http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h-t3T5g6R7Q

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That night after the day’s shooting, DBSK had gone to sleep. But Jaejoong couldn’t. He checked his time. Almost 1 a.m. Jaejoong checked to make sure Yunho was asleep and left the room. He headed to your room and hoped you weren’t asleep yet.

Jaejoong stopped in his tracks. He peered towards the lobby where the patio was open. Slowly, Jaejoong went outside. You were looking up at the moon with your arms leaning on the railing. He softened at how beautiful you looked in the moonlight.

A pair of arms wrapped around your waist from behind. You glanced back.

“What are you doing out here?” Jaejoong softly asked.

“I couldn’t sleep. You?” You asked.

“Me, too.” He admitted. Jaejoong warily peeked at you, “Aren’t you mad?”

“Why would I be?” You asked, confused.

He turned pink, “Earlier…”

You, too, turned pink but quickly waved it away, “It doesn’t bother me. So what if you had a…a in your bag?” You shrugged, “It’s not like we’re going to do anything.”

*But I had it because I thought we were going to do something.* Jaejoong smiled in amusement.

You covered the moon with your hand then cupped your hands around it. “What are you doing?” He asked.

“Just playing with the moon. If I do this, I’m blocking it. If I do this, I’m holding it. If I do this, I’m pinching it.” You smiled, “I like the moon.”