"Jiyong fills in the months between with an over sized pillow with entirely too many lumps and not enough curves. It's not cold anymore but Jiyong need something - somebody to hug after the long hours full of lyrics and caffeine."

This fiction is dedicated to my lovelyful friend ~atheovia who writes well too, because she wrote the synopsis/title/listened to my whinging/is cool/all of the above.

Peace~

(hurrah for my first fic!)

(oh and by the way - dd/mm/yy!)