Relative [rel-uh-tiv]

It is only a story.  Or maybe it isn't.

Strangers on a bus with nothing in common but the 804.

I didn’t know him well before, but apparently he didn’t talk too much before I came along.  Now I can’t get him to shut up.

I’ve always wanted to kiss you.

  I know that it’s wrong to everyone else, but I don’t care about them.  I don’t see you as merely my brother and I know for certain that you loved the hell out of me before I even knew what love was.  So don’t you dare give me any bull on this one.  I know.

Taemin wanted to kiss in the rain, and he wanted to do it now

I can’t tell you what it’s like to be in love because most of the time, honestly, I hardly know how to pinpoint the feeling for myself.  At any given moment in the day, my definition of what it is can change.

At twenty-three, Taemin never thought he'd have to plan a funeral.

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