The Beacon; My Siren - Chap 16

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Title: The Beacon; My Siren
Author: wild_terrain (ie. fi_chan)
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Chapter: [16 / ?]
Rating: MA15+
Genre: AU [FLANGST, mystery, spirituality, romance]
Summary: Philophobia… The fear of falling in love or being in love. I didn’t know such a thing existed until I met him… Kim JaeJoong was my age-a youthful 25 years-and the owner of a popular café, yet he was already known around town as the mysterious hermit who had chosen to completely withdraw from the world. How on earth could someone so young be afraid of loving others to the point of secluding themselves from all human beings? What was he afraid of? What was he hiding? I just didn’t understand it. And by that stage, the need to understand it was all I could think about... In fact, he was all I could think about…

Jung Yunho… For all of my life I had grown up away from the limelight. I couldn’t stand being noticed by anybody, and for a long time I thankfully never was. But then you came and suddenly you were everywhere - waving to me as I swept the café after closing, saying hello to me as you cycled past the bench I was sitting on, helping me carry my groceries inside whilst talking non-stop to me as if we were actually friends… Why are you always around making my heart thump erratically? Why do you even care? The more you try to explore this town, the more I need to step up and protect you from your own curiosity, because I know It is out there and I know It wants to harm you…

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A/N: I'm baccck. Kinda busy as a bee but aren't we all! lol. About to go out to the city with my friend to see a musical, so I better be quick! Don't wanna miss that train~ hehe enjoy!







Why do people kiss?

Why is it that we show love through kisses?

What is it about our lips or tongues that can communicate love or lust to someone else without the use of words?

Why isn’t it that we don’t express affection through some other type of means, like rubbing elbows or nuzzling noses? Yet, that first special moment shared between two people that everyone aims for-that moment after perhaps shy gazing or handholding-always appears to be two lips touching.

I couldn’t imagine two cows or two dogs experiencing attraction and communicating their desire to procreate by touching their tongues together… Male peacocks attract their partner through flashy feather plumes - there are no tongues involved at all. So why, I honestly wonder, do humans have the honor of such sensual communication?

I could go all day kissing and it wouldn’t benefit anyone but me or perhaps the person that I was rubbing tongues with. It seemed rather selfish, this method of exchanging attraction. It was so easy to lose yourself in a kiss, forgetting that there is such a thing as time. Hours of the day would be lost from just kissing. Patients could die if doctors lost track of time whilst kissing somebody; people could remain homeless if builders were too busy kissing to construct homes; parents could be weeping for their deceased children, surrounded by injustice if lawyers were too distracted by kissing to sentence the murderers to jail… How was it that society was still able to function like it did when there was such a thing as kissing? Wouldn’t everyone in love want to spend their days kissing instead of doing their jobs properly?

Whenever Yunho kissed me, these questions seemed all the more puzzling.

For once in my life I didn’t care about whether the diners in my café were satisfied with their meals, or if the chefs were slacking off. Everything else seemed so trivial compared to Yunho’s lips and warm body lying over mine.

We finally parted again, and I was met once more with the sight of Yunho’s emotive eyes gazing into mine. We both struggled to catch our breath, unable to form any words for the moment.

It was Yunho who finally spoke first. “You’re a…guy…”

I nodded, still panting a little bit.

“You’re a guy, but…somehow…it feels so…right.”

I nodded again, my eyes still locked onto his.

“You feel it too…” he stated before giving a short shake of his head in amusement. “Of course you feel it…” he scolded himself. “Why else would we have…” he trailed off, looking away from me for the first time and resting his forehead against my collarbone.

I closed my eyes again, unwilling to move an inch or distract myself in the slightest way from this moment. Yunho had never been this close to me… I had never felt this content…

“So then…” I slowly spoke, my words practically a whisper. “What do you want for dinner?”

I both felt and heard Yunho’s laughter at my random but practical question. I couldn’t help but to join in with his chuckles.

“JaeJoong, you twit, could you please be quiet for a moment longer?”

My chuckles subsided but my smile remained. With an affectionate pat I let my hands rest on his back, my eyes slipping shut for one more moment that evening.

Later on that night, after we had eaten our dinner, there were still so many unanswered questions in my head. Mostly they were about us, about Yunho’s feelings, about Yunho’s ex-girlfriend… I couldn’t even seem to ask any of them out loud though, only the questions that were harmless and unimportant.

“What does that program do, Yunho?”

We were back to sitting on the bed staring at his laptop after a mostly silent dinner.

“Which program? This one?” he asked, pointing to the little colorful icon that had caught my eye. After seeing my nod he smiled and opened the program up. “I love playing around with this from time to time. It can get so addictive. Although, it’s more fun when you have someone else with you to play around with.”

To my surprise, both of our faces suddenly appeared on the screen as if we were looking into a mirror of some sort. “Is something supposed to happen?” I slowly questioned.

“After I click this button, sit into the center of the screen and find out.”

My eyes widened as I suddenly grew two heads. I looked so bizarre, like some kind of demented alien. Moving to my right a little bit I couldn’t help but laugh as my face suddenly shrunk in size, as if two walls had come together and squished my face inwards. It was not an attractive look, to say the least.

“Playing around with symmetry has never been more fun,” Yunho chuckled beside me, popping into the visual behind me so that it looked like his neck was growing out of my head. “And the best part is that you can record a video of it to look back on and laugh at. A while back, Junsu and I made the best one. Wanna see it?”

I nodded eagerly, shifting closer to the screen in anticipation. By the time the video clip had ended, I had fallen into Yunho in uncontrollable fits of laughter. The two of them had looked so ridiculous with several heads, giant noses and monobrows. There had even been an instance when Yunho had made his figure resemble a muscled superman. He had stepped far from the camera until his waist was as thin as my thigh, and then pushed his chest out until it looked really large and powerful. He looked so utterly ridiculous and yet oddly charming.

Honestly, they were both so brilliant at pulling just the right faces to look utterly ridiculous. I could have watched that clip over and over again without ever getting bored by it.

“Wanna try one with me?” I heard Yunho laugh, his hands wrapped over my belly to keep me comfortably resting against him on the bed. I was in between his legs, my back to his chest, and even though I was completely trapped against him I strangely didn’t care.

“No way!” I laughed back, my face already beginning to feel flushed in anticipation of the embarrassment I’d feel as that program recorded the sight of my warped body.

“Come oooon,” Yunho insisted, “you know you want to try this out properly.”

“I can’t do it as well as Junsu and you,” I protested shyly.

“Doesn’t matter. Junsu just happens to be born a natural fool.”

“So are you,” I grinned, watching him pout back at me over my shoulder on the laptop screen. “Okay, okay, fine!” I relinquished. What exactly was it about Yunho that seemed to always convince me to let my wilder side loose?

“Great. Okay, ready? Go!”

I didn’t even have time to think as Yunho gently but firmly pushed me forwards until the top of my head and chin became triangular-shaped and I lost my nose and mouth altogether. I only had one giant eye accompanied by a thick monobrow. Yunho moved from behind me to grow taller until chest and head were sprouting from each of my broad shoulders. He pulled a ridiculous, sinister face with his mouth comically stretched too wide.

“Now is that a killer-looking mutant creature or what?” he grinned mischievously, making me over with laughter doubly, distorting my shape until I almost disappeared from the screen altogether.

With a satisfied grin, Yunho pulled me close to him again until I was almost sitting over his lap. “I love it when you laugh,” he admitted, unabashedly. “Your teeth are so cute and your cheeks get so plump. It makes me want to kiss you all over. You’re such a tease.” His hand gently stroked my cheek as he spoke, his other hand remaining on my lower lap to give me support whilst I was still balanced over his lap.

My eyes drifted shut at his soft touch. I should have been feeling embarrassed or at least highly self-conscious over what he had just confessed to me, but oddly, I actually felt happy. His lips met mine seconds later and I found myself once more lost to his touch and his taste.

When the magic ended and we had to pull apart, I found my arms had wrapped themselves over his back, lessening our distance and deepening our intimacy. Moving forward to complete what I had started, I held his back tighter and rested my head over his shoulder.

“Why are we doing this?” I breathed out, staring glumly at the side of my bedside table. I guess the fun was over now. Reality could no longer be avoided. We needed to talk properly to each other, having the discussion we should have had over dinner.

“I… I don’t know,” Yunho admitted softly. “I can’t really explain it. I just…want to hold you all the time.”

There were no words I could say; my mind was blank. Or perhaps my mind wasn’t actually blank, but rather, filled to capacity with a whole array of questions and fears that were swirling around in a blur. It was impossible to pinpoint one out and drag it down into focus.

“Why are you doing this?” Yunho questioned slowly.

“I…just want to hold you all the time too…” I sighed, closing my eyes in defeat and nuzzling further into his shoulder for comfort and refuge away from my own honesty.

“Okay…” Yunho whispered, stroking my back tenderly. “Let’s hold each other then…”

I nodded into his shoulder. It seemed like a rather simple solution for feelings that were far more complex, but what else could be done right now?

“What about your old girlfriend?” I heard myself murmur.

“What about her?”

“She was a girl. I’m…not.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Why do you like me then?”

Yunho was quiet for a moment, thinking my question through seriously. “Because…you’re you.”

”I don’t think things can be that simple.”

“Oh, but they are,” he countered, caressing my back again in calming, long strokes.

I didn’t speak for a while, too timid to go any further with such an important, revealing conversation. “Yunho…do you still see her?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“She hurt me. Then we drifted apart.”

“Do you think…you could still…like her?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“I like somebody else.”

“Okay…” I murmured back, sounding like a real twat. What was it about liking somebody that made you sound and feel like such an idiot? “I promise that I won’t embarrass you in public, kissing you in the open until you have to push me into the ladies bathroom.” Oh god, there I was again!

Yunho laughed, his warm breath tickling my neck. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

I felt scared to stay in Yunho’s embrace, but in the end, I didn’t budge an inch. Despite all the conflicting emotions and anxiety, I was feeling I knew that it was okay - like Yunho had said earlier, being with him just felt so right. Right now there was no room for argument, even if it would be myself I’d be arguing with. Why should I ruin a good thing now with doubt when things finally felt right after years of feeling so wrong? For once in my life I wanted to experience a moment where there was no doubt and no pain.

Right now, that place for me was within Yunho’s arms. I wouldn’t abdicate my spot for anything.

“Oh, crap!” Yunho’s sudden exclamation almost made me jump.

“What?”

“I forgot that the laptop program is still recording our every move.”

“WHAT?!”



“No, no, no! What are you doing? You’re supposed to sift the baking powder and cinnamon as well! It’s no good if only the flour is sifted!” JaeJoong prattled on into my ears.

It was late in the afternoon and I had foolishly suggested that JaeJoong taught me how to make cookies from scratch. JaeJoong had moved us into his kitchen and tied his blue apron on. For me he had pulled out a red and green one, decorated all over with the words: Merry Christmas. Apparently JaeJoong liked to be festive in the holiday seasons…

I was beginning to discover that cooking was stressful, though. I had once had to navigate my way through a dark forest with a broken compass and had been stressed to my bones. But this! This cooking business was doing a pretty good job of raising my blood pressure too.

Instead of making the pecan coffee cookies I loved so much, JaeJoong had suggested a simpler recipe for blueberry cookies. Simpler, my ass! What was with this sifting business? Did it really matter that much if the flour and cinnamon were a little lumpy? Couldn’t it just melt into place in the oven?

“Okay good; now rub that bit of butter into the mix with your fingers. We can’t add the sugar in until the butter is nice and merged.”

“My hands?” I repeated.

“Don’t sound so horrified,” he laughed. “It’s kind of fun, actually.”

“Okay, okay, but am I doing this right?” I asked, my hands bathed in gooey substances. JaeJoong was right - it felt oddly fun to run your fingers through the cold, smooth mixture.

Peering into the silver mixing bowl I was making a mess in, JaeJoong nodded and gave me a quick pat on my shoulder.

I had to admit, I found it quite bizarre that this time yesterday I had been experiencing the sweet taste of JaeJoong’s lips for the first time, only to be standing in his kitchen twenty-four hours later with my hands covered in muck.

“Here comes the sugar!” JaeJoong sang, pouring eighty-five grams worth over my fingers.

“Oh, dear god!” I laughed back. “It never ends.”

“It really doesn’t,” JaeJoong agreed with a grin. “We’ve still got the milk and blueberries to go.”

“Fantastic,” I drawled, earning a slap against my shoulder blade.

Barely even a minute later, we were both interrupted by a tentative knock against the doorframe. It was hard for me to turn around, but JaeJoong’s greeting of, “Yoochun?” solved the mystery for me.

“Hi there, JaeJoong, and Madam Jung,” Yoochun greeted back. If I could have turned around properly I would have given him a glare for that dig. Instead, I had to settle for rolling my eyes at my cookie dough.

“We’ve finished up downstairs. There’s not a soul left here but me. Did you want me to lock up before I go?”

“That would be great, Yoochun. Thanks.”

“No problem-o. Ooh, what are you guys making?” the cheery waiter questioned, walking across the room and popping his head over my shoulder to peer into the mixing bowl.

“Blueberry cookies. We’ll save you some.”

“Awesome!”

I jumped a little as I felt Yoochun’s hand rest over my shoulder and his warm breath tickle my ear. “Check your phone later, okay buddy?” he whispered.

I looked at him in confusion, but all I got back from him was a wink. Okay…that was a little weird. I was definitely a bit concerned about that wink. Yoochun hadn’t given me a simple, ‘be patient, man, you’ll find out later’ wink, he’d given me a full on, ‘let’s exchange porn’ wink. I wasn’t kidding! A colleague had given me that wink before and the results had been memorable.

It turned out that my assumption hadn’t been too far off. Well, maybe just a little bit. I’d opened my phone an hour later, whilst JaeJoong was making dinner, to discover a photo Yoochun had sent me. He must have taken it with his own phone earlier in secret. It was a photo of JaeJoong and I in the kitchen. My hands were hidden inside the mixing bowl with my back mostly towards the camera. JaeJoong’s head was close to mine with his hand resting over my shoulder. The scene looked quite intimate from that angle, more intimate than I recalled. I couldn’t tell if it had been just that particular angle, though, or if I’d just been oblivious to the sensuality of it all.

Why had Yoochun taken the photo in the first place? Was it to tease me because I was cooking and turning into ‘Madam Jung?’ Was it just a cute scene he thought should be recorded and passed down? Or had he sensed that there was more going on in that kitchen than an innocent cooking lesson? Was this his way of telling me he knew I’d made a move on JaeJoong?

With a groan, I picked up my phone again, the steam hissing from JaeJoong’s wok behind me going mostly unnoticed. I ran my fingers ran over the phone’s screen, tracing JaeJoong’s head with my thumb. Moving along the smooth glass, I continued to run my thumb along to where JaeJoong’s hand rested over my shoulder. It was actually a really cute photo, and with a few quick clicks of my phone’s buttons, the photo became the background wallpaper.

Lying down on JaeJoong’s bed, I held the phone up to my face to stare at my new wallpaper. My previous wallpaper had been a photo of my favorite abseiling rock at work, the large, uneven rocky surface bathed in a mixture of sunlight and shadow. That photo had been nice, but this one was much better.

Even though our privacy had been invaded, I was kind of thankful to Yoochun for capturing the moment JaeJoong and I had been sharing. It was the only evidence I had to look at that showed the new feelings we felt towards one another - apart from, of course, the video that had accidentally been left on yesterday and recorded our symmetrical kissing. I couldn’t exactly stare at that one though, considering we had four heads in it… Or maybe that meant there was more to love? I wasn’t sure.

The screen light on my phone faded into darkness and I quickly pressed a button to make the photo reappear nice and bright. I couldn’t help but smile as I gazed up at it. I didn’t think I’d ever be lucky enough to get so close to JaeJoong. It had already taken me so long to get him to talk to me comfortably; receiving kisses from him had seemed absolutely out of the question! But we had kissed, and plenty of times too. I was such a lucky son of a bitch. To have him feel the same way about me as I did for him was unfathomable. He did like me too, though. It wasn’t just a warped perception of mine; he had really admitted his mutual feelings, more or less.

JaeJoong liked me too. He really did.

When I’d first met him, I hadn’t seen any of this coming. Sure he had been alluring with that dark, mysterious way of his, but enticing me to the point where I couldn’t stop thinking about him? That had been unexplainable and a pleasant development. I guess these things tended to come about like that - when we weren’t looking for somebody to fall in love with, that’s when we would find them and have our hearts stolen from us. We were all just an amusing puppet show to those mischievous fates. I wasn’t complaining though - regardless of how it had happened, I now had a sweet, gentle, gorgeous man to kiss me goodnight and keep me warm. I wouldn’t want to replace that feeling for the world.

“Dinner’s ready,” JaeJoong called out to me, snapping me out of my reverie.

“Okay, I’m coming,” I called back, smiling wider as I brought my phone down to kiss JaeJoong’s miniature head reflected behind the screen.

After dinner, I found myself walking through the dark streets around town again. I’d gotten slack recently with my evening walks. In fact, I had wanted to stay with JaeJoong to help him wash everything up, but he had forcefully insisted I leave him in peace to do his usual evening chores.

During my walk I stopped for old times sake at the old wooden log fence Junsu and I had used as a seat. Looking back at the café, everything was dark downstairs-JaeJoong had obviously finished sweeping-except for a small patch of light shining from the upstairs flat window and illuminating a couple of trees to the side of the café. It was a comforting thought that JaeJoong was somewhere up there and I’d get to return to him within the hour.

When I did return, trying not to trip up the dark stairs, I found JaeJoong sitting up on his bed, his sketchbook resting against his knee as his hand glided gracefully across the paper. He was so focused on his work that he didn’t even notice my arrival.

After slipping my shoes off, I crawled over the mattress to lie beside JaeJoong, trying not to bump him as I slid closer. Before I could properly take a peek at his drawing, he not surprisingly closed the cover and lifted the book up to whack me over the top of my head.

“Don’t you know it’s rude to look at someone’s unfinished work?” he scolded. He couldn’t fool me though; I knew he wasn’t really angry.

“What about constructive criticism?”

“From you?” JaeJoong laughed incredulously.

“What?”

“You’re not exactly an art critic, Yunho.”

“Oh, you never know.”

“Oh, I think I do,” he teased back, dumping his sketchbook to the side of him before sliding onto his side to lie next to me. We were so close our heads shared the pillow. “Had a nice walk?”

“Mmhmm,” I smiled at him. “I missed you.”

“You were gone for an hour!” he laughed back.

“Hey! An hour can be a long time, you know?”

“It can? It’s so insignificant, though. What is one hour in a whole week? A whole month? A whole season? A whole year? A whole decade?”

“Oh, shut up, will you?” I sighed, slipping even closer to him to touch my lips against his.

His hand slid over my back and lingered there possessively throughout the duration of our passionate kisses. I was glad that he liked to reach out and touch me whenever he fell too deeply into a kiss. I liked his hands on me.

I gave him a few more quick pecks before backing away to catch my breath. “You’re so warm and cuddly,” I grinned at him, throwing an arm over his back and resting my head against his chest.

“So are you,” he hugged me back.

I had meant to start stroking a line from his shoulders down to his lower back, but the edge of my hand bumped against something hard and flat. Pushing myself up with my elbow, I peered over his shoulder in confusion. Ah, his sketchbook. I had almost forgotten about that thing.

“JaeJoongie,” I whispered, gazing down at his face. He met my gaze with those gorgeous, dark brown eyes of his. “You better move your book incase we accidentally squish it.”

“We won’t squish it,” he insisted rather innocently.

“Oh, yeah?” I tried not to laugh. “Last time we kissed on this bed I do recall an incident where we wriggled so much we almost kicked my laptop off the bed.”

“You exaggerate,” he pouted, and this time I really couldn’t hold back a laugh.

“JaeJoongie, I had to get up and move it!”

“True…” he sighed in defeat.

Shaking with laughter, I swooped down on top of him again to kiss him affectionately. JaeJoong fidgeted under me, flattening his back onto the mattress until I rolled on top of him.

Groaning into the kiss, my fingers slid down to his petite waist, slipping under his shirt until his soft skin was under my fingertips. My thumb dipped into his bellybutton as our kiss deepened, causing a deep moan from him. He was so easy to please and so new at this; it was driving me crazy.

My elbow stuck out as I tried sliding my hand further up his belly, knocking into something hard that made a loud growl of disdain as it crashed to the floor. We both continued kissing each other, ignoring the noise completely until we broke apart for some air. Glancing down briefly at the floor, I sighed in annoyance at the sight of the fallen sketchbook.

Joining my gaze, JaeJoong gasped in alarm. “You did that on purpose!” he accused, propping himself up on his elbows.

“Excuse me? Like I would deliberately concentrate on knocking a book off the bed when I’ve got a gorgeous man under me, who I could be doing much more interesting things to.”

JaeJoong lightly pushed my chest away so he could have enough room to roll onto his side and pick the sorrowful book up. “Crap, there’s a crease,” he pouted, trying to smooth the paper down as best he could.

The picture that was displayed was quiet intriguing. There were four figures - two adults and two young boys. You couldn’t necessarily call it a masterpiece, but it was still pretty good. The figures clearly belonged to a family, and from the looks of things, a very loving family.

One of the boys was holding onto his mother’s hands, whilst the other skated around them on a scooter. The father figure was laughing at the scooter child, bent over and cheering him on. All four of them were standing in a garden surrounded by trees.

There was something different about the way the scooter child and mother figure were drawn, though. Both had wide eyes and wavy hair. It seemed the scooter child resembled his mother more, whilst the quieter child resembled his father.

“That’s a really cute drawing,” I smiled at JaeJoong.

“Thanks…” he quietly murmured back, finishing up his damage control until the crease was only miniscule. I lifted a hand up to help him hold the picture up over our heads so that I could examine it more without having to move my head from the pillow.

“What inspired you to draw that?” He shrugged, staring up at his artwork instead of my face. He really didn’t seem comfortable commenting on his artwork. I felt compelled to keep complimenting him, though. “The mother is really pretty. She has really beautiful eyes,” I smiled, peering closer at them.

“Yeah… Probably because she’s British.”

“British?” I exclaimed in surprise.

“Yeah. My mother was born in England.”

His mother? My eyes widened in deeper shock. This artwork JaeJoong was drawing was a family portrait?

“My dad was Korean. He met her on a holiday and she ended up moving to Korea to be with him.”

“Wowww,” I mumbled, gazing back and forth at both the parents in front of me. “So that must mean that the kids are half Western?”

“Yeah. Only my brother, though.”

“Oh, that’s right,” I murmured, glancing at JaeJoong hesitantly. “You told me before that you were adopted.”

“Mmhmm. I didn’t look a thing like my brother. His hair was curlier and his eyes didn’t look Korean at all.”

I nodded as I listened to JaeJoong’s exclamation, staring at the little wavy-haired boy playing on his scooter. In some ways that scene looked a little familiar. In fact, he looked a little familiar.

“Yunho, what’s wrong? You look a little pale…”

“Nothing’s wrong,” I reassured him. “Just got a creepy sense of déjà vu.”

“Déjà vu?”

“Yeah. Your brother must have reminded me of someone I’ve seen before in a Western movie.”

“I used to be really envious of my brother,” JaeJoong reminisced, letting out a sigh and leaning his head against my shoulder. “He had these really pretty blue eyes like my mother. I’d never seen blue eyes before on a person that wasn’t on a television screen, so I thought he looked really cool.”

Blue eyes…? I felt my breathing slow down.

“He had a cool name as well. Damien. My mother wanted him to have a Western name as well as a Korean name. His Korean name was Daemin, but we always called him Damien instead.”

“Damien…” I softly spoke, listening to the strange, English syllables roll from my tongue.

“Mmhmm. But he wasn’t alone there. When I was adopted they gave me a Western name as well. I was called-”

“-Jayden...” I felt JaeJoong tense against my shoulder as I uttered the name that had been most likely resting upon his lips.

Scrambling up into a seated position, JaeJoong stared down at me in both shock and alarm. “How did you know that?”

“I… I dreamt it.”

The confusion and utter shock that spread across JaeJoong’s face mirrored my own. We both couldn’t move, too surprised by what I had just admitted to do anything else but stare at one another.

///TBC///

A/N: LOL yes. Finally Jae’s going to learn about what Yun’s been sort of hiding from him. Hope you enjoyed the non-stressful kisses whilst they lasted, lol.

Thanks so much for the ongoing support, cheering, and commentary, guys! I’m so glad to be on this ride with you. ^^

Now excuse me whilst I bolt like crazy and get ready for the musical I’m going to tonight. So excited! My bro took me to see Spring Awakening a month ago and I enjoyed it so much I managed to get tickets for tonight’s performance and have a friend to drag along with me! The seats this time are closer to the stage so hopefully I’ll get a great view of the gay kiss scene, muahaha. *evil grin* I have no doubt that when it was performed in Japan the two dude would have still kissed, but I'm still curious to know how they tackled that particular scene when it was shown in Korea... Did the Korean actors still kiss? Damn that would have been hot to see. And funny, since Korea is so homophobic... *one track mind* XD