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Changmin didn’t know that it would take seven hours just to get permission from the Tokyo city council just so he could light up the sky—if one could say even that in a more definite term after being holed up in a wooden bench waiting for the damned papers to get signed while efficiently dodging fans and the media from scoping him out in broad daylight. But Changmin must digress; for he was nothing if not dedicated and dare he say, in love, hence he'd tolerate waiting a hundred more hours, his fans and the media if he had to – just as long as his plans go his way.

The city had finally into the crisp autumn air and after a brutally heated summer, he welcomed the new season with open arms and a much open heart when the first cool breeze, at long last, hit the land.

Though the past few months had been grueling at best – with his hectic schedule and constant traveling – it was still some of the best he had experienced in his life.

He had Yoona to thank and as difficult it was to say goodbye to the possibility of all women of the world coming to him effortlessly as his singleton status ceased, Changmin was definite he'd survive without them.

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