What Killed The Cat
What A Boy Wants (Not Quite So Heaven Sent)[CONTENTID1]What A Boy Wants (Not Quite So Heaven Sent)[/CONTENTID1]
[CONTENTID2]What Killed The Cat[/CONTENTID2]
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I couldn’t help it, couldn’t stop myself. Peeling off the white leather coat I wore I moved forward, creating a barrier between the prying eyes and JR. Why was I helping him? When I had just tried to ruin him? Was I really so poorly made for revenge I couldn’t even walk away right as I had succeeded? Part of me craved for more, to rip him apart on stage, prove his worthlessness, and yet…Here I was.
I’d have to move this into my favor, yes, I couldn’t just let this be me being nice. I was over the niceness, it had only ever gotten me a cheating boyfriend, after all. And even as I helped JR backstage, shielding him as best I could, I came up with an explanation to satisfy the roaring in my chest, demanding vengeance. This would surely be all over the net by the next morning (and Oh Boy was it :D, I just *might* have a couple of those on my computer as screensavers…what? I never claimed to be sane. I’m a kpop fanboy, remember?), but with it would come the gallant tale of Choi Ren, JR’s savior. I would be thrown into a wonderful light, and JR would still be embarrassed before the world.
It was all a wonderful plan, a perfect explanation for my actions, I’m still giggling over it, even now.
In the days that followed, Minhyun started being nicer, and I wondered if I had endeared myself to him in some way through my assistance. JR and I officially broke up in a very calm and polite way, I only threw one glass. Aren’t you proud of me? Minhyun, however, didn’t seem as satisfied as I might have expected – after all, I had done everything he had asked of me now. Perhaps he was worried over my confession, which he needn’t have done. I may have liked him, but I could get over like easily enough. And apparently, even love.
It’s occurred to me that some of you are a little bit upset at me. Some of you think I’m being mean, awful, evil even, constantly having these ‘plans’ of mine – toying with the feelings of others. So I’m going to share with you a glimpse into the past, and maybe you can see the person I used to be, and the reason I am the way I am now. I lacked detail when I burst onto this blog claiming the dashing JR of Nu’est was a cold blooded cheater. I’ll give you the specifics, shall I?
A few weeks prior:
Hands looped themselves around my waist, soft lips pressing against the slightly sweaty skin of my bare neck, long hair tied up in a ponytail. I grinned happily, twisting in the loose hold to face Jonghyun – aka, JR.
“You dance Lipstick all too well you know?” JR laughed and I blushed ruefully, before he continued, “You’ve been doing so well in practice, babe. I never would have thought you could get better than you already were!”
“Stop it, you pabo!” I whacked him playfully on the shoulder, cheeks aflame. Jonghyun pouted, leaning in closer to whisper in my ear, making me even more flustered than I already was.
“Jjagya, how about a private show?” he murmured, only for me to push insistently at his chest in order to get out of his grasp,
“Yah! Not in
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