I’m glad that there are positive people reaching out from the BBC fandom, too. And that someone else agrees there’s no gain in this. I’m quite concerned for our idols. As long as there’s Kiss Mes barking off heads for BBC barking off, and vice versa, our idols will be getting hate and that is something none of them deserve. AUGH. It’s very frustrating!

You’re all being really insensitive about Dongho right now. Give it a rest.

NO MATTER HOW MUCH YOU GUYS BITCH AND COMPLAIN, he’s not going to look any worse to me, to my friends. He’s not going to say sorry again because you’re so butthurt. Think about it. WHAT does complaining anymore have to offer? What the fuck are you trying to accomplish?

The childish thing is bringing this up on Soohyun and Kevin’s OST track or w/e. They have absolutely nothing to do with Dongho’s comment. Are you just trying to piss us off? Because that’s REALLY all that is doing. I’m not going to turn around and say, “oh, yeah, you’re right. Sorry my bias is a ____ or a ____.”

Seriously. You guys aren’t saints for pointing out what Dongho has done wrong. There is absolutely no reason to unless you want ME to start pointing out whatever mistake YOUR bias has made.

You are absolutely NOT making the situation any better. Just would like to point that out. Oh, I know I’m not making it better. But maybe if you guys step back and realize you can’t fight fire with fire, or, that you’re not going to accomplish anything with this- maybe, just maybe, you will see that hate really does nothing.

Pulling the fucking hippie out of me. Just forgive and love. Please, because… this is absolute bullshit.

this is a dirty thing for my boyfurendo so do not touch

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Our love is a galaxy. It is envied by those who apprehend the rarity of the spiraling, deep pink nebula. Searching the night sky with a human eye will bring a failure of discovering it- people need to hunt much deeper. And as it continues to etch its path, these people will soon be able to evaluate the effort the stars put into lighting the hazy, cruel midnight. The galaxy burns, oh so deeply, to the point of impulsive obsession. Yearning only for the success- the removal of a void, the creation of a utopia- it fights all odds to stain accomplishments much greater than itself.

My love for you is human. It is a greedy mortal that succumbs to the emotions that are designed to weaken the already faulty soul. Breathing is necessary to calm the nerves you so effortlessly rattle. Yet the chocolate eyes sense such meaning in your words, inhaling air seems a waste of essential moments. The human is without fear and is strong like a boulder enveloped with snuggle-toothed diamonds. As pathetic as it was built to be, with a companion, it seems invincible.

You are my wishing star. Glistening with supreme, riveting properties, it is the entity I search for in my countless desperate times. It strikes strong hope into me and as it glitters, I can’t help but beam in return. This wishing star deserves all of my thanks- every single ounce. My wishing star is going to make my dreams come true. It has brought me the prince I have asked for, year after year. Once the stars in our love, in our galaxy mature, I shall use them as stepping stones to reach my wishing star.

Let’s continue like this for as long as we wish, as long as this is all we can have. Let’s celebrate this and many more holidays with the same fiery intensity of our galaxy. I love you so deeply and I am constantly making a fool of myself, trying to see if I can describe even a portion of what my heart feels for you. And if I can ask one thing of you, I want us to lay tonight for bed and once again describe what we see and feel that very moment. The closeness is what I crave from you tonight.

Ah, my honeyed wishing star. It seems I have gotten a bit ahead of myself. I have yet to ask you.

Will you be my Valentine?