HAPPY 26TH BIRTHDAY, MASSU!
(credit to yuchen85@lj)
I wish I could write more about this man and just fangirl about NEWS’s upcoming tour and single and fabulousness as a whole, but my manuscript for my summer class is due tomorrow by 8am so some other time, my lovely!
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(Other parts: i, ii, iii, iv, vi, vii)
Another post detailing more illicit nightly activities in even more detail? Yes? Okay. Let your image of me go down the toilet!
It just gets worse from that previous Love Story post, folks.
I headed over to Manny’s dorm once again because he had invited me to a dance. He, his roommate, and neighbor Andrew were all going. It was a formal-ish event so I brought a dress to change into. Since I was used to seeing the boys in sweatpants and t-shirts all the time, I thought they cleaned up surprisingly well!
The walk/train ride to the dance was significant only because it was the first time he held my hand in public! Like I said, we don’t do anything in order, and this small yet sweet gesture had set off a flurry of butterflies in my stomach.
The dance itself wasn’t really significant, so I’ll just bullet point some details:
- Benji got some alcohol from some chick before the dance so he was drunk and weird throughout the night, fail!dancing with various girls.
- Manny was dancing with me while simultaneously watching out for his roommate in case the boy tried to to stupid things.
- …like run across train tracks as a train sped towards him.
- Dathan was at the dance! At 6’3″ and wearing a red dress shirt, he was hard to miss. He offered to drive us back to the boys’ college but he seemed to be having too much fun at the end so we decided to walk back.
- I cannot dance.
- Especially the grinding type of “dance.”
- Manny very kindly (read: blatantly) told me that I should learn how to grind better as us two were walking back to his college, a 30-minute walk.
- I was wearing heels. D:
- It was freezing. (And he’s anemic so his hands were ice.)
- We were starving.
- It was 12:30 am and quite idiotic of us to walk through the city at such a potentially unsafe hour.
- I was still mildly depressed and extremely socially awkward then so conversing on my part took some effort.
Back at his dorm, he found out that I hadn’t eaten in 9 hours (I never complain when I’m hungry to people who are not family because I don’t like sounding whiny :/) so he cooked each of us some ramen. I know, microwaving packaged ramen sounds ergh and cheap, but I didn’t care. HE “COOKED” FOR ME.
Then he surprised me by giving me two things: a personalized key chain with my name on it that he got when he was in Washington D.C. for a wedding during the Thanksgiving holiday, and a giant monkey for my birthday. I hardly ever receive gifts so it definitely caught me off guard. I’m sure I didn’t seem nearly as happy as I was internally but I was trying so hard to not tackle him in a hug (because he had a hot container of ramen in his hands).
But… let me confess it here. The key chain was the ugliest freaking thing I have ever seen. There. Manny, I’m sorry. It was hideous. IS hideous. And yet… I carried it with me in my backpack for the rest of the school year. Luckily for him, I am definitely the sensitive type who appreciates gestures, so I loved it and nearly burst into tears when I realized that he had searched for something specifically for me.
Then we went to brush our teeth together. Instead of letting me walk up a few flights of stairs to get to the girls’ restroom, he said it was fine if I used the guys’ one on his floor with him. And, of course, while we were brushing our teeth, two guys walk in and proceed to calmly use the urinals, all the while continuing on with their conversation with each other.
After food and teeth brushing was horror movie time, of course. I remembered the title of this one since it’s so famous. The Grudge. :D
As the movie loaded, he slid into bed with me and just sort of held me in his arms of sexiness. After a moment of burying his face in my hair, he murmured to me, “I think I might be falling in love with you.”