/FeaR0ItWMOI/s1600-h/Chap45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311969044857880738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/Sbfns8igAKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/FeaR0ItWMOI/s320/Chap45.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*At Jen’s room…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: (Sitting on her bed &amp;amp; holding the pregnancy kit) Omo… What should I do? Changmin was angry when he learned about my situation… should I just abort the baby? (Shook her head) What am I thinking?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Suddenly somebody knocked on the door…]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Mrs. Im: Jen? Jen?&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Umma! (Hid the kit under her bed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Jen opened the door]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Im: Jen, I heard about what happened to you at school today. Are you okay? (Touch Jen’s face)&lt;br /&gt;Jen: I’m fine umma. (Smile)&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Im: What happened to you? Maybe you should skip school first.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Ani! I was just stressed out umma. I just need to rest.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Im: Araso, sleep now. (Kiss Jen’s forehead)&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Goodnight umma…&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Im: Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Before sleeping, Jen tried to call Max.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Oppa… pick up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**At Max’s room**&lt;br /&gt;[Max was sitting on his bed with his elbows resting on his knees. Suddenly his phone rang…]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Max: Jen…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[He turned off his phone]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**At Jen’s room**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jen: Maybe he just needs time to think…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*The next morning, at the classroom, Jen arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Rose: How are you Jen?&lt;br /&gt;Jen: I’m fine now. Thanks. (Smile sweetly)&lt;br /&gt;Paris: Sit here Jen.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Kamsahamnida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yunho approached them.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Have you seen Changmin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Lovely glared at Yunho]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: What?!&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Girls, I think they still don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Know what?&lt;br /&gt;Jen: I’m pregnant and Changmin’s the father.&lt;br /&gt;Yunho and Hero: Eh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Hero approached Jen, kneeled down and touched Jen’s tummy.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hero: Omo~! I’m gonna be an uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Everybody laughed]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Micky and Xiah arrived…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Micky: Seems like everybody’s having fun.&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Deh~! Did we miss something?&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Ya missed A LOT&lt;br /&gt;Micky: Eh?! I thought we were supposed to tell everything to each other? No secrets right?&lt;br /&gt;Paris: You see Chunnie… (Approach Micky and playfully touching his arm) It’s kind of private so… (Wink)&lt;br /&gt;Micky: Quit seducing me Paris. Not now, later okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Everybody laughed]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Yoochun, have you seen Changmin?&lt;br /&gt;Micky: Ani, we’ve been searching for him all day.&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: I think he skipped school.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Oh… (Disappointed)&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Jen: I… I… I’m pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;Micky: Omo~! Does Changmin know?&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Deh…&lt;br /&gt;Micky: What did he say?&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Nothing…&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Jen, don’t cover up for him.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: He was angry but…&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Aish~! That Changmin…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Xiah walked away]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Junsu-ah!! Ahh… (her tummy ached)&lt;br /&gt;Hero: (Held Jen) Omo~! Be careful Jen…&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Joongie, please follow Junsu. Don’t let him hurt Changmin.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Yes Ma’am! (Quickly kiss Rose)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Hero ran to follow Junsu and then ran back to them and touched Jen’s tummy.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hero: I’ll be back my niece… or… nephew? (Smile and run after Xiah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*At Max’s house…&lt;br /&gt;[Xiah knocked at the door. The maid let Xiah and Hero in and they proceeded to Max’s room. Before knocking on the door of the room, Hero touched Xiah’s shoulder.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hero: Junsu, take it easy. If you hurt Changmin, Jen will be sad. Please understand that she is very fragile right now.&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: I won’t hurt him, okay? I’ll just talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: I’ll come with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Xiah knocked on Max’s door and opened it.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Xiah: Changmin!&lt;br /&gt;Changmin: (Looked at Xiah) Hyung~! (Stood up) I have a really big…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Before Max could talk Xiah poked him.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max: (Looked up slowly) Aish~! What’s that for?!&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: For rejecting Jen! Now’s the time that she needs you most. You should care for her. If Yuki will be pregnant with my child, I would be happy and stay with her. I won’t lock myself in my room like a loser would.&lt;br /&gt;Max: (Sat on the bed) Hyung… I’m not yet ready.&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Changmin, it’s not about if you’re ready or not. You did that to Jen and you have to accept it. Would you like your child to have no father?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*SILENCE*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Think about it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Max buried his face to his hands. Hero approached him, rubbed his back and leaned on him.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hero: (Whispering) Changmin… don’t leave Jen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*The next day, at class.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Ms. Im, will you please get the OHP in the faculty room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Lovely and the others looked at Jen.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yuki: (Stood up) I’m gonna get it sir.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: No. I want Ms. Im&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Sir, may I accompany her?&lt;br /&gt;Prof: No. What’s with getting the OHP? Ms. Im get it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Jen stood up, looked at her friends and nodded. She walked to the faculty room while holding her tummy.When she reached the faculty room she stopped infront of the OHP…]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jen: (Sighs) Aja! (Close her fist in front of her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Jen carried the OHP back to her room.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jen: Omo~! The OHP seem heavier than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Jen reached the classroom and went back to her seat.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jen: (Took deep breaths) (Closed her eyes and then looked at Yuki) I’m okay. (Whisper)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*After the period, the bell rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Prof: Okay class, we’ll continue the discussion tomorrow. Ah! Ms. Im I’ll put you in charge of the stage design since you’re the class’ artist.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Uhm…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Before Jen could speak, their professor left the room. Jen went infront of the room.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jen: Would anybody like to help me with the stage design?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Nobody answered so Jen went back to her seat. The girls approached Jen.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Rose: Jen, I’d like to help you but I need to substitute for Mr. Geum.&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Paris and I need to arrange the program.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Omo~! I promised my mom to accompany her. Anyways, I’ll just tell her that something came up.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Oh… Ani! Ani! No need for that Lovely. I can handle myself.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Sure?&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Deh~!&lt;br /&gt;Paris: Araso. Just promise us you’ll call when you need help. Araso?&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Araso, I promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*DISMISSAL TIME*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Aish~! Why do I have to do all the work? (Sighs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Jen started cutting the designs. By 5:30 pm she was finished.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: There, all I need is to arrange and stick the designs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[She stared at the stage.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Omo~! How am I supposed to stick these? The stage is so big. (Frown)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[She started sticking the designs at the bottom. She grabbed a chair and stood on it. She tried to stick the design but she can’t reach it…]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Max: Jen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[She looked at Max]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Max: (Ran to Jen and held her waist) What are you doing? Get down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[She held Max’s shoulder and went down]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max: What if you fell down?!&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Oppa~ (Smile)&lt;br /&gt;Max: Jen, please take care of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: (Smiled and hugged Max on the waist) Araso…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Max hugged Jen and caressed her hair.]&lt;br /&gt;[They stayed there for a moment and then…]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Max: Jen…&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Hmm? (Looked up)&lt;br /&gt;Max: I prepared dinner for us…&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Wow, (smile) so that’s why you were absent.&lt;br /&gt;Max: De, I prepared all day (smile)… I wanted to put this off until we eat dinner but I don’t think I can keep it from you any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Max let go of Jen and held her hands. Jen stepped back]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Max: I, Shim Changmin, vow to love and take care of you and our child to the extent of my ability; to trust you always and never hurt you ever again…Jen… (let go of Jen’s right hand and knelt down) I can’t wait to love you forever…will you marry me? (Held the ring)&lt;br /&gt;Jen: (Shocked) (Smiled slowly and bit her lower lip) De… I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Max put the ring on Jen’s hand, smiled and stood up]&lt;br /&gt;[Max hugged Jen. Jen buried her face in Max’s chest.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Oppa, there’s no such thing as forever. (Whisper)&lt;br /&gt;Max: (Whisper) I’ll make it possible for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Max touched Jen’s chin and leaned to kiss her.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max: Saranghae… (while kissing)&lt;br /&gt;Jen: (Stopped kissing Max and smiled) Forever?&lt;br /&gt;Max: (Smiled) Forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Max kissed Jen again and Jen kissed him back.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2096909895189497911-7063070628538816863?l=mistlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7063070628538816863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2096909895189497911&amp;postID=7063070628538816863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/7063070628538816863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/7063070628538816863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/chapter-45-forever.html' title='Chapter 45: Forever'/><author><name>Merliam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17059086332590656529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/Sbfns8igAKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/FeaR0ItWMOI/s72-c/Chap45.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096909895189497911.post-7518247375627697705</id><published>2009-03-07T00:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T00:45:22.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 44: Positive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SbFSGLcSmZI/AAAAAAAAAF8/vmh88tAKWCc/s1600-h/Chap44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310115701750667666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SbFSGLcSmZI/AAAAAAAAAF8/vmh88tAKWCc/s320/Chap44.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*After 1 month…&lt;br /&gt;**At the girls’ bathroom, the girls were retouching their make-ups except for Jen. She was walking back and forth so Lovely noticed her…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: (Faced Jen and put her hands on her waist) Ya~! Would you cut that out? What’s your problem?&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Lovely… girls… I haven’t had my period yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[3 of them faced her particulary Rose, Yuki and Paris.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All: So?!&lt;br /&gt;Jen: I made love with Changmin… (Blushed)&lt;br /&gt;All: Omo~!&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Does Changmin already know?&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Anio… (Shook her head)&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: OMG!! Let’s buy a pregnancy kit.&lt;br /&gt;Paris: Let’s buy it after class.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Deh. I don’t know what to do. How will I tell it to Changmin? How will I tell it to my parents?&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: (Held Jen &amp;amp; hugged her) Don’t worry. We’re here to support you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[BELL RINGS]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Let’s go…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*At the classroom…&lt;br /&gt;[Max sat beside Jen. She ignored Max’s presence. She was resting her chin on her hand.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Max: *thinking* Why she’s ignoring me? What did I do?&lt;br /&gt;Jen: *thinking* I hope I’m not pregnant… (Long sigh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Max snapped his finger in front of Jen]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max: Jen…&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Huh?!&lt;br /&gt;Max: Is there anything bothering you?&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Max nodded. Jen stared at his eyes then looked away. Max noticed it so he took Jen’s right hand and kissed it.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*After class…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Max: Let’s go home together…&lt;br /&gt;Jen: I…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yuki appeared behind Jen and smiled sweetly.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yuki: Ahm? Minnie, will it be alright if Jen will join us? We’re having a girls’ night.&lt;br /&gt;Max: But…&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Oppa… (Puppy eyes)&lt;br /&gt;Max: Araso…Araso… Don’t drink too much… I’ll go now…bye. (Kissed Jen then left)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yuki stared at Jen’s eyes as if they were talking. Jen understood it and she grabbed Yuki’s hand.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The girls went to the nearest pharmacy. Jen was shy to buy it so 4 of them played rock, paper, and scissors. Rose lost so she’s the one who would buy the pregnancy kit.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose: One pregnancy kit please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[The pharmacist just stared at her for a long time.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Rose: What?!&lt;br /&gt;Pharmacist: Ani… ani…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[The pharmacist turned around and shook her head in disbelief.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Pharmacist: Here…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Rose paid it then turned around]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pharmacist: The youth nowadays are very different,&lt;br /&gt;Rose: (Stopped and looked back) Deh! We’re so unique right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Rose didn’t wait for her answer. She continued walking and left.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris: What happened? You seemed irritated.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Nothing… Here Jen. (Gave the plastic)&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Komawo…&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Jen, do it now.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Ani. I’m nervous. I’ll do it at home.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Girls, let’s respect her decision. Let’s go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*All of them went home directly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*At Jen’s house…&lt;br /&gt;**Jen opened the door and walked fast. Her mom called her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Mrs. Im: Sweetie, let’s eat. I’ve waited for you…&lt;br /&gt;Jen: (Walked towards her mom and hugged her) Umma, I’m full now. Mianhe…&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Im: (Disappointed) Alright. Take a rest now. (Kissed Jen’s forehead)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Jen went upstairs and locked her room. She took the pregnancy kit in her bag and went inside the bathroom.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jen: I’m not pregnant… (Cross fingers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Jen took a pregnancy test and waited for several minutes.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jen: (Sighs) What will I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Suddenly, she sat down at the toilet and she covered her face.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*The next day. Break Time.&lt;br /&gt;**The girls and DBBP decided to stay at the room to eat their snacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Rose: Jen, what’s the result?&lt;br /&gt;Paris: Deh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Everybody’s eyes were looking at Jen.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jen: (Feel conscious) I don’t want to talk about it. Let’s eat first.&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Okay…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Max was approaching Jen’s seat and he was holding garlic bread.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jen: Aaah~! What’s that smell? I hate it!&lt;br /&gt;Max: Omo~! You love garlic bread right?!&lt;br /&gt;Jen: (Shocked) Right! Right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(The girls looked at each other suspiciously)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[After a few minutes]&lt;br /&gt;*Jen suddenly stood up, went to the nearest bathroom and vomited. Lovely followed her and rubbed her back.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Lovely: Are you alright? You’re pregnant, aren’t you?&lt;br /&gt;Jen: (Washed her mouth and faced Lovely) Deh… I’m pregnant. (Embraced Lovely)&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Wait! I remember… our next class is PE. Will you join?&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Deh. I’ll act normally.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: But don’t move too much okay? That Changmin-ah! He’s so stupid. He didn’t use contraceptives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Jen smiled]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: It’s our first…&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Oh~! He must have sought advice from Yunho.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Omo~! You did it too?! Why you didn’t tell us?&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: It’s private! I just slipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Lovely and Jen talked about their experience and laughed]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*At the gym…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Coach: We’ll play basketball today. Girls will be separated from boys. First five for the girls will be Paris, Rose, Lovely, Jen and Yuki. First five for the boys will be Yunho, Jaejoong, Yoochun, Changmin and Junsu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Lovely looked at Jen and widened her eyes. Jen just nodded at her.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*While playing…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Lovely: Hey Jen! You’re still okay?&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Deh~! (Shouts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Jen catched the ball and shoot a 3 point shot. Luckily, the ball shoots. Everybody cheered for her. She smiled then she got dizzy and passed out.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*At the Clinic…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Nurse: Your friend is pregnant, isn’t she?&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Deh…&lt;br /&gt;Nurse: She’s 1 month pregnant. Who’s the lucky father?&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Shim Changmin. But she’s not yet telling him.&lt;br /&gt;Nurse: (Nodded) She can’t keep it forever…&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Please… if Changmin visits, tell him that Jen was just stressed. Please…&lt;br /&gt;Nurse: Araso… I understand Ms. Im’s situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*After 5 mins, Jen woke up…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: (Touching her forehead) What happened?&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: You fainted. I told you to rest…&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Mianhe… (Touch her tummy) Mianhe little Minnie…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Suddenly, Changmin arrived.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max: *Panting* Jen!! Are you okay? I’m sorry…&lt;br /&gt;Jen: It’s okay. I’m doing great… I’m just tired.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Lovely, let’s go. Let’s leave them first.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Okay! Toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[The nurse smiled at Rose and Lovely.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurse: Jen, I’ll take a break first.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Araso. (Smile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Nurse left]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SILENCE*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Changmin…&lt;br /&gt;Max: Deh?&lt;br /&gt;Jen: What if I have an incurable disease, will you still love me?&lt;br /&gt;Max: Of course!&lt;br /&gt;Jen: What if something will happen to me right now and ruined my face, will you still love me?&lt;br /&gt;Max: Yes! I’ll always love you. You know that…&lt;br /&gt;Jen: What if…?&lt;br /&gt;Max: Wait. Is there any problem?&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Minnie-ah…&lt;br /&gt;Max: Deh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*SILENCE*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: I’m pregnant. (Low voice)&lt;br /&gt;Max: Eh?!&lt;br /&gt;Jen: I’m pregnant!! (Shout)&lt;br /&gt;Max: No! You can’t be pregnant! I can’t be a father yet! I’m not ready! I have dreams!!&lt;br /&gt;Jen: I have dreams too, oppa! But it was our choice and this is the consequence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Max stood up and hit the chair. He screamed desperately then left.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jen: Changmin!! Changmin!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Jen wept.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2096909895189497911-7518247375627697705?l=mistlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7518247375627697705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2096909895189497911&amp;postID=7518247375627697705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/7518247375627697705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/7518247375627697705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/after-1-month-at-girls-bathroom-girls.html' title='Chapter 44: Positive'/><author><name>Merliam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17059086332590656529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SbFSGLcSmZI/AAAAAAAAAF8/vmh88tAKWCc/s72-c/Chap44.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096909895189497911.post-6436462264675281411</id><published>2009-03-07T00:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T00:58:13.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 43: Sugar, Spice and Everything Nice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SbFN2be_a1I/AAAAAAAAAF0/Eor7y9S9taQ/s1600-h/Chap43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310111033132542802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SbFN2be_a1I/AAAAAAAAAF0/Eor7y9S9taQ/s320/Chap43.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*The last class for the day, Geography.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: (Passed a note to Max)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;My Minnie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please come with me at my house today. My parents are at a business trip.&lt;br /&gt;Saranghae! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max: (Replied to the note)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I haven’t said “yes”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: &lt;em&gt;*Whispering*&lt;/em&gt; Oh I know you would anyway! (Giggle)&lt;br /&gt;Max: (Smile) Araso.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Kamsahamnida. (Blew a kiss)&lt;br /&gt;Max: &lt;em&gt;(Caught the kiss and put it in his pocket) &lt;/em&gt;I’ll reserve it for emergency purposes. (Winked)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Jen giggled]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Bell Rings… Max approached Jen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max: I’m ready.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Omo~! You seem so excited.&lt;br /&gt;Max: Of course, I’m going to be with you…alone. (Grin)&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Minnie-ah… I don’t like that idea.&lt;br /&gt;Max: (Laugh) What?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*At the parking lot…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max: Aigoo~! Where is my car?&lt;br /&gt;Junpyo: Hyung! JJ told me to tell you he borrowed your car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Max searched for the keys in his pocket and he didn’t find it.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Max: Mm? I wonder how he got it…so I guess we’re going to commute.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Araso. (Smile)&lt;br /&gt;Max: But I don’t know how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Jen laughed]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max: Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: What?&lt;br /&gt;Max: I don’t know how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Jen laughed again]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max: Don’t laugh at me, it’s not funny. (Frown)&lt;br /&gt;Jen: (Laugh) Are you kidding me? It’s hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;Max: I said it’s not funny!&lt;br /&gt;Jen: (Laugh) Araso. I’ll stop now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*SILENCE*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Jen bursted into laughter]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max: Aish! (Walked away)&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Oppa~! (Smile)&lt;br /&gt;Max: Don’t laugh at me! (Pout)&lt;br /&gt;Jen: (Laugh) You look like a child!&lt;br /&gt;Max: Stop it!&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Okay, I’ll stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[They walked to the train station silently. Max’s hands are on his pocket. Jen stopped. Max looked at her.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jen: Araso. Step no.1: Buy tickets to the ticket booth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Max went to the ticket booth.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Girl: Hi sir. How many tickets? (Smiling and flirting)&lt;br /&gt;Max: Uhm, 2 tickets please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Max handed the money and the girl intentionally touched his hand and smiled. Max did not react and Jen was glaring.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Here’s your change sir. Kamsahamnida. (Smile)&lt;br /&gt;Max: (Nodded) Here… (Handed the tickets to Jen)&lt;br /&gt;Jen: You seemed like you enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;Max: Yea. It was my first… I did not flirt with the girl.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Ye, I know. I’m proud of you. (Smile)&lt;br /&gt;Max: (Smile) Can I get a reward for that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Jen kissed Max]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max: *Sigh* Heaven…&lt;br /&gt;Jen: (Laugh) Araso. Step no.2: Insert the card intp the slot and get in on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Max got inside and so did Jen. They stepped inside the train and he saw an empty seat.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Max: Step no.3: Let your girl sit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Jen smiled]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max: It’s called sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Kamsahamnida~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Max stood in front of Jen and held onto the bar. While riding, Max held Jen’s hand using his free hand and kept on looking around.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jen: (Smile) You look so innocent… (whispered)&lt;br /&gt;Max: Eh??&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*They arrived at Jen’s house. Max looked around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jen: What? Look, don’t expect it to be as big as your house.&lt;br /&gt;Max: No… (Laugh) Your house just looks so cute. (Smile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Max kept on looking around. Jen fixed her things on the sofa.]&lt;br /&gt;*SILENCE*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max: I’m hungry.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: I’ll cook.&lt;br /&gt;Max: I’ll stay here. (Smile)&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Jen went to the kitchen and cooked. While cooking, Max hugged Jen from her back.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Max: What are you cooking? (Smelled Jen’s hair)&lt;br /&gt;Jen: (Smile) Hmm… Ramen&lt;br /&gt;Max: u-huh. (Kissed Jen’s cheek and then down to her neck)&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Changmin-ah…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Max turned her so that she is facing him. He kissed her for a few minutes then Jen held back.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jen: (Fixed Max’s shirt) You’re hungry (pointing to his tummy) right?&lt;br /&gt;Max: Right.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: So I’m gonna feed you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Jen continued cooking. After a few minutes, Jen served the food and called over Max.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jen: Oppa~! Food is ready. Let’s eat.&lt;br /&gt;Max: Wow! It smells delicious.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Ofcourse it does! Wait till you taste it. (Laugh)&lt;br /&gt;Max: Oh, I can’t wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Max ate while Jen watched him. Max laughed]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jen: What’s funny?&lt;br /&gt;Max: Nothing.We look like a married couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-------------[ NC - 17 ] ------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[After Max and Jen ate, Max carried her.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Omo~! Oppa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Max laughed]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Where are you taking me?&lt;br /&gt;Max: Somewhere… (Smirk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Max gave Jen a quick kiss on the lips]&lt;br /&gt;[Max carried Jen to her room and kissed her continuously. He laid her in the bed and spread her arms and kissed her from the lips down to her neck while unbuttoning her blouse. His kiss went down to her shoulder then to her chest.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jen: Changmin! (Sat up quickly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Jen hit Max’s cheek.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max: Aw!&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Omo~! Mianhe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Jen got an ice bag downstairs and brought it up to her room.]&lt;br /&gt;*SILENCE*&lt;br /&gt;[Jen held the ice bag on Max’s cheek. He was staring blankly then he closed his eyes. He touched Jen’s hand while it’s still on his cheek then he opened his eyes. He put Jen’s hand over his shoulder then laid her down the bed while kissing her.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jen: Oppa…&lt;br /&gt;Max: I’ll be gentle. I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*The next morning. Jen was lying on the chest of Max wearing on Max’s polo shirt.&lt;br /&gt;[Max was tracing random patterns on Jen’s back.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jen: Morning… (Smile)&lt;br /&gt;Max: Morning sleepyhead. How are you?&lt;br /&gt;Jen: I’m fine. (Smile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*SILENCE*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jen: It hurts a bit…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Max raised his eyebrows]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jen: But…&lt;br /&gt;Max: But what?&lt;br /&gt;Jen: (Smile) I never thought it would be like that. It felt so good especially I did with you.&lt;br /&gt;Max: Uhm… (Nodded)&lt;br /&gt;Jen: What?&lt;br /&gt;Max: Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Jen pouted]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Max: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*SILENCE*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max: are you worried that I did not enjoy myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Jen nodded]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max: Of course I did. It’s…&lt;br /&gt;Jen: The best?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Max nodded]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Really?&lt;br /&gt;Max: U-huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Jen smiled then kissed him.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2096909895189497911-6436462264675281411?l=mistlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6436462264675281411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2096909895189497911&amp;postID=6436462264675281411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/6436462264675281411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/6436462264675281411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/chapter-43-sugar-spice-and-everything.html' title='Chapter 43: Sugar, Spice and Everything Nice'/><author><name>Merliam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17059086332590656529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SbFN2be_a1I/AAAAAAAAAF0/Eor7y9S9taQ/s72-c/Chap43.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096909895189497911.post-3335328935370226293</id><published>2009-03-01T19:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T02:29:54.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 42: Stupid Cupid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SaptDlUXEcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/B4SwgcCrJ-s/s1600-h/Chap42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308175019134095810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SaptDlUXEcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/B4SwgcCrJ-s/s320/Chap42.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype name="City" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype name="place" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face  {font-family:"Arial Unicode MS";  panose-1:2 11 6 4 2 2 2 2 2 4;  mso-font-charset:128;  mso-generic-font-family:swiss;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:-1 -369098753 63 0 4129279 0;} @font-face  {font-family:Calibri;  panose-1:2 15 5 2 2 2 4 3 2 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:swiss;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:-1610611985 1073750139 0 0 159 0;} @font-face  {font-family:"\@Arial Unicode MS";  panose-1:2 11 6 4 2 2 2 2 2 4;  mso-font-charset:128;  mso-generic-font-family:swiss;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:-1 -369098753 63 0 4129279 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin-top:0in;  margin-right:0in;  margin-bottom:10.0pt;  margin-left:0in;  line-height:115%;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:11.0pt;  font-family:Calibri;  mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;  mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-language:JA;} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;*Bell Rings*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;**At the Library…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt;Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;: Omo~! I have my literature class. Gotta run Sunye!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;Sunye: Araso. I’ll call you &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt;Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;: Annyeong!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;*At the Classroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;Professor: Good Afternoon class.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;All: Good afternoon Mr. Park.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;Professor: Today, I’ll discuss a story in Greek Mythology. It’s about the betrayal of Zeus to Hera. The title is “The Rape of Europa”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; opened the door]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt;Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;: *panting* Good afternoon sir! Sorry I’m late.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;Micky:&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ahem! (Looked away)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; looked at Micky then went to her seat.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;Prof: Don’t be late again Ms. Paris.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt;Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;: Deh…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;Prof: Moving on… The Rape of Europa is like the Renaissance idea of the classical – fantastic, delicately decorated, bright colored – is taken entirely from a poem of the 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; Century Alexandrian poet Moschus by far the best account. Now, let’s start…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;[Micky whispered something to Xiah]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;Micky: Boring…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;Xiah: Deh! I would rather flirt with Yuki.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;Hero: Shush! Quiet! I’m trying to listen here… *whispering*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;Max: Omo~! I’ve read this before. I know it!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;[They looked at Max and bursted to laughter]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;Prof: Mr. Jung! Do you have problem?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;Yunho: Nothing sir. Nothing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;[Lovely giggled while &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; looked back at Micky and rolled her eyes.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;Prof: Hera was off guard to her husband. One morning, Zeus was watching the Earth. He suddenly saw a charming spectacle named Europa. She was in the garden with her siblings. While watching the beautiful scene, a mischievous boy, Cupid – shot one of his shafts into Zeus heart and that very instant he fell madly in love with Europa. Zeus changed himself to a bull. He went down to Earth to fetch Europa who willingly rode on his back. On their way to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Crete&lt;/st1:place&gt;, Europa was frightened and realized that the bull was a god. When they reached &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Crete&lt;/st1:place&gt;, Zeus raped her…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;All: Woah!!! (Amazed)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;[Professor smiled]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;Prof: If you were in the place of Hera how would you react and why?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; raised her right hand]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;Prof: Yes &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; Han?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; stood up]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt;Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;: If I were Hera, I would feel betrayed of course. Because in the first place Zeus isn’t supposed &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;to be eyeing other woman.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;[Micky stood up and their professor was shocked.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;Micky: But then of course, it’s not Zeus’ fault! It was an accident that Cupid shot him in the heart.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;Prof: Ye, you have a point Mr. Park.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt;Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;: If Zeus didn’t WANT it to happen, he wouldn’t flirt with Europa!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; emphasized the word want.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;Micky: It was Europa who flirted with Zeus!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt;Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;: Ani! Did Zeus ever think what will Hera feel? No right?! Because he doesn’t care at all!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;Micky: You’re wrong! Zeus was sorry for what he did! He can’t sleep and eat, thinking of Hera.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt;Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;: Really?! Oh c’mon!! You’re making me laugh Yoochun! If Zeus was really sorry for what he did, he would be consistent in apologizing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;[Yunho stood up]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;Yunho: Wait!! Why don’t you just say it straightly?! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;All: Ayee!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;[Their professor grinned]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;Prof: You make take your seats.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; and Micky took their seats. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; blushed while Micky scratched his head.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;Prof: Enough with the argument. Let’s call it a day. We shall continue it tomorrow. Goodbye and thank you class.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;All: (Stood up) Goodbye and thank you Mr. Park.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;[All of the students left except for Micky and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;. She was fixing her things then she took her bag and walked towards the door. Micky ran and grabbed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;’ hand.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;Micky: I need to talk to you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt;Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;: We don’t have anything to talk about.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;Micky: Please listen to me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt;Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;: Let me go! You’re hurting me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;[Micky pulled her to him. He embraced &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt;Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;: Yoochun!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;Micky: I’m sorry &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. (Caressing her hair) I shouldn’t have done it. I shouldn’t have kissed her back. I shouldn’t have said yes to her. I’m really sorry.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; sniffed. Her tears roll down to Micky’s shoulder.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;Micky: Are you crying? &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt;Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;: Ani *sob* (Burrowed her face to Micky’s chest)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;Micky: (Kiss &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;’ forehead) I want you to tell me the words you wrote on the letter you gave me…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt;Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;: I… I… love…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;[Micky didn’t wait for her to finish. He kissed her lips. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;’ eyes widened. She slowly closed her eyes as she responded to Micky’s kiss.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;*After kissing…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt;Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;: So… what now? You’re forgiven.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;Micky: Mm? Does it mean that I can be your man?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt;Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;: (Blushed and looked down) Erm…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;Micky: Erm?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt;Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;: Yah~! You kissed Amanda first than me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;Micky: (Laughed and pinched her cheeks) Anio! I kissed you when you’re sleeping in the hospital.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt;Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;: Agh! Yoochun-ah!! (Blushed)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; remembered her dream in the Hospital. It was Micky who kissed her in her dreams. She can’t believe it was really true.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;Micky: I love you… I really do. You helped me to forget my past. Don’t leave me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt;Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;: (Touching his face) I’ll never leave you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;Micky: Thank you for entering my life… You said that I should wait for the right girl to come. Well, she’s finally here, standing in front of me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;[Micky embraced &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt;Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;: Omo~! I forgot. We still have our next class. We’re going to be late. I don’t want to be late again!&lt;o:p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;[Micky grabbed her right hand then they both ran.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2096909895189497911-3335328935370226293?l=mistlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3335328935370226293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2096909895189497911&amp;postID=3335328935370226293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/3335328935370226293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/3335328935370226293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/chapter-42-stupid-cupid.html' title='Chapter 42: Stupid Cupid'/><author><name>Merliam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17059086332590656529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SaptDlUXEcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/B4SwgcCrJ-s/s72-c/Chap42.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096909895189497911.post-7300449376597424663</id><published>2009-03-01T18:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T19:04:15.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 41: Kiss and Tell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SapqnrqFI1I/AAAAAAAAAFk/UTjfzEC3dxA/s1600-h/Chap41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*The next day, Yuki went back to school. She was early in school and she’s already sitting on her desk when her friends saw her. They entered the classroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Lovely: Yuki!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Yuki looked up and smiled]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;[Lovely hugged Yuki from behind.]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Yunho: Yuki! You have eyebgs. Have you been crying?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Yuki: (Touched her cheeks) Omo~! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Everybody laughed]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Xiah: Yuki-chan, you’re back. (Weak smile)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*SILENCE*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;[Yuki went back to writing.]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Rose: So…what are you doing?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Yuki: Activities… to make up on what I missed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Jen: Oh! You have a lot to do.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Yuki: I know, this Algebra is making me crazy!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Max: Don’t worry! I’ll teach you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Hero: Right.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Everybody laughed]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Yuki: I miss you guys.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Micky: Even Xiah?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*SILENCE*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Yuki: Uhm…how are you and Paris?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Micky looked down]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Yuki: I see.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Hero: Maybe we should leave Yuki now. She has a lot of stuff to do to catch up.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Jen: I agree.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Everybody said their goodbyes. Xiah went to the gym to play soccer. Xiah played with the ball and kicked it to the net.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Candice: Goal!! (Shouted)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Xiah smiled]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Candice: My turn!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Candice kicked the ball and Xiah guarded the net. Candice played with the ball and kicked it straight to the net.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Candice: Goal!! (Laugh) Got ya!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Xiah: (Smile) You got me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Candice sat at the middle of the gym. Xiah threw th ball lightly to Candice and sat beside her.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Xiah: Whew! You’re good.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Candice: Thank you, you too. By the way, how have you been? You know…since…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Xiah: Uhm…I’m fine, you?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Candice: Not that good.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Xiah: How come?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Candice: It’s not the same without my unnie.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Xiah: Uhm. (Nodded)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Candice: You know I can’t forget about…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Xiah: (Interrupted) Me too, I still think about her.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Candice: Ah no, I mean…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Xiah: Huh?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Candice: What happened between us.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Xiah: Oh…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*FLASHBACK*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Xiah’s hand was covered on his face.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Xiah: Why?!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*It was Younha’s wake. He was at the garden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Xiah: Younha… I loved you more than anything else in the world. Why’d you leave me? I miss your kisses.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Candice: Oppa… (Rubbed Xiah’s back &amp;amp; laid her head to his back)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*They were sitting inside the nipa hut. Xiah looked at Candice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Candice: I miss her too, Oppa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Xiah: I just realized now that you looked very much like your unnie.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Candice: Maybe it’s because you don’t pay much attention to me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Xiah: Then I’ll pay attention to you now.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Xiah leaned closer to kiss Candice.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Candice: Oppa… *moan*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;------[NC-17]------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Xiah kissed Candice’s neck and removed her blouse. He went on kissing Candice downward. She wanted to fight back but she liked what was happening. They stripped their clothes until they were fully naked. All happened so fast and everything was a blur.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*The Next Morning…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Candice: (Woke up then yawned) Oppa… (Hugged Xiah)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Xiah: Candice, I’m sorry. I just… I don’t know what got into me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Candice: It’s okay Oppa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Xiah: No it’s not. It’s not supposed to happen. It’s…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Candice: Oppa…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Xiah: It’s betrayal.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;*SILENCE*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Xiah: We should stop this. I’m sorry.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Candice turned away and cried silently.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*BACK TO PRESENT*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Candice: Junsu! Junsu! Oppa~!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Xiah: (Shook his head) Huh?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Candice: You seem lost in your thoughts.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Xiah: Oh…I just remembered something. (Blush)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Candice: Oh… (Blushed too.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Candice got the idea that Xiah remembered what happened to them. There was silence for a moment.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Candice: Hey, have you eaten?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Xiah: Ani, I was in a hurry. I thought I was late already.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Candice: You want to eat? My treat!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Xiah: Sure!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*At the Canteen, Xiah and Candice took a seat near the entrance and ate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Xiah: So, how come you’re friends with Emily’s group?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Candice: Why? Is there something with that?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Xiah: No, nothing… I mean, they don’t seem like you. You were simple and they have beem recently included in several scandals now… involving my friends.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Candice: Oh… they’re not like what you think they are.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[There was silence and then Yuki entered the cafeteria. Candice sat beside Xiah and kept flirting with him. She would play wit Xiah’s hair and groom him. She was trying to feed Xiah when Yuki approached them.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Yuki: Junsu-ah!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Xiah: Yuki-chan.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Yuki grabbed Xiah’s left arm and dragged him to her table.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Xiah: Yuki-chan, what are you doing? Dragging me from there to here. Aish!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Yuki: Aish! Why are you mad at me? You’re the one who’s flirting with another girl when you already have a girlfriend.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Xiah smirked]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Yuki: What?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Xiah: Nothing. (Smile)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[They both sat.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Xiah: (Put his arm around Yuki’s waist) Did you miss me? (Grin)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Yuki glared.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Xiah: (Laugh) I bet you missed me… I know you did. (Smile)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yuki smiled]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Xiah: Yah~! She missed me! (Kissed Yuki’s cheek)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Yuki: (Leaned on Xiah) Of course I missed you! (Smile)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Candice approached their table…]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Candice: How about me oppa?!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Yuki: (Stood up) What are you supposed to be? It was just a fling Candice. Don’t act like you two are dating!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Candice: Stay off this Yuki. It’s none of your business.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Yuki: It is my business because you’re flirting with my boyfriend! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Xiah: Okaaaay…. (Stepped between the 2 girls and faced Candice) Look Candice, I’m glad I bumped into you but it doesn’t mean we’re gonna pick up where we left…I have a new life now and that includes Yuki. She’s special to me so please just stop…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Xiah gathered Yuki’s things and left with her… Candice just stood and didn’t move a bit. Then tears started rolling down her face.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2096909895189497911-7300449376597424663?l=mistlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7300449376597424663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2096909895189497911&amp;postID=7300449376597424663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/7300449376597424663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/7300449376597424663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/chapter-41-kiss-and-tell.html' title='Chapter 41: Kiss and Tell'/><author><name>Merliam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17059086332590656529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SapqnrqFI1I/AAAAAAAAAFk/UTjfzEC3dxA/s72-c/Chap41.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096909895189497911.post-7910643171466138101</id><published>2009-03-01T18:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T18:53:29.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 40: Break Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SapoiWwT_OI/AAAAAAAAAFc/cQFrkAEkYVM/s1600-h/Chap40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SapoiWwT_OI/AAAAAAAAAFc/cQFrkAEkYVM/s320/Chap40.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308170050242608354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Paris found herself crying inside the cubicle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris: (Sob) I hate you Park Yoochun… I hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Meanwhile, Micky was looking for Paris everywhere.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micky: So-hee, did you see where Paris went?&lt;br /&gt;So-hee: Ani… (Shook her head)&lt;br /&gt;Micky: Okay, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Micky kept on looking]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micky: Hyung-jun ah, did you see Paris?&lt;br /&gt;Hyung-jun: Neh~! She went inside the restroom. (Pointing to the restroom) She’s crying.&lt;br /&gt;Micky: Really? Araso. Kamsahamnida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Micky went to the girls’ restroom &amp;amp; knocked.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micky: Paris, I know that you’re there. Paris! Let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;Paris: Leave me alone. I’ve seen it! (Sob)&lt;br /&gt;Micky: She’s the one who kissed me first.&lt;br /&gt;Paris: Why did you kiss her back?! (Sob)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*SILENCE*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Yuki was on her way to the restroom. Micky ran to her.]&lt;br /&gt;Micky: Yuki, talk to Paris. Please…&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Why? What happened? (Bewildered)&lt;br /&gt;Micky: Please… please… I’m begging you.&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Fine… Let me go first. How am I supposed to go inside if you’re holding me?&lt;br /&gt;Micky: Oh! Ye. Right. Mianhe. (Let go of Yuki)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Yuki went inside the restroom]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Paris? You can go out now. Yoochun left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Paris went out and wiped her tears.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Look at you. Your eyes were swollen. Tell me what happened.&lt;br /&gt;Paris: I was… *sob* looking for Yoochun. I wanted to confess my love for him *sob* …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Yuki’s mind was on Younha. She was unattentive.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris: I saw him kissing Amanda. They were so passionate. I wanted to stab her. Gaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Yuki was staring blankly, thinking of Junsu’s ex.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris: Yuki! Yuki!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Paris snapped her fingers]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Huh? What?&lt;br /&gt;Paris: You’re not listening, are you?&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Mianhe… I was just thinking about something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*BELL RINGS*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris: Oh. I’ll leave you first. I have a class. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Paris left]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Yuki was facing the mirror; she looked at her reflection for a long time.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Do I really look like her? (Touching her face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Yuki frowned and splashed water on the mirror.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Yuki went out and saw Xiah waiting for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Yuki-chan… I can’t take it any longer…&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Take what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;------------------ [NC-17] --------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Xiah grabbed her waist and pulled her face towards him. He started kissing her then he pushed Yuki to the locker.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: (Still kissing) We have a class… Junsu…&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: (Still kissing) I don’t care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Yuki grabbed Xiah’s shirt and pulled him inside the Janitor’s closet. Xiah unbuttoned Yuki’s blouse and breathed heavily then Yuki removed Xiah’s shirt…]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: (Still kissing) Kim Junsu *moan*&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: *moan* Younha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Yuki pushed Xiah then slapped him.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: How could you?! (Teary eyed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Yuki opened the door and ran.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Meanwhile, Lovely was walking towards her locker when she saw Yuki. Lovely grabbed Yuki’s hand.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Yuki, what happened to you? Your hair‘s in a mess. Your blouse is unbuttoned. Are you raped?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Yuki wiped her lips and stare at Lovely.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Nothing…nothing… Let me go Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Lovely let go of her then Yuki ran.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: What happened? (Thinking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Xiah went out the closet and put on his shirt.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Omo~! Junsu! (Shocked and remembered Yuki)&lt;br /&gt;Junsu: You saw Yuki?&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Ani…Ani…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Junsu punched the locker and left.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: (Puzzled look) Something’s wrong…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*1 week later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Yuki was absent for 5 days. Xiah was worried as well as Lovely.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Junsu…&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Neh?&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: What did you do to Yuki?&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: I saw her that day. Her blouse is unbuttoned.&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Mind your own business Lovely. (Look at Lovely harshly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Yunho interrupted.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Hey. (Tap Xiah) Don’t be like that to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Xiah stood up and left.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Hon, are you okay?&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Neh. I’m okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Yunho embraced her tightly then they went back to their sits.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Xiah went to his car and drove fast to Yuki’s house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;**At Yuki’s hous&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Obasan, can I see Yuki? I need to talk to her. Please.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Fokuda: Junsu-kun, what happened to you and my daughter?&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: We had some misunderstandings, Obasan.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Fokuda: Go to her room. Try to fix it before it’s too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Xiah went upstairs &amp;amp; knocked.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Yuki!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Yuki heard him then covered her ears using her pillow.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: I don’t mean to say that… Yuki-chan! Believe me! (Knocked twice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Yuki stood up and was about to open the door then images of what happened in the closet flashed in her mind. Yuki blushed and smiled. But Junsu’s voice saying Younha kept on repeating in her mind. So she stopped herself.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Give me a break. I don’t want to see your face.&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Yuki-chan…&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Please go. (Controlling her tears)&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: I respect your decision. Just go back to school. You missed a lot of lessons &amp;amp;… I MISS YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Xiah turned around and went downstairs slowly. Yuki opened her door. She saw Xiah going out from the house.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: *whispering* I’m different from her Junsu. If only you could see…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2096909895189497911-7910643171466138101?l=mistlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7910643171466138101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2096909895189497911&amp;postID=7910643171466138101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/7910643171466138101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/7910643171466138101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/chapter-40-break-away.html' title='Chapter 40: Break Away'/><author><name>Merliam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17059086332590656529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SapoiWwT_OI/AAAAAAAAAFc/cQFrkAEkYVM/s72-c/Chap40.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096909895189497911.post-3061969761369818860</id><published>2009-03-01T18:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T18:45:14.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 39: Kiss of Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/Saplgf7R5uI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Ia7R-C2SiaA/s1600-h/Chap39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Lovely gave Micky a very meaningful look and grinned.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Micky: What? I was just asking. Look, she’s the only one who’s not in your group.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Lovely: Right.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Rose: (laugh) She’s decorating the bulletin board. (Smiled)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Micky: Oh, okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;*At the Bulletin board.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;**Micky covered &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;’ eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Paris: Omo~! Who’s this?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*SILENCE*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Paris: Aish~! Who’s this?!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Micky: Don’t get mad! (Laugh)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Paris: Yoochun! (Laugh)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Micky: (smile) Have you eaten?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Paris: Ani, I’m hungry. (Pouting her lips)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Micky: Look what I got for you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Paris: Goodie! You’re so thoughtful, Chunnie.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[They sat on the floor.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Paris: Hmm… the food’s deleicious!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Micky smiled]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Paris: (eating) Don’t look at me. I can’t eat properly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Micky: Can’t you atleast let me look at you since I’m the one who brought your food?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Micky brushed Paris’ cheeks, near her mouth]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Paris: Yah~! It’s not my fault you brought me food. If you’re gonna blame me for that then you shouldn’t have given me this. (Look away) Why are you here in the first place?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Micky: I just brought you food. (Stood up &amp;amp; left)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Paris: Yoochun! (Stood up)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;*In the classroom&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;**Micky arrived early in his class so he was still alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Micky: Aish~! She didn’t even appreciate my effort. She got mad because I was staring at her. Aish~! So immature.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Amanda: Ahem~!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Micky: (Looked at Amanda) Omo! I thought I was alone. (Sexy Laugh)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Amanda: (Smile) You were… but… then I came…so…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Micky: (Smile) Right. (Laugh)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Amanda smiled &amp;amp; sat on the chair beside Micky.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Micky: Amanda right?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Amanda: Neh~! Yoochun right?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Micky: Ye. You know me?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Amanda: Who doesn’t?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You’re a member of Dong Bang Bul Pae right? The most powerful &amp;amp; prettiest boys in the campus&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Micky: Wow! You know a lot.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Amanda: (Laugh) I hear stuff.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*SILENCE*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Micky &amp;amp; Amanda: So…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Micky &amp;amp; Amanda: You first…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[They both laugh]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Micky: I’ll go first. (Smile) You’re a new student?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Amanda: Ye. (Smile)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Micky: So what were you saying?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Amanda: Ah… About what you were saying earlier…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Micky: Oh, that was nothing. Just an LQ (LQ= Lovers’ Quarrel).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Amanda: Oh, you have a girlfriend?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Micky: Ah, no. no. Maybe…uhmm… MU? (MU= Mutual Understanding)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Amanda: Oh. (Sounded disappointed)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Micky: (Noticed Amanda’s disappointment) But… you know… we’re… we’re just friends &amp;amp; I still… you know… date… sometimes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Amanda: Really? (Lightened up)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Micky: Ye.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Amanda: So you’re open for relationships, huh?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Micky: Um… sort of… (Smile)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Amanda: I see…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Micky: Hmm… you looked disappointed earlier.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Amanda: Me? (Laugh) Kind of.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Micky: Really? Why?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Amanda: Well, I was kind of hoping to bond with you when I saw you alone. Because I usually see you with the crowd but then it turns out you already have…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Micky: Well, let me make it up to you…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Amanda: How about a date?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Micky: Sounds good.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Amanda: 12:00 tomorrow at the garden, okay?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;[Then everyone arrived so Amanda went back to her proper seat.]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;[The next morning… at lunch…]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Paris went to the boy’s table &amp;amp; sat beside Yoochun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Paris: Chunnie…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;[Micky was eating]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Paris: Chunnie… (Put her forehead on Micky’s left shoulder) Chunnie…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Micky: Hmm?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Paris: Are you mad? (Her chin is on Micky’s shoulder. Their faces were almost touching.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Micky: For what?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Paris: (Looked down) You know why. (Leaned on Micky’s shoulder) Mianhe… (Pout)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Micky: (Smile) It’s okay, you know I don’t keep grudges.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Paris: (Smile) Friends?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Micky: (Smile) You look like a kid.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[She grabbed Micky’s fork and ate Micky’s food.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Paris: Thanks. (Immediately stood up and walked away)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;[Micky laughed. Paris went back and kissed Micky on his cheek, laughed &amp;amp; ran away.]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;*After eating…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Micky &amp;amp; the rest were inside their room, chatting.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Paris: Chunnie…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Micky: Hmm? (Stood up)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Paris: Uhm… &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Micky: I gotta go… I have to meet someone. Annyeong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;*At the garden, 12:15 p.m.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;[Amanda was lying on the grass with her eyes closed.]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Micky picked a flower and laid beside Amanda with his head resting on his hand and his elbow on the grass.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Micky: Hi, waiting for someone? (Smile)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;[Amanda sat up immediately]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Amanda: Omo~! Yoochun, you scared me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Micky: (Sat up) Did i? (Laugh) Mianhe…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Amanda: it’s okay. (Smile)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Micky: Sorry if I’m late. Here… (Handed the flower)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Amanda: Aww… that’s so sweet Chunnie…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Micky: Chunnie?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Amanda: I’ll call you Chunnie from now on, araso?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Micky nodded]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Amanda: Look, I brought food.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Micky: Oh… “But I just ate” (Micky thought)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Amanda: Here… I made the pasta myself. It’s a family recipe… My mother is an Italian. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Micky tried to eat the pasta even though he was full already. He took his last bite &amp;amp; felt like vomiting.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Amanda: Chunnie, are you okay? You look pale. Omo! You’re sweating. You want to go to the clinic?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Micky: I need to go to the restroom. Excuse me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[He stood up &amp;amp; ran.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Amanda: (frowned) The pasta tastes good. I wonder what happened.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*After a few minutes, Micky came &amp;amp; all the food and utensils are back inside the basket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Amanda: Are you okay?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Micky: I am.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;[Amanda nodded &amp;amp; looked away]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Micky: Aigoo~! Are you mad? (Sat beside Amanda)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Amanda: Ani… I’m worried about you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Micky: Sorry… the pasta tastes good. I just… I ate earlier &amp;amp; got so full. (Blushing)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Amanda: (Laugh) Why didn’t you say so?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Micky: I… (Laugh)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Amanda: (Laugh) Chunnie… you’re the sweetest guy…ever.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;color:red;"  &gt;------------------ [NC-17] --------------------&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Amanda leaned closer to Micky &amp;amp; Micky did the same. Amanda kissed him &amp;amp; Micky kissed back. He thought of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;’ while kissing Amanda so he stopped but Amanda kept on kissing him. He felt Amanda’s tongue inside his mouth so he finally gave in. Amanda laid over Micky, still kissing him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;: Yoochun-ah!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Micky looked at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. She approached Micky and threw the boquet of flowers to his face then ran away.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Micky: &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Micky saw a letter inside the boquet of flowers and read it.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Chunnie, today’s the day when we first met. I’m so happy I met you. Don’t ever leave me. Saranghe^^&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                                                                                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Amanda: Chunnie… (Put her hand on Micky’s chest)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Micky: Sorry Amanda… I gotta go.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*He grabbed the flowers &amp;amp; followed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2096909895189497911-3061969761369818860?l=mistlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3061969761369818860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2096909895189497911&amp;postID=3061969761369818860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/3061969761369818860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/3061969761369818860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/chapter-39-kiss-of-death.html' title='Chapter 39: Kiss of Death'/><author><name>Merliam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17059086332590656529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/Saplgf7R5uI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Ia7R-C2SiaA/s72-c/Chap39.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096909895189497911.post-957728989112957616</id><published>2009-02-12T20:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T23:45:40.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 38:Rainy Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SZQZs7hz5gI/AAAAAAAAAFE/BkiVwR7upoE/s1600-h/Chap38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301890921006360066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SZQZs7hz5gI/AAAAAAAAAFE/BkiVwR7upoE/s320/Chap38.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Xiah went to a store then hurriedly drove to Yuki’s house.&lt;br /&gt;**DOOR BELL RINGING**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Fokuda: Who is it? &lt;em&gt;*Shouting* (Opening the door)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Obasan, I’m Junsu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[The door was now opened.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Fokuda: Pardon?&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: I’m Junsu, Yuki’s classmate.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Fokuda: Oh! So you’re the guy my daughter was telling me. Come in…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Went to the gate &amp;amp; opened it.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Xiah: Thank you obasan. Where’s Yuki? &lt;em&gt;(While walking)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*INSIDE THE HOUSE*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Mrs. Fokuda: She’s upstairs. You can go up and see her. &lt;em&gt;(Approving look)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Xiah: Thank you obasan.&lt;em&gt; (Bowed and left)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Xiah went upstairs to see his Yuki-chan.&lt;br /&gt;*KNOCKED TWICE*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Yuki-chan, may I come in?&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: &lt;em&gt;*surprised*&lt;/em&gt; Omo~! I’m not prepared &lt;em&gt;*low voice*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Went in front of the mirror &amp;amp; gussied up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yuki opened the door.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Hi.&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Junsu-kun! What brings you here? &lt;em&gt;(Coughing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Xiah: Are you okay? (Worried look) You look pale.&lt;em&gt; (Touching Yuki’s forehead)&lt;/em&gt; I heard that you’re sick so I went directly to see you. Here… &lt;em&gt;(Give the bouquet of flowers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Yuki: For me?&lt;em&gt; (Wide eyes)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Ye. You’re the only girl here, Yuki-chan.&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Ya, right&lt;em&gt;. (Accepted the flowers)&lt;/em&gt; Come in…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Xiah entered the room. Yuki put the flowers on a vase then lay down on the bed while Xiah laid &amp;amp; rested his head on the head board.]&lt;br /&gt;*SILENCE*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Xiah: Yuki… &lt;em&gt;(Serious)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Yuki: Yes?&lt;em&gt; (Nervous a bit)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Do you remember the day I promised to sing a song for you?&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Yes… I’ll never forget your promise to me. Why?&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Nothing. &lt;em&gt;(Stood up)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Xiah kneeled down in front of Yuki.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuki:&lt;em&gt; (shocked)&lt;/em&gt; What are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Yuki…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yuki stared at him.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Xiah: &lt;em&gt;(Cleared his throat.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Rain in my heart..&lt;br /&gt;Mou yamanai namida wa TONIGHT&lt;br /&gt;Kimi ga saigo ni&lt;br /&gt;nokoshita&lt;br /&gt;Hakanai wasuremono no you ni&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimi no&lt;br /&gt;inai sekai wa yami ni furuete&lt;br /&gt;Nee~ subete yume nara ii no ni&lt;br /&gt;Aitakute ohh&lt;br /&gt;MY GIRL&lt;br /&gt;Aenai wake wa kimi no sayonara wo&lt;br /&gt;Kikitaku nakatta kara&lt;br /&gt;BABY I&lt;br /&gt;STILL LOVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mou nakanaide itsumo YOU'RE CRYIN' BABY&lt;br /&gt;Sonna&lt;br /&gt;tokoro mo SO SWEET&lt;br /&gt;Ima wa boku janai dareka ga Yeh&lt;br /&gt;Namida wo&lt;br /&gt;nugutterundane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dakedo kimi ga suki da yo wasurerarenai&lt;br /&gt;Omoide no&lt;br /&gt;naka dake ikiteru&lt;br /&gt;Kono omoi FOREVER dakishimeta hi no&lt;br /&gt;Kimi no kaori zutto&lt;br /&gt;karada wo hanarenakute&lt;br /&gt;BABY I STILL LOVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;[Yuki was teary&lt;br /&gt;eyed. Xiah was holding her hands.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazusenai mune no KUROSU ni&lt;br /&gt;kizanda sono namae&lt;br /&gt;Baby you're my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimi no inai sekai wa&lt;br /&gt;yami ni furuete&lt;br /&gt;Nee.. subete yume nara ii no ni&lt;br /&gt;Aitakute OH MY&lt;br /&gt;GIRL&lt;br /&gt;Aenai wake wa kimi no sayonara wo&lt;br /&gt;Kikitaku nakatta&lt;br /&gt;kara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ima mo kimi ga suki da yo&lt;br /&gt;BABY I STILL LOVE&lt;br /&gt;YOU&lt;br /&gt;Wasurerarenai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omoide no naka dake ikiteru&lt;br /&gt;Kono omoi&lt;br /&gt;FOREVER&lt;br /&gt;Yamanai ame ga boku no kokoro dake&lt;br /&gt;Kagirinaku nurashite mo&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;CAN'T SAY "GOODBYE" CAUSE I LOVE&lt;br /&gt;YOU&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;TRANSLATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain&lt;br /&gt;in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;The tears won't stop, tonight&lt;br /&gt;In the end, you left me behind,&lt;br /&gt;like something temporarily forgotten...&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* This world&lt;br /&gt;without you trembles in the dark&lt;br /&gt;It'd be nice if this was all just a&lt;br /&gt;dream&lt;br /&gt;Though I want to see you, oh my girl&lt;br /&gt;The reason I can't meet&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;Is because I don't want to hear your goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I still&lt;br /&gt;love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry anymore,&lt;br /&gt;You're always being a crybaby&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;even that part of you is so sweet&lt;br /&gt;Now someone else, not me,&lt;br /&gt;Is wiping away&lt;br /&gt;your tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love you, you're unforgettable&lt;br /&gt;Alive only in my&lt;br /&gt;memories,&lt;br /&gt;This feeling is forever&lt;br /&gt;Your scent from that day we embraced&lt;br /&gt;will never leave my body&lt;br /&gt;Baby I still love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take it&lt;br /&gt;off, this cross on my chest with your name engraved on it&lt;br /&gt;Baby you're my&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Repeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even now, I love you&lt;br /&gt;(Baby I still&lt;br /&gt;love you)&lt;br /&gt;You're unforgettable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just living in&lt;br /&gt;memories&lt;br /&gt;This feeling will last forever&lt;br /&gt;Even if ceaseless rain falls on my&lt;br /&gt;heart alone,&lt;br /&gt;Eternally drenching it&lt;br /&gt;I can't say "goodbye" cause I love&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;[NOTE: Listen to the song while reading. You can play it in our playlist. Arigatou.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Aigoo~! Junsu… thank you for fulfilling your promise. Arigatou. &lt;em&gt;(Bow her head)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Xiah lifted Yuki’s head then leaned closer &amp;amp; was about to kiss her but Yuki put her hand, palm side up, to her mouth.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yuki: &lt;em&gt;(mumbling)&lt;/em&gt; Don’t! You’ll catch my cold.&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: It’s okay. If that’s the only way I can finally express my feelings for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♫Now playing “I feel for you” by Kyla (Can be found at our playlist) ♫&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Xiah took Yuki’s hand from her lips, gazed at each other for a minute then finally kissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Xiah:&lt;em&gt; (while kissing, Xiah spoke…) &lt;/em&gt;Aishiteru…&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: &lt;em&gt;(still kissing, she smiled &amp;amp; spoke…)&lt;/em&gt; Saranghae…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[After kissing, they laid on the bed. Yuki leaned on Xiah’s shoulder while her hand was in Xiah’s chest. Xiah was caressing her arm.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yuki: I’ve waited so long for this day…&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: I’m sorry to keep you waiting. Before, I told you I’m not yet ready. I even said that I wouldn’t love a girl like you but I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: It’s worth it, right? Those times I’ve waited.&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Ne. That’s why I fell in love with you. You’re so determined. I really admired you back then…&lt;em&gt; (Reminiscing)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: &lt;em&gt;(kissed Xiah on his cheeks) &lt;/em&gt;You can’t resist me. &lt;em&gt;(Giggled)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Xiah: You’re irresistible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Xiah put his elbow beside Yuki’s head then leaned closer.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: You’re so perfect just like me. (&lt;em&gt;Laugh)&lt;/em&gt; We’re meant for each other.&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Omo~! Kim Junsu! I can’t believe my boyfriend is a narcissistic.&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Boyfriend?! &lt;em&gt;(Surprised)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Yuki: Why? You don’t like it? Fine! I still have many suitors.&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: No! No! No! I just confirmed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yuki laughed]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Xiah: You’re mine now, araso? No more suitors.&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Hai! You own me. Oh! You too. No more bar hopping, no more girls, no flirting, araso? &lt;em&gt;(Enumerating using her hand)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Ne. I’ll be a loyal boyfriend to Yuki-chan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yuki giggled then Xiah kissed her passionately.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*The next day…&lt;br /&gt;**The girls were having their lunch at the cafeteria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Lovely: I’m so stressed because of those girls.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Ye. They’ve gone too far. Sorry girls especially to you, Jen. This is my entire fault. &lt;em&gt;(Sad look)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Ani. It’s okay. Our relationship became strong. He promised to stay with me with the rest of his life.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Really? Good for you &amp;amp; Changmin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Jen smiled]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Yuki entered the cafeteria with Xiah while holding hands. Xiah was carrying her bag and books. Everybody stared at them.&lt;br /&gt;**At Lovely’s table, Yuki took her sit.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Eat your lunch, araso?&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Ne, same with you. Give me my bag &amp;amp; books. Arigatou Gozaimasu. &lt;em&gt;(Sweet smile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Xiah: I’ll go now.&lt;em&gt; (Leaned to Yuki &amp;amp; kissed her lips.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Lovely &amp;amp; the rest were shock.]&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Girls, why are you all surprised?&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Are you… &lt;em&gt;(Paused)&lt;/em&gt; dating?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yuki smiled.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Rose: Oh…my…gosh! How?! When?! Spill it.&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: I was absent yesterday, right?&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Ye… Ye… Say it. Quick!&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Junsu went to my house. He gave me flowers &amp;amp; I was surprised when he fulfilled his promise. He sang his own composition &amp;amp; take note it was a Japanese song.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Really? So how did he confess?&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: He kissed me &amp;amp; told me that he loves me while we’re kissing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[All of them screamed.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2096909895189497911-957728989112957616?l=mistlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/feeds/957728989112957616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2096909895189497911&amp;postID=957728989112957616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/957728989112957616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/957728989112957616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/chapter-38rainy-night.html' title='Chapter 38:Rainy Night'/><author><name>Merliam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17059086332590656529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SZQZs7hz5gI/AAAAAAAAAFE/BkiVwR7upoE/s72-c/Chap38.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096909895189497911.post-5663038495292159128</id><published>2009-02-08T20:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T21:13:09.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 37: No Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SY7Y1eQUsmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j69h3i2ngy4/s1600-h/Chap37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300412224627847778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SY7Y1eQUsmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j69h3i2ngy4/s320/Chap37.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Micky woke up &amp;amp; it was 9:00 a.m. already.&lt;br /&gt;[Micky layed Paris down the sofa and covered her with his jacket.]&lt;br /&gt;*The nurse came in to check Jen &amp;amp; left the door open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Nurse: Good morning.&lt;br /&gt;Micky: &lt;em&gt;(smiling)&lt;/em&gt; Good morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Micky caught a glimpse of a man being rushed in a stretcher that kind of looked like Max.]&lt;br /&gt;*He ran outside to look at the man. The man he saw was covered with blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Micky: &lt;em&gt;(got nervous)&lt;/em&gt; Was that Changmin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[He got his phone and called Hero.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hero: Yoboseyo?&lt;br /&gt;Micky: Jaejoong, where is Changmin?&lt;br /&gt;Hero: At home of course, why?&lt;br /&gt;Micky: Are you sure?&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Micky: I thought I saw him at the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Really? I’ll call him.&lt;br /&gt;Micky: Okay. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*After a few minutes…&lt;br /&gt;[Micky answered his phone.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Yoochun, Changmin was rushed to the hospital. He cut his wrists.&lt;br /&gt;Micky: I knew it! Okay. I’ll check up on him.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Okay. I’ll be right there.&lt;br /&gt;Micky: Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Paris woke up &amp;amp; Micky helped her to get up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris: What’s wrong with Changmin?&lt;br /&gt;Micky: He’s here in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;Paris: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Micky: He cut his wrists.&lt;br /&gt;Paris: Omo! &lt;em&gt;(Covered her mouth, in state of shock)&lt;/em&gt; Let’s check on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;In Max’s room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paris: Oppa… (&lt;em&gt;Sympathetic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Max smiled]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Micky: Changmin, how are you?&lt;br /&gt;Max: I’m fine.&lt;br /&gt;Paris: Changmin, what were you thinking? &lt;em&gt;(tapped Max’s arms)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Max: Aw! &lt;em&gt;(Changmin’s wound hurt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Paris: Omo! Mianhe…&lt;br /&gt;Max: &lt;em&gt;(Smiled) &lt;/em&gt;It’s okay…&lt;br /&gt;Paris: Do you think Jen will be happy that you did that?&lt;br /&gt;Max: She’s mad at me.&lt;em&gt; (Looked away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Paris: But she still loves you.&lt;br /&gt;Max: &lt;em&gt;(sighs)&lt;/em&gt; How is she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Paris and Micky looked at each other.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micky: Uhm…&lt;br /&gt;Max: Why? Did something happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*SILENCE*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max: Hyung!&lt;br /&gt;Micky: She’s in the next room.&lt;br /&gt;Max: &lt;em&gt;(sat up quickly)&lt;/em&gt; Aw!&lt;br /&gt;Paris: Oppa! Don’t sit up like that. &lt;em&gt;(Held Max)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max: What happened?&lt;br /&gt;Paris: She was overdosed by sleeping pills.&lt;br /&gt;Max: Fool! What was she thinking?!&lt;br /&gt;Micky: &lt;em&gt;(Laugh) &lt;/em&gt;What were you thinking?!&lt;br /&gt;Max: &lt;em&gt;(Smile)&lt;/em&gt; Is she okay?&lt;br /&gt;Paris: Ye, she’s still sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;Max: I want to see her.&lt;br /&gt;Paris: But your wound is still fresh.&lt;br /&gt;Max: I’m fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[The three of them went to Jen’s room.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Max: Jen…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Max sat beside Jen &amp;amp; put her head on his lap. He brushed away Jen’s air from her face.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Max: I’m sorry. &lt;em&gt;(Kissed Jen’s forehead)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Jen moved slightly &amp;amp; twisted to face Max &amp;amp; put her hand on his lap]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jen: &lt;em&gt;(mumbled)&lt;/em&gt; Oppa…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Max smiled]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micky: &lt;em&gt;*whispering*&lt;/em&gt; Paris, we should leave them for awhile. &lt;em&gt;(Holding Paris’ arm)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Paris nodded. They left the room.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Eventually Max fell asleep &amp;amp; when Jen woke up, she was on Max’s lap&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Changmin…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[She sat up, leaned on Max’s chest &amp;amp; put her hands to his hips]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Max: &lt;em&gt;(woke up)&lt;/em&gt; Jen! &lt;em&gt;(Surprised&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Jen smiled &amp;amp; buried her face to Changmin’s chest.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max: (&lt;em&gt;Smiled)&lt;/em&gt; Am I forgiven already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Jen looked at Max]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max: The pictures aren’t true. They set me up.&lt;br /&gt;Jen:&lt;em&gt; (Laugh)&lt;/em&gt; I know. I’ve realized that already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♫Playing No Break by Lena Park ft. Crown J * last chorus.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Max: Good, then we can now…&lt;em&gt; (Slowly leaned on to Jen &amp;amp; kissed her) *smiled*&lt;/em&gt; I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: I miss you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*After a week, Jen &amp;amp; Max were able to go to school already.]&lt;br /&gt;[At the locker, Jen was getting her books…]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Lovely: Oh… look who’s coming… &lt;em&gt;(Referring to Scarlett &amp;amp; her friends)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Rose: Jen, relax. Don’t mind her. You don’t want to get in trouble, do you?&lt;br /&gt;Jen: &lt;em&gt;(Breathe deeply)&lt;/em&gt; Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[When Scarlett passed by, she looked sharply at Jen &amp;amp; glared. Lovely saw her so she caught Scarlett’s hair. Scarlett lied down the floor because of what Lovely did. Jen sat over Scarlett, slapped her &amp;amp; pulled her hair.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**Everybody crowded them while they were fighting. Suddenly, Max &amp;amp; Hero arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jen: Whore! You can never separate me and my Changmin!&lt;br /&gt;Max: Jen! &lt;em&gt;(Got Jen &amp;amp; put her away from Scarlett.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Hero helped Scarlett to get up. Rose saw what he did so she tapped Hero’s arm &amp;amp; pouted. Hero held Rose’s hand &amp;amp; buried his face into Rose’s. Rose avoided Hero’s face &amp;amp; turned away.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Rose… &lt;em&gt;(Held Rose’s hand &amp;amp; played with it.) I was just being a gentleman…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Rose was still pouting]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Rose… you don’t look beautiful when you’re pouting.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: So I look ugly now?! Aish~!&lt;br /&gt;Hero: No I didn’t mean it that way!&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Argh~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Hero kissed Rose]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Rose was silenced &amp;amp; was shocked. Everybody cheered &amp;amp; teased them. But when Scarlett suddenly threw her bag &amp;amp; ran away, everybody was silenced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Max: &lt;em&gt;(grooming Jen)&lt;/em&gt; Are you okay?&lt;br /&gt;Jen: I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Max kissed her on the cheeks. Jen frowned. ]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max: I’m proud of you. &lt;em&gt;(smile)&lt;/em&gt; You’re tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Jen grinned]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Please stop your mushiness. Where’s Yuki in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Everybody cheered and teased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ALL: Ayeee~!&lt;br /&gt;Paris: She’s at home. She don’t feel good. Maybe she’s sick.&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Really? I gotta go guys. Thanks Paris. &lt;em&gt;(Ran outside)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Xiah hurriedly went inside his car and left.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2096909895189497911-5663038495292159128?l=mistlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5663038495292159128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2096909895189497911&amp;postID=5663038495292159128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/5663038495292159128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/5663038495292159128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/chapter-37-no-break.html' title='Chapter 37: No Break'/><author><name>Merliam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17059086332590656529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SY7Y1eQUsmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j69h3i2ngy4/s72-c/Chap37.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096909895189497911.post-4535646620861972452</id><published>2009-01-31T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T23:14:34.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 36: Sweet Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SYRqsHi1xUI/AAAAAAAAAE0/QqSvQiFGEUo/s1600-h/Chap36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297476367866512706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SYRqsHi1xUI/AAAAAAAAAE0/QqSvQiFGEUo/s320/Chap36.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*The next day, at Paris’ garden, Micky and Paris were playing with Mickey and Miroku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paris: Chunnie, our lives are getting complicated. &lt;em&gt;(Sighs)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micky: Why? &lt;em&gt;(Puzzled)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris: Can’t you see? Emily is messing with us.&lt;br /&gt;Micky: Oh! Ye… but don’t worry Paris. &lt;em&gt;(Feeding Miroku)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Paris stopped what she was doing and frowned.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris: Eh?! What do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;Micky: &lt;em&gt;(Look at Paris’ eyes)&lt;/em&gt; I’ll protect you from Emily.&lt;br /&gt;Paris: Ahh… Chunnie…&lt;em&gt; (Touched)&lt;/em&gt; You will do that for me?&lt;br /&gt;Micky: Ye, I’m serious. I really, really mean it.&lt;br /&gt;Paris: Thank you Chunnie~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Micky messed Paris’ hair]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paris: Yoochun-ah! I spent 2 hours to fix my hair. I hate you!&lt;br /&gt;Micky: I love you too!&lt;br /&gt;Paris: Haha! Very funny.&lt;em&gt; (Sarcastic)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micky: Mianhe &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(*sorry)&lt;/strong&gt; (Smiling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Paris turned around, took her clip from the ground and tried to fix her hair. Suddenly, Micky grabbed it from her.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paris: Ya~! Yoochun-ah! Give it back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Micky raised his right hand then Paris attempted to reach his hand.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micky: Catch me if you can. Bleeh~! &lt;em&gt;(Stick out his tongue)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Micky ran then Paris chased him]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris: Yoochun!!! Remember this day. &lt;em&gt;(Screaming)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Micky: &lt;em&gt;(Still running) &lt;/em&gt;Today is Tuesday at exactly 5:30 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;Paris: Yoochun!! I’m tired of running. Give it back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Paris tripped and was about to roll down the steep edge but Micky caught her arm and roll down with her. Micky was on top of Paris. They stared at each others’ eyes for a minute and were about to kiss when…]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*PHONE RINGING*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Micky sat down and scratched his head]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris:&lt;em&gt; (Sat down)&lt;/em&gt; Yoboseyo? Ye… what?!... really?!&lt;br /&gt;Micky: Why? What happened?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Paris put her index finger on Micky’s lips.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paris: Shush! I’m trying to talk here.&lt;br /&gt;Micky: Mianhe… &lt;em&gt;*low voice*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris: &lt;em&gt;(Nodding)&lt;/em&gt; Ahuh… I got it. We’ll go there as fast as we can. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;Micky: Who’s that? Why do you look so worried? What happened?&lt;br /&gt;Paris: Rose called. Jen was confined in the hospital because she was overdosed.&lt;br /&gt;Micky: What?! Why?! Is it because of Changmin-Scarlett scandal?&lt;br /&gt;Paris: Yes it is. C’mon! Let’s go there now. Quick!&lt;br /&gt;Micky: Araso! Araso!&lt;em&gt; (Stood up)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*At the Hospital, 7:30 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: &lt;em&gt;(Touching Jen’s forehead) &lt;/em&gt;Jen… Jen… &lt;em&gt;(Sobbing)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yunho comforted Lovely by hugging her. Lovely’s face was buried to Yunho’s chest.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yunho: Hon, don’t worry. Jen will make it.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Bear, I don’t want to lose my best friend. We’re friends since we’re young.&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: &lt;em&gt;(Wiping her tears)&lt;/em&gt; You should take a rest now hon. We still have a class tomorrow besides you have a meeting with the School Director.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Ye. I forgot that but who’s going to look after Jen?&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Yoochun and Paris are coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Lovely nodded. After few minutes, Paris and Micky arrived.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Yoochun, I need to take my girl home. We’re going.&lt;br /&gt;Micky: Okay. We’ll take care of Jen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Paris embraced Lovely. Yunho and Lovely said their goodbyes and left.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Time passed (midnight) Yoochun and Paris were sitting on the sofa&lt;br /&gt;[Paris yawned]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Micky: Do you feel sleepy? &lt;em&gt;(Faced Paris)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris: Ye. Can I lean on your shoulder?&lt;br /&gt;Micky: Sure.&lt;em&gt; (Got Paris’ head and put in on his shoulder.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Paris smiled and closed her eyes. Her heart started to beat quickly.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*1:50 a.m., Micky was finished reading a book entitled “A Walk to Remember”. He closed the book and gazed at Paris. He stared at Paris’ lips for a minute then leaned closer and kissed her. Paris smiled and thought that she was dreaming of her crush, kissing her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Micky: &lt;em&gt;*low voice*&lt;/em&gt; Omo~! Why did she smile?&lt;em&gt; (Nervous)&lt;/em&gt; I’ll just pretend that I’m sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[He closed his eyes and fell asleep.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2096909895189497911-4535646620861972452?l=mistlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4535646620861972452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2096909895189497911&amp;postID=4535646620861972452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/4535646620861972452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/4535646620861972452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/chapter-36-sweet-thing.html' title='Chapter 36: Sweet Thing'/><author><name>Merliam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17059086332590656529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SYRqsHi1xUI/AAAAAAAAAE0/QqSvQiFGEUo/s72-c/Chap36.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096909895189497911.post-1751305970119081940</id><published>2009-01-31T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T23:05:37.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 35: Here and There</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SYRneoxi5_I/AAAAAAAAAEs/k4R9ajW_n-o/s1600-h/Chap35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297472837733509106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SYRneoxi5_I/AAAAAAAAAEs/k4R9ajW_n-o/s320/Chap35.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Everyone in the school learned about what happened, even the teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Max: &lt;em&gt;(Rushed to Scarlett’s room)&lt;/em&gt; Scarlett?! Scarlett?!&lt;br /&gt;Scarlett: Changmin oppa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Max dragged Scarlett angrily outside.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scarlett: &lt;em&gt;(Tried to break free)&lt;/em&gt; Oppa! I’m hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Max: Who took the pictures? &lt;em&gt;(Threw the pictures to Scarlett)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Scarlett: I don’t know! Why are you asking me?!&lt;br /&gt;Max: You should’ve known! You were sober.&lt;br /&gt;Scarlett: Well, I was asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Max: You were smiling in those stupid pictures!&lt;br /&gt;Scarlett: I was happy about what happened to us. Don’t you smile when you’re happy?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Max was controlling his temper.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scarlett: I obviously did not take that picture ‘cos I’m in the shot. Huh, hello?&lt;em&gt; (Laugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*[Max was about to punch Scarlett but Micky stopped &amp;amp; held him. Max &amp;amp; Scarlett was called to the Principal’s Office, after that…]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Changmin, what was that about? You created one hell of chaos.&lt;br /&gt;Changmin: I… Aish! I was drunk when that happened. I didn’t know.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: How about Jen?&lt;br /&gt;Changmin: I don’t know. I don’t know. I’m so confused.&lt;em&gt; (Deep breath)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Hey, guys, have you seen Lovely? I haven’t seen her the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Yea, where is she?&lt;br /&gt;Paris: Maybe she’s with Jen.&lt;br /&gt;Changmin:&lt;em&gt; (Stood up)&lt;/em&gt; Guys, I’m going home. I need peace of mind.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: I’m going with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*At Yunho’s house.&lt;br /&gt;[Yunho just got home.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Jung: Yunho? Is that you?&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Ye.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Jung: Have you eaten?&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Not yet.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Jung: Then let’s eat. C’mon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*At the table.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Jung: So how are you &amp;amp; Paris?&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Erm… we’re… good. We’re good.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Jung: Really?&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Ye, why did you ask?&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Jung: Nothing. I was just checking.&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Oh. &lt;em&gt;(While the spoon is still in his mouth)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*DOOR BELL*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Mrs. Jung: I’m going to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*[After a few minutes… Yunho was cutting the meat]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Jung: Yunho, look who we have for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yunho was about to eat the meat with opened mouth &amp;amp; looked at who the visitor was.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Lovely: Annyeong-haseyo~!&lt;em&gt; (Bow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Meat fell from Yunho’s fork, still opened mouth then Lovely giggled.]&lt;br /&gt;[Yunho stood up immediately &amp;amp; removed the table napkin on his lap.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Annyeong-haseyo~ &lt;em&gt;(Bow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Mrs. Jung: Please take your seat Ms. Jeong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Lovely took her seat next to Yunho.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: &lt;em&gt;*Whispering*&lt;/em&gt; What are you doing here?&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: What? Can’t I come for dinner?&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Jung: So Ms. Jeong… how are things? School? We haven’t talked for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: School is fine Mrs. Jung. &lt;em&gt;(Smile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Mrs. Jung: I see. How are you &amp;amp; Yunho?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Lovely looked at Yunho.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Ahh… we’re good. Yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yunho stuffed &amp;amp; stuffed food into his mouth until he choked.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Lovely: Yunho!&lt;em&gt; (Gave him water and rubbed his back.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yunho drank the water and coughed.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: I’m fine. I’m fine.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Jung: Son, slow down. I’m done eating. Ms. Jeong maybe you should tell Yunho already. &lt;em&gt;(Left the area)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Tell what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Lovely smirked]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: What? Why did you go here? You seem suddenly comfortable with my mom.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Okay, I skipped school today to talk to your mom.&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: What?! What happened? Did she get angry?! Tell me hon!&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Well, she seemed pleased earlier, right?&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: So it’s okay to her?&lt;br /&gt;Lovely:&lt;em&gt; (Smile &amp;amp; nodded)&lt;/em&gt; Uhuh.&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Yes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yunho shouted so loud that his mother heard him upstairs &amp;amp; made his mother laugh.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Lovely: Shush Yunho!&lt;em&gt; (Giggle)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Oh, I’m so happy! &lt;em&gt;(Hugged Lovely)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Lovely: I’m happy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yunho smiled and kissed Lovely on her lips.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Jung: Ehem! &lt;em&gt;(Cleared her throat)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Lovely pushed Yunho then Yunho sat down]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Jung: I forgot my phone.&lt;em&gt; (Got her phone then left)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Lovely and Yunho laughed.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*At Jen’s House&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Im: Jen? &lt;em&gt;(Knocked at the door)&lt;/em&gt; Jen?&lt;br /&gt;Jen: &lt;em&gt;(Shouting)&lt;/em&gt; Leave me alone!&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Kim: &lt;em&gt;(Called Rose)&lt;/em&gt; Hello Rose?&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Yoboseyo~ Who’s this?&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Im: This is Jen’s mom.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Oh, Mrs. Im!&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Im: Rose, I need you to talk to Jen. She won’t go out of the room. I’m very bothered.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Okay Mrs. Im. I’ll go there ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Rose arrived]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose:&lt;em&gt; (Knocking)&lt;/em&gt; Jen?! Jen?! Jen let me talk to you. Open the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Minutes passed &amp;amp; Jen still didn’t answer.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Mrs. Im, maybe we should unlock the door. I’m worried that Jen might have hurt herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Mrs. Im got the keys &amp;amp; opened the door]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Im: Jen?! &lt;em&gt;(Shocked)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*[Rose ran to Jen who was lying on the floor next to her bed.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2096909895189497911-1751305970119081940?l=mistlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1751305970119081940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2096909895189497911&amp;postID=1751305970119081940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/1751305970119081940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/1751305970119081940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/chapter-35-here-and-there.html' title='Chapter 35: Here and There'/><author><name>Merliam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17059086332590656529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SYRneoxi5_I/AAAAAAAAAEs/k4R9ajW_n-o/s72-c/Chap35.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096909895189497911.post-2874081062557304659</id><published>2009-01-25T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T00:26:42.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 34: Leap in the Dark</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SXtArQsy_GI/AAAAAAAAAEk/iuCx7By4FJo/s1600-h/Chap34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294896898865560674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SXtArQsy_GI/AAAAAAAAAEk/iuCx7By4FJo/s320/Chap34.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**Morning, Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Jen called Lovely]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jen: C’mon pick up.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: &lt;em&gt;(Just woke up)&lt;/em&gt; Yoboseyo?&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Lovely! Is Changmin with Yunho?&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: For heaven’s sake Jen, it’s 6:00 in the morning and you’re asking me if Changmin’s with Yunho? Ugh. So early.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: But Lovely. Changmin is not answering his phone nor replying to my messages. I’m so worried now. I couldn’t sleep last night.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Jen, you’re being paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: No, Lovely! You don’t understand. Last night I called Changmin and a girl answered the phone. She said something about Changmin being busy inside the room. But with whom Lovely? What is he doing there?&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Oh. &lt;em&gt;(Sat up on her bed)&lt;/em&gt; Didn’t you say that Changmin went to the party of Scarlett? The friend of Emily?&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Omo! What if Emily was the one who answered the phone? Lovely-unnie, I got a bad feeling about this.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Ok. Don’t panic. I’ll call Yunho right away ok? Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*At Lovely’s house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yunho: Good morning hon. &lt;em&gt;(Kissed Lovely’s cheeks)&lt;/em&gt; Why did you ask me to go here?&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Teddy bear, do you know where Changmin is?&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Changmin? Didn’t you say he was at Scarlett’s party?&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Ye, but Jen said he’s not answering his phone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yunho frowned]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*At Scarlett’s house&lt;br /&gt;[Max woke up and touched his head, he was having a head ache from last night.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Max: &lt;em&gt;(Hang over)&lt;/em&gt; Huh? Omo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[He sat up quickly when he saw Scarlett sleeping on his shoulder with her hand on his chest.]&lt;br /&gt;[Scarlett woke up]&lt;br /&gt;[Max looked under the cover/blanket and saw that they were naked]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Scarlett: Morning oppa!&lt;br /&gt;Max: Scarlett…what…happened?&lt;br /&gt;Scarlett: Oppa, you were drunk last night and you passed out and when I carried you here, you started to kiss…&lt;br /&gt;Max: Stop! &lt;em&gt;(Touched his head, his headache was getting worse)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Scarlett: Oh! You must have a hang over oppa… can’t you remember anything?&lt;br /&gt;Max: I…I have to go.&lt;br /&gt;Scarlett: So soon? Don’t you wanna eat breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;Max: No, I’m going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Max grabbed his clothes, put them on and rushed out.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*At Jen’s house&lt;br /&gt;[Rosy, Micky, Paris, Lovely, and Yunho gathered at Jen’s house]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jen: Yunho, still no call from Changmin?&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Not even a message.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Aish! Where is he?&lt;br /&gt;Paris: Don’t worry Jen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*At Hero’s house&lt;br /&gt;(Door bell)&lt;br /&gt;[Hero opened the door]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hero: Changmin! Why are you here so early?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Max entered the house and went straight up to Hero’s room.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Changmin? Is there a problem?&lt;br /&gt;Max: My head aches.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Ahh…oh…I’ll get a medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*After few minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hero: Here you go…&lt;br /&gt;Max: &lt;em&gt;(Took the medicine)&lt;/em&gt; Thank you, Jae. I have a problem.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: What is it? You know you can lean on me. &lt;em&gt;(Sat on the bed beside Max)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Max: Jae, can you keep a secret?&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Sure.&lt;br /&gt;Max: Okay, last night I went to a party with Emily’s friend, Scarlett.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Ye, I was told.&lt;br /&gt;Max: Something happened.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: What do you mean something happened?&lt;br /&gt;Max: Jaejoong, aish! &lt;em&gt;(Deep breath)&lt;/em&gt; We had sex.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Sex? Changmin you are a committed man!&lt;br /&gt;Max: I know. I didn’t want it to happen. It just happened. I was drunk heavily and I didn’t know what was happening. I just woke up naked with Scarlett beside me.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: &lt;em&gt;(Frowning with his hands on his waist)&lt;/em&gt; What are you planning to do? Are you going to tell Jen?&lt;br /&gt;Max: Ahh!! I honestly don’t know. I’m so confused.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: If you’re not yet ready to tell her then don’t because I don’t think she’ll ever trust you again if she knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Max was thinking then Hero sat beside him.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max: Okay, I won’t tell her. It’s just between us, right?&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Of course… have you eaten anything yet?&lt;br /&gt;Max: No, not yet. I rushed out when I learned what happened.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Okay, eat first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[After eating…]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Have you called Jen?&lt;br /&gt;Max: No…I’m afraid.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: She’s probably worried about you. &lt;em&gt;(2 min silence)&lt;/em&gt; C’mon Max. Call her. You can use my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Max dialed Jen’s number]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*At Jen’s house, phone’s ringing.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Yoboseyo?&lt;br /&gt;Max: Jen, where are you?&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Minnie, I’m at my house. Where are you? We were so worried. Why you didn’t call?&lt;br /&gt;Max: I…I’ll go there. Wait for me. &lt;em&gt;(Hung up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Jen: Minnie?&lt;br /&gt;Micky: Where is he?&lt;br /&gt;Jen: He didn’t say but he said he’ll go here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*After few minutes*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Door bell)&lt;br /&gt;[Jen opened the door. Max just stood and stared at Jen.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jen: Minnie! &lt;em&gt;(Hugged Changmin)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max&lt;em&gt;: (Removed Jen’s hug)&lt;/em&gt; I haven’t bathed yet.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: &lt;em&gt;(Hugged him again)&lt;/em&gt; I don’t care. I am so worried of you. Where did you stay last night? I called in your house and you weren’t there.&lt;br /&gt;Max: I got drunk and slept in Scarlett’s house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Jen frowned]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max: on her sofa…in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Ahhh… &lt;em&gt;(Smile of relief)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Max smiled]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Monday morning&lt;/strong&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;Jen: &lt;em&gt;(Went to school early)&lt;/em&gt; Hi Maxine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Maxine, a classmate of Jen, just stared at her and looked down.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jen: Hey Champagne! I just wanted to…&lt;br /&gt;Champagne: &lt;em&gt;(*A friend of Jen)&lt;/em&gt; I’m sorry. I’m in a hurry. &lt;em&gt;(Avoided Jen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Jen:*&lt;em&gt;whispering*&lt;/em&gt; Aish! What’s with everybody today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Jen entered the room &amp;amp; everybody got quiet.]&lt;br /&gt;[She looked around and sat on her chair.]&lt;br /&gt;**SILENCE**&lt;br /&gt;[After a few minutes…]&lt;br /&gt;[Yuki entered the room, running and breathing heavily]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yuki: Jen! Hurry. Come with me. Hurry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Jen panicked]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: What? What’s wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[They hurried and ran to the bulletin board. There were bunch of pictures posted. Jen looked at the picture carefully. After a few minutes she pulled the pictures and ran to the classroom.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*At the classroom, Jen approached Max.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max: &lt;em&gt;(Stood up)&lt;/em&gt; Hi Jen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Jen slapped the photos to Max’s face, turned around and ran.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max: Jen! &lt;em&gt;(Picked up the pics)&lt;/em&gt; WHAT THE?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2096909895189497911-2874081062557304659?l=mistlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2874081062557304659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2096909895189497911&amp;postID=2874081062557304659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/2874081062557304659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/2874081062557304659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/chapter-34-leap-in-dark.html' title='Chapter 34: Leap in the Dark'/><author><name>Merliam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17059086332590656529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SXtArQsy_GI/AAAAAAAAAEk/iuCx7By4FJo/s72-c/Chap34.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096909895189497911.post-4738864037304397027</id><published>2009-01-18T13:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T13:59:21.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 33: Vulnerable</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SXLE0QNW0AI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YhEMDMtpKXU/s1600-h/Chap33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292508914096984066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SXLE0QNW0AI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YhEMDMtpKXU/s320/Chap33.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*At Rose’ Room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hero was sitting on the bed and looking down.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Rose: ♫Jaejoongie~♫ &lt;em&gt;(Sat down the bed and leaned on Hero’s shoulder.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*At Jen’s room&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Changmin… I’m scared. What if Emily hurt us? She’s like an animal on the loose.&lt;br /&gt;Max: &lt;em&gt;(Laugh softly) &lt;/em&gt;Why will she hurt us?&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Why did she hurt Yuki?&lt;br /&gt;Max: Hmm… you got a point.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Well?&lt;br /&gt;Max: You’re being paranoid. You see these muscles?&lt;em&gt; (Showed off his arm muscles)&lt;/em&gt; No one can hurt you. &lt;em&gt;(Smirk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Jen giggled]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The next day…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Max was walking and bumped into someone.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Max: Ah! Sorry…&lt;br /&gt;Scarlett: &lt;em&gt;(Dropped her books)&lt;/em&gt; Omo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Max looked at her and Scarlett looked at him too.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Max: &lt;em&gt;(Stood up quickly)&lt;/em&gt; Uhm… my fault. Sorry &lt;em&gt;(smile)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Scarlett stood up]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max: Here &lt;em&gt;(Handed over the books) &lt;/em&gt;My name is Max, you can call me Changmin.&lt;br /&gt;Scarlett: &lt;em&gt;(Shook hands)&lt;/em&gt; Uhm, Scarlett&lt;em&gt; (Smile)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max: Hi, uhm so… you’re new here?&lt;br /&gt;Scarlett: Ahm ye. Uhm, do you know what room is the science class gonna be?&lt;br /&gt;Max: Oh! I’m headed there too. You can come with me. &lt;em&gt;(Smile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Scarlett: Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Max &amp;amp; Scarlett were partners in the expereriment]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*After class…&lt;br /&gt;Scarlett: Hey Max!&lt;br /&gt;Max: &lt;em&gt;(Frown)&lt;/em&gt; Changmin.&lt;br /&gt;Scarlett: Changmin…right. &lt;em&gt;(Smile)&lt;/em&gt; I have a party tonight at 9. Wanna come?&lt;br /&gt;Max: Can I bring someone?&lt;br /&gt;Scarlett: Ah… sure.&lt;br /&gt;Max: Then count me in!&lt;br /&gt;Scarlett: Okay, here’s the address. &lt;em&gt;(Wrote her house address on Max’s palm)&lt;/em&gt; I’ll be expecting you there, okay?&lt;br /&gt;Max: Okay. &lt;em&gt;(Smile)&lt;/em&gt; See you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Scarlett saw Jen coming]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Scarlett: Uhm, I gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;Max: okay. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;Scar;ett: Come alright? &lt;em&gt;(Winked)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Jen approached Max.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jen: Changmin, who were you talking to?&lt;br /&gt;Changmin: Oh hey. &lt;em&gt;(Kissed Jen’s cheek)&lt;/em&gt; It’s Scarlett, a new friend.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: &lt;em&gt;(Frown)&lt;/em&gt; Scarlett? Isn’t she one of Emily’s friends?&lt;br /&gt;Max: Really? She seemed nice.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Well…&lt;br /&gt;Max: Anyways, come with me to her party.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Ye, right. After what Emily did to Yuki? I don’t think so.&lt;br /&gt;Max: Well, I already said yes.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: So, then tell her you changed your mind.&lt;br /&gt;Max: Jen, I’m a man of my word.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: You’re going?&lt;br /&gt;Max: Jen, please underdtand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Jen made a childish pout so Max covered Jen’s face with his hands]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jen: &lt;em&gt;(Removed his hands&lt;/em&gt;) Okay, okay. Just take care of yourself. Don’t get drunk. Don’t flirt. &lt;em&gt;(Smiled)&lt;/em&gt; Be careful of what you’re eating. Don’t go.&lt;br /&gt;Max: Ahhhh!&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Haha. Just kidding! &lt;em&gt;(Smile)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*At the party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Max partied, danced, drank liquor and ate until he did not notice that it was already 11pm.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Max: (&lt;em&gt;Looked at his watch)&lt;/em&gt; Scarlett, I should go home now. It’s getting late.&lt;br /&gt;Scarlett: Uhm. Ah… wait. I’ll just get something. Wait here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Scarlett came out with a small glass of Black Label]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Scarlett: Changmin, &lt;em&gt;(Stood up in front of Max)&lt;/em&gt; just one last shot.&lt;br /&gt;Max: Oh, no! &lt;em&gt;(Laugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Scarlett: C’mon Changmin, Last one. I promise.&lt;br /&gt;Max: Alright. &lt;em&gt;(Drank the liquor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Scarlett: Alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Everyone cheered]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Max: &lt;em&gt;(Felt dizzy)&lt;/em&gt; Uhm, I’ll just go to the restroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Max’s phone rung and Emily saw it. She answered the phone,]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily: Hello? Sorry. Changmin is inside the room. He’s busy so he cannot talk right now. May I know who is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Jen was shocked and hung up the phone.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Omo~! What could that mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Emily laughed]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Scarlett: What are you laughing at?&lt;br /&gt;Emily: &lt;em&gt;(Laugh)&lt;/em&gt; Well, Changmin’s girlfriend called. I told her that Changmin is inside the room and busy so he can’t talk right now.&lt;br /&gt;Scarlett: &lt;em&gt;(Laugh)&lt;/em&gt; You are so evil.&lt;br /&gt;Emily: I know! Well, you should go to the restroom now. Changmin is probably asleep because of the sleeping pills I put into his liquor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Emily and Scarlett carried Max to the room and stripped him. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(Note: Up to his boxers only.)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*(Scarlett stripped her clothes too and she laid beside Max. She put her head into Max’s shoulder and her right hand to his chest, making it look like Max is holding her/hugging.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Emily: Okay guys. Say cheese! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2096909895189497911-4738864037304397027?l=mistlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4738864037304397027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2096909895189497911&amp;postID=4738864037304397027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/4738864037304397027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/4738864037304397027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/chapter-33-vulnerable.html' title='Chapter 33: Vulnerable'/><author><name>Merliam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17059086332590656529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SXLE0QNW0AI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YhEMDMtpKXU/s72-c/Chap33.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096909895189497911.post-6133805647295949437</id><published>2009-01-17T00:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T01:54:08.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 32: Break a Leg</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SXC_l5ABMmI/AAAAAAAAAEU/CDrQwt-dc1Q/s1600-h/Chap32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291940219837297250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SXC_l5ABMmI/AAAAAAAAAEU/CDrQwt-dc1Q/s320/Chap32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After 3 weeks of practice, it’s show time…&lt;br /&gt;*Before the play…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Yuki was sitting in front of the mirror.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Rose: (&lt;em&gt;Touched Yuki’s shoulder)&lt;/em&gt; Hey… don’t get nervous. Relax. You look gorgeous. (Smile)&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: &lt;em&gt;(Smile)&lt;/em&gt; Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Ye, girl. It’s your time to shine.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Okay, guys. It’s time. Hurry and get in here!!&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Goodluck! We’ll be at the 2nd row, okay?&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Okay. &lt;em&gt;(Smile)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*While waiting for her scene, Yuki was approached by Emily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Emily: Waiting for your turn, Miss-trying-hard?&lt;br /&gt;[Yuki glared at her.]&lt;br /&gt;Emily: Haha. Break your leg. Uhm, I mean, break a leg. &lt;em&gt;(Laugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*During the play (Scene of Xiah &amp;amp; Yuki)…&lt;br /&gt;(Yuki &amp;amp; Xiah standing facing the sunset.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Isabel…&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Hmm?&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: &lt;em&gt;(Faced Yuki)&lt;/em&gt; How can you do that?&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Do what?&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Pretend that… everything’s fine…&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Everything is fine…&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: No, Isabel. You’re sick.&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Carlisle… I want to live normally… I want to be with you… forever.&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: &lt;em&gt;(Faced Yuki and held her shoulders)&lt;/em&gt; But we can’t be forever… Isabel you’re… You’re dying slowly…&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: I know Carlisle, but I just want to be with you right now… until my last breath.&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Isabel…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Xiah stopped and saw something above Yuki’s head. He saw the big light falling and immediately hugged Yuki, they fell and he laid over to Yuki to protect her. Yuki was shocked. Micky stood up and ran to the stage together with Hero. Micky removed the light from Xiah.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Xiah: Yuki… Yuki… is she okay?&lt;br /&gt;Micky: She’s okay. Jaejoong is taking care of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Hero took Yuki, who is still in shock, and escorted her to the girls]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Micky: Let’s take care of you first, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Xiah nodded]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*When Yuki got down the stage, the girls crowded her. Yunho accompanied Xiah and Micky while Max comforted Yuki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hero sat down &amp;amp; put his hands over his face.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Lovely: I have a feeling that Emily has something to do with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Rose looked and searched for Hero.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Rose: Jaejoong…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[She approached him and knelt down in front of him.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hero: Everybody’s getting hurt because of me.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Joongie, it’s not because of you. It’s Emily.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Ugh! &lt;em&gt;(Frustrated)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Rose removed Hero’s hand from his face. Hero wiped his tears.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Aww… Joongie…&lt;em&gt; (Stood up and hugged Hero)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Hero hugged her in her waist]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Joongie, it’s okay. &lt;em&gt;(Caressing Hero’s hair)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Aish! Look at what’s happening. Junsu’s hurt, Yuki’s in shock and Jaejoong’s crying. Oh!! I’ll go to that girl right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Lovely was supposed to go to Emily but Max caught her left arm.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Max: Lovely, arguing with Emily is not gonna do any good to anyone of us right now. Maybe the best thing to do is to comfort our friends and stay with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Jen held Max’s arm]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jen: Changmin…&lt;br /&gt;Max: Don’t be scared. &lt;em&gt;(Hugged her back)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Junsu… Where’s Junsu? I want to see him.&lt;br /&gt;Paris: Yuki, you’re okay now. Thank God!&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Paris, take me to Junsu. Is he okay?&lt;br /&gt;Paris: Yunho and Yoochun took him to the clinic so don’t worry, okay?&lt;br /&gt;Yuki:&lt;em&gt; (Crying)&lt;/em&gt; Oh, my Junsu.&lt;br /&gt;Paris: &lt;em&gt;(Hugged Yuki)&lt;/em&gt; Guys, maybe we should go to Junsu now. Yuki is very worried with him.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Let’s go.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Rose, are you coming?&lt;br /&gt;Max: It’s not your fault. Don’t blame yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Hero; I don’t have the guts to face them now.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: You guys go. We’ll go there later.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**At the Clinic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yuki: Junsu!&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Yuki, are you okay now?&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: I’m fine. What did the nurse say about Junsu?&lt;br /&gt;Micky: He’s fine. She said Junsu’s back might bruise tomorrow but he did not break any bone. He’s lucky, she said. He’s sleeping right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**At the Theater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Rose: &lt;em&gt;(Held Hero’s arms and sat down beside him) &lt;/em&gt;Joongie, it’s not your fault. Don’t mope. Besides, I think Junsu will appreciate it more if you visit him there. &lt;em&gt;(Stood up and pulled Hero’s right hand) &lt;/em&gt;Let’s go? &lt;em&gt;(Smile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Hero: &lt;em&gt;(Laugh softly)&lt;/em&gt; Alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**At the Clinic, Rose and Hero arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yuki: Junsu… &lt;em&gt;(Crying, sitting on the bed &amp;amp; holding Xiah’s hand)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Yunho: Jae…you okay?&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Ye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yunho hugged Hero and messed up his hair. Hero laughed softly then Yunho smiled.]&lt;br /&gt;[Rose approached Yuki]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yuki: My poor Junsu…&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Yuki… &lt;em&gt;(Comforted Yuki)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Hero approached Yuki and put his hand over her head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yuki: &lt;em&gt;(Hugged Hero)&lt;/em&gt; Joongie… &lt;em&gt;(sob)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Hero: &lt;em&gt;(Hugged her back)&lt;/em&gt; Sorry… &lt;em&gt;(Whispered)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2096909895189497911-6133805647295949437?l=mistlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6133805647295949437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2096909895189497911&amp;postID=6133805647295949437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/6133805647295949437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/6133805647295949437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/chapter-32-break-leg.html' title='Chapter 32: Break a Leg'/><author><name>Merliam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17059086332590656529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SXC_l5ABMmI/AAAAAAAAAEU/CDrQwt-dc1Q/s72-c/Chap32.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096909895189497911.post-3005560575107723141</id><published>2009-01-10T01:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T01:25:01.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 31: Cruel Intentions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SWeILfhlWUI/AAAAAAAAAEM/8k4pbNfCqzM/s1600-h/Chap31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289346018392234306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SWeILfhlWUI/AAAAAAAAAEM/8k4pbNfCqzM/s320/Chap31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**The next day, in the locker room…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jen: Rose, we’ll go already, okay?&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Okay. You guys, see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*In the classroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Lovely was sitting on her chair, resting her arms and head on it. Yunho went to her and took her head, sat on the arm chair and rested her head on him while his hand was on Lovely’s shoulder)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SILENCE*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Lovely: Teddy bear…&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Hmm?&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Are you mad?&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: No, are you?&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: No, I’m sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: I’m sorry too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Meanwhile…&lt;br /&gt;(Rose entered the room with a blank face. She was holding a red paper. She sat on her chair. Hero was chatting busily with Max)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Xiah: Rose?... Rose?... Rose!&lt;br /&gt;Hero: &lt;em&gt;(Looked at Rose)&lt;/em&gt; Rose?&lt;br /&gt;Max: She seems bothered.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: &lt;em&gt;(Saw the red paper and took it. He read the paper) &lt;/em&gt;Who gave this to you? &lt;em&gt;(a little mad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Rose: I… I… &lt;em&gt;(Tears fell down her left cheek)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero:&lt;em&gt; (Brushed away the tears)&lt;/em&gt; Rose…&lt;br /&gt;Rose: I don’t know Jae. I saw it inside my locker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Everybody crowded around Rose and Hero. After a minute the teacher came in and everybody went back to their sits.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero: &lt;em&gt;(Touched Rose’ face) &lt;/em&gt;Don’t worry Rose, don’t be scared. I’ll be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Jae… &lt;em&gt;(Crying)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Hero: &lt;em&gt;(Brushed away the tears)&lt;/em&gt; Stop crying, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Rose nodded]&lt;br /&gt;[Hero sat on his chair and stared at the red paper]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Bell Rings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hero was serious and thinking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Rose: &lt;em&gt;(Approached Hero)&lt;/em&gt; Don’t worry about me Jae. I just over-reacted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Paris came running to Yunho.]&lt;br /&gt;**Paris transferred &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paris: Oppa! Oppa!&lt;em&gt; (Panting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Yunho: Hmm?&lt;br /&gt;Paris: Do you know the news?&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: What news?&lt;br /&gt;Paris: A bunch of girls transferred in our school.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: &lt;em&gt;(Butting in)&lt;/em&gt; A bunch of girls? How many?&lt;br /&gt;Paris: Maybe 3…no, no… 4… 4 girls.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: 4 girls. What are their names?&lt;br /&gt;Paris: One is named Candice. I don’t remember the rest. The other one looked familiar though. She has a long hair and she has a small mark in her nose.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: &lt;em&gt;(Whispered)&lt;/em&gt; Emily…&lt;br /&gt;Paris: What?&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Ah. No… Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Hero grabbed Rose’ arm and dragged her outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Rose: &lt;em&gt;(Broke free)&lt;/em&gt; Jaejoong! What’s wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Hero: You have to get out of here!&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Just go!&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Jaejoong… (&lt;em&gt;touched his face&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Hero touched Rose’ hand and kissed it]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hero: &lt;em&gt;(Sighed) I&lt;/em&gt; think Emily and her friends transferred here.&lt;br /&gt;Rose:&lt;em&gt; (Worried)&lt;/em&gt; Well… So? I’ll be fine. &lt;em&gt;(Trying to sound strong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Hero: Eh? What if… we’re not together? What if she hurts you?&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Joongie…&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Rose, you know I can’t watch you all the time…&lt;em&gt; (then whispered)&lt;/em&gt; I wish I could.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: I’ll be fine… I’ll always be with Lovely, Jen and Yuki.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: &lt;em&gt;(Took Rose’ face, forehead to forehead)&lt;/em&gt; Rose… I don’t know what I’ll do if something happens to you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Rose grasp Hero’s shirt and they stayed like this for some time and then…]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Emily: Aww… So sweet Jaejoong-sshi…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Rose and hero immediately looked at her]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Emily: We used to be like that, remember?&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Emily… &lt;em&gt;(Took Rose behind him)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Rose was holding Hero’s hand]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Emily: Jaejoong, don’t worry. I won’t do anything to her. In fact I think we’ll be good friends.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Emily, back off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Emily approached Hero, touched his chin, and smirked, eye to eye with Rose then left.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Lovely, Jen and Yuki and Paris peeked out while the other boys kept chatting inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero: What is your next class?&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Uhm? PE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Hero frowned then Yuki appeared.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: We’ll be with her Jaejoong. &lt;em&gt;(Smiling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Hero smiled at Yuki and put his hands on Rose’ shoulders]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Bell Rings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Take care… Pls… for me…&lt;br /&gt;Rose: I will Jae. Stop worrying.&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Let’s go Rose.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Okay &lt;em&gt;(Removed Hero’s hands, held them and kissed him on his lips)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Hero closed his eyes]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Rose: Bye…&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Yuki…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yuki nodded]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**In the gym, all the students were separated into teams by gender. Girls vs. Girls. Boys vs. Boys. In the girls’ court the teams were divided into: Emily, Candice, Scarlett, Amanda, Yuki and another girl vs. Rose, Jen, Lovely, Paris and two other girls. During the game Emily’s team was in favor. Whenever the ball was going to Yuki’s way Emily will get the ball…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: It’s mine!&lt;br /&gt;Emily:&lt;em&gt; (Spiked the ball and hit Rose in her chest.)&lt;/em&gt; Goal! Hahaha! &lt;em&gt;(Laughing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Rose fell down and clutching her chest]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jen: Rose! &lt;em&gt;(Ran to Rose)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Lovely approached Emily and pushed her. Emily frowned.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Lovely: Ya~! What’s your problem?! You did that on purpose!&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Lovely, stop that now! Nobody wanted that to happen.&lt;br /&gt;Emily: Huh! &lt;em&gt;(Smirking)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose: &lt;em&gt;(Started crying)&lt;/em&gt; I…&lt;em&gt; (Deep breathe) &lt;/em&gt;can’t…&lt;em&gt; (Deep breathe)&lt;/em&gt; breathe…&lt;br /&gt;Paris: We have to get her to the clinic, quick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**After a while, in the clinic…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Lovely: OMG! I can’t believe that girl, she’s so mean!&lt;br /&gt;Paris: I know.&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Ye, she kept on pushing me during the game.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Let her go girls. I’m fine now. Let’s just get to our next class. I want to be with my Jaejoong now.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Let’s go…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**Outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Paris was supporting Rose while Rose was holding her chest. Hero saw them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hero: Rose?&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Joongie…&lt;em&gt; (Ran and embraced Hero)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero: What happened? Is there something wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Well… that…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Paris covered Lovely’s mouth]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jen: She tripped during the game.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: I just missed you Jaejoongie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Hero was skeptic]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Hmm. Fine, I’ll come clean. I got hit by the ball.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: By whom?&lt;br /&gt;Rose:… somebody?&lt;br /&gt;Hero: What’s her name?&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Emily…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Hero stopped]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Rose: What? It was an accident.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Does your chest hurt?&lt;br /&gt;Rose: A bit.&lt;em&gt; (Weak smile)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Hero smiled and kissed Rose’ neck]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose:&lt;em&gt; (Giggle)&lt;/em&gt; Stop that Jae. We’re in front of my friends…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2096909895189497911-3005560575107723141?l=mistlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3005560575107723141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2096909895189497911&amp;postID=3005560575107723141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/3005560575107723141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/3005560575107723141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/chapter-31-cruel-intentions.html' title='Chapter 31: Cruel Intentions'/><author><name>Merliam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17059086332590656529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SWeILfhlWUI/AAAAAAAAAEM/8k4pbNfCqzM/s72-c/Chap31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096909895189497911.post-6570381696276252321</id><published>2009-01-10T00:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T01:10:45.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 30: Teddy Bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SWeE-yWAjQI/AAAAAAAAAEE/q_Clonbygrs/s1600-h/Chap30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289342501570776322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SWeE-yWAjQI/AAAAAAAAAEE/q_Clonbygrs/s320/Chap30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**Dismissal Time**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Jaejoong! Let’s go home.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Huh? Are you in a hurry?&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Well… My mother arrived last night and I promised `omoni to accompany her in shopping &lt;em&gt;(fixing Jaejoong’s tie)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Oh.&lt;em&gt; (Looked down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Rose: Aww… don’t be sad my Joongie. You can come if you want.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Really? &lt;em&gt;(Face lightened up)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Ye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Lovely approached them.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Lovely: Planning something guys?&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Ye, I’m going shopping with Rose and her mom.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Wow! That’s major.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Haha. Ye, we should probably go.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Oh! Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Bye!&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Bye Rose! Bye Jaejoong!&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Bye.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Lovely, we’re going to to the beach, wanna come?&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Well, I’m waiting for Yunho.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Oh okay. Bye then.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Lovely…&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Hi Yunho&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Hmm? Yunho seems so formal to say.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: What do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: I call you “hon” at times, right?&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Right. &lt;em&gt;(Nodding)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Maybe you should call me something too.&lt;em&gt; (Smirking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Lovely: Like what?&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Hmm? &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*cute way of thinking*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; How about teddy bear?&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Hmm? Why &lt;strong&gt;“teddy bear”?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Be-cause… I have this really cute teddy bear and it looks like you!&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: I look like a teddy bear?&lt;em&gt; (Frowning)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Haha. No, silly!&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: I was just kidding. So… who’s that bear from?&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: I… I don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: I know&lt;em&gt;. (Touched Lovely’s face)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: &lt;strong&gt;U-know&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Smirked)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Yunho: Ha-ha &lt;em&gt;(Sarcastic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Lovely: I was just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yunho smiled weakly]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Lovely: So… who gave the teddy bear?&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: I did.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Really? &lt;em&gt;(Surprised)&lt;/em&gt; so that’s why it smelled familiar.&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: I’m surprised you didn’t notice.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: &lt;em&gt;(Buried her face in Yunho’s chest and whispered)&lt;/em&gt; Hmm?... my… teddy… bear… &lt;em&gt;(giggled)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yunho smiled]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: So… any plans today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Lovely looked up]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Plans?&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Ye.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Like what?&lt;em&gt; (Puzzled)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Yunho: Hmm… Like calling my mom about us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Lovely broke free from Yunho’s hug]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yunho: Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Lovely took Yunho’s hand and put it above her heart]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Omo~! You’re… really nervous.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: I don’t think I’m ready.&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: I’ll be with you. If we’re not gonna tell her now then when?&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Eh? What if she disapprove?&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: What if she doesn’t?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Lovely made a childish pout]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho:&lt;em&gt; (Kissed her forehead)&lt;/em&gt; Don’t worry, we’ll call her if you’re ready.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely&lt;em&gt;: (smiled)&lt;/em&gt; Okay, let’s take it step by step. I have a plan.&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Tell me.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: We’ll fix the problem first and when everything’s alright that’s the time we’re gonna tell your mom, araso?&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: You’re brilliant. &lt;em&gt;(Kissed Lovely’s left cheek)&lt;/em&gt; and pretty &lt;em&gt;(kissed Lovely’s right cheek)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Lovely giggled]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**At home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lovely was sitting on the sofa, thinking of a solution to their problem)&lt;br /&gt;*PHONE RINGS*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: &lt;em&gt;(Rushed to get the phone)&lt;/em&gt; I got it! Hello, good afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Man: Is this Mrs. Jeong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Lovely pretended]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Ahh… Ye, why?&lt;br /&gt;Man: I wanted to clear something about the cheque you brought last November.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Ye, what about it?&lt;em&gt; (Excited)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: There was a misunderstanding. I want to inform you that you can exchange the cheque with money anytime now. I’m sorry for your inconvenience.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Oh, what a good news. Thank you very much. Bye. &lt;em&gt;(Rushed to her mom)&lt;/em&gt; Umma! Umma! I have a good news umma!&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Jeong: Alright. Alright. Calm down!&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Umma! Oh! The bank called and said that everything was just a misunderstanding. The manager said that you can go there and exchange the cheque for money if you want.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Jeong: Why are you excited?&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Well, you can talk to Yunho’s mom again right?&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Jeong: Yunho, huh?&lt;br /&gt;Lovely:&lt;em&gt; (Blushed) &lt;/em&gt;Umma, you know I really love him. Call his mom for me, please?&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Jeong: Oh, alright, alright, I’ll call her later.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Umma! Thank you! &lt;em&gt;(Hugged her mom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**Lovely ran to her room and called Yunho.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Yunho! Omo~! It’s all right now. My omoni will call your mom later.&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Really? How?&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: The bank called and said they made a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: That’s great!&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: I know.&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Wait, my mom’s home. I’ll call you later okay?&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Okay, bye teddy bear.&lt;br /&gt;Yunho:&lt;em&gt; (Smiled)&lt;/em&gt; Bye hon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Dinner time at Yunho’s house&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Uhm, mommy?&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Jung: Hmm?&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Mrs. Jeong called already?&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Jung: No, why did you ask?&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Nothing, I just wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Jung: Hmm… &lt;em&gt;(Skeptical)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*PHONE RINGS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Jung: &lt;em&gt;(Frowned)&lt;/em&gt; Yunho, what do you know about this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*PHONE RINGS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Mommy, answer your phone. I’ll explain later, okay.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Jung: Alright, alright. &lt;em&gt;(Answer the phone)&lt;/em&gt; Hello?&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Jeong: Hello?&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Jung: Ah, ye?&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Jeong: I… I want to apologize to what happened to us. The bank called and said that there was a mistake so…&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Jung: I understand. I’m accepting your apology.&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: YES~!!! &lt;em&gt;(Shouted)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Mrs. Jung: Yunho!&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Oh, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**He ran up to his room and called Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Lovely, your mom just called.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: I know! I’m so happy.&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: So we can tell my mom about us.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: &lt;em&gt;(Silence)&lt;/em&gt; Yunho…&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: What? You told me you were gonna…&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Yunho, please understand that it’s not easy for me.&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: It’s not easy for me too but we’re together right?&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Oh! I can’t do it.&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Yes you can, I’ll be with you.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: But I’m scared…&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Even with me?&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Teddy bear…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2096909895189497911-6570381696276252321?l=mistlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6570381696276252321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2096909895189497911&amp;postID=6570381696276252321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/6570381696276252321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/6570381696276252321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/chapter-30-teddy-bear.html' title='Chapter 30: Teddy Bear'/><author><name>Merliam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17059086332590656529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SWeE-yWAjQI/AAAAAAAAAEE/q_Clonbygrs/s72-c/Chap30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096909895189497911.post-7083366846441863046</id><published>2009-01-10T00:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:56:53.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 29: A Solemn Vow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SWeBa2-2aoI/AAAAAAAAAD8/TE9QntDvChc/s1600-h/Chap29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289338585805646466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SWeBa2-2aoI/AAAAAAAAAD8/TE9QntDvChc/s320/Chap29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**Xiah tried to look for Yuki but he couldn’t find her. When he returned to the room, he saw Yuki. Yuki didn’t spoke to him. So after class…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Yuki…&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Kim Younha. Tell me more about her.&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: She’s from 4-A&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Xiah took a picture from his wallet]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Here… &lt;em&gt;(Pass the picture to Yuki)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: &lt;em&gt;*In her mind*&lt;/em&gt; Omo~! She really looks like me.&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: In person, she’s even prettier. &lt;em&gt;(Smiling)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yuki nodded]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: How did you fell in love to each other?&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: &lt;em&gt;(Looked at the sky)&lt;/em&gt; It was love at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: So you started dating right away?&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: No. She had a boyfriend at that time.&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Did you steal her?&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Ye, that’s right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Xiah took the picture and looked at it]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: &lt;em&gt;*in her mind*&lt;/em&gt; I’ve never seen Junsu so focused on one thing before.&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: You really love to brag about her, huh?&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: She was my first. The first girl I’ve ever loved.&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: &lt;em&gt;*in her mind*&lt;/em&gt; My chest hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yuki stared at Junsu]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Xiah: Yuki-chan, do you really, really like me?&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Ye. I really really do Junsu-kun.&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: I see. Why did you ran?&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: They said that I looked like her. Is it true? Junsu-kun, look at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Xiah looked at her and then he nodded.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Xiah: You have the same eyes, nose, lips and…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yuki stopped him]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yuki: I want you to know that I am different from her. She’s a part of your past now and I’m part of your present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***Long Silence***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: She’s a cheater…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yuki was shocked]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Xiah: She was with another guy when she died in the accident. It was her ex. They were never through with each other.&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: I’m sorry…&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: its okay &lt;em&gt;(Starting to walk) &lt;/em&gt;Maybe it was my fault too. I’ll take you home Yuki-chan.&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Ah~! You don’t need to take me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Xiah stopped walking]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Xiah: But I want to.&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: You’re not my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Xiah was offended]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: &lt;em&gt;(Smirking)&lt;/em&gt; Ye. You’re right. I’m not your boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Xiah started to walk again then Yuki started to walk too.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yuki: Junsu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Xiah turned around]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: You might feel you’re alone but I’m always watching you …I’m always watching over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**After 1 week&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[The class was busy for the upcoming event of the school. Everyone was busy doing some props, making the stage and practicing. The class decided to chose Xiah as the leading role to attract female viewers. After practicing, Xiah was exhausted so he sat down near the window. Yuki saw him]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Are you okay?&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Ye. Yuki-chan…&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Ye?&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: You said you’re always watching me, didn’t you? Can you really do that?&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: I can.&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Fool. You’re unreasonable. You’re watching over me? You’re spewing out a guy line like that. You’re really conceited, aren’t you?&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: You’re so mean! It’s easy for you to say that…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yuki hit his head]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Aw!&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Omo~! Junsu… S-sorry… Junsu?&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Just kidding &lt;em&gt;(Looking down)&lt;/em&gt; Actually, I was really happy that you’re back. Yuki-chan… &lt;em&gt;(Low voice and serious)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Ye?&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Let me borrow your shoulder…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Xiah suddenly buried his face in Yuki’s shoulder and closed his eyes then Yuki patted his back]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yuki: I promise to always watch over you… You’re not alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2096909895189497911-7083366846441863046?l=mistlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7083366846441863046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2096909895189497911&amp;postID=7083366846441863046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/7083366846441863046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/7083366846441863046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/chapter-29-solemn-vow.html' title='Chapter 29: A Solemn Vow'/><author><name>Merliam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17059086332590656529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SWeBa2-2aoI/AAAAAAAAAD8/TE9QntDvChc/s72-c/Chap29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096909895189497911.post-8237710957267662991</id><published>2009-01-02T02:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T02:44:32.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 28: One and the Same</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SV0ORWZywbI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ZjB1PwRur8U/s1600-h/Chap28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286397228837159346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SV0ORWZywbI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ZjB1PwRur8U/s320/Chap28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**At Xiah’s room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Wait… Do you really want to hear it?&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Ye. I really, really want to hear it.&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Yuki-chan, how will you feel when someone dear to you died?&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: It must be hard right?&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Ye. It would be hard to back up…&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Really? No one close to me has died yet, so I don’t really get it, but I wonder how it feels.&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: It depends on how people handle it. I’ve never seen anyone cried before and it would be better if they’d just cry and let it out. It’s so scary.&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Junsu-kun? &lt;em&gt;(Curled eyebrows)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Hmm?&lt;em&gt; (Look at Yuki)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Yuki: Did someone dear to you died?&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: HIHI&lt;em&gt; (grinning)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Don’t just smile at me.&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Yuki-chan, it’s late.&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: But what about your story?&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: I’ll drive you home…&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Wait… Junsu…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[They went outside and went to the garage. Junsu drove fast]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Xiah opened that door in Yuki’s side]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Here we are.&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Junsu…&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: She died last summer… Goodnight Yuki-chan… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Kissed Yuki’s forehead]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Xiah went directly to his car and leave.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: SHE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**Days passed… They’re back to school again…&lt;br /&gt;**1st morning class. Everyone went to class early in the morning.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Ohayo! &lt;em&gt;(Sweet smile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;All: Yuki!&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Yo~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Lovely, Jen and Rose ran towards her]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jen: When did you get back?&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Ye. When?&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Mm? &lt;strong&gt;(Thinking&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; (*Note from me: You know the cute way of thinking? Looking upwards, pouting lips and finger pointing in the chin, that one))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Eh? You don’t know?&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Ah! New Year’s Eve.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: So, where did you celebrate your new year?&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: In Junsu’s house.&lt;br /&gt;Three of them: EH?! Really?&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Ye. He introduced me to his parents.&lt;br /&gt;Three of them: EH?!&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: But…&lt;br /&gt;Jen: But what?&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Do you know someone who died last summer?&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Ye. She’s one year ahead of us. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Lovely hit Jen with a small notebook]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Ahh! Lovely!&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: You know everything ah. First, Jaejoong’s girlfriend and now, a dead person. Aish! &lt;em&gt;(Rolling eyes)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Do you know her name?&lt;br /&gt;Jen: I forgot. Ah! Changmin knows her name.&lt;em&gt; (Smiling)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**Bell rings. Their professor arrived…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor: Good Morning class. Welcome back Yuki.&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Thank you sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**After 2 hours, bell rings again. At the canteen, Yuki went to Max…&lt;br /&gt;**At the counter…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Changmin!&lt;br /&gt;Max: Ye?&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: I want to ask something. Please tell me the truth.&lt;br /&gt;Max: Sure. What is it?&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: What’s the name of the girl who died last summer?&lt;br /&gt;Max: Ah! Kim Younha &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(Younha Kim).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: I see. Was she related to Junsu?&lt;br /&gt;Max: Am? Ye, sort of related.&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Max paid at the cashier then Yuki paid too. While walking…]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Max: She’s Junsu’s girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yuki was shocked]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Max: She died because of an accident. Let me tell you this, she looks exactly like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yuki turn around and walked away]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max: What’s her problem?&lt;em&gt; (Puzzled)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**At Lovely’s table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Yuki sat down with a pale look]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Do you know Kim Younha?&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Ye, I know her. I don’t know where she is right now.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Hello? She’s the girl who died last summer.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: &lt;em&gt;(Surprised)&lt;/em&gt; Really?!&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Wait, who is she? I’m new here. HEHE&lt;em&gt; (Smiling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Yuki: Changmin told me that I look like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Lovely and Jen looked at her while Rose was puzzled]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Lovely: Omo~! You two really…&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Look the same…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yuki stood up and ran away]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Yuki!&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Yuki!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Xiah saw Yuki then he asked Jen about it]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: What happened?&lt;br /&gt;Jen: She’s asking about Younha then suddenly she ran away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Xiah eyes grew big and searched for Yuki]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2096909895189497911-8237710957267662991?l=mistlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8237710957267662991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2096909895189497911&amp;postID=8237710957267662991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/8237710957267662991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/8237710957267662991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/chapter-28-one-and-same.html' title='Chapter 28: One and the Same'/><author><name>Merliam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17059086332590656529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SV0ORWZywbI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ZjB1PwRur8U/s72-c/Chap28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096909895189497911.post-1730440373092039245</id><published>2009-01-01T02:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T04:11:26.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 27: Snow-white (New Year Special)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SVvAL1UX2fI/AAAAAAAAADk/LQ4EFvx3QfI/s1600-h/Chap27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286029897173031410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SVvAL1UX2fI/AAAAAAAAADk/LQ4EFvx3QfI/s320/Chap27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*They went home and they’re back to their normal lives.&lt;br /&gt;**It’s still their Christmas break…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*New Year’s Eve*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[The group decided to celebrate their New Year with their parents. Neither boyfriend nor girlfriend was celebrating with each other. They just called and greeted.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*At Xiah’s room&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Happy New Year Kim Junsu &lt;em&gt;(Playing with the soccer ball)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Xiah closed his eyes and dreamed of Yuki]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(*Note: Yuki means Snow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yuki: Junsu… &lt;em&gt;*whispering in Xiah’s ear*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Yuki-chan…&lt;em&gt; (still dreaming)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Did you miss me? &lt;em&gt;*whispering*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Ye. I really missed you.&lt;em&gt; (still dreaming)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yuki giggled. Xiah slowly opened his eyes.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Yuki-chan!&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Yo!&lt;em&gt; (Sweet smile)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Xiah rubbed his eyes. He doesn’t want to believe that Yuki was in front of him.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: This is a dream. (Close his eyes) This is a dream &lt;em&gt;(Open his eyes).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: No it’s not. It’s real.&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: A dream…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yuki went near him and slapped him]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yuki: See? It’s not a dream.&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Ya~! Why did you slap me?&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: You keep on repeating that this is a dream.&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: You should have kissed me instead.&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Oh! My bad, Junsu-kun.&lt;em&gt; (Sweet smile again)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiah:&lt;em&gt; *In his mind*&lt;/em&gt; That smile… My Yuki-chan’s sweet smile…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yuki pinched his nose]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Ahhh!!&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Hey! What are you thinking?&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Nothing. Hihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yuki pinched her cheeks]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Xiah: Yuki-chan! You became violent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yuki hit him with a notebook]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Ahh!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Omo~! I’m sorry. &lt;em&gt;(Pouting her lips)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Aigoo~! Girls are always girls. Ya~! You told me that you’re not coming back.&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: I want to surprise you.&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Oh! How did you get in here?&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Hello?! I used the stairs?&lt;em&gt; (Ironic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Xiah: Yah, right. HIHI…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Xiah introduced Yuki to his parents.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Omoni, Aboji, this is Yuki Fokuda, my girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;[Yuki looked at Xiah. She’s in state of shock]&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: &lt;em&gt;*whispering to Xiah*&lt;/em&gt; Baka! &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(*`fool)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: &lt;em&gt;*doing funny faces* …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yuki smiled to Xiah’s parents]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Kim: So pretty.&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Kim: My son knows to pick eh. Just like his father.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Kim: So you’re Yuki, the girl who called last Christmas. Omo~! Did you know that Junsu tripped when he’s trying to get the phone? &lt;em&gt;*laughing softly*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Really? &lt;em&gt;*smiled and looked at Xiah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Xiah: `umma!&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Kim: Aigoo~! My son is blushing eh.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Kim: Come… Let’s eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[After eating, back to Xiah’s room]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Why did you tell your parents that I’m your girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Am?&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: It kills me.&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Because it’s not true.&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Do you want to know why I became like this? Why I’m not serious in any relationships?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yuki nodded]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Xiah: Back to the days…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2096909895189497911-1730440373092039245?l=mistlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1730440373092039245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2096909895189497911&amp;postID=1730440373092039245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/1730440373092039245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/1730440373092039245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/chapter-27-snow-white-new-year-special.html' title='Chapter 27: Snow-white (New Year Special)'/><author><name>Merliam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17059086332590656529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SVvAL1UX2fI/AAAAAAAAADk/LQ4EFvx3QfI/s72-c/Chap27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096909895189497911.post-8948276543284111885</id><published>2009-01-01T02:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T02:40:21.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 26: Love Bites</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SVu8LMJElaI/AAAAAAAAADc/l2gnAwsr0W0/s1600-h/Chap26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286025488073266594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SVu8LMJElaI/AAAAAAAAADc/l2gnAwsr0W0/s320/Chap26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**Last day at the villa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[The boys were looking at the sea]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Max: I’ll never forget this vacation.&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Especially for me.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Ye. &lt;em&gt;(Laughing)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: I’m so exhausted… Look at my eye bags… &lt;em&gt;(Sleepy voice)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[They looked at him]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Micky: Omo! So huge! &lt;em&gt;(Surprised)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero: What happened to you? &lt;em&gt;(Worried)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Xiah: Yuki-chan called last night… she’s not coming back. I wasn’t able to sleep last night.&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: I see…&lt;em&gt; (Nodding)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Xiah: Why you’re just nodding like that? You must comfort me. &lt;em&gt;(Frowning)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Max gave a stern look to Yunho*&lt;br /&gt;[Yunho shook his head then look at Hero. Hero shook his head too then looked at Micky]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Micky: Junsu ah… &lt;em&gt;(Patting Xiah’s shoulder)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Xiah embraced Micky and cried]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Chunnie ah~ Yuki-chan dumped me. I can’t take it. I got rejected by a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yunnie (Yunho), Minnie (Max/Changmin), Jaejoongie (Hero/Jaejoong) chuckled at the back]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Max: &lt;em&gt;*murmuring* &lt;/em&gt;They can be a good couple right?&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Ye.&lt;em&gt; (Nodding)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Yunho: YooSu couple eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Three of them chuckled again. Xiah saw them.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Xiah: Ya~! Why are you secretly laughing there?&lt;em&gt; (Throw a snowball at Max)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Max: Aish! Kim Junsu! Stop that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Xiah threw a snowball again at Hero then to Yunho. Five of them started to have a snowball fight.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**At the window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: &lt;em&gt;*laughing*&lt;/em&gt; Girls… Look…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Jen pointed them out]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose: They’re so cute playing out there.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: &lt;em&gt;*laughing*&lt;/em&gt; Ye, they’re so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Paris approached Lovely.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris: Can we talk?&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Rose look at Jen and they left]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris: I know that you saw me kissing Yunho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Lovely didn’t answer]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris: You’re so lucky Lovely. Yunho is so loyal to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Again, Lovely didn’t answer]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paris: I gave back the ring to him. See &lt;em&gt;(raise her left hand)&lt;/em&gt;. There’s no more ring. I’ll talk to her mother to stop the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Paris… I…&lt;br /&gt;Paris: Wait, don’t feel pity for me. I do not like that. How I wished Yunho met me first. &lt;em&gt;(Pouting her lips)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Lovely smiled]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Lovely: You’re going to talk to his mom?&lt;br /&gt;Paris: Ye. I don’t want to marry a man who doesn’t love me. Just leave it to me okay?&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Okay. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;Paris: It feels so awkward to talk to you. It’s like you’re going to slap me.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Ha?! You want me to do that? &lt;em&gt;(Raise her right hand)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Paris closed her eyes. She’s ready. Then…]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;**SMACK!!!!**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;[Paris screamed. The five boys, Jen and Rose saw them. They’re shocked.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Aish! Chunnie! There are SO many mosquitoes here. It’s biting me. &lt;em&gt;(Exaggerating the word “So”)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Paris slowly opened her eyes]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Paris! Look, I killed one. I’m good right? &lt;em&gt;(Winked at Paris and leave)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Paris smiled and touched her head]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paris: She got me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*At Lovely’s room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: I thought you slapped her.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: I really did. &lt;em&gt;(Sarcastic)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yunho’s eyes grew big]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Gaah~! Yunho! Don’t tell me you believe in what I just said?&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Ye. Why? &lt;em&gt;(So serious)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: &lt;em&gt;(Stick out her tongue)&lt;/em&gt; Bleeh! I’m just acting out. OMG! I got you… &lt;em&gt;(Laughing)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Aish! Lovely! I’m going to kill you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Lovely hit him with a pillow then Yunho suddenly embraced her]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yunho: Promise me that… &lt;em&gt;*pause for awhile*&lt;/em&gt; you’re not going to leave me again…&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: I… I promise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2096909895189497911-8948276543284111885?l=mistlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8948276543284111885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2096909895189497911&amp;postID=8948276543284111885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/8948276543284111885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/8948276543284111885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/chapter-26-love-bites.html' title='Chapter 26: Love Bites'/><author><name>Merliam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17059086332590656529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SVu8LMJElaI/AAAAAAAAADc/l2gnAwsr0W0/s72-c/Chap26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096909895189497911.post-7000663619844394139</id><published>2009-01-01T01:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T02:00:35.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 25: Moonlight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SVuyq29JKoI/AAAAAAAAADM/VODAdzlfIY4/s1600-h/Chap25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286015037025626754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SVuyq29JKoI/AAAAAAAAADM/VODAdzlfIY4/s320/Chap25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Late at night, it’s full moon...&lt;br /&gt;(Max and Jen were staying at the seashore. Max was lying in Jen’s lap)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max: It feels good to be here with you.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Really?&lt;br /&gt;Max: Ye.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: These feelings I thought had died long ago…Actually, you never leave my heart Changmin.&lt;br /&gt;Max: You’re always in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: You even met an accident because of me.&lt;br /&gt;Max: Forget that.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: I can’t forgive myself if you died in that accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Max sat down in the sand and Jen sneezed]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max: Oh. I’ve got a bandana in my pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Max put it on her]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max: There you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Jen looked at Max’s eyes]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max: In this way, your head should be protected from the cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Max grinned]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Max: My Little Red Riding Hood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[They both fell silent for a moment]&lt;br /&gt;♫Playing Flower Lady Intstrumental♫&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max: Do you know that I really want to go on a trip with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Jen looked at him then Max looked at the sky…]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max: That’s why I planned this… I just like to go somewhere… someplace where we can be alone together, where no one can disturb us, someplace where we don’t have to think about having to go home later or where we don’t have to go our separate ways for the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Jen was teary eyed]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max: I want to hurry and graduate… so I can come and steal you away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Jen looked at the moon]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: If only… there was such thing as eternity.&lt;br /&gt;Max: There is.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: …&lt;br /&gt;Max: It does exist. I’m sure of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♫Playing Love in the Ice ♫&lt;br /&gt;[Max slowly kissed her then the bandana fall.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jen: &lt;em&gt;*In her mind*&lt;/em&gt; With his face shimmering brightly in the pitch black darkness and his eyes like all the stars in the sky gathering as one. He told me that eternity does exist… Even though we know that there’s no such thing as eternity. Time truly stopped and it feels like we’re the only people in the world. The moment was so real and yet so dreamlike. It felt like it only lasted a moment yet also an eternity. Within our hearts, I’m sure eternity really exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Then, Xiah was waiting for Yuki’s call]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Phone Rings*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Xiah: Yuki-chan?&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: How are you Junsu?&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: I’m doing great, you?&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Same here. My obaasan is fine now.&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Then, you’re going back?&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: No. I’m staying here…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yuki hung up. Xiah lean on the wall and closed his eyes]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: However…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Paris went to the window and stared at the moon]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris: I’m sorry Yunho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Everyone…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Then back to Jen and Max gazing at each other]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Eventually waiting for the right person to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(*Note from the Author: The scene slowly changes from Xiah to Jen then finally fades at the end)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2096909895189497911-7000663619844394139?l=mistlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7000663619844394139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2096909895189497911&amp;postID=7000663619844394139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/7000663619844394139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/7000663619844394139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/chapter-25-moonlight.html' title='Chapter 25: Moonlight'/><author><name>Merliam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17059086332590656529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SVuyq29JKoI/AAAAAAAAADM/VODAdzlfIY4/s72-c/Chap25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096909895189497911.post-793066001238970137</id><published>2009-01-01T01:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T01:43:39.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 24: Sweet Nothings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SVuu7SgXycI/AAAAAAAAADE/LY2doAhRxMw/s1600-h/Chap24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286010921252538818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SVuu7SgXycI/AAAAAAAAADE/LY2doAhRxMw/s320/Chap24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**Micky went back to the dining room. He saw Paris sitting in the floor and crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Micky: Paris!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[He sat down. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(*Note from the author: Not an Indian sit but he’s just-bending-his-knees sit. Get me?)]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paris: Yoochun… I’m a bad girl &lt;em&gt;*crying*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Micky embraced her]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micky: Sshh. You’re not Paris.&lt;br /&gt;Paris: You don’t know what happened.&lt;br /&gt;Micky: I don’t care. If they turn against you, don’t forget that you still have me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Looked at Micky’s eyes]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris: Really? &lt;em&gt;*sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Micky nodded then Paris buried her face in Micky’s chest and cried again.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**At Lovely’s room&lt;br /&gt;(Lovely, covered with a blanket, was crying in the bed. Yunho sat down at the edge of the bed.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yunho: Lovely…&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Stay away from me.&lt;em&gt; *sob*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: That kiss means nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: It means something to me Yunho. &lt;em&gt;*sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Yunho: She suddenly kissed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Lovely uncovered her eyes]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: It’s not you?&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Ye. I didn’t start it.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: But still… You allowed her to kiss you…&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: I tried to stop her but she suddenly kissed me. Trust me Hon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[She uncovered her face]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Lovely: Look at me in the eyes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yunho looked at her and they’re just staring at each other for 3 minutes]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Fine. You convinced me.&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: I’m just telling the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yunho tried to kiss her but she pointed her finger at the tip of Yunho’s nose &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(*Note from the author: So Yunho looks like a pig now right?)]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Lovely: Ops! I don’t want to have an indirect kiss with Paris.&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Aish! Tsk! &lt;em&gt;(Scratching his hair)&lt;/em&gt; You’re so random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yunho stood up and went to the bathroom]&lt;br /&gt;[Lovely wiped her tears and smiled]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**At Hero’s room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hero was lying in the bed while Rose was reading a magazine and eating kimchi…]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Rose...&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Mm? &lt;em&gt;(The spoon is in her mouth)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero: I love you&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Ah… &lt;em&gt;(Smiled)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Hero: Rose…&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Mm? &lt;em&gt;(Still eating)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Hero: I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Rose smiled]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Rose: I love you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Hero stood up and took the kimchi from Rose]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Jaejoong ah!&lt;br /&gt;Hero: I want this too.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Ya~! Give that back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Rose started to chase Hero but she tripped.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Aw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Hero looked at her and he was shocked.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero: You’re so clumsy. &lt;em&gt;(Laughing softly)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[She’s still on the floor]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Rose: Give my kimchi back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Hero ate all the kimchi left.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Hihi.. &lt;em&gt;(Sweet smile)&lt;/em&gt; I… I… ate it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(After that, Rose didn’t spoke to Hero)&lt;br /&gt;[After 2 hours, Hero was trying to apologize…]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Sorry…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Rose didn’t look at him]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hero: I see… Your kimchi is more important than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Rose looked at him but didn’t speak]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hero: Fine, I’m going out. &lt;em&gt;(Expressing his sad look)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Ya~! Make a kimchi for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Hero grinned and nodded]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Sorry…&lt;br /&gt;Rose: You’re more important than my kimchi. &lt;em&gt;(Looking at Hero’s eyes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Hero nodded and kissed the tip of Rose’ nose]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hero: I’ll make one for you. Wait for me, okay?&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Hero left the room]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2096909895189497911-793066001238970137?l=mistlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/feeds/793066001238970137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2096909895189497911&amp;postID=793066001238970137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/793066001238970137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/793066001238970137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/chapter-24-sweet-nothings.html' title='Chapter 24: Sweet Nothings'/><author><name>Merliam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17059086332590656529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SVuu7SgXycI/AAAAAAAAADE/LY2doAhRxMw/s72-c/Chap24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096909895189497911.post-4071423123669916890</id><published>2009-01-01T01:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T01:28:44.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 23: Private Lies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SVurcCuu_6I/AAAAAAAAAC8/98_-e-InDZM/s1600-h/Chap23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286007085906984866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SVurcCuu_6I/AAAAAAAAAC8/98_-e-InDZM/s320/Chap23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**2nd day at the villa&lt;br /&gt;***Early in the morning, Paris is looking for Yunho. At the dining area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris: Yoochun ah… Did you see Yunho?&lt;br /&gt;Micky: No. I thought you’re sharing the same room.&lt;br /&gt;Paris: Ye but he didn’t sleep there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[JeMin, HeRose, and Xiah joined them]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris: Did you see Yunho? &lt;em&gt;(Facing Max)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Mm? Lovely is not yet here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[They heard Yunho’s voice, talking to someone]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Ya~! Don’t mess my hair. &lt;em&gt;(Laughing)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Really? &lt;em&gt;(Messing Yunho’s hair)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[They saw Yunho holding Lovely’s hand. Lovely and Yunho let go and directly took their sits.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Xiah: Don’t hide it from us. We saw it.&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: My bad.&lt;br /&gt;Paris: Oppa…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yunho looked at Paris]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris: Where did you sleep last night?&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: At Lovely’s room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Everybody fell silent for a moment]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: We decided to start all over again.&lt;br /&gt;Micky: What about Paris?&lt;br /&gt;Paris: It’s fine with me. &lt;em&gt;(Weak smile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Max: How about your mother Yunho?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yunho didn’t answer and looked at Lovely]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: I’ll talk to her when we go back. &lt;em&gt;(Determined)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Hero and Max nodded]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Finally…&lt;br /&gt;Rose: I’m so happy for you.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: It’s good to be back, right Yunho?&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Riiiight…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yunho pick the foods for Lovely]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Eat that.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Omo~! I can’t eat all of this &lt;em&gt;(Huge eyes).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Ye Yunho. That’s right. She needs to eat. &lt;em&gt;(Approving look)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Aish! Rose!&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Lovely…&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[They all laughed]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Our lovebirds are having a fight eh~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**After eating, Yunho and Paris stayed while others returned to their rooms.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Paris…&lt;br /&gt;Paris: Ye?&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Thank you…&lt;br /&gt;Paris: For what?&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: For giving my happiness back. &lt;em&gt;(Smiling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Paris smiled]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris: That smile… You never smiled like that…&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: I can smile again the way I used to…&lt;br /&gt;Paris: Because of Lovely right?&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Ye. She’s my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♫Playing Love Bye Love intsrumental♫&lt;br /&gt;[Paris took the ring off her finger, took Yunho’s hand, put it and closed his hand.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris: I guess I’m not the right person who must wear this ring.&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Paris…&lt;br /&gt;Paris: I really like you Yunho but I don’t want you to marry me because your mother told you so. I can see that you and Lovely really love each other and I respect that. Besides, it’s not advisable for me to interfere in your relationship. &lt;em&gt;(Crack voice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Yunho: I’m sorry...&lt;br /&gt;Paris: I’ll let you go. I’ll tell your mother to stop our wedding.&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Really? Paris, thank you so much. &lt;em&gt;(Relieved)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Paris lifted her arms and touched Yunho’s face]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paris: But can I have a favor?&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: What is it?&lt;br /&gt;Paris: Let me kiss you…&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: But…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♫Playing Love Bye Love’s Chorus♫&lt;br /&gt;[Paris tiptoed and kissed Yunho in the lips.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**Then…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Yunho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♫Sound fades♫&lt;br /&gt;[Lovely saw them kissing. She put her hand in her mouth. She was so shocked. Yunho saw her. She turned around and ran]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Paris stop it &lt;em&gt;(Push Paris away).&lt;/em&gt; Lovely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yunho ran and followed Lovely.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♫Playing Forgotten Season where Hero’s voice raised♫&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris: Yunho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Paris cried. She leaned in the wall and slowly sits. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(*Note from the author: Just imagine this dramatic scene.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;♫ then fades…♫&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2096909895189497911-4071423123669916890?l=mistlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4071423123669916890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2096909895189497911&amp;postID=4071423123669916890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/4071423123669916890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/4071423123669916890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/chapter-23-private-lies.html' title='Chapter 23: Private Lies'/><author><name>Merliam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17059086332590656529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SVurcCuu_6I/AAAAAAAAAC8/98_-e-InDZM/s72-c/Chap23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096909895189497911.post-5374398345771397397</id><published>2008-12-30T00:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T01:11:24.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 22: Forgive and Forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SVkAdQH_b_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/2m5420eRv2w/s1600-h/Chap22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285256140240678898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SVkAdQH_b_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/2m5420eRv2w/s320/Chap22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Late at night&lt;br /&gt;**Yunho can’t sleep so he decided to go outside.&lt;br /&gt;(Outside, he saw Lovely sitting at the terrace so he sat beside her.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Hi.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Yunho…&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: How are you?&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: I’m doing fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yunho: No you’re not.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: …&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: &lt;em&gt;(He's now facing Lovely)&lt;/em&gt; Do you see yourself? You lose weight because you’re not eating. Everybody is worried.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Does it include you?&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Lovely broke down]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yunho: Why are you doing this to yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Stupid question.&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Answer it.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: I’m not like you Yunho. I don’t know how to act cool in front of everybody. I don’t know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: We’re done. It’s over Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Is it really over between us?&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Do you still love me?&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: I don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: You’re not serious.&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: I…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Lovely stood up and walked]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: &lt;em&gt;(Stood up)&lt;/em&gt; Lovely…&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: I don’t want to hear it anymore. I’ve had enough.&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Do you know why every man needs a woman when his life is in a mess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Lovely stopped walking]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Lovely: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Because the queen protects the king just like in the game of chess.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: I don’t get it.&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: My life is in a mess right now.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: The most important person in my life now left me hanging in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: I…&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Even though you gave up on me, I still want you back. I don’t want you to bear the pain alone. I really love you and I’m willing to die for you.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: I didn’t give up on you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Lovely ran and embraced him]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: I’m sorry Yunho &lt;em&gt;*crying*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yunho cried]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yunho: Why are you saying that?&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: I didn’t try to listen to you.&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: I’ll forgive you for everything… Just come back to me.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Yes…&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Let’s start all over again.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: What about Paris? Your mom?&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Paris is just a sister to me and she wishes us luck. About my mom, I don’t know. She’s so stubborn. She really hates you.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Really? I’m going to talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Lovely… I miss your kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Lovely blushed]&lt;br /&gt;[Yunho held her and kissed her]&lt;br /&gt;♫Playing Wish♫&lt;br /&gt;*Outside Lovely’s room&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Erm…&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: What?&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Can I sleep here?&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: We missed so much time.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Oh. Go inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*While lying on the bed, Yunho gaze at Lovely.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Why are you looking at me like that?&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Mmm…&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Do I look ugly now? &lt;em&gt;(Conscious)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yunho laughed]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yunho: No. You’re still beautiful to me but you look skinny. You need to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Lovely hit him with a pillow]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: It’s your fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yunho started to touch her face then her arms and kissed her forehead, nose, cheeks, and ended up in the lips.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: I really miss you. &lt;em&gt;(Close his eyes)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Yunho…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yunho fell asleep at Lovely’s shoulder]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: You fell asleep again just like the first time. &lt;em&gt;(Smile)&lt;/em&gt; I love you Yunho. I’ll never let go of you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Lovely closed her eyes and fell asleep]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2096909895189497911-5374398345771397397?l=mistlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5374398345771397397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2096909895189497911&amp;postID=5374398345771397397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/5374398345771397397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/5374398345771397397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/2008/12/chapter-22-forgive-and-forget.html' title='Chapter 22: Forgive and Forget'/><author><name>Merliam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17059086332590656529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SVkAdQH_b_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/2m5420eRv2w/s72-c/Chap22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096909895189497911.post-519736188772739612</id><published>2008-12-30T00:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T01:08:40.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 21: Rising Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SVj-VaFRGYI/AAAAAAAAACs/IRYPc6YFTvg/s1600-h/Chap21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285253806451399042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SVj-VaFRGYI/AAAAAAAAACs/IRYPc6YFTvg/s320/Chap21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*At Micky’s Villa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Max arrived with Jen and Lovely. Hero arrived with Rose. Yunho arrived with Paris and Xiah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Micky: Welcome to Rising Sun Villa. &lt;em&gt;(Grinning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Xiah: Like the name. It sounds familiar to me. &lt;em&gt;(Nodding)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Max: Ladies, I like you to meet our new member, Yoochun Park.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Omo~! Congratulations Yoochun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Micky smiled]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Aigoo~! My chum hits the jackpot eh. &lt;em&gt;(Teasing Micky)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Lovely: You’re really lucky Yoochun. Boys are dying to be with Max’s group. So how did you join?&lt;br /&gt;Micky: Erm…Well, Changmin called me to join them at a bar.&lt;br /&gt;Max: He’s our brother now. Let’s go inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Max and others went inside. Micky walked towards Rose and Hero]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micky: Rose… Hero… I want to apologize…&lt;br /&gt;Rose: &lt;em&gt;(Smile)&lt;/em&gt; Yoochun, its okay.&lt;br /&gt;Micky: How’s your face Jaejoong?&lt;br /&gt;Hero: It’s okay now.&lt;br /&gt;Micky: I’m really sorry. Here… &lt;em&gt;(Extends his right hand)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Hero accept it and they shake hands]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**At the reception area&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max: Jen and I will share the same room&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Eh?! Changmin…&lt;br /&gt;Max: What? I’m not going to do something. I promise.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Erm, Rose, do you want to stay with me?&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Ye. Ye. Ye. &lt;em&gt;(Blushing)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[They laughed]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: So I guess, Paris and I will also share the same room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Everybody keep quiet and glance at Lovely]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micky: Ye. How about you Junsu and Lovely?&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: I prefer to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Same here.&lt;br /&gt;Micky: Okay. It’s settled then. &lt;em&gt;(Micky went to see the butler)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(The group went upstairs and went inside the room)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*At Max’s room&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Wow~! This room is huge.&lt;br /&gt;Max: I want you to be comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Jen embraced Max]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*At Hero’s room&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose: There’s a terrace here?&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Ye. We can look at the stars at night.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: I can’t wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Hero kissed Rose’ forehead]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*At Yunho’s room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Why what?&lt;br /&gt;Paris: Why are you doing this?&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: You’re my fiancée.&lt;br /&gt;Paris: Stop acting Yunho. I know that you’re avoiding her.&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Don’t worry. I’ll sleep in the sofa.&lt;br /&gt;Paris: Go back to her.&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: How about you?&lt;br /&gt;Paris: You don’t need to worry about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Paris cried then Yunho embraced her]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Thank you. Someday, someone will love you, the way you wanted.&lt;br /&gt;Paris: Oppa, actually I already like someone.&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Really? Who is it?&lt;br /&gt;Paris: &lt;em&gt;(Wiping her tears)&lt;/em&gt; I’m not going to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Unfair. &lt;em&gt;(Pinch her nose)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Paris just smiled]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*At Lovely’s room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Lovely is embracing the couple bear given to her]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Lovely: (Sighed) I hope Yunho is here with me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*At Xiah’s room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: I wonder how Yuki-chan is doing…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Time went so fast.&lt;br /&gt;** It’s time for their dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max: Everyone! Eat.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Yoochun thank you for this…&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Your father is so nice.&lt;br /&gt;Micky:&lt;em&gt; (Smiled) &lt;/em&gt;Ye. Rose, my mother wants to say hi to you.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Really?&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Oy! Lovely… Why are you not eating?&lt;br /&gt;Rose: The foods are delicious.&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Ye. You can’t be full if you’re just staring at the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yunho glanced at Lovely.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paris: Oppa, tell her to eat &lt;em&gt;*whispering&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yunho looked at Paris and shook his head]&lt;br /&gt;[Lovely stood up]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: I… I… I just want to sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Lovely left and everyone was quiet]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose: I’ll follow her and check if she’s okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Rose stood up and went to Lovely’s room]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Lovely… Open your door please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Lovely opened the door]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Are you okay? If you continue this, you’ll be sick.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: I’m not hungry.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: My god Lovely! You can’t fool me. You’re not eating for 3 days now. You’re eating in front of us but you’re vomiting it afterwards. Am I right?&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: I… I… How did you know?&lt;br /&gt;Rose: I saw you when we’re at Jen’s house. I called your mother and she told me about this.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: I can’t take it anymore. I want to talk to him. I want to hug him. I really, really want to go back with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Lovely broke down]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Rose: Then, why are you sacrificing yourself? You need to eat… How will you talk and make up if you’re like this?&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: I can’t go on with my life.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Yunho still loves you. I’m sure of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Lovely looked at her]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose: I’ll go now. Lovely please take good care of yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2096909895189497911-519736188772739612?l=mistlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/feeds/519736188772739612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2096909895189497911&amp;postID=519736188772739612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/519736188772739612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/519736188772739612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/2008/12/chapter-21-rising-sun.html' title='Chapter 21: Rising Sun'/><author><name>Merliam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17059086332590656529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SVj-VaFRGYI/AAAAAAAAACs/IRYPc6YFTvg/s72-c/Chap21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096909895189497911.post-6296013257771955601</id><published>2008-12-30T00:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T02:28:18.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 20: Wicked Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SVj8B4AD0WI/AAAAAAAAACk/_qpjIy83jog/s1600-h/Chap20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285251271861981538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SVj8B4AD0WI/AAAAAAAAACk/_qpjIy83jog/s320/Chap20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*At a bar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max: I’m planning to have a vacation. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: That’s a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Right! Right!&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Aish! Tsk. Why so sudden?&lt;br /&gt;Max: Ya! Yunho, are you going or not?&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: I’ll go. I’m just asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Micky arrived. Max stood up]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hero: Why Yoochun is here? &lt;em&gt;(Whispering to Xiah)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Dunno. &lt;em&gt;*whispering*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Max: Guys… I called Yoochun to join us. &lt;em&gt;(Tapping Micky’s shoulder)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micky: Yo!&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: So he’s part of the group now?&lt;br /&gt;Max: If that’s fine with you…&lt;br /&gt;Hero: It will be not H4 anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Max: Ye. I’m going to change our name if Yoochun will join us.&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Cool!&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Good.&lt;br /&gt;Max: Hero?&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Dunno.&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Jaejoong ah!&lt;br /&gt;Hero: What?! Fine.&lt;br /&gt;Max: It’s settled then. Welcome to the group Yoochun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Xiah and Yunho smiled while Hero frowned. Micky and Max sat down.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Max: I thought about this for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: About what?&lt;br /&gt;Max: Our vacation.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: I see. Let’s go somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Let’s go to Japan.&lt;br /&gt;Max: Junsu, that’s impossible. Maybe we can go there after we graduate. You just want to see Yuki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Xiah blushed]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: How about going to a villa with hot springs and skis?&lt;br /&gt;Max: Riiiight… &lt;em&gt;(Smiling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Micky: My family owns a villa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Xiah: Omo! Omo! You’re so cool.&lt;br /&gt;Micky: Not really. &lt;em&gt;(Bragging)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max: We’ll be staying there for 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;Micky: Really? I’ll call my father first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Micky stood up and dialed his father’s number]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max: It’s good to have Yoochun right?&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Ye.&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: He’s not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: I still dislike him.&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: &lt;em&gt;(His eyes grew big) &lt;/em&gt;Why Jaejoong ah?!&lt;br /&gt;Hero: …&lt;br /&gt;Max: About Rose again?&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Ye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Micky returned]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Micky: Done. My father allowed us to stay there for 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;Max: I’ll call the girls to join us.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: I’ll call Rose. &lt;em&gt;(Looked at Micky)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Micky avoided Hero’s eyes]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: I’ll bring Paris then…&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: I feel so alone. Wait a sec. Yunho, what about Lovely?&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Dunno. You can invite her.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Do you still love her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Everyone keep quiet and waiting for his answer]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yunho: &lt;em&gt;(Sighed)&lt;/em&gt; My love for her will always be the same. &lt;em&gt;(Drink in his glass)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micky: What about Paris?&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: She deserves someone else.&lt;br /&gt;Max: You better fix it Yunho before it’s too late.&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Yes. I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*At Jen’s Room&lt;br /&gt;(Rose and Lovely were having a sleep over in Jen’s house.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jen: Girls. I have great news.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: What is it?&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Spill it now.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Changmin called and said that we’re going to a villa.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: All of us? &lt;em&gt;(Ecstatic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Jen: Ye.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Aigoo~! I think I won’t be going with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Why?!&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: I find it awkward to be with Yunho.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Hello?! It doesn’t mean that you’re just going there for Yunho. You will be there to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Fine, I’ll go.&lt;em&gt; (Smiling)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Jen stood up and checked her email]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Omo~! Yuki sent an e-mail.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Really?&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: What does it say?&lt;br /&gt;Jen: She’s coming back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[They screamed]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: But it’s a secret. She doesn’t want to tell it to Junsu. So please be quiet.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Ye.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: This is going to be fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2096909895189497911-6296013257771955601?l=mistlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6296013257771955601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2096909895189497911&amp;postID=6296013257771955601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/6296013257771955601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/6296013257771955601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/2008/12/chapter-20-wicked-truth.html' title='Chapter 20: Wicked Truth'/><author><name>Merliam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17059086332590656529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SVj8B4AD0WI/AAAAAAAAACk/_qpjIy83jog/s72-c/Chap20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096909895189497911.post-3415028940123529278</id><published>2008-12-24T02:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T02:25:30.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 19:Waiting in Vain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SVExFvXQnqI/AAAAAAAAACc/y2nRD-r30i0/s1600-h/Chap19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283057812565434018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SVExFvXQnqI/AAAAAAAAACc/y2nRD-r30i0/s320/Chap19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***The next day, Micky went to Rose house.&lt;br /&gt;(Outside her house)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micky: Rose! Rose! Are you there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Hero woke up. Rose opened her eyes a bit and can’t stand up because her lap was numbing]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hero: Just stay here. I’ll check who it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Rose nodded. Hero opened the door.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hero: &lt;em&gt;(Yawning)&lt;/em&gt; Who is it?&lt;br /&gt;Micky: Jaejoong!&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Yoochun! Why are you here? It’s so early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Yoochun: You slept here?!&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Ye. What’s the problem?&lt;br /&gt;Yoochun: Rose! Rose!&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Hey! Keep your voice down&lt;em&gt;.(Annoyed)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;Rose stood up and walked slowly towards the door.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Rose: &lt;em&gt;(Yawning and stretching her arms) &lt;/em&gt;Jae… Who’s that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Rose saw Micky outside and Micky was furious]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Rose: Omo~! Yoochun.&lt;br /&gt;Micky: &lt;em&gt;(Went inside and seized Rose)&lt;/em&gt; Rose! Why you allowed him to sleep here in your house? Are you okay?&lt;br /&gt;[Hero saw Rose’ face, she’s hurt, so he immediately walked towards Yoochun]&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Let go of my girl &lt;em&gt;(Grab Micky’s arm).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micky: &lt;em&gt;(Staring badly at Hero)&lt;/em&gt; So she’s yours now, huh?&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Ya~! Stop it Yoochun!&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Ye. She’s mine now. &lt;em&gt;(Staring at Yoochun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Rose: Jaejoong…stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Micky hit Hero’s face then Hero fights back. Rose tried to stop them.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Rose: Yoochun! Jaejoong! Stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[They stopped. Micky has a bruise in his eyes and lips while Hero’s nose was bleeding.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Rose: Jae… &lt;em&gt;(Looking at Hero’s bruised face)&lt;/em&gt; Yoochun please go. Let’s talk for some other time.&lt;br /&gt;Micky: Rose…&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Please…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Micky left. Rose helped Hero to stood up and they went inside.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**Inside**&lt;br /&gt;[Rose took the medicine kit and treated Hero]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hero: Aww~! It hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Sorry. I’ll be gentle.&lt;em&gt; (Blowing gently)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[After putting a band-aid, Rose gazed at Hero’s face. She leaned closer]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hero: What?&lt;br /&gt;Rose: You’re still handsome.&lt;em&gt; (Giggling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Hero: Come closer.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Why? &lt;em&gt;(Her eyebrows curled)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Just do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Rose leaned closely. Now, they’re gazing at each other. After gazing for a long time, without a word, Hero kissed her.]&lt;br /&gt;♫ Love in the Ice is playing in the background♫&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**Meanwhile, Micky felt his world was crushed. He was hurt badly. He has a cut near his eyebrow and it was bleeding. He’s walking towards Paris’ house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Paris was outside her house because she’s playing with Mickey. Mickey ran towards Micky then Paris saw him.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paris: Yoochun! &lt;em&gt;(Worried)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[She ran towards Micky]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris: What happened to your face?&lt;br /&gt;Micky: Just have a fight with Jaejoong.&lt;br /&gt;Paris: Why?!&lt;br /&gt;Micky: They’re together now. Jaejoong stayed at Rose’ house last night. I was so furious. I can’t control myself. I hit his face… and &lt;em&gt;(paused for awhile)&lt;/em&gt; then Rose told me to leave. It hurts, Paris. I don’t know what to do.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Crying)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Paris tried to pacify him. She embraced him and patted his back]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paris: Yoochun, please calm down. You can’t force Rose to love you. She’s deeply madly in love to Jaejoong.&lt;br /&gt;Micky: Why? What does he have that I don’t have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Still embracing]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris: You have anything Yoochun. You’re a nice guy. Maybe Rose just sees you as a brother not a lover.&lt;br /&gt;Micky: What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;Paris: Move on. Find someone else who is willing to love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Paris’ heart starts to beat fast]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micky: Then, I guess I need her now.&lt;br /&gt;Paris: What do you mean? &lt;em&gt;(Looking at Micky’s eyes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Micky: Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Paris: (&lt;em&gt;Smile&lt;/em&gt;) Someday she’ll come. Just wait. &lt;em&gt;(Wiping Micky’s tears.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Micky whispered…]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micky: I’ll be waiting for you…&lt;br /&gt;Paris: What?! Did you say something?&lt;br /&gt;Micky: I said I’m going to wait for her.&lt;br /&gt;Paris: Oh…really?&lt;br /&gt;Micky: Ye. I must go now. I’ll change my clothes and treat these wounds. I’ll be back.&lt;br /&gt;Paris: I’ll wait here. Bring Miruku, Mickey miss him already.&lt;br /&gt;Micky: Okay. I’ll bring him here. &lt;strong&gt;(He waved goodbye)&lt;br /&gt;[Paris looked at his direction and smiled]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paris: Paris you’re starting to like Yoochun already… &lt;em&gt;(smile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2096909895189497911-3415028940123529278?l=mistlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3415028940123529278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2096909895189497911&amp;postID=3415028940123529278&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/3415028940123529278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/3415028940123529278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/2008/12/chapter-19waiting-in-vain.html' title='Chapter 19:Waiting in Vain'/><author><name>Merliam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17059086332590656529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SVExFvXQnqI/AAAAAAAAACc/y2nRD-r30i0/s72-c/Chap19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096909895189497911.post-4511927064337160997</id><published>2008-12-24T01:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T02:20:58.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 18: Puppy Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SVEuKjXn8WI/AAAAAAAAACU/d6eTpaXmbP4/s1600-h/Chap18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283054596710199650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SVEuKjXn8WI/AAAAAAAAACU/d6eTpaXmbP4/s320/Chap18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**Still Christmas… Early in the morning...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**Micky went for a stroll along with his Petit Basset Griffon Vendeen dog. While walking, he saw a lost shih tzu and it was injured. He approached the poor dog. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Micky: Oh! &lt;em&gt;(Examining the injured leg).&lt;/em&gt; Who owns you? She must be worried now.&lt;em&gt; (Looking around) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Paris was looking for her shih tzu. She was about to give up until she saw her dog with a stranger and ran towards them] &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paris: What happened to my little Mickey? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Micky turned his head and saw Paris]&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Micky: Paris! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paris: Yoochun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Micky: You own this dog? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paris: Ye. What happened? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Micky: He has a wound in her right leg. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paris: My poor baby was injured. &lt;em&gt;(Take Mickey from Micky)&lt;/em&gt; It’s your `umma’s fault. &lt;em&gt;(Examining her dog)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Micky laughed when he heard that] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paris: Why are you laughing? &lt;em&gt;(Puzzled)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Micky: You gave birth to a dog? Wow! No wonder why he looks like you.&lt;em&gt; (Smiling)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paris: `Ya~! Thanks for helping my baby but you don’t have the right to insult me.&lt;em&gt; (Yelling)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Micky: I’m just kidding. Okay, I’ll stop. I’ll accompany you to a vet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paris: Fine! Micky: Stop frowning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Paris just look at him]&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*After the veterinarian treat her dog, Micky accompany Paris outside.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paris: Thanks for paying the bill. I forgot to bring my wallet. I’ll pay you. You can go now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Micky: You’re still mad at me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Paris didn’t answer]&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Micky: Okay. Let me treat you and your baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paris: &lt;em&gt;(She smiled)&lt;/em&gt; Really? I’m so hungry now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Her stomach growl. They both laugh.]&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Micky: It seems that you really need to eat now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paris: Ye. Let’s go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**While eating, they were having their conversation…&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paris: What’s the name of your pet? &lt;em&gt;(Stroking the hair of Micky’s dog)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Micky: Miruku &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paris: Miruku? A Japanese name? What does it mean?&lt;em&gt; (Curious)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Micky: Miruku means milk. You know the rest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paris: So he likes milik? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Micky: Ye. How about your baby? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paris: Mickey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Micky: It sounds like my name. My English name. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paris: Actually, I name it after you. You don’t mind it right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Micky: Omo~! So it’s me?! Ya~! I don’t look like a dog. You can’t compare this handsome face to a dog.&lt;em&gt; (Outraged&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paris: Calm down… Look, you’re my first friend here in Korea and I just got this dog from my mother. So the first name that entered my mind was Mickey. Mianhe &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(*`sorry)…&lt;/span&gt; (Bow down)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Micky: But it’s a girl! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paris: Fine. I’ll change her name. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Micky: Don’t…Let’s go… &lt;em&gt;(Stood up)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paris: Yoochun… wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***While walking&lt;/strong&gt;… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Micky: I’ll take you home… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paris: Why? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Micky: It’s getting dark. It’s not safe for a girl to walk alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paris: Oh… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***Long silence***&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Micky: Sorry… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paris: &lt;em&gt;(Surprised)&lt;/em&gt; No. It’s my fault. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Micky: It will not happen again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paris: Yoochun… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Micky: Yes? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paris: Merry Christmas… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Micky: Ye. Right. It’s Christmas. I forgot. Merry Christmas, Paris. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***Outside Paris’ house&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paris: Thank you… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Micky: &lt;em&gt;(Smile)&lt;/em&gt; Take good care of Mickey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paris: &lt;em&gt;(Smile)&lt;/em&gt; Next time I’ll bring milk for Miruku. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Micky: I should go… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paris: Bye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**Micky left. Paris waved at him and smiled.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paris: Why my heart is pounding so fast? So weird eh?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[She turned around and went inside.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's already late when Hero take Rose home.&lt;br /&gt;***At Rose’ house&lt;br /&gt;***At the Living room, they’re sitting in the sofa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Thank you for the wonderful Christmas with your family.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: &lt;em&gt;(Take Rose hand)&lt;/em&gt; You don’t need to thank me. You’re part of the family now.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: You know what? It feels so good to be with the one you love.&lt;em&gt; (Gazing at Hero)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Hero: &lt;em&gt;(Laughing)&lt;/em&gt; Ye. Right. Why you’re looking at me like that? &lt;em&gt;(Puzzled)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Rose: Nothing. Just want to look at my baby’s face. &lt;em&gt;(Sweet smile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**Long silence**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Rose?&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Mm?&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Why do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;Rose: &lt;em&gt;(Surprised)&lt;/em&gt;Omo~! Because… &lt;em&gt;(Thinking)&lt;/em&gt; Mm?&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Because? &lt;em&gt;(staring at her)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;*silence for 2 min*&lt;/strong&gt; You don’t love me.&lt;em&gt; (Sad face)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Aigoo~! You look like a kid. So cute! Hmm? In love, you don’t need any reasons to love a person. That’s the time you can say that it is true love.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Where did you get that? &lt;em&gt;(Laughing softly)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose: &lt;em&gt;(Feel embarrassed)&lt;/em&gt; I read it from somewhere.&lt;em&gt; (She cover her face with her hands).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Hero smiled and uncovered her face]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hero: Oh?! You’re blushing. Honestly, I like what you have just said. It’s unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Hero lay in Rose’ lap and close his eyes]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Rose: &lt;em&gt;(Smiling)&lt;/em&gt; I’m so lucky to have you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[She’s stroking his hair]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hero: I really mean it when I said that I love you.&lt;em&gt; (Low voice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Rose: I know. &lt;em&gt;(Kiss his forehead)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[They fell asleep. Hero was still holding Rose' hands while sleeping, afraid of losing her]&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2096909895189497911-4511927064337160997?l=mistlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4511927064337160997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2096909895189497911&amp;postID=4511927064337160997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/4511927064337160997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/4511927064337160997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/2008/12/chapter-18-puppy-love.html' title='Chapter 18: Puppy Love'/><author><name>Merliam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17059086332590656529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SVEuKjXn8WI/AAAAAAAAACU/d6eTpaXmbP4/s72-c/Chap18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096909895189497911.post-8924135115295013016</id><published>2008-12-21T00:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T02:15:27.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 17: Icing on the Cake (Christmas Special)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SV0H0_-M9RI/AAAAAAAAADs/UrXVh46ZM5s/s1600-h/Chap17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286390144709752082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SV0H0_-M9RI/AAAAAAAAADs/UrXVh46ZM5s/s320/Chap17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SU0fZHBlkCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jBF3h3xgW1o/s1600-h/Chap17.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**Days Passed&lt;br /&gt;***A day before Christmas Eve&lt;br /&gt;****At a mall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: I hate this Christmas…&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Yunho broke up with me, my father is not here and I’m going to celebrate my Christmas with my mom alone. I’m so hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Just look at the bright side. You have us. (&lt;em&gt;Smiling&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lovely: Owww (&lt;em&gt;Sweet voice&lt;/em&gt;) Thanks Jen.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Guess what? I’m going to celebrate my Christmas with Jaejoong and his family because my parents are working in the province.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Whaaaaat?! Are you together now? And you’re living alone?!&lt;br /&gt;Rose: He’s courting me and yes, I’m living alone. I’m so excited. How about you Jen?&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Oh! My parents and I will celebrate our Christmas with Changmin’s family. Changmin’s father wants that. I’m excited too.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Wait… You two have dates this Christmas but how about me? I thought I have you. &lt;em&gt;(Frowning)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Oops! That’s the problem. How?&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Shoot! Then let’s celebrate together after Christmas, deal?&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Deal! Lovely?&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: &lt;em&gt;(Still frowning)&lt;/em&gt; Deal…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**At a bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max: Jen’s family will join us this Christmas. So cool…&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Wow. Rose is with me. I’m going to introduce her to my parents. I can’t wait.&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: You’re so lucky. I’m just going to celebrate it with my parents. &lt;em&gt;(Sighed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Yunho:&lt;em&gt; (Laughing)&lt;/em&gt; I’m with my fiancée and our parents. Just like Changmin.&lt;br /&gt;Micky: Same with Junsu. I’m with my parents this Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;Max: Gaah~! &lt;em&gt;(Surprised)&lt;/em&gt; You gave me a heart attack. How long you’ve been there?&lt;br /&gt;Micky: Awhile ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[They laughed so hard]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**Christmas Eve&lt;br /&gt;***At Lovely’s room&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Jeong: How’s my little girl? &lt;em&gt;(Touching Lovely’s face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Lovely: ` ǒmma, I’m sad. I miss `abǒji a lot. He’s not coming? &lt;em&gt;(Embrace her mother)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Mrs. Jeong: He’s busy baby. Don’t worry `ǒmma is here.&lt;em&gt; (Kiss Lovely’s forehead)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Lovely: I miss him too.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Jeong: Who? Your boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: My ex-boyfriend. I miss him `ǒmma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Someone knocked in her room. Her mother stood up and slightly opened the door.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Maid: Ma’am, someone sent this.&lt;em&gt; (Give the box)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Mrs. Jeong: Who gave this?&lt;em&gt; (Inspecting the gift)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maid: He didn’t tell his name.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Jeong:&lt;em&gt; (Confused)&lt;/em&gt; Okay. Thank you. You can go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[She closed the door and sat down in Lovely’s bed]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: What’s that?&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Jeong: Someone sent this gift for you. No name.&lt;em&gt; (Give the gift)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Lovely: I wonder who gave this gift. &lt;em&gt;(Sighed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Lovely took the card and read it aloud]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Lovely: “Lovely, Merry Christmas! I hope you’re okay. Please take good care, okay? From Anonymous”&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Jeong: A secret admirer?&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Dunno. (&lt;em&gt;Opening the gift&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[There’s a cute couple bear inside and the box is full of rose petals]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Lovely: Omo! (&lt;em&gt;Took the bear &amp;amp; embrace it&lt;/em&gt;) It’s so cute. I saw this bear before. I can’t remember where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Lovely saw that bear before. She wants to buy it but she forgot her wallet in Yunho’s car)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**At Yunho’s house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris: Oppa! Where have you been? Your mother is looking for you.&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: I went somewhere. Where is she? &lt;em&gt;(Looking around)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris: They’re eating already. They can’t wait for you. Oh! Merry Christmas, Yunho. Here (&lt;em&gt;Give the gift)&lt;/em&gt;. This is my gift for you. &lt;em&gt;(Kiss his cheeks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Yunho: Thanks but I don’t have a gift for you. I’m sorry.&lt;em&gt; (Worried)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris: No problem.&lt;em&gt; (Smile)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Really? Merry Christmas! &lt;em&gt;(Embrace her)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[They joined their parents and they were happy eating]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**At Hero’s house&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Kim: Hi Rose. Welcome to the family.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Merry Christmas `sungmo. Here’s my gift for you. &lt;em&gt;(Give the gift)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Mrs. Kim: You’re so thoughtful. I like you than Jaejoong’s ex-girlfriend. Come, let’s eat.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: See? I told you. She likes you&lt;em&gt; *whispering*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose: But… &lt;em&gt;(Sighed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[After eating, Hero and Rose went upstairs and went to the terrace]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Rose: Thank you…&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Don’t mention it.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Your parents like me. It feels good. (&lt;em&gt;Smiling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Hero:&lt;em&gt; (Smiling)&lt;/em&gt; They don’t care if you’re poor. You have a pleasing personality and that matters to them.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Aaaw.. &lt;em&gt;(Touched)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Here’s my 1st gift for you… &lt;em&gt;(Open the box and took the necklace)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Rose: Omo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Hero put on the necklace in Rose’ neck]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero: It looks good on you.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Thank you. &lt;em&gt;(Touching the pendant) &lt;/em&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Is that a yes? &lt;em&gt;(Smiling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Rose: Aigoo… I can’t say no to my Hero.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: &lt;em&gt;(Stood up and jumping)&lt;/em&gt; Woo! Yes!&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Jae! Don’t be so loud. &lt;em&gt;(Giggling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Hero: I’m so happy. &lt;em&gt;(Kiss her)&lt;/em&gt; This is the most memorable Christmas in my entire life. Merry Christmas, Rose.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Merry Christmas, Jae. &lt;em&gt;(Embrace him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**At Max’s house&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Im: How are you Changmin? I heard you had an accident. &lt;em&gt;(Worried)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Max: I’m okay now `sungmo. Thanks to your lovely daughter. &lt;em&gt;(Hold Jen’s hand)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Jen blushed]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Mr. Shim: I thought my son won’t recover but thanks to Jen he’s fine now.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Shim: Thank you Jen. (&lt;em&gt;Smiling)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: (&lt;em&gt;blushing&lt;/em&gt;) Don’t mention it `sungmo.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Im: It’s good to see you together again. My daughter is always blooming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Everyone laughed while Jen was blushing]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(After eating, Jen and Max decided to go to the garden)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Max: Merry Christmas, my flower lady.&lt;br /&gt;♫Playing Flower Lady♫&lt;br /&gt;Jen: (&lt;em&gt;Blushing&lt;/em&gt;) Merry Christmas. I had fun tonight with our parents.&lt;br /&gt;Max: Me too. Jen I have something for you.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: What is it?&lt;br /&gt;Max: Close your eyes first.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Fine. &lt;em&gt;*Giggling* (She closed her eyes)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Max took a ring, took Jen’s hand and put it on her finger. Jen opened her eyes.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jen: Omo! (&lt;em&gt;Looking at her finger&lt;/em&gt;) Changmin… &lt;em&gt;(Embrace him tightly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Max: As long as you wear this ring, I’m sure that you still love me. I have one too. &lt;em&gt;(Raise his left hand)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Jen: Owww… &lt;em&gt;(Sweet smile)&lt;/em&gt;You’re so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Max: I’ll aways love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Jen cried. Max wiped her tears then kissed her.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**At Xiah’s house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Kim: Junsu, someone called while you’re out.&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Who is it `omoni?&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Kim: I can’t understand her but I told her to call again.&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: So she’s a girl?&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Kim: Ye. Come, let’s eat.&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Merry Christmas `omoni. (&lt;em&gt;Kiss his mother&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Kim: I love you son. (&lt;em&gt;Sweet smile&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[While eating…]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Xiah: `Aboji, how’s your work today?&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Kim: It’s okay son. I’m busy with important papers.&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: How about my `omoni?&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Kim: I’m fine.&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: `omoni… `aboji… Merry Christmas. I will be a good son to you, promise.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Kim: Son, is that you? (&lt;em&gt;Laughs&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: `aboji, I’m serious.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Kim: Okay. Don’t break that promise. (&lt;em&gt;Smile)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;Phone rings…]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Mrs. Kim answered the phone.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Kim: `Yoboseyo. Who is this?&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: This is Yuki. Can I speak to Junsu please? `sungmo…&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Kim: Wait for a moment…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[She called Xiah]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Mrs. Kim:Junsu, you have a phone call.&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Who is it? Tell him to call later.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Kim: It’s a girl. Her name is Yuki. I’ll tell her to call back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Xiah’s eyes grew big and his heart was beating so fast]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Xiah: `omma! Wait. I’ll talk to her. (&lt;em&gt;Stood up and run)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Kim: Ah?! Something special eh? (&lt;em&gt;Pass the phone&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: (&lt;em&gt;Take the phone&lt;/em&gt;) Yes.&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Yuki?&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Merry Christmas, Junsu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Xiah didn’t reply]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Junsu? Junsu? Are you still there?&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Ha? Yuki! I miss you…&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Oh really? It’s so surprising to hear that from you. I miss you too.&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Merry Christmas Yuki-chan &lt;em&gt;(Sweet voice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Yuki: You’re so different.I wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Really? Maybe because it’s a holiday, I’m giving some love this Christmas. &lt;em&gt;(Laughs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Yuki: Really? I hope it’s always Christmas so that you’ll love me.&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Eh? Yuki, I need to tell you something…&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: What is it? Wait, I need to hang up now. `Oba-san needs me. Bye Junsu. I love you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yuki hung up]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;**toot…toot…toot**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Xiah: I love you too Yuki-chan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2096909895189497911-8924135115295013016?l=mistlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8924135115295013016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2096909895189497911&amp;postID=8924135115295013016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/8924135115295013016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/8924135115295013016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/2008/12/chapter-17-icing-on-cake-christmas.html' title='Chapter 17: Icing on the Cake (Christmas Special)'/><author><name>Merliam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17059086332590656529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SV0H0_-M9RI/AAAAAAAAADs/UrXVh46ZM5s/s72-c/Chap17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096909895189497911.post-8078363186061030076</id><published>2008-12-21T00:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T02:06:01.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 16: Heartaches</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SU0bcMgvWAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VifcJGeVevY/s1600-h/Chap16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281908109184292866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SU0bcMgvWAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VifcJGeVevY/s320/Chap16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SU0bcMgvWAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VifcJGeVevY/s1600-h/Chap16.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**1:00 pm at the Airport&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: I’d better go now.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Wait! Junsu is not yet here.&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: It’s okay. I really need to go now.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: You will not wait for him?&lt;br /&gt;Max: He’ll come.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Just wait.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Please?&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Okay. 5 min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**At Xiah’s house&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Should I go or not?&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: I think you should go. What if she’s not coming back? What will you do?&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Eh? If I go there, I won’t allow her to leave.&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: If you love her, it’s a must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Xiah think for awhile]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Thanks bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[He hurriedly took a shower and wore his clothes.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Xiah: Are you coming with me?&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: No. I don’t want to see Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Are you sure?&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Ye. I’ll leave after I finish reading this.&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: I should leave first. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[He drove fast to the airport]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**At the Airport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: &lt;em&gt;(Sighed)&lt;/em&gt; Five min is over. I’ll go now.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Then take care.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Don’t forget us, okay?&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Okay. I’ll send an email every week.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: We’re expecting that. &lt;em&gt;(Embrace Yuki)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Where is Junsu? &lt;em&gt;(Looking around)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Max: I hope he can get here before Yuki leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*(Yuki left them. After she left, Xiah arrived.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: &lt;em&gt;(Gasping for air)&lt;/em&gt; Where’s Yuki?&lt;br /&gt;Rose: She just left.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: She waited for you.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: You’re late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Xiah’s strength was gone. He suddenly sat and looked down.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Xiah: I wasn’t able to confess my love for her.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: It’s okay. &lt;em&gt;(Tapping his shoulder)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Max: She told us that she loves you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Xiah cried]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**The next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max: Are you okay?&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: I’m not okay. Now, I’m starting to hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;Max: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: When I learned how to value someone, the girl I love suddenly left me hanging.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: If only you confess earlier…&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: It’s too late, she’s gone. &lt;em&gt;(Look down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**Lunch break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Paris was about to enter the canteen but she saw someone at the garden.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris: Excuse me?&lt;br /&gt;Micky: Yes?&lt;br /&gt;Paris: Why you’re so alone?&lt;br /&gt;Micky: Nothing. I don’t have friends here, only one.&lt;br /&gt;Paris: Who?&lt;br /&gt;Micky: My childhood friend, Rose.&lt;br /&gt;Paris: Oh! Rose. I know her. By the way, I’m Paris Han and you are?&lt;br /&gt;Micky: Yoochun Park. Nice to meet you, Paris. How did you know Rose?&lt;br /&gt;Paris: She went to Yunho’s house with Hero. Are they together?&lt;br /&gt;Micky: Not yet. They can’t be together.&lt;br /&gt;Paris: Why? They look good together.&lt;br /&gt;Micky: I love her since we’re little. I promised to take good care of her no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;Paris: Wow &lt;em&gt;(Surprised)&lt;/em&gt;. You’re so loyal to her.&lt;br /&gt;Micky: Don’t tell anyone okay?&lt;br /&gt;Paris: Okay. We can be friends right?&lt;br /&gt;Micky: Right. Why are you here? &lt;em&gt;(Puzzled)&lt;/em&gt; You’re not a student here, are you?&lt;br /&gt;Paris: Oh! About that… I’m here because I need to give this &lt;em&gt;(talking bout the lunch box)&lt;/em&gt; to my fiancé, Yunho.&lt;br /&gt;Micky: So you’re Yunho’s fiancée? Do you love him?&lt;br /&gt;Paris: Dunno. I like him but he likes someone else. &lt;em&gt;(Sighs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Micky: He loves Lovely more than his life. I guess we have the same situation here. (Laughs)&lt;br /&gt;Paris: &lt;em&gt;(Laughing)&lt;/em&gt; Ye, you’re right. Oh! Yoochun, I need to go now. See you tomorrow! Here, okay?&lt;br /&gt;Micky: Okay, count me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**At the canteen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Where did you go? You’re 5 minutes late.&lt;br /&gt;Paris: My bad. Oppa…&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: What?&lt;br /&gt;Paris: Stop treating me like you little sister. I’m your fiancée not your sister. Here &lt;em&gt;(Give the lunch box)&lt;/em&gt; I need to go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Paris left]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yunho: Paris! Wait for me. Let me explain.&lt;em&gt; (Followed her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**At Lovely’s table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Lovely…&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: He only do that to me &lt;em&gt;(Teary eyes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Rose: What?&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: He’s going to call my name and run afterwards. I miss him so much. &lt;em&gt;(A tear roll down from her eyes.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: It’s time for you to talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Are you sure?&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Ye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**Outside the canteen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Paris, I’m sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Paris: It’s okay. I guess I can’t replace her in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: I love her so much but I’ll marry you. I’ll try to…&lt;br /&gt;Paris: No, don’t force yourself. &lt;em&gt;(Turn around and leave)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Lovely saw them. She was about to leave but Yunho saw her.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Yunho…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yunho just stared at her]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Lovely: Can we talk? About us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yunho walked towards her and whispered something to her ear]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yunho: Us? There’s no more us. You cause me so much pain Lovely &lt;em&gt;*whispering*.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yunho was about to leave when Lovely speak out]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Lovely: Wait! I’m the one who is hurt. You hurt me so much.&lt;em&gt; *crying*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho:&lt;em&gt; (Not facing her)&lt;/em&gt; I tried to fix this relationship. I said that I’ll fight for you but it’s enough. You gave up first so it’s time for me to give up too. (He’s controlling his tears)&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Yunho! Yunho.&lt;em&gt; *crying*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yunho left her]&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2096909895189497911-8078363186061030076?l=mistlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8078363186061030076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2096909895189497911&amp;postID=8078363186061030076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/8078363186061030076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/8078363186061030076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/2008/12/chapter-16-heartaches.html' title='Chapter 16: Heartaches'/><author><name>Merliam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17059086332590656529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SU0bcMgvWAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VifcJGeVevY/s72-c/Chap16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096909895189497911.post-6727090989021478891</id><published>2008-12-20T23:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T01:53:12.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 15: Labor of Love (Kim Junsu's Birthday Special)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SU0XYfeM5MI/AAAAAAAAAAs/02HKZuJzmtA/s1600-h/Chap15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281903647507932354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SU0XYfeM5MI/AAAAAAAAAAs/02HKZuJzmtA/s320/Chap15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**A day before Xiah’s birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Girls, let’s forget our love problem first and help me to make a birthday party for Junsu.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: I guess your right.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: You know already his favorite food right?&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Ye and some of it are junk foods. Gross!&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Just cook for him. Let’s have a small party.&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Good idea. I’m planning to buy a couple clothes. Is that ok? Will he like it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rose: Erm? Lovely?&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Of course. It would be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Lovely accompanied Yuki to pick some nice clothes while Rose and Jen talked to Max, Hero and Yunho.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Just pretend that you forgot his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Max: Actually we’ll treat him tomorrow in a bar.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: What? I hope it will not happen…&lt;br /&gt;Max: Sshh. I will not do anything to hurt you again. Fine, we’re going to his surprise party.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Are you going?&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Ye. Your friend will go too?&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Yoochun? Ye, he’s coming too. My mother told him.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: What? He’s going to stick around. (Laughs)&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: I’ll try to come or maybe I’ll be late. Oh. I need to fetch Paris. I’ll go now.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: When did he start to care to that girl?&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**December 15, Xiah’s Birthday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Lunch break, Xiah was alone in their usual table)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Xiah: It’s my birthday today. They keep on ignoring me. Did they forget my birthday? (Sad face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yuki saw him and walked towards him.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Hi!&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Just hi?&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: You’re sad.&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: No.&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: You’re not telling the truth.&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Well… I should be happy today.&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Ooh, then I’ll stay here with you.&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Thanks. (Weak smile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**At their Classroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: We’re going later right?&lt;br /&gt;Max: No. I have to work on something.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: I’ll accompany my mother in a mall.&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: I have a date with Paris.&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: What?! I’ll be going there alone. I can’t believe you guys.&lt;br /&gt;[Xiah felt alone because no one remembered his birthday]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**After class&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max: We’re going. I’m sorry. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Next time bro.&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Take care. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;[They left]&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: (sad face) If I know this will happen, I should have stay home.&lt;br /&gt;[Yuki took a sit beside him]&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Junsu!&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Yuki (Didn’t look at her)&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Are you okay?&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: No, I mean yes.&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Since your friends left you, I’ll accompany you.&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Thanks. (Pinch her cheeks)&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Gaah~! (Grab his hands) Let’s go.&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Where are we going?&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Somewhere. (Smile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[They’ve decided to walk. While walking…]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Xiah: Yuki…&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Mm?&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Thank you so much.&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Ooh. It’s nothing… Why it is so cold? (Brrr~!)&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Really? Here. (Remove his jacket) Wear this.&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Thanks. (Smiling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Xiah hold her hands]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Mm? Let’s go to my house.&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Oka-san wants to meet you.&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Really? Okay. It’s fine with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**At Yuki’s house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Why so dark?&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Ooh. Maybe `oka-san went to the mall for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Ooh.&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Let’s go inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[When he opened the door, someone opened the light and he saw max and the rest.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♫Happy Birthday Junsu… Happy Birthday Junsu…Happy Birthday…Happy&lt;br /&gt;Birthday… Happy Birthday to you! ♫&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Xiah: So this is the reason why you’re ignoring me today. (Tears of joy) Thanks guys. I should have known that.&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: See? Everyone loves you so don’t be sad.&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: I thought you forgot my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[One by one, they come to Xiah and embrace him]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: (still crying) Thank you very much for this surprise party.&lt;br /&gt;Micky: Happy Birthday Junsu.&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Thank you. Hope you can hang out with us.&lt;br /&gt;Micky: Sure. If that’s fine with Changmin, Jaejoong and Yunho.&lt;br /&gt;Max: Of course. You’re welcome in our group.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Junsu! Stop crying. You look horrible.&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Did I just said that to you?&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: (Laughs) Happy Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Max: We’ll never forget your birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: We’re brothers right?&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Ye. By the way, where’s Yunho?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Lovely overheard them]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hero: He’s not here yet. He fetch Paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Someone knocked on the door and opened it.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Bro, Happy Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[They went inside and Lovely saw Yunho holding Paris’ hand]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paris: Happy Birthday Junsu. (Give the gift to Xiah) It’s from me and Yunho. (Smile)&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Thanks. Are you hungry? Suit yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yunho and Paris went to the table. Yuki, Rose, Jen and Lovely were there]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yunho: (Looking at Lovely) Hi…&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Hi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yunho took a plate, put some food and gave it to Paris]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yunho: Here. Let’s eat outside.&lt;br /&gt;Paris: Thanks. We’re sharing in this plate?&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Ye. Let’s go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[When they left…]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Lovely, he’s strange, isn’t it? He just said Hi and ignored you.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Maybe…&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: He’s always with Paris lately.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: I don’t know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**12:00 AM . They’ve decided to go home but Xiah chose to stay for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Xiah: Thank you for this party.&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: You’re always welcome. Here’s my gift for you.&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: (opened it up) Omo! A couple clothes?&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Hai! The other one is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Took the other one and smiled]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Yuki, I’m sorry if I can’t love you back. Not now…&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: It’s fine. I’m going back to Japan today.&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: (Now facing Yuki) Why?!&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: My `oba-san is sick. I need to go back. I’m going to miss you. (Touching his face)&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: (Holding Yuki’s hand in his face) How about your studies? How about…&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: (Weak smile) How about?&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: How about me?&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: (Smile) You told me once that you want me to stay.&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Ye. But I think I can’t force you to stay.&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: I can’t promise to be back… (Starting to cry)&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: (Embrace her) Don’t cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[They talked for a long time]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Xiah: When is your flight?&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Today, 3pm&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: You must sleep now. Take a rest.&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: No. I want to spend my last day here in Korea with you.&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Okay. Your wish is my command.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[It’s already 4am when Xiah decided to go home]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Bye.&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Take care Junsu. I will miss you.&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: I will miss you too.&lt;br /&gt;[Xiah kissed her]&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: What’s that for?&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: You kissed me twice before.&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: So?&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: It’s a man thing to do that. You know what I mean right?&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Right… well bye.&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Erm. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Xiah left and Yuki was still looking at his direction]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2096909895189497911-6727090989021478891?l=mistlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6727090989021478891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2096909895189497911&amp;postID=6727090989021478891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/6727090989021478891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/6727090989021478891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/2008/12/chapter-15-labor-of-love-kim-junsus.html' title='Chapter 15: Labor of Love (Kim Junsu&apos;s Birthday Special)'/><author><name>Merliam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17059086332590656529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SU0XYfeM5MI/AAAAAAAAAAs/02HKZuJzmtA/s72-c/Chap15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096909895189497911.post-2275825595360739511</id><published>2008-12-20T23:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T01:50:58.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 14: Ice Cold</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SU0TiYFaQiI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rg5ASxoerQ4/s1600-h/Chap14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281899419277083170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SU0TiYFaQiI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rg5ASxoerQ4/s320/Chap14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**At the Lobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Max: So… Jaejoong and Rose will go to Yunho’s place and the rest will go to Lovely’s place.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Okay. Let’s go. We need to fix this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**At Yunho’s House&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris: Oppa~!&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Stay away from me &lt;em&gt;(Pushing her)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Jung: Yunho! Do you see yourself?! You look horrible. Fix yourself first and be good to Paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Paris went out to see who ringed the door bell]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yunho: I don’t care. Look, I don’t want to marry her. I don’t love her. I only love my Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Jung: Jung Yunho! We’ve talked about this.&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Ye but umma…&lt;br /&gt;Paris: `omoni, Yunho’s classmates are here.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Jung: Jaejoong! How are you?&lt;br /&gt;Hero: I’m fine `sungmo. This is rose.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Good evening `sungmo.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Jung: Good evening. What do you like to eat?&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Anything.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Jung: Okay. I’ll leave you for awhile. Paris, come with me.&lt;br /&gt;Paris: Ye `omoni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Yunho, Hero and Rose went upstairs.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Yunho’s room&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Take a sit.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: &lt;em&gt;(Sits down)&lt;/em&gt; What really happened? Why so sudden?&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Do you still love her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yunho stood up]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: You know that I really love Lovely. She will be my first and last love.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Eh? Then why you’re engage to that girl?&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Her name is Paris. My mother wants this engagement thing. She’s mad at Lovely’s mom so she wants to hurt my girl.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Lovely know this right?&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: No. I was about to tell her but she saw the ring…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**Meanwhile, Max and the rest arrived at Lovely’s house.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: `sungmo, Good evening. Where’s Lovely?&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Jeong: She’s upstairs. She locked her room and she’s not eating since she got back. It’s good to see you here. She needs you.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Can we go to her room?&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Jeong: Ye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[They went upstairs and went to her room]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Jen knocked)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Lovely? Can we go inside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[No answer]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Are you okay?&lt;br /&gt;Max: Lovely…&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Please open the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Lovely opened the door]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jen: Lovely! &lt;em&gt;(Hug her)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Your eyes are swollen. &lt;em&gt;(Hug her too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Xiah: You’ll look ugly.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: &lt;em&gt;(Smile)&lt;/em&gt; I was surprised to see you here. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;Max: We want to talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: About what?&lt;br /&gt;Jen: About Yunho and you.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: No. I don’t want to hear his name.&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Please. Let’s talk about this.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Fine. 10 min is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[They form a circle in Lovely’s room]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Now what?&lt;br /&gt;Jen: You break up with him?&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Not yet.&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: So you want to break up with him?&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**At Yunho’s House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hero: What if she’ll break up with you?&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: I won’t allow that to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**Lovely’s House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Lovely: Even if he won’t allow me to break up with him I will insist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: I don’t care if she insists, I won’t allow her.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: You really love each other.&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Ye. I’ll fight for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Ye. &lt;em&gt;*sob*&lt;/em&gt; But I can’t fight for him. &lt;em&gt;(Crying)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(After 1 hour Hero and Rose said their goodbyes, same with Max and the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**At Yunho’s place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero: We’re going.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Don’t worry. We’ll help you.&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Thanks. I’ll talk to my mother too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(They left)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**At Hero’s car&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero: I’ll drive you home.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: What can I do? I’m here already. &lt;em&gt;(Laughs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Hero: If I know, you’re really happy to be with me.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: You’re really a psychic.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: I knew it from the very start.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: By the way, what did you wish for?&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Me? Honest answer?&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Of course.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: To be with you.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Jae…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**At Rose’ house&lt;br /&gt;[♫Playing Hug♫] &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Take care.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Thanks. Rose…&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Mm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Hero kissed her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Rose: &lt;em&gt;(Shocked)&lt;/em&gt; A friendly kiss?&lt;br /&gt;Hero: No, this time it’s a lover’s kiss.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Oh &lt;em&gt;(Blushing) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero: I should get going. Bye. &lt;em&gt;(Hug her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Rose: &lt;em&gt;(Still hugging him)&lt;/em&gt; See you tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: &lt;em&gt;(Hold Rose’ shoulders and push her a bit)&lt;/em&gt; Definitely. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Bye.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Bye. &lt;em&gt;(Holding her hands)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Rose: Bye &lt;em&gt;(Smiling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Hero: Bye.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Jae, there’s still tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Ye. I get that. &lt;em&gt;(Turn around and walked)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Hero went back and stole a kiss]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Bye &lt;em&gt;(Blushing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Rose: Jae! Take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Rose went inside and her heart was beating so fast, it can burst anytime.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**The next day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lovely went to school early in the morning. She wants to think about what happened. She saw Yunho and she hurriedly went to her seat. Yunho stood up.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[♫Playing Forgotten Season♫] &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: &lt;em&gt;(Approach her)&lt;/em&gt; Let’s talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[She didn’t answer]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: &lt;em&gt;(Sits down in Jen’s chair and drag the chair near her)&lt;/em&gt; Talk to me, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Still not answering]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yunho: I’m so sorry. &lt;em&gt;(Take Lovely’s hand and hold it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Lovely removed his hands]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yunho: Just let me explain. My mother wants…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[She covered her ears]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: My mother wants to hurt you so she let me engage to Paris. I don’t love her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Still covering her ears]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yunho: Lovely! Don’t be so childish. You’re hurting yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Their classmates were starting to enter the room. Yunho stood up and went back to his chair]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(While their professor was discussing, Xiah and Yunho were chatting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yunho: Junsu, help me. I really miss her but she’s avoiding me. I’m getting hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: &lt;em&gt;(Laughing softly)&lt;/em&gt; She still loves you, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: But why she’s like that? She’s back to her old self.&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: You flirt with Paris and see if Lovely will be jealous. It always works on women.&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Are you sure?&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Yes. I’m 100% sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**Lunch Break. At the Canteen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Paris arrived, holding a small lunch box for Yunho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Lovely: She’s here again. &lt;em&gt;(Hit the table)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris: Yunho-oppa~!&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: &lt;em&gt;(Stood up and hold her hands)&lt;/em&gt; What’s that?&lt;br /&gt;Paris: &lt;em&gt;(Surprised because of Yunho’s actions)&lt;/em&gt; Ah. I made this lunch for you. You like this right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[While passing at Lovely’s table]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Ye. You’re so sweet. I hope you‘ll always do this for me.&lt;br /&gt;Paris: Oh. I’ll always do this for you. &lt;em&gt;(Childlike voice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Lovely heard them and copied her]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Lovely: Oh! I’ll always do this for you. &lt;em&gt;(Fake laughs)&lt;/em&gt; Loser!&lt;br /&gt;Jen: I thought he didn’t like that girl.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Ye. She’s not his type.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Rose!&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Err~! Another flirting and I will start a girl fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**At Yunho’s table&lt;br /&gt;(Hero, Max and Xiah just stared at the 2 of them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yunho: Feed me. My hands hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Paris: &lt;em&gt;(Took the chopsticks)&lt;/em&gt; Sure.&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Yummy! &lt;em&gt;(Pinch her nose)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Xiah wanted to laugh while Max and Hero were puzzled)&lt;br /&gt;[Yuki saw them]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Omo! Did you see that?!&lt;br /&gt;Jen: See what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yuki point them out by her lips. 3 of them looked]&lt;br /&gt;**They saw Yunho and Paris laughing, joking and tickling each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Lovely: I’ve had it! &lt;em&gt;(Stood up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Approaching Yunho’s table]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hero: Yunho, Lovely is coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yunho ignored him.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Lovely: Jung Yunho!&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: What?&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Why are you flirting with her?! Why? We’re not yet done. I didn’t tell you that we’re over.&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: &lt;em&gt;(Smirking)&lt;/em&gt; So it means that you still love me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[She didn’t answer]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yunho stood up and grab her waist]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yunho: Tell me the truth. You still love me right? &lt;em&gt;(Smirking)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: &lt;em&gt;(Trying to let go but Yunho clasp her)&lt;/em&gt; Yunho! Let go of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yunho tried to kiss her cheeks but she slapped him and run]&lt;br /&gt;(Paris stood up and walked while wiping her tears)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yunho: &lt;em&gt;(Run towards her and grab her hands) &lt;/em&gt;I…&lt;br /&gt;Paris: I need time to be alone (weak smile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Yunho went back to their table and ate his lunch) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2096909895189497911-2275825595360739511?l=mistlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2275825595360739511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2096909895189497911&amp;postID=2275825595360739511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/2275825595360739511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/2275825595360739511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/2008/12/chapter-14-ice-cold.html' title='Chapter 14: Ice Cold'/><author><name>Merliam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17059086332590656529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SU0TiYFaQiI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rg5ASxoerQ4/s72-c/Chap14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096909895189497911.post-3084858630630665210</id><published>2008-12-20T23:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T01:39:29.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 13: Love-struck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SU0QMYom_VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8TFOWCyuMh8/s1600-h/Chap13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281895742932712786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SU0QMYom_VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8TFOWCyuMh8/s320/Chap13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;** Hero saw Lovely running then she accidently bumped him but she didn’t looked at him.&lt;br /&gt;*** At their classroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Yunho! &lt;em&gt;(Walk towards Yunho)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[He saw Yunho’s face. He’s so depressed.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hero: What happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yunho didn’t answer. Hero looked at his classmate but the class didn’t speak and opt to stay quiet.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**Lunch Break.&lt;br /&gt;***At the Library&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose: I wonder what happened to Lovely. I hope she’s okay.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Maybe she’s moping right now. I’m also worried about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Jen’s phone vibrates.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Rose, I need to go. Changmin is looking for me. See you later.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Okay. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Rose was trying to read for her next class but she can’t focus. She sighed.]&lt;br /&gt;*(Someone entered the Library)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily: Excuse me, are you Ms. Rose Park?&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Yes, I am.&lt;br /&gt;Emily: &lt;em&gt;(Look at the chair next to Rose)&lt;/em&gt; May I?&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Sure.&lt;br /&gt;Emily: &lt;em&gt;(Take a sit)&lt;/em&gt; I’ll introduce myself. My name is Emily. I am the girlfriend of Jaejoong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Rose suddenly felt anxious]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Emily: My boyfriend just broke up with me. Do you know why?&lt;br /&gt;Rose: No. Actually I haven’t talked to him for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Emily: Really? &lt;em&gt;(Sarcastic)&lt;/em&gt; because rumors say that you have an affair with him!&lt;br /&gt;Librarian: Silence please!&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Let’s talk outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**Outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose: I am not having an affair with your boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Emily: Liar! &lt;em&gt;(She slapped Rose)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Rose threw her book and hit Emily’s face]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*(They started to have a girl fight. People were starting to gather around.]&lt;br /&gt;[Hero saw Emily]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Emily!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[He pulled Emily and he helped Rose to stand]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Are you okay? &lt;em&gt;(Worried)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose: My face hurts a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: &lt;em&gt;(Look at Emily)&lt;/em&gt; Emily, what are you doing here?&lt;br /&gt;Emily: I want you back. Let’s get back together.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: I told you we’re done already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Hero took Rose’ hand and leave]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hero: Rose, I’m sorry about that. You’re hurt again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[They look at each other]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hero: Rose…&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Jae, every time we’re together I always get hurt. Maybe we should… &lt;em&gt;(Turn around)&lt;/em&gt; avoid each other. Go back to Emily.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: But you’re hurt…&lt;br /&gt;Rose: I can handle myself…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Rose walked slowly]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Rose, do you really mean it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Rose stopped walking]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hero: You want me to stay away from you?&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Jaejoong… &lt;em&gt;(Now facing Hero)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Rose, answer my questions.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Why? Is it really important for me to answer your questions?&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Yes it is.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Do you like me?! Do you love me?! No because I’m not your type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Hero just stared at her]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Rose: See?! You can’t speak because it’s true. I am poor, Jae. You’ll never love a girl like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Hero wanted to speak so…]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hero: Are you done?&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Not yet but…&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Listen first. I don’t care if the girl I love is poor. I’m not a choosy lover. Yes, you heard it right. I love you Rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(He looked down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Rose: When did it start?&lt;em&gt; (Soft voice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Hero: Dunno. When you enter my life I changed. I became cheerful, laughed a lot and love a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Jae, I know that you know my answer.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: That you love me too…&lt;br /&gt;Rose: &lt;em&gt;(Smiled)&lt;/em&gt; No but yes.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: &lt;em&gt;(Laughing softly)&lt;/em&gt; You’re just waiting for me to confess my feelings. &lt;em&gt;(Pinch her nose)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose: I can’t confess my love to you because you have a girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: That’s the reason why I broke up with her. I chose you.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Then I’m lucky. &lt;em&gt;(Smile)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Let’s go back but fix yourself first…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[♫Playing Hug♫]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**At their classroom…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Are you okay?&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Ye. &lt;em&gt;(Smiling)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Wow. Why? You talked with Jaejoong?&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Ye and…&lt;br /&gt;Jen: And? Spill it. Please. Please.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Jae loves me. &lt;em&gt;(Whispering)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Jen screamed and their classmates looked at them. Hero, Xiah and Max looked at them]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Max: SssHhh! Quiet!&lt;em&gt; (Winked)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen:&lt;em&gt; (Blushing)&lt;/em&gt; Sorry…&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Jen! Don’t be so loud.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: &lt;em&gt;(Giggling)&lt;/em&gt; Wow. We have cute love stories. I have Changmin, You have Jaejoong, Lovely have Yunho and Yuki have Junsu. But…&lt;br /&gt;Rose: But what? Oh! Because Yunho got engaged to a…&lt;br /&gt;Jen: To a rich girl named Paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yuki stood up. She walked towards them and took a sit on Lovely’s armchair]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yuki: Let’s go to Lovely’s house. She needs us.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Ye. Let’s go after class.&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: How ‘bout you Jen?&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Come with us.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: I’ll ask Changmin about it first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Jen went to Max]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: I can’t go with you today.&lt;br /&gt;Max: Why? &lt;em&gt;(Holding her hands)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Mm? We’ll go to Lovely’s house today. You know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Max looked at Xiah and Hero]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Max: We’re going with you. We’ll talk to her then go to Yunho’s place.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: I’ll go to his house. Jen, tell Rose to accompany me.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Okay. I’ll tell her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Jent went back]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Rose, Jaejoong asked me to tell you that you’re going with him in Yunho’s house.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(After class they gathered around in the Lobby)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2096909895189497911-3084858630630665210?l=mistlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3084858630630665210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2096909895189497911&amp;postID=3084858630630665210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/3084858630630665210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/3084858630630665210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/2008/12/chapter-13-love-struck.html' title='Chapter 13: Love-struck'/><author><name>Merliam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17059086332590656529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SU0QMYom_VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8TFOWCyuMh8/s72-c/Chap13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096909895189497911.post-6425640069459333471</id><published>2008-12-20T23:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T01:30:55.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 12: Strength to Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SU0OhbQwCQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GE048zhNm6k/s1600-h/Chap12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281893905391945986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SU0OhbQwCQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GE048zhNm6k/s320/Chap12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**The next day. At the rooftop…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: It’s good to see Changmin again. I was terrified because of the accident.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Ye. He also settled his relationship with Jen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yunho’s phone rang]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Yoboseyo `sungmo?&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Who’s that?&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Your mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Wait.&lt;em&gt; (Turn around)&lt;/em&gt; Yes `sungmo. She’s working right now. That’s impossible. Sure. I’ll go talk to her. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yunho faced Lovely again]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Why did my mom called?&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: It’s about the jewelry my mom bought.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: So what’s the problem?&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: About the check… Wait. I’m going to call my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Lovely heard Yunho’s conversation with his mom]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Jung: What are they trying to imply?! That we are a cheater?!&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Anio. Maybe there’s a problem with the bank.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Jung: It’s impossible. Mrs. Jeong’s daughter is your classmate right?&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Omma, she’s my girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Jung: What?! You tell Mrs. Jeong to cancel my order and I don’t want to see you with her daughter. With in this week, I want you to break up with her or else you’re dead.&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: But… &lt;em&gt;(His mother hung up)&lt;/em&gt; Omma! Arrgghh!&lt;br /&gt;[Yunho heard Lovely]&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Lovely…&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Uhm… Mm?&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: How long you’ve been there?&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Mm?&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: You’re listening…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[He pulled Lovely closer to him.]&lt;br /&gt;[Lovely smiled]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yunho: I’m sorry ‘bout my mom.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: It’s fine. What will I do? She’s mad at me.&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Don’t mind her. I won’t let her interfere in our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: But what if she do something wrong to you. I don’t want this to happen because of me.&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Mm? Are you trying to push me away?&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Of course not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yunho laughed]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Lovely: I want to be with you always but…&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Sshh… I won’t let anything happen to you. You are my life now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[And then they kissed]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**At Yunho’s house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Jung: Yunho! Yunho! &lt;em&gt;(Went out from the kitchen)&lt;/em&gt; Yunho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(He’s at the middle of the stairs then he looked back)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Mrs. Jung: It’s late! You’re with your greedy girlfriend again.&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: I always get home at this time. You don’t know because you’re always not here.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Jung: Now you’re answering back in that tone. Go to your room! You’re grounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yunho was about to open his door]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Mrs. Jung: And give me your phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yunho threw his phone from the 2nd floor and went inside his room]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: &lt;em&gt;(Opened his laptop)&lt;/em&gt; I hope she’s online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[He’s trying to connect but there’s no connection]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yunho: What the?! Even the internet…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[He stood up and laid in his bed]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** At Lovely’s house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Lovely: &lt;em&gt;(Sitting in her bed)&lt;/em&gt; Mm? Why he’s not texting me? Maybe he’s moping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[She dialed Yunho’s number but it’s unattended]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: I hope he’s okay…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**The next day…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Changmin, do you know where’s Yunho?&lt;br /&gt;Max: Maybe he’s absent.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Why? &lt;em&gt;(Worried)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Max: I’m going to ask you that. I didn’t see him not even his shadow.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: He didn’t bother to text me yesterday or even call. What happen to him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Day passed, Yunho didn’t go to school. Even the next day… and so on…]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Lovely… what’s our assignment in Chemistry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Lovely was staring blankly]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Lovely! Lovely! Hey!&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Ha? &lt;em&gt;(Shocked)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Rose: Lovely, are you okay? Do you have a problem?&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Ye. I’m worried. Yunho is still absent and I have no news about him. &lt;em&gt;(Teary eyes)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Max suddenly shouts]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max: Yunho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Lovely looked at the door]&lt;br /&gt;[Yunho smiled]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Yunho! &lt;em&gt;(Stood up)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: &lt;em&gt;(Look at Lovely but he’s not smiling. He walk towards Lovely)&lt;/em&gt; How are you?&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Me?! I should ask that. You’re absent for a week. What happened to you?&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Mm? Are you okay?&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Ye. How about you? Are you sick again?&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Anio. I’m fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yunho was staring at her]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Don’t look at me like that. (&lt;em&gt;Looked down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Yunho: (Took her chin, look at her closely and lift her face) Wait. I want to see your face closely. I want to memorize it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yunho looked at her face for 3 minutes then he hugged her tightly]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Lovely: What’s with you today?&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: &lt;em&gt;(Still hugging her)&lt;/em&gt;Nothing. When did the last time I embrace you this long?&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Let me think… Mm?&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Lovely, no matter what happens, I want you to know that I love you so much. I will love you till I die.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Yunho. Stop it. You’re scaring me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yunho kissed her forehead]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Suddenly, someone entered the room. There’s silence and everybody was shocked.)&lt;br /&gt;Paris: Yunho-oppa! &lt;em&gt;(Giggle)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Paris walked towards Yunho]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris: Hah! Did you hear that? Oppa, I’m learning Korean now. &lt;em&gt;(Smile) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Yunho-oppa?&lt;em&gt; (Sarcastic)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Lovely, let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Yunho, is that the reason why you’re odd today? Why? What did I do wrong? Tell me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Everybody was looking at them…]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yunho: Lovely, calm down… You didn’t do anything wrong. The problem is in me.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Yunho &lt;em&gt;(Teary eyes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Yunho: I don’t like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[He grabbed Lovely’s hand and went outside]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Lovely: Then… Why is she calling you Oppa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yunho took her hand]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yunho: Lovely, I really love you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Lovely saw his ring]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Lovely: What’s with the ring?&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Lovely went inside and looked for Paris. She took Paris’ hand and saw the same ring. Yunho followed her.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Lovely: Why you have the same ring?!&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: &lt;em&gt;(Sighed)&lt;/em&gt; We’re engaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Everybody was surprised. Lovely stared at him and slapped his face then she ran outside. (Yunho suddenly sat down and he was looking at the door where Lovely went out.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2096909895189497911-6425640069459333471?l=mistlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6425640069459333471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2096909895189497911&amp;postID=6425640069459333471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/6425640069459333471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/6425640069459333471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/2008/12/chapter-12-strength-to-love.html' title='Chapter 12: Strength to Love'/><author><name>Merliam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17059086332590656529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SU0OhbQwCQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GE048zhNm6k/s72-c/Chap12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096909895189497911.post-9081882059266200108</id><published>2008-12-02T19:13:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T01:25:22.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 9: My Other Half</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SU1Kl2EJizI/AAAAAAAAACE/1YeTOIy3r-s/s1600-h/Chap9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281959952003992370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SU1Kl2EJizI/AAAAAAAAACE/1YeTOIy3r-s/s320/Chap9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**At the garden&lt;br /&gt;(Yunho and Lovely were having a conversation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: I noticed that Jae was different today.&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: &lt;em&gt;(Shocked)&lt;/em&gt; Ha?&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Are you okay?&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: I’m okay.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: What are you thinking?&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: I am worried about Jaejoong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Lovely stood up and faced Yunho]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Lovely: What? Are you sure? So there was something? Tell me. Please?&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: I think he likes Rose.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: &lt;em&gt;(Huge eyes)&lt;/em&gt; Oh! He must confess his true feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: &lt;em&gt;(Look at Lovely)&lt;/em&gt; He has a girlfriend right?&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Right. So why are you worried?&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Jaejoong is jealous to Yoochun. He might do something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Yoochun is a good guy. &lt;em&gt;(Defensive)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yunho stood up and walked away. Lovely was left standing.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Yunho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yunho stopped walking]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yunho: Lovely, stay away from Yoochun. You’re hurting me. I can do anything to dispatch him. &lt;strong&gt;(Turn his head a little)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Lovely ran and she embraced Yunho at his back]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Lovely: I’m sorry for being insensitive. This will never happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yunho faced her and kissed her forehead]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yunho: It’s fine. Now you know that I am a jealous god. &lt;em&gt;(Laughs)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Ah! &lt;em&gt;(Hit his shoulder)&lt;/em&gt; You’re so arrogant.&lt;em&gt; (Embrace him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**In their class…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Micky hang around with Rose. He followed her wherever she went.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Micky: Rose, let’s sit together.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Sure. Sit there. &lt;em&gt;(Pointing to a vacant chair)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Micky: Thanks.&lt;em&gt; (Pinch her cheeks)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Ouch! You’re crazy. That hurts. &lt;em&gt;(Hit his jaw)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Hero saw what happened and kicked the chair beside him]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max: Are you okay?&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Ye. I just…&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Let’s start a fight. He is so annoying.&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Junsu, you’re not helping the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Their professor arrived)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Good morning class. You have a project. Get your partner first. I’ll give you 3 minutes to choose.&lt;br /&gt;Micky: Rose, will you be my partner?&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Anio! I don’t want.&lt;em&gt; (Stood up) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Rose spoke to Hero)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Rose: Jae, I want to be your partner. I mean do you have a partner?&lt;br /&gt;Hero: You slip again. (&lt;em&gt;Laughing&lt;/em&gt;) I can be your partner. I’d love to.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: (&lt;em&gt;Blushing&lt;/em&gt;) Really? Thanks! (&lt;em&gt;Return to her seat&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Micky: Rose, how ‘bout me? (&lt;em&gt;Turn around and look at Lovely&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Don’t look at me. My partner is Yunho.&lt;br /&gt;Micky: (&lt;em&gt;Hopeless&lt;/em&gt;) Jen??&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Me? Ah. Err? Y-e…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Before Jen could give her answer, Max stood up and move towards Jen]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Max: Jen, we’re partners right?&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Ah! Ye. (&lt;em&gt;Smiling&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Micky: (&lt;em&gt;Doomed&lt;/em&gt;) Yuki??&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: What?&lt;br /&gt;Micky: Do you have a partner?&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: I don’t have…&lt;br /&gt;Micky: Then we could be…&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: She’s my partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Yuki suddenly looked at Xiah]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yuki: Ooh. Junsu, are you sick? &lt;em&gt;(Touching his forehead&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: (&lt;em&gt;Smiling)&lt;/em&gt; I’m the only one who have the patience to handle you and I’m not sick.&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Bleeh! (&lt;em&gt;Speaking Japanese&lt;/em&gt;) `tsumaranai koto o yuna. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*`Don’t talk rubbish&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Xiah: What?&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Okay. 3 minutes is over.&lt;br /&gt;Micky: Sir! I don’t have a partner.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Then… &lt;em&gt;(Thinking&lt;/em&gt;) Rose will work with you.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: But my partner is Jaejoong.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: You could work as three.&lt;br /&gt;Micky: Thanks sir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Hero was annoyed already while Rose was depressed]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Lovely: It’s okay. Cheer up. Just look at the bright side.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Ye.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Silence please. You’re going to have a research. Any topic will do. You have a week to finish this.&lt;br /&gt;All: What?&lt;br /&gt;Prof: That’s all for today. Goodbye class.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Sir! Wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**Break&lt;br /&gt;(At the canteen, Micky hang out with Rose, Lovely, Jen andYuki.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[At H4’s table]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yunho: If he’s a gay it’s fine with me but he’s not.&lt;br /&gt;Max: He’s messing with the wrong person.&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Let’s be cool. Don’t show that you’re affected.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Junsu’s right. We need to control our feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[At Lovely’s table]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Micky: What do you want? I’ll treat you.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: 4 spicy noodles. Thanks Yoochun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Micky stood up and went to the counter]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: I have this feeling…&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: What do you feel?&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Changmin, Yunho, Junsu and Jeajoong are jealous.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Don’t include Jaejoong in that.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Mm? I confess. My Yunho is really jealous and…&lt;br /&gt;Rose: And what?&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: By the way, I’m worried about our project. &lt;em&gt;(Unhappy)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Why? You’re lucky because you have 2 affiliates.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Ye but I want to work with Jae alone. You know what I mean right?&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Sshh… Yoochun is coming. Let’s change our topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**After class.&lt;br /&gt;(They gathered around to talk about their project)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Yuki, let’s go. We should not be wasting our time.&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Hai! Bye girls.&lt;br /&gt;Jen, Rose, Lovely: Bye!&lt;br /&gt;Max: Jen, let’s go to my house. I have many reference books there and my mom wants to talk to you. She miss you.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Really? I miss her too. Let’s go.&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Lovely, let’s get going. It’s getting late.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Bye Rose.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Bye.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Rose, where do you want to stay?&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Dunno. My house is small.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Then let’s go to my house.&lt;br /&gt;Micky: Dude! That’s a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Hero ignored him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Rose: Let’s go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**At Hero’s house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Wow. (&lt;em&gt;Huge eyes&lt;/em&gt;) I thought you were kidding. My house has the same size of your CR.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: I told you so.&lt;br /&gt;Micky: You’re very rich.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[They started to make their project]&lt;br /&gt;(Hero gazed at Rose then Rose gazed at him.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**12:00 am&lt;br /&gt;(Micky fell asleep at the study table)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hero: You’re not yet tired?&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Anio. How about you?&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Same here. Let’s go to the terrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[They sit at the bench]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Rose: Wow. There are so many stars. Look! It’s Cassiopeia right?&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Ye. It’s my favorite constellation.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Jae! A falling star. Make a wish.&lt;br /&gt;Hero: You’re being childish. &lt;em&gt;(Smiling)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Just make a wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[They made their wish]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose: What did you wish?&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Secret.&lt;br /&gt;Rose: You’re unfair. &lt;em&gt;(Yawning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Rose laid her head in Hero’s shoulder]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hero: Rose? Still awake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[No answer]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero: I wish for you. I want to be with you Rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Hero closed his eyes and he fell asleep]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2096909895189497911-9081882059266200108?l=mistlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/feeds/9081882059266200108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2096909895189497911&amp;postID=9081882059266200108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/9081882059266200108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/9081882059266200108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/2008/12/chapter-9-my-other-half.html' title='Chapter 9: My Other Half'/><author><name>Merliam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17059086332590656529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SU1Kl2EJizI/AAAAAAAAACE/1YeTOIy3r-s/s72-c/Chap9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096909895189497911.post-1009524116155147882</id><published>2008-12-02T19:13:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T01:23:11.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 10: The Oblivion</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i295.photobucket.com/albums/mm142/merliam_05/Chap10a.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**Friday. Passing of project&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Jae, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero: You’re welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micky: Thanks bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Hero ignored him again]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Hey! Listen up. Prof. Lee has a meeting with the director so please pass your project to me okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All: Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max: Free time. Alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Changmin-oppa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max: Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Err~ Later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Ayeee. &lt;em&gt;(Teasing Max)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max: Stop that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Xiah sings “Flower Lady”]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Xiah: ♫ `Stay with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Neomu areumdaun (*`you’re so beautiful)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Shine your&lt;br /&gt;leaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Gadeuk pieonajullae naman bol su ittge &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(*`will you always bloom for me?So only I can see it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Stay&lt;br /&gt;you stay always. Stay with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Ojik nae gyeoteseo &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(*`just by my side)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiah:&lt;br /&gt;Blow my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Maeil pieonajullae pyeongsaeng nae gaseume &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(*`will you always bloom for me?Eternally in my heart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Stay you stay always ~ ` ♫&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Everybody clapped their hands]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: &lt;em&gt;(Amazed&lt;/em&gt;) Woah. You never tell me that the three of you can sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Max can sing too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: I’m so proud to be your girl. &lt;em&gt;(Smiling)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: You must be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Jae! You’re a good singer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Just once. Changmin told us to sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose: &lt;em&gt;(Surprised)&lt;/em&gt; I thought you’re just teasing Jen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Anio. It’s dedicated to Jen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose: How sweet.&lt;em&gt; (Smiling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: I like your voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: &lt;em&gt;(Smile)&lt;/em&gt; Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: I wish you’re singing for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Oh? Maybe next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Promise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: I, Kim Junsu, hereby promise to sing for Yuki-chan. &lt;em&gt;(Raising his right hand)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuki: Don’t break your promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;** (Max went to Jen)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max: Jen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Mm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max: Can we talk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Here or outside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max: In the garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[They went to the garden]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: So? Now what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max: Jen…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Jen just stared at him)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max: I know that I hurt you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Changmin…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max: Let me finish first. I regret what I did and I didn’t do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max: Jen, Do I still have a space in your heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Jen didn’t answer&lt;/strong&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max: Can you give me another chance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Changmin, I… Past is past. I… I… I still love you but I need space right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max: Why?&lt;em&gt; (A tear roll down from his eyes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: &lt;em&gt;(Teary eyes)&lt;/em&gt; I’m not yet ready. I’m afraid to get hurt again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max: I will never hurt you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Changmin… Enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Jen ran away and the rain started to pour. Max was left standing and he cried]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**At the Ladies room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Rose: Jen, what happened? Why are you crying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Rose, he wants to start again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose: O! Max?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Jen nodded]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Buy why are you crying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: I refused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose: What?! Do you still love him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Of course. But I’m afraid. What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Give him another chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: (&lt;em&gt;Look at Rose&lt;/em&gt;) I already told him…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose: (&lt;em&gt;Wipe Jen’s tears)&lt;/em&gt; You still have the chance to say yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Rose hugged her friend then Jen burst into tears]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**After class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Max immediately left the room. He went anywhere. He was drunk. He started fights.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*9:00 pm. Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jen called at Xiah’s house)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Yoboseyo? Junsu! I called at Changmin’s house. He’s not yet home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Okay. I’ll call his phone. I’ll hang up. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Xiah hung up. He dialed Changmin’s number]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ringing~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Max took his phone and turned it off]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Why did he turn it off? (&lt;em&gt;Worried&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Xiah dialed Jen’s number]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Jen, he turned off his phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Junsu I’m worried. Let’s look for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Ye. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Xiah called Hero and Yunho while Jen called Rose and Lovely]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(They looked everywhere. Then…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**2:00 am. Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Excuse me. What happened? &lt;em&gt;(Pointing to a group of people)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man1: There’s an accident ma’am. He might be dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Lovely and Yunho looked at each other, worried]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Don’t tell me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Let’s find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[They struggled at a group of people to see who it is]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Excuse me. Excuse&lt;em&gt;. (Struggling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Lovely saw Max cover with blood and he was injured badly&lt;/strong&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: &lt;em&gt;(Screaming)&lt;/em&gt; Changmin! Changmin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;Yunho checked Max’s vital signs and called for an ambulance]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**At the Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`2:30 am. Emergency Room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Xiah and Hero arrived)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Xiah: What happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: He met an accident on his way home. He lose lots of blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Hero hit the wall]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Did you call Jen and Rose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: They’re coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[After 5 mins, Jen and Rose arrived]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Where’s Changmin? Where is he? &lt;em&gt;(Hysterical)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Jen, calm down. Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: It’s my fault. &lt;em&gt;(Crying)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Rose hugged her]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Jen, don’t blame yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiah: Jen, relax. This hospital is owned by Max’s father. He won’t let Max die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[The doctor went out the Emergency room]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor Kim: Changmin is in coma. His external stimuli are unresponsive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Until when?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor Kim: It may last for a few days or for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Jen burst into tears.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2096909895189497911-1009524116155147882?l=mistlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1009524116155147882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2096909895189497911&amp;postID=1009524116155147882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/1009524116155147882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/1009524116155147882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/2008/12/chapter-10-oblivion.html' title='Chapter 10: The Oblivion'/><author><name>Merliam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17059086332590656529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096909895189497911.post-348671441498546911</id><published>2008-12-02T19:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T04:29:02.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 11: Heaven Sent</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SU1Uun0Rp8I/AAAAAAAAACM/wLsVZbsBnwY/s1600-h/Chap11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281971097914419138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SU1Uun0Rp8I/AAAAAAAAACM/wLsVZbsBnwY/s320/Chap11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SU1Uun0Rp8I/AAAAAAAAACM/wLsVZbsBnwY/s1600-h/Chap11.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**From white light&lt;br /&gt;♫Playing Love in the ice♫&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Changmin-oppa&lt;br /&gt;Max: Will you be mine?&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Ye.&lt;br /&gt;Max: I love you so much…&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Oppa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Fading…]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Back to reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jen: Oppa (&lt;em&gt;Crying&lt;/em&gt;) I’m here. Don’t leave me. &lt;em&gt;*sob*.&lt;/em&gt; We’re going to start all over again right? Oppa… &lt;em&gt;*sob*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Jen saw Max’s hand move a little]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Max: Jen…&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Changmin, &lt;em&gt;*sob*&lt;/em&gt; I’m sorry.&lt;em&gt; (Holding his hands)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Max: Don’t say sorry. It’s not your fault. (&lt;em&gt;Slowly opening his eyes&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Xiah woke up]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Xiah: Changmin! I’ll call the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Xiah ran to call for a doctor]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Max: I had a dream. You and me… (&lt;em&gt;Paused for a moment&lt;/em&gt;) We’re together again.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Then?&lt;br /&gt;Max: I don’t know. It fades but I’m so happy.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Really?&lt;br /&gt;Max: Jen?&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Yes?&lt;br /&gt;Max: We can be together again right?&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Ye. It’s not a dream after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Max smiled]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Jen went outside the room)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Jen? &lt;em&gt;(Run towards Jen&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Changmin… He recovered. Don’t worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Hero embraced Rose and Rose was surprised]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yunho: Thank God. After 2 weeks…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*After a week, Max was discharged from the hospital&lt;br /&gt;*After class, Jen went to Max’s house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Omoni? Where’s Changmin?&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Shim: He’s in his room. By the way, Jen, I want to say thank you.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Omoni...&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Shim: My son recovered so fast because of you. Please take good care of my son.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Ye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Jen hugged Mrs. Shim)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Jen went to his room and knocked thrice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Max: Come in.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: It’s me.&lt;br /&gt;Max: Jen… (&lt;em&gt;Trying to stand&lt;/em&gt;) Arrgghh!&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Oppa, don’t move too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♫ Playing “Flower Lady” ♫&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Max: I miss you.&lt;em&gt; (Childish)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Jen: Eh! Shim Changmin you’re dead.&lt;br /&gt;Max: What the?! I’m trying to be serious here &lt;em&gt;(Annoyed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Jen: (&lt;em&gt;Laughs&lt;/em&gt;) I miss you too.&lt;br /&gt;Max: (&lt;em&gt;Hold her hands and make an eye to eye contact&lt;/em&gt;) Jen…&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Mm?&lt;br /&gt;Max: Thank you. I’ll be serious this time. As long as I’m here no one can hurt you. I’ll never hurt you again. I will never let you cry again. I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Jen burst into tears]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Max: (&lt;em&gt;Wiping her tears)&lt;/em&gt; O! I just said that I’ll never let you cry.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Too much drama. (&lt;em&gt;Hug him&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Max: &lt;strong&gt;사랑해 ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: &lt;strong&gt;너무나 사랑해 ~♥&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2096909895189497911-348671441498546911?l=mistlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/feeds/348671441498546911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2096909895189497911&amp;postID=348671441498546911&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/348671441498546911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/348671441498546911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/2008/12/chapter-11-heaven-sent.html' title='Chapter 11: Heaven Sent'/><author><name>Merliam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17059086332590656529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SU1Uun0Rp8I/AAAAAAAAACM/wLsVZbsBnwY/s72-c/Chap11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096909895189497911.post-8329833250531458798</id><published>2008-12-02T19:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T01:02:58.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 8: Green With Envy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SU1G1uGVlnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/sehOzuAyWS8/s1600-h/Chap8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281955826697082482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SU1G1uGVlnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/sehOzuAyWS8/s320/Chap8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;**Rose, Yuki and Jen were talking to each other.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Yuki: &lt;/span&gt;Rose, who’s your crush?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Rose&lt;/span&gt;: Me?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Yuki: &lt;/span&gt;Yes, you. Who is it?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Rose:&lt;/span&gt; I don’t have a crush.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Jen: &lt;/span&gt;Rose! You’re lying. &lt;em&gt;(In Korean&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Yuki:&lt;/span&gt; What? I don’t understand you Jen.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Rose&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, my crush? I mean…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Yuki&lt;/span&gt;: You’re not telling the truth, are you?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Rose&lt;/span&gt;: He is…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;[Hero arrived and Rose saw him]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Hero:&lt;/span&gt; Hi.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Rose:&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Blushing&lt;/em&gt;) Hello.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;[When Hero took his seat]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Yuki: &lt;/span&gt;So you like him? (&lt;em&gt;Looking at Hero&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Rose:&lt;/span&gt; Keep quiet! He might hear you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Jen:&lt;/span&gt; FYI, Rose, Hero knew it already.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;(Rose stared badly at Jen. Xiah, Max, Yunho and Lovely arrived.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;[When Lovely sat down]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Rose:&lt;/span&gt; Lovely! You’ve changed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Lovely&lt;/span&gt;: What? Did I do something wrong?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Jen:&lt;/span&gt; No. You’re not with us anymore. (&lt;em&gt;Disappointed&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Lovely:&lt;/span&gt; Eh! Girls… Yunho is sick so I need to help him. I’m sorry. I hope you understand.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;(Yuki stood up and sat beside Xiah)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Yuki:&lt;/span&gt; Hi.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Xiah:&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Look at Yuki&lt;/em&gt;) What?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Yuki:&lt;/span&gt; I’m studying Korean Language. Hmm?&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ottoh-ke Ji-nae-shim-nikka&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*how are you*?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Is that right?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Xiah&lt;/span&gt;: I’m fine. (&lt;em&gt;Smiling&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Yuki&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;em&gt;Blushing&lt;/em&gt;) Oh! Same here. (&lt;em&gt;Kiss Xiah in the cheeks&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Xiah:&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Blushing&lt;/em&gt;) What the?! Yuki!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;[Yuki stick out her tongue]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Yuki:&lt;/span&gt; Bleeh! (&lt;em&gt;Wink&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;(When Yuki was not looking, Xiah smiled)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;**After class, Rose was walking alone.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Micky: &lt;/span&gt;Psst! Rose. (&lt;em&gt;Hide in a tree&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Rose:&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Turn around&lt;/em&gt;) Who is it?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;[No answer]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Rose:&lt;/span&gt; Who are you?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;[Micky showed up]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Micky:&lt;/span&gt; Got ya!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Rose:&lt;/span&gt; Yoochun! (&lt;em&gt;Embrace him&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Micky:&lt;/span&gt; Miss me?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Rose&lt;/span&gt;: Of course! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;[Hero wanted to accompany Rose home but he saw Rose with someone. He stopped and kicked the light post]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Micky: &lt;/span&gt;Did you hear something?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Rose&lt;/span&gt;: Ha? (&lt;em&gt;Looking around)&lt;/em&gt; I didn’t hear something. Let’s go.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;**Hero went to the rooftop.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Hero:&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Whispering&lt;/em&gt;) Why am I hurt?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Yunho:&lt;/span&gt; Hey.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Hero&lt;/span&gt;: You’re here.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Yunho: &lt;/span&gt;I love to stay here. This is a memorable place for me and Lovely.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Hero&lt;/span&gt;: Really? I saw Rose hug somebody. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Yunho: &lt;/span&gt;Who is it?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Hero:&lt;/span&gt; I dunno.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Yunho:&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Laughs&lt;/em&gt;) You want to know why you’re like that?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Hero:&lt;/span&gt; Why? (&lt;em&gt;Confused&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Yunho&lt;/span&gt;: You’re jealous.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Hero: &lt;/span&gt;Jealous? I have my girlfriend. It can’t be. It’s impossible.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Yunho:&lt;/span&gt; You don’t get it. You’re starting to fall for Rose.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Hero&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;em&gt;Look at Yunho&lt;/em&gt;) How about my girlfriend?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Yunho&lt;/span&gt;: You need to choose Jae.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;[Hero looked down and Yunho patted his shoulder]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;**At Rose’s house&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Rose: &lt;/span&gt;`Omoni! Micky is here.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Mrs. Park: &lt;/span&gt;Yoochun! You’ve grown so fast. How are you?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Micky&lt;/span&gt;: `sungmo, I’m fine. How about you?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Mrs. Park: &lt;/span&gt;We’re fine. You’ve changed a lot.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Rose: &lt;/span&gt;`Omoni, he became rich already.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Micky:&lt;/span&gt; Rose enough please. We’re just lucky `sungmo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Rose: &lt;/span&gt;C’mon. Let’s eat.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Micky:&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Huge eyes&lt;/em&gt;)Ommo! Ommo! My favorite.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Mrs. Park:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Eat.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;[&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;They were happy eating]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;**The next day&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Micky:&lt;/span&gt; Let’s go to school together.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Rose&lt;/span&gt;: Ha? Why? You enroll in my school?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Micky&lt;/span&gt;: Yes. You don’t like?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Rose&lt;/span&gt;: Good. Let’s go. We will be late.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;(In their classroom)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Rose:&lt;/span&gt; Guys! Listen. We have a new classmate. He’s a guy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Lovely:&lt;/span&gt; Again?! Who is he?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Jen:&lt;/span&gt; Is he cute?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;(Max overheard Jen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Max&lt;/span&gt;: Jen!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Jen&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;em&gt;Look at Max&lt;/em&gt;) Sorry (&lt;em&gt;Look down&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Yuki:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I’m excited too see him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;[Xiah’s smile disappeared]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Micky&lt;/span&gt;: Hi guys!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;All girls except Rose&lt;/span&gt;: Kawaii! (&lt;em&gt;Run towards Micky&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;*[Max pulled Jen. Xiah pulled Yuki and told her to do something. Rose laughed while Hero stared badly at Micky]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Lovely&lt;/span&gt;: Hey stop screaming! Hi I’m Lovely Jeong. (&lt;em&gt;Extend her right hand&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Micky:&lt;/span&gt; I’m Yoochun Park. &lt;em&gt;(Accept Lovely’s hand and shake&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Lovely:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Still shaking hands&lt;/em&gt;) Welcome to the class!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Micky&lt;/span&gt;: Thank you for this warm welcome. (&lt;em&gt;Expressing his childlike look&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;*[Yunho was annoyed so he went to them.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Yunho:&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Take Lovely’s hand&lt;/em&gt;) Hey! She’s mine. She’s already taken.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Lovely:&lt;/span&gt; Yunho!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Micky:&lt;/span&gt; Chill~&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Rose&lt;/span&gt;: Ei! Yunho stop it. Yoochun was only friendly to us.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;[Yunho was ponting to Micky while Lovely letting him to sit down]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Hero&lt;/span&gt;: Changmin, I’m going out.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Max&lt;/span&gt;: Where will you go?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Hero: &lt;/span&gt;Catch some fresh air.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;[Hero bumped Micky. Hero stared at him badly and vice versa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Rose&lt;/span&gt;: Jae, where are you going?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Hero&lt;/span&gt;: Outside.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Rose:&lt;/span&gt; I’ll come with you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Hero: &lt;/span&gt;Let’s go.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;[Rose was about to run when Micky stopped her]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Micky:&lt;/span&gt; Please stay.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Rose&lt;/span&gt;: Jae?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Hero:&lt;/span&gt; It’s okay. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;[Hero left but he kicked the trash bin outside their room]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;(Rose looked outside)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Rose&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;em&gt;(Whispering)&lt;/em&gt; Jaejoong…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(29,27,17)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;(Yunho shook his head)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2096909895189497911-8329833250531458798?l=mistlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8329833250531458798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2096909895189497911&amp;postID=8329833250531458798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/8329833250531458798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2096909895189497911/posts/default/8329833250531458798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistlove.blogspot.com/2008/12/chapter-8-my-other-half.html' title='Chapter 8: Green With Envy'/><author><name>Francesca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iHjR3Szmq7g/SPX8VXeM6WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gYQzoGYCHxU/S220/candylogo.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SU1G1uGVlnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/sehOzuAyWS8/s72-c/Chap8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2096909895189497911.post-3499178934382694691</id><published>2008-12-02T19:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T00:53:38.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 7: Unrequited Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SU1CkqCSmxI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Mpmc1DCt4Wg/s1600-h/Chap7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281951135502080786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kmffrX3BRe0/SU1CkqCSmxI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Mpmc1DCt4Wg/s320/Chap7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;** 1st morning class, the class was busy chatting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Ei Lovely! I heard that you and Yunho are together now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love: (&lt;em&gt;Blushing&lt;/em&gt;) Yah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose: You didn’t tell me. If I didn’t asked you you’re not going to tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: I did. I was going to tell it to Jen but Jen was in a hurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(&lt;em&gt;They looked at Jen&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Huh? Err? What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Hey! What’s happening to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: She’s like that because Max is courting her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose: Oh really! (&lt;em&gt;Laughing)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely: Rose you’re the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose: No! Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;
