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

[CONTENTID2]From One Extreme To Another[/CONTENTID2]

[CONTENTID3]

So, how are you all? I’m not doing well, but then, I suppose you’re used to that by now. Or at least, you should be, because it probably won’t be changing for a while. So, if you were expecting a cheerful happy ending where I somehow immediately fell in love with Minhyun, you are seriously mistaken. I’m pretty much using him, and I am surprised by the minimum amounts of guilt that I feel upon this confession. I just hope he doesn’t read my blog here…that could be a problem. And what if JR is reading this? If so, go away, you’re a mean old cheater and I don’t wanna see you ever again! *pouts*

I suppose the best way to keep ones secrets and plans is not to blatantly advertise your plans on a very prominent website in the internet world. *sigh* Anyways, I’m sure if you’re still reading this, you are the people who either legitimately care, or like to laugh at the miserable shambles that my life has become. >.> I see all of you non-sympathizers out there…Well…here’s the story:

Minhyun and I slept in the same room for the first time, him falling asleep with tears dripping down his cheeks. And I? I fell asleep with that scary look in my eyes as I stared creepily at Minhyun. Now, if Minhyun had had any sixth sense at all, he would have known that sleeping in the same room as me – indeed, having anything to do with me – was not the best thing for his continued well-being. Ah, well, it was too late for him now.

I sighed as I rolled over to stare at the ceiling. I had two options, either really have Minhyun fall for me, or merely convince him to join in on my evil plan. I had to admit I preferred the second option, despite the obvious drawbacks. I knew that with the second choice, I ran the risk of Minhyun playing a double agent, or him just flat out refusing, or any other manner of bad things. However, the first option entailed me breaking his heart, and despite me not having one at this point, I was moved by the boy’s tears. Consciences were the most awful things in the world.

Decision finally made, I rolled away from the peacefully sleeping Minhyun, and attempted my own chances at a peaceful sleep I had yet to experience after witnessing JR’s affair.

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I woke before Minhyun, which was a surprise – if there is one thing I am NOT, it is an early riser. But even then I knew my choice last night had been hasty. I was not in the business of saving anyone from a broken heart, least of all the one who had helped to break mine. No, I would not be giving Minhyun, or myself, an easy way out. Minhyun was too sweet to help me, and seemed to harbor lingering attachments for JR. That would never do.

Unusually early riser that I was on this less than fine morning, I had a few moments to stare down at his sleeping face, covers nestled up to his chin, in contemplation. I found myself staring at his lips – they weren’t quite as pale or pink as mine, but I couldn’t help but wonder what they tasted like. Would they be sweet? If I kissed him now, would he reply?

I convinced myself this was all of great importance to know, if I didn’t I could find myself distracted in the moment when I would have to be convincing before JR. I shook his shoulder before I went a tad too far in my wonderings. He snapped awake with a jerk and a wild expression before his eyes rested on me and he relaxed slightly. And then he smiled, practically laughing. Ok. That was not how people typically felt when they first beheld my gorgeous