hardlychosen

[Chapter Three] - The Roads We Choose..

Sun, 18 Oct 2009 18:59:01 GMT

Title: The Roads We Choose

Rating: PG-16 for language

Pairing: Multiple
Summary: Failure was not an option.

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Chapter Three

Dragon will go to Heechul. He always does.

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"To what do I owe this pleasure?" Heechul spoke cooly, lightly drumming his fingers along the surface of the uneven legged table that served as a sort of desk in his aged basement of an office. A lopsided smile distorted his almost feminine features and his dark gaze twinkled with unimaginable mischief as he looked upon the young man that stood just in front of him. "It's not too often someone like yourself honors me with their presence."

There was a small grunt of annoyance before the man finally spoke, causing Heechul to lift a curious brow, his smile fading slightly. "I need a certain kind of information, and I know it's you I come to for it."

Heechul quickly replaced his smiling mask and stood easily from his seat, making slow graceful movements around the table so that he could stand infront of the young man. "Detective Shim Changmin, what could you possibly know about anything on this side of town?" He smoothly lifted a hand to drag his fingers through his hair and leaned back on the dangerously wobbly table, but it seemed to hold his weight with little to no problem. "I advise you leave while you still have the chance."

"I know you, Kim Heechul," Changmin responded evenly, remaining unaffected by the man's small warning. He had a job to do, and nothing would stand in his way of seeing it completely through. "I know that you have the tendency to interfere, especially when large sums of money are involved. Refuse me and you'll have a very difficult time staying in business."

"You hardly know me at all, dongsaeng," Heechul chuckled, taking in the tall youth with a slight glare. "I can't help but think of your former hyung when you threaten me like that." His expression soured dramatically, that gaze becoming a more challenging one as he spoke on. "Choi Dong Wook. Perhaps you remember him."

At the mention of the fallen man, Changmin quickly grabbed the collar of Heechul's shirt, practically lifting the man off of his feet. He wanted nothing more than to strangle him right then and there. How dare he call Dong Wook's name! He of all people certainly had no right to do so! But as the soft click of a gun resounded a little too closely to his head and the feel of dangerous metal chilled his entire being, the detective knew that today was not the day to strangle the insufferable Kim Heechul. Not with his goons around.

"We're just playing, Kang In," Heechul's light air had returned almost instantly, and though he knew that the enraged officer could easily pummel him, he was perfectly safe. As much as Detective Shim hated the man who walked on the wrong side of the streets, he needed him too. "You can put your gun down. Can't he, Shim?"

At first, Changmin remained as he was, Heechul's shirt clutched tightly in his grasp, his sour expression darkening by the second. The goon's gun seemed to be his only sense of reason, the only reason he released the man from his tight grasp. "Let's just get back to business, Kim."

Heechul tugged lightly at the collar of his shirt, carefully putting himself back together in order to make himself more presentable. He spared a small glance to the silent Kang In who bowed and vanished into a dark corner of the basement, but the detective was now painfully aware of the other's presence.

The beauty's mischievious eyes slowly returned to Changmin, head slightly tilted to one side. "You know," he began in a soft tone, "your hyung always seemed to come to me for special enlightenment," He noticed how the man tensed, but ignored it and continued on, "so I ask you the same question I asked him. What is it you hope to gain? Let's face it, donsaeng, I know there's profit for you somewhere in all this, otherwise you wouldn't be coming to me."

There wasn't a single criminal soul that didn't know how valuable the pretty face's information was, it would only be just a matter time before the ones trying to dip their fingers into the Kim and Park affairs would show their faces at Heechul's place to get it.

It was Changmin's job to get it first and make sure it didn't fall into the wrong hands.

"Hyung," came the relatively bored voice of Ji Yong from the top of the stairs, slowly growing in volume as the speaker descended, making his way to the two men. "You can probably guess why I'm here, and when was the last time you cleaned this---" but the rest of the young man's sentence was stillborn and his steps haulted as he finally came into view of Heechul and his guest. Upon seeing and recognizing the detective, he took a timid step back up the stairs. Without a word more, he quickly turned about and retreated back to the top of the stairs.

"You," Changmin growled, making a move to follow the newest arrival, but the need to prioritize was a great one. He would deal with that lowly bastard at a different time. One thing was certainly for sure however, if Kwon Ji Yong was in any way involved with anything revolving around the Kim or Park family, Changmin would certainly have his work cut out for him.

With a small roll of his eyes, the detective allowed his gaze to drop to his watch which read in bright green digital numbers: 05:06. "It's too early for this," he sighed then trained his glare on the politely bored Heechul. "I'll be back. Don't get any funny ideas before my return."

"I do wonder," the pretty faced man began with false curiosity, "what your department would think of your coming to someone like me for any sort of help." A twisted smile contorted his face as he spoke on, "Wouldn't it be even more fun should they discover your quick rise to success? Or possibly your past even?" He chuckled, an irritating sound in Changmin's ears. "Or even Dong Wook's?"

Without a word more, the authority figure quickly left the basement, that heavy feel of dread mixed with rage warring violently in his stomach. The outcome of this investigation would not be a good one. He could already feel it.

Heechul grinned and shook his head at the hasty departure of his favorite detective. "Not even a goodbye. How heart breaking." His smile quickly dissipated, his gaze turning serious. "Watch Shim like a dog."

A dark figure emerged from a shadow and effortlessly made his way up the stairs, disappearing only a few seconds after making his presence known. It was a moment later that Kang In stepped out from his own dark corner to station himself at Heechul's side.

"What do you think it is the big guy has planned?" Kang In questioned silently in reference to the man Ji Yong answered to.

Heechul tilted his head to one side and crossed his arms over his chest, allowing his mind to wander over just what his dangerous acquaintance could possibly be up to. He shook his head and sighed when no immediate ideas came to mind. "But since my infinite knowledge seems to be in such popular demand, I'm quite certain that we will soon be finding out."

* * *

"What did you tell him?" The 'big boss' sighed lazily into his cell phone, his gaze remaining alert and being on the look out for any unwanted listeners particularly the sleeping figure sprawled across a large bed just one room away. There was a pause on the other end of the line, causing his eyes to narrow in growing impatience. "Well? What the hell did you tell that stupid Dragon?" His voice rose slightly, but only just. He may have been annoyed with the extended silence, but he certainly wasn't stupid enough to draw attention to himself.

Finally, the voice on the other end of the line responded with a cool and composed tone. "Not to worry, little brother. Dragon is very well aware of what will happen should he fail, as are the others. Whether they complete the task or not, we're still going to have quite a bit of fun this week, wouldn't you agree?"

Boss-nim let out a frustrated noise into the reciever and quickly disconnected the call. He was surrounded by incompetency, he was only surprised to discover that it resided in his own brother as well.

Failure was not an option.

* * *

Yunho rubbed the back of his neck, a heavy sigh tumbling from barely parted lips as he trudged slowly in the direction of his apartment from the complex's parking area. He probably should have been at a local bar, drinking away his worries and failures, but he was just too tired. What started off as simply checking the Park accounts ended up a nightmare when several of the accounts were off several million won, causing the officers present to escort him to the police station for questioning.

Suspect number one.

It had been around eight that evening when Yunho discovered that the numbers just were not adding up properly. A couple hours later found him and the officers each with calculators or pencil and paper, trying to figure out where their math might have turned out wrong. It was a little past midnight when Yunho was finally taken in.

Now it was just barely past five in the morning, and there was still no insight on what might have gone wrong in the balancing of the accounts, or who might have done what with the Park funds. He also probably should have sent a message to Jaejoong hours ago, but had never gotten around to it. He could just imagine the fair faced male waiting for word from the banker, flirting nonstop with anxiety. Long pale fingers would no doubt be curled about his phone, opening and closing the mobile device, the one thin line of communication they had with one another.

Yunho sighed and rubbed the back of his neck once again as he finally stepped to his front door, tired hands reaching forward. One to unlock the door, the other to open it when the old lock would give way to the demands of the key and finally allow the man admission to the place he had come to call home.

Regardless of his exhaustion, the banker's heart fell to pieces when he saw the pretty Kim Jaejoong in a peaceful sleep on the love seat upon entering his apartment. A broken smile lit the man's face lightly as he mumbled silently to himself, "I see he finally made use of that spare key I gave him." He couldn't help but remember the time he had spent reassuring the other man that it was alright for him to enter the apartment when he wasn't around. The young aristocrat practically lived there anyway. Rather than arguing further, Yunho had simply had a copy made and stored it away in the other's wallet.

For the longest time, he had sworn Jaejoong never noticed it, but it was somewhat nice to see that the often oblivious man had indeed noticed.

"I'm sorry, Joongie-ah," he sighed crossing the length of the common area, bringing himself closer to Jaejoong who only continued to rest peacefully. He sighed, studying the man carefully, wanting nothing more than to run his fingers through the other's dark locks and across those plush pink lips, but the want to not disturb him was even greater. So instead, the man retrieved a spare comforter and blanketed the older man with it, allowing the object to bring warmth and comfort to him, though Yunho wanted that job for himself.

With yet another small sigh, Yunho settled himself onto the armchair, waiting for the sun to rise and bring a final acknowledgment to the coming day.

He would have to step into a war zone when he went back to that cursed bank in a few hours and he knew it. Both the Kims and Parks would be sure to raise hell, particularly the Parks since it was their money that had definitely been tampered with. If either family had anything to say about the matter, Yunho would be looking through 'help wanted' ads in twelve or so hours, as he would certainly be terminated from one of the biggest banking families in Korea.

He was young, new and dispensable.

Perhaps even to Jaejoong.

Sun, 18 Oct 2009 17:30:31 GMT

I swear.. I'm gonna scream and call the quits on this stupid re-edit project.. livejournal sucks..

*mumble mumble growl growl*

[Update] - On My Editing Adventures

Sat, 03 Oct 2009 00:11:34 GMT

Aigoo.. Just shoot me.. Why didn't anyone tell me that editing is so not.. fun..?

It's HARD! I hate when things are hard..

*falls over*

Just leave me hear to die.. and leave me to the vultures..

-.-'

Lesson of the day:

Editing is needed if.. You know.. if you need it..

And I do..

But I don't wanna do it..

*dramatic sigh*

Drabble - GDYB! Kinda..

Thu, 01 Oct 2009 17:13:26 GMT

Title: Yeah.. uh.. no title for this..
Rating: G.. ish.. like..?
Pairing: GDYB
Author's Note: So I've discovered that this is how I deal with exhaustion.. And considering that I'm waiting for the rice cooker to hurry up and finish with my rice.. I still can't go to sleep yet.. -.-' Aigoo~~ Then after I eat, I'll either be wide and awake and annoyingly hyper or I'll just knock out right here on the computer.. And I really don't know what this has to do with the drabble.. but.. *shrug* it's whatever. As is my usual in the drabble department, if you like.. great.. if you don't.. great.. ish..? Peace~~

^___^

GD: Pssst.. Ya.. Ya! Wake up!

Boss: *growl*

GD: I know you're sick of me waking you up all the time, but just listen..

Boss: *yawn*

GD: Aw, thanks man. I'll even make sure Gaho doesn't eat anymore of your treats..

Boss: *glare*

GD: Ok.. You caught me.. I won't give Gaho anymore of your treats.

Boss: *happy bark*

GD: Ok so.. I need to what Bae is up to.

Boss: ~_^

GD: He's been sneaking around. What's your hyung doing, Boss?

Boss: *rolls over belly up*

GD: Are you serious? You won't tell me?

Boss: *bark*

GD: I'm not rubbing your belly! You always fall asleep.

Boss: *growl*

GD: Ugh! Fine! I can't believe I'm being manipulated by a dog. *mumble mumble*

Boss: ^___^

GD: You're worse than Gaho sometimes, you know that?

Drabble - DBSK Drabble.. YaY!

Thu, 01 Oct 2009 02:48:21 GMT

Title: None.. (haha.. no seriously.. it doesn't have a title, it's just a drabble)
Rating: This is a rate it yourself drabble.. thing.. note there is mild cursing and references to sex.. who doesn't love that stuff?
Pairing: I honest can't really say.. I guess there are hints of JaeHo/YunJae.. uh.. implied Jae and everyone else.. xD (and I do mean everyone)

Author's Note: Ok.. So.. Uhm.. I'm insane.. What more really needs to be said? I've been going through Changmin withdrawls lately.. And I thought that maybe this would cure it or something, but in all reality it only made it worse and I am sitting here thinking about all the wonderfulness that is Changmin when I should be going to bed because I have work at 5 in the morning.. -.-' Aigoo.. Somebody bless me with good sense.. Please.. Anyway.. As usual with my drabbles.. It is what it is.. *shrug*

JJ: We've been lookin at this kid for years! How is it only now that I find him undeniably sexy?

YH: BooJae..

JJ: You have to admit, Yunnie.. Changmin.. WOO Changmin! *fans self*

JS: *infamous cackle* Joongie's crushing on Changmin!

YH: *tear*

YC: He is quite the looker now.. Especially when you get him in just the right outfit..

JS: Like when we were doing Mirotic promotions?

JJ: *nosebleed*

YH: Ah! Joongie-ah! Your nose!

YC: Aish.. Get that hentai mind of your's in check..

JS: If Min and Jaejoong-hyung got together.. Who do you think would top, Chunnie?

YH: Do we really need to be having this discussion? *puppy dog eyes at Jaejoong*

YC: Hm.. What do you think, Jaejoong-hyung? Would you let Changmin take that hardened, pulsating flesh and pound it in to you over and over and--

YH: Chun! *appauld*

JJ: Hell yeah!

YH: JAE! *horrified*

JS: When you say it like that,Chunnie, maybe I'd let Minnie-ah have me too. *wink*

YC: Take a number, Su. *smirk*

YH: Guys!

JJ: Seesh! What's your problem Yunho? You're usually the first of all of us to get unexplainably horny..

YH: One.. You're talking about Changmin. Shim Changmin. Choikang Changmin. Dongsaeng Changmin!

JS: Fucking hot Changmin...

YC: Spread them legs Changmin..

JJ: Take me now Changmin..

YH: Second. JOONGIE.. You belong to me.

JJ: Psh! Says who?

YH: Says every YunJae fan community in existance!

JJ: Don't you mean JaeHo? Your ass belongs to me. I however am free to do as I wish..

JS: Oh no.. A JaeHo vs. YunJae fight.. -.-'

YC: Not again.. e.e

YH: What do you mean JaeHo? I top more often, I get my name first.

JJ: Doesn't matter who tops. I run the relationship and don't you forget it.

YC: Joongie's gonna make him sleep on the couch to night..

JS: Or have Changmin claim him while Yunho's still in the room..

YC: Kinky..

YH: Can't you two think about anything else?

YC/JS: Why should we?

JJ: Further more! Look at all the other pairings.. JaeMin.. JaeSu.. JaeChun..JaeChul.. Jae7en.. The list goes on..

YC: Ah.. He brought of Se7en.. -.-'

YH: That bastard that's obsessed with numbers? *eye twitches*

JS: This definitely won't be ending well.

JJ: Jae and anyone is a totally hot pairing.. I think it's time to give JaeMin a go, yes?

YH: You mean.. You've explored all other options?

JJ: *proud smirk*

JS: Well.. I think I left the shower running.. I should definitely go turn it off.. *skitters away*

YC: It might be too hard for you by yourself, Su. I'll help.. *runs*

(And where the hell is Changmin during all of this? *smirk* Oh that's right.. the shower..)

JS: DEAR GOD IN HEVEAN MINNIE-AH PUT SOME CLOTHES ON!!!!

YC: Actually.. leave them on the floor.. towel too.. I much rather you like that..

JJ: Oh! Nekkid Min! I wanna see!

YH: @___@

CM: -.-' I need new hyungs..

A Little Spring.. er.. Fall Cleaning..

Wed, 23 Sep 2009 02:22:11 GMT

As you may not have noticed.. Haha, I'm quite sure no one since I did this like, two seconds ago.. The fics School Daze and Young Bae vs. Tae Yang have been temporarily taken down from my journal because I have decided to re-post them in their edited format. Isn't that exciting?? Also I decided that it's also an easy way to suck more readers into my false sense of reality to make me feel loved (but no lie, I felt extreme love from these two fics and thank everyone who read, commented, spazzed, fangirled, laughed and cried with me. Haha..)

So to anyone who actually wanted to re-read these fics (why would you?) please bare with me as I edit and re-post them for your viewing pleasures. To those wondering what the hell I'm talking about, heh.. You're in for quite the adventure. Hopefully I'll be able to work quickly so not to drive myself absolutely insane, but also keep in mind that I am writing (yes, me, the museless girl, writing) two other works.. One for patra86 and one that ya'll may have started reading and then I just kind of stopped. Heh.. bad me..

Anyway.. Again.. Since I do want to improve my writing a bit more than my story-telling, I guess editing is now my friend. (*mumble mumble*) Please be patient with me and I hope that I will be able to deliver soon!

Thank you so much! You all are awesome beyond belief!

[Drabble] Not Just Any Drabble But A GDYB Drabble!

Tue, 08 Sep 2009 16:19:07 GMT

Yeah.. Please don't say anything about my lack of sanity. All I can say is that this one is dedicated to patra86 because I promised her something not so emo and with a happy ending for GDYB.. Well.. I don't really do happy endings.. So.. She's just gonna have to settle with this drabble.. Haha.. Plus, I'm posting this while I stall for time to write her something FOR REAL.

^____^

Rating: PG
Paiing: GDYB
Summary: Nothing but love for GDYB.. Hehe..

* * *

GD: *cuddles up next to YB after working out*

YB: Get off me..

GD: Bae.. *cute pout* Why?

YB: You stink.. Shower first.. then we can cuddle..

GD: Cheh.. That's not stench you smell.. That's hard work. Did you see me lifting those weights tonight?

YB: Yes I did, but that doesn't explain why you smell like ass..

GD: Speaking of ass.. *sly grin*

YB: *glare glare glare* Focus, Ji. You need a shower.

GD: Shower with me?

YB: No.

GD: Ah~~~ You didn't even think about it.

YB: Ok.. *think think think* No.

GD: You're so mean Young Bae-ah~~~ T___T

YB: ...

GD: Ya! Daesungie-ah! Seung Ri-ah! Shower with hyung!

YB: Fine.. You win, let's shower. *eye twitches*

GD: Yay!

YB: But Boss and Gaho are sleeping in bed with me tonight..

GD: Boo..

[One-Shot] - Wish..

Tue, 08 Sep 2009 14:40:15 GMT

Title: Wish..
Rating: PG
Pairing: GDYB (one-sided)
Summary: Sometimes he wished someone did notice.

* * *

Sometimes he wished someone did notice.

The way his left eye would twitch ever so slightly when the track didn't meet his standards, which was why he always seemed to be so unhappy in the studio until everything was just right.

Or the way his hands had to be in constant motion, whether drumming on a solid surface or making vivid hand motions in the air that meant absolutely nothing to everyone, himself included. His hands never seemed to fail at doing something, but next to no one took note of this either.

He wished someone would noticed how his lips would tremble and quiver whenever he was nervous, or how silent he became when stressed or angered.

There was also that wish that everyone understood him, but so few did. So few understood him until it hurt him deep within his heart.

He wished that everyone really knew Kwon Ji Yong and understood and appreciated who he was and who he was meant to be. He wished that everyone noticed that he was human, just like everyone else.

He wished.. He wished..

But until those wishes came true, Young Bae would have to settle for being the only one that noticed almost everything about his dear friend.

It was a lonely feeling being all alone in understanding the ever complicated, yet surprisingly simple Kwon Ji Yong. The only one to notice.. The only one to see.. It was even more excrutiatingly painful to be the only one to feel..

'We'll always be best friends, Young Bae-ah,' Ji Yong had supplied one night after a late rehersal and an even later dinner. The truth of his words shone in his bright smile, and there was no doubt in Young Bae's mind that he meant it with every fiber of his being.

The truth of Ji Yong's words sent a burning pain through Young Bae's heart and it had taken the singer every ounce of control to return the smile as he struggled to reply, 'I'm glad, and nothing will change that.'

He wished that Ji Yong would notice how his body would tense whenever the prodigy rapper would invade his personal space, or how his heart hammered whenever they hugged, however briefly.

Wished that he cared a little less about what others noticed about Ji Yong in exchange for Ji Yong to finally take notice of him.

He wished that Ji Yong noticed how his eyes became a little more dull each day as the term 'best friends' was often used in reference to the two entertainers. He wished Ji Yong cared more than he seemed to..

No one noticed how Young Bae retreated into himself, growing even more distant with others as his 'friebdship' with Ji Yong only seemed to remain just that. They especially didn't notice when Young Bae would just stare off into space, his head usually filled with images of his bestfriend, and the things they could be doing if it weren't for that damn title.

Dong Young Bae had never cared for things such as attention or praise. He simply worked hard and believed that at the end of the day, if he had done well, all would reveal itself over time.

But for the first time, Young Bae wished that, for the sake of himself, someone noticed.

My Treasure Chest!!!!

Thu, 03 Sep 2009 08:36:46 GMT

I've noticed a trend.. And this is SO my response to it.. Heh.. I can't help myself sometimes... I just.. *shrug* have a way with words? And note.. (even though there is another note to accompany this) I just wrote this like.. five minutes ago.. in like.. five minutes.. so.. DON'T JUDGE ME! And if you this it's crack-tastic.. ok.. If you don't.. ok.. and if you are just like wtf o.O then YES! because I think that is my goal with this one.. Heh.. *shrug* It's a Big Bang one btw. ^___^ LOVE~!

A/N: I've noticed a few vampire fics fluttering around livejournal for a hot minute now and so I thought to myself, "HEY! Why the hell don't I have one?" So here it is.. My totally unplanned, unbetad, un-thought out, random, most out there piece of writing I may ever decide to do a chapter fic on (MAYBE). *definite nod* Note: My muse still hasn't found his/her way home.. Lost train ticket or something like, that so I'm currently holding a fundraiser to bring my muse back home.. Should you like to donate to the cause.. well.. don't do that because you could so be spending your money on something much better than my muse.. Trust me on this one.. I certainly am.. Hehe.. Anyway.. Let the good times roll!!!!!

VAMPIRE FIC!!!!!

~***~

"He's definitely a vampire," Daesung concluded with a nod, causing the younger boy at his side to slap his own forehead in exasperation at the older boy's words.

Kang Daesung was by no means your average high school student. Even for a non-average high school student, the boy was still pretty out there what with his outlandish ideas and what not. The newest student to the public high school had only just graced the cafeteria for a grand total of thirty seconds before Daesung revealed his musings to his friend Seung Ri.

"Where do you come up with this stuff, hyung?" It wouldn't be the first time that Seung Ri listened to his friend's insane ramble of absolutely nothing, and it certainly wouldn't be the first time that his friend came to such extreme conclusions only to end up completely wrong once everything was said and done. He could only be so luck that he wasn't nearly as guliable as others they associated themselves with.

"A vampire?" Minji, the clueless freshman who practically hung on Daesung's every word whispered excitedly, pulling her head in close to the boy's that she sat directly across from and practically bouncing in her seat from excitement. "Like from Twilight or something? That would be so exciting, oppa! Do you think I could be his Bella? He's so cute! How old do you think he is?"

The two indulged in senseless talk about how old they thought the school's newest student once, Daesung even suggested that maybe he was a few hundred years old and new kings and queens from different eras. At this idea, Minji let out a silly shriek of excitment causing several heads to turn in the direction of their table.

Being the only one that seemed to care about what little reputation he had, Seung Ri blushed several shades of red and carefully slid his chair away from the two gossipping hens, not wanting to hear a word more of what they were saying. Instead, he allowed his gaze to drift over to the new guy who had suddenly graced their halls seemingly out of the blue.

There was no doubt in Seung Ri's mind that the guy did have a story behind him, but he doubted that it involved mythical beings or supernatural things. It only struck him as odd that someone would transfer into their school with only a couple precious months left in the school year, and if he had heard correctly, this new guy was a senior. Logically, there was no reason for him to transfer so late into the school year, nor was there any reason for the school to accept him.

"He's way too cool looking to be human," Daesung went on, his gaze also directed toward the student who continued to stand in the cafeteria, looking about the mass of students that crowded the place, seeming to search for a friendly face or possibly an empty seat. "Minji, go and sprinkle some garlic powder on him!" He instructed in a fierce whisper, a grin lighting his face, "See if he melts or something! Bali!"

Just as Minji rose from her seat, no doubt to ask the cafeteria attendants to give her some sort of garlic substance, Seung Ri quickly stretched his arm to its limits to stop her. Pulling roughly down on the girl's wrist he offered her a menacing glare. "Don't you dare, and hyung, stop encouraging this insanity! He's a normal human, now get over your kick with vampires and stuff."

Daesung leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms over his chest, a pout quite visible on usually cheerful face. "You're so close minded, Seung Ri-ah. But hey, when that guy breaks into your house and tries to bite you, don't come crawling to me and asking me for help."

Snatching her wrist away from the overly logical Seung Ri, Minji stuck her tongue out at the boy before turning back to Daesung. "Oppa, we can strategize later, I have to meet up with my tutor, but be sure to keep an eye on the new guy for any suspicious movements."

"Ara," Daesung's grin was back in an instant and he waved the freshman girl off. He returned his gaze to the new student. No, not the new student, but where the new student should have been. "Where did that--" he began, causing Seung Ri to glance curiously at him, but Daesung's question was abruptly cut short when there was a light tap to his shoulder.

Shock was clearly evident on his face as he stared into the cool gaze of the very boy he had accused of being a vampire not even a minute ago. Don't look at him too closely! He'll attract you, that's what vampires do. Lure you in then--

"Is this seat taken?" The guy pointed to Minji's abandonned chair and smiled politely at a shell-shocked Daesung, who could only gawk up at him unbelievably.

Slightly unnerved by the boy's unblinking stare, the newest student decided to ask Seung Ri who smiled at Daesung's folly. "It's free to take." He held his hand out to the stranger, an easy smile on his face, "My name is Lee Seung Hyun, but everyone around here calls me Seung Ri."

The stranger smiled, causing Daesung to snap slightly out of his dream-like state, only to drift right back into it. Oh, this vampire guy was good.

He shook Seung Ri's hand with a firm grip, "Looks like we share a name then. I'm Choi Seung Hyun, but I'm afraid I don't have any nicknames as of yet." His eyes then made a careful journey down to Daesung who was staring again, perhaps even drooling all over himself.

Noticing where this Seung Hyun's attention was drifting to, Seung Ri rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Don't mind him. He hasn't taken his medicine today," he lied quickly, reverting to the same excuse he always used for his friend whenever the older boy went into one of his unexplainably odd moments. "He's Kang--"

"Shh!!!!" Daesung was quickly thrown back into reality, back into his situation when he realized that Seung Ri was just about to disclose his identity to this-- this-- VAMPIRE! "Don't say my name you idiot!" He quickly stood and faced the beast that had given himself a human name. "I'm on to your game, Choi Seung Hyun, if that's really your name."

Taken aback by Daesung's sudden-- er-- Daesungness, Seung Hyun took several weary steps back, staring at the boy as if he had grown a second head. "I'm--" he wasn't quite sure what to say to this odd young man, "I-- I'm-- Excuse me?"

"Seung Ri," Daesung turned to his friend in a rather dramatic fashion, "don't go anywhere alone, keep close watch over your blood count, carry crosses and garlic with you at all times and stay in the sunlight. And what ever you do," he paused and chanced a glance at a frightfully confused Seung Hyun, "don't get too familiar with this guy."

With that said, he offered this 'new student' a small glare before stomping out of the cafeteria. He knew that Seung Ri was safe for now, because already the monster's secret had been revealed and a vampire with any sense wouldn't DARE attack someone in the middle of a crowded cafeteria. He hoped not anyway..

Drabble - For Shits and Giggle

Tue, 18 Aug 2009 04:47:15 GMT

Title: For Shits and Giggles
Pairing: GDYB friendship
A/N: Haha.. Not as cute as other things, but funny in it's own right.. At least.. I think so anyway. So if no one toots my horn by liking it, don't worry, I'm not offended, I'll just keep tooting my own horn. Hahaha.. ANYWAY! If you enjoy, great, if not, ok. ^___^

"What a horrible name for a bookstore," Dong Young Bae mused allowed, staring at the large sign that had been designed for the plaza's newest store. He cocked his head to one side, almost praying he had simply misunderstood what it was the sign displayed, but no matter how he looked at it, or from how many different angles, the large bright letters remained unchanging.

The owner of said horribly named bookstore stepped outside of his new shop with a bright smile and sense of genuine accomplishment. "Ya, Young Bae-ah! Help me get some more stuff in here since you're already here." It hadn't taken him long to notice his long time friend. It had taken him an even shorter amount of time to issue the boy an order.

Young Bae rolled his eyes and stepped away from his crazy friend. As far as he was concerned, he would take no part in the insanity that would sure ensue in such a place, if it's name was any indicator. "First off, I don't work for you Ji Yong," he began evenly, "Secondly," he paused, glancing warily at the sign, "I refuse to work in a place called, 'For Shits and Giggles.'"

Ji Yong offered Young Bae the most adorable pout he could muster. "I opened the bookstore so that we could work together, Young Bae-ah! Don't friends help each other out, huh?" He quickly clasped his hands together and dropped to his knees. "There's only only me right now, Bae. I can't do it alone. Please work here! I'll even pay you more than I pay myself! Please, Bae Bae!"

"You opened a shop and didn't hire anyone?" The shorter of the two slapped his forehead in exasperation. "Aigoo, Kwon Ji Yong. Sometimes I wonder how you even manage to live!"

Ji Yong grinned cheekily and wrapped his arms around Young Bae's waist, pulling the young man in for a makeshift hug. He knew when he had won his audience over, however bregrudingly. "That's why I have you!"

^___^

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Big Bang Drabble

Tue, 18 Aug 2009 04:44:00 GMT

Another drabble like thingy that just randomly popped up into my mind because.. Well.. I've been thinking some pretty weird things lately.. Not gonna lie.. Ha ha.. While it is GDYB.. It's G-Ri talking about YB and incase that was too many letters for you.. Well.. heh.. oh well.. *shrug* Not gonna lie.. Drabble like script thingies are fun.. hehe.. anyway.. here ya go!

SR: Has Young Bae-hyung ever gotten really really angry?

GD: That's a stupid question..

SR: Not really.. I'm just curious, I mean.. I've seen everyone else angry.

GD: Him too.

SR: Really?

GD: Remember that time last Thursday you pissed him off so bad that he didn't give you any dinner?

SR: Ani, hyung. I came home a little late that night and you had just finished eating my portion. *glare glare*

GD: Oh. Well.. What about the time you beat his high score on Rock Band and he ended up just selling it to Chae Rin because he's just a pathetically sore loser?

SR: Aish, hyung. Again, that was you.Sore loser and all..

GD: Hn..

SR: You've never even seen your own boyfriend angry before? Psh.. Pathetic..

GD: Ya, shut up and go away.. puppy. *mumble mumble* *sore loser*

SR: Fine. *pout* And don't expect me to come back when you call..

Because I'm Sleep Deprived And Have No Life - ToDae Drabble.. like.. thing..

Sat, 11 Jul 2009 05:08:12 GMT

ToDae Drabble
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: ToDae.. Obviously.. Mention to something else.. Doesn't really matter though because ToDae is where the love is at..
Summary: Uh.. I'm sleep deprived guys.. I don't know where this came from but I thought it was funny.. in my head.. and I have no idea what even made me think about this convo.. probably a GDYB fic I read and then started cracking jokes with the dialogue (it's actually very well written but sometimes with dialogue I tend to crack jokes via adding my own lines if I think a situation is too serious). That and I am in dire need of Oreos..
Warning: Those of you that do not have a sense of humour what so ever should probably not read this.. skip it right on by.. Don't even move beyond this sentence.

I dunno why this came to me.. and so oddly.. but it did.. and because I'm lazy, I'm writing it in a script format.. Because.. well.. yeah I'm lazy and it just seems funnier.. to me.. in a script format as opposed to a story one.. Ok so yeah.. Kaja..

(Top revelas to Daesung that he slept with someone else and that he in fact DID NOT imagine Dae's face tacked onto this person. Note: They aren't in an official relationship.. Just kind of an open ended thing goin on there.)

Dae: So, you're telling me that not only did you cheat on me--

Top: Cheating would imply that we're in a relationship. So.. Are we? *eyebrow wiggle*

Dae: ... So you're telling me that on top of having sex with someone other than myself, that you didn't even imagine me while doing said sinister act?

Top: Well, considering that I was with a girl.. *shakes head* I'm sure you'd understand how odd it would have been to imagine your face while I was with a female..

Dae: A girl, huh.. Well.. I can't compete with that..

Top: Different league entirely.

Dae: You enjoy having sex with girls?

Top: Very much so. *pause* But sex with you is something else entirely. It's more meaningful with you.

Dae: So.. Sex with girls is meaningless.

Top: Right.

Dae: A lack of meaning.

Top: Right.

Dae: Whereas sex with me in joyless.

Top: Right. Wait-- What?

Dae: Holding no joy.

Top: Now you're just putting words in my mouth.

Dae: Bi guys suck.

Top: You're one to talk!

Dae: I'm only Bi when it comes to HyoRi-noona. Different case entirely.

Top: You've never even done anything with her.

Dae: Doesn't matter.. Our love is pure..

Top: Oh! So it's her you're in a relationship with.

Dae: Don't get my words out of context.

Top: Whatever, Dae. You're the one who said it.

Dae: Psh. That's just you being jealous.

Top: No way. Green isn't my color.

Dae: You don't think so? I think you look adorable in green if I do say so myself.

Top: You think? I always thought it made me look-- Wait, no. I'm mad at you.

Dae: Right, because I so just had sex with someone other than yourself and totally didn't imagine you while doing it.

Top: Touche'.

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xDDD Even if no one else thinks this is funny or remotely entertaining.. I do.. ^___^

Meh >.

Sat, 20 Jun 2009 20:07:06 GMT

Because life is unfair and the internet.. I am gonna have to go on a short break from my fic..

To put it all in a nutshell.. Our internet has been completely cut off from our apartment and I'm only able to get to the computer lab on Saturdays and Sundays, one of which days it's closed all together and on Saturdays I have all this stuff that I absolutely HAVE to do for work or else I get fired.. -.-'

*sigh*

I'm working on a plan to come back.. Which involves calling our internet provider non stop, but they only leave us on hold for hours at a time so.. so far that plan is an epic fail. Hopefully I'll be up and running soon, but until then, please bare with me. I am so extremely sorry.

T__T

[Chapter Two] - The Roads We Choose..

Sat, 06 Jun 2009 19:50:41 GMT

Title: The Roads We Choose
Rating: PG-16 for language
Pairing: Multiple
Summary: It would be all too easy to kill him. With the slightest movement of his wrist, the blade would press into that tender flesh, allowing his useless life to leak out in the form of crimson red blood.

AN: Sorry it took me so long to update.. Everything that could have possibly gone wrong with my computer internet wise has certainly happened. I again apologize but hopefully I'll be able to work something out and get on a regular schedule. Hope you enjoy the update!

-02-
Chapter Two

"There's only one person who can help us do this in a week, hyung," Daesung complained yet again as he carefully studied a large building from the roof of a neighboring structure only several blocks away. He lowered a pair of black binoculers from his face and glanced at a still sulky, but very alert, Ji Yong. "Just drop your pride for a second and ask for help."

Ji Yong delivered a sidelong glare in Daesung's direction before quickly shaking his head and removing a cigarette from between his lips, flicking it to the ground. "It doesn't matter if I ask him or not. He won't do shit, and it's not a good idea to recruit his help anyway." He smoothly ground the butt into oblivion with the sole of his shoe, seeming to have little interest in the conversation or the assignment.

Daesung shook his head and returned to his survey of the large business building, already frustrated with their assignment and it was still only day one. There was no sense in arguing with the dragon. He had to believe that the older male knew what he was talking about and what he was doing, because these next few days would mean life or death. "They're on the seventh floor."

"Good," Ji Yong sighed, shoving his hands into his pockets and turning on his heels in preperation to leave. "And don't mention Tae Kwon anymore after today, Daesung."

The younger rolled his eyes and sighed, "You want efficiency, right? You don't want to half ass this, right? He's the best, hyung and you know that."

"I know what I'm doing."

"So says the one that couldn't even protect his own lover," Daesung shot back cooly, not even bothering to lower his voice. The want to hurt Ji Yong all day had been burning at the very pit of Daesung's mind, the need to remind him why they were working together. The biggest flaw of working with one of the best in the business was just that. Dragon was the best, but lately his best was no longer enough. Boss-nim was challenging them on a whole new level. They couldn't afford to give their best, they had to give their all.

Ji Yong stopped dead in his tracks, debating between letting it go or taking it to an extreme and killing the younger right there on the spot. His trigger finger twitched slightly , no doubt wishing the deadly metal of a gun was in his hand. Slowly, the older of the two turned about to face his offender. "What the fuck did you just say to me?"

With a roll of his eyes, Daesung returned his gaze to the neighboring building, scanning the large structure carefully.

A deadly mistake with a murderous Dragon on the loose.

In a flurry of motion, Ji Yong moved toward Daesung and quickly drew a blade, the weapon poised just along his neck. Though the young killer nearly shook with rage, his hand remained perfectly steady after having been in similar situations so many times. "Take it back."

It would be all too easy to kill him. With the slightest movement of his wrist, the blade would press into that tender flesh, allowing his useless life to leak out in the form of crimson red blood.

Predictable. Every move Ji Yong ever made since the hospitalization of his lover was predictable. He was no longer a Dragon but a wild animal recently freed from captivity. He was dangerous, very dangerous, but predictable in every aspect of the word, and because of his senior's predictability, Daesung was more than prepared for the cool kiss of a blade against his neck, prepared for the enraged and defensive tone the killer adopted. He was ready for everything.

"I won't," he supplied with an even tone, "because you know I'm right. You have no one to blame but yourself." He paused, waiting for words of retaliation or for the blade to be pressed more forefully against his skin, but as expected, Ji Yong remained silent and inert. "Nothing to say, hyung?"

Silence still.

"Then let's get back to work."

After several long moments, Ji Yong's grip slackened and he dropped the blade to the ground and turned about to leave, already tossing the moment of tension to the back of his mind. Before leaving completely, he muttered loud enough for Daesung to hear, "There's still Heechul. His skill rivals even Tae Kwon's. Could you settle for that?" Without even waiting for an answer, Ji Yong quickly stepped through the door, not even bothering to give the younger the slightest of opportunities to even properly think up a comeback.

Swearing silently, Daesung glanced over his shoulder with a huff of annoyance and combed his fingers through his brown hair. It seemed that Ji Yong was slowly cancelling him out of the equation, seeming more and more determined to keep him out of the game, regardless of the fact that he was a crucial player. He understood the elder had his own demons to battle, which was all the more reason for him to allow Daesung to be a part of the team.

But that damn Dragon was just so stubborn!

His pocket offered a soft chime as the idea of shooting the older male and continuing on with the job himself played through his mind. Nibbling down on his lower lip, he quickly fished out the phone and looked over the name that flashed across the screen.

Seung Hyunnie.

His brows scrunched together and he felt his heart melt as the phone continued to ring in his hand. What could he possibly say to his lover? He felt terrible enough for having lied to him the three years they had been together, the year they had been living together. He hated lying to the smoky eyed man he had come to love, but it was the only way they could be together. They were on opposite teams. Though he could lie about certain things revolving around himself, Daesung couldn't lie about how he felt.

And he couldn't take Seung Hyun's calls. Not right now anyway. Not with the possibility of Boss-nim watching his every move.

"It's for your own good, Hyunnie," Daesung sighed, returning his phone to the confines of his pocket.

* * *

Seung Hyun let out, yet another huff of annoyance for what felt like the hundreth time that very evening. First had been upon the issuing of his assignment, followed by a few more huffs and sighs. The next series of grumbled complaints and curses came out when he discovered that he would be working under Detective Shim.

Shim Changmin, the single most insufferable know-it-all Seung Hyun had ever met. The young detective had made his mark on crime, diminishing common street crimes dramatically in areas he had patrolled as a regular officer. He had quickly been promoted and proved to be successful even in the field of intense investigation.

He was quick and clever. The best of the best, there was just no doubt about it. The thing that really irked Seung Hyun most about his successful peer was that the prick was quite well aware of just how good he was at his job and made sure everyone knew it too.

The final groan of pure dissmay had emitted from Seung Hyun's lips had been caused when he discovered that not only would he be working under Shim Changmin, but when he found out that he would be working directly with the pain in the ass detective that would undoubtedly give him a hard time on every aspect of the job.

"Is there a problem, Choi?" Changmin questioned as the last of the officers assigned to him filed out of the office they had occupied for a meeting. A lone brow lifted in slight curiosity, but there was certainly a challenge in the way his jaw had set and his eyes pierced through the officer he was definitely less than thrilled to work with.

On top of everything else, Seung Hyun hadn't been able to get ahold of Daesung, who usually stuck to his phone rather religiously. The idea that something could be wrong with his lover troubled him, but having such a detective as a, dare he even think the word, partner, he doubted that he would even get the slightest bit of freedom to check up on Daesung, just to make sure that everything was alright.

"No problem, sir," Seung Hyun finally growled after a short glare.

Changmin met the man's glare with his own even gaze. Oh, he was quite aware of just how much Choi Seung Hyun hated his very guts. Many at the department felt the exact same way about him. A great many felt that he flaunted his natural ability to make justice prevail, felt that he had used dirty tricks to make his quick rise, or possibly bribed all the necessary people in order for him to gain the spot he clearly desired.

He wasn't a trusted man, but he was talented. Because he was talented, no one was stupid enough to get him fired or demoted.

"I only assume there was problem," he went on cooly, taking long even strides toward the officer's chair, his face unreadable, "because of your lack of attention today." He paused, really taking in Seung Hyun for the first time that evening. "Were you always so lazy about your duties?" A tiny smirk ran across his face in an instant and he shook his head, sliding his hands into the pockets of his pants and he casually glanced away from a simmering Seung Hyun. "My my, how the time hasn't seemed to change you one little bit."

"I said," Seung Hyun started, quickly standing from his chair, causing Changmin's full attention to snap in his direction, "that there's no problem. Sir."

"You certainly are a piece of work, you know that?" the detective grinned humourlessly, facing the man in a fearless fashion. "You don't seem to realize just how fortunate you are to have recieved this assignment. There are some that have the strangest notion that you actually have a natural talent." His false grin vanished from his face as he spoke on, "Do yourself a favor and resign right now, because there's no way you'll ever amount to anything in this field."

Several ideas of how to pummel the man instantly rose in Seung Hyun's imagination right at that very second. Even throwing him out of the window had momentarily danced through his mind, but intentionally killing one of the best in the department surely wouldn't look good on his record, though he would be treated like a war hero in prison.

The two men stood chest to chest, glaring at one another heatedly, and one had to wonder if these staring contests would become the norm as they would be working very closely with the other. Seung Hyun was the first to step back, offering Changmin a slight bow before making his retreat from the room. "If that's it, detective, I'll be leaving now." He didn't like playing nice, not with the likes of that guy, but he had a point. Upon successful completion of this assignment, he would be in the good graces of everyone that might be able to grant him a promotion with an amazing reccommedation as well as put him in better graces with those who doubted his ability. With another slight bow, the officer quickly turned on his heels and marched out of the room.

"Fuck this one up and you're finished, Choi," Changmin warned darkly as the man departed through the door to the office.

As Seung Hyun vanished, he delivered a very clear 'Go fuck yourself,' and eventually his footsteps faded into the distance until they were heard no more, and Changmin couldn't have been more relieved to have the man gone from the room.

He didn't want that clown on his team and most definitely didn't want to work closely with him, but he had been overruled. In the opinion of many, Seung Hyun was just as intelligent as him, they're styles of operation would surely compliment one another. Bullshit. In Changmin's opinion, the whiney cop choked at the most crucial of moments, which was how one of their finest had been killed.

"Dong Wook." He muttered the name of the fallen officer who had been gunned down only one year back, saving the life of the most incapable officer he had ever met in his life. "Why he would ever want to save such a stupid runt like Seung Hyun is still beyond me." He collapsed into a chair and sighed, finally allowing his mask to slip a little as a lone tear escaped. "Dong Wook, babo."

* * *

Dragon will go to Heechul. He always does. Make sure Dragon accepts information from no one but you. Heechul will only complicate things.

Directly confronting Ji Yong was certainly out of the question. The two hadn't ended on a very good foot, a horrible one really. The only news Young Bae recieved about the young man's well being were through the messages from Boss-nim, very much like the one he stared hard at.

Getting to his former friend wasn't so much the problem, though it was undoubtedly a problem. The bigger issue was turning his friend off of Heechul's trail. Once set on something, Kwon Ji Yong was stubborn as all hell, and would persist until he got what he want.

Then there was the issue of Heechul..

"Damned if I do," Young Bae muttered to himself as he pocketed his phone and took hurried steps out of the dark alley he had holed himself into upon recieving the message from Boss-nim. Heechul was a none too forgiving person and though Young Bae had yet to cross swords with the man, he was quite sure he would have a difficult time getting out of a sticky situation once that twisted fuck found out just who was tampering with his cilentele.

But not following Boss-nim's orders was just as good as digging his own grave. The boss man was not someone to be ignored or taken lightly. This, the young man knew from far too much experience. "Damned if I don't," he sighed with a shake of his head. He glanced cautiously over his shoulder as he strode amongst the busy night life of Seoul, mixing easily into the crowd of party goers and thrill seekers.

* * *

The Kim party had gone well into the early morning hours, and it came as no shock to Yoochun when the pretty Kim Jaejoong slipped out of the party hall a little past midnight. Inwardly the young Park scowled as the older male slyly made his way out of the ballroom, knowing full and well that the pretty was sneaking off to meet with that Jung Yunho.

As respected as the Jungs were, those people were clearly beneath them, born only to serve their betters. Why Jaejoong would find such an interest in the middle son of the lowly family was certainly beyond Yoochun.

Was he jealous? Oh yes, quite jealous. It was an admirable thing to have those pretty doe eyes turned to just one person for any amount of time, if even for only a second. It was flat out arousing when those same doe eyes glossed over in pure extasy, an action Yoochun had been aiming at for several months on end, but it seemed only Jung Yunho was able to extract such a thing from the gorgeous male.

And it just wasn't fair.

"Yoochun-ah?" A soft voice called, clouded with exhaustion.

But for now, he would have to put thoughts of his future partner aside and place his attention on a more interesting Kim, even if just slightly more interesting.

He slowly turned about to find a tired man leaning against a nearby wall for support as the party bore on, his boredom from the much too long affair finally hitting its peak. His perfectly styled black hair just begged to be mussed in Yoochun's mind, and he had several ideas on how to accomplish just that very thing.

A smirk graced his features as he slowly approached the man, his gaze focused on nothing or no one else.

He was momentarily caught in that hungry gaze. Yoochun always seemed to be on the prowl for something, whether it be business or pleasure. He could easily guess what the man was seeking out on this night. He quickly shifted his gaze elsewhere, not wanting to be caught up in the eyes of his long time aquiatence for a second longer. "My uncle sure can throw a party, huh?"

Without even responding, Yoochun gently grabbed a hold of the younger Kim's wrist and led him away from the heart of the party. As soon as they stepped into the hallway, he whispered hotly, "I'll show you a real party, Junsu."

Kim Junsu.

The black sheep of the Kim family.

Out of everyone Yoochun had ever met, he found this little lamb's story to be particularly enticing. Being in such a well to do society of men and women, one would have to be deaf in order to miss the background story of little Junsu's childhood.

Apparently, Jaejoong's uncle, Junsu's father, was a bad seed. Gambling himself into debt, cheating on his wife of so many years and doing every thing within his power to truly and utterly ruin the Kim name, which would be quite the accomplishment considering that the high end family could do no wrong.

It was when Junsu was ten years old that his father turned up 'missing' after his mother was found dead in the bathroom, but his parents hadn't been the only one that disappeared from Junsu's life at that time.

His twin brother. Kim Junho.

Yoochun had been around when Junsu was adopted into his uncle's home, though many thought poorly of the well respected man's decision to take in the child that reminded so many of the horrible man that tried to bring down his family's name. Yoochun had been there when the small and frail Junsu would cry every night for the loss of his family. Yoochun had been there when the boy refused to speak to anyone. Yoochun had witnessed it all, and so Junsu was certainly a person of interest to him, even if just slightly.

"Yoochun-ah," Junsu began in a quiet voice as he was guided down one winding hallway after another, the sounds of out-dated music and laughter fading as more distance grew between the two men and the party they were skipping out on. "I don't know if--"

"But I know," Yoochun cut him off just as silently, finding a nook to slide into, pulling Junsu with him. "It's fine, Junsu-ah." Without a word more, his lips carelessly fell onto the man's in a demanding kiss, hands roaming wildly over a body he knew that he could get. Fingers sliding expertly over thighs he knew would spread for him. Tongue exploring the depths of a mouth that would willingly pleasure him if not bring pleasure to him.

He would have to labor in order to get the Kim he really wanted to claim, but until that day came, until he finally had one over on the lowly Jung Yunho, he would have to settle on someone more tangible. Someone with an unforunate past, and when Yoochun was done with him, someone with an unfortunate future.

Just as that slight feeling of remorse began to trickle through his mind, Junsu sighed into his mouth, pushing that sweet breath of his into the other man, and reminding Yoochun just how wonderful physical contact was with another person. How much more wonderful it could be with the person he actually wanted.
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[Chapter One] - The Roads We Choose..

Wed, 27 May 2009 01:36:53 GMT

Title: The Roads We Choose
Rating: PG-16 for language
Pairing: Multiple
Summary: But some things just weren't meant to be easy, now were they?

-00- Prologue

-01-
Chpater One

"Daesung-ah," Seung Hyun quickly yanked the brown haired young man back, pulling him tightly against his form as a black car went speeding by the two young men, right in the very spot Daesung had been standing. Only when Seung Hyun was sure of Daesung's safety did he release the seemingly delicate man, "You have to be more careful, Dae. I don't know what I would do if I ever lost you."

Daesung poked out his cheeks and pouted as cutely as he could muster. Let the man of his dreams think him defenseless and unable to get along without him, just as long as Seung Hyun's warm embrace would engulf him in this very fashion more often.

"Don't pout at me like that," Seung Hyun attempted to reprimand seriously, "you know I'm right."

Daesung's pout was immdiately replaced with smile, "You always want me to say that you're right." He shoved his lover gently, "Do you want me to agree with your every word, even when you're dead wrong?"

For a moment, the man was silent, a thoughtful smile on his features before glancing at his other half with a nod, "Yes, even if I'm dead wrong. Agreed?" He held his pinky out for the young man to take, a way of locking the promises they made with one another.

"Ok, ok," Daesung caved without much pressure, quickly taking Seung Hyun's pinky finger with his own. "Agreed." To seal the deal, they each kissed their interlocked fingers before exchanging a quick peck on the lips. Daesung was the first to pull back, as always, a habit the young man had that always caught Seung Hyung's curiosity, though he never inquired, "Now go do whatever it is police officers do."

Seung Hyun grinned before turning about to make his way to the station and Daesung couldn't help but admire his beloved's even and graceful stride. The pride that Seung Hyun put out, the pride that he was, seemed absolutely contagious, making Daesung believe that he too would want to be a civil servant along with the man he loved.

Someday.

"Such a life wasn't meant for me," he sighed as he turned in the opposite direction, "even in my dreams, such a thing could never be mine."

* * *

Ji Yong glared at his reflection in the mirror, trying to stop the onslaught of memories, of all things Seung Ri. The pain that came with the glimpses of his smile was overwhelming, almost numbing to a point really. It had been a solid month since he had gotten any sort of real sleep and it was starting to show. Though he was still quite handsome, his good looks were more haunting and unearthly than anything else.

His skin was paler than it had been in months past and the dark circles around his eyes seemed to sink into his constantly thinning face. He barely recognized himself, and he wondered if his lover would recognize him if he ever woke up.

No,
he thought guiltily, banishing any and all thought of Seung Ri's potential death, he will wake up. I know he will.. He has to..

Shaking his head and splashing his face with water, Ji Yong dragged himself out of the bathroom of his tiny apartment and into the bedroom he and Seung Ri had shared. Since the night his lover had been hospitalized, Ji Yong had barely set foot in the room. Only venturing in to collect clothes, pillows and blankets.

For several long moments, he could only stand in the doorway, staring blankly at the room before him. More memories hit, one after another. Some erotic, others romantic, but each and every memory contained Seung Ri's angelic face, and it killed him to think that it was his fault that either of them were in their current situation. All because of Ji Yong's neglegence.

He hadn't done enough to protect his lover from the dark life he led.

The young man quickly shook his head before turning around to walk out of the room, though he had never even properly set foot in it. He froze in his steps suddenly when he found himself staring down the barrel of a rifle. Though it did shock him, his expression remained completely blank, void of any thought or emotion. On the inside, he wanted to scream for the trigger to be pulled.

But he had a job to do. A life to protect.

"You're getting rusty, Dragon," the rifleman sighed, lowering the weapon and shaking his head. He offered the man a small smile and wiggled his eyebrows playfully, "You're just way too easy to kill and to be perfectly honest, you look like shit."

Ji Yong eyed the lowered rifle before moving his gaze back to the man who had been pointing it at him. "Nice to see you too Daesung."

Daesung frowned slightly at the man's emotionless voice, his blank stare and haggard state. There was no doubt about it, the infamous Dragon was getting steadily worse as the long days wore on. Any longer of this depression of his and they certainly wouldn't be able to get their job done. "Hyung," he began silently.

"We have a week," Ji Yong growled, pushing passed the younger man, "and I told you to never fucking come where I live. You're breaking and entering."

"You were supposed to meet up with me three hours ago," Daesung sighed, wiping his free hand over his face in exasperation. He shook his head, "Listen, hyung, If we only have a week, we don't have time to argue. Boss-nim won't wait much longer and it's not just your personal life that's on the line. I'm next on the chopping block." Or rather, Seung Hyun, he thought with a shiver running down his spine at the thought of his beloved officer falling victim to his employer's foul temperment.

Ji Yong paused on his way to the front door. He had been fully prepared to toss Daesung out of his apartment, out of his life. He wanted nothing to do with 'Boss-nim' anymore, wanted no part in the game he had become such an important part of. But at the same time, to atone for his neglegence, to save Seung Ri's life, he couldn't.

Both he and Daesung were in the same boat and they would have to work together if even one of them were to sruvive their employer. He rubbed the back of his neck as he turned around, a sigh breaking through chapped lips, "That bastard wants more from us, doesn't he?"

Daesung nodded firmly, his gaze strong and determined to see this through, but more than anything, determined to succeed for the sake of another. "Not only the Parks, but the Kims as well. I started on something things on my own, but it's harder than I thought." He shook his head and finally tore his gaze away from the infamous Dragon. "I don't know why he wants us to do this, hyung. We're killers, not hackers or thieves."

"Because he wants us to fail," Ji Yong concluded in a barely audible whisper. His fists clenched as he pictured the face of their boss, of the man who gave them such constant hell. The man who was the very reason Seung Ri was even still breathing. The very reason he was even in the hospital. "He wants to see us suffer."

* * *

"Choi Seung Hyun," Chief Kang began, looking over Seung Hyun carefully, "you have a pretty impressive record as of late, young man. Your co-workers and superiors praise you non-stop and you learn fast." The chief paused, glancing at the youth's file, making sure he missed nothing. Seeing nothing further to bring to the table, nothing of consequence anyway, he took in the officer before him once again, a small smile touching the corners of his eyes. "I'm going to put you on a special assignment, effective immediately. This is definitely something a little bit bigger than you're used to, but I think you can certainly offer some insight to this particular assignment. It'll be your ticket to bigger and better things."

Seung Hyun nodded silently, awaiting more details of just what his assignment would be. He didn't like being called out by the chief whether it be for positive or negative reasons. He had become the sort in the past few months that simply appreciated a day's hard work, then getting back home where his life really was.

Chief Kang leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest, rocking slightly in his seat as he studied the serious faced officer. "You're well aware of the Kim Park Financial Corporation, are you not?"

The urge to groan in frustration was overwhelming right at that particular moment. Seung Hyun did slouch slightly at the topic, immediately disinterested in the assignment he was being issued, but what choice did he have? "Let me guess sir," he began with a resigned sigh, "this is a babysitting gig for the most part." He lifted a curious brow, waiting the chief's response.

"You're quick, Choi," Chief Kang laughed heartily while nodding. Eventually his laughter simmered down and he was able to refocus on the matter at hand. "I know this is considered a drag job, but it is very important. If not to us, then to them." He rested his hands on his desk, eyes locked on the young officer, "More importantly, I want you to keep a close eye on everyone and everything around the two heirs. Someone is either after them or their power, I can only trust this job to a select few, you being among them."

Of all the officers, Chief Kang knew how dedicated Seung Hyun was to his profession. He was the sort to give himself to his task one hundred and ten percent with no questions asked. Choi Seung Hyun was loyal in every sense of the word and would follow orders to the fullest. This was why Chief Kang was absolutely positive that he could trust the young officer with every fiber of his being.

"Report back to me with any news you may find," the chief instructed firmly, eliciting a quick nod from the stone faced youth. "If you run into any problems of any kind, do not hesitate to call me. Remember Choi, I'm counting on you."

Seung Hyun offered his chief a quick bow before excusing himself from the office.

* * *

So what will it be, Tae Kwon?

Dong Young Bae closed his mobile phone and quickly slid it into his pocket, glancing over his shoulder to see if anyone were lurking about or keeping an eye on him. He didn't like the fact that everywhere he went he was carefully monitored, as if his life were some sort of messed up reality show, but he supposed he had brought his current state upon himself.

He had betrayed the big boss, stealing what he could, lying, cheating, every sense of rebellion he could possibly think of, a way of displaying just how much he appreciated the life he had never chosen for himself, but somehow, he had been discovered, sought out, tortured and brought right back to hell.

His hand dived into his pocket to pull out the cell phone he had placed there only seconds ago, restlessness detectable in his every move. Several times he opened and closed his phone, mulling over the single question, though there really was nothing to even consider. He would have to comply, would have to continue to play Boss-nim's fucked up game.

If he didn't..

You win.. This time.

Of course that bastard won. He always won. He had the upper hand of every situation, was a mile ahead of all of those he employed, two miles ahead of the rest of the world. The only reason Young Bae himself was tolerated was because he was the best at what he did. There was no replacing him, yet there was no taking crap from him either.

Boss-nim had the upper hand over him, over his life, much like the way he had the upper hand over everyone and everything that surrounded him.

"That bastard," he growled in frustration, glaring daggers at his phone and waiting further instructions on what it was he was expected to do.

I always win, Tae Kwon. Never forget that.

* * *

Jung Yunho missed the gentle vibrations of his phone as he allowed his briefcase to gently click closed, leaving the forgotten mobile device in the pocket of his suit jacket. He then spared a glance at his watch to make sure he was still right on schedule.

Fourty-five minutes ahead of time.

A casual smirk played across his face as he swiftly collected the briefcase and strode easily out of his office. Since he was already ahead of schedule, he would have the opportunity to make a quick stop before the meeting he was expected to attend, even if he hadn't been running early, he certainly would have made time for this particular errand.

He had to see him at least once.

"Yunho-sshi," a receptionist called, her free hand covering the reciever of the plain black phone in her light grip. She quickly jerked her head toward the phone once she was sure she had captured Yunho's attention and quickly mouthed the name, 'Mr. Park', and making a small face, an indicator that the reasons for the man being on the phone were far from good.

Swearing silently to himself, Yunho chanced a glance at his watch once more stepping back to the receptionist's desk. He smiled a quick thank you before immediately turning his attention to Mr. Park. "Mr. Park, this is Jung Yunho speaking, is there anything I can assist you with?"

"Yes dammit!" Came the hurried and angry voice of Yunho's most important client by far. "Tell me why there are so many inconsistancies in the family account, Jung? I'm not paying you to lose track of my money, boy. You get your ass in gear and make sure you're doing your job right, you hear me?"

Yunho sighed, not caring that he had performed the action into the phone and rolled his eyes. "If you want, sir, I'll be sure to run over the numbers again, but when I checked everything this morning, you were all set--"

"Don't give me that all set crap you gave me earlier today," Mr. Park howled loudly into the phone. "You informed me that I had said amount of funds in each account that I have with you all. If I have said amount of money in each account, I expect that money to be there when I look over it myself. Is there anything wrong with this logic, Jung?"

"No, sir, not all, I do apologize." Yunho sighed, his eyes narrowing in slight dislike. Though Mr. Park was such an important client, he was by far the most intolerable. He made life difficult for everyone he did business with. "If it pleases you, I'll be more than happy to return to my office right now and make sure each of your accounts are balanced."

"You bet your grandmother it pleases me," Mr. Park raged on. Yunho could imagine his face turning red as he held his breath in anger. "And the police are headed over there right now to make sure you aren't up to any funny business with my funds. The Kims are doing the same thing, so I advise you watch yourself, Jung. No more slip ups."

And before Yunho could even think of uttering another word, his ridiculously rich client quickly hung up the phone, leaving the young private banker with a bitter taste in his mouth. He handed the phone off to the receptionist as he ran over the tail end of their conversation, his head cocking to one side ever so slightly as he thought. "Why would they be sending police to watch us handle funds now? I mean, you think after thirty-five years of them doing their banking through us--"

The receptionist quickly leaned forward in her seat, beckonning the banker to lean in as well. Once the young man was close enough, she quickly whispered, "I heard that they're keeping extra watch on the private funds and business funds because there were some unauthorized transfer attempts detected." She shrugged, "Especially within the Park and Kim accounts."

Yunho frowned thoughtfully before nodding and standing upright once again. "Thanks for the heads up, Younha." He sighed and readjusted his grip on the handle of his briefcase before heading back in the direction he had come from. As he retreated back to his office he called back to the receptionist, "Looks like I'll be staying late tonight, could you let my supervisor know? And order something good to eat please."

The receptionist offered his back a sympathetic smile as she nodded and quickly picked up the phone and was already dialing before Yunho had even reached the office door.

Upon stepping inside, Yunho quickly retrieved his neglected cell phone from his jacket pocket and opened it to see that he had missed a call. Of course. A sad smile made its way across his face as he quickly called back, hoping that the caller wouldn't pick up the phone. It would be easier for him to leave a message.

But some things just weren't meant to be easy, now were they?

"Yunho?"

The voice was in a low whisper and then came the sound of muffled voices in the background. Yunho allowed his smile to grow slightly trying to force a happy note to it, "I can't talk long, but I just wanted to let you know that I won't be able to make it today. Looks like I'll be putting in some overtime."

There was a brief pause, a frown no doubt playing across the lips of the speaker on the other end of the line. This would be the second time in a week Yunho would have had to cancel a set arrangement, but then again, the banker worked for very demanding people. Understanding was the only available option. "It's ok, Yunho."

No it wasn't. It was understandable, but never ok.

"I'm sorry Jae," he mumbled into the phone, his smile finally fading as he allowed his imagination to invision the man he spoke with disappointed in him, yet again, for breaking a previously arranged engagement for work. He knew those plush lips would be turned downward, though he would try to lift them slightly, hoping a smile would carry through the phone and to Yunho's ears. "I know how much you hate those socials."

"It's ok, Yunho," this Jae repeated once more. "I have to go anyway. This would have been really boring for you more than likely. Hey listen, I'll try to stop by later tonight, ok?"

There were several sharp knocks on the office door, causing Yunho to mutter a quick goodbye before quickly hanging up the phone and shoving it into the pocket of his suit jacket. Straightening himself up and slipping on his workaholic mask, the young banker quickly opened the door to face the small team of the police that would be keeping an eye on him while he balanced the many Park accounts.

"Let's get started then," Yunho began with a less than gracious note to his voice.

* * *

Kim Jaejoong quickly closed his phone and sighed before gently tapping it against his chin and carefully scanning the outcome to his father's party, if it could even be called that. Nothing but a bunch old geezers gabbing about how much money they had and would continue to get so long as they invested properly.

He then allowed his eyes to wander over the younger crowd, most of which were gabbing about spending and squandering the very money their parents planned on investing. He shook his head and sighed at the pathetic display.

"You look so happy, Jaejoong-hyung," came a teasing voice from just behind the man, causing him to jump slightly at being addressed so suddenly. From behind a standing plant came Park Yoochun, eldest son of a long time family friend and Jaejoong's future business partner. A sleeze if Jaejoong ever did meet one. "Was that Yunho you were just on the phone with?"

Jaejoong let out a slight huff of indignation and quickly glanced away from the younger man, having no particular interest in talking with him, especially about Yunho. "It's none of your business, Park. What do you want anyway?"

Yoochun let out a sly grin as he made his way to Jaejoong's side, taking in the beautiful man's presence with a well practiced eye. "I can't simply stop by and see how a dear friend is doing?" He placed a hand to his chest in mock hurt, that smile not once wiping clean from his features, "I'm so hurt, hyung."

If there was anything Jaejoong knew about Park Yoochun, it was that the man always had a hidden agenda. He wasn't the sort to do something for nothing, whether it be for business or personal reasons. That hidden agenda was quickly revealed when that slimey snake allowed an arm to slither around Jaejoong's waist and forcefully pull the man closer, holding him tight in a pincer like grip.

"Let me go Yoochun," Jaejoong warned in a low growl, more than prepared to cause as much physical harm as he could to the offending man.

Yoochun smirked and held the man tighter still. "He's not coming is he, Jaejoong-ah? Yunho, that is." He placed a gentle kiss on the beauty's neck before finally releasing him and making a silent departure without a word more.

Whenever he was left around Yoochun for too long, Jaejoong felt horribly indecent. He felt as if every bit of him were exposed whenever the Park man laid eyes on him. It was uncomfortable being stared at like a piece of meat, but at the same time, Jaejoong had to admit, if only to himself, that it did have an effect on him to some degree.

He could only pray that their future encounters lasted only seconds at a time. Jaejoong shuttered to think what would happen to him if Park discovered what little effect he did have over the older male.

"Ah!" A voice called out. "Yoochun-ah! Glad you made it. You have to meet--"

As soon as he was away from Jaejoong's side, Yoochun plastered on the face of the respectable older son of the highly reputable Park family. He smiled as he was introduced to investor after investor, induldging in light conversation while remembering to nod his head here and laugh at a joke there.

Every now and then he would allow his eyes to travel back to the corner Jaejoong had remained hiding in, avoiding everyone and everything for as long as he possibly could. That precious Jung Yunho of his hadn't shown up, nor was he going to and Yoochun couldn't have been anymore overjoyed than he already was.

From his stand point, Kim Jaejoong would not be able carry on with the Kim Park partnership. It was painfully obvious that he wasn't meant to live in the business world and would drop it all for the sake of true love or something equally ridiculous. In order to insure his own future, Yoochun had to keep the pretty male close to him and away from Jung Yunho.

The most powerful financial corporation in Korea depended on it.

[Prologue] - The Roads We Choose

Sat, 23 May 2009 23:44:27 GMT

Title: The Roads We Choose

Rating: PG-16 for language

Pairing: Multiple

Summary: I'll kill him, Ji. I won't hesitate to kill him and you know that.

AN: I don't know if this is a good idea, me posting this pematurely and all.. As of right now there is no solid plot and it could go in about a thousand different directions, but something is telling me to post it, so post it I shall. Does this mean the end of my hiatus? I guess so since I'll be doing what I can to update on a weekly basis. This is just the prologue, mind you and I pulled it straight from the treasure chest.. Hehe.. I knew keeping that thing around would prove to be useful while driving me insane at the same time. *crosses fingers* Hope ya'll enjoy and hope I'll be able to update soon.

~*Prologue*~

Ji Yong winced in pain as a forceful blow was delivered to his jaw causing him to stumble back against the hard marble floor. Upon returning to the real world, one where he was an honest and good person, he would have to explain away this injury just like he had injuries of the past, though this time he didn't think that he would escape with just a single bruise. This time, he was in a bit more trouble than he usually was.

"I gave you a specific job to do, Dragon," a voice spoke cooly as the young man picked himself up. The voice alone sent tremors of pain down Ji Yong's spine, not because he feared the speaker, but because he feared and hated the one both he and the speaker answered to. "When you're entrusted with something of great value, failure is not an option. You know damn well who you work for. He always gets his way."

Several excuses bubbled in his throat, but it didn't matter if he spoke a single one of them. It would be too dangerous to make any sort of excuse to the man he was expected to answer to, so he answered in the only fashion he knew. "Well it sounds like a personal problem." This time, he recieved a blow in the side and was struck down to the marble floor once again.

The man spat in the direction Ji Yong's face, not caring where his saliva landed so long as the young man understood his disgust. "This is your last chance, Dragon. The boss won't accept anymore mistakes from you. Get it right or do yourself a favor and jump from the top of this damn building, because he will do a lot worse if you fuck this up again."

"I got it, alright?" Ji Yong coughed, wiping at himself. "I just need another month and everything will be fine."

The man huffed in aggrivation, "You've got a week." When Ji Yong's lips parted to protest, the man growled angrily, "Listen, I'm doing what I can to make sure that he doesn't hold true to his threat, so you're gonna have to work with me here!"

Ji Yong's body instantly stiffened at the man's words, remembering the threat that the head man himself had personally delivered to dark haired youth, ensuring complete cooperation. The fine hairs on his arms and nape of his neck stood on end and icy cold shivers ran its course down his spine. That was the feeling he recieved whenever he was in the presence of his 'employer' of sorts. The feeling would be much worse if the boss man's words were ever put into action.

I'll kill him, Ji. I won't hesitate to kill him and you know that.

"A week then," Ji Yong huffed angrily, collecting himself from the ground, "A week, a month, there's no fucking difference." He glowered darkly as he stalked away, not even glancing once behind him.

* * *

"I won't let him hurt you anymore than he already has," Ji Yong muttered silently, grasping the hand of his lover who lie unconscious on a hospital bed. The monitor off to the side maitained a steady rhythm of beeps, indicating that yes, this seemingly lifeless body was still clinging onto life, but just barely. However peaceful he looked, it was painfully obvious how labored every breath was, even with the assistance of medical equipment.

Ji Yong closed his eyes in silent prayer, his free hand grasping the cross that dangled around his neck. When he opened his eyes once more, they lingered on the gentle face of the person he had loved so much until it hurt. Not being able to share the everyday and mundane things in life with this person had been such a difficult adjustment for him that he hadn't been entirely sure that he would have been able to live again.

But to save his life, to prevent him from getting hurt any further, he knew that he would have to continue on living, even if it was a life he knew his lover wouldn't have approved of if he had been able to voice his own opinions.

With a small sigh, Ji Yong replaced his lover's hand to his side and silently left the room and eventually the hospital, allowing Seoul's dark night to swallow him whole and step into a whole new world of a different sort of darkness. A darkness that had almost robbed him of a loved one, a darkness that had almost robbed him of his very own life.

I failed you once, Seung Ri, it won't happen again.

[One Shot] - Wash Away

Wed, 06 May 2009 04:18:10 GMT

Title: Wash Away
Rating: PG - 15
Pairing: Top/?
Summary: So consumed under the relaxation of the pounding water working out the kinks of his all too abused muscles, Seung Hyun hardly noticed the opening and closing of the shower room's main doors.

Author's Note: No I'm not off haiatus.. However you spell it.. I've had this before I went on it actually, but I was just so shy about posting it that I never did, but now since I'm in a none too great mood, I'm thinking.. What's the point in keeping it all to myself? Anyway.. Hope ya'll enjoy.

The shower was always considered a sacred place in Choi Seung Hyun's mind. It was the one place he could go to to get his thoughts in order, to release the stresses of the day, to forget the day behind him and look forward to the one soon approaching. The shower, in his mind, was a holy sanctuary, whether public or private.

On this particular night, a more or less public shower would have to do. It had been another late performance for Big Bang along with several other artists and groups. Being one of last on stage, the rapper could have jumped with glee to discover that he would have to performance hall's rather decorative shower room to himself. The privacy he was granted at the Big Bang appartment would be his in this large venue as well and he could begin the process needed in order to end yet another hectic day.

So consumed under the relaxation of the pounding water working out the kinks of his all too abused muscles, Seung Hyun hardly noticed the opening and closing of the shower room's main doors. It was probably one of the guys, he concluded, allowing his hands to work gently over his neck, working out the stiffness he had earlier felt there. They had been horsing around in the dressing room immediately after their performance, working themselves into exhaustion and probably needing a shower even more than they had before.

A small shiver passed through the rapper's entire being as he felt that annoying tingle that informed him he was being watched. Then again, it wouldn't have been the first time he would have caught one of the guys stare at him as he showered, though he had to admit, every now and then, it did strike him as odd. Rather than causing one of his dongsaengs to blush ridiculously by calling them out, he allowed his eyes to remain closed as he continued to wash. The strange behaviors of his bandmates would be another thing he would just wash away with this day.

Then came the tiny sound of bare feet lightly slapping against the tiled flooring of the shower, a sound so small that had the rapper started on his hair like he had intended, he certainly wouldn't have heard such a miniscule sound, but he did and it caused him to pause, but only for a moment. Again, he only shrugged mentally and continued to wash himself. Really, it was nothing to be naked in front of another man, especially the members of Big Bang. Strange as they were, there really was no harm in it.

His name spilled off of plush lips in a light whisper, a whisper that fell on deaf ears as water pounded, now matting down inky black hair and drowning out all sound and thought completely. The rapper seemed to be at complete ease under the running water, his lean form simply begging to be touched as streams ran from his torso and spiraling down into even more desirable places.

A touch. He would be fine with just a touch.

Seung Hyun instantly stilled when he felt a pair of strong hands settle on his narrow hips, and with that simple touch, he could feel the other man's every intention, could sense that this wouldn't be just an innocent moment between two men, knew with every fiber of his being that he wasn't imagining the arousal that was begining to twitch to life both between his legs and the one gently pressing against his bare rear end.

He also was very aware that this was not one of his fellow bandmates.

Lips quickly latched onto the rapper's neck, sucking, licking, kissing every droplet of water that made contact with that beautifully bronzed skin. He allowed his arms to carefully slide around Seung Hyun's waist, pulling him closer, wanting him closer, needing him closer. Feeling the rapper begining to melt against him, he allowed a hand to slip a little lower than planned, lightly brushing his fingers against the younger's sex.

Seung Hyun groaned, tilting his head to give the man more access to the sensative skin he seemed so invested in, but as he performed the action, the man peeled his lips away, bringing them closer to the wanting man's ear so he could whisper huskily, pitching his voice carefully so that he could be heard above the running water, "You had an amazing performance, donsaeng." He offered a small kiss just behind the younger's ear before speaking on, "I particularly like the part when you strip naked and hop in the shower."

Those wonderful torturous fingers then wrapped around the base of Seung Hyun's cock, offering a sharp tug, causing the younger of the two to stifle a gasp and lean more heavily on the body behind him. He was in the ultimate position of need and they both knew it. Needing the support of the other to even stand, needing the touch of the other so not to go absolutely insane. Knowing just what part he played to the younger, the man offered one long hard stroke after another, nearly losing himself as Seung Hyun moved endlessly against him.

"Hyu--" Seung Hyun began, only to be cut off when the older abruptly ceased his motions and tightened his hold on the rapper's erection. At the sudden stop, the power rapper sharply sucked in air through his teeth and dropped his head to his chest. "Dammit, hyung!"

"I told you to say my name," there was less control in his voice now, less suave cunning than there had been only a few precious seconds ago. Big Bang's big brother made him lose control of himself so easily that it made no sense. It was ridiculous really. How did they go from casual drinks and discussing crazy schedules to him hardly being able to keep his hands to himself? "Say it." His words were begining to come out in short pants as his control continued to slip. At any moment, he would snap completely and find himself buried in Seung Hyun's heat. "Say it!" He repeated harshly, his hands now pumping that all too tempting erection once again.

Seung Hyun's teeth clenched until he was quite sure that the vein in his temple would pop out completely. He was somewhere between a heartbeat away from complying to the man's wants and annoyed with the situation he found himself in. "Hyung," he growled through clenched teeth.

"Say it," he breathed again, pumping harder, faster, slowly pushing Seung Hyun to the point of no return. "Have to hear it," he went on, pressing himself completely against Big Bang's power rapper, against Choi Seung Hyun. "Please.."

A moment which running water and panting breaths passed slowly between the two men. He didn't want the man's name to pass through his lips. Didn't want to be presented with the fact that this was all they would ever be, a quick shower fix. The man practically attached to him already had a lover, had someone he promised himself to. He himself had an interest in someone else. But as the water continued to run, drumming down on their naked bodies pressed so tightly against one another, Seung Hyun wondered if he would be able to wash this moment away with the rest of the day.

Swallowing hard and biting back a moan, he had managed to slip out a barely audible, "Jaejoong-ah."

Happy Endings ll - Teaser

Mon, 16 Mar 2009 03:21:59 GMT

Title: Happy Endings
Pairing: MinKay
Rating: PG-13
Summary: This is obviously a continuation of Happy Endings featuring Japanese singer Crystal Kay and my beloved Changmin, but it's only a teaser for now.. I'm still having trouble with my writing and what not and I'm still on hiatus, BUT I was able to get a little bit done and I did want to share. I know it's horrible of me to put up a teaser, but I feel that maybe more ideas will come to me if I do and that I'll be able to write once again. ^____^ You all are my inspiration!!

"I was thinking," Jaejoong mused aloud. Almost as soon as the beauty began to speak, Yunho quickly shot the singer a look and began to shake his head in a warning manner. Several times they had gone through the very topic the man was about to bring up. Several times Yunho had fallen into Kim Jaejoong's poor graces and several times he had pulled his 'leader-sshi' mode on his lover, in hopes to make the raven haired beauty understand where he was coming from, only to be sent to the couch on the coldest possible nights.

It was rare that Jaejoong had anything to say about an upcoming schedule, so when the idol began to think out loud, Manager-sshi was sure to pay close attention, carefully setting down his hot cup of coffee and lending Jaejoong his ears. It was very lucky for him that he had decided to put down that cup of coffee, when he found out just what it was the man had been thinking.

"Is it at all possible for us not to go to Japan?"

Yunho slowly closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair, clearly annoyed with the thoughtless statement of his other half. As someone who cared about the reason behind such a question, he did understand why such a suggestion was made, but there were so many business aspects surrounding their presence in Japan that it just wasn't a logical thing to do and he was quite sure that Jaejoong knew about this. He did, however, find himself choking on his own breath when the band umma continued to elaborate on his thoughts.

"Just for five or so years. Nothing too dramatic."

After convincing Manager-sshi that no, Jaejoong had not been drinking late the night before and after he convinced his hyung to leave the room and get a much needed breather so they could continue their meeting on another day, perhaps another week, the JaeHo couple was left to themselves. Jaejoong with a smug grin, looking rather pleased with himself and Yunho turning red with mounting anger and annoyance.

"Jaejoong-ah." Yunho began in a warning tone. He had felt that his lover would interfere, yet again, for the well being of their youngest member, though he never once directly said why he didn't want to go Japan. It was painfully obvious as to what had promted the actions of the eldest, and knowing his lover, as only those closest to him did, Yunho had asked Junsu and Yoochun to do whatever they could to keep Changmin away from this particular schedule meeting.

And thank goodness he had done so.

"I just think we've spent too much time away from home and each other," Jaejoong concluded easily, clasping his hands together and allowing his thumbs to slowly circle about one another as he waited for the typical reaction from his lover and leader.

Yunho crossed his arms over his chest. "You're taking things too far, Jaejoong-ah. We can't let what happened or didn't happen effect the entire group." He sighed and shook his head, unable to look at Jaejoong for too long. He understood the love of his life, he truly and honestly did, but now it was Jaejoong's turn to understand him, which was something the beauty absolutely refused to do. "Did you even ask Changmin if he wanted you to pull the extra dramatics?"

At first, the lead singer was silent, glaring at Yunho with such raw passion that it was difficult not to feel the weight or heat of such an intense and powerful gaze. But as Yunho's question finally began to soak in, Jaejoong's gaze softened considerably and he quickly dropped his eyes to the floor and lowered his head. "Ani."

"Boo," Yunho's tone was gentle, finally looking back at Jaejoong, still immobile in his seat, "I understand completely where you're coming from." He could have lectured at the band umma for saying such things, could have scolded him for his thoughtlessness, but in the back of his mind he heard those heavy hearted sighs that so often passed through Changmin's lips. He could see the distant glimmers of sadness laced with hopelessness detectable in the younger's eyes whenever he felt that no one was watching. He could see the shell that Changmin had become in such a short amount of time.

There was nothing he could possibly say to Jaejoong in reference to what he had suggested, because seeing Changmin in the state that he was currently and constantly in was enough of a punishment for him.

For the entire group.

Yunho nodded and sighed as he rubbed the back of his neck, "Why don't we just call it a day and go home, huh?" He wanted to skirt around the issue of their schedule, as they both knew that promoting in the sister country was an absolute must, something that couldn't possibly avoided. When his lover didn't move, he stood and carefully made his way over to the beauty. Only when he found himself crouching in front of Jaejoong did he speak, "Boo. Everything will be alright. Changmin will be fine."

Jaejoong nodded, however doubtfully, casting his gaze downward as if not wanting Yunho to see the doubt that seemed to burden his eyes. The only way Changmin would be alright would be for him to forget, and so far, the eldest felt as if he failed miserably in healing his beloved little brother. "He'd be even more fine if he could just forget her, Yunho." His gaze remained lowered as he spoke in a low voice, his eyes narrowing slightly at the idea of the youngest still beating himself up about this girl after three weeks of her being absent from the country. He seemed to shrink against his chair and sighed.

"Forgetting won't help him heal, Joongie," Yunho responded softly, carefully taking one of his lover's hands in his own and offering each finger a gentle kiss. "He'll only grow from here on out." He kissed the back of Jaejoong's hand before finally returning to his full height, pulling the man with him. "Now come on, you've done too much thinking for one day. Your going to worry yourself sick over Min."

Of course, Jaejoong didn't agree with Yunho, not when the leader sounded so right. He wanted desperately to find a hole in the younger's logic, but it was nowhere near possible, not when his mind was so full of worries and fears for someone other than himself or Yunho. "You win this time, Jung Yunho, but I'll have you know, your future victories, if any, will not be so easy from this point on."

"I'll manage," Yunho finally grinned, pulling the man close and offering a small kiss to his neck. "Now let's go. I'm very sure that we have three very hungry dongsaengs at home to tend to."

With a small nod, Jaejoong allowed the love of his life to lead the way, all while his mind remained wrapped tightly around the state of their youngest member.

* * *

I'm going to kill Jaejoong!

Yoochun's lips quirked upward in a feint smile as he read the message Junsu had sent to him. He shook his head, allowing a small laugh to pass through parted lips as he exited from the message and returned the phone to his pocket. His gaze then traveled to said dolphin and their dongsaeng, who they were supposed to entertain and distract while the eldest members ran off to meet with Manager-sshi.

Changmin was mildly invested in reading some book or other. It looked like a cook book of some sort, so the youngest no doubt had a recipie in mind that he would want Jaejoong to try out later on. Junsu was settled in the armchair across from the youngest trying not to kill himself as he sent message after message in the baritone's direction.

A second later, Yoochun's phone began to softly vibrate and the American raised singer couldn't help but smile as he withdrew his phone yet again to read the new message.

It's been three weeks Yoochun! Why can't we have sex?? I bet Jaejoong and Yunho are having sex! This is so not fair!

Dark eyes quickly took in the electronic text before dirfting to his antsy Junsu, who remained in the armchair, though he was shifting uncomfortably in his seat and eyeing the dark haired singer in a wanting manner. There was no doubt in Yoochun's mind that if Junsu didn't combust, he would surely rape someone by the end of the hour. A cruel smirk lit Yoochun's features as he easily texted a reply.

They actually haven't been. Have you noticed how often Yunho-hyung has been sleeping out on the couch?

Upon recieving a reply from Yoochun, Junsu stilled, but only as he read over the message. It was quite clear when the lovable dolphin had digested the message's content, because he quickly shot a death glare in Yoochun's direction. Clearly that wasn't the answer he had been looking for.

A reply was quickly sent.

CHUNNIE I'M SO HORNY!!!!

Yoochun chuckled at his lover's desperate state. He too felt the strain of no sexual activity, but Junsu was by far more entertaining to observe. More than once, the younger had dragged him away from the group's shared apartment so that some much needed intercourse could take place. Every time the pair took part in quick desperate love making, Junsu would dominate entirely, grunting something about the baritone taking too long to set the mood. The tenor was very much upfront about what he wanted and when he wanted it, but the last time they had even recieved the opportunity to escape had been well over three weeks ago.

There was no alone time for the two with their trip to Japan looming nearer by the second. They had to finish up with promotional activities, spend countless hours in the recording studio, not to mention endless dance practices and family obligations on top of everything else, including farewell dinners and parties. Several times, Junsu considered sacarficing his time with his twin in order to finally get his Yoochun time. He knew his Junho would understand, knew that he would combust if he didn't get his fill of his lover, but in the end, it wasn't worth it and he couldn't bring himself to cancel on his brother.

But today. Today had been their day. After careful conversation and planning, today had been it. The hyungs and Changmin were supposed to meet up with Manager-sshi about their itinerary while in Japan. YooSu would have the entire apartment to themselves for a minimum of two hours. Two blissful hours of whatever they wanted, of only themselves.

And of course, those plans were thwarted as well.

Junsu could have cried out in pure frustration and heartbreak when Yunho practically broke down to his knees and begged him to make sure Changmin did not go to the meeting that very morning their plan was supposed to go into effect. Usually, Yunho's lower lip jutting forward in a slight pout moved the younger into agreeing easily, but he was filled with so much frustration, that nothing adorable could possibly get through to him.

He opened his mouth to express to his leader just how thoroughly pissed off he was at such a proposal, but never received the chance as Yoochun quickly made his entrance, agreeing to look after the youngest in a hurried fashion, while the band parents were away. After Yunho's quick departure, the tortured dolphin could only turn to Yoochun and hug him tightly, too tightly, and growl his every complaint into the crook of his lover's neck.

That had been nearly three hours ago and now Junsu was reduced to staring hungrily at Yoochun, wanting, needing the man's musical touch.

"Hyungs," Changmin yawned from his place on the couch, finally snapping closed the book he had been glancing through, unable to take the steady tension that had built up, particularly around Junsu. Throughout the morning, his youngest hyung had been sending him mixed signals, caught somewhere between heated death glares and sympathetic puppy dog eyes. "If you two need time alone, I can leave the apartment, it's really no big deal."

He'd noticed. Of course he'd noticed. Anyone with even half a brain would have been able to notice the changes that had happened within the group in the span of a few short weeks. Jaejoong and Yunho could barely have a discussion about what milk to buy without it turning into some sort of argument, carefully coded so that others, particularly Changmin, would be unable to determine the argument's true meaning.Yoochun and Junsu kept their distance from one another since a rather intimidating band umma had issued the command and out of the two, Junsu's sexual frustration was far more difficult to deal with.

Junsu's eyes nearly popped out of his head at the sweet words he was hearing spill from Changmin's lips. The very thought of getting exactly what he needed more than anything else at that moment practically made him hard. He jumped from his seat without a single thought, his eyes wild and zeroing in on Yoochun who had barely been given time to register just what the hell was going on. "Come on, Chunnie!" he croaked, his voice caked with dryness after not having been used for so long.

Without even waiting for any sort of response from his lover, Junsu crossed the room in a few quick easy strides, grabbed Yoochun's wrist, and practically threw the baritone into the hallway. Only when he was sure that Yoochun understood just what was about to happen, did Junsu finally take in Changmin, not with that heated death glare or that sympathetic gaze, but genuine happiness. A simple 'thank you' shone brightly in his eyes before he offered the younger a nod then proceeded to shove his lover to the back of the apartment, where it was sure to become very, very noisy.

Changmin smiled and shook his head as he rested the book on the couch cushion, deciding that he would have to hurry and leave if he didn't want his ears to be scarred for the rest of his life. In the time of a short minute, the tall youth had crossed to the front of the apartment and was slipping into his shoes, in another short minute, he found himself easily strolling through the apartment entrance and down the silent street of the neighborhood they lived in.

As he moved silently along the paved sidewalk, he allowed his mind drift back to those days, not that long ago, when he had spent every possible second he possibly could with the beautiful Crystal, the woman who had seemed to accidentally turned his world completely upside down.

He allowed himself to remember.

* * to be continued * * .

Lots and lots and lots and LOTS of love to anyone still waiting for a comeback from me.. I feel like it's been YEARS. *falls over* Hopefully THIS post will mark that start of something.. *crosses fingers*

Indefinite Hiatus

Fri, 06 Feb 2009 19:56:42 GMT

Uhm.. Well.. Yeah I'm just gonna peace out for a while..

As far as writing goes.. It's becoming increasingly difficult in the past couple of days for me to write anything, so I'm just taking a bit of a break before I lose all of my mojo.

I will still be on livejournal (for the most part) squealing and spazzing with everyone else, but as far as the writing department goes, who knows when there will be another post in this journal.
*sigh*

For now, I can only await the day that I will be able to think creatively, which maybe be a long time from now, seeing as how stress only continues to build up as the days go on.

-.-'

No worries though. I'm totally fine, it's just my mojo that is not. Hopefully I'll be back soon, but there's nothing to worry about if I am absent too long for someone's liking. I promise you that I am not having a nervous break down and threatening to take over Disney World..

Though the idea is strangely apetizing..

Heh..

Anyway.. Thanks to everyone who supported my random moments, and even more thanks to those of you who actually read my treasure chest entries.. Haha.. Good times, good times. Anyway.. Farewell for now, but I'll try to start back up with writing as soon as I can.

^____^

LOVE~!

[One Shot - PG] I Had A Nightmare..

Fri, 30 Jan 2009 01:43:02 GMT

Title: I Had A Nightmare
Rating: PG
Pairing: MinSu (don't get used to it.)
Summary: Junsu has a nightmare and Changmin is only hope.
A/N: This was my first attempt at a MinSu oneshot for something or other and at the time I thought it failed, but looking back, it totally cracked me up so I decided to post it. Hahaha.. Enjoy everybody.

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"Changmin-ah," Junsu's soft voice called into the darkness of the youngest's room, making the long trip across the carpeted floor and stealthily climbing into the young man's bed where it gently prodded at the man's ears. A small groan emitted from the figure lying across the bed. "Changmin-ah," the older of the two called again, clutching a small blanket close to his frame, "are you awake?"

"No," was Changmin's growled reply as he quickly placed his pillow on top of his head, wanting nothing more than to drown out all noise and sleep like the dead. The following day was their day off and he had every intention of sleeping his time away. If his hyung bothered him now, it would definitely be a step in the wrong direction of getting the sleep he so obviously needed.

"Can I sleep with you tonight?"

"No," Changmin responded once more in a muffled sighed, balling up his fists and lightly hitting his pillow to better block out anymore sound. "Go away, hyung."

Junsu bit down on his lower lip and shifted from one foot to the other. Changmin was his last hope. Yoochun had already kicked him out of their shared room, declaring the tenor slept too loud. Jaejoong and Yunho were probably taking part in some JaeHo YunJae activities that he definitely wouldn't want to sit in on. Changmin really was his only hope.

"I had a nightmare," he mumbled pathetically.

A brief silence stretched between them, in which Junsu was absolutely positive that their maknae had fallen asleep on him. With a resigned sigh, he lowered his head and made to leave the room, but stopped as he hard the slight rustle of bed covers accompanied by Changmin's beyond tired voice, "Come on, hyung. Hurry up before I change my mind."

Smiling joyously, Junsu clutched his tattered blanket even tighter as he scurried over to the young man's bed and quickly clambered in, making himself comfortable beneath the covers and against Changmin's warm body.

"Did you really have a nightmare," Changmin yawned, turning over to better face the older singer, "or is this another lame attempt to make MinSu a more active couple?"

Junsu narrowed his eyes at the younger for even entertaining such a thought. It was Jaejoong who was a plotter, not him. "I had a really scary dream, Changminnie-ah." He snuggled closer to the man, drawing in his presence as a source of comfort and a small sigh of contentment escaped him as the younger's arms snaked around his slim waist, pulling him closer. "You'd be scared too if you had my dream."

A sleepy smile appeared on the man's face. "What was it about?"

"I dreamt that all my teeth fell out."

Silence, then--

Changmin snorted with laughter, all traces of exhaustion wiping away from his face for the moment. He had been expecting a tale of murder or horrifying creatures, but then again, this was Junsu-hyung after all. He shouldn't have been surprised that something so simple had scared the older man into his bed. When Junsu gently punched him on the arm, he only laughed harder.

"Ya! Stop laughing! It was a seriously scary dream!"

"I'm sorry hyung," Changmin continued to chuckle, his quaking frame causing Junsu to feel the slight vibrations of his body. "It's just, of all the things you could have dreamt about--"

Junsu punched Changmin once more, "You know how hard I have to work to keep my teeth like this? What's the point of all the brushing if they're just going to fall out so easily? Huh?" He blushed in slight annyoance, clearly upset by his dream, but even more upset with the younger's insensative nature. "I brush and I brush, but does anyone notice?" He went on. "My teeth are just going to fall out like that?"

A small sigh escaped Changmin and he shook his head at his hyung. If he let the man go on now, there would be no stopping him and sleep would be only an illusion.

"Then again, a plus side of brushing could be the great smell of your breath, but honestly, couldn't that just be cured with a mint?" He glanced at Changmin, his anger building with every word spoken. "Ya, Min-ah. Are you--"

His anger would soon be forgotten as Changmin quickly pressed his lips against the older man's, running his tongue along Junsu's bottom lip, begging for admission. In little to no time, that same tongue that had been begging for an entrance into the warm cavern of the older man's mouth, was lightly raking across each perfectly pearl tooth in careful exploration. Junsu leaned into his dongsaeng wanting more, but just as he was about to deepen the kiss, Changmin pulled away.

"Your teeth are fine, hyung, and the point of all the brushing," he stole a quick peck from the dazed man's lips, a smirk lighting his features, "should be evident. Now go to sleep."

Silence, then--

"Ya, Changmin, I had a dream that little Junsu fell off. Will you check on him too?"

Fic - Fine Tuning

Tue, 20 Jan 2009 04:55:40 GMT

Title: Fine Tuning
Rating: PG-ish?
Pairing: GDYB
Summary: Even Young Bae needed some fine tuning every now and then..

A/N: I don't care what patra86 said.. In Florida, it is STILL her birthday and she's going to receive one more gift whether she likes it or not~! SO HMPH!!! So HAPPY FREAKIN BIRTHDAY and I hope you like it.. even a little bit.. *BIG puppy dog eyes* (Hopefully the puppy dog eyes should guilt you into liking it.. even if it's not that good.. Hehe.. ^___^ I'm shameless.. I know..)

LOVE~!

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Young Bae sighed as he he pressed a lone finger along the ivory key of the old baby grand piano, coaxing out a low groan of a note that caused him to cringe slightly. "This piece of junk needs some serious tuning," he sighed, pressing down on the note once more, this time, leaning in to determine whether the note was sharp or flat.

He frowned thoughtfully as the sound resonated throughout the empty room. A flat, dead sound that made his right eye twitch slightly. A small sigh of frustration built up in the very back of his throat, but he didn't let it out just yet. He would not admit defeat to a fucking old piano of all things, but then again, if even one note was out of tune, there would be no practicing on the dingy piece of crap.

"Told you not to come in here," Ji Yong muttered from the doorway, chuckling at the shorter man as he tucked his hands into the warmth of his hoodie. "This old thing hasn't been played in centuries." He smiked and shook his head, finally striding into the old and rather abadonned practice room. No one really came to this room to freshen it up or to see if anything had ever died in it. It was just one of those places no one ever wanted to ventured to, not even Young Bae, so to see his boyfriend attempting to actually get some practice time in the place was certainly a curious sight.

A small click of an annoyance escaped the back of Young Bae's throat as he turned a small glare to the rapper, his narrowed eyes telling the young man that if he had nothing to say in favor of the vocalist, then he'd better get lost.

Ji Yong chuckled, reading Young Bae flawlessly. The muscled up singer was wound so tight about their coming activities that he was stressing himself out, making something that wasn't much of a big thing into a ridiculously large scale event.

Feeling Ji Yong's eyes boring into his very soul, the singer quickly turned away and focused every bit of his attention on the piano that proved to be useless towards his efforts of rehersing.

With a slight roll of his eyes, Ji Yong closed the distance between them with long easy strides and finally stopped when he was mere inches from his long time friend. It was so rare that the roles were reversed between them. While it was Ji Yong who stressed about every little thing, from out of tune pianos to stubborn strands of hair, it was Young Bae who always seemed to calm him down and talk, or kiss, heh.. or some other rather impressive techniques, to knock some sense into his thick skull.

"You just need some fine tuning, Baby," Ji Yong purred, gently allowing his fingers to grace along the shorter man's arm, touching him delicately as if carefully analyzing him for some sort of problem.

Young Bae stiffened momentarily, finally really taking in his lover's presence, looking for some kind of scheming smirk or an indicator of his true intention. When he found no such thing, he slowly began to melt at the man's gentle and careful touch. With a sigh of relief, the singer sank onto the aged piano, causing a jumble of messed up chords to pour out all at once.

"Just relax, Bae," was all Ji Yong really needed to say to gradually slow the rapid beats of Young Bae's heart and easily take away any anxiety that had been slowly building up within him. Feeling the ease and relaxation coming over the young man, Ji Yong smiled and kissed his lover's forehead.

"Don't stress out. Get some rest for now and we'll go at it again tomorrow," He paused as his one kiss turned into many, drifting lower and lower until his lips hovered just beside that of the vocalist's, and he spoke once more, completing his thought. "Together."

Young Bae nodded stiffly, wanting nothing more than to capture his leader's lips with his own. "Thank you, Ji," he whispered softly, allowing his hands to wrap about the rapper's slim waist and pull him closer so that no space would exsist between their two very aware bodies.

"Like I said," Ji Yong offered with a knowing smirk, his lips still against the corner of Young Bae's, "you only need some fine tuning." With that said, he finally put an end to the tease and kissed his group member, his lover, his best friend and ultimately his other half, full on the mouth, hinting toward the fine tuning that the singer would be needing.

The fine tuning that only he could provide.

Aigoo... -.-'

Mon, 19 Jan 2009 02:32:27 GMT

I've been going over some numbers in my head.. And there's something about my journal that just is not write.. I know it's not HOW MUCH you write that matters. but the content you write.. but COME ON!!!! I'm sooooo biased in everything I write.. Of my completed one shots.. 4 out of 5 are about DBSK.. Out of those.. 3 out of 4 are totally dominated by my husband.. Changmin for those of you who didn't get the wedding invitations.. Then there's the detail that I've only written TWO chaptered fics.. and I must say.. For being someone who spends so much time writing.. I really don't have a lot to show for it.. -.-' I know it's not serious or anything.. but I'm kind of embaressed.. like.. really what the hell am I writing all the time if I only have a small handful of posts..? *sigh* this is something that is definitely gonna have to change.. but the question is how.. hmm...

Crystal Kay

Fri, 16 Jan 2009 08:34:23 GMT

For those who might have read Happy Endings but have no clue what the beautiful Crystal Kay looks like..
Shame on you go jump off a building..
Haha.. I jest.. But seriously.. She's beautiful and I so totally want a half black half korean baby girl that will look just like her.
Then I will make her famous in Japan.
I think that's a brilliant plan if I do say so myself.
No but seriously.. Here's a picture of her incase you're curious!

Ain't she beatutiful??

Ok ok.. One more..

I wanted to be here when I grew up..

T___T

Oneshot - Happy Endings

Fri, 16 Jan 2009 08:25:07 GMT

Title: Happy Endings

Rating: PG

Pairings: MinKay (I so made it up ^___^ Changmin + Crystal Kay) Side: JaeHo YooSu

Summary: Uhm.. I really can't summarize this and give it fair justice.. But uh.. This is.. uh.. about love? This is really the first summary I've ever really botched up.. Just.. just read it and show some love while I try to think up a summary and for those of you who are curious the word count is 9502 and I'm very proud of that number because in my opinion that is a ridiculously long oneshot.. thought patra86 has told me time and time again that there are longer ones.. Though I don't know them because I don't read them.. Yeah so.. This stopped being a summary a long time ago.. -.-' Aigoo.. it's been so long since I posted.. ANYWAY~~~

AN: I would like to apologize for the.. uh.. hugeness of this post.. But.. yeah.. I really didn't want to break it up or anything.. So please don't take it out on the fic.. please blame me.. Better yet.. blame the editorial muse, because she (yes my editorial muse is definitely female.. too troublesome to be male.. haha) totally told me to post this up as on big huge post.. *shrug*

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"Shillye jiman," a soft voice asked hesitantly from somewhere behind Changmin.

For a better part of the morning and the afternoon, Changmin had been successful in the simple art of blending in. Their days to themselves were rare, so the youngest of the popular group usually liked to spend it alone, though the others often spent their time with family or other loved ones.

This time around it was loved ones that seemed to overrule family. Junsu and Yoochun had wandered off to a park together, giggling about some plans they had made, no doubt rejoicing in the fact that men could not get pregnant under normal circumstances. Then there was Jaejoong and Yunho. The two lovers had elected to stay in since Changmin had decided not to linger about the apartment. Unlike the younger couple, they would probably consider themselves blessed with simple pecks on the cheek. Their relationship was far more conservative, probably from years of practice at hiding it from the general public.

In every aspect of their lives, it always felt as if Changmin had always been the odd man out. Sometimes it was a feeling of true uniqueness, but more often than not, it was annoying and a bit lonely. He and Jaejoong had their ’one touch’ friendship that had slowly been diminishing as Jaejoong’s bruise count got higher and higher. His relationship with Yunho was one of deep respect and often the leader would turn to him for advice, though who could blame him? His pickings were so slim. Junsu shared his smiles and laughs with everyone, but only Changmin could bare the weight of his deepest dreams and fears. Then there was Yoochun, the one member he could always turn to no matter what. It seemed their friendship was absolute, with no sort of solid foundation, yet stood firm.

To each of his hyungs, he was something, someone, special. They could only turn to him, there was no one else, not even their lovers, they could possibly confide in when it came to certain issues. Again, Changmin was truly the odd man out.

He was brought out of his silent thoughts when he heard that gentle voice once again. For a moment he toyed with the idea of pretending not to have heard the girl behind him, but when she gently tapped his shoulder, there was just no getting around the fact that his attention had been caught. There wasn't a single rude bone in his body, so ignoring her was definitely out. Running the fastest his legs could carry him was also out because there was that tiny glimmer of hope that the girl had never even heard of DongBangShinKi, though he highly doubted it. Even when they had been in the United States, there had been girls staring at them with wide, longing eyes, gripping their notebooks and sharpee markers so fiercely while they mulled over the idea of asking the idols for their signatures.

In the end, Changmin heaved a large sigh and glanced over his shoulder. "Can I help you?" He was such a pushover at times that it made even him feel sick.

The girl, no, the young woman was captivating to say the least. She was clearly a foreigner from what he could see and judging by her furrowed brows, clearly lost. "Uhm, where is--" her Korean was sloppy, hinting that she had just started learning Korean maybe five or so minutes ago, but Changmin found his lips turning upward at her effort. "Where is uh-- a place?" She quickly shook her head and waved her hand slightly in front of her, as if wiping away her blunder. "Definitely not what I meant to say," she muttered in English, before she gently smacked herself in the forehead, "and you probably don't speak English."

She sighed, attempting to get herself back on track. While she did so, Changmin took the opportunity to study her carefully. This young woman had beautiful caramel colored skin not commonly seen in Korea. The curves she had were soft on her person, but small by no means. Though he immediately categorized her as a foreigner, she had beautifully perfect eyes, hinting at an Asian ancestry. If she were several shades lighter, he would have sworn up and down that she was in fact Korean.

"Anou," she thought aloud, quickly switching to Japanese, causing a spark of recognition to ignite within the confines of Changmin's mind.

"You speak Japanese?" He quickly asked switching to his almost second native tongue, sparing her the task of going through anymore Korean, though he was half tempted to hear what else she might have been able to say, or not been able to say.

The woman beamed brightly, accepting the kindness in the singer's smile and quickly nodded in response, "Hai." She nearly laughed out at her earlier silliness. "I'm so sorry for butchering your language like that." She quickly apologized in fluent Japanese, bowing slightly to the tall youth.

"Oh no, your Korean was great," Changmin lied, waving the apology to the side. He hadn't expected to smile because of a complete stranger today. "Is there something I can help you with? You look a little lost."

Again, the woman gently smacked her forehead with her hand, "That's right! I'm looking for a place where I can try some bulgoggi. Is there a good place near this area? I don't want to get lost again." She glanced at him with those beautiful eyes and Changmin swore that he could have lost himself in them.

It took a moment for him to reel himself back in then lower himself down to Earth, but when he did, he smiled boyishly. "Actually," he started once he remembered which language they were speaking in. He had to constantly remind himself Japanese, Japanese.. "I know a really good place, I'm actually going there now." Another lie. He had actually eaten only a half an hour ago. "If it's alright, you could join me for lunch?"

A smile. One that could have easily rivaled his own in brightness, possibly even Junsu's. "Arigatou," she responded with another small bow. She quickly straightened up and extended her hand toward him, indicating a handshake. "My name is Crystal."

Somehow, the Japanese language and the name didn't fit, but Changmin didn't mind it in the least. Of course, he would have to mull over pronunciation a couple of times, but he would quickly grasp it, just like he quickly grasped anything he had set out to learn in the past. He gently took her hand in his own and shook it gently. "Nice to meet you, I'm--" he paused, checking to see if there were any fans about. In the end, he simply resolved to use his stage name, "--I'm Max."

"Nice to meet you, Max."

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"Hyung," Changmin spoke silently from his place on Jaejoong's lap, disturbing the serenity that had settled over the living room of the group's shared apartment. He sat up, no longer leaning on the older man, but sideling over to him so that they sat arm to arm. "When did you discover that you had feelings for Yunho-hyung?"

At the younger's question, Jaejoong instantly became curious. It was rare that Changmin showed a genuine curiosity about the love lives of the other members. He always remained politely distant, allowing each couple the space they needed, awaiting the moment when one or both of them would come to him. He never asked, but always accepted. Surely something must have happened for their baby to be showing curiosity in relationships now. The urge to interrogate the younger man was overwhelming, but Jaejoong resisted, knowing that Min would open up to him when he was genuinely ready. Instead, he focused on answering the question presented to him.

"I guess I always knew there was something I liked about Yunho," he mused softly, cuddling close to the younger for more warmth. "I'd always had feelings for him, Minnie-ah, I just can't say when it went beyond friendship." He snuggled closer to his dongsaeng when Changmin's arm gently snaked its way around his shoulders and pulled him in closer. "Have you developed feelings for someone?"

Changmin should have known that Jaejoong's curiosity wouldn't be able to hold out for more than a few sentences. He should have known that he would only be spared of Jaejoong's inquisitive nature for only just a short moment. He instantly regretted questioning his hyung, wondering if he should have waited until the end of the week when Yoochun would return. But at the same time, he was thankful for Jaejoong's motherly nature. It inspired him to think.

"I can't say for sure," he sighed, thinking back to the lunch he had shared with Crystal. Aside from being beautiful, she was truly a unique character. Overly polite and distant when necessary, but the glint in her dark eyes promised good times and laughter. He wanted to get to know that side of her. Wanted to get to know her more. Wanted to see more of her. "She's beautiful, hyung," he started without the permission of his mind, "I want to see her again."

Jaejoong pouted and gently shoved the younger. "A girl, huh? Is she prettier than me?"

The silent laughter that escaped from Changmin couldn't possibly be helped as he landed a gentle punch on the elder's side. "Much prettier."

"Aish," Yunho swore silently as he stumbled into the room with bags of groceries, "Ya! Changmin, Jaejoong, a hand please?" Having had their bonding moment, the two seated idols were on the same wave length completely and demonstrated their bond by instantly clapping for their leader, much to Yunho's annoyance. He scowled playfully at them, "You know what I mean."

Releasing Jaejoong from his hold, Changmin grunted slightly as he stood to his full height and stretched, his fingers barely skimming the ceiling of the room. "Alright, hyung. Calm down." He glanced at the cat-like Jaejoong who was sprawling along the length of the sofa, trying to soak up the warmth the group's baby had left behind. "Jaejoong-hyung, you can be lazy after you put the groceries away."

"And after you cook dinner," Yunho reminded with a small smile, handing several bags off to Changmin. "And after you do the dishes. It is your night."

Jaejoong groaned and buried his face into the sofa. "Why did I agree to cook and do dishes on Fridays," he meant to growl in dismay, but in all reality his words only came out as a series of muffled huffs and sighs.

With a small shake of his head, Changmin began to put the items Yunho purchased into their designated areas, only leaving out what he wanted Jaejoong to prepare for that evening's meal, leaving Yunho to deal with his lazy lover. In truth, he wasn't even hungry. Though his stomach was about to start running on empty, both his mind and heart were filled with Crystal. He wondered if he would ever bump into the ebony enchantress again, but he shook his head at his folly. Chances of randomly bumping into her again were slim to none and his heart pulled at the thought.

"You're right, Joongie," Yunho muttered silently as the two curiously watched the youngest from their places in the living room. "Min does seem to be a bit distracted." He quickly glanced at the beautiful man, "Did something happen?"

Jaejoong only smiled, electing to keep Changmin's words just between them. This girl must have certainly been something else if she had Min so deep in thought after only one meeting.

Many times the lead singer had been concerned for the young man. Worried that Changmin would have one too many lonely days, that he would have no one to really be at peace with. Someone more than just another friend. Jaejoong had found his solace in Yunho and vice versa. Junsu and Yoochun had each other and seemed to hold tight, allowing nothing to come between them.

But Changmin?

It had always been a worry of Jaejoong's if not anyone else‘s, which only seemed to reach new heights when four of the five members found complete serenity with one another. He had worried that Changmin would be the odd man out once again. Of course, Changmin had explored his options when they had gone abroad, even had a somewhat girlfriend a year back, but it hadn't been anything too serious. If anything, it had been for the sake of saving face, putting on a show.

Though Yoochun shared his tears with the others, Changmin was the real sensitive one. Hiding behind his intelligence and talent, protecting himself with it really. He put up the strong front without truly meaning to, shielding his true emotions from everyone and anyone. It was almost as if he were a sort of cyborg.

But now, Jaejoong smiled and nuzzled against Yunho, now he wouldn't have to worry about their Changmin.

He really was human after all.

"You aren't going to tell me, are you?" Yunho sighed, pulling Jaejoong from the sofa and guiding him into the kitchen to Changmin's side. The young man was still there, staring hard at the items he had laid out for dinner. With a small smirk, the leader nudged the youngest gently, "Ya! Snap out of it before you drool all over the food."

Changmin quickly snapped to attention and glanced at Jaejoong, though it had been Yunho who had spoken to him. "Ah, hyung, I think I'm going to take a walk or something." Without a word more, Changmin offered them a tight lipped smile before making his way out of the kitchen and eventually out of the apartment.

"Without dinner?" Yunho's eyebrows instantly knit together in concern and he quickly turned his gaze to Jaejoong, who only smiled knowingly. "Are you sure he isn't sick?"

* * *

Crystal smiled as she strode along the dark streets, only a few street lamps lighting her way. She didn't dare wander too far from the hotel which she was staying at throughout the duration of her short vacation, but she wanted so desperately to see the beauties of Seoul at night. She wanted to see what her mother had left behind all those years ago. Wanted to see a part of her life she had never known.

As she continued to stroll along the street, the heels of her boots clicking rhythmically against the asphalt, she allowed her mind to drift back to earlier that afternoon when she had met Changmin, though he had introduced himself to her as 'Max'. The instant he had turned around, she knew exactly who he was. What girl in Japan didn't know the members of the famous ToHoShinKi? Crystal only played dumb and innocent so not to inconvenience him.

She could sympathize with the singer, knew that he wouldn't want to be recognized on the street during leisure time. Could understand the stresses of being stopped every few feet for an autograph or a picture, though she considered Changmin and his band mates to be absolute victims of their career. She had certainly heard the horror stories of the popular group's fan base and what sort of outrageous things they'd done or would do if they ever caught one of the men unprotected and completely alone.

He was a charming young man, that much she would admit freely. It was easy to be taken with him, easy to return his infectious smiles, easy to get comfortable. It was easier than breathing if she really thought about it long enough.

"Shim Changmin," she sighed silently to herself with a small and thoughtful smile. "Perhaps we will bump into one another again before I go back home." That would be nice and she would certainly have no arguments if such a thing were to happen.

And as fate would have it, there stood the very Shim Changmin that had been occupying her mind only moments ago. His slim yet muscular figure leaned against the furthest light pole from Crystal and the singer seemed to be lost in thought. Though any thoughts he might have had flew completely out of the window when he glanced up to find that beautiful woman that had kept his mind so preoccupied for the last few hours.

He smiled one of those infectious smiles and Crystal found it all too easy to return.

"Fancy meeting you here," she spoke in quick Japanese once she was within earshot of him. She bit down on her lower lip, shifting slightly in her stance. "Taking a late night stroll?"

Changmin wanted to play it cool like Yoochun would in such a situation or unleash mass amounts of charisma to show her just how great he was like Junsu would have. There was even the option of playing the part of Yunho with a silly boyish act, but no. He found himself saying the first thing that came to mind, much like Jaejoong. "I hoped that I would see you again."

The only negative side of picking up Jaejoong's personality was that he had been completely thoughtless and spoke in Korean, causing Crystal to cock her head in confusion, but smiling and emitting soft laughter none the less. That smile nearly took his breath away and he smiled in return, lowering his head slightly, "Gomen, it's just strange speaking Japanese when I'm back home."

Crystal placed a hand on his arm before quickly retracting it back to her side, slightly unsure if physical contact was alright, "I understand completely." Rather than asking why he was out so late, or why he was even in her neck of the woods, she smirked, "Since we're both out and it doesn't look like we'll be going in anytime soon," she paused for dramatic effect, looking out to the distance, her eyes shining innocently, "care to show me around your beautiful city? I've always wanted to see Seoul at night. My mom says it's beautiful."

Her eyes were alight with so much life that Changmin would have stripped naked and danced to Rising Sun if would keep her gaze directed at him in such a way, to have her smile in a similar fashion. To have her smile at him. "I know the perfect places." He pushed himself away from the light pole, barely trusting himself to stand on his own two feet, but somehow he managed. He hesitantly reached his hand out to her, indicating that he wanted her to grasp it. "Come on," he spoke after a silent moment.

"Kita!" She exclaimed with a small jump of excitement and quickly grasped his hand.

Changmin led the woman through the city, pointing out sights here and there, even finding a late night place to eat, treating Crystal to even more of Korea's delicacies. There was no helping the smile on his face as he watched her eyes widen as she took in the wonders of another country so similar, yet, so different from the one she knew.

Their final stop had been a river, one Changmin had escaped to many times in the night when the pressure of his career had proved to be too much at times. It was beautiful and calming, peaceful in every sense of the word. It was a place he hadn't even dared to show to any of his hyungs. But for some reason, he felt he could trust Crystal with this secret spot.

"This place is amazing!" Crystal sighed, settling down along the riverbank. Changmin joined her and the woman instantly leaned into his shoulder. "Do you come here often, Max?"

"Hai," he responded silently, a soft smile touching his lips. "Usually to unwind after a stressful day." He glanced down at her, shifting his weight ever so slightly to bring more comfort to her, despite how uncomfortable he might have been with the shift. "I don't normally tell my-- friends about this place. It's peaceful here, so I never told anyone."

The woman breathed in his scent as she continued to lean against him and before she could stop herself, she was speaking. "I have a confession to make," she gently pushed away from his shoulder and looked him square in the eye, "I know who you are, Shim Changmin. I would have to live under a rock not to." She fixed him with wide puppy dog eyes, "You aren't upset are you?"

At first, the confession did catch Changmin off guard, but only because he had been expecting, or hoping rather, for something else. Once he digested the woman's words, he smiled and gently nudged her. "I feel like I'm supposed to confess something too now."

Crystal shook her head and returned to her spot against Changmin's shoulder, "Nope. No need to confess anything."

Changmin smiled, slightly relieved that she expected nothing of him, though he did want to inform her that he was indeed taken with her. "I have a confession to make anyway," he started before mentally putting his words together so not to say anything too forward or make himself out to be some sort of spazz. "I want to see you again." He glanced down at her before allowing his gaze to drift over the river. "Even if it is for a little while."

"I'd like that." She smiled, allowing her fingers to trace over the material that made up the tall singer's light jacket.

* * *

"I'm telling you, Chunnie," Junsu sighed as he pulled a t-shirt over his head to cover his bare chest, not that it mattered much, as his lover crept up behind him to lift said t-shirt to reveal Junsu's chest once again. He quickly swatted at Yoochun's hand, not once losing his train of thought, "Minnie is acting funny and Jaejoong-hyung knows whatever it is that's bothering him."

Yoochun's hands returned to Junsu's shirt, tugging impatiently, wanting nothing more than to strip his lover naked and ravish him right there on the spot. "Whose to say that there's something wrong with Changmin, huh?" He pulled Junsu against his aroused body, indicating that he would much rather talk with action, but Junsu quickly pulled away from him, clucking that they didn't have enough time.

"We have to leave in five minutes," Junsu sighed, fixing his shirt once again, "and this is my favorite shirt, you aren't going to mess up my clothes again."

A small chuckle escaped Yoochun as he remembered the multiple times he had ripped one of Junsu's shirts because he had gotten a little too excited while undressing the young man. The number of buttons lost from countless jeans and shirts were probably enough to build a mountain. His smirk slowly faded when Junsu turned around to scowl darkly at him. He held his hands up innocently and took several steps back, "Alright, you win."

"Damn right I do," Junsu muttered.

"Now tell me," Yoochun started, combing his fingers through his own silky hair since toying with Junsu's was probably out of the question, "why are you so sure that Changmin is in trouble or that something is wrong with him?"

Junsu frowned thoughtfully, pondering on the younger's behavior for the past few days. "Well, for starters he's missed a couple of meals with us."

"A detail," Yoochun waved it to the side, though he had noticed this as well.

"He doesn't talk to us as much anymore," Junsu listed off another reason, moving across the room to his dresser so he could get a belt for his jeans. "And unless we have something for work, we rarely ever see him." He slipped the belt through its designated loops and quickly fastened it. "He's not acting like himself at all, Yoochun-ah. As his hyungs, we should worry about him."

Yoochun grinned and shook his head, "Have you also noticed how often he walks around smilling like an idiot?" At this missed observation, Junsu's motions ceased, but only momentarily. He quickly busied himself with searching for a pair of matching socks. Yoochun went on, "Besides, whatever it is, Jaejoong-hyung is aware of what's going on. He'd never let any harm come to Minnie."

"That's another thing to worry about," Junsu sighed and collapsed to his bed, settling with a mismatched pair of socks. One red and one yellow, "he's spending an insane amount of time with Jaejoong-hyung when he is around. Joongie's behavior is contagious!"

"If I didn't know any better," Yoochun started silently, gently grasping Junsu's elbow and stilling the man's motions, "I'd say you were jealous that you and Min aren't hanging out that much anymore." He put on that insufferable smirk that Junsu hated and loved at the same time. "Susu-ah," he lowered himself onto the bed next to his lover, that smirk turning into a soft smile, "Changmin is grown enough to take care of himself. Whether there's something wrong or not, you just have to trust that he'll come to us when he's ready."

A small pout formed on Junsu's adorable features, but he nodded at Yoochun's words, though he hated the fact that the older man was right. In the end, he sighed and shook the man's grasp away so that he could put on his socks. "You sound so smart sometimes, Chunnie."

Yoochun chuckled and took a seat on the bed, "Don't you mean all the time?"

"Very rarely actually," Junsu responded seriously, though there was a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "You usually have nothing intelligent to say. I'm surprised you have as many fans as you do."

"Ya!" Yoochun shouted, though the smile on his face suggested that he wasn't at all angry with his all too adorable lover.

"No fighting, you two," came Yunho's voice came from just outside the room. "I know what that leads to when it's concerning you guys and we don't have time, not now. And Chun, if you rip another one of Junsu's shirts before we have to go somewhere, I will hurt you myself."

The couple glanced at the door before turning to one another and letting out soft laughter.

* * *

It had been an entire week since that day he and Crystal had met. An entire week since he had forgotten how he lived before he had met her. It seemed that the single week had changed his life, but his time was growing short. Reality had hit, and it had certainly hit hard. Suddenly the lights to a perfect world had been turned off completely and the rug had been pulled from under Changmin's feet. Somehow, everything seemed to be a little bit more dull. Crystal frowned, seeming unable to continue on with their topic of conversation.

Her going back to Japan.

Changmin was also eerily silent on the issue, not wanting to speak further on that particular topic, as if doing so would make it even more real than it already was. He should have known that his friendship would only last so long, that sooner or later she would have to leave again. That they would go back to the mundane repetitiveness of their lives.

That they would forget one another.

"Maybe," she began hopefully, but fell silent, knowing that his hectic schedule wouldn't permit him to spend very much time away from home. "Maybe when you come to Japan again--"

Changmin sighed and bit down on his lower lip thoughtfully, "Let's not think about that now." It would be a long while before he went back, and when he did, he would be required to make frequent trips back to Korea. He forced a tight lipped smile onto his face and held out a small envelope to her. "Here, it's to our performance tonight. It took me a lot to get them, but you'll be right there in front, so it'll be well worth it."

At first, Crystal felt as if she couldn't accept such a gift from him, but as he gently took her hand into his own and placed the envelope there, she couldn't help but
allow herself to take the gift. With a bit of a push in the right direction from his all too warm hands, her fingers carefully wrapped around his gift to her and she found herself smiling.

"Arigatou gozaimasu."

* * *

Changmin wiped his hand over his already flattened hair, causing his stylists to cluck in distaste at the actions of the maknae in the group. Usually he was the first one in and out of her chair, but on this particular night, the young man was all out of sorts. He couldn't sit still, wouldn't even respond to her constant threats of tying him down if he didn't behave properly.

The motherly Jaejoong could only chuckle at the stylist's misfortune and watch the free entertainment.

"He's never been quite so fidgety before," Yoochun muttered silently from Jaejoong's side. The two older singers, along with Yunho, had been taken care of a while back and were now only waiting for Changmin and Junsu to be finished with their designated stylists. Their pre-performance ritual had been quite the usual up until this very point.

Yunho dived into his music player, probably going through some complicated mental dance scene in his head, imagining how cool he would look on stage; Junsu put up a small fuss with his stylist as he always did and Jaejoong and Yoochun had been among the first to finish, laughing at poor Junsu's misfortune.

As was their usual.

But Changmin's inability to hold still for even a second broke their almost religious routine. He would shift in his seat every so often, claiming that some limb or other was aching and that he needed to work it out. Sometimes he didn't even make an excuse, simply moved as if proving that he still had the power to control at least some part of himself.

A secretive smile came across Jaejoong's face as he watched the younger man silently struggle with the poor stylist who looked about ready to rip him a new one. It was a smile Yoochun had come to know very well, though he couldn't always quite capture it's meanings. Jaejoong, though he wore his heart on his sleeve, didn't reveal it too easily, nor his thoughts. If there was any hope of getting the group's eldest member to talk, Yoochun knew that he would have to labor.

"What do you think is bothering him, Joongie-hyung?" He asked, nudging the older lightly, focused intently on the doe eyed man just as said man was focused on a fidgeting Changmin.

Upon hearing the question, Jaejoong's smile only grew, but he remained perfectly silent. While this action might have discouraged the others, forcing them to let out a sigh of frustration and give up all too easily, Yoochun knew his friend too well to give up after only one question. Clearly the wrong question.

The baritone's eyes drifted back to the youngest of the group and cocked his head to one side, watching as the boy-- no, the young man, ducked his head slightly when the stylist waved a rather threatening comb in his direction. Changmin smiled a slight apology, but somehow, everyone watching the scene knew that only more hilarity, or stress, would surely ensue from that point on. Yoochun could only lean back in his seat and shake his head with a slight roll of his eyes, "He's never been so on edge before. It's annoying."

Finally, Jaejoong drew a breath and spoke softly so that only Yoochun would catch his words. "Really?" He tilted his head to one side, that smile not once wavering, "I think he's kind of cute." His gaze was thoughtfully transfixed on their very own Shim Changmin, his chin gently resting on an upturned palm as he continued to watch, or stare rather.

Those dark brows instantly knit together at the simple sentence as his mind seemed to kick it into overtime to translate its meaning. His eyes then finally drifted of the still struggling stylist and the out of sorts Changmin. Now that he looked properly at his friend and dongsaeng, there was something different. Not quite off, but different, that much he could tell.

But what?

There was a glimmer of innocence surrounding him, causing Yoochun's head to tilt slightly. Could that be it? That sweet child-like aura surrounding him, causing him to seem so aloof from the rest of them? Yoochun's head tilted a little bit more, watching the youngest even more intensely, not caring if he drew the man's attention or not.

Changmin was clearly not with them in the room, not mentally anyway. His mind was somewhere else entirely and where ever it was, it caused small flashes of happiness and pain to appear in his eyes. Just as the corners of his lips would attempt to lift and reveal a smile, they would quickly turn in the opposite direction, taking that smile away and trying to draw out a frown. His sighs were heartbreaking and encouraging all in the span of a second and somehow, Yoochun felt his heart go out to the younger.

Biting down on his lower lip, the American raised singer nodded and slowly pulled his gaze away. "Our Changminnie's in love," he whispered silently, his bottom lip still between his teeth. A moment longer of silence passed between himself and Jaejoong before the younger of the two performers viciously pinched the lead singer in the side. "When were you going to tell me, huh? Keeping secrets from me like that."

"Aish!" Jaejoong, called loudly before whacking the baritone over the back of the head with little reservation. "You're such a--"

"Ya!" Came Yunho's 'leader-sshi' voice, a sound that grew from the very bottom of his belly that usually got the members to straighten out right away. He had been able to drown out the threats that had been directed to Changmin and Junsu. He had been able to ease that slight nagging feeling in the back of his gut that told him something out of the ordinary would happen, but he hadn't been able to tune out Jaejoong's and Yoochun's horse play.

Only a solitary glare was needed before the two singers ducked their heads in a slight bow of apology. In no time, Yunho resubmerged himself into his music, readying himself for yet another performance.

As soon as their leader had gone back to his own world, Yoochun rounded on Jaejoong once again, this time putting on a ridiculously adorable pout. "You've been keeping secrets from me, Joongie-hyung. How long did you know?"

With a small roll of his eyes, Jaejoong's smile returned and he finally gave the younger a proper look over as he contemplated answering the question. He'd known for a week of course, but did that really matter? It was Changmin that should have been Chun's number one concern. Instead of answering, he turned the tide of conversation back to the heart of the matter. "He won't tell me much about her," he sighed with a slight frown, "just that he's taken a liking to her and that he invited her here tonight."

Yoochun's pout dissolved into a thoughtful frown as he gently tugged on his ear. "A fan, huh?" That could be a bit on the troublesome side.

"That's why he's so anxious," Jaejoong nodded, lightly knocking his shoulder into his friend's. "He says she's much prettier than me," he jutted his lower lip forward and fixed Yoochun with those killer doe eyes of his, "but is that even possible, Chunnie-ah?"

"If it is," Yoochun chuckled, now being the one to initiate the shoulder bumping, "then she's absolutely gorgeous, hyung."

"Choikang Changmin!" The stylist finally resulted to yelling, roughly tapping her comb against the man's head, causing him to try and sheild himself from her fury, but to no avail. "Sit still and don't move or I swear to high heaven that I will call your mother!"

* * *

When the fans seemed to scream louder than ever before, and he had never known that was possible until just that very moment, Yunho knew someone had broken his number one rule of all time when it came to performances.

Unless it was a planned thing, no one was to, by any means, deviate from the set formation.

Jaejoong. It had to be Jaejoong. If anything went slightly awry, Yunho instantly found himself blaming his lover. He knew it wasn't fair of him to place the accusation on the man, but he was almost always right. His lover could be overly thoughtless at times, with things he said and did, so it was Jaejoong that was the obvious choice.

But when he saw said beauty obediently at his side, Yunho could have choked right there on the spot! A quick glance over his shoulder informed him that Junsu and Yoochun were also in place, but their gazes were certainly focused elsewhere.

Changmin had deviated. Changmin never deviated. Out of the entire group, Changmin was certainly the most dependable one, and yet, their maknae had done the one thing that would probably have Yunho's left eye twitching as soon as they walked off stage.

The tall youth had broken formation without a single thought, drifting to stage left, combing through screaming fangirls with an intense gaze, continuing to perform as if he had done nothing wrong.

Somehow, Yunho remembered that they were in a live performance situation and it wouldn't due for him to order for the music to be stopped so that he could scold their youngest member. He briefly met eyes with Jaejoong before offering the older male a small nod, their silent communication abilities flawless.

Jaejoong smiled and also broke formation, making sure to subtly allow his hand to gently grace across his lover's as he cooly walked away.

Not wanting to be left out, Junsu and Yoochun beamed brightly before parting ways, leaving Yunho to claim front and center. In the opinion of the half crazed fans, the performance was absolutely epic, but to the DongBang leader, it was a near disaster and a certain dongsaeng would be getting a piece of his mind once in the privacy of their shared apartment.

Changmin knew he would be in trouble, mainly with Yunho in his 'leader-sshi' mode, but he didn't care. He knew that somewhere in this very section was Crystal. He had been sure to get her a good view, memorized the layout of the performance hall just so he would know where she was sitting, wanted to make sure she knew that he dedicated this particular performance to her.

It had been a fortunate thing that he lowered his microphone from his lips, because Jaejoong quickly shimmied to his side and lightly bumped the younger while whispering quickly, "Where is she?" Almost as soon as the question was asked, the beautiful singer lifted his own mic to his lips, finding his entrance right on time.

Sometimes Changmin was amazed by his band umma. Not many would be able to guess that he was such a talented multi-tasker, but he in fact was. He lifted his own mic, jumping in to sing the chorus, brown eyes searching.

Then he saw her.

Unlike the screaming fans she was surrounded by, she seemed frozen in place, beaming brightly up at the popular group. No, not the group. At Changmin and only Changmin. She offered a small wave, but it slowed dramatically when their eyes locked.

The smile in his dongsaeng's eyes was evidence enough that the girl that had captured his heart had been located and he too began to scan through the hundreds of girls that crowded the very front of the venue. He followed Changmin's gaze ever so carefully to find this dream girl of his.

Yoochun quickly glanced over to where Changmin and Jaejoong stood the very second he could no longer hear Jaejoong's voice in the chorus. The band umma usually stopped singing for no one. Then a quick little smile danced across his face as he realized that Jaejoong must have seen that this girl, whoever she was, really was more beautiful than him. At such a thought, he chuckled into the microphone.

Yunho shot Jaejoong a quick look when the beauty suddenly stopped singing and just stared out into the audience. His eyes then zeroed in on Yoochun for laughing, LAUGHING, into the microphone. All he could wait for was Junsu to jump into the sea of fangirls or something equally as ridiculous so that he could go ahead and simply call it a performance. Fortunately, nothing of the sort had happened, but with the odd behaviors going on, he had half expected it.

Though it took a moment, Jaejoong and Changmin had finally seperated, or rather, Jaejoong had peeled himself away from Changmin's side, leaving the youngest to ogle at his girlfriend for just a little bit longer. He couldn't help but grin at how horribly cute this new Changmin was. He'd never seen the younger so invested into something, or rather, someone.

There's hope for that boy yet, he thought as returned to Yunho's side. The song was drawing to a close and though their leader had let them slip with a deviation and a big one, there would be pure hell to pay if they didn't return to some sort of formation. Hopefully Changmin was well aware of the heated glares hitting him in the back of the head as Yunho threw one right after another.

Yoochun also made his way back to the center of the stage, waving and playing the part of the adorable singer, though he was well aware that the title belonged to another. Which left Junsu to make sure Changmin returned so that they wouldn't have to find a new addition to the group after Yunho killed the youngest.

Quickly lowering his microphone, Junsu hooked his arm around Changmin's waist and began to pull the young man back while quickly muttering, "You're trying to get yourself killed, aren't you?"

Changmin allowed his hyung to drag him back a ways while shaking his head, his gaze trained on Crystal for a moment longer before he finally turned about and returned to the group at the very center of the stage. He offered Junsu a small grin before shrugging out of the older man's grasp and shoved him lightly in the direction he was meant to go.

And finally, as the last note resonated throughout the hall, followed by declarations of love and screaming support from fans, the most hellacious performance of Yunho's life was over and done with.

It was backstage where the real show was certainly bound to begin.

"Changminnie's in trouble," one of the background dancer's sang out, lightly slapping the young man on the back before taking his leave for the night, though most of the dancers had wanted to stick around to watch Yunho completely snap on the youngest, it was so rare that he got in trouble. They certainly wanted to see history in the making.

A small smile lit the young man's features however, his mind still on their earlier performance. His mind still wrapped around the fact that Crystal really had come to see him. For now, the conflicting emotions he had felt while anxiously awaiting the chance to get on stage had settled into an uplifting happiness. He bit shyly down on his lower lip and quickly lowered his gaze to the floor, attempting to hide his boyish smile in order to avoid questions.

"Make sure Yunnie doesn't make him cry," Jaejoong spoke quietly to Yoochun as he shoved a beanie over his raven hair and picked up a pair of sunglasses. He quickly patted the man on the shoulder before offering him a quick smile and hurrying out of the dressing room.

Opperation Interference was a go.

Yoochun shook his head and waved as a few more dancers decided that watching Changmin die wasn't worth it in the end and took their leave for the evening. He then turned his eyes to the love struck youngster. "Great performance, Minnie Mouse," he offered silently, wondering if he was so far gone that words would be lost onto him.

But surprise surprise, Changmin glanced up and arranged his features into a tired smile, though judging by the glint in his eyes, he was far from tired. "Likewise, Mickey Mouse."

It was Junsu's turn to interfere, though it was less than welcomed in Yoochun's opinion. He wanted to talk about this girl, whoever she was, wanted the youngest to spill what was going on in his head and in his heart. Obviously, he hadn't been confided in for a reason, but with Junsu's presence, he was even more less likely to get answers out of him.

"Changmin, you never break Yunnie-hyung's rules." He collapsed onto Yoochun's lap and grabbed the older man's arms so that they would wrap lightly around his waist. "Did something happen? Are you mad at Yunho? You're mad at Yunho aren't you? What happ--"

Yoochun quickly placed a hand over Junsu's mouth, knowing that if he didn't stop his lover soon, that the questions would never stop coming and that the lovable dolphin would come up with some sort of twisted tale all on his own, thus causing absolute chaos to erupt within their apartment. His eyes then wandered over to Changmin, who chuckled lightly at the onslaught of questions.

"Nothing happened, hyung," was his only response before a secretive smile appeared on his face and he lowered his head once more.

Junsu glanced at Yoochun, his eyes wide and full of questions that definitely needed to be answered. Several long minutes ticked by after this. Uncomfortable and awkward for Junsu and Yoochun, reflective and very well appreciated in Changmin's mind.

Of course, that silence didn't last too much longer as their infamous leader-sshi certainly made sure his dongsaengs were well aware of his presence and anger, upon his arrival.

"This is just crazy," Yunho growled as he entered the room, pulling off the shirt he had worn during the performance and quickly tossing it to the rack of clothes, leaving him clad in only a white undershirt. "You're all grounded! No drinking, no going out, no games--"

"Hyung!" Junsu complained the instant 'games' spilled from Yunho's lips. He quickly pulled Yoochun's hand from his mouth, an adorable pout already fixed onto his face. "That's no fair, Yunho-hyung. I didn't do anything wrong!"

"You're talking back," Yunho countered all too easily, as if he had half expected an argument from Junsu. The leader quickly whirled on Changmin, still very miffed with the younger. "Just be lucky it would be inhumane to take away food or else I'd do that too."

No response from the youngest.

Yunho grit his teeth in slight annoyance, "Ya! Min-ah! Are you even listening to me?"

Yoochun smiled over at Changmin's still lowered head, quite sure that the young man's smile hadn't diminished in the slightest, but was sure to deliver Jaejoong's message to a very irate Yunho just in case. He tightened his hold on Junsu ever so slightly and pulled the dolphin closer as he spoke, "Joongie-hyung will be upset if you make him cry."

"Jaejoong," Yunho glanced around the dressing room for a brief second, searching for the older man. His mood seemed to dampen even more as he noted the man's continued absence. "Where is he anyway? He knows our routine after a show!" Why was everyone trying to make him pull out his hair tonight? "Well dammit, he's grounded too!"

"Yunho, stop!" Jaejoong commanded in English, pitching his voice several notes lower and allowing his chest to swell out like that of an overdramatic super hero. He had thrust his left hand forward, palm facing out toward his leader, the universal sign for 'stop' so that there would be no mistaking his meaning. His right arm, along with something-- no-- someone else was behind him.

When the Junsu was caught trying to sneak a peek at who it was Jaejoong had dragged along with him, the eldest quickly shifted in his stance, continuing to block the person from the younger singer's sight. This was a surprise not meant for their dolphin, but for the young member whose head remained lowered with the small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Joongie, what are you--" Yunho began, taking a step forward, not only wanting to figure his lover out, but wanting to know who was standing behind the beautiful man.

Jaejoong only shook his head, thrusting his palm in Yunho's direction once again, uttering the same English he had spoke before. "Stop." This time however, he tilted his head slightly and offered his leader a short glare, silently stating that if Yunho screwed this up, that he wouldn't even be sleeping on the couch, but under it. He quickly glanced over his shoulder to mutter something English phrase or other to his unkown companion, causing their mystery guest to laugh silently.

Changmin's head shot up in an instant and quickly glanced in the direction of his hyung with wide and wondering eyes. "Hyung," he began, his voice somewhere between warning and begging. Jaejoong wouldn't dare do something so idiotically impulsive as bring her backstage right after a performance.

Wait, no, scratch that. He so would.

The struggle within the youngest made Yoochun smile as he gently guided Junsu off of his lap. At being removed from his lover, Junsu elected to save his protests for later, when there would be no prying ears. Aside from the usual anyway. "Should we--" he began hesitantly, pointing to the next room over.

"Go?" Yoochun quickly supplied, "Yes, Su, we should definitely go." He caught Yunho's attention before jerking his head to the door at the back of the dressing room. "Come on Yunho-hyung. Let's--"

"Jaejoong-ah," Yunho began, though the leader-sshi edge that had been in his voice only seconds ago seemed to have vanished entirely. It seemed he now played the part of the lovable yet totally clueless appa, and he didn't very much care for the part. "Explain."

Changmin shifted uncomfortably in his seat, wanting visual confirmation of her presence. He didn't want to get his hopes up, yet his rapidly beating heart and the twin spots of pink burning deeply in his cheeks seemed to get the job done for him and Jaejoong didn't miss a second of it. Releasing his hold on their guest, Jaejoong finally moved away from the doorway, revealing Crystal once and for all.

"Ah!" Junsu exclaimed, pointing at the young woman, but before he could speak any further, Yoochun quickly placed a hand over the dolphin's mouth and quickly dragged him out of the room, while Jaejoong shoved a questioning Yunho toward the door.

Only when his four hyungs were gone did Changmin slowly stand up and take careful steps toward Crystal. At first, he hardly wanted to believe that she was actually standing right there before him. It would be easier in the long run to think that it was all just a dream. Easier for both of them.

Crystal nervously rubbed her hands together, but smiled none the less. "You had a great performance out there. Your sempais did too."

"I'm just glad you came," Changmin confessed with a small smile, finally relaxing in her presence. Finally believing that she really had come, that she was actually right there in front of him, though he wish he didn't. It was an agonizing thing, knowing that she would be leaving in only a few days time, knowing that she would be so close yet so far at the same time.

Just one room over, the remaining DongBang boys were each with their respected partner, either bickering amongst themselves or spying on the young love birds still silently circling one another in the dressing room.

Yunho let out a silent huff of aggravation, "Joongie, your heart is in the right place, really it is, but you shouldn't interfere in someone else's business, even if it is Min-ah. That's just not your place."

Almost as soon as Jaejoong had gotten the leader into the second room, a silent battle had erupted between them, neither budging from their view. "Changmin won't make a move on his own, so I'm helping him. Have you ever seen him so giddy before, Yunho? Huh? Have you?"

"If it's true that Min isn't making a move," Yunho attempted to calm his heated lover down. If he didn't succeed, then yelling would certainly ensue and the household would become a hellacious one of the JaeHo couple were having a fight, "then there is a reason why he hasn't made one yet, Boo. Think about it."

Jaejoong did pause, but not for as long as Yunho would have liked. Yoochun and Junsu kept close to the cracked door, listening to bits of the argument, but more concerned with the Japanese conversation they were hearing between their youngest member and this mystery woman. "So," Junsu whispered silently, wanting neither the bickering pair or the shy couple to hear him, "Minnie's in love with this girl? After a week?"

"Sometimes, that's all it takes, I guess," Yoochun chuckled, casually allowing his fingers grace across the man's arm. "I mean, hell, you fell in love with me after only a minute."

A chuckle passed Junsu's lips as he gently whacked at his lover's hand, "Don't be so full of yourself, Chun. Five minutes, at the very least." He quickly refocused his attention on Changmin and Crystal. "But really, look at them. It looks like they're meeting each other for the first time."

At this statement, Jaejoong quickly dropped out of the argument to also peek curiously through the crack in the door. Yunho followed after only a second later and four pairs of eyes watched while four pairs of ears listened carefully to the words spoken between the two.

"I'll be going back home soon," Crytsal sighed, looking away from Changmin, "Thank you for helping me create so many memories."

Can't you extend your trip? Changmin wanted to ask. Stay with me for just a little bit longer. I'm just not ready for you to go yet. Or maybe I could go to Japan with you for a while. But instead he could only say, "Hai. I hope you have a safe trip home, and I hope you got to see the best of Korea." He was certainly playing the part of a classic fool. Too much of a gentleman to request that she stay, too much of a coward to free up some time to go with her.

The woman's smile diminished slightly and shoulders appeared to droop at his lack of compassion, but then again, she could understand perfectly where he was coming from. What had she been expecting? That he would drop his idol lifestyle and runaway with her to Japan? That she could stop her life back at home to be in Korea and always be at his side?

Things just didn't work out that way.

"They're distancing themselves," Junsu sighed with a shake of his head, no longer want to even be in close proximity to such a scene. He was the first to pull away from the cracked open door and retreat further into the secondary room. "It's so sad to see, isn't it?" He could only imagine what would become of their Changmin once this dream girl of his left.

Jaejoong swallowed hard as he watched the growing sadness on his dongsaeng's face, on the face of the young woman he had come to fall for in such a short amount of time. He felt the fragile and painful beats of Changmin's breaking heart and he wanted nothing more to reach out and hug the young man, to serve as a shield to protect him from such terrible feelings of hopelessness.

Sensing his lover's unease, Yunho snaked an arm around the man's waist and gently pulled him away from the door, leaving Yoochun to listen in on the conversation alone. "Not everyone gets their happy ending, Boo."

Turning about so that he could wrap his arms around Yunho, Jaejoong buried his face into the crook of Yunho's neck. "But why not Changmin?" He relished in the warmth his lover provided and instantly wondered if the youngest would ever have the opportunity to offer this warmth to another or be warmed in such a fashion himself.

"His time will come," Yunho muttered in a comforting manner, tracing his fingers up and down Jaejoong's spine in smooth calming motions.

Hearing his leader's silent words and watching the pair in the main dressing room part sadly from one another, Yoochun had to wonder if he had witnessed Changmin's time just slip him right by.

Fri, 16 Jan 2009 06:54:54 GMT

I'm rather fond of this bit of love.. And I just wrote another sentence for an extra splash of color!!

Journal Entry By ME~~~!!!