Nov 29, 2011 21:04
*Rose was feeling miserable. He had died his hair back to it's blond color, just to see what his manager would say, and so far there wasn't a problem. Unfortunately, he had gotten sick. He whined as he curled up on his couch, bundled up under a cover, a cold compress on his head and drinking hot tea. Rose texted Yonghwa, hoping his lover wasn't busy.*
Hey baby... I'm siiiick. Can you come over?
yonghwa,
c.n. blue,
rose,
the trax