"wave your hands up, baby that feels like paradise~!" *weibeu~ weibeu~ weibeu~*

Three (or maybe two) songs have passed and JunSu's F.L.P has long ago ended.
Right now, it's playin' one of mah jaems~ "You want it more, you trust me; follow along with me. Put you in my back seat, back seat, back seat, oh-woo-uh~" 
I actually got that excerpt from one of my fics. I would search for the romanize, but that'd take time... so enjoy the translation. 

I'm struggling a little with writing lately. 

I don't know why... maybe I need to read more. Or the influx of hormones and emotions my time of the month is creating is causing me this inability to write. I have too much feels. I actually had to pause my playlist because I couldn't think straight. I was enjoying the song too much. Who wouldn't enjoy Back Seat. Anybody who loves that song just starts body rolling... *body rolls~ ROLL~ ROLL~ ROLL~*


Not a good image, right, sorry. 

OKKEI!! Uh... so, like always... I felt compelled to share with some of my friends here a piece of drabble(?) [...what...? is wrong with my English...] and it was written long ago. I posted it up on my old acct. So now I'm re-posting it. 

Here it is. 

 


Actually
(Inspired by I'm Going to Confess Now; Kim XIA JunSu)

 

“Actually… I- no. I… To be honest! We… No, no, no.”

“I… really, really… like…”

I ruffle my hair. This is taking longer than expected. I dunk my head between my knees and grab fistfuls of my hair.

I take a moment to clear my mind, and that’s when I bring my head back up from my sulking.

“Actually, I like you.” Smile. Frown. “No…? Maybe not…” Hum. “To be honest, I think with us being just friends now has become really… strange…?”

Again, I’ve gone back into a hair-ruffling frenzy. I need to confess today. I need to. Today.

I take in a deep breath and chant indignantly, “I will confess today!”

I pat my chest and calm myself, “Now don’t be too nervous, Jun Su-yah.”

Picking up the receiver sitting so comfortably before me, I key in her number. It’s at the top of my head, almost instinctual the moment her name pops up in my mind. Seeing the digitalised characters on screen, I press the green call button and put the device to my ear.

I shift in my seat, a little hard to do since the cushion is a little too soft and plush, and settled on a position where I’m sitting up and posture stiff. It occurs to me that I’m more anxious over this confession call more than I was for an audition. My shoulders sink. And to add on to that grey glob I call cloud of depression, she’s taking longer to pick up than usual.

Maybe it’s just not meant to be. Maybe we’re not— “Hello?”

“H-hello?” I stutter in a small, gentle voice, a smile pulling on my lips.

“Jun Su?” her chime-like voice called.

“Yes, it’s me,” I confirm sheepishly. Not allowing her to speak any more out of fear that what I had meant to say would leave me the next second. “What are you doing right now?” It wasn’t exactly what had I intended to say, but it’ll build up to it.

“Nothing…?” she answers a little hesitantly. “Why are you asking so suddenly?”

This was it.

I’m going to do it.

“A-actually… Actually I-I…”

Oh come on man, you’re a grown 27-year old! Spit it out!

“I want to... c-confess something to you…t-today…”

“Oh? What is it?” She sounded so curious, my heart palpitated.

“I... I..."

"I like you.”

 


And there you go. 

Fluffy fluffy~

Fluffball. 

I can't believe I actually searched that. 

Also, guys... This is just another random thing but, have you guys ever done like... put sticky notes on photo books like how you mark your textbooks with sticky notes when you're studying? Only this time, you're like sticking up commentaries and reviews for the thoughts you have on the songs on the album. Or just your overall thoughts on the photo. Or performance. 

Yeah? 

ok.yea.iknow.imcrazy.ishouldstop.byenow.

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