Manarie li que vaqeriao |At vver eos et accusam DIGNISSUM QUI BLANDIT EST PRAESENT LUPTATUM delenit aigue excepteur sint occae. Et harumd dereud facilis est er expedit distinct. Yoii rockem sockem mow-em yown. Manarie li que vaqeriao.

Occae et harumb bet theap. Est praesent luptatum. Ha! Bis nostrud exercitation ullam mmodo consequet. DUIS AUTE IN VOLUPTATE VELIT ESSE CILLUM DOLORE eu fugiat nulla pariatur. At vver eos et accusam dignissum qui blandit est praesent luptatum delenit aigue excepteur sint occae. Et harumd dereud facilis est er expedit distinct. Et harumd dereud facilis est er expedit distinct. Yoii rockem sockem mow-em yown. Manarie li que vaqeriao. Occae et harumb bet theap. Est praesent

luptatum. Dignissum qui blandit est praesent luptatum delenit aigue excepteur sint occae.
Et harumd dereud facilis est er expedit distinct. Et harumd dereud facilis est er expedit distinct. Yoii rockem sockem MOW-EM YOWN. MANARIE LI QUE VAQERIAO. Occae et harumb bet theap. Est praesent luptatum. Ha! Bis nostrud exercitation ullam mmodo consequet. Duis aute in voluptate velit esse cillum dolore eu fugiat nulla pariatur. At vver eos et accusam dignissum qui blandit est praesent luptatum delenit aigue excepteur sint occae. Et harumd dereud facilis est er expedit distinct.

Kibum.

You wonder when did you cross paths with that beautiful boy; when did "friends" turn into something more; when did you grow close - so close - as to become one. You wonder what is this feeling. Its a funny thing, you think. Never would you have expected to end up like this, those big brown eyes staring into yours, opening up the depths of your soul and exposing it for him. Only for him.

You conclude it's impossible to be away from Kibum. The need for some contact you can never hold back. Whether you're being surrounded by cameras or if you're in the silent confinements of your dorm, Kibum is always near. Your warm sides close together, small sparks jumping from shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip. Sometimes, even during impossible situations, your hands develop a mind of their own and find a way into Kibum's. Your fingers don't always entwine, however. Sometimes, you just brush your palms together, his fingers slightly clinging to you, almost fearing to let go. You love Kibum's hands; they are tender, soft - tensing up at the excitement of the initial touch, but quickly melting into the small embrace. And when you look up, you catch his omnipresent stare. You smile. You always do.

You develop a thing for Kibum's ears. He teases you about it most of the time. He finds it funny how often you reach out for the younger boy's ears, caressing his lobes and playing with whatever earrings he might be wearing. He doesn't understand why you do this; both of you watching television, disappearing into the comforts of the charcoal leather couch with the other members. Kibum's head usually lays on your left shoulder (so comfortably warm) his hair brushing against your neck (it tickles). When your hand travels to his ears, you can feel Kibum's eyes shoot up in your direction. In these cases, it's his lips that turn into a smile. You wonder what is that feeling that builds up in your stomach; the feeling that maybe all you ever need is right before your eyes. And you know Kibum is happiness. You always have.