Selene 6.23, Kim Jonghyun's Ideal Type
Description
Look at my eyes, I whisper alone as I look at you from far away
Just smile for me once, I can endure it just by seeing your faceIf you are standing at the end of my life, if I can get closer to you
I can throw away everything and run to youThough I extend my hand, though I extend it with all my strength, I can’t reach you
It seemed like I got closer so I called you with a fluttering heart
But there’s no answer, I guess I can never reach youEvery day changes so quickly and you are warmly and brightly shining
I’ve never seen that turned back (your back) – is curiosity also part of my greed?Since when did I start being with you? From the moment I opened my eyes and started to breathe
I was with you every night (we were together) but I can’t approach youThough I extend my hand (hold my hand), though I extend it with all my strength, I can’t reach you
It seemed like I got closer so I called you with a fluttering heart
But there’s no answer (missing you), I guess I can never reach youEven if you tease me by saying this is foolish, I can’t turn this heart around
I shout out loud (shout out loud and call you), I get angry but it’s no use
I’m just one out of the many people that pass by you (pass by you)
I’m not special to youThough I extend my hand, though I extend it with all my strength, (I can’t reach you baby) I can’t reach you
It seemed like I got closer (so I shout outloud and call you) so I called you with a fluttering heart (I call out to you more)
But there’s no answer, I guess I can never reach youI guess I can never reach you
Foreword
"The moon is beautiful tonight sweetheart, but you aren't here with me...how can I enjoy such a sight without you by my side?"
Jonghyun grips his plain plaid shirt, where his heart is suppose to be, Biting his lip to hold back his soft sobs.
That night
The night he had first laid eyes on that one perticular girl
She changed
His Ideal type in women.
She was different from the everyday girls he would see in Asia.
He had always told others (And himself) that he had perfered girls with pale skin, pink lips and long silky hair that carresed their well defined bottoms.
Yet he doesn't hesitate and questions why he had fallen for someone entirely different.
She was Far from what he always detailed to be his perfect girlfriend/ Wife Material.
She wasn't your everyday Asian girl, as a matter of fact she wasn't asian at all.
She is African American.
Point Blank.
She was a bit taller than him but also she was a bit pudgy, soft and full of curves. (Plushy huggable type)
That night.
Was also the night he regreted rejecting her away, Her confession to her favorite korean singer artist.
How will he try and make it up too her?
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