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SiHa

is sitting on a bench, somewhere in the park, hidden among the plants that grew around it, admiring the sky looking figures in each cloud that crosses his eyes.

Sharpens the sense of hearing.

There is.

Close your eyes and let it go for what every sound he makes one wonder.

Children playing jump rope ... A constant murmur of people talking, unable to decipher even say ... Different sounds of passing cars, so fast that you're not sure if making it up ... Someone listening to music about where "Love Letter" if its meaning has not failed ... Someone laughs about where ... awake their eyes to see but can not find one in sight.

DongHae not know what to do. Perhaps it should go to dance practice to which he was invited, but refused! No reason decided to go for a walk and yet ... do not know what to do.

tan closes his eyes again and feel like someone suddenly interrupts his day of 'not knowing what to do' sit at his side. Surreptitiously opened one eye to look well in black-haired boy who sat on YOUR banking; a boy with features typical of a model for the collection SPAO Winter, who want to buy clothes modeling to give you warmth in the cold at that time and share with him a cup chocolate.

This boy smiled for no reason to notice how different shades of pastel pink cheeks aparecian camouflaged in the elderly.

DongHae dodged his gaze-a look that would melt the coldest heart, doing so timid cold hands and caught the chin from the highest to leave before the face of the owner of that daring hand.

knew not the bearer of such a beautiful face, I did not know where he was or even less that I wanted to there but Donghae did not refuse to kiss the child he had stolen a kiss to which both they entered a sea of sensations and emotions by which different galloped all over their bodies.

Perfect. Simply perfect harmony existed at that time.

Both knew what to do.

A faint popping sound, which grew loud and clear broke that piece of cloud on the Donghae walked ... back doing that ... dream? Really it was a dream?

YeSung turned and saw who was calling him to go to The practice of dance that had not yet begun.

He turned again and nobody was there at his side. A dream? "Dreams are so ... real?

It was with doubt in his head and a tingling in your hands while in a bush, sitting on the green grass was Siwon, it looked as though he could not wipe this smile that -touched her lips had dared to touch the the one guy who could not forget.

a kiss would be suitable for dreamers ... or fate would team up?


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