"I want to experience hell in the most beautiful way,

and fall in love with you."

“Is it worth it?

To love now, and cry about it later?”

“For you,

I would gladly drown in a sea created by my own tears.”

 I fell for his stunning smile; not the masked frown,

I looked deeply into his evident eyes; yet missed those little lies,

I felt for his beating chest; but was only greeted with a barren echo,

I failed to notice that not even a single spark of romance is left,

The suffering boy is held back, and I can’t seem to let go.

Why won’t he sense my love?

♀ ❖ ♀

 The ground must be rough; she’s tripped over her heels for me,

The world must be dark; she’s far too blinded to see,

That my heart must be heavily barricaded; it’s numb towards her,

A blazing passion is what I yearn for,

I’m trapped here with the lonesome girl, and all I want is to be free.

Why won’t she realize it’s only pity?

? ✜ ?

—Of course, an introduction.

A beginning.

Everything has a start. Just like the entire universe, created by the Big Bang. Or God, whatever you want to believe. Similar to the creation of McDonalds, founded by the genius Ray Kroc. Or he was an idiot; whatever you think. Or much like the invention of donuts, where a hole was punched into the middle of a pastry by Hanson Gregory. Most would argue he was simple-minded for devising the world’s most popular treat in one easy step.

But enough about donuts, as appealing as the topic is. This is only about the coincidental onset of a romance between a duo. Or was it fate at its finest? Nobody bothered to stop and even cause a dispute about it. Tiffany Hwang did, however. Ever since she had heard about it—and mind you, gotten involved—she was the only one to voice out that it wasn’t just a coincidence. It was, apparently, fate. “From the way he looks out for me, it can't be just a coincidence,” the teen had asserted quite stubbornly. “He’s just so different from other boys.” Indeed, how typical of a young girl in love to announce.

Now whoever thought it was a coincidence in the first place? Well, who else: the "man himself." The creator, the inventor, the founder. The, supposedly, jerk. Kim Taeyeon, who never ceases to continue the debate that it was a mere coincidence. And to add up to the dissertation, he claimed that it wasn’t even a romance. Not even a crush, nor a fling. “If she realized who—no, what I actually am—I’m sure she wouldn’t be interested anymore,” Kim's affirmed countlessly. “She's better off not even trying.” Certainly, how habitual of a douchebag in defiance to declare.

Isn’t it hard to choose whose side to take? From the persistent girl who’s fallen so deep in love, to the fixed boy who’s flew so high in his denial. Without any proof, no evidence, no insight on the tale, it’s impossible to determine who’s right or wrong in this matter. Forget about the donuts, McDonalds, the universe itself. This allegory revolves around two unique people, each with their own secret, mind, story, and heart.

 this is not a genderbender story .