“Omma,” cried a tiny girl, “Tell me a bed-time story.”

Miyoung, the tiny girl, was tightly tucked in her bed with her stuffed animal who was tucked in as well. The two laid in bed and cried out to the thirty-two year old woman who was exiting through the door. The woman stopped in her tracks and gently turned to face her daughter.

“Youngie, it's 9PM,” stated the strict mother, “It's time to sleep. A growing child needs to sleep in order to grow large and tall!”

Miyoung pouted at her mother and sniffed through her nose, attempting to create a sound that resembled the noise of a tearful cry. The attempt at tears could be seen even in the darkness of the child's bedroom. The tiny girl held her hands to her eyes and let out a "sob". “Omma...” whined the seven year old girl. The mother simply smirked and crossed her arms. The 'crying' always worked on Miyoung's father, but not her. She knew the trick her daughter was playing. Heck, she taught the girl how to fake cry. Through her thirty-two years of life, she had never seen a girl cry as well as she.

“Okay, okay,” said the mother, giving into her daughter's requests. The little seven year old ceased her tears and joyfully sat up in bed, ready to hear her mother's fun tales. Appa had always told her that her mother's tales were entertaining, breath-taking, and down right dramatic.

“What story would you like to hear?” asked the exhausted mother, “The Three Little Pigs, The Ugly Duckling, Goldielocks and the Three Bears, Romeo & Juliet, tell me.” 

The girl paused and placed her finger on her chin. She tapped it three times then smiled, signaling she found the tale that she wanted to hear. “The story of how you and appa got together,” whispered the girl. The doting mother looked at her confused. She picked up her daughter's toys from the floor and threw them into the toy box. Then, she took a seat on her daughter's bed.

“You really want to hear that story?” asked Omma, “You know it is a long one.”

The young girl energetically nodded her head, “I know Omma, but I still want to hear it. Appa tells me that he had to work hard to get your love.” said the daughter, cheekily smiling. The story of her parents relationship was said to be one that was stolen right from a Korean drama or Music video. 

“It's cause Appa had competition,” whispered Omma in reply to daughter, “Okay, I'll tell you the story, but I'll tell you a section of it every night. It'll be something you will have to look forward to.” The daughter nodded her head and tucked herself back into bed.

“Araso, Omma,” replied the now excited girl, “But, tell the story properly, kay? As if you were reliving the tale of you and appa!” Omma just laughed and released a cough to clear .

Omma just sighed and smiled at her daughter. “Okay, so the story begins...”

a story based on the music video for "Fireflies" by Ariel Lin. 

Recently, Donghae and Jonghyun have been in my head. They've graced my computer screen several times and I thought I'd write something about them. Just to get them out of my head.

Not only have these two been in my head, but I wanted to actually write a more realistic story. My past story (MOFB) was constantly told that it was unrealistic, so, I wanted to really try better. 

So here it is. 

ps. there are a few times where I mention Infinite <3 so, look out for those small segments. 

& THANK YOU TO

Jnster from Jnsterr.blogspot.com who made my previous poster! she does a seriously nice job for poster so check her out! :D

and humongous thanks to lycheeroses from l y c h e e r o s e s ' graphic shop , she does the cutest and amazing posters ever! go request from her! <3 Graphics by Tran/ lycheeroses.