Seunghyun loudly cleared his throat before taking the last couple of steps over to the Polo, Mihyun instantly sprang upright and withdrew her hands from Daesung’s shirt whilst the Blondie in question slowly (and rather hesitantly) slipped his hands from her shorts.

“Babo what’re you doing?” Mihyun gasped straightening herself and her clothes out.

“I was about to ask you the same question” Seunghyun flatly retorted.

“He likes me!” Jiyong’s cheery voice cut through the awkward atmosphere like nobody’s business and he managed to slip his hand from Seunghyun’s hold. “He told me” A giggle quickly followed as a pair of arms made their way around Seunghyun’s neck.

“Jiyong” Seunghyun tried to keep his growl in his chest and sighed to release the pressure. “Shh” Jiyong’s head now lolled against the space between Seunghyun’s shoulder and chest, he simply giggled again like a misbehaving child.

“O.K. For you Seunghyunnie I will shh” He giggled again. Now Seunghyun really would have smacked him upside the head if Jiyong wasn’t acting so darn cute. He shook his head. This guy.

“We brought you drinks?” Daesung was the first to offer an olive branch “Did you guys have some already or something?”

“You could say that…” Seunghyun replied as everyone else warily studied Jiyong, he slid Jiyong’s arms from around his neck and forced Sir Jelly Legs into the Polo. Once Jiyong had sat down (without any struggle this time) Seunghyun left him there and stood a little back, facing the middle white table. He crossed his arms over his chest and tried to look at Daesung and Mihyun, something inside him told him to be distant, to break away and run whilst he still could. But he couldn’t, he wanted to enjoy tonight and that plan was failing miserably though the question was why? Why couldn’t he enjoy tonight? What was stopping him?

“Seunghyun sit down” A little sobering voice called to him forcing Seunghyun out of his brain and back into the real world. Jiyong had shifted in his seat and was now patting the space next to him.

“It’s O.K” Seunghyun quickly replied with a sharp gulp. “I’m fine standing” He could already feel the brick slabs building a wall. Sighing Seunghyun ran a hand over his damp hair, just what in the hell was he doing?

“Fine” Jiyong answered with a sigh and closed his eyes, fully leaning back against the Polo.

And that set the tone for the rest of the night, Jiyong barely said two words, Seunghyun stared down at the ground also staying quiet whilst Mihyun and Daesung tried to talk through the awkwardness. After a while the couple decided to give up and said nothing as they headed off into the mesh of the dance floor. Once they were gone Seunghyun sat down in their place and for a while nothing was said, that is until Jiyong spoke up.

“What changed?” The question was small and almost went unheard as Jiyong’s voice was quietly coarse. Seunghyun surprised by the tone and question had no idea how to reply.

“What do you mean?” He finally raised his gaze from the floor to meet Jiyong’s intense stare, their eyes immediately locked and Seunghyun felt that tightness once again.

“When you realised that I was your date for tonight you told me that I looked amazing but now, now you can’t even look at me, did I do something wrong?” Jiyong choked and the sight broke Seunghyun’s heart.

“I, uh” Seunghyun cleared his throat before he could stammer on. “Nothing’s changed…” He swallowed the argument which was currently forming in the back of his throat. Jiyong took a minute to think and his reply left Seunghyun stumped mainly because he didn’t utter a word, he merely looked away from Seunghyun and yawned returning back to laying on the Polo.

More silence followed.

It wasn’t Jiyong’s fault, heck Jiyong could do no wrong, but something was holding Seunghyun back. Was it fear? Or nervousness? He really couldn’t distinguish the different between the two. He gulped again; Jiyong I’m sorry, Jiyong I want to explain myself, Jiyong I don’t want you to think like that, Jiyong it’s not your fault. Seunghyun lowered his thoughtful face into his hands and rubbed the sweat from his face, he liked Jiyong, he felt something for Jiyong so why couldn’t he just say the right words? Why did he keep rejecting Jiyong? All the signs were there, it was blatantly obvious that Jiyong liked him and that he liked Jiyong too, these thoughts whizzed around Seunghyun’s mind like a hurricane.

He needed another drink.

Seunghyun was about to lean forward and reach for one of the two drinks that Daesung had left behind when he noticed Jiyong's ears prick up as the tune from the dance floor changed. He watched as Jiyong cocked his head a little to the left causing Seunghyun to remember the coffee house and just how wonderful he had felt there.

"I love this song!" Jiyong spoke as if he was talking to himself. Seunghyun sighed and leaned back into the Polo. He'd really messed things up yet again and he had no idea why. Actually scratch that Seunghyun knew why, he just couldn't figure out why he had done it. Why did he act like such an idiot?

Because that's what Seunghyun does best.

Jiyong hurriedly reached for the glass that Seunghyun was about to drink from and downed it in one go then he finished off the other one, his eyes remained focused on the dance floor the entire time. Though Seunghyun's attention was momentarily elsewhere, someone was approaching their table and he was talking.

"I hope I'm not intruding guys but I just finished my shift and Daesung said I could join you for a bit" The guy smiled and that's when Seunghyun remembered him.

"Seungri wasn't it?" Jiyong spoke first standing up and rather drunkenly bowing to the Barman.

"Yeah, is your name Jiyong?"

"Yeah..." Jiyong nodded a little cautious of the stranger but still ignoring Seunghyun.

"Don't worry, I'm not a creep Daesung told me your name" He flashed that slick smile. "Oh and is your name Seunghyun?" Seungri noticed a deflated Seunghyun and smiled again leaving the latter to wish that the Barman wasn’t so bloody smiley all the time. He didn’t smile back.

"No it's Yang really" Jiyong cut in having a little dig at their conversation from earlier. The man in question could only sigh though his heart burned so badly, he felt as if he was about to die. O.K maybe that was a little dramatic and he did have only himself to blame but he just hated how Jiyong acted right now.

"Oohkay...." Seungri's gaze flittered between Seunghyun and Jiyong for a few awkward minutes. "Erm, I don’t mean to be rude but did I interrupt something?" He asked after observing everything he needed to know.

"Yes" Seunghyun replied "No" Jiyong replied at the same time.

"Right…" Seungri nodded still unsure of the real answer.

"So Seungri, do you like dancing?" Jiyong had now moved from the Polo and was now stood unreasonably close to Seungri.

"Sure who doesn't?" During the guys reply Jiyong suddenly shot a funny look in Seunghyun's direction, ouch. "Why would you like to dance?" Seungri smiled again, this time he had eager plastered across his big forehead.

"Sure it's not as if anyone else is going to dance with me…" Jiyong looked away from Seunghyun and smiled at Seungri.

And that started what would turn out to be the most painful, longest, hour or so of Seunghyun's life. He watched as Jiyong danced with Seungri to a pretty y song and Jiyong must’ve known that he was watching. He must’ve known that the way his hands were touching Seungri’s neck, in the exact same way that he had done with Seunghyun not so long ago, was going to drive the Polo stricken man insane. The song, the flirtatious beat, and its damn lyrics were going to send Seunghyun into overdrive.

At the start, you were sweetly, naturally attracted to me,

You stepped up to me and told me it would forever be like that,

All the possibilities, opened up Oh~

What is love? What! It’s now meant by the Red Ocean,

I’m breakin’ my rules again, you know it’s getting boring,

Even if you’re hurt a bit, it’s okay Oh~

Seunghyun was about to look away from the dance floor when Jiyong glanced over at him and he smiled, he smiled as if Seunghyun was a complete stranger to him, as if they had never met.

You want me, You’ve fallen for me, You’re crazy over me,

You can’t escape I got you- Under my skin,

You want me, You’ve fallen for me, You’re crazy over me,

You’re my slave, I got you under my skin.

The piercing stare that burrows into your head,

It’s not me, my still chrome heart,

It’s the road you chose Oh~

Jiyong looked away before Seunghyun could. Of course Jiyong’s favourite song would be this one, of course the lyrics would make total sense to Seunghyun, and of course that made Jiyong dancing with Seungri just that much harder to watch.

He wanted to rip them apart, he wanted to drag Jiyong away, and he only wanted Jiyong to dance like that in his arms.

That’s when the gravity of Seunghyun’s idiocy sank into the very depths of his stomach. He’d spent all this time waiting for Jiyong and for some unimportant reason he’d decided to let Jiyong go. And Seunghyun was easily replaceable. Well Seunghyun wasn’t going to be that pushover of a guy anymore, he refused to let Jiyong leave his life, he felt something for this guy which was deeper than anything he had ever felt before and he wasn’t just going to let that pass him by. Jiyong deserved to be treated in the best way possible and Seunghyun could do that, he wanted to return that happiness back to Jiyong. He could do that. He would do that.

Seunghyun stood up and felt as if he had breathed the entirety of the clubs air in, come on Choi you can do this, he repeatedly reassured himself. The song was coming to an end and he could tell that Jiyong was starting to feel a little awkward by the over enthused dance moves of the far-too-innocent-to-be-human Seungri. Shaking and dripping with a wave of anxious sweat Seunghyun walked over to them, he had no idea what to say or how he could make it up to Jiyong. Though once he approached them, and his presence was noticed, Seunghyun cleared his throat causing the pair to stop dancing.

“Excuse me Seungri but may I borrow your dance partner for a few minutes?” Seunghyun smiled at Seungri who happily nodded.

“Sure, I need a drink anyway” He bowed a little and returned to the bar area, completely disregarding the annoyed look which Jiyong was presently trying to hide.

“Before you say anything” Seunghyun gently lifted Jiyong’s reluctant hands into his own “I know I’m an idiot, I know that I don’t always say the right thing” He placed Jiyong’s arms back around his neck. “But I want to be your idiot, if you’ll let me. I can understand if you want me to go away forever” His hands eased around Jiyong’s hips and he pulled the guy closer. “I’m always scared and I know that it’s no excuse but I- You make me want to smile, to not feel scared and live. I’ve never felt like this before, no one has ever made me feel like this, and I just didn’t know how to handle that feeling because I don’t deserve it. I don’t deserve you. And I’m sorry for allowing you to feel as if you had done something wrong, Jiyong you’re perfect and a cynical idiot like me, even I, can’t wrap my head around how someone like you would be interested in someone like me”

“Seunghyun…” Jiyong’s eyes glossed over and in a light sigh all of his anger seemed to vacate his face. “You know how special you are, I told you at the park, I’ve always been honest with you from the very beginning but you- you really hurt me tonight. Do you now realise how much it hurts to be treated like a total stranger? Did you like how that felt? Because tonight” Jiyong lowered his gaze from Seunghyun’s and sighed again.

“I know” Seunghyun sighed too, he felt as if every word spoken by Jiyong wrapped around his heart and lungs making it near enough impossible to breathe.

“No you don’t” Jiyong cleared his throat and caught Seunghyun’s gaze again. “Do you know what the worst feeling in the world is?” Seunghyun could only hazard a guess but he opted for a headshake instead. “The worst feeling in the world is falling so completely in love with someone but they feel as if they don’t deserve the right to be acknowledged, let alone be loved. And it’s insane, how can you love someone like that? How can you love a shadow? You can’t touch it, hold it, or kiss it. It slips through your grasp, sliding from wall to wall, like the wind or the sea. It’s not real, it’s a visual reference, and you just can’t love someone like that. What happened to you that was so bad you constantly feel as if you don’t deserve the right to live? Because you do deserve it Seunghyun, you deserve everything that the world has to offer and it frustrates the hell out of me that you can’t see just how amazing you are.”

Seunghyun was choked up, the ability to speak became totally alien to him, and he wanted to say something but he just couldn’t. He could feel his own eyes well up, he just wanted to squeeze the life out of Jiyong and hold him forever.  But that wasn’t enough, that wouldn’t even scratch the surface for all the apologies that he should be making to Jiyong.

“And I don’t want you to beat yourself up about it” Jiyong added as if he could read Seunghyun’s thoughts. “Because I know that’s exactly what you’re doing right now”

“How could I ever make it up to you?” Seunghyun tried to gasp for air, he suddenly felt awfully hot and bothered. The pair of them failed to realise that they were no longer dancing.

“You can start by telling me how much you love me” That beautiful subliminal smile returned to Jiyong’s brilliant face. Seunghyun smiled too

“I can’t tell you” He replied bursting with a sudden impulse. “But I want to show you” Raising his hands from Jiyong’s side Seunghyun slipped them along the guy’s beautifully soft cheeks, he had no idea what he was doing but this time he didn’t care, he leaned forward and tenuously pressed his lips against Jiyong’s. Everything that Seunghyun had felt up until now was insignificant, irrelevant, and he felt nothing but genuine warmth explode throughout his body as he gently pulled back from the slight kiss. He felt dazed like never before, as if Jiyong had plucked him from the Earth and somehow thrown him into the sky.

Love, sickness and nerves jolted his heart into fervent beats, excitement revelled his mind and, he grinned, none of these emotions were apprehension. When Seunghyun looked at Jiyong his smile only widened, the guy’s eyes were closed but he was still smiling, he hadn’t pulled away and he hadn’t told Seunghyun to leave. Maybe, just maybe Seunghyun could actually make Jiyong happy, that split second of hope, the possibility of chance, gave Seunghyun courage, as stupid as that sounded.

“Well that’s a good start” With one hand Jiyong tried to fan his scarlet cheeks. “It’s a bit hot in here do you want to go sit on the balcony? There’s one up those stairs” Jiyong pointed behind Seunghyun who turned his head to look, he hadn’t noticed those stairs before now, sheesh he really was mindless sometimes.

“Sure” He answered whilst locking his fingers with Jiyong’s. “There’s a lot more to this club than meets the eye, hey?” He continued to talk as they walked over the stairs “This might be my new favourite place” Jiyong smirked at this.

“Oh I don’t know” Jiyong shrugged as they climbed the first few stairs. “I think I prefer the coffee shop still…”

“That place was ridiculously cramped” Seunghyun joked “Why would you choose that over this?” He looked to Jiyong for an honest answer.

“Well” Jiyong’s playful smirk returned “There I got to know who you really are and here, well here you just confirmed it” Seunghyun laughed at this response.

“Oh yeah? I just confirmed your thoughts?” Jiyong was now laughing to.

“Yup” He simply replied with a reassuring nod. “And came to your senses” Seunghyun heartily stuck his tongue out at that answer.

The balcony was a refreshing change in scenery and indeed it was a beautiful sight to behold. Jiyong was now walking in front of Seunghyun leading him under the glimmer of synthetic star shaped lights, the set up was quite simple you walked under the wooden pergola, into the open topped terrace and chose where you’d like to sit. There were two options; the first option was a huddle of plush leather sofas whilst the second was in amongst an army of metal garden chairs. Obviously Jiyong chose the inviting leather sofas and when they finally sat down both men let out a comfortable sigh. Seunghyun was pretty surprised about the fact that the balcony was near enough empty, well except for a couple who were making out in the far corner of metal chairs, but they were conveniently out of sight. The cold night’s air soothed the current dizziness which was trying to give Seunghyun one hell of a headache and he closed his eyes absorbing the relaxation atmosphere into his body. Jiyong seemed to be doing the very same thing and Seunghyun could tell by the calm deep breaths in which Jiyong seemed to heave from the very depths of his lungs. A moment of tranquil silence passed, the only indication of the other man’s presence being the sound of his breaths and the grip of their still held hands. It wasn’t as if neither of them had anything to say, actually there was a lot of stuff which had been left unspoken, but right now, in this moment, no words were needed.

When the silence became dangerously close to sleep Seunghyun opened his eyes and attentively squeezed Jiyong’s hand. This caused the sleeping beauty to awaken, Seunghyun was just in time, and Jiyong stifled a small smile with a yawn before stretching the tiredness out. Seunghyun released Jiyong’s hand as he stretched and turned to sit on his side, unable to peel his eyes away from Jiyong. Resting his throbbing head against his upturned palm and leaning his elbow on the top of the sofa Seunghyun admired Jiyong. He was dazzled by how statuesque the guy looked, true beauty was currently stretching right in front of him, and he couldn’t help but feel weak at the sight. The back drop of dim yellow lights didn’t help either, Seunghyun couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest man in the world and he wanted Jiyong to know this.

“I just can’t get over how beautiful you are” Seunghyun mentally patted himself on the back for actually being kind of articulate for once. Jiyong nervously chuckled, suddenly becoming a little self-conscious and shrank back into his seat. “I’m being serious. But it’s strange, I mean, you’re not strange, what I mean is- Have you ever been in love before?” And back to square one.

“I’ve liked people” Jiyong slowly but thoughtfully answered “Like I’ve fancied people and stuff, though none of that really compares”

“Me too” Seunghyun beamed. “What I’m trying to say is I have no idea how this whole love thing works, obviously I like you and-”

“Seunghyun you don’t have to explain yourself to me” Jiyong shifted a little to mirror Seunghyun’s pose. “Let’s not get too hung up on definitions, just enjoy it for what it is” Seunghyun nodded at the words.

“I know, I’m going to try and not overthink things” He sighed “But I do, I mean, I have to explain myself to you. You deserve an explanation and I want you to know everything about me. Tonight you said you wanted to know what happened to me, you wanted to know what made me this way, well…” Seunghyun swallowed hard. “I want to tell you, I’ve always wanted to tell you, but tonight I got scared it hit me that I wanted to get to know you and if I wanted that I was worried that you would know want to get to know me too. And it panicked me because the last thing I want is to scare you off…”

“Seunghyun” Jiyong reached out for Seunghyun’s free hand and locked their fingers together on Seunghyun’s knee. “I’m not going anywhere” Seunghyun briefly looked away from Jiyong, taking a moment to absorb the guy’s words. “Hey” Jiyong softly called out “Look at me Seunghyun” The man in question did exactly that and for some reason he felt as if he was about to cry again, he was beginning to feel exhausted by the rollercoaster of emotions that he’d seem to cruise through in just one night. “You listen to me Choi” Jiyong adopted that deep joking voice “I am never going anywhere and even if you try to get rid of me I’ll stick to you like a piece of gum” Seunghyun’s smile returned with a sharp sigh.

“Good” He inhaled a deep breath before continuing. “I used to work at a book publishing company…” Seunghyun spent the next hour or so telling Jiyong everything; he told him about Jinju, about how he lost his job because he wouldn’t go on a date with her, about how it was just easier for him to go along with her story. He paused for a minute and tried to catch his breath back, telling his story for the first time utterly drained him but he continued on. “Then I got a phone call from my Ma, she said that there was something wrong with my Dad” He gulped. “She insisted that I get home right away so after ending the call to her I went to the nearest bus stop and well, I got on the bus. The thing is though I-I couldn’t get off the bus, I missed my stop, I didn’t want to go home and tell my parents that I had lost my job because I didn’t want to go on a stupid date with some girl. It wasn’t until the bus arrived at the final stop that I managed to get off, luckily I knew the route so I could make my own way home but I was such a coward. When I finally dragged myself home I-”

He tried to choke the dam of tears back into place. “You see the thing about my Pa was, he was so stubborn, he was ill and me, his Son, didn’t even know about it. We were close” Seunghyun cleared his throat. “And Pa would only listen to me, he really was my best friend and I shared everything with him. But I failed him, like I did so many times, and when I got home it was too late. He was already dead, Ma said that he had an asthma attack and he refused to go to the hospital, she needed me to come home and force him to go and I just couldn’t do it-” As he recalled the memories from the worst day in his entire life Seunghyun had failed to keep the tears back and boy they flowed. He was barely even conscious of the fact that he was crying. “I was too busy wrapped up in what I had done, I was stupid just like my Ma had always told me; a stupid good for nothing waste of space, that’s what she said to me. It was easier for me to lie and take the shame for what I had supposedly done to Jinju because I didn’t want her to know just how weak I really am. I know it sounds ridiculous that I’d rather be viewed as a ert than as an idiot but it’s true at least that way she was angry at me and had someone who she could focus her grief on.”

Despite the outpour of tears Seunghyun found telling Jiyong the truth a whole lot easier than what he’d imagined. He then explained to Jiyong about his consequent confinement to his room and how he just stopped giving a damn. Jiyong was the perfect listener leaving Seunghyun to wonder whether this guy had any faults at all, occasionally Jiyong would nod his head, offer an understanding smile and run a gentle thumb along Seunghyun’s held knuckles. Seunghyun knew in that moment that he would never ever be able to make it up to Jiyong but he’d sure as hell spend the rest of his life trying.

“Oh Seunghyun” Jiyong sighed as he slipped his hand from Seunghyun’s “Come here” He reached for Seunghyun’s shoulders and pulled the weeping man into a tight embrace. Seunghyun happily obliged and proceeded to bury his head into Jiyong’s neck, he could still see the memory of his Mother who refused to let Seunghyun, her Son, to go to his own Father’s funeral. Sure she blamed him, sure she was angry with him, but it was easier for her to feel that than pure grief. He released every single pent up emotion into his tears and he just didn’t have the energy to fight it, for the first time Seunghyun felt grief and it stung so bad. Although being able to breathe in Jiyong’s odoriferous vanilla scent and feel that protective wall of warmth which the scrawny guy’s arms offered the pain became just a little bit more endurable.

Seunghyun and Jiyong stayed that way for a while, until Seunghyun’s eyes felt red raw from the feeling and he was no longer able to cry. He sniffled in an attempt to regain his composure but that nearly all flew out of the window once Jiyong started talking again. “It’s not your fault Seunghyun you’re not a doctor so there was nothing you could do” A caring hand rubbed along the tip of Seunghyun’s spine whilst Jiyong spoke, sending shivers throughout the formers body. “And as for Jinju you need to tell everyone the truth, you’re not weak, you’re a decent polite human being and you should be treated as such. She can’t treat you like that, it’s vile and she needs to face up to the truth.” Seunghyun tried to clear his throat although every Jiyong made along his back only conjured up more tears. “You can’t live like this anymore, it’s tearing you up inside and your Ma is your Ma, she’ll understand your motives I’m sure”

Seunghyun’s head slipped a little and fell against Jiyong’s chest whilst his hands clutched at the fabric of Jiyong’s shirt. He breathed in, trying to cure the rising pain in his chest with Jiyong’s smell, though he only choked again in response. An answer tried to make its way out of Seunghyun’s throat but his vocal cords couldn’t translate pain into words and so he let out a strange muffled sound. Jiyong sighed at the sound and rested his head against Seunghyun’s, the latter scrunched his eyes closed in a struggle to stop the crying. He must’ve looked so pathetic, so stupid for crying like a baby, and this made Seunghyun feel even worse. He had no idea what to do now, what to say or how their conversation could continue on.

“Seunghyun” The care in Jiyong’s voice raised the hair on Seunghyun’s neck, he had never heard someone say his name in such a velvety ethereal but truthful way. “You have never looked more beautiful to me” Seunghyun felt something warm press against the back of his neck, something a little moist, something that spread a different feeling throughout the tired man’s body. “And you don’t have to say anything to me, we’ll sort this.” Jiyong’s words were too much, the explosion of warmth overpowered the sadness and Seunghyun sat up staring at Jiyong in complete disbelief. Before Seunghyun could even try and say anything Jiyong reached forward, lightly brushing the tears from one of Seunghyun’s flushed cheeks.

“I believe in you and that’s a start” Jiyong softly smiled. Both of his tender hands were now holding Seunghyun’s face and his thumbs were working overtime sweeping backwards and forwards over Seunghyun’s cheeks, the latter couldn’t help but melt into the touch.

“I love you” The words slipped from Seunghyun’s mouth but this time he meant every word. He didn’t overanalyse or retreat, he simply spoke from the heart and it felt good, it softened the grief. Jiyong’s thumbs stopped moving, the words had entirely caught him off guard and he froze. A brief minute of panic surged through Seunghyun but the feeling was quickly forced to the back of his mind when Jiyong reached forward and planted a kiss of his own on Seunghyun’s momentarily parted lips. Seunghyun’s eyes closed as their noses delicately nudged together and caved in to the feeling, it was obvious that Jiyong really had no idea how to kiss either but Seunghyun was sure that they could work on that with plenty of practice, seeing as he was just as clueless. Their lips sort of trembled together in a mess of pressure and pushing whilst Seunghyun raised a shaky hand to Jiyong’s face, attentively the guy’s cold exposed ear. This was the best feeling in the word and Seunghyun decided that he wanted to feel this for the rest of his life. Sure he had no idea what love was but he was sure that it felt a hell of a lot like this. He intimately smiled into the kiss and he could feel Jiyong do the same.

Please let me take you,
Out of the darkness and into the light,
'Cause I have faith in you,
That you're gonna make it through another night,
Stop thinking about the easy way out,
There's no need to go and blow the candle out,
Because you're not done,
You're far too young,
And the best is yet to come.

- Nickelback's Lullaby.

I just want to say a massive thank you to all you wonderful readers who have stuck by this story since the first chapter and will continue to do so until I have finished. I hope this chapter makes up for a lot of things and it means a lot to me so I hope you like it just as much as I do! It's kinda sappy so I hope it's not overkill, just let me know if it is. :)

TVXQ/DBSK lyrics found here: http://minsarang.wordpress.com/2008/09/19/dbsk-mirotic-lyrics-eng-translations/