Feminine.

Slender hands and feet.

The wife and mother type.

Stable and controlled.

The prerequisites of Kim Jaejoong's ideal woman, as mentioned on hundreds of interviews. The very qualities that millions of maddened fans around the world have tried to inculcate simply for the purpose of proving themselves worthy of him. And failed miserably.

Jaejoong's still on the lookout. Searching for his perfect woman, and breaking a few hearts along the way. Now notorious for his plaboy image, he has been enchating Japanese hearts, from socialites to models and movie stars to y, scantily clad girls in bars who were so easy to take as he pleased in the backseat of his car. And having the best time with it. All of it.

And then he meets her. The Wrong Woman. The absolute opposite of all he had ever wanted. Angry. Rude. Reckless. Powerful. Shattered. Disoriented. Broken.

They clash as a tornado meets a volcano. Undoubtedly, they will erupt. But, will it be in ecstasy or agony?

Please comment and subscribe. I was thinking of something a little more along the lines of crazy. Conflict, angst, passion. My holy trinity. I just hope I can express them as well as I want to, and  hope it appeals to people. Please do review and let me know your opinions. Criticism greatly desired and covered. It means a lot. Thank you so much! :)