[CONTENTID1] What A Boy Wants (Not Quite So Heaven Sent)[/CONTENTID1]

[CONTENTID2]A Fairytail Nightmare[/CONTENTID2]

[CONTENTID3]

I am…going through a break up. A bad one. Well, aren’t they all, really? But this one has to be the worst, because never in all my life have I been so in love. I know, I know, same old story, you’ve heard this all before, blah, blah, blah. It probably won’t be all that different or new for you to read, so, if you’d rather go read some hormonal teenager’s take on everything, feel free. Bye.

If you’re still here, then you probably suspect that there’s a little bit more to this story. Well, that would be correct. I’m out to get revenge. Not revenge in the “I’m soooo going to make you regret because I’m so gorgeous,” or even, “You’re going to wish you’d never met me, because I just totaled your half a million dollar Lamborghini.” I’d already done both of those. It hadn’t worked, and now I had a court date to add to my list of things slowly destroying my life.

You guys all know me, I’m the guy who reviews Kpop, who never talks about his personal life, just stares at the shiney people on the screen and wishes he could be there. But right now, I’m pissed. So I’m going to go a tad bit mental on you all for a little while, and I hope you can survive without the typical rants of why Starlight is such a bad fanclub name for VIXX (Seriously, we’re the Vixxens. We’re hot and we know it). I’m about to give you the keys to the chaos that is my life, I hope you can handle it.

First, for the backstory.

It started like any Hollywood movie. The setting sun illuminated his body like he was the only thing on this earth that could ever matter. As though nothing could touch him. Yes, I said ‘him’, I’m gay, get over it. If you really haven’t noticed it yet, you really need to take a second look at my face. Go on, look, look real hard. Do you see those adorably puffy cheeks? Those cute pouty lips? Seriously, if you girls reading this are getting , I think you and I probably play for similar teams. Might want to double check on that.

Anyways, back to the Devil’s spawn. He stood there, all handsome and backlit, posing like he owned the world…which might have been because he was at a photo shoot and he was being told to look like he owned the world. It really conveyed well. JR. He could have been a crime lord,  Victorian Prince, a year 2250 cyborg. He could have been anyone, he was just that-that-that…hot. He could have been dressed in rags (actually…that would have been really nice to see…) and I still would have dropped everything like I did that day. Right in the middle of the street. At an intersection. During rush hour traffic. Now that I think about it, JR really has been trying to be the death of me since the moment we first met. Perhaps that was a sign…

Good God an angle had come to Earth to gawk and point at all the lowly peasants that we all were before him. I’ve never really been a fanboy. Truly, honestly, what with how much I just looooove Hyunseung of B2ST (Honeys all the way!!!) , I’ve never done more than flap my hands in that incredibly excited way that I have, behind my computer screen, in the privacy of my own home. JR. He was just…such a bad boy. Me-ow. I had