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With her, he laughed a little louder, smiled a little longer and spoke a little softer. His eyes were brighter when they cascaded on her figure walking towards him with her shining smile, unknowing that every time she did (look his way, speak his way, smile his way), she prodded a knife into his heart.

Yoona greeted him, a bright laugh bubbling from her lips as she stopped in front of him – her toes directed right at his as his was pointed at her. He knew that it wasn't as much as platonic and meaningless as it seemed, but it was something. And something from Im Yoona always counted.

So maybe he should tell her? Shim Changmin had never really had much trouble with women. Much being the relatively exaggerated term because he’d hardly needed to say a word to have any gorgeous woman’s number tucked into his pocket the moment he said ‘Hello’. He had the courage to walk up to any woman and in minutes have her crying, panting, screaming underneath him, but could he tell her he loved her in a way she could understand? Could he tell her something serious like that and not have her misinterpret his feelings as a something platonic – or worse, a joke?

Shim Changmin was a number of things: a womanizer, playboy, carrier of all things godly and awesome. But he was never one for grand gestures, and it would take a very loud proclamation to receive Yoona's attention. Public speeches, fireworks, airplane-hooked banners in the sky—they were all things of Minho's or Yunho's forte. They were things romantic men did.

Pfft. Romantics. Why spend all that time and