baby i still love you

[one shot] running circles

2008-09-28T20:41:14Z

Title: Running Circles
Pairings: Yunho/Junsu
Rating: R ; rape
Genre: angst
A/N: for zaiho and machine_of_july ♥

And I taste no romance, even through your deep kisses.
I can only blame time that…we’ve both been running circles…only to loose our tracks.

You sit silently in the doctor’s office. A nervous chill creeps up your spine making you shiver.

“Mr. Kim, this is a serious issue. It’s not to be taken lightly, please reconsider as soon as possible!” he tells you, adjusting his glasses while studying your test results. The wrinkles on his forehead thicken as he frowns at you.

Brain tumor, huh? Just those two words alone are enough to scare the living daylights out of you. Surprisingly, you are calm as you process everything the doctor tells you. You nod at him and tell him not to worry for you. You even tell your frightened mother that you’re going to be okay. She waits for you and sobs uncontrollably.

“Suyah, we need to get you that surgery…”

`
Yunho comes to you drunk. His hair wet from walking in the rain too late at night. Outside the beads of water still beat against the ground, voicing nothing but hollow sadness amidst the cold, dark air. It feels like crying alone, so sad it’s unbearable.

“Yu…Yunho,” the words come out uneven, “What are you doing here?”

But then he gives you no replies, just moves his wet body towards yours and greets your open mouth in a heated kiss. You can’t help but pursue his lips as he initiates the kiss, bruising yours in the process.

Then he pulls back and stares at you, stoic eyes and red lips. His wet hair drips with water, strands messily thread over his sharp face. Suddenly, you forget your question and rub your hands against his chest. A bleeding heart beats underneath this warm skin. Why babe? You’re always hurting yourself.

After that, he runs to you; vulnerable and drowning deep in misery. You would always kiss him better, give him everything he wants, maybe even more than he can take (to keep and treasure). Every time he “sleeps over” you can’t resist but pull him into your arms.

A fragile thing he is when he’s in pain. Perhaps you’re being selfish, taking advantage of him at such a time. But you can’t lie to yourself, you want him as bad as you need this lie.

“You’ve got to stop this,” you demand at him, “Or I will call her and end this for you.”

“No, Junsuyah,” Yunho brings you into his arms, roughly embracing you, not like how he would hug her so tenderly. “Please, don’t.”

`
He’s everything you want but can never have. His words get you flustered, a deep shade of red and heat dashes on your skin. But you can never tell him, because you can’t even explain it yourself. What exactly do you want? He asks the same question, but you’ve got no answer. And sometimes, you think you’re too obsessed with him that it scares the hell out of you.

“Stay the hell away from me,” he warns, hand tightly gripping your forearms. Bony fingers dig deep into your flesh with more than enough pressure to make you squeal, but you don’t. Instead you keep it cool, eyes mocking him, because you know when you are sarcastic like this, Yunho turns into a complete fool.

You tuck a few fingers under his chin, gentle as can be and ask in a soothing voice, “But why? I like you.” It comes out sincere, each word still lingering between the gaps of your bodies.

“Don’t!” Yunho almost shouts as he bangs you against the wall, your hand falling to its previous place, “Don’t say such a thing. This is stupid, I don’t want to play your games.”

“What games? I’ve always been honest with my feelings,” for a second you felt angry, hurt. Yunho is too much, you gritted your teeth and if possible penetrate your gaze deeper into his baffled eyes.

“Shut up! I hate fags like you,” he blurted out. Yunho is irritated, fuming with annoyance and confusion. Honey brown eyes jolted here and there but never at you until he pushes you away. So hard that it got you stumbling to the ground.

“Why can’t it be a fag like me?” You shout at him, throat dabs with a hoarse sorrow, “Why Yunho? Because you’re afraid of your true feelings? Because you’re afraid of what society makes of you. Or is it because you really love Ri In?”

“Stay out of this Junsu,” Yunho’s voice lowers, head shaking, “Did you really think it was okay to tell Ri In everything we’ve done?”

Your heart is beating wildly, pumping crazy and threatening to jump out of your throat, “I did it because I care for you.”

“I don’t need it, I don’t need it from you.”

`
It’s past midnight as you sit alone on the couch. Is it possible you’re still waiting for him? You laugh, particularly at yourself. As if he’ll ever step into your house, ever again. Not after what you’ve done. Not after you called his beloved girlfriend to fill her in at what she’s been missing.

It was reckless, you admit. Seriously, it took you too much anger and alcohol to make the call. And it’s probably the one thing that’s driving him back to her. Maybe he’s comforting her right now. Soothing that woman with sweet nothings and sugar coated kisses, while you sit here and think about it; wishing it were you instead.

At ten to two, Yunho knocks impatiently at your door and barges in roughly. A tight fist flew to your face and you tumble back from the impact. The pain and heat pounds into your head, making you dizzy.

“She tried to kill herself!” he shouts, standing above you as you gather your senses back. You taste blood at the base of your throat while disjointed thoughts swerve through your mind. A tongue pushes itself out to lick at the warm blood pooling your lower lips.

Bending down, Yunho glares at it before grabbing your hair and pushes your face to his, kissing you hard it stings, the blood salty between your mouths. You push at him, however he’s already towering over you. His larger body overpowers yours, “You want this don’t you?” he asks dryly and furious, “I’ll give it to you, why do you have to pretend?” his hands keeping you down, flat against the ground while he bites your neck.
Hot tears pool into your vision, then slides down slowly, “Let me go, you’re fucking crazy!” You struggle, arms and legs thrashing about.

“Am I? Or you’re the insane one. You’ve worked so hard for this and now you don’t want it?” His words make you want to slap him across the face, for treating you like a whore. At times like this you wish he’d give you pity instead, though you really hate both.

Your body goes limp; he fucks you hard and fast, out of rage and possibly out of vengeance. It didn’t matter anymore, because all you can do now is lay there and take it. Not wanting to fight him off, no desire to chase him away, not the man you love.

He hisses in pleasure and you gasp in pain, hands cupping your mouth to prevent the loud cries from escaping. He fills you up then leaves you wanting for more. The slick friction draws more tears to your eyes, yet he continues pounding. It ripples throughout your body every time he hits your prostate until you finally come, clenching around him and waiting for him to loose it also.

He does, nearly seconds later and abandons you quickly to lay on his back. Jagged breaths lengthened, greedy for air. You hear your heart racing, trying to catch up with his. Then you crawl on weak knees, body still trembling slightly, as you inch away from him.

“I don’t regret this Yunho. I don’t.”

Yunho closes his eyes, serenity casts over the room. You hear your own heart break, a slow and tormenting pain burns at your chest. Really, how can you love a man like him? You hug yourself and watch him continue to slouch lifelessly. Does Yunho know the effect he has on you? A simple relationship that has push you so far until you can’t even figure out yourself.

`
Yunho clears his throat. The warm cup of coffee nestles between your hands. The room fills with its dark, bitter aroma as he picks up his voice, “She’s going to be okay.”

You feel yourself nodding lightly, eyes lost inside the black content before you. “Hyung,” you finally say, your voice small and unsure, “Go see her, I’m going to be okay.” You don’t dare face him because you know just once look at those eyes and your tears will betray you.

Silence. Two minutes seem to flash by and he sets his own mug down, “I…I’m sorry, for everything.” And you watch him leave; loneliness had never captured you better.

`
Two weeks flutter by quickly, no calls or messages from him. With too many things on your mind you stumble into the empty apartment, drunk. You think this is how Yunho must have felt every time he comes to you.

Breathing harshly, you hear your own heart and brains pulsing into your ears. Your head hurts, hurts more than usual and you feel like throwing up. You steadily slump down against the wall, lids falling.

“Junsu!” a familiar voice calls, distant but closing in. “Junsu!” you make out Yunho’s worried expression as he shakes you. “What the hell are you doing? Why didn’t you tell me?”

After hearing those words, your heart stops.

“Fucking idiot!” he screams, fingers tightening around your arms, he continues to shake you. And that’s when you know, Yunho found out.

Weakly, you blink your tears away and smile. He found out, he knows, he knows, dammit.

“Let’s get you to a hospital!” he utters impatiently, ready to pick you up by the looks of it. But you swing your arms away, struggling out of his grip.

“It’s too late, hyung,” you grit your teeth and reply.

“How do you know?” he argues, kneeling in front as if begging, “There’s always therapy!”

You shake your head, lids falling, “I don’t want to.”

“Stop being stubborn, Junsu!”

You lace your fingers into his hair and pull his face closer. He lets you, eyes meeting yours. You want to remember, so bad. If anything, you want to always see this face; engrave it forever into your mind.

You cry. For a long long time you’ve wanted to cry. Who said you weren’t scared? Who said you can control these feelings so well?

He’s crying too. Tears slipping as he continues to gaze into your eyes. You can tell, he’s trying to hold back but Yunho isn’t doing so well either. “Gods, Junsu,” he sobs, “I—hyung’s been a horrible person,” his hands moves to cup your face.

Leaning in, he presses a kiss onto your lips, wet with tears. You finally smile, tasting salt at the tip of your tongue and you can’t tell if you’re tasting your tears or his.

Why can’t your story be an ‘I love you, you love me, happy ending fairytale’?

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ree, i hope this was okay :X ilu!
& jewell i will work on smut next <3

[drabble] sunday morning kisses

2008-09-24T06:36:48Z

Title: Sunday Morning Kisses
Pairings: Yunho/Junsu
Rating: PG
Genre: fluff
A/N: for hoshiko_malfoy and machine_of_july ♥

Sunday mornings are meant for slow kisses in the shower. When nobody is up but Yoochun trying to arrange his music.

Junsu adores everything about Yunho kisses, how the honey soft touch lingers and melts him into a puddle. Today is no different.

“Hyung,” he whispers, water running across his skin. Yunho leans in and hushes him. They share another kiss, sucking gently on each other’s lips. Junsu’s tongue darts out to run over Yunho’s plump, bottom lip. He moans quietly.

When they pull away, Yunho turns off the water to examine Junsu. His lids are falling and those lips, oh, they are swollen red. Affectionately, he runs his thumbs over them, eyes soften in the process.

“Love you,” Junsu wheedles and Yunho almosts die of cute. His heart literally jumps at those words.

“I love you,” he replies, pushing Junsu’s wet hair back as the other wrap his arms around Yunho’s waist.

Sunday mornings are meant for long walks at the break of sunrise. When it’s still chilly outside, enough to make your heart swell with loneliness.

Yunho loves holding hands with Junsu; loves to run his thumb over those knuckles to reassure that he’ll always be there.

Junsu is deep, he talks of family and sometimes another life. Yunho listens to him, carefully. and nods as if he understands.
Sometimes Junsu cries when he sees the sun rise.

Yunho does not ask why but instead whispers, “You’re beautiful,” then tucks away Junsu’s heart with another warm kiss.

[ficlet] mirotic

2008-09-24T03:33:21Z

Title: Mirotic
Pairings: Junsu/Seungri
Rating: NC-17
Genre: smut
Beta: a_knot ♥
A/N: for darknessgryphon who inspired me and applesu who said, "write it!" ♥
Summary: Seungri jerks off to Junsu in Mirotic MV.

Seungri would rather die than admit that DBSK’s new Mirotic MV is killing him. Last night Jiyong hyung made him confess that he was actually one of the many fans anticipating their comeback. Sure, he’s actually not that embarrassed about it because he’s been a Kim Junsu fan boy for a while. But this music video was finally sending him over the edge.

After dinner, he locks himself in his room and the video seduces him all over again. His eyes are quick to notice Junsu in leather pants and a clean wife beater, showing off his toned arms. And then he starts to dance.

Seungri whimpers at the sight, Junsu might as well be naked. He definitely knows how to dance; top flying to expose his chest as he moves across the floor.

“Fucking tease,” he glances at Junsu’s eyes, luring him in.

What is love? What! It's now meant by the Red Ocean

I'm breakin' my rules again, you know it's getting boring

Even if you're hurt a bit, it's okay.

Seungri leans back into his chair, legs spread apart. A moan escapes when he starts to palm his thighs and the hard on pressing against his pants. He tells himself ‘no’, but he really doesn’t have time to debate. With eyes still glued to the monitor, he begins to tuck a few fingers inside.

The magnae bites his lips, brows curving in light sweat. His heart beats rapidly from excitement and fear. Poor boy, almost chokes when he sees Junsu’s face again, this time fingers already curling around his erection.

A deep shade of blush decorates his face; images of Junsu’s lips around his cock invade his mind. Seungri is already pumping himself from the thought, thumb stroking over the swollen head a few times.

“Hah, ah…” his breathing comes hard as he continues to make out Junsu. His idol dances between green lasers, body curling erotically. The brimming pleasure makes him groan, he slides from the chair and onto the floor. He can’t, can’t look at Junsu like this anymore. Seungri swears he will come from watching him dance like that.

His arm rests on the seat of the chair, forehead leaning over it, and his other hand still stroking at a quick pace. Seungri had imagined sex with Junsu many times and how damn good it would have felt.

Like right now, Junsu’s hand is squeezing him tight. His organ is so hot and hard inside that palm.

“Junsu, Junsu…” he calls out in lust, quite lost in ecstasy.

But Junsu doesn’t respond, instead he just smiles whilst continuing to rub his length. “So good,” he hums deeply, tongue running across his lips. So fucking good. Seungri falls into deep bliss, pleasure rippling throughout his body and mind.

Something hot nestles inside his stomach and Seungri cries, “Junsu, I’m going to come.” His eyes are pleading the older man, wanton moans spilling from his lips as he fucks himself into Junsu’s hand.

Seungri tenses, and then lets everything go. His whole body shudders from the orgasm and he can feel his own seeds shooting hot streams onto his hand.

Mirotic is still on auto replay behind him.

[one shot] late at night

2008-08-21T21:46:53Z

Title: Late At Night
Pairings: Yunho/Yoochun
Rating: NC-17
Genre: angst, smut
A/N: inspired by this fanart; personal challenge between chromeheart, junsu_hyung, and i ♥.
Summary:

It’s late at night when Yoochun sneaks out of his room. Snuggle inside a large jacket, he carefully made his way over to the room across, each footstep pressing heavily into the dark carpet afraid to make any sounds.
Yunho’s room greets him in a warm scent of cologne and a tingling sensation he can’t describe.

“Yoochun?” a husky whisper calls and he smiles, crawling onto the bed. He makes his way on top of the figure already there, his arms wide and welcoming.

They kiss, slow and desperate as if gratifying more than desire, lust. “I miss you,” Yoochun admits, fingers curling into his lover’s hair.

“I miss you more,” Yunho replies, breath warm against his lips. “Stay a while, Chun,” he hugs the man. His arms gently folds around Yoochun’s slender waist, holding him close to his body, close to his heart.

For a second, Yoochun can feel his heart clench of something between want and can’t have, but he nods anyway. He strokes a few fingers down the dancer’s face, over the light scar a lot of people seemed to have missed. But not Yoochun, he’s known this man in details he can’t even describe, and yet when you ask him to, it comes out like natural instincts.

All the while, Yunho’s hands explore him. First raking down his sides and then under his shirt where the hot skin feels like a burn at the tip of Yunho’s fingers. “Can I?” his eyes consume Yoochun’s while his body aches.
Yoochun replies with a simple nod. His eyes travel down the leader’s body. He removes Yunho’s clothes in the dark, taking time to admire the soft skin and toned muscles. Then gets rid of his own pants quickly.

He attempts to take Yunho without preparation but being the caring leader he is, Yunho stops him. “Slow down baby, we got this, we got time,” he coaxes Yoochun, kneading the shaky thigh in his hand.

“We don’t,” Yoochun argues, “Yunho, mmff…” his voice muffles and is replaced by a low moan. Two of Yunho’s digits were already pushing its way into him, very slow and torturing. He swallows the lump at the base of his throat then let out a heavy sigh. His body curls down to Yunho’s taking in his body heat and smell.

“Please just fuck me,” another jagged breath follows, but Yunho ignores it and continues to scissor into him. After enough time, he helps Yoochun sit up and over his erection. At the first effort to guide his cock in, Yoochun clenches in discomfort.

They haven’t done this in a while. Every time he remembers their distant, it hurts. Yoochun didn’t have to, but he came to him anyway. It reminds Yunho of how fragile he really is beneath all the strong facades. “I— ”
“I want to,” Yoochun cuts in; his voice is low and deep, sinking into Yunho’s pounding heart. There’s something in his eyes again, so dark and intriguing.

Yoochun takes him in, steadily. Shaky moans spilling from his red lips. His eyes squeeze together, Yunho does the same.

They set a sturdy pace, smooth friction drawing both pleasure and pain. Their lips met again, this time more frantic, tongues dancing against each other. Each thrust has Yoochun groaning. Yunho’s aim is so perfect that it hits his soft spot every time he rolls his hips upwards, ripples of pleasure throughout their bodies.

He thumbs Yunho’s taunt nipples, pushing his shirt back while whimpering into their kiss. It’s hot, Yunho feels it in every thrust he makes, Yoochun’s tight walls clenching around him. So good, Gods. He moans slowly, trying to hold back his volume.

Yoochun breaks the kiss and focuses on riding Yunho, faster, and harder. He pants heavily, fingers digging into Yunho’s biceps.

The leader comes first, body twisting deeper into the mattress as he squeezes his hands on Yoochun’s thighs. His seeds spill inside, warm and wet. The younger man gasps and shudders as he feels a spark of heat coiling in his stomach, then he comes too, all over Yunho’s stomach.

After pulling out, Yunho hugs him but Yoochun pulls back mumbling quietly more to himself than the other, “I have to go back, I’m sorry.” He doesn’t even wait for his breathing to even out. Instead, he pulls his clothes back, slapping Yunho’s hand and confused expressions away.

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GAH haven't written smut in such a long time >______< ;; i'm so rusty xD

[one shot] hug

2008-08-14T09:26:40Z

Title: Hug
Pairings: Yunho/Junsu
Rating: PG
Genre: fluff
A/N: for hoshiko_malfoy ; bb you must understand this isn't the hosu fic i promised. i dunno what's wrong with me but i felt like hosu fluff. when i'm done with the other one, it's all for you too :3
Summary:

Yunho feels a little greedy today and wants to hug Junsu. It starts after breakfast, when he’s helping Jaejoong dry the dishes. His band mate grins at Yunho, handing him the plates one by one.
“Did you go shopping again?” he asks, eying Jaejoong weirdly.
“Yes!” the blonde admits with dreamy eyes, “I got new boots, after this I’m going to hug them.”
Not that he would judge his friend, but Yunho quickly dries his hands and leaves.

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Skipping down the hall excitedly, he wills himself to stop with the stupid grin before entering Junsu’s room. The younger man doesn’t bother to look up from his manga, but Yoochun does. He has, if possible, a bigger smile on his face as his hand rests contently above Junsu’s stomach. Yoochun’s legs are tangle into Junsu’s as they lay side by side on the bed.
“Oh it’s cool,” Yoochun continues to smile at him, “Just discussing some upcoming Yoosu gags,” he chuckles and leaves Junsu on the bed, catching Yunho’s disapprovingly glare before he slides out the door.
“That kid,” Yunho sighs, throwing a thumb back Micky’s direction, “Don’t let his charms get to you.”
By now, Junsu had set his manga down. He rolls his eyes, “Leadersshi, am I that easy?”
Grinning he begins to climb onto the bed. He caught a bony ankle in his fingers and pulls the younger man downwards. Junsu giggles, throwing his hands above his head when he feels Yunho’s limbs touching his body.
“I have a great idea,” Yunho offers, towering over the small frame, “Let’s go get some ice cream.”
“What are we, five?” Junsu pouts and squishes his lover’s face between his hands. The other closes his eyes with a small smile of appreciation, as if he’s savoring the moment. Junsu stays quiet and wishes he can kiss those full lips.
Yunho slowly opens his eyes a while later, taking in Junsu’s soft features. “Come with me,” he whispers, turning his head to press a kiss onto Junsu’s palm.

`
Junsu laughs as he tries to tuck a pair of emo glasses under Yunho's mane. “Your hair, it’s sticking out everywhere,” he mildly complains making Yunho pull him closer.
“And you look beautiful!” he wheezes out while fixing the beanie on Junsu’s head.
“Sap.”
“I love you too.”
They stare at each other, and then take one final look into the mirror, leaving the house with only a ‘going out, we’ll be back!’
Jaejoong acknowledges with ‘don’t be late for dinner’ and Changmin distantly whines for a present.
They take the bus. It’s draws less attention and allows them to feel what a typical life truly is. While Junsu stare out the window, Yunho rests on his shoulder. They often whisper to each other, small talks of old jokes and memories.

`
Yunho nearly drags Junsu into the ice cream store. “We’re here! We’re here!” he yells in the most adorable way possible. Junsu laughs, is this really their leader?
The door made a small jingle and pink walls greet them, everything looks cute and small.
“Hey guys! Can I get you anything?” a boy in his teen age smiles at them.
Taking a step closer, Yunho offers a beam before letting his eyes explore the various flavors and colors behind the glass. Junsu does the same, poking his fingers at this one and that.
After about 3 minutes, Yunho catches the boy’s eyes, “Can we get two Cappuccino Delights?”

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The day is warm and inviting. Even in the chilly weather the sun still shines its way through the clouds. Yunho watches Junsu licks his ice cream, his forgotten. Junsu’s warm, moist tongue darts out, swirls around the brown cold treat, and then retreats between his plump lips with a satisfying smile.
He leans over and catches Junsu’s lips in a smack and licks his afterwards.
“What?”
“Just tasting your ice cream.”
“Lies.”
“I don’t lie, it’s bad for your health. And it tastes like mine.”
“Dork.”
Yunho kisses him again, this time with more tongue. He licks at the sweet flavor before delving inside the warm cavern. Junsu’s eyes flutter close and he replies just as passionately. He even let it slip his mind that they were sitting in a public park. Yunho smiles into the kiss as his fingers draws patterns on Junsu’s warm back. Their touches gentle and slow.
Junsu lifts a hand and caresses Yunho’s face, finders sliding across his jaws, and gently pulls back from the kiss. Their eyes met in a tender gaze.
“If only we can go get ice cream every day,” Junsu admits.
“I’d love that too.”
Heaving a heavy sigh, the couple leans back onto the bench. Their fingers slide into each other's and Junsu asks, “Who are we Uknow Yunho?”
Yunho steals a glance and then copies Junsu by looking straight ahead, “We are Rising Gods of the East!”
Junsu mimics his smile, “Wrong. We are lovers enjoying our ice cream.”
“And kisses,” Yunho adds, kissing him again.
After many kisses, they decide to throw away the unfinished ice cream, for it has melted into a big mess. Yunho tosses his in then waits until after Junsu does to hug him. He hugs as he means it, arms tightly wrap around the man and head buried into his shoulders. His lover hugs him back. Their bodies inch closer to each other, warm and contented.
“I love how you smell,” Junsu says, taking in the affectionate aroma on Yunho’s skin.
Yunho presses a wet kiss on Junsu’s neck, “I love how you smell.”
And they stood in the embrace for a long long time. Both knowing so much about each other that things like I loves you will be just a quiet, mutual understanding.

[one shot] caravan fun

2008-07-22T21:37:57Z

Title: Caravan Fun
Pairings: Yoosu
Rating: NC-17
Summary: They have sex in a caravan during A Week Holiday shoot.
A/N: for carolzofbellz, written with help from applesu and neitoperhonen, thanks for sex ed on msn ;D

i am sorry but this fic was taken down due to personal reasons. i'll probably delete this entry if i don't want to put it back up.

NOTE: TO ALL MY PREVIOUS READERS PLEASE READ THIS ENTRY!!!

Your Move II - 8

2008-07-12T19:36:05Z

Title: Your Move II
Status: Ongoing
Pairings: Mainly Yunjae and Yoosu
Rating: PG13 to R, NC-17
Summary: The continuation of Your Move. Yoochun struggles to keep Junsu and finds there's a lot more about his lover that he doesn't understand. All the while a certain someone has laid eyes on Jaejoong causing Yunho to turn possessive and always suspicious. Trust begins to turn into questions and can possible break them up.

It must have felt like forever to Yoochun. A whole month flew by since that fateful day and nothing is like it seems anymore, at least to Yoochun. Since when? When had his Junsu become so mature, the boy had grown and bloomed into something that he can’t even recall. But he’s glad; taking Junsu’s hand in his he smiled gently at his lover, “I’ll be back, I promise.”

Junsu nodded, but in all truth he felt as if he’s letting go of Yoochun. Their hands slipped past each other when the elder turned away from him and walked further into the house. He saw it in Yoochun’s eyes, it was hurt, guilt, perhaps also regret. Junsu can never surrender to the word curiosity, and so with that in mind he quickly followed suit. “I’ll come with you,” he picked up his voice, so Yoochun smiled again and nodded.

A young nurse led the two of them upstairs to the room Boa was staying. It was a quiet walk, and Junsu was dying to know what’s on Yoochun’s mind. As soon as they reached her room, the young woman excused herself and let them alone at the door. Junsu noticed Yoochun took a breath before reaching for the handle and pushing the door forward.

She sat there alone, eyes aimlessly staring outside the window. Junsu felt speechless for a moment, eyes deliberately staring but no words came out of his mouth. Yoochun walked in and at that moment it felt like a world separated them. He approached Boa in small steps and carefully placed a hand on her chair. Turning, she looked up at him, expressionless.

Feet rooted to the floor, Junsu leaned by the door frame and continued to stare at him. Boa laid both of her hands on Yoochun’s chest, as if remembering the shot and Junsu almost hated that Yoochun replied with the same smile he did to him. His lover rested his hands over Boa’s and knelt down by her; Junsu couldn’t hear what they were saying for it seemed like they were whispering or mostly talking with their eyes instead.

Between words, he almost went crazy; he doesn’t want to hear it, nothing at all. However, as soon as he saw Boa’s cry, his heart sunk. He frowned, fingers squeezing the wood between his hands. She never blinked once, yet tears burnt down her cheeks, very slowly and it made him so sad. Why? Yoochun reaches up and thumbed away her tears as if he had forgotten Junsu was also there.

“I’m sorry,” he heard Yoochun whispered lightly to her.

She sniffed, “I love you, Yoochun ah. Please don’t hate me.”

“Of course not,” he replied, taking his hands back, “I’ll never be able to hate you. You were the first person to understand me and accepted me as an orphan. We practically grew up together…” Yoochun added sadly.

“It doesn’t matter,” more tears fluttered and fell from her eyes, “I couldn’t hold on to you,” Boa palmed her lips and cried harder, “You’re too far to reach now.”

He sighed and clutched her hands tightly into his, “I’m always here Boa, you’ll always be my best friend. No matter what.”

Her eyes studied him before averting to the floor, “Thank you,” she muttered. “I think you should leave now.”

Yoochun stared for a few more seconds and then nodded. Very slowly, he got up to his feet and walked towards Junsu. The boy crying quietly to himself. He closed the door and wrapped the younger male into his arms, “What to do? Our little Junsu is crying again.”

Junsu sniffled and grabbed Yoochun’s shirt into his fists, his head hiding into the other’s chest. They stayed still for a while before Yoochun pushed Junsu back gently and pressed his lips against his.

He wanted to hold back but he just couldn’t, all the emotions flowing through him right now he couldn’t define all of them. Yoochun slowly asked for access to that sweet cavern, thus Junsu allowed him. Junsu closed his eyes and kissed Yoochun harder, passionately, the other replied with equal enthusiasm. “Love you Junsu, so much,” he whispered against his lips when they pulled apart. The elder buried his head between the crook of Junsu’s neck and right then he could tell that Yoochun is crying too. His hot tears somberly slipping to his flesh.

Yunho and Jaejoong scuffled around the airport for hours. The exciting hyung was nervous to see his brother, Yunho could tell. He was about to pull him over and tell him to relax when the intercom announced the flight had landed. Jaejoong’s eyes sparked and he pulled Yunho over instead. “Did you hear that?” he asked, “They’re here! Oh my fucking god! They’re here!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Yunho nodded as Jaejoong dragged him to the entrance to wait for Junsu. He poked his head here and there on the lookout for his brother but saw nothing except for strangers spilling into the airport. He glanced at the section number to make sure he was in the right one. A5, he was right.

“Hyung!” Junsu’s voice spilled over his thoughts.

“Junsu!” Yunho shouted before him when they approached.

“Look at you,” Jaejoong ignored the other two and tossed his arms around Junsu, “Did you learn a bunch of English? Did you get into fights?”

“Hahaha,” Junsu chuckled hugging his brother back, “You should worry about yourself. I’m smarter than that.”

“Oh gosh,” Jaejoong let out another heavy sigh and squeezed Junsu tighter.

Yunho and Yoochun politely exchanged greetings and handshakes.

Turns out Jaejoong and Yunho came to Yoochun’s house to help the maids cleaned up. They drove them home and even bough groceries for them.

“Eat!” Jaejoong shoved the take out in front of Junsu and Yoochun.

“Hyung,” Junsu threw a face, “We ate in the plane already.”

“Hush,” he sneered, “How can you be filled and healthy with those crappy meals?”

Yunho laughed and grabbed him back, “Come on Jae, relax.”

Jaejoong sat back down to the couch, next to his lover. “Junsu, Yoochun, you guys will have to go greet Appa tomorrow.”

Yoochun turned to Junsu, checking his expression. As predicted the other grew nervous.

“You can’t hold it off forever,” Yunho mentioned, “You might as well do it now.”

“He already knows you two were arriving tonight, get some rest and go see him tomorrow.” Jaejoong said, “Junsu ah, you know Appa loves you the best.”

Junsu was silent, eyes wandering about as if thinking very hard.

“Come on Jaejoong, let’s let them rest. It’s been a long flight,” Yunho suggested and grabbed onto his arm.

“Fine, I’ll call you,” he said, mostly to Junsu and smiled at Yoochun, “Take care of him.”

Yoochun’s hand ran down his lover’s body, explore all the curves there is to Junsu. All the while, Junsu’s slender fingers were busily curled inside Yoochun’s locks. “Ahh,” he moaned breathily between the gaps of their lips but before he took a satisfying breath Yoochun was already on his lips again.

“I miss you,” he whispered into Junsu’s lips then licks at the plump sweetness.

“Chunnie,” Junsu whined, using his pet name when Yoochun’s hand slipped inside his shirt, caressing the hot skin under.

“So, have you decided where you’re going to sleep tonight?” he teased and pecked his lips a few more times.

“Have you?” Junsu let his hands followed Yoochun’s and smiled into the kiss.

The elder smiled back, “With you.”

“So tempting…” his forefinger traced the elder’s chest.

“Actually,” he smirked, “When was the last time we slept on the couch?”

He gasped, wide eyed, “I bet it’s morning over there, let’s call Changmin; I miss him already,” Junsu broke the kiss and hopped of his lover’s lap, then scurried down the hall; his distinct laugh echoing through the path.

“Yah!” Yoochun shouted and ran after him, “I’m going to kill you Kim Junsu!”

Yunho tried to open the bathroom door, but it was locked. Usually they never lock the bathroom. He was about to knock when he heard Jaejoong’s voice from inside.

“You said it was the last time!”

His brows curved and he leaned in closer to hear. Sure enough, Jaejoong was talking on the phone.

“I can’t go tomorrow. I’m not going.”

There was silence for a few seconds, then Jaejoong spoke up again.

“No! Meet me at the café tomorrow.”

“I’ll be there.”

As soon as Jaejoong ended the call, Yunho stepped away and into the bedroom. Mind filled with suspicious thoughts, he decided he was going to have to follow Jaejoong tomorrow.

a/n: sorry for another long wait, i had the biggest block. susgirl helped me with this chapter; thanks bb. and....umm shameless advertising but join my new graphics comm for dbsk goods :D
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crack edit: doushite have i fallen for you?

2008-07-09T23:06:42Z

pv downloaded from standumbrella, as soon as i saw this pv on youtube i knew i had to have it. why? because the part when he started throwing petals at her, and his face, omfg...

thanks for viewing, be happy & bye ^^

Your Move II - 7

2008-07-04T20:23:48Z

The soft music blended into the background lightly. A warm and quiet atmosphere engulfed because and the gentle aroma of coffee lingers in the air. The café wasn’t crowded today, Jaejoong noted and busied himself by studying around the room. He straightened up and adjusted his eyes to stare at the man across from him. A playful smile tugged at the corner of Kangin’s lips as he gazed at Jaejoong intensively.

“Does Yunho know?”

“That’s none of your business,” Jaejoong replied calmly, “Just leave me alone from now on.”

Kangin laughed, just a little, “You didn’t tell him yet, did you?” his voice grew darker, tone coated with threat.

Rendered speechless, Jaejoong struggled harder with himself to stay collected because Kangin obviously knew. “So what if I didn’t tell him?” he felt his voice trembled.

“You don’t want him to know,” it was as if this guy can read his mind, no—he is reading his mind.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jaejoong shifted a bit in his own seat, eyes wandering away.

“That afraid?” Before he knew it, the other’s fingers were crawling on his jaws. Jaejoong gave him a disgusted face and yanked if off.

“Listen you sick fuck,” he whispered angrily as he threw Kangin’s hand back, “You’re lucky I decided to let what happened the other night go. I will personally kill you if you don’t leave me the fuck alone.”

“Is that a threat?” Kangin leaned back onto his chair, he raised one of his eye brows and asked. “Because I’m not afraid. I’ll welcome you anytime.”

The blonde gritted his teeth, “There won’t be a next time!”

“Tell you what…” the other model leaned forward, eyes still focused on Jaejoong, “How about I do you a favor and tell Yunho myself?”

Jaejoong could have sworn his heart almost skipped a beat but he wryly replied, “If you want to die.”

Kangin ran a hand through his hair, and then reached to unfold his sunglasses. “We’ll see now, won’t we?” he stated firmly as he adjusts the shades and got up to leave. Jaejoong felt his heart beat up in fear and unconsciously he grabbed for Kangin’s hand before he walked past him.

“What do you want?” Jaejoong asked, not looking up and Kangin’s smirk grew a little more dangerous.

Changmin’s hand lifted and straightened out, he closed his eyes and followed Junsu. His hyung did not turn around so he quickly swat down, very hard at the joint of his neck and shoulder.

“Ow! What the hell Changmin?” An angry Junsu turned around and glared at him, his voice demanding a reasonable explanation.

“Sorry!” he apologized, “I thought it would work like in the movies.”

Junsu rubbed his necked and winced, “What the f—”

A loud ringing sound interrupted him, it was their phone. He rolled his eyes when Changmin ran over to get it. “It’s from the hospital,” he heard the younger male muttered and took the call. Junsu stood there dumbfounded, but thinking about Yoochun’s conditions weakened him. He frowned; even though Yoochun isn’t here, he still managed to pull his heart back.

A while later Changmin turned to him, wide-eyed and parted lips, “Junsu, it’s Yoochun. He stopped breathing!”

“What?” Junsu almost shouted because he was insanely flustered. No, God please. No. After a few seconds he can’t help his own body from shaking in fright. Yoochun is leaving him, he really is leaving.

“We have to get to the hospital, right now.” Chagmin’s words floated somewhere passed his ears.

About 20 minutes later they arrived at the hospital, Junsu having a panic attack. “Where is he doctor?” he raised his voice as he grabbed a random physician walking by.

“What?”

“Come on Junsu,” Changmin broke their contact and pulled him away, apologizing in the process.

As if recalling, Junsu quickly dashed down the quiet hall of the hospital to Yoochun’s room. He ran as if running for dear life and felt that his heart was about to burst open. Junsu’s brains flashed with incoherent thoughts. If anything were to happen to Yoochun, Junsu would never forgive himself.
Once he reached the room he nearly slammed the door open, the loud ‘bang’ caused the nurse attending Yoochun to look up in puzzlement. Junsu breathed harshly, eyes wide as they came in contact with a smiling Yoochun.

“Oh, look, he’s okay after all…” Changmin whispered next to him, very lightly and Junsu made a promise to himself to beat the kid up later. Fucking liar.

The nurse excused herself when she saw Yoochun smiling at Junsu. “Yoochun ah, don’t let them bug you too long,” she smiled, “You still need a lot of rest.”

Junsu pouted at the passing woman then stared at his lover. His heart suddenly ached, Yoochun, he had missed the man so much. And there he was, a gentle smile and opened arms. “Junsu ah, you’re okay.”

Changmin sighed and pushed Junsu into the room, sometimes the man is just so stupid. But maybe he just needed that momentum to get the rest flowing. He then settled into a seat besides the wall.

“Idiot,” Junsu said with a frown, inside Yoochun’s embrace, “Look at yourself, why the hell are you worried about me for?”

Yoochun ignored that and pulled Junsu’s body closer. Everything was so soft and warm, plus Junsu’s familiar essence filled up his mind. “I missed you,” he placed a quick onto Junsu’s lips, “I had the weirdest dream. You were going to leave me,” he dropped his head to rest onto Junsu’s forearm, “It scared me so I woke up.”

If Changmin didn’t snicker at the moment Junsu could hear his own heart break. He traced Yoochun’s soft jaws with his fingers, “I’m not going anywhere,” he glared over Changmin with a mischievous smile, “So, you have to get better, because I miss having sex. That thing you did to my nipples—”

“Yeah okay!” the youngest stood up, “You’re fucking sick, hurry up you big sap. We’ll be kicked out of here soon.”

Yoochun laughed and lifted his head to kiss Junsu.

“Where were you?” Jaejoong heard Yunho’s solid voice as soon as he stepped into the door.

“I was visiting my Appa,” he quickly lied, Jaejoong had already formed a web of lies in his head on the way home.

“Why didn’t you take me?” Yunho smiled and walked over to him.

Removing his shoes, Jaejoong met his gaze, “I’m sorry, it’s just you were sleeping so peacefully, I didn’t want to wake you up.” He leaned against the wall, legs felt loose like water and everything aches so badly. Yunho stood in front of him and attempted for a hug but Jaejoong quickly pushed him back, keeping a distant between them. “What are you doing?” he smiled, “You smell gross, go take a shower.”

“Come take one with me,” Yunho laughed and tugged at his hand suggestively.

“No,” he whined, “I already took one.”

“Woah,” Yunho pulled his hand till Jaejoong fell into his chest, “You went to see your father with these?” Yunho’s hand sketched along the red marks at his neck. “And look at your swollen lips, so disrespectful,” he joked and pulled the blonde’s face up for a kiss. Even though they just did it, who can exactly resist Jaejoong when he looks like that.

“Don’t!” his lover palmed his mouth, “I’m very dirty, let’s take that shower.”

Junsu received a call two days later informing Boa’s situation. It was said that she had refused to remember anything that had happened and doctors had reasons to believe she had lost her sanity. While going under precise check ups she will be watched with strict security. He frowned at the thought and promised to meet up with her father for a talk.

The servant had greeted him kindly and led him inside the huge mansion. The last time he remembered walking inside something as big was back in Korea. “Mr. Kwon,” she said as they reached the living room, “Kim Junsu is here.”

And old man, about the age of his father stood up and excused the servant. Junsu smiled warmly at him, eyes studying his deep wrinkles and remembered his own dad. “How are you?” They shook hands.

“Good sir, and you?”

The two sat down across from each other, tea in front of them, “Things have been rocky, I’m pretty sure you know what I mean.”

Junsu nodded, “I’m very sorry to hear about Boa.”

Mr. Kwon covered his face and leaned onto his knees, he stayed still for a few seconds before meeting Junsu’s eyes with his bloodshot ones, “Junsu I beg you, this whole law enforcement ordeal, I’m not sure Boa can take it anymore.”

At first he was confused but soon realized what Boa’s father was trying to say. “Life is about forgiving right? Just one word from you and they’ll drop the case.”

“O—of course, I never intended to push Boa any further,” Junsu defended but at the same time felt sorry for the guy. “I…I”

“Thank you Junsu,” the old man smiled at him, “I’ve covered your hospital bills and arranged for you three to go back to Korea.”

“What?” Junsu was bewildered, yes he felt sorry but that doesn’t mean the man can suddenly control his life, “Look,” he chuckled sarcastically, “Yoochun likes it over here, you can’t possible just move us and we’ll follow.”

“Talk it over with him,” Mr. Kwon stated, “I’m sure you’ve been missing Korea.

Two weeks later Junsu visited Yoochun alone. He was watching T.V. with a bored expression when Junsu walked in. “Hey you,” he smiled as a greeting and set the bags of fruit on the table before allowing himself to sit on the edge of Yoochun’s bed. The elder grabbed for his waist as soon as he was settled and pulled him in.

“Kim Junsu you are an evil man, I’m about to die in here,” Yoochun bit his ear lope.

“Oh really,” he closed his eyes, lips parted as his breath hitched, “I thought you were having so much fun with your nurses; I’d be a horrible person to come and bother you.”

“I bet…” he suckled gently as Junsu bit his lips, “The nurses will have even more fun watching us.” Damn, Yoochun was using his bedroom voice. Oh God, is this really an injured person beside him?

“Tempting,” Junsu choked out, “But I came here to talk today, seriously.”

Yoochun pulled back and licked his lips, “What?” he still had a cheesy smile plastered across his face.

“Boa went crazy,” he said, “And her dad pleaded me to drop the case and go back to Korea.”

“What?” It was almost too much to handle at the moment. Junsu was talking way too fast. “What happened to Boa?”

Junsu let out a heavy sigh, “I’m sorry Yoochun, everything is just so complicated. I don’t know how things turned out they way they did. I’m really confused myself, but when he mentioned about Korea I suddenly remembered my family.” Junsu’s stared at him, eyes trembling.

Yoochun placed his hand over Junsu’s head and pushed it into his chest, “Silly, if you wanted to go back you can just say so.”

“What about Boa?”

“If you don’t mind,” Yoochun whispered, “I’d like to go visit her.” He felt Junsu nodded, silent.

“What’s wrong with you?” Yunho complained, “Kangin calls and you stumbled to pick up the phone like you’re his bitch.”

“Shut up,” Jaejoong wiped his wet lips leaving Yunho harden member throbbing red, “H—hello?”

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you’re cheating on me,” Jaejoong eyes almost popped out of his head at Yunho’s words.

“Babo,” he laughed, nervously, “I’ll be right back,” Jaejoong stepped into his boxers and out of the room.

“Hey Junsu,” Yoochun nudged him, “To tell the truth, I really miss…you know? Doing it like you said,” he mumbled and Junsu looked up at him, a brow raised. “Wh..what? It’s normal to feel horny sometimes.”

“No,” Junsu backed away, “I’m not going to fuck you in the hospital.”

“Please Junsu, a blow job, just once,” Yoochun begged.

“Noooo…” Junsu hissed at him fighting for his hand as Yoochun tugged at it.

“Fine, hand job, real quick,” he said pressing Junsu’s hand over his rock solid member.

Junsu made and face and attempted to pull back, “Ew, do it yourself pervert!”

“Oh yes, right there baby,” Yoochun’s head fell back and moaned. Junsu rolled his eyes and gave in.

A/N: Hey, sorry I haven't updated in like forever xD Forgive me? :D I adore you guys for all the loving support though, I keep feeling guilty so this morning I made myself type this out before going to breakfast. lol.

2 Drabbles; Forever Theme

2008-07-01T23:22:17Z

Eyes For Him ; Minsu ; PG - for susgirl
thank you for all the encouragement!

Eyes for him.

Stare.

His whole body demands it and you can only obey; gaze longingly like a lovesick puppy.

Attraction.

It pulls you and you can only follow; attach like you can’t resist its force. The way he licks his lips sensually had lights flashing at the back of your head. His tongue darts out to moisten the dry, plump lips and you forget to breathe.

I’m not forever, you know I’m not.

He once said, but it didn’t matter to you.

I don’t need forever, I only need right now.

You don’t exactly remember how the two of you end up kissing in the bathroom. Your lips against his; your breaths coming out only as short gasps. Slim fingers dance along your spine making you curl up to him. The searing heat did not spare you, it only eats you up like the guilt you feel at the pit of your stomach.

Breathe.

He says, but it almost sounds like relax. His eyes are telling you this is wrong, you should—he shouldn’t—we—

No. We don’t have much time.

You reminded. It’s not forever remember? It’s right now. Once they go back outside they will become Kim Junsu and Shim Changmin.

Just this time.

You promise, tears lingering the brims of your eyes because you love him so much.

Junsu please, we can’t—I’m sorry. This is so wrong.

Why? Because you’re getting married to my sister?

You’re angry and he can tell but it doesn’t stop him from pushing you. Gently, he pulls your fingers away. A painful expression danced on his face, so agonizing that it’s suffocating. Your eyes meet; he forces a small smile as he reaches up to fix your tie, as if another way to dry your tears.

Go, get back to the party.

His soft voice encourages bitterly, barely audible and you wish it was something else like I love you instead.

And just before you leave, you remember stealing one last gaze. You know your heart will never change and that you will always have eyes for him. Such a sad person and more of a lonely man, but then again you’re no different.

Forever ; Yunjae ; PG - for hyungie
naza said i should write of yunjae and forever...

His name is Jung Yunho, vice president of The Human Natural Resources and you are Kim Jaejoong, a host at a simple bar. A world sets you two apart. You barely know anything about him and doubt he really notices you. But you see him there often, a lonely soul drinking away his miseries till very late into the night.

It’s not like you don’t already know, he’s in control. The man leaves you breathless like a devil stealing your soul. You know you’re playing with fire the first moment you laid eyes on him. Finding a word substantial enough to say was hard, so you let your actions speak for your heart.

His lips, his breath, and no words. Warmth surrounds the both of you as your lips brush against each other. Soft, barely touching and light as a feather until he decides to initiate the intimacy by delving inside your open mouth. You follow his lead, eyes flutter and close but you still can’t take this, can’t believe you’re kissing him. He’s also kissing you, like he really means it. And so you let your knees fall, though you’ve always hated being weak. It’s okay, really, because he’s got you. Safe and secure inside the tenderness of his arms.

So, for once in your life you let yourself fall. As deep as the depths of the ocean and maybe far as time. It doesn’t matter, right? But you know it has to end. Nothing is forever, feelings fade and people change. You weren’t born to make the decisions and soon you’ll realize once again that they are not your way.

“Do you know how many men I’ve kissed before you?” you ask, a mocking smile plays slightly and tugging the corner of your lips. Perhaps you feel guilty, or maybe it was hurt, but no one was to blame besides yourself.

“And out of them, how many of those men did you like?” he teases back, still holding onto you.

“I’m a host,” you let your slender finger slide down his exposed chest, skin hot and flawless. “You know to me that’s not a relevant question.”

He grabs your chin between his fingers, with a slight touch of pressure, “Babe,” his whisper is hot against your ears, eyes roaming to study your face for a second, “Everyone has a choice, no matter what paths are set before them, in the end it’s always their option where to go.”

For a minute you think he understands you. He’s the first person to ever tell you so sincerely though his words are breaking you apart. Smiling, you kiss him again. It was short and full of passion, more than you could ever give any man. “Do you believe in forever?” he asks, once you pull apart.

You laugh, very lightly, “Nothing’s forever.”

“Here,” he tugs at your wrist, delicate inside his palm, “I’ll prove it to you.”

Your Move II - 6

2008-06-13T06:23:55Z

“Ah! Harder…please,” Another moan spilled from Jaejoong’s parted lips as he tipped his head back and Yunho leaned up to swallow his words with a bruising kiss. He couldn’t recall the last time Jaejoong was ever so aggressive. Grinding his hips out of rhythm, Yunho felt he had lost his mind. Yet his lover kept pleading him for more, to thrust deeper, harder, and faster.

The smaller male under him writhed, his legs wrapped around Yunho’s waist tightly while tears moist the brim of his eyes. It was as if Jaejoong is in pain, but he wanted more. Yunho yearned to continue but as soon as he saw tears falling from Jaejoong’s shut eyes, he knew he would hate himself later if he doesn’t stop, if he chose to be ignorant now.

They’ve done this countless of times but every time he pounded back inside Jaejoong, he felt his own heart breaking. Yunho almost hated himself when he slowed down and stopped all together. Jaejoong, glistened in sweat and tears whined and propped himself on his elbows. Large, wet eyes stared back at Yunho and sent shivers down his spine, for he felt lost between the darkness of those pupils.

“Why did you stop?” heavy panting fell from his swollen lips, and his voice was barely audible.

Yunho, almost speechless sat back ignoring his throbbing member. “Jaejoong ah,” he called in a gentle voice and the blonde crawled to him. Instantly, Yunho reached out and cradled Jaejoong’s face between his palms and thumbed away the tears falling. “What’s wrong baby?”

Warm, slender fingers cupped over his, still on the pale face, “Nothing,” he whispered.

“Don’t lie to me,” Yunho murmured back, lost inside Jaejoong’s eyes, “Am I hurting you?”

“What?” Jaejoong almost laughed, but it was twisted and Yunho can almost make out the hurt in his tone. “You’re not hurting me,” he dipped his head to kiss Yunho. Their tongues were slick against each other, wet and hot. Jaejoong moaned and wrapped his arms around Yunho’s broad shoulders. “Please love me Yunho,” he mouthed. Slowly, Jaejoong lowered himself over Yunho’s erection, swallowing him whole, “Don’t stop, make me go crazy, make me forget,” he begged, trailing his lips down Yunho’s sharp jaws then lean collar. His tongue hastily lapped the skin, and Yunho was slowly undone.

Being buried so deep inside a warmth he never wants to leave, Yunho can’t help but let his hands crawled on Jaejoong’s body, hands palmed his waist to steady his lover as he thrust into him. They’re skin against skin, lips on fire blazing every piece of flesh in contact, and fingers bruising into each other.

Jaejoong had his knees on both sides of Yunho, he curled himself and pushed forward wanting to go crazy. He can hear the other whimpered into his neck, stuff he thought he doesn’t deserve to hear. I’m loving you. I love you. His weeping cock is trapped and stroked between their abdomens. Wanton groans at the tip of his tongue, Yunho was finally hitting his core. The elder pulled Jaejoong’s body closer and caressed his sweet spot over and over each time he dived in sending ripples of pleasure through Jaejoong’s body.

Not only that, but it’s also making Jaejoong feel guilty and he’s afraid that he doesn’t deserve it. Why can’t Yunho just hurt him?

He clenched around Yunho and hugged him as he felt a warm feeling coiled at the pit of his stomach; he wanted to feel his body. Jaejoong cried as Yunho continued to pound deep inside him. The last thing he can recall before losing it are Yunho’s lips against his skin. White lights flashed somewhere in the back of his head and the pleasure made him shuddered violently. The other followed, low, throaty groan draw from his lips when they fell over, Yunho on top, riding out their orgasm.

As their breaths evened out, Jaejoong slipped away from Yunho, who seemed to have been worn out. Perhaps it’s not just sex, Jaejoong laughed mentally at himself, of course not. While Yunho was busy working, he was fucking another man. An annoying vibration woke him from his trance, Jaejoong quickly grabbed for his phone afraid it might wake the other. His heart almost stopped when he realized Kangin was calling. What to do? Pick up? What will he have to say?

He eyed his sleeping lover before accepting the call, “What do you want?”

After he had scrubbed himself about a hundred times, Jaejoong dressed lightly in t-shirt and jeans. He was upset because he still felt dirty. Carefully, he inched at the edge of the bed and gazed at Yunho. His eyes softened as he stroked his wet hair back, “I’m sorry,” he leaned down and whispered against his lips in a light kiss.

The blonde frowned when he made it to the kitchen. He looked past the table that Yunho had set earlier, sadly, wanting to draw his eyes back as soon as he passed it. He was going crazy. Not wanting to feel guilt eat him even more, Jaejoong strode swiftly to the door and left.

A sense of remorse and depression sparkled inside Junsu’s eyes. He clutched Yoochun’s hand gently and stared at his sleeping face. His once sharp features were at rest, expression soft and relaxed. The oxygen mask covered his face and at times Junsu felt scared that he wasn’t breathing.

It’s all my fault. Junsu thought as his mind ran with memories of before. It was truly giving him a headache to think about all these things. Knitting his brows, he lifted Yoochun’s hand up and pressed his lips over the elder’s knuckles, very gently as his eyes closed in surrender to the feelings.

“Do you know that Yoochun is an orphan?”

“Selfish thing you are. He loved me, Junsu, he promised me a future together. We were engaged before you even showed up. You’re the third wheel.”

“You don’t know anything about Yoochun, what he wants to be and where he came from. You only care that he paid attention to you.”

Hurt tenderly beat and fused with his heartbeats, causing Junsu to bite his lips to suppress the pain. Carefully, he leaned toward the bed and released a sigh of frustration. Blinking his eyes opened, Junsu parted his lips and asked in a small voice, “Am I being selfish?”

He frowned seeing Yoochun lifeless; not that he expected an answer anyway. “Aish!” he let go of his hand and stood up, “I can’t do this!”

Junsu clenched his teeth and gave Yoochun one last, longing stare then exited the room.

“How—”

“Come on Changmin ah, let’s go home!” he quickly pulled the younger male with him, even before he can open his mouth any further and protest.

“Wait! What about Yoochun?”

“Visiting time’s over,” he snapped.

“Don’t tell me you’re packing to stay overnight in the hospital?” Changmin leaned against the door, a towel cascaded over his wet hair.

Junsu didn’t answer but continued to throw stuff into his suitcase.

His cousin rolled his eyes, “They’re not a hotel Junsu ah.”

He sighed at Changmin, their eyes finally meeting, “I’m not going to the hospital.” He looked down and struggled with the zipper. “I can’t stay here and be a burden to Yoochun anymore.”

“What the hell am I then?” Changmin protested.

“You’re different,” Junsu said.

“Are you being serious?”

He looked at his cousin again, a sarcastic expression flashed across his face, “Come on Changmin, after all that’s happened? How do you expect me to stay?”

“Aigoo,” the taller male stepped into his room and yanked Junsu up from the ground, “Are you stupid? Yoochun just risked his life for you and all you can think of now is running away?”

“I’m not running away!” Junsu grunted and jerked his arms back from Changmin’s strong grip.

“Don’t you love him? Why are you doing this to him?” he grabbed onto Junsu’s shoulders this time. “You really are stupid!” he shook the other. “When he wakes up, the first one he’s going to want to see is you. I can’t believe you’re such a heartless person.”

“If you love him so much why don’t you go see him then?” Junsu shoved at his cousin.

“Wha—what kind of nonsense is that?”

Junsu rolled his eyes and blew out all the frustration from his lips. He tore his eyes away and began to drag on his suitcase, “Move,” he demanded and Changmin lifted a brow.

His eyes followed Junsu’s struggling body as he passed him and out of the door, “Fine, leave. But don’t regret it when my love touch Yoochun and he changed his mind to get with me instead.”

Junsu paused, back facing Changmin as his eyes scattered. However, it was only for a few seconds. Determined, he dragged his luggage and kept on walking.

A/N: Woah, another chapter done (: How was it? Note that Jaejoong is NOT running away, he's meeting up with Kangin. ^^ And I just want to say thanks to everyone that was sticking up for me and encouraging with the anti_yoosu incident. She apologized to salgu and deleted both of her accounts already. Thank you much for all the support, *smooches all*

Your Move II - 5

2008-06-11T03:38:15Z

Bright lights raged into Jaejoong’s vision as soon as he fluttered his eyelids. Both his head and body felt heavy with pain. Suddenly his eyes widened and memories from last night flooded into his brains. The blonde jerked up and gasped, realizing he was fully naked and another man draped against him. Finding it suddenly difficult to breathe, his eyes scanned around the room and then back at Kangin. The other shifted and lifted his eyes open slowly. As soon as he saw Jaejoong, a smile crept onto his lips.

The blonde furrowed his brows, lips thinning out in disgust, “Get out.”

“Jae—”

“Get the fuck out!!!” he shouted, face burnt red and eyes fuming with frustration.

Kangin slowly rolled over onto his back and sighed. Maybe now wouldn’t be a good time to talk to Jaejoong, he should try again later. Even though this is his room, he decided to take a walk anyway. Looking back he saw Jaejoong had already plopped back down, the sheets covering his body and face. He's avoiding Kangin, but they still have to finish up the shoot. He can't hide forever.

Under the covers the young male trembled faintly, terrified with himself and what had happened. Yunho’s face and last night’s events kept replaying over and over again in his head. Jaejoong was angry with himself for trusting that bastard. He should have listened to Yunho…Yunho…he bit his lips and tried his best to stay calm.

After some time the blonde got up and tossed the blankets aside. He practically jumped into his shorts and dashed over to his room next door. Quickly he headed toward the nightstand and fumbled with the cell phone still charging. His shaky fingers pressed onto the speed dial for Yunho.

“Hello?”

Still shaking, Jaejoong sunk down against his bed and curled up into a ball, “Yunho ah…” his voice came out as barely a whisper.

“Jaejoong, what’s wrong?” he immediately recognize the fear in his tone.

“Yunho, I don’t want to do this photo shoot anymore.” I’ve been fucking humiliated. I’ve slept with another man. You were right, Yunho. “Come get me okay?”

“What? How come?”

“Please, Yunho ah…come get me right now.”

Changmin waited patiently for the doctor to come out. They’ve been at it for two hours inside the emergency room that he can’t see into. He palmed his face and sleepy eyes in the progress. Feeling really torn at the moment for both Yoochun and Junsu, Changmin can’t help but pray for the best.

“Changmin shii,” an old man called gently and he instantaneously knew it was the doctor in charge of Junsu from before, Dr. Lee.

He spun around and knitted his brows together, “How is he doctor?”

“He’s pretty beat up and he has gastroenteritis, a stomach flu. It’d be best if we can keep him here for another day to run some tests.” The old man said as he adjusted his glasses.

“Gastroenteritis…” Changmin mumbled to himself and drew his eyes upwards and thought for a few seconds.

“Well yeah, he’s been vomiting and feeling sick,” Dr. Lee let a sigh escape from his lips, “After we confirm everything he’d have to go on a strict diet and rest a lot.”

“I want to—”

“Ask about Yoochun?” the doctor smiled warmly, “He’s going to be okay, don’t worry Changmin.” The man walked up to him, softly giving him a pat as if to ease Changmin from being too worried. “Why don’t you go home and take a long nap?" he suggested, "You need it young man. Junsu will be in H203 and Yoochun downstairs in the emergency center. We’ll have you updated very soon.”

He bowed gratefully before the man walked past him, concern still on his face.

As told Yunho wrapped up his work and instead of returning to Korea he ordered a ticket straight to Phuket, Thailand. Even if the constant plane ride is killing him, Yunho is more anxious to see Jaejoong. Something about his voice kept coming back to taunt Yunho’s mind and it made him worried sick. Call him protective but Yunho felt as a committed lover he should take note of which hotel and the room Jaejoong is staying at. He even tried to get Kangta on the phone to explain to the taxi driver where he was trying to go.

On the other hand, Jaejoong packed. He locked himself inside his room and ignored any calls unless they were from Yunho. At the moment he doesn’t care if loses his job or his reputation. What he needed desperately is to be held by Yunho, to be able to feel him in blood and flesh again. He hoped that it would fix everything.

The model sunk besides his bed yet again, phone in between his hands, and face buried into his knees. Waiting, waiting for Yunho to come take him home. He didn’t know how long he had been there, until his head hurts and until the brim of his eyes heat up in tears. He’s been thinking hard, about how Yunho will take things if he finds out. What can he possible do? Hide it?

Looking at the door again, he frowned. Kangin and the staffs were still out there. The obnoxious knocking and begging have stopped but they were still discussing stuff he couldn’t hear.

“Jaejoong ah!” A familiar voice called, followed by a knock.

His heart dropped and he quickly grabbed his bag. Jaejoong pulled himself up and ran to the door. “Yunho!” he responded as soon as he opened the door. The man stood there with a stern look, eyes questioning.

Jaejoong ignored it though, and ignored Kangin and the crew. Instead he grabbed for his lover’s hand and quietly muttered, “Let’s go home.”

Yunho apologize to the people surrounding them and led Jaejoong out.

The atmosphere was too warm. Everything felt like heaven and it was too hard to believe that it could be true. At least that’s what Junsu thought when he groaned upon waking up.

“Hyung!”

“Changmin?” the younger helped him sat up and bundled some pillows to prop his back. “Where’s Yoochun?”

“Tsk,” Changmin hissed at him half heartedly, “You don’t even have enough strength to talk, much less worry about Yoochun.”

One of his hand was tucked into Changmin’s while his vision focused around the room, “Come on,” Junsu mumbled taking in his surrounding, “Is Yoochun okay?”

“He’s okay Junsu ah, we can’t visit him at the moment though. He’ll be transferred out in a few hours.” Changmin said and gave his hand a squeeze of assurance.

“I want to get out of here and see Yoochun,” he made an attempt to move from the bed only to be held back by the taller male.

“You can’t yet,” the other said with a strict voice, “You, shorty, are a very sick person.”

He chuckled, “I know I’ve been pretty banged up, but I’m not handicapped.”

Changmin frowned at him, “You have the stomach flu, you might as well use this time to get better before Yoochun finds out and scold you.”

“What the hell? I’ve never heard of it.”

“Just stay still okay? Besides you won’t be able to see Yoochun right now.”

He pouted, everything is still fuzzy to his mind. In fact, Junsu doesn’t even remember when he had fainted. The only thing that stayed vivid was Yoochun’s eyes, staring desperately at him when he took the bullet, as if trying to tell him something...but couldn't. He palmed his temples in slow circles as images of Boa crawled back onto his mind.

Whistling as he sanitized the kitchen and set up the Chinese take out, Yunho made a mental note to buy more food for their fridge. He’s aware Jaejoong rather the two of them squish together on the couch and eat, but Yunho thought once in a while dinner at the table would be nice. He smiled in satisfaction as he took a step backwards to stare at the set table then turned towards the bedroom to wake Jaejoong up.

Poor thing, he must have been so tired. Haven’t said a word but just went straight to bed. If anything, Yunho hoped that he isn’t sick. A smile danced at the corner of his lips when he saw Jaejoong wrapped messily between the sheets, his swollen eyes closed peacefully; hair fallen gracefully over his pale face. He leaned against the door and admired the picture for a few seconds and almost felt bad that he’s going to wake him up.

“Boo,” Yunho’s weight dipped on the bed scaring Jaejoong and he retaliated by pushing him.

“Lazy Jaejoong, wake up!” Jaejoong thought for a while and remembered that it was Yunho. He rubbed his eyes opened and reached up to tug at his lover’s collar. He pulled the man over until their faces came close.

A very surprised Yunho towered on top of him, staring in confusion. “Hi?”

Jaejoong’s wide eyes softened, fists still holding onto his shirt, “Yunho, fuck me.”

“What?”

“Don’t you want to? Fuck me hard and fast, right now.” Jaejoong almost had a determined expression hidden between his blank face as he said it.

Yoochun’s made an effort to open his eyes but he felt lost. He could hear a constant beeping pattern. Everything was white, the ground and the sky blended into each other. Even his footsteps were undetermined. Junsu’s figure came into sight and he saw himself running towards the younger male, but no matter how fast or long he ran for he still can’t reach him. Junsu smiled at him like he was a fool and he can’t help but scream anyway.

“Junsu ah!”

A/N: There you go, another update :D Thank you for all the support, seriously. You guys are too awesome <3

Your Move II - 4

2008-06-10T04:14:43Z

“Please stay behind us and be careful,” One of the officers instructed to Yoochun and Changmin. They nodded although Yoochun feels too anxious to wait. Yoochun saw the officers motioned to each other was they held up their guns to eye level. Their knees bent, carefully leaving the cars behind and carefully walking towards the warehouse. The two quickly followed suit looking around the empty place.

Their footsteps scattered the ground in small paces and no matter how hard they struggled to keep it quiet Yoochun felt like it echoed to the point where everyone can hear it. He silently took a deep breath, trying his hardest to calm his beating heart. He will find Junsu and they will go back to their normal life again. His eyes watched the officers ahead as they continued to walk, and only stopped at the door to aim their guns before attempting to open it.

A cold chill greeted them as they door croaked, letting a ghastly feeling settle into their stomach. The smell was new, more like frosty when they explored deeper. Eyes hastily jumped from boxes to boxes, stacks to stacks, on a look out for anything or anybody. Yoochun forced himself not to yell out ‘Junsu’, it takes all the strength he had left in his exhausted body. Perhaps he had more because he also forced his heart to stop beating so painfully.

“Hello?” An officer picked up his voice, it echoed throughout the spacious storage. A click echoed back alarming him.

Silence.

Changmin thinned his lips out and exchanged looks with the leading officer.

“Are you kidding me?” Yoochun asked, in spite of anger and confusion. Instantly his brows knitted and he shoved Changmin aside to run deeper into the stockroom, quickly disappearing behind rows of boxes.

Regaining his composure, Changmin hastily followed, “Hyung!”

The officers groaned in annoyance before chasing after them. So impatient.

“Hyung!” The college student looked back and then ahead at the vast space and still couldn’t find anyone in sight. “Hyung!”

“Boa!” A scream ripped from Yoochun’s throat, hoarse tone decorated with irritation, “Why don’t you come out already?” He took a spin across the room, teeth clenching in frustration.

“Made up your mind?” Her heels clicked behind him causing Yoochun to go crazy. The sound caught his attention, spinning his body around. His heart nearly dropped at the sight of Junsu between two men, staring back at him with a blank expression. Signs of bruises and cut spread across his face. Then he shifted his gaze at Boa sneering victoriously.

“Give it up already, the police are here.”

Her smile twitched into an evil grunt. Boa’s hand flew out to grasps onto a gun one of her men were holding and she shoved it into Junsu’s head, “Give up?” she questioned, eyes digging angrily into Yoochun’s. “Are we children playing tag?”

Yoochun swallowed the lump in his throat; eyes blinking to calm down, “That’s dangerous,” the words evenly came out, “Let’s talk this over.”

“You’ve already had enough time!” She accused, pushing the weapon deeper into Junsu. He closed his eyes and moved away, only a little because he was still being held back.

His hand dashed in front of him, as if reaching out to stop her. He can see it in her eyes and voice that she had became totally obsessed and crazy. “Boa! I…I love you!”

Junsu felt the pressure at the side of his skull subsided. His tired eyes met Yoochun’s, only to be ignored. The man slowly walked towards them, “Come on Boa, let him go. It’s not worth it. I’m here now.”

Her eyes softened for a moment before blinking in realization. Boa change the position of the gun and pointed it straight at Yoochun, “You’re lying again aren’t you? You think I’m a kid?”

“No!”

She was shaking, Junsu could feel it and he almost felt overwhelmed. Pathetic as she is, she was Yoochun’s former lover after all. They once shared the same vows Yoochun now kept with him.

“Freeze!” A sharp voice cut them off, averting their attention to the officers and Changmin behind Boa. Taking advantage Junsu knocked the person nearest him out of the way and sprung to his lover. He saw it coming, he knew so well. Yoochun lurched towards Junsu and wrapped his arms around the other.

Bang!

He distantly heard a few more gunshots but Junsu’s voice the closest before tugging their bodies over so that he can take the bullet instead. It pierced through his back and blood quickly stained his shirt. A grunt softly fell from his lips as his body slowed down and his knees felt week. The only thing that blurred into his vision was Junsu’s horrified expression. Shaking, yeah that too, Yoochun thought but it all faded away. He wanted so badly to hold Junsu, tell him that it’s going to be okay but his arms are feeling heavy, slipping slowly down Junsu’s.

Boa fell on her knees and screamed in tears, body shaking, “Yoochun!”

Maybe Jaejoong was just asking for it. This theory, Kangin was sure of. Look at him! Practically prancing around half naked and his gorgeous face isn’t help either. He smacked himself mentally, forcing his mind to focus. They are doing a photoshoot after all.

“Can the two of you scoot closer?” The photographer asked, his eyes squinting from the sun.

“Like this?”

“Yeah, stand like that. Just look ahead,” he snapped away at the couple, “Loosen up Kangin, look natural.”

Jaejoong felt his body ached from bathing in the sun for hours. Torture! He would love to just go back to his room and sleep until the next day, but he had promised Kangin to meet him up in the hot tub. Shivering slightly, Jaejoong increased his steps and dragged the towel off his shoulder.

“Jaejoong shii! I got your wine,” The larger man greeted, already inside. He eyed blonde in nothing but a pair of shorts, hoping the waistband would slip a little lower.

“Wow!” Jaejoong exclaimed, genuinely happy as he dipped his body into the water and took the glass from Kangin. Night had fallen upon them, spared nothing but a few lights and the moving water. “Mmm…God, this feels so good…” Jaejoong sipped the wine and smiled, his eyes rolled back feeling the hot water beat into his body. He lifted his head to stare at his companion from across before allowing his body to sink deeper into the water. “Doesn’t it Kangin shii?”

He nodded, a grin broke from ear to ear. They chatted away for another five minutes, during which Kangin sneaked a lot of glances Jaejoong’s way.

“Do you now…” he moved closer to Jaejoong.

The other lifted his brow and smile, “Hhmm?”

“I like you a lot.”

“Me too!”

Kangin laughed, “No Jaejoong, I mean I really admire you. The very first time I saw you I liked you. Too bad you were with Yunho.”

“What?”

“I knew you from a while back, I really liked you. You were the one who inspired me into this industry.” Kangin lowers his voice and continued to approach Jaejoong.

“Wha—at!” The blonde squeezed his eyes together as a headache surged into his skull, splitting his mind apart. He blindly reached out to push the oncoming man, “What the fuck did you put into the drink?”

“Are you feeling the effect?”

“Augh!” he grunted out painfully, “Bastard!” Jaejoong tightened his fist and socked Kangin into the jaw. Then attempted to climb out of the tub but an arm reached out for him, tugging his body backwards. “Jaejoong!”

“Don’t touch me!” he yelped, vision blurring under his falling lids.

“I love you!” He felt wet hands on his skin, exploring and teasing his manhood in the water. In fact Kangin was bold enough to be pressing wet kisses on the back of his neck.

“Let go! Fuck!” Jaejoong struggled in futile and cursed the drug. His hand waggled behind and came into contact with Kangin’s hair. While the other was burying his face into his neck, Jaejoong’s slender fingers gripped tightly on his hair. Kangin doesn’t seem to mind though because the body inside his arms was beginning to go limp.

A mischievous snicker teased into Jaejoong’s ear as he passes out. Kangin pulled the two of them out of the hot tub. He cautiously lifted Jaejoong’s body over his and walked back to his hotel room. It felt as if forever and the dull lights were causing a great disadvantage to him. But finally he reached his room, dug for his card, and slipped inside. The body was then tossed upon his mattress, bouncing slightly before settling down.

He wasted no time and swiftly crawled over Jaejoong’s body. His eyes fell upon the familiar face that he admired and he smiled at the warm sight, allowing the back of his hand access to the silky skin. Kangin stroked his face and pushed the wet hair sticking to it back. He’s waited for such a long time to get close to Jaejoong. Tonight, God had finally answered his prayers.

A/N: Wow, omg this is way late! Please forgive me you guys. I tried to somewhat sharpen my writing, you can't really tell but yep xD Did all the readers run away? lol.

[Trans] One Last Cry

2008-06-07T23:44:00Z

Title: One Last Cry
Author: "Nothing"
Pairings: Yoosu
Rating: PG
Length: Oneshot
Genre: Angst, Romance
Note: I passed by a Viet Yoosu fic a while ago and it moved me. I wanted to translate it so more fans can get a chance to read it. This is my first time translating anything and Viet is not my first language, thus I had a hard time trying to directly translate it so that the meaning doesn't change but at the same time write it so it makes sense. (Her vocabs in Viet is very gorgeous btw >.<) I'm sorry if it doesn't flow smoothly, anyway with permission from "Nothing" from the original fanfic posted here.
Summary: On a visit to Yoochun's, Junsu gets to hear about his complicated love story. The elder asks for advice which Junsu gives him, but he doesn't know that Junsu is ironically suffering the same pain.

He sits there, smoking. The streams of fragile, white smoke rest still in the air and then quickly dissolve to nothing. This is the first time I’ve seen him turning to a cigarette. He had always told me how he hated the gas from them. The image of him with the cigarette looks all too strange at the moment. I take a seat to look at the person before me who is slowly blowing out smoke, while it seems as if his eyes aren’t looking at anything.

“What little dolphin? Surprise much?”

I nod, still eying the poisonous vapor that’s floating and disappearing.

“You’re disappointed right? I have never imagined the day I’d turn out like this,” his voice is calm and a bit sarcastic. One sentence, two sentences, three sentences. My ears chime. My heart begins to strike out of order inside my chest. Those sounds beat so loudly that it scares me. Within a few seconds, I curl up my body and shrivel deeper into the armchair, terrified that he might be able to hear it.

Ahh, he’s lovesick.

He’s lovesick and suffering. That means loving someone but not being loved back. Unilateral, one way, and hopeless. However, he still loves like there’s no way to resist.

“When was this?”

He leisurely blows the smoke into rings. I heard Jaejoong hyung said whoever can blow their smoke into circles is rather well experienced. Which means he must have been smoking a long time ago, not just now.

“We have known each other for four years, but love is…”

I was about to pick up my voice and tell him that’s not what I asked. I just wanted to ask when he started smoking these devilish things, but he thinks I want to know about his complicated love story. However, his calming voice once again had my heart striking like a hand in a profession, and so I force myself to sit there quietly and listen to him.

“I’m not sure when I fell in love. Hehe, see how useless I am? I still can’t define exactly what time it was, Suyah.” A moment of silence kept the two of us. I baffle, not knowing what I should say to make it right, perhaps advice him to buy a watch? But his wrist…I’m not sure when it had become so thin. I remember before that he had a great appetite, always competing with Changmin in the war for the fridge making the youngest one taken aback.

Back then, those times, surely they didn’t past by so fast? Watching his tilted face I still see that nothing has changed, except for his wrists. So time had flown by that fast. To the point where I can’t recognize the details that had altered. My eyes still only see him as the way he was back then. But then those small details gradually form together to make a big change, and then transformed all at one time. So much transformation it causes an overwhelming amazement.

“She’s getting married soon. What more can I do Suyah?”

Marriage? My mouth slip and I utter, “Aren’t we too young to get married?”

A gentle laugh springs out. I knit my brows, listening to it pass by strangely. Another different point, back then he never laughed like that. Back then it was big and cheery to a different extension.

“It’s not that she’s old, it’s me. We are old. Ah, but no, we are just slow, understand? While she’s living hastily I’m slugging behind. No wonder why she didn’t choose me. I never like putting an effort into anything.” After he finished he turned around and caress my hair. This habit is the same as back then. His fingers are slender and thin, the fingers of a pianist, carving into my hair lightly, very lightly.

“Are you still composing?”

In an instant, the fingers in my hair slow down, and then completely stop. He laughs, hollow and dry. “Composing? Music…yes, it’s been a long time, you’re the first one to tell me that word. It’s been a while since anyone has asked me about this field. What to say…I’m still playing the piano, still writing out some music. But it’s very dry, dolphin ah. Dry like the cactus plant Changmin gave to Jaejoong hyung. Dry like me. But you know, writing dry music like that, I rather throw it away, break the piano, tear those papers, and chuck it all away, right?”

“Back then…you arranged Rainy Night for me…” I carefully pick out each word, trying to avoid bringing up more frustration for him. I intended to say the three words “I really like”, but then he picks up his voice, thus I stay silent.

“Yes, but that was before. Right now I can’t even arrange my own heart, furthermore music.” He speaks with such a carefree attitude, however within several seconds he is already mumbling the familiar words of Rainy Night.

Kimi no sayonara wo kikitaku nakatta kara
Baby I still love you
Mou nakanai de itsumo you're crying baby

(Because I don't want to hear your goodbye
Baby I still love you
Don't cry anymore,
You're always cryin' baby)

It seems as if my heart has return to its normal pace, perhaps even a bit slower. Those melodies and words are like flooding water, steadily drowning my heart, swirling and churning, making it hard for me to breathe. Once again with his strong and warm voice; I still recognize the familiar voice like those old days. I remember, remember to an extent where it’s sad. I can’t believe that memories can make my heart feel so breathless.

“Suyah, I…what should I do?”

However memories still can’t wear me out as much as reality. I cannot avoid or forget veracity that’s viciously smiling at me like he is, sitting there before me; fray because of hurt, and has no more power to live. No matter how long I close my eyes for, I still feel ambiguous eating me because of his image, hence I force myself to open my eyes and stare straight at him. Though I still find it difficult to breath because the melodies of Rainy Night.

Once again, my heart sinks deeper into the cold water; before my eyes are his bloodshot ones. Those eyes gaze at me, asking for help, hopeless, but at the same time aimless. That’s right, ever since he sat facing me up till now, he had never look straight at me and see that it’s me.

I see myself sit up, lean my body forward, and press my lips onto the sadder person in front of me. It surprises him, but only for a moment, then slowly he gives in and replies back. Our lips touch, and his slender arms hug my shoulders. I shiver because his lips are so cold, and ponder if my hot breath is enough to keep him warm. I smell the smoke still on his lips, but at the moment, I don’t care. I close my eyes and my heart tells me to not think at all, and don’t stop either. Perhaps this is the first time and also the last time that I can kiss him and get him to reply back like this. Those pale, numb thoughts suffocate me even more; and when our lips part I feel as if my eyes are wet.

“That’s what you should do, go confess to her, and kiss like that, sincerely. Only an idiot wouldn’t understand the feelings you have for her.”

He quietly lowers his head, mumbles a thanks, and then an apology.

I don’t know why he has to do that for. We both sat in silence, one deep into his own thoughts.

A few notes flutter around us and the radio was playing One Last Cry by Brian McKnight. I just smile. My eyes have dried, but this song came on at such a wrong time.

And I can cry freely like him, tell him that I too, am very lovesick. How do I stop loving…*

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A/N: *I think right here Junsu is talking about how he wishes he can do cry freely and wishes he can tell Yoochun. Err if anyone is viet go read the original fic, it's way better. And if you want to correct me feel free [:

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2008-06-06T21:30:36Z

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PROFILE 003:

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PROFILE 003 ; OTHER BANNERS:

for more graphics; lastappeal lastappeal

new layout/headers!

2008-06-05T04:49:15Z

omg omg! i'm not late! happy birthday dearest yoochunnie <3

click on image for larger previews.
(yes i realize that it says blur instead of blurb T_T)

INSTRUCTIONS:
1. set your theme to flexible squares.
2. 2 Column (sidebar on left)
3. customize your theme, when ask about css, first box put: YES, second: NO, and third: NO.
4. copy&paste your new css and save.
**tags look better in a list.

layout 04 ft. park yoochun

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text-align: center;
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font-family: Arial;
font-size: 9pt;
text-align: justify;
border-width: 0px;
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margin-left: auto;
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	text-align: center;
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more headers! (click)

http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh196/mai-/layout/yunhoheader.jpg

http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh196/mai-/layout/changminheader2.jpg

http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh196/mai-/layout/dbskheader.jpg

IF JUST VIEWVING:
please leave a comment and tell me what you think :D

PLEASE:
1. comment& MUST credit if taking/using.
2. don't edit images, unless given permission.
3. css overrides by refuted & minty_peach, with very heavy editing by lmaii.

CREDITS:
pictures: dbsg, gallery.asianfanatics.net
stock: ilovemuffin-stock.deviantart.com
textures: distractiions, seldomspeaking
*please tell me if i forgot you.

for more graphics; lastappeal lastappeal

Touched - Forewords

2008-05-29T06:17:29Z

Title: Touched
Status: Chaptered/Ongoing
Pairings: Jaesu (Main)
Rating: PG13, NC-17
For: x_tsurara_x, "mi amour"
Warning: Cutting, non-con, rape, sort of insane but not to the extreme.
Summary: Jaejoong blames himself for the death of his father all the while tension keeps rising in his family. He's not very social and secretly cuts himself. One day his classmate, Junsu finds out then bombards into his life and doesn't show any signs of stopping, even if it causes him pain. (Will fix later)

Kim Junsu had always been an observer, it is his job. Perhaps he understands more about people than they understand themselves that once in a while it scares them. Junsu is still loved anyway, for the fact that he’s always so kind, helpful, and happy; everybody knows him. He was almost too perfect to be true.

But another observes him, he was Kim Jaejoong. He sits alone quietly at his seat, throw no complaints or participation to his class. Instead, he gazes at the face of Kim Junsu and sometimes he hates how the way he smiles. It almost makes Jaejoong sick that a person can be so cheerful all the time. Still, something draws his attention and he wonders if he’s any different from the crowd.

The street at night was cooler than in the day. Dull lights hung off marked posts and the essence of after rain makes the air sweet. Heavy footsteps pace themselves before slowing down. Jaejoong nearly had one breath left as he drops to the ground, away from everyone’s sight that is. His legs felt wobbly and weak after the intense run. Warm sweat tickles his forehead and throat, he’s gasping for air when his lung is already throbbing painfully.

Jaejoong let out an angry cry. He allows his hands access to the sweat stained raven hair. His head pulses as the slender fingers tighten into a fist, yet he’s already so used to the pain. Blurry images repeat themselves over in his head, and he has to shut his eyes tight, drop his head and to try and lock them out.

“You’re a killer! You killed my dad!”

His mom’s eyes were weary, held no affection for him like she did years ago.

“It’s all my fault,” Jaejoong blames, “All my fucking fault.” He bites his lips, so hard that he can almost taste the blood from inside. He releases his hair and leans back panting heavily. Jaejoong’s dark eyes wander around, as if looking for somebody in sight. He continuously digs into his pocket and fishes something out.

The sharp blade glistens under the dull light as he pushes it out of the holder, eyeing it fiercely. He lowers it against his left wrist, the sharp edge pushing into his skin. He bites his lips again dragging the blade across his wrist; it breaks through the skin and trails of blood follow. Jaejoong loves the pain. It makes him forgets and he does it again, over his previous cuts.

“Jaejoong classmate!”

A familiar voice, sharp and nervous breaks his attention and Jaejoong looks up. Junsu scurries over to him, a bag in his hand. “What are you doing?” His classmate questions while kneeling next to him. Junsu drops his bag and quickly reaches out for Jaejoong’s bleeding wrist. He fails to see Jaejoong’s horrified expression, eyes piercing his worried face.

“Get the fuck away from me!” Jaejoong smacks his arm across Junsu, the impact sends him backwards. For a second he was afraid Junsu might judge him, Junsu might tell, Junsu might hate him. But it was only a split second and then he decides he doesn’t care. Jaejoong’s dark eyes avoid the other’s.

“You’re bleeding!” Junsu gathers himself up and furrows his brows at Jaejoong, “Come on, let me help you bandage it up.”

“I don’t need it!” The raven shoves Junsu even harder away, he picks himself up and throws his razor to the ground next to Junsu.

The red head sits there as his classmate footsteps cease. A sick feeling churns into his stomach and tightens in his upper body. He feels as if his heart is going to jump out of his chest, racing so suddenly at the sight of Jaejoong. Sweat of fear decorates his face slightly as he gasps for air, wide-eyed.

“What the hell is wrong with him?”

A/N: >.< you like so far? please leave comments okay? :D

Baby Dolphin

2008-05-23T05:40:15Z

Title: Baby Dolphin; A Series of Fluff
Pairings: Yoosu
Rating: PG13
Note: for lahmacun, susgirl, & x_tsurara_x (you guys know why <3)

Yoochun pushes against Junsu and plunges his tongue down the other’s mouth without a prior warning. It’s open mouth, wet, and hot; that is, until Junsu pushes back slightly trying to catch his breath.

“Mmmff…Chunnie,” he pants, eyes darting up to his boyfriend’s face.

“Shut up Junsu,” Yoochun says with heavy and uneven breaths, “Just kiss me?” he almost pleas and so Junsu does. He gives in and wraps his arms around Yoochun as the other’s hands slides around his waist. He feels Yoochun’s fingers, slender and warm tracing his waistband and teases at the bottom of his back.

He tastes more than desire; he tastes a blunt passion at the tip of his tongue. Yoochun is all comfort and serenity that forces Junsu to ease into his body effortlessly. Because when they kiss like this, everything else is left behind.

“Oh my gosh! Holy gosh!” Junsu squeaks in his high pitched dolphin voice as he scrambles towards Yoochun on the bed. The baritone raises his right brow and sets the music sheets down. His arms automatically open up for Junsu to crawl into.

“You’re all wet.”

The younger male pouts and hugs Yoochun, sliding his body into the blankets just stopping at their waists. “Changmin was spraying me with the water when Jaejoong made us wash the dishes, I’m cold.”

Instead of telling Junsu to go change or dry his hair Yoochun cuddles him closer and runs his fingers into his wet hair. Junsu looks a lot cuter with flat hair, it reminds him of their rising sun days and he wants to pinch his baby dolphin all over again.

On cold rainy nights Yoochun sneaks over to Junsu’s and Changmin’s room. His head would peak into the dark, trying to make out his band mates’ soft breathing. On rainy nights Yoochun can’t sleep, he finds himself rather lonely. And even though they are a door apart he still feels like he’s missing Junsu.

Yoochun walks in small and quiet steps, he makes it over to the left side of the bed to find the smaller man already in a deep sleep. A smile spreads across his lips and he reaches out to tug Junsu’s cheek. “Yah, dolphin,” he calls in barely a whisper.

Junsu moves and shifts his weight, eyes blinking open to see a familiar figure leaning over his side of the bed. “Yoochunnie,” Junsu touches the hand on his face and backs his body over to Changmin, making room for the other.

Yoochun smiles wider and the bed dips with his weight. When they wake up in the morning Changmin would complain about why he ended up on the floor again.

His small hands palm circles on Yoochun’s naked back, allowing him the feel of his tensed muscles. Yoochun’s skin stretches over nothing but bones and sometimes it has Junsu worried. “You need to eat more,” he leans down and reminds softly, whispers hot against Yoochun’s ear.

“No,” Yoochun tries to turn back and look at Junsu, “I need more of this, of you.”

Junsu giggles and smacks him on the back, “Corny bastard,” but he knows he likes it, even the blood is calmly caressing his cheeks.

“You’re supposed to be giving me an affectionate massage, what happened to that?” Yoochun flips himself over and causes Junsu to fall to the bed from his butt.

“I don’t want to anymore,” Junsu says, motions to get off the bed but Yoochun pulls him back; his thumb stroking over Junsu’s wrist.

“Don’t go.”

Junsu falls into his chest and smiles, “Fine, but if only you give me a massage.”

Yoochun fingers hastily work into Junsu’s shoulders. He adds pressure and trails ghostly kisses over the back of his neck. Junsu tips his head back further and moans. “This is not going to be a massage anymore is it?”

A/N: You ladies are seriously my inspiration, I adore you!

Your Move II - 3

2008-05-18T19:42:11Z

Title: Your Move II
Status: Ongoing
Pairings: Mainly Yunjae and Yoosu
Rating: PG13 to R
Summary: The continuation of Your Move. Yoochun struggles to keep Junsu and finds there's a lot more about his lover that he doesn't understand. All the while a certain someone has laid eyes on Jaejoong causing Yunho to turn possessive and always suspicious. Trust begins to turn into questions and can possible break them up.

Jaejoong was too enthusiastic about this trip for Yunho’s liking. “You have to call me every hour,” he said, seriously.

“Heh, as if,” Jaejoong shook it off, “I’m off. Enjoy your flight and I’ll enjoy mine.”

Yunho nodded and walked Jaejoong out the door where the taxi was waiting for him. If he doesn’t have to get ready for a different flight he would have driven Jaejoong there himself. “Bye,” his voice dragged opening the door for Jaejoong.

The other smiled slightly, struggling with his small bag, and then stretched up to kiss Yunho on the lips, “Bye.”

“Talk,” He muttered picking up a private call.

“Yoochun ah, have you decided yet?”

“Boa? Boa!” Yoochun pulled over and shifted violently in his seat to look out for her. What if she’s close by? “Boa! Where are you?”

She laughed, “Why would I tell you that?”

“Come on just tell me, I’ll meet you wherever and we can talk about this in person,” he sounded desperate.

“You think I’m that naïve Yoochun?”

“Boa!”

“Anyway just 8 more hours, I’ll call you back then…”

“—No! B..boa! BOA!” Yoochun screamed into his cell phone then slammed on the steering wheel, “Fuck!” He sunk down and felt anger to rise up, coiling in his chest and threatening to spill over any moment. And when his phone rung again it scared the shit out of him.

“Boa!” he shouted again flipping out his phone in haste.

“Hyung,” Changmin said in a stern voice, “It’s me. I know where Junsu is.”

“What?”

“I was studying the tape, and I heard some stuff in the back, he’s in a warehouse somewhere,” Changmin said as quicky as he can, “I’ll explain to you later, come get me.”

“I’ll be there!” Yoochun felt his heart fluttered and hung up to pull away.

Kangin had a weird grin on his face when he saw Jaejoong. The man approached him looking flawless, Jaejoong was erotic in his eyes.

“Hey sorry I missed your call last night.”

Kangin quickly attempted to pull Jaejoong’s luggage, “That’s okay, I just wanted to say hi.”

“Oh, hahaha!” He laughed a little, “I can handle this,” he tucked his own bag back.

“We have to get check in right about now, we’re sort of running late,” he said letting go, “Do you have your passport and stuff?”

“Right in here,” Jaejoong patted his wallet with a content smile.

“Listen,” Changmin said, “Do you hear her voice echo slightly? And there seems to be busy steps in the background.”

Yoochun leaned in closer and furrowed his brows in concentration, “I can hear things being set down, the ground is probably hard not carpet. Junsu is shivering a little. Any bright ideas?” he turned to ask.

“I think I know where Boa is,” Yoochun straightened up and turned on his engine.

“Yoochun, we have to be careful. There are probably a few men with her,” Changmin warned.

“Should I get the police?”

He paused and thought for some time, “But we need to get them into regular cars and not make a big entrance. We can’t let her know that we know.”

Yoochun sighed, “Lets go the police station.”

Jaejoong fell asleep half an hour through on the plane. They were riding first class to prevent any distractions or excitement from the fans. Kangin eyed him, the other’s head bent but his features suddenly looked soft. He reached out and stroked Jaejoong’s face and instantly felt warmth at the tip of his fingers. He grinned when Jaejoong shifted slightly.

The other man ran his fingers into Jaejoong’s hair, admired his bold appearance. His lips were plump and breathing softly, it makes Kangin’s head spin, “I’m going to make you mine,” he whispered to Jaejoong. “I’ve admired you for so long, Kim Jaejoong.”

“Yunho!” Kangta scolded over the phone, “We’re running late. You better get your ass here in 5 minutes!”

“I know!” Yunho sneered back, “I ran into some things okay?”

“Hurry! You’re going to miss your flight.”

“Kangta, can I call this off?”

“Crazy?”

“I have an emergency.”

“Yunho! Get over here right now!” Kangta shouted and quickly hung up on him.

Boa stared at the boy crouched up in a corner with hatred in her eyes. She had a frown on his lips as she studied his shaking body and heavy breaths. Why? Why does Junsu get everything he wants? Angrily she walked over and kicked him harshly.

“Yah! Don’t go to sleep! Who said you can?” she shouted, nudging his shoulder with her feet.

Junsu groaned and flipped his weak body over, he felt numb. It was cold and his head hurts. Not this crazy bitch again.

“Yah!” Boa raised her voice.

He squinted his tired eyes to stare up at her. He sneezed involuntarily.

“You should leave Yoochun if you know what’s best for you.”

“You should kill me and then try to get with him. Why waste your time telling me this?” Junsu taunted with a raise of his brow.

Boa leaned down and smacked him across the face and Junsu fists struggled with the ropes, his eyes widening in anger. Her nails left a stinging sensation and burnt across his cheek.

“Bastard! Maybe I will kill you.”

“I heard they have the best spas!” Kangin stated happily and it made Jaejoong laughed.

“Really?”

“After work we should go, and then relax in a hot tub,” he suggested to Jaejoong on the plane as soon as they finished their lunch.

“Oh I’m just craving that, my body aches!” the blonde exclaimed, half imagining himself in the hot water.

A hand quickly flew to Jaejoong’s shoulder, “You’ve been working hard,” he chuckled and dug his finger into Jaejoong’s flesh, circling with pressure.

His eyes widened but realizing Kangin was only trying to help he closed it and let out a groan, “I’d kill for a massage like that.”

“It’s hard on the plane, once we get to Thailand you can relax. I’ll give you a massage,” he offered, ears turning red from Jaejoong’s groan.

“I’m embarrassed,” Jaejoong chuckled covering his mouth, “We’ll go get a massage together okay?”

“I’m sure she’s in Crown’s imported stockroom,” Yoochun nodded to the chief, “It’s the closest one to her Dad’s branch here.”

He turned away from Yoochun and picked up his phone, ordered something and said a few locations but Yoochun’s mind was wondering too much to take into account of what he was saying. What if he guessed wrong? What if she already did something to Junsu?

“Yoochun!” Changmin nudged him, “lets go.”

“W—what?”

“Chief sent out 4 officers with us, we need to get there as soon as possible.”

Yoochun hesitated for a second, “Right!” he stood up and bowed to the officer, “Thank you!” He quickly picked up his pace to follow Changmin out to the parking lot.

A/N: sorry i couldn't get back to everyone in the last chapter. anyway and early update! :D thanks for a support guys, it makes me really happy. anyone went to hb? had fun?
BTW I'M TAKING REQUESTS: for more info go here.

Your Move II - 2

2008-05-17T16:54:08Z

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Yunho was eager to toss his keys aside and pin Jaejoong to the wall with a sly grin, “Come on Jae, are you still mad?”

Jaejoong didn’t look at him in the eyes but made a futile effort to struggle away, “Yunho, I’ll kick you so hard you won’t be able to have sex for days,” he mumbled.

He immediately planted his lips over Jaejoong’s, kissing him hard and wet. It rarely took a second for Jaejoong to shut his eyes to respond, “No fair.”

“Who says I have to be?” Yunho pulled away and panted slightly, “Want to go into the room with me?”

“No.”

“Really?”

Jaejoong frowned, “No.”

Laughing, Yunho wrapped his hand around Jaejoong’s and led him into their bedroom.

Jaejoong let out a small gasp when he was tossed on the mattress and then pinned down to the soft material by a familiar weight, “You don’t look tired at all,” Jaejoong told when Yunho attacked his exposed neck. However, a whimper quickly escaped his lips as soon as he felt the other’s tongue, hot and velvety brushing across his burning skin. Yunho let go of his wrists so that Jaejoong can reach out and touch him, show him as much affection as he loves him; to get him lost inside a world where only they exist.

A loud vibration suddenly snapped them back to reality and Yunho growled before he tucked a hand into Jaejoong’s pocket to pull out his phone. “That’s mine!” Jaejoong frowned reaching for it, but failed to retrieve his phone back.

“You go through my phone all the time,” Yunho pulled away and glared at the name flashing, “Why the fuck is Kangin calling you?”

“Let me see,” Jaejoong reached for it again, but with the elder sitting his weight on him it’s kind of hard. Yunho pressed some buttons and threw the phone randomly on the ground.

“You,” he slid his weight over Jaejoong’s body again, “can check it out later. It’s just Kangin. Are you really going to ignore me and take his call?” Yunho asked.

He sighed and pulled his lover’s face close to his, “No,” Jaejoong kissed him thoroughly to make sure that Yunho understand he hasn’t a thing to fear. The vibration on the ground ceased to silence but not before long it picked up again. Jaejoong furrowed his brows trying his best to block out all the other sounds except for their heavy breathing. He kissed Yunho harder, tongues delved deeper into the hot entrance.

“Damn!” Yoochun cursed, “Pick up Jaejoong!” he practically pleaded into the phone but only to receive a voicemail in return. His breathing became heavy as thoughts sped quickly through his mind. Yoochun tried to calm himself down by breathing through his lips, but found that did nothing to help.

“I can’t take this anymore!” He shoved at his work table to his feet, nearly stumbled to the door to grab for his coat and dashed out the door.

Yoochun flew past Changmin’s sight within seconds and the student still had a hand over his mouth. He waited for a while to past by and then sneaked into Yoochun’s work room. Changmin’s eyes bored into the black tape recorder sitting on a pile of messy papers and he approached it. He pressed the rewind button and waited for it to stop, then nearly slammed his forefinger on the play.

Changmin brows curved immediately as he recognized Junsu’s voice whimpering, and then gagged heavily. A female’s voice laughed softly.

“What’s wrong precious?”

“Shut up.”

She probably hit him, or else a yelp wouldn’t follow afterwards.

“Say it!”

“Fuck you.”

Another painful groan from Junsu. Then it turned quiet, as if someone turned off the recorder but then a voice spoke up again.

“Did you hear that Yoochun? Your brat is with me,” she laughed, almost insanely, “Thought I forgot about you didn’t you? Tell you what, I’ll let him go safely if you ditch their company. What’s the point of trading in your whole asset to work under Kim?” There was a slight pause, “Come on Yoochun, it’d be like old times. You and me as partners. Don’t tell me you forgot, we were getting married until that brat interfered. I still love you so much.”

A breathy gasp escaped his throat as Boa’s feet lurched into his stomach, setting another queasy feeling. Junsu still can’t think straight besides all the questions that are boiling up. Why did he agree to meet up with Boa? How could he have thought she’d be more mature? The blood in his head pounced over and over again until Junsu squeezed his eyes shut and cringed.

“I hate you!” Boa shouted in the dark room where Junsu was tied up in a corner, “I fucking hate you. You’re a stupid brat who doesn’t deserve Yoochun!”

Junsu thinned out his lips and felt like throwing up.

“Do you know that Yoochun is an orphan?” she bent down to him and whispered. “Do you know that Yoochun traded not merged his company to work for your father?” Boa grabbed his hair and pulled his face closer, “Selfish thing you are. He loved me, Junsu, he promised me a future together. We were engaged before you even showed up. You’re the third wheel.”

He didn’t respond but lifted his eyes softly, “Are you jealous?”

Boa nearly shrieked and yanked on his hair tighter. “You don’t know anything about Yoochun, what he wants to be and where he came from. You only care that he paid attention to you.” With that being said she shoved his head away and stormed out of the room.

He squeezed his eyes shut once again and shivered at her words. It repeated over again and again. Junsu does not want to think he’s careless when it comes to Yoochun, but when Boa said it like that it made him believe that maybe he is selfish. He only cared that Yoochun sacrificed for their relationship when he could have been happy married to Boa. He did love her after, didn’t he?

“Yoochun called so many times last night!” Jaejoong checked through his phone after the shower.

“Are you going to call him back?” Yunho asked ruffling through their closet.

“Yeah,” his lover mumbled and stalked out of the room with the phone attached to his ear. He began to curse under his breath when Yoochun didn’t pick up. “He called so many times and now he’s not picking up?”

“Oh well, if he sees your missed calls he’ll call you back,” Yunho followed behind to check that he isn’t calling Kangin.

“Fine,” Jaejoong sighed and went back into the room to dress himself. He’s got to prepare a luggage within an hour to get ready for the flight to Thailand. Yunho sat on the bed as he watched Jaejoong stuff his bag until he suddenly stopped and lifted his eyes.

“Don’t you have a flight to prepare for too?” Jaejoong asked.

“Yeah but I’m leaving later so I still have time,” he replied, “This feels weird actually.”

“Why is that?”

“Because you’re shooting with another man.”

“Jaejoong rolled his eyes, “Not this again Yunho, if I’m always stuck with you my popularity with never rise,” he stuck his tongue out.

It was Yunho turn to roll his eyes.

“Go get ready!” Jaejoong demanded, “And don’t you stalk me!”

Yoochun doesn’t like the sound of Boa being with Junsu. She’s always hated him after they’ve broken up. “Junsu you babo!” he whispered, “Why couldn’t you just stay in bed?” Yoochun slammed on his brake when a red streak of light flashed. Frustrated and impatient Yoochun repeatedly cursed anything in sight.

He hated the fact that Junsu was always so stubborn. Even now he’d always had things his way. He hated how Junsu made him into an idiot, made it so he couldn’t think straight. No matter how hard he tried he can’t seem to think of a place Boa would be at. He’s been out practically all night driving until he was sure he lost his sanity.

A/N: thank you for reading, comments? [: & let's all wish that dbsk have a successful performance at hb tonight, that the red sea project will flow smoothly and that they enjoy themselves. anyone going, have loads of fun :D

1rst version; Devil of My Heart/Obsession

2008-05-15T01:53:08Z

OMG i was soo...fresh :P
Just kidding but I was backtracking my journal to update my archives and stuff and I found this. It was posted around late November of last year. I giggled when I re-read this, it brings back memories xD I’m glad I came to livejournal :) it's been...5-6 month-ish. This was also the first version of my fanfic Devil of My Heart. After adopting veggieincoma's plot bunnie, I mixed it up with Obsession to make DOMH [:

Title: Obsession
Pairings: Yoosu & other DBSK
Rating: PG13 to R
Summary: Yoochun soon finds himself in a mess of obsession and trying to win over Junsu.

HI! I'm very very new here but I've been writing fanfics in other places and I really like how it works out in these communities; therefore I decided to make an account and post up my fic. Please give me a try and don't hesitate to add (:

Chapter 1

“YAH!” Yoochun’s scream was scratchy and deep as the hoodlums hurriedly scattered away in hesitant steps. The night was dark and alluring, the moon was the only source of light. His eyes crept away from the running feet distancing as it picked up another image. Laid sprawl on the ground a lifeless body wheezing something inaudible. Yoochun couldn’t see very clearly but he could tell from the glimpse of dull light that the man was covered in blood.

Bending down quickly he sought for his arms helping him up, “Y..yah..,” he stutters a little because his beaten image frightened Yoochun, “Are you okay?” he asks studying his face. The man’s eyes squeezed together in pain and shook his head. “Hyung…” he whispered hoarsely before his vision blur into a dark world of emptiness.

The sound of running water probably woke him up. He found it painful to move and an annoyed sigh tickled his throat. Frustrated he slams his eyes shut again trying to forget this pain and what had happened. His mind raced quickly as he opened his eyes again to discover a room he’s never seen before. A bed he’s had never lied on before, and then a man he had never interact with before. “Finally awake?” he asks while drying his hair with a towel.

Junsu’s eyes scanned down from his wet hair, pretty face, lovely collarbone…and everything in between until he reached below his torso which was covered by a faintly wet towel. Ugghh… Junsu groaned inside his mind despite his pain, does this man have no shame walking in like that? Then his eyes suddenly roamed around trying to feel if his clothes were still intact, only God know what he would to him because of the state he is in right now.

The wet man approached him slowly gaining a vicious stare from Junsu. He sat next to him at the edge of the bed and studied his face and probably else where long and hard. “Do you still hurt?” he asks as Junsu sat up painfully.

“No.”

“Hungry?”

“Nope.”

Yoochun blinks a few times looking hard into Junsu’s stern eyes. The man was very pretty, in fact he seems to be glowing at this angle in spite of his injuries. Suddenly an urge to reach out and caress his face waved over Yoochun and he swallowed hard trying to keep his cool. “Ah, I need to send you home,” he told him.

Junsu’s eyes gaze down onto the ground not giving a response, home? What a sick word, he almost laughed out loud to himself. That word shouldn’t have even existed in the dictionary because all it meant was bullshit. “Where do you live at?” Yoochun asks restraining himself to ask, why did you get beat up? Who are those people? What is your name?

Instead of replying Junsu lifted the covers loosing its warmth and sprawl out of bed, “Thanks,” he mumbles before limping towards the door.

“Yah!” Fed up with his dead silence, and how he doesn’t respond when he needs to Yoochun quickly ran into his closet and pulled over a pair of boxers before chasing after the man. “Yah!” he called again catching up with him in the hallway. He couldn’t help but grab both his shoulders, spin him around, and slam him into the wall.

He received a low groan from Junsu and a face wincing in pain, maybe he was being too harsh. “Let me go!” Junsu struggled against him but because of his injuries and smaller frame, failed.

“Where do you think you are going in this condition?” Yoochun asks. At least he should be thankful that Yoochun had been nice to him and carried him home, clean up his injuries, and gave him a place to sleep.

“That’s none of your business,” Junsu spat back still trying to yank out of his grip.

Yoochun sigh and gritted his teeth, “Why you little…agghh, now I’m mad,” Trying to get Junsu to stop struggling he slammed him against the wall again. This time Junsu let out another stifled cry as his hands dropped down to his side. His eyes pressed into Yoochun’s as his lids closed and body slid down slowly. “Shit,” Yoochun mumbles letting the man drop down, passing out below him.

He decided to carry him back to bed, and it wasn’t even a hard task because the man was practically made of bones. Yoochun sat down watching the lifeless body on his bed and wondered why his hand was already over the man’s face. Fingers softly caressing his eye lids and down to his lips as Yoochun flushed feeling hard by the minute. “Hyung..” he heard him mumble for the second time now and then Yoochun bent down to his level.

“Yeah?” his deep voice whispered into the man’s ear even though he was probably calling for someone else. His scent was intoxicating and addicting and Yoochun found himself buried into the crook of his neck, lips pressed against his hot burning skin.

Chapter 2

Yoochun snuggled up closer to an addicting warmth as his eyes softly caress themselves to the sunlight, opening them slightly he found himself curled up against Junsu or rather the man was curled up against him. He thought it was strange that it didn’t frighten him much but rather amusing that he was so close to a man himself.

He took the opportunity to study the man’s face once more, from his gentle eyes, high cheek bones, and plum lips stained with a color of soft pink. His jaws were sharp, his nose like a button, very handsome from Yoochun’s perspective. He was just about to lift up the covers to allow his eyes a more vigorous journey when a familiar ring tone caught his ears.

Yoochun reached over to pick up his cell phone in disappointment, “Yes? Uh uh, I know. I will be there, right. Yes.” And then he hung up, blew out a frustrated breath of air as he sat up and adjusts himself gently so that he doesn’t wake the other man. As a result of the move Junsu snuggled up against him even more and Yoochun sighed.

Thoughts ran through his mind about the call. He didn’t want to go back and have family dinner and he definitely did not want to see ‘her’; his so called fiancé. He caressed Junsu’s back with a sad face while imagining his life tied down by his father’s company and married to someone he didn’t love.

Junsu woke up to find himself in the same room again, feeling a tad better than before. This time though he did not find the other man anywhere around. He decided he would head back ‘home’, and quickly stumbled into the bathroom to wash his face. “The hell?” he questions finding a red mark on his neck. He blinks a few times as if trying to recall what had happened earlier.

He ignored Yoochun’s note on the dinner table and quickly ran out of the flat. A series of fear and anger waved over him, “I’ll kill him!” Junsu cursed under his breath as he stepped into the streets. “He better pray I won’t see him again!”

3 DAYS LATER

Yoochun let out a breath of satisfaction as he tossed himself into the wide bed. Finally he was over and done with the family and tonight he would be heading home. If he didn’t have this hotel now he’d probably sleep in the car, how could one man possibly travel for that long of time? “What in the world?” he asks himself as his nose picks up a peculiar smell.

Definitely something that reeks and he did not enjoy it. What kind of crappy service is this? He asks himself as he quickly jumps up and decided it was the bed. Grabbing the phone nearby, he dialed room service and blasted some incoherent yelling right when somebody picked up.

Not too long after there was a knock on the door, “Room service!” Yoochun scrambles to his feet and rushed to open it.

“YA—!” he was about to scream again when he saw the other man’s face. “You?” his eyes quickly scanned down to his nametag.

The other was one just as surprised, “It’s you! You damn bastard!”

“Huh?” Yoochun eyes widen and ducks avoiding the other man’s punch.

“I knew something was abnormal with you!” Junsu screeched, “You gay freak!” he was near explosion, his face was heated up in a rush of anger.

Yoochun spared him a laugh capturing both of his angry wrists in his own hands, “Junsu ah,” he called, “Is this what you call room service?” his lips curved into an amusing smile. The guy was so cute when he’s angry.

Right. Junsu nearly forgot that he was at service here, but all he wants right now is to beat the crap out of this man. “Junsu! Is something the matter?” he turned his head to find a co worker standing at the door.

“Of course not,” Yoochun replied flatly slamming the door in front of him after he pulls Junsu in. “Go ahead, do your thing,” he directed to Junsu as he folded his arms across his head.

Junsu glared and went over to the bed as Yoochun stood a distance away. He walked up to the bed and lifted the covers but finds nothing, whatever smell Yoochun had described over the phone did not sound pleasing; therefore he didn’t want to probe the matter any longer. “We’ll get somebody to switch the sheets, you can have your room changed,” Junsu tuned and look at Yoochun whose eyes seems to be on him, in fact on a part of him that it didn’t need to be.

He knew it was obvious that he was more plumped there than the average man, but Yoochun is giving him the creeps. First the mysterious hicky and now this? On the other hand Yoochun finds it humorous to mess with Junsu’s mind. This guy was so stubborn but so interesting, forget about getting married and inheriting a huge business; the only thing he wants right now is entertainment from Junsu.

1 New Layout ft Jaejoong/Junsu

2008-05-14T04:00:19Z

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		{
		padding-left: 5px;
		margin-left: 15px;
		}

/*---------------------------------------------------------------------
  Entry - Current Mood, Music and Location
------------------------------------------------------------------------*/

.currents, .currentmood, .currentmusic {
		font-family: "Tahoma", "Verdana", sans-serif;
		font-size: 7pt;
		}

/*---------------------------------------------------------------------
  Entry - Comments
------------------------------------------------------------------------*/

.comments {
		font-family: "Tahoma", "Verdana", sans-serif;
		font-size: 7pt;
		text-align: right;
		background-color: transparent;
		padding: 0px 5px 0px 5px;
		position: relative;
		top: 15px;
		}

div.comments a, div.comments a:link, div.comments a:visited{
		color: #999999;
		}

div.comments a:hover {
		color: #899998!important;
		text-decoration: none!important;
		}

/*---------------------------------------------------------------------
  Entry - Separator
------------------------------------------------------------------------*/

.separator{
		/* for formatting separators between entries */
		height: 35px;
		}

/*------------------------------------------------------------
  Special friends page and comment page customization
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------*/

.userpicfriends {
		position: relative;
		float: left;
		padding: 5px;
		margin: 10px;
		text-align: center;
		border-style: solid;
		border-width: 1px;
		border-color: #EBE6DA;
		font-family: "Tahoma", "Verdana", sans-serif;
		font-size: 7pt;
		z-index: 15;
		}

/*------------------------------------------------------------
  Sidebar
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------*/

.defaultuserpic {
		text-align: center;
		}

.sbarheader {
		padding: 0px 5px 0px 5px;
		}

.sbarbody {
		padding: 0px 5px 0px 5px;
		}

.sbarbody2 {
		padding: 0 15px 0 15px;
		}

div#sidebar a, div#sidebar a:link, div#sidebar a:visited{
                 	color: #999999;
         		}

div#sidebar a:hover {
                 	color: #899998!important;
                 	text-decoration: none!important;
                	background-color: #transparent;
        		 }

/*------------------------------------------------------------
  Sidebar - Calendar
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------*/

table.calendar {
		margin-right: auto;
		margin-left: auto;
		}

.sbarcalendar {
		color: #999999;
		border-color: #EDEBDF;
		border-width: 1px;
		border-style: solid;
		text-align: center;
		font-family: "Tahoma", "Verdana", sans-serif;
		font-size: 7pt;
		}

.sbarcalendarposts {
		color: #D5D5D5;
		border-color:  #E2B1AF;
		border-width: 1px;
		border-style: solid;
		background-color: #E5DECE;
		text-align: center;
		font-family: "Tahoma", "Verdana", sans-serif;
		font-size: 7pt;
		}

/*------------------------------------------------------------
  Sidebar - link box contents and sidebar box titles
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------*/

ul.sbarlist{
		padding-left: 0px;
		margin-left: 0px;
		list-style: none;
		}

li.sbaritem {
		margin: 5px 2px 2px 2px;
		padding: 2px 2px 2px 7px;
		list-style: none;
		background: #E5DECE;
		}

li.sbaritem:hover {
		background: #EDEBDF!important;
		}

li.sbartitle
		{
		padding-left: 15px;
		list-style: none;
		border-style: solid;
		border-width: 0px;
		border-color: #cccccc;
		background-color: #E5DECE;
		margin-bottom: 8px;
		margin-top: 8px;
                text-transform: uppercase;
		}

/*----------------------------------------------------
  footer
----------------------------------------------------------------*/

#footer {
		width: 100%;
		text-align: right;
		font-family: "Tahoma", "Verdana", sans-serif;
		font-size: 7pt;
		font-weight: normal;
		letter-spacing: 3px;
		background-color: #EDEBDF;
		color: #899998;
		border-color: #cccccc;
		border-width: 0px;
		border-style: solid;
		z-index: 100;
		clear: both;
		}

ul.navfooter{
		padding: 0px;
		margin: 0px;
		}

ul.navfooter li  {
		display: inline;
		margin: 0 5px 0 5px;
		}

.clearfoot {
		clear: both;
		}

/*----------------------------------------------------
 Archive Pages
----------------------------------------------------------------*/

ul.year {
		text-align: center;
		padding-bottom: 40px;
		}

ul.year li {
		display: inline;
		}

table.yeartable {
		margin-left: auto;
		margin-right: auto;
		}

table.yeartable td.yeardate, table.yeartable td.yearday {
		border-width: 1px;
		border-style: solid;
		border-color: #999999;
		}

table.yeartable td.yearday {
		background-color: #EDEBDF;
		text-align: center;
		}

td.yearmonth {
		border-style: none;
		}

/*--------------------------------------------
Misc
-----------------------------------------*/

.clear {
		height: 15px;
		}
             
	.headerimage {
                         position: top center;
                         width:  699px;
                         height: 320px;
                         margin-left: auto;
                         margin-right: auto;
                         margin-bottom: 0 !important;
                         background-image: url("http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh196/mai-/layout/jaesupreyheader.jpg");
                         background-repeat: no-repeat;
                               }

extra FOB & icons:

IF JUST VIEWVING:
please leave a comment and tell me what you think :D

PLEASE:
1. comment& MUST credit if taking/using.
2. don't edit images, unless given permission.
3. css overrides by resplandor , i edited and added to it.
*userpic icons are made by me.

CREDITS:
pictures: dbsg
patterns: crazykira@deviantart.com

2 Layouts ft Jaejoong & BigBang

2008-05-12T05:13:18Z

/*---------------------------------------------------
Stylesheet By: Resplandor@livejournal.com
Style: S2 Flexible Squares 
Works best with: Free & Paid accounts
Browsers: Firefox // IE // Opera. 
-----------------------------------------------------*/

body	{
		background-color: #d5d5d5;
		text-align: justify;
		color: #000000;
		font-family: "Tahoma", "Verdana", sans-serif;
		font-size: 7pt;
		margin: 20px 0 20px 0;
		}

a, a:link, a:visited {
		color: #C55805;
		text-decoration: none;
		}

a:hover {
		color: #999999!important;
		text-decoration: none!important;
		}

p, td {
	    	font-size: 7pt;
		}

code, kbd, pre, tt {
	    	font-family: monospace;
		}

blockquote {
		margin-left: 15px 15px;
		padding: 5px;
		border-left: 1px dashed #dddddd;
		border-right: 1px dashed #dddddd;
		border-bottom: 1px dashed #dddddd;
		border-top: 1px dashed #dddddd;
		background-image: url();
		background-repeat: repeat;
		background-position: top left;
		}

/*---------------------------------------------------------------------
   General page alignment and width
------------------------------------------------------------------------*/

#content{
		width: 669px;
		margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;
		background-color: #000000;
		border-width: 0px;
		border-style: solid;
		border-color: #cccccc;
		padding: 15px;
		}

#maincontent {
		margin-top: 15px;
		font-family: "Tahoma", "Verdana", sans-serif;
		font-size: 7pt;
		background-color: #000000;
		color: #999999;
		border-style: solid;
		border-color: #cccccc;
		border-width: 0px;
		margin-right: 180px;
		text-align: justify;
		}

#sidebar {
		padding-top: 15px;
		margin-top: 15px;
		background-color: #000000;
		border-color: #cccccc;
		border-width: 0px;
		border-style: solid;
	  	font-size: 7pt;
		font-family: "Tahoma", "Verdana", sans-serif;
	  	color: #C55805;
		width: 160px;
		float:right;
		text-align: justify;                 
		}

/*-----------------------------------------------------------------------------
   Header 
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------*/

#header {
		width: 100%;
		padding: 10px 0px 20px 0px;
		margin: 0px;
		text-align: center;
		font-family: "Tahoma", "Verdana", sans-serif;
		font-size: 7pt;
		font-weight: normal;
                          text-transform: none;
		letter-spacing: 3px;
		border-style: solid;
		border-color: #cccccc;
		border-width: 0px;
		background-color: #000000;
                          background-image: url("");
		color: #999999;
		}

/*look  and color of links (also partly for footer)*/
	div#header a, div#header a:link, div#header a:visited, div#footer a, div#footer a:link, div#footer a:visited {
		color: #999999;
                    	}

div#header a:hover, div#footer a:hover {
		color: #999999;
		text-decoration: none;
                border-top: 3px solid;
                border-color: #C55805;
		}

/*title and subtitle*/
	.title	{
     display: none;
     }

.subtitle{
     display: none;
     }

/*-----------------------------------------------------------------------------
   Header - top navigation
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------*/

/* header -- links to views; title of journal; subtitle of journal */

ul.navheader
		{
		padding: 0px;
		margin: 0px;
		}

ul.navheader li  {
		display: inline;
		padding: 0 3px 0 3px;
		}

/*-----------------------------------------------------------------------------
   Entry 
------------------------------------------------------------------------*/

.subcontent {
		}

.entry	{
		margin: 0px 10px 10px 10px;
		padding: 10px;
		background-color: #000000;
		color: #999999;
		font-family: "Tahoma", "Verdana", sans-serif;
		font-size: 7pt;
		text-align: justify;
		border-width: 0px;
		border-color: #969696;
		border-style: solid;
		}

.userpic {
		position: relative;
		float: left;
		background-color:transparent;
		padding: 5px;
		margin: 10px;
		z-index: 15;
		border-width: 0px;
		border-color: #cccccc;
		border-style: solid;
		}

.date {
		line-height: 200%;
		top: 5px;
		color: #D2D2D2;
		font-family: "Tahoma", "Verdana", sans-serif;
		font-size: 7pt;
		}

.subject {
					
                          padding: 2px;
                          font-weight: light;
                          font-size: 7pt;
                          color:#C55805;
                          font-family: "Tahoma", "Verdana", sans-serif;
                          text-align: left;                   
                          text-transform:uppercase;
                          background-color: #0C0D0F;
                          background-image: url(''); 
                          background-repeat: repeat;
                          letter-spacing: 2pt;
                          }