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

[CONTENTID2]A Compulsive Planner[/CONTENTID2]

[CONTENTID3]

I had a plan. I’m sure this surprises no one at this point, clearly that’s about 90% of what I do with my free time, looking back over this blog. But, anyways, the plan. Minhyun, I had likened to a stuffed bear, curled up in the corner of the room, only rising for band practice, and then he clung to my side like a symbiotic relation. I couldn’t say that I disliked the fact that he sought me as a source of comfort, though I was still quite unaccustomed to giving it. No, I didn’t dislike it, I just didn’t know what to do about it. Part of me wondered if Minhyun had an alternate motive for his clingy actions, for I could not seem to find any time to actually put my brilliant plan into place.

This entry is much less jovial, as everything comes to a head. I could go on and on about how annoyed I am that Exo is teasing us silly with, well, the teasers, but I shan’t. There are more important things right now. Finally, in the backstage after a concert, I took my one chance. Alone, for Minhyun was having his makeup redone, I snapped the shots needed, of JR in a back room with a backup dancer. The selling of photos is, of course, banned in South Korea, so have no fear, I wasn’t about to jump of the bridge between revenge and criminal just yet (I shall conveniently forget about the car incident). No, I didn’t need photos like those. Just the scandal of rookie boy with a back-up dancer would suffice, especially if I included the photos I had collected of past back up dancers. The boy was an addict.

JR was only furthering my goals with every kiss he landed on some besotted girl’s lips. I did my best to keep Minhyun away from him, but every other day it seemed the boy burst into tears. I could only suppose that he was going about breakups the ‘normal’ way, with tissues and ice cream. I personally think my way is a lot better, and I skip those few extra pounds.

Minhyun returned from the makeup noonas, ready for the after concert gathering. Minhyun was lucky, fanservice with Aron, while I got JR. Normally it was Baekho, so that wasn’t too hard for me, but JR I would have to be careful to not give everything away.

We lined up on stage, Baekho off on his own for this concert – Jason, the newest member, wouldn’t be joining us just yet so Baekho had no one. JR did a stereotypical heart over the head with me, leaning towards each other, but when Aron wrapped his arms around Minhyun (causing something akin to jealously to burn within me), the fans screamed for more with me and JR. Not to be outdone, JR wrapped his arms about me, picking me up in a bridal style pose, all to the delight of the crowd. Giving a strained smile to the crowd, knowing my microphone was still hooked up to the system, I mouthed angrily,

“Set me down, now!” JR rolled his eyes, but complied, and luckily we quickly moved on to new things, but I was happy to once more be reunited with Minhyun. I scooted cautiously next to him, taking his hand in mine in way I hoped no one could see, comforting myself after having that-that creep’s hands all over me. Throughout the remainder of the concert we stayed, hands growing warm and sweaty in each other’s grasp. It was as I watched JR laugh and joke with the crowd – lie with his smiles and gesture