http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=adQ8y4O5uBc

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Youngjae recovered bit by bit.

You allowed Jaejoong to spend time with him.

Tonight was a special night because it was the last day of your musical. After the performance, all of the staff and actors went to celebrate. You were anxious to go home to Youngjae but the director made you come. So he was home being watched by your mother.

“Bravo!” Everyone clanked their mugs of beer and drank away. You took a small sip. “One shot, come on!” Your co-workers urged. You gave them a small smile and forced a chug. You winced as your brain froze. You hated the bitter taste and popped a strawberry into your mouth.

“Oh, DBSK!” Someone pointed out. Your head snapped to the TV. You saw Jaejoong on the screen. At the sight of him, you gulped another mug of beer.

You had one more.

And one more.

Until you became drunk.

Your brain became numb and you couldn’t think properly. Your co-workers asked to go karaoking but you refused. You started your walk home. You sighed in depression *Now I’ll have to find a new job.* You saw a poster of Jaejoong and stopped. He was posing in a y, charismatic way with his shirt halfway open. Your shoulders slumped. You looked away and trudged home. You heard DBSK’s latest single and covered your ears. *Why are you everywhere I go?*

You saw a pair of shoes ahead of you and slowly looked up.

It w