I am starting to love updating 'non-updates'. I guess you guys think of me as a sadist right? I mean, you see the notification that Blitz is updated but no, Sims is being such a big fat liar and filling you in with nonsensical stuff instead.

I have issues to address before I let you guys read something special. 

I feel like Yunnie, addressing issues and stuff... I think I'm hanging out with him too much because I have been tying him down to a chair (with my hands handcuffed behind my back so I won't him) for the past few weeks, trying to get him to love someone. People, the verdict is: Yunho is still being dumber and more stubborn than a mule despite having sky rocketing IQ. 

One:

Potential Unsubbies: To people who want to unsubscribe or feel that you'll unsubscribe one day, please p.m. me on the reason(s) why you have decided to abandon my series so I can look into them and allow me to improve this series. Thanks a bunch. Don't make me come after you. Don't. I will go Jaejoong on you.

Two:

I am officially making the name Jaejoong, into an adjective and verb. As used above, 'I will go Jaejoong on you', just means I will go berserk on you, berserk level: Jaejoong. It can also be used like this, 'AFF is acting like a Jaejoong', meaning, it's acting like a . HAAAAAA. Sorry, Jae, you are too fabulous that I need to degrade you a bit...maybe I went overboard...but I'm enjoying it too much to stop myself.

A disease (or effect) has been named after him: Jaejoong disease. Description of the disease: Acting like a Jaejoong, which is identified as being y or bipolar... and in the worse case scenario: BOTH. 

Three:

SHAMELESS ADVERTISEMENT: I am embarking on a new series after I'm done with Blitz. I actually posted the foreword up but AFF WAS BEING A JAEJOONG and hence, it's gone and may or may not be 'returned' back to me until AFF settles it's disorder. 

Now here's the special stuff for you guys:

Jaejoong dies.

...

...

...

Just kidding. 

What if…

What if Jaejoong and Kimchi had actually met before their Blitz days?

Well… they did.

(When you were 8 years old…)

Your mother had recently been into cooking after being told off by mother-in-law about how shameful it was for a wife to not cook for her own family.

On the other hand, your love for food spurred you on to buy books about the culinary arts and you were the only one in the family who actually uses the kitchen.

Being the ‘head chef’ at home, you volunteered to save your mother’s face by at least imparting basic cookery skills to her.

Realising that you were short of some ingredients for making kimchi, you hurriedly took off your apron and informed your mother that you were heading to the supermarket to get them.

Fishing some notes from your mother’s wallet, you grabbed your bike from the garage and raced as quickly as you possibly could to the supermarket.

You loaded your basket with the necessary items and walked briskly towards the cashier to pay for your stuff.

While walking out, you noticed that there was a newly opened bookstore across the street.

Shrugging, you decided to check it out.

Walking towards the magazine section by the counters, you smiled fondly as you picked up the latest edition of your favourite magazine in the world: Blitz.

You were standing beside this teenager with some really flashy looking clothes on. You took a quick glance at him before going back to flipping though other magazines on the stands.  

You consistently heard him mutter to himself about not approving of certain stars’ dressings and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

Hearing your response to his ‘magazine reactions’, the teenage turned and shot you a dirty look before continuing to look at the magazine in his hands.

From the corner of your eye, you saw the look he gave you and you rolled your eyes.

You turned your head to look at him once more.

He had dyed his hair in a unique colour which made it look deep purple under the fluorescent lightings from above. He was dressed impeccably in a rather snug fitting embellished black vest over a well-pressed white shirt and dark olive green cargo pants covered his slender legs tucked into black military boots.

But what caught your eyes was the white and roomy cross over bag he was carrying.

You looked back at the magazine you were holding. It was the exact same bag as the advertisement before your eyes.

‘Whoa, he’s really updated about fashion,’ you gaped in your head.

‘Yeah, I know I’m fabulous,’ the teenager smirked without mkaing eye contact with you, ‘Feel free to stare, I don't mind.’

You blinked twice and closed the magazine in your hands.

‘Excuse me?’ You turned to face him, ‘Are you talking to me?’

‘Who else is there?’ The guy chuckled, eyes still on the magazine he was browsing through.

You rolled your eyes once more and placed the magazine back on the stand. Grabbing a new copy of Blitz, you walked past the rude Fashionista and proceeded towards the counter.

‘Good taste…despite your ordinary get up.’ The teenager stated smugly as you passed him by from the back.

‘Thank you,’ you said in a sarcastic tone.

‘Hope I’ll never meet that jerk again,’ you thought bitterly in your head.

And how wrong you were…

You jolted up from your sleep.

‘…that bloody jerk…’ you cupped your hand over your mouth, ‘It’s…’

You turned and looked at Jaejoong.

‘YOU'RE THE BOOKSTORE JERK!’ You shook Jaejoong up from his beauty sleep.

‘E-Earthquake?’ The drowsy Jaejoong asked in a soft tone.

You rolled your eyes, ‘I’ll deal with you later when you’re sober.’

With that you stomped out of the bedroom.