It was the final stage of mixnine. Jaeyoung and Hyunsu needed something, an excuse, to keep the sparks between them going even after all these. 

"Nothing lasts forever."

  SM High School, is the finest school in korea. It is five star school in korea. It set his own record from education to curriculum sports and mostly art. All of the student here are been selected by the school their self, the student must be nominate by their school head master and with a good in both aspect academy backgrou

Darlin', let me hold you Warm you in my arms and melt your fears away Show you all the magic that a perfect love can make I need you night and day o-o-o-o-o I want to love you Pretty young thing You need some lovin’

They were little things, really. Little things that made Kim Jaejoong... Well, Kim Jaejoong. And Choi Sooyoung being, Choi Sooyoung, was annoyed of them.

               The warm sunlight crept into the room and it didn’t take long before it reached Jaejoong’s face. He squeezed his eyes shut, hoping to block the sunlight from hitting his face, but he soon slowly opened them. It was obviously morning – just past sunrise – and it was time to wake up. Jaejoong sighed, scratching the sleep off his eyes. He looked around, wondering where he was when he suddenly became aware of something warm a

                 Sooyoung ran as fast as she could, knowing that every second mattered. The park was just around five minutes away from the dorm and was usually not crowded at that time of the night. Entering the elevator of the building, she took the time to put on her cap and jacket before replying to the message she got earlier. The leggy brunette dashed of the elevator once it reached the lobby, hoping that her disguise was enough.

Sooyoung sat on the floor of the rehearsal room with no one to keep her company except for the small red and green striped pouch sitting between her long parted legs. A part of her wondered just how in the world did Heechul come up with his oh so brilliant idea but a bigger part of her would rather keep out of how Heenim’s mind worked. Nonetheless, he came up with the idea of an exchange gift with a twist that wouldn’t cost that much and would allow

“Good afternoon, sir. I’m Choi Sooyoung, chef and owner of Casa.” Her tone was friendly, approachable yet very professional. “I was told that you are asking for me. What can I do for you?” If he noticed that she was relatively young to own a restaurant of her own, he didn’t show it… His half or three-fourths covered face could probably be thanked for that. “Bacon, olive oil, garlic, onion, bu