~missing the muses~

FIC- A drastic change [4/?]

boredkitty — Mon, 15 Nov 2010 02:01:58 GMT

Title: A drastic change [4/?]
Pairing: Eunhyuk/Donghae (Eunhae) maybe more in future chapters.
Rating: PG-13 in this chapter
Summary: There is a mystery surrounding a monster that's turning people into werewolves and murdering them after their first shift, Eunhyuk is asked to investigate the issue with the help of the only victim that could be saved and brought into a pack. Too bad that Eunhyuk hates packs and Donghae has very bad instincts. AU of course
Warnings: Some violence, werewolves, bad words.

A/N: Hello again! I'm sorry for the wait, these last weeks have been chaotic as hell, and I wont be too optimistic about the rest of this month ~___~ anyways, as you have noticed, my gorgeous beta isn't credited up there, this is because I was too impatient and not willing to be a pain in the ass to her when I know she's also very busy, so bare with the mistakes you see, I'll edit it corrected as soon as possible, if you see anything too horrible please comment and I'll correct it to stop hurting eyes 8D;;;

I loved writing this chapter, so I hope you enjoy it too!~ and if you have time to comment I will be really happy :3 ENJOY!

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Hyukjae tripped, fell, got tangled, cut himself, and got bruises over really stupid things all the time. Donghae only noticed that small flaw in the character of his alleged savior on the morning of the day after the revelation of him begin still in danger of murder.

Donghae never had someone else's character so wrong in his life.

Jungsoo and Hangeng agreed for Donghae to sleep in Hyukjae's room (without the latter's consent because in the beta's words, who cares), and made some improvised bed on the floor for him in which Hyukaje ended up sleeping after some bickering.

Donghae finally could watch the other for a long amount of time, and noticed that “cool” or “badass” where really not words to describe Hyukjae, at least not in a relatively normal environment.

He doubted that someone cool could trip over the same thing thrice in less than five minutes, or have dragon ball socks for that matter.

“Don't tell me your underwear has teddy bears or something like that, Hyukjae.” he said feeling some sort of dismay after a wave of revelations that came to him in such a short amount of time.

“Of course not.” said the other distractedly while brushing his teeth; Donghae sighed in relief. “It's strawberries.”

When Hyukjae smiled and some toothpaste drool slipped from his mouth, Donghae started to doubt his safety.

The night before had been uneventful after their short meeting with Jungsoo and Hangeng, Hyukjae was exhausted and didn't even bother to change before falling sleep on the bed growling Donghae something that sounded like 'don't come close to me if you don't want nasty surprises, good night, and don't wake me up.' Donghae was actually (for some odd reason he couldn't explain) really tired too. It didn't took him long to fall asleep and wake up to Hyukjae's parade of stupidity.

“You're really lame, Hyukjae, why didn't I notice before?” He said that morning without thinking, because, really, being sleepy was really bad for his restrain, and intelligence. Hyukjae just looked at him without expression.

“Ask Hageng-hyung, I'm sure you two can share impressions about my flaws.” Said the other simply while folding his clothes neatly. Donghae panicked.

“I'm sorry! I didn't... I was.... I just...” He heard a soft chuckle and met a smirk on Hyukjae's face. “...you're... you're not... you know, angry?”

Hyukjae shrugged while focusing on his collection of hats, his hands touching each of them and Donghae found himself staring the action with attention “I don't really care about what people think about me” he said finally stopping in front of a gray hat with a black feather on a side. “and you're stupid when you wake up so your blatant honesty is slightly amusing”

“I'm not the one that trips over the same pair of shoes thrice on the same day.” Donghae was sure that Hyukjae was about to reply (he wasn't sure if the reply was going to be violent, tough), when a phone suddenly rang. “Aren't you going to pick that up?” he added slowly.

“...Right” Carefully, Hyukjae picked up the phone as if it was a bomb “Hello?” and suddenly his face relaxed and a smirk crossed his face “Oh it's you, I'm busy right now, you know, how is it that you always call when I'm busy or on the verge of dying?” A laugh and some silence “About what?” More silence, and suddenly Hyukjae's face got serious “Yes, but it must wait until tomorrow night.” He sent a look at Donghae “I'll call you, don't do anything stupid, or at least anything stupid that I wouldn't do.” he hang up sighing heavily

“What was that about?”

“A contact, she...uh, has some sort of information that can help your case, she wanted us to meet today.”

“And why don't you go?” Hyukjae looked at him like he was sprouting horns.

“Today's your shift, you idiot, I'm not leaving you alone.”

“Oh...”

“We're going to see her tomorrow night, now get up and lets get some food.”

Hyukjae was gone before Donghae could even process the information.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

No one could tell precisely how did the shift feel, it was unique for everyone, the pain and the uncomfortable feeling before were similar, but as people coped with pain in various ways, the shift was also as different as there were werewolves in the world.

Donghae felt jumpy and stressed, he wanted to punch and kick things, and from time to time people. He wanted to bite, to scratch, to run away. And only half a day had passed.

Hyukjae was patient, but couldn't be with Donghae all the time, Hangeng and Jungsoo also kept him company, since the others were restless with the growing presence of someone stressed and on edge in the house and the wolf in Donghae was terrified of almost everyone too.

Donghae was starting to consider biting his arm off, when Hyukjae appeared next to him.

“Lets take a walk before someone murders you.” he said simply.

Going out the house and walking next to the forest helped Donghae, suddenly all the tension in his muscles was almost completely gone, he opted to walk next to Hyukjae because something in the way the other smelled made him feel more at peace.

|“I... can feel your smell.” He said suddenly.

“Of course you do, you always did, but right now, your body recognizes it as “smell” and not as“feel” it's part of the shift.”

“So when I was in your room and I stopped being scared...”

“You smelled something that made you feel calmer, yes.”

“I bet it wasn't your socks...” He received a smack as a reply.

“Shut up, I can still leave you here alone, you know.” Hyukjae was smiling a little, so Donghae had to doubt how honest was that threat.

They spent a few hours like that until Donghae couldn't help but scratch his arm violently while feeling like something wanted to crawl out his skin. “I feel like I'm going to die.”

“It's ok, we only have a few hours until the full moon and your shift, just try to relax a little.”

“Easy for you to say.” He wanted to cry, and scream, and laugh, and maybe hurt himself, and hurt Hyukjae, maybe cling to him a little too, he opted for scratching his arm. “This sucks...” He heard the other sigh loudly before coming closer to Donghae.

“Lets try something.” was the only thing he could hear before being wrapped in a warm embrace, Hyukjae's smell filling his nostrils made his body relax suddenly and he heard a small whimper that he couldn't believe came from his own throat, something akin to embarrassment crossed his mind but right now it was more relevant to cling to the other as if his life depended to it.

It sure felt like it.

Both were silent for a while, Donghae didn't know how much time had passed but after a while even Hyukjae's hug wasn't comfortable. The other should have felt it, because he let go, expression unreadable.

Donghae got scared.

“No!” was the first thing he said while grabbing Hyukjae's arm “don't... don't go... I'm... I...don't...”

“I'm not leaving, I told you I was going to be with you in all of this, right? Try to calm down” Donghae felt like crying again, he was scared of all of this, the shift was horrible and he wasn't sure if he wanted to feel like this again. He was clinging to Hyukjae's arm, who was awfully calm. Donghae wanted to punch him. “Breathe, it's almost time.”

Time was passing in an odd way, he wasn't sure if hours, minutes or days were passing, he couldn't remember when he got there, when did Hyukjae ordered him to strip, when did he ended up sitting on Hyukjae's lap while the other petted his hair. Everything hurt so much.

And suddenly, a scream and blackness.

He woke up still as a human, still naked on top of Hyukjae that was looking at him worriedly.

“It's time.” said the other simply as he helped the other from his lap to a sitting position on the grass.

The first thing he felt was a tingling sensation in his belly that crawled all over his body, it was nice, like sparks massaging him whole. Until they started to burn him violently, destroying his skin, he could feel them breaking his bones, making his blood boil, breaking him completely, and he couldn't even scream because there was something in his throat hurting him too.

He was dying, he could feel it.

It felt like an eternity before he could feel something besides pain, it was warm, he was naked, he knew he left his clothes next to a tree, but he was warm, he tried to look at himself, first his hands.

There weren't any hands, just paws, big hairy paws. Suddenly he remembered; shift, change, wolf, human. He shifted.

“You look good.” He felt his ear twitch in attention and turned to see Hyukjae smiling at him, something inside him felt warm at the sight of the other “How are you feeling?” He let go a small whimper, because it hurt like hell.

The rational part of him told him he should feel tired, but everything was so new and he was more than eager to try his new form. Hyukjae came closer “Chocolate, it fits you.” he said while examining Donghae's fur “OK, wanna test your new legs?”

A few minutes later two wolves were running around, Hyukjae as some sort of leader (Donghae, with his nose, noticed that Hyukjae was in no way an alpha or even a beta wolf) led the way, showing the younger the wonders of being a wolf, they drank water from a river, he taught him how to hunt, how to eat fresh meat, and even if a few hours later, Donghae as human would feel nauseous at the thought of killing and eating a rabbit, as a wolf he was thrilled.

Donghae saw the moon and felt a profound sadness that led him to howl with passion at the satellite, he howled and heard some response from other dogs and wolves around, his pain flooded from his throat and as a wolf he didn't understand very much what was all that sadness inside him, he just wanted to let it go.

Hyukjae was a quiet figure next to him all the time.

~*~*~*

It didn't took much more for Donghae to feel exhausted, and Hyukjae led the way to their clothes, they shifted (Donghae noticed it wasn't as painful) and changed quietly.

“Let's go” said Hyukjae smiling “The others will ask you everything tomorrow, so you need to rest.” He only nodded, not trusting his voice, everything was so strange, he was still Lee Donghae, he knew it, but something was also different, he didn't notice when he started to cling on Hyukjae's arm again.

The other didn't say a word.

When they were finally in their room (and Hyukjae managed to hit himself with one of his bags) Donghae felt much better.

“Thank you.”

“Shut up.”

“...What?”

“Don't say thank you, or I'll kick your ass, now go to sleep.”

“...You're so weird.”

“That's more like it, now sleep.”

“Hyukjae?”

“What?”

“Will it be alright?”

“... I don't know.”

“I'm scared.”

“I know.”

“You should lie to me.”

“I know, but I wont.”

“...Hyukjae?”

“What?”

“Can I sleep with you?”

And he did.

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FIC-Those are the chances we take [2/?]

boredkitty — Sun, 17 Oct 2010 00:39:55 GMT

Title: "Those are the Chances we Take" 2/?
Pairing: Eunhyuk/Donghae (Eunhae) Because I'm really original.
Rating: PG-13 in this chapter
Summary: Detectives get caught up in weird and dangerous situations and meet with even more dangerous people on their way. That's the life of the private detective. Lee Donghae is not the exception. AU
Warnings: Guns, lame attempts of smart dialogue, violence, detectives, suits, mocking of deficient fashion sense.
Beta: The Donghae of my Eunhyuk wookism

A/N: It's been a while, I'm sorry D: I've been really busy. I wanted to leave you guys this update because I'll be traveling next week and will be unable to even use a computer, I'm sorry for the short chapter but I have the feeling that this fic works better in short chapters. Anyway, ENJOY~

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The first thing he noticed was that he was recovering consciousness, which meant that he must have had to lose it at some point in the first place. This lead him to believe that he was drugged. The lack of response of his fingers or even his eyelids confirmed his theory.

The second thing he noticed was that he was moved from his office. He was positive that there wasn't space for a bed between his desk and the front door. Also, everything smelled different. There was a faint smell of smoke, coffee, powder, and humidity.

The third thing he noticed was that his leg was hurting like a bitch, and he had to wonder why it was the third and not the first thing he noticed.

His eyes started to feel less heavy, so he tried to open them just enough to be able to recognize his surroundings but to avoid being noticed if he was accompanied. He also procured to maintain his breathing in a relaxed rhythm.

He was in a small room. He could see the door in front of him semi-open, letting a little ray of light (artificial, he noted) enter the room. He quickly scanned the room to notice that he was completely alone, no guards, no rich crazy shooter guy, he wasn't even tied. That meant that he wasn't considered a threat and that they (he liked to think in plural because that made him feel important, in an “organized crime needs me” way) were sure that he wouldn't be able to escape. After a few minutes of testing his extremities (he couldn't feel them, but they moved), he decided to go out and investigate. He felt almost naked with the familiar weight of his revolver missing from his waist. Nonetheless he decided to get out of the little room in which he was confined.

He decided that was a very bad idea when he was welcomed with a really painful and bright shoe on his stomach followed by a leg that sent him to the floor of the room he was in at the beginning.

“Oops...”

The pair of shiny shoes (he could only focus on them) walked toward him and stopped just in front of what he supposed were his own legs.

“What the hell was in that thing you made me give him?” said the left shoe. He found it weirder that the shoe talked without having lips, or moving its soles (like they did in those morning cartoons that he will deny until death that he watched) than the fact that a shoe was talking.

“Mainly Lorazepam?” answered the right shoe with a deeper and huskier voice.

The left shoe made a noise that he translated to annoyed “If you kill him...”

“Technically” said the right shoe in the same unaffected tone “you would have killed him, you shot him and then kicked him.” he briefly wondered how could a shoe shoot people. “Oh don't worry, kid, he's just very, very, very, very, drugged. My sedatives may be strong, but they haven't killed people... in a long time.”

“How long will he be like this?” asked the ventriloquist (he decided that was the only answer) left shoe.

The right shoe kept quiet for a little while “A couple of hours, he was unconscious for a long time, so I think he slept most of the effect off. He'll have lucid moments and then he'll feel... well, high again. I'll bring him some food later. You take him to the bed and keep him warm. He'll feel cold soon.”

“Why me?” the shoe sounded angry.

“Well... you shot the guy.”

After some curses the room was quiet again. The shoes started to move, but stopped talking; he suddenly felt sleepy.

“Donghae?”

It was the voice of the left shoe, but it was far away. He kept quiet, he learned not to talk without knowing the risks. He frowned and wondered why shoes could laugh in that room too.

“You're saying everything out loud.” said the shoe, “Also, I'm not a shoe.”

“Yes you are. I'm looking at you, shoe.”

“You are horribly drugged,” said the shoe that was not a shoe, “Let me help you to bed.”

“Shoes don't have arms, or legs, or hands.”

“Then it's good I'm not a shoe, isn't it?”

He felt his body being lifted and dragged with difficulty across the room until he was dropped ungracefully on a soft surface he recognized as the bed he woke up on before.

“You're too heavy to be so short,” he heard the shoe's voice say, only that it didn't came from a shoe but from a suit, a gray suit.

A gray suit.

“Maybe you're too weak to be a guy that shoots random people in their offices,” he felt something soft, warm and very welcome on his body. He just noticed it was freezing in there.

“Oh, so you're still not making any sense but at least you managed to remember me.”

“It's hard to forget the jerk who shoots you in the leg, believe me.”

“Oh I believe you, but don't worry. It wasn't a bullet, just a dart with drugs that hurts like one.”

“I feel relieved.”

The guy in the suit (whose face wasn't very clear yet, so he decided that the guy or wasn't very memorable looking or was just plain ugly) sat next to him on the bed.

“So why am I here?”

The guy kept quiet for a few seconds before saying simply, “I'm still not authorized to tell you anything.”

“I liked you better when you were a shoe.”

“And I liked you better when you were like a corpse.”

“Where is my gun?”

“Your Beretta? Really pretty revolver. I'll give it back when you stop thinking about shooting me.”

“So I'll never have it back?”

He heard a small chuckle.

“We'll discuss it when you wake up, Donghae.”

He then noticed he was falling asleep quickly.

“Wait” he managed to say. He saw what he thought was the guy (he could only see blurry shapes at that specific moment) stopping from getting up from where he was sitting on bed.

“You didn't give me your name.”

The guy got up from the bed, and walked towards the door.

“I don't have a name,” he said calmly, “you can call me Eunhyuk, though.”

“That's a really fake-sounding name,” he managed to say before his eyes closed completely.

Before he managed to fall in a profound dreamless sleep, he heard Eunhyuk say in amused voice, “Say that to the boss when you wake up.”

Then nothing.

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FIC- A drastic change [3/?]

boredkitty — Sun, 03 Oct 2010 23:49:33 GMT

Title: A drastic change [3/?]
Pairing: Eunhyuk/Donghae (Eunhae) maybe more in future chapters.
Rating: PG-13 in this chapter
Summary: There is a mystery surrounding a monster that's turning people into werewolves and murdering them after their first shift, Eunhyuk is asked to investigate the issue with the help of the only victim that could be saved and brought into a pack. Too bad that Eunhyuk hates packs and Donghae has very bad instincts. AU of course
Warnings: Some violence, werewolves, bad words.
Beta: the sugar in my coffee wookism

A/N: I'm really sorry it took this long D: I've been really busy to post even if this was half done a while ago, please enjoy!! also I made a super sexy masterlist so check it for updates ;3

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Hyukjae came back two days later only wearing his pants, and a scowl on his face.

Hangeng, who knew him better than anyone, decided that it was better for the rest of the pack to stay in the house while he discussed things with the younger wolf.

He couldn't even say hi, before Hyukjae fainted on his arms; of course the stupid idiot had to exhaust himself.

Of course.

~*~*~*~

Donghae had trouble staying in the main house.

He was jumpy and nervous all the time. The plethora of stronger smells were scaring him and every time someone talked to him, he would whimper and try to stay as far away from the other as possible.

It was his inner wolf, Hangeng told him. He was scared because he couldn't show himself yet, and felt at disadvantage, that was the reason they didn't want him in the house yet, he wasn't born as a werewolf. He still couldn't control his instincts, and panic could be dangerous on those cases.

Apparently whatever made Hyukjae run away was even more dangerous for him than pure uncontrolled panic.

At first they assigned him a room, but he couldn't even sit down without starting to tremble.

Twenty minutes in the house (and after getting over the shock of Hyukjae's sudden departure) and not even Ryeowook could fake patience towards Donghae.

Hangeng showed him his room.

Three hours later he showed Donghae Hyukjae's room.

It was like a spell.

Something in the room made him feel at peace; the fear was still there, but he could look at Hangeng in the eye without feeling paranoia building in him.

“I knew it...” he heard Hangeng say, and just when he was about to ask, he got interrupted “stay in here and don't come out.” Then he left.

Hangeng was such a difficult guy.

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If Donghae didn't know better he would have said that Hyukjae was hibernating.

Hangeng brought him the morning of the second day, told Donghae he fainted, and he would probably wake up at the end of the day.

“He's stupid, doesn't know when to stop pushing himself” said the beta after leaving Hyukjae on the bed of his room. “Stay in here, Donghae, keep him company. He'll get angry when he sees your face.”

Donghae raised an eyebrow.

“If he's going to get angry, why don't you stay?”

Hangeng gave him a slightly insane smile.

“Because he will get angry when he sees you,” he repeated as if that was the perfect explanation.

After Hangeng left (without explaining anything, as usual) Donghae turned to look a the sleeping figure of Hyukjae.

With only a pair of pants, the cold morning made him shiver in his sleep. Donghae decided to cover the poor guy with a shirt, trying to not focus too much on every bit of skin he got to touch while dressing him. Hyukjae didn't even flinch.

'He's so pale right now'

Donghae couldn't imagine what happened to the other, he looked so full of life and strong just two days ago, now he just looked dead. And Donghae felt suddenly tired.

When Ryeowook entered the room to give Donghae his lunch, he found him sleeping curled next to Hyukjae's unconscious figure.

He let them sleep.

That wonderful smell was so close to him that the only thing he wanted to do was to bring it even closer, maybe rub himself with it, make that smell part of him, his property.

Why wasn't it already his?

Some part of him remembered that smell from a few days ago. He was containing himself, but he couldn't recollect why would anyone try to stop the utter happiness that the smell made him feel.

“Hyukjae, wake up.”

He growled something close to a shut up while nuzzling closer to the source of his current bliss.

“Hyukjae, please.”

He couldn't remember being more annoyed in his life.

“I can't breathe.”

When Hyukjae opened his eyes, he found that he had somehow managed to tangle his legs with Donghae's and bring the other so close to his body that his face was trapped between Hyukjae's chest and his arm.

That fucking wolf.

“Why are you here?” growled Hyukjae after disentangling himself from Donghae's body opting to ignore the loss and coldness he felt after doing so. He was glad that his weakness and sheer lack of energy impeded him to get aroused in the previous obscene cuddling session he just initiated.

“Hangeng-hyung told me to keep you company after he brought you.”

Hyukjae sighed and grimaced.

“Did Hangeng-hyung also tell you to stay in my room while I was gone?”

“Yes, but how did you...?”

“It reeks of you.”

“Oh, I'm sorry.”

Hyukjae just shrugged and closed his eyes again, while facing the ceiling.

“I guess you want me to leave, then?” Donghae started to move to get up of the bed. Hyukjae moved to grab Donghae's arm. “Hyukjae?”

“Stay.” he said simply, then took his cellphone, that lay forgotten next to him on the night table and dialed quickly.

“Hyung, Donghae and I are very hungry and would appreciate some food, you should come here with it so I can tell you in person how much I hate you,” and then hung up. He noticed Donghae looking at him.

I want to ask you something,” Donghae asked quietly “before the others get in here...”

Hyukjae kept quiet, “I was really scared when I was in here. I felt like everyone wanted to hurt me.” he then raised his head to look straight at Hyukjae's eyes “until I came in here, and suddenly I was feeling better. Why?”

Hyukjae growled.

He hated explaining things, he was horrible at that kind of stuff, not that he didn't like to talk, but this was a sensible subject and he hated sensible subjects.

“Because I'm the best guy in this house and your nose noticed first than the rest of you, of course.”

“You're a horrible liar.”

“You're annoying a guy who's weak and exhausted, how dare you doubt me.”

They spent the six minutes that took Hangeng to get to the room, bickering about whatever they wanted. Donghae, Hyukjae noticed, had a terrible attention span.

Donghae had to wonder how did Hyukjae manage to look fearless in front of Hangeng and Jungsoo. He had that challenging stare all the time, and was able to object to whatever they had to say. He stood in front of a pair that intimidated Donghae more than his mother the day she found him drinking with his school friends.

“Aren't you going to tell us?” he heard Jungsoo say with an annoyed tone and his arms crossed. Hyukjae just kept eating.

“You know, that Ryeowook guy really knows how to cook. I need to congratulate him, maybe hire him too.”

Donghae couldn't help but snort, Hangeng rolled his eyes and Jungsoo frowned.

It was clear no one was going to get anything useful until Hyukjae stopped inhaling the spaghetti Ryeowook made.

Five minutes later, the room was in silence. Hangeng decided to sit on Hyukjae's bed and play with his cellphone. Jungsoo was staring out the window and Donghae was sticking close to Hyukjae while the latter finished his meal (and whatever Donghae left, because he was apparently really hungry).

“So two days ago...”

Three sets of eyes focused on Hyukjae.

“Two days ago you left us Donghae by the door and ran away like a madman, madwolf... whatever.” resumed Hangeng quickly. Hyukjae ignored him.

“Hyung, do you remember that time when you found out that we were unknowingly helping a vengeful mermaid to destroy a guy's life only because he didn't wait for her? And we found out and decided to stop working for her and then she...”

“Started to seduce and eat every human slightly similar to the other guy until I had to... yeah I remember.”

Both of them shuddered.

“Apparently by rescuing Donghae here, you guys did something kind of similar, because the corpse I saw last night, looked like you,” he looked at Donghae who gulped nervously, “and was certainly not turned before he was killed.”

He couldn't help feeling the weight on his stomach and his throat getting suddenly dry.

Did someone, really die in his place?

“You think this will keep up?” asked an angry looking alpha.

“I don't know,” said Hyukjae frowning a little, “This is really strange, that thing wanted someone to sense the murder, it was a message.”

All of them kept quiet thinking exactly the same.

He still wants Donghae.

"Those are the Chances we Take" Eunhae AU [1/?]

boredkitty — Mon, 20 Sep 2010 04:09:46 GMT

Title: "Those are the Chances we Take"
Pairing: Eunhyuk/Donghae (Eunhae) Because I'm really original.
Rating: PG-13 in this chapter
Summary: Detectives get caught up in weird and dangerous situations and meet with even more dangerous people on their way. That's the life of the private detective. Lee Donghae is not the exception. AU
Warnings: Guns, lame attempts of smart dialogue, violence, detectives, suits, mocking of deficient fashion sense.
Beta: My better half wookism

A/N: You are very much welcome to punch me for starting another story, but I couldn't help myself. If you've been reading my werewolf AU, don't worry, the third chapter is almost finished. This universe in particular will take more effort since I have to research a little (mainly about guns and such). I hope you enjoy this short chapter and leave some love on the comments~

He would think he was in some kind of movie if it wasn't because he doubted a hero of the big screen would have to help an old lady to find out if his (cheating, bastard, piece of shit, waste of air) ex husband was treating their (adorable, cute, perfect) dog, because of course he had to take the animal with him as some sort of twisted revenge. He would never understand rich people.

Idiotic but profitable works aside, he though he could dream about being some kind of character in an exciting but dark story, he would be the detective, always looking out the window of his office, coffee in one hand and some documents on the other (never a cigarette, not even his romantic self would make him smoke, it was about the stench in his clothes), the rain would fall heavily, and some unfortunate pedestrians would be running trying to shelter themselves from the sudden bad weather. An offended scream would be heard, a car splashed a woman and her expensive dress would be ruined; the car wouldn't even slow down. He would listen to a sigh not even noticing it was his.

It would be black and white because he liked the way the lack of color portrayed the city, the effect played with imagination, his imagination, any imagination. The car could be green, or black, or red, the lady's ruined dress could be made of red silk or maybe some gray disgustingly expensive fabric. Whatever it is, he would surely be thinking about his last case, an easy one, he would say, some old school tailing of a mafia member to get enough proof to incriminate him, a request from an old friend from the police; he would do it, he wasn't bound to legality, anyway.

Lost in his thoughts he would hear a faint knock on his door, more like caresses than hits, the door would open and a beautiful lady will appear; expensive dress, a leather purse, covered in tasteful jewels, beautiful lips, beautiful body, evil eyes. She would float around his office and will tell him, in an affected and whispering voice about her tragedy, how awful her life was due to some sort of circumstances (his mind was too busy picturing the girl to bother himself in imagining the case too), and will tell him that he'll be covered with money at the end of the month if everything worked.

His fantasy would always end like that, it was like a curse, as if his own mind was telling him that this scenario will never be, and he was an idiot for spending so much time just thinking about what would be.

Until it was.

It wasn't in black and white, and he was wearing a brown jacket, white shirt, some old pants, a black tie and worn out hat. His office still had the same ugly flowery yellow wallpaper that he could never afford to change, his desk was second hand and the wood was peeling on the sides. It wasn't even raining, and there was no disgustingly rich lady being splashed by a car.

The only things that fitted with his fantasy was him daydreaming (but that was routine), and the shy knock on his office's door. He expected an exuberant woman entering with a cold look in his eyes, and a sexy pout, all wrapped in a silk dress (the color was subject of modification).

The guy (guy!) that entered to his office, was dressed with a nice gray suit, a little dirty, but clearly expensive, a black tie and white shirt, leather shoes, and an overall rich boy aura.

He forgot all about his fantasy and expected to be trusted with some sort of stupid easy case.

The guy's voice was a hurried whisper “Are you Donghae?”

He learned to never give information before getting something in exchange so he raised an eyebrow and waited.

“Well.” the unknown guy continued “The horrible office and your ugly clothes make me believe you are”

“Hey, my clothes are not ugly.” The guy smiled. Shit.

“So you are Donghae.”

Then he shot the discovered Donghae on the leg.

NEXT

FIC- A drastic change [2/?]

boredkitty — Tue, 31 Aug 2010 01:02:57 GMT

Title: A drastic change [2/?]

Pairing: Eunhyuk/Donghae (Eunhae) maybe more in future chapters.
Rating: PG-13 in this chapter
Summary: There is a mystery surrounding a monster that's turning people into werewolves and murdering them after their first shift, Eunhyuk is asked to investigate the issue with the help of the only victim that could be saved and brought into a pack. Too bad that Eunhyuk hates packs and Donghae has very bad instincts. AU of course
Warnings: Some violence, werewolves, bad words.
Beta: My boo wookism

A/N: Second chapter!!! I told this one is eating my brain, right? I've been writing nonstop, so maybe you'll have the third chapter sooner than expected! Enjoy!~

Donghae used to have a routine.

He used to wake up at nine and curl up in bed just as he did when he was a little kid. Ten minutes later, the covers started to get annoying and he would kick them away from his body. When the bed started to get cold again, he would finally get out of it and drag himself to the bathroom. There, Donghae would brush his teeth while still feeling the faint touch of the pillow on his cheek. He then would shower, trying to scare away the sleep from his body and give some sort of shape to his hair.

In the middle of his shower, he would curse loudly because of course, he was too sleepy to remember to get his clothes ready; and now he would have to get his ass frozen for an abnormal amount of time in the quest for a pair of clean underwear.

One would think that a naked Donghae running around his small apartment was a rare occurrence.

One would be very wrong.

It was a little before ten when he sat on his bed, finally fully clothed and with a cup of coffee in his hand, that he would call his mother.

They would talk about anything. To him, talking to his mother was more about listening to her voice, than about telling her something. She would tell him to be careful, to keep up the good work, and that “a call to your brother wouldn't hurt you, Donghae.” He would laugh and tell her, that they actually get to talk from time to time, and he shouldn't be the son she was scolding for not calling.

After the call he would feel happy, and ready to get to work.

Donghae wasn't a guy that liked to have a stable life. He couldn't imagine himself in a office and a suit, working eight hours a day in front of a desk for a mediocre pay. He was made for an irregular lifestyle; small works and a somehow wide variation of salaries just appropriate to his wide variation of activities that would let him survive, and even live well on random months.

He liked his life, because no matter how bad things could look, he was, in a very elemental way, free and satisfied with what he had.

All of those disappeared when some freak decided to attack him and turn him into a monster.

The only thing he was able to hold onto, was the daily call to his mother, but he wasn't sure he would be able to talk to her normally.

He only called her once after the attack.

He told her that he was okay, just a little busy. Maybe he would have to take a trip for a few days, that he loved her but wouldn't be able to call her as much as he did before, she shouldn't worry of course, he was fine, and to please say hello to his brother.

Donghae decided to end every part of his old routine, and it was killing him.

~*~*~*~

“The others told me a little about you.”

It was the day after Hyukjae and Donghae's first meeting. This time, the first was alone, dressed in black as always and looking at Donghae with some sort of amused interest.

“They did?” said Donghae, trying to give Hyukjae a cold look while trying to ignore the uneasiness he felt around the other.

Hyukjae entered Donghae's room without asking for permission and started walking around.

“They told me you cut your family out of your life after you had the enough force to pick up the phone.”

“Are you going to tell me that it was stupid of me? That I shouldn't have done that? Because, hey, I can always fake being okay over the phone.”

Hyukjae's eyes rose from the book he was looking at, to stare directly at Donghae., expression indecipherable.

“I was going to tell you that if you're going to die for your loved ones, you should at least change phone numbers.”

“...I was just going to throw away my phone, or something like that.”

Hyukjae looked at Donghae like he was stupid, and something inside him was really pissed off for ending things like an idiot in front of him.

He wasn't sure he wanted to know why.

“Do that, and you would be kind of stupid. We may be half animals but that doesn't mean we aren't humans in our routines and lifestyles.”

And as if to prove that, Hyukjae showed Donghae his own cellphone.

“I would need to call you from time to time while I'm working on your case anyways. I'm not going to howl at the moon in hopes that you listen to me.”

Donghae smiled, “You have a terrible sense of humor.”

Hyukjae smiled too, “Hangeng-hyung is not the best public to practice getting better at entertaining with, you know.”

“Is it...when you...”

“It is, I would love to lie to you, Donghae,” the way Hyukjae said his name made him (and that terrified Donghae a lot) feel warm, “but I find lying about the shift, stupid, even if everyone else does it. It hurts, because your body will change, of course you have changed from what you were, but your first shift will be something entirely different.”

“How was it for you?” he heard himself ask before he could stop, and cursed mentally, stupid curiosity.

“Horrible, painful, traumatic, and the perfect excuse to run away.”

“...You sure know how to make people feel better, Hyukjae.”

Hyukjae smiled at him, a gummy and bright smile that made Donghae dizzy for a while.

“I try my best.”

~*~*~*~

To Hyukjae, bad luck was tripping and falling. Bad luck was getting cut with a knife, hell, bad luck was almost getting eaten by a liama because you're too drunk to notice.

But this, this wasn't bad luck. This was different. This was a whole new kind of conspiracy to make his life a living hell.

Wolves had a quite good censorial memory. They could remember sounds, feelings and scents; those would linger more than words in a wolf's memory. He was no exception, and right now, he was cursing that ability with all his soul.

He couldn't forget that Donghae guy's smell.

And he knew the reason, and hated it, and wanted to break everything around him in sheer frustration, because it was just his luck to have a traumatized guy that was turned by force, as a mate.

His mate.

He was in desperate need of a walk, but that, of course, had to wait because, of course, Jungsoo, the pacific alpha wanted to talk about the case.

The only thing Hyukjae wanted to do to the case was stab it, burn it and forget everything about it.

Too bad there was some sort of sense of duty in him.

Two days with the pack and he could already recognize each of them by smell. He could sense their mistrust towards him, their animosity.

The first one that decided to talk to him was named Sungmin, and behind that cute face was the strength to crush Hyukjae's skull. He could sense it, and was kind of glad that other found in him something to like.

After Sungmin, he met Youngwoon, and somehow, the big guy decided to like him. Apparently, in the pack, they used to like and try to trust quickly, Hyukjae was glad; he was sure most of them could kill him in a fair fight.

The trust of the others let Hyukjae focus on other things. Like the wolf that was hunting humans, to turn them and kill them, and Donghae, the only survivor and Hyukjae's worst menace at the moment.

He wasn't sure if he could be a good detective while feeling permanently horny for the guy he was trying to protect.

Hyukjae decided to take it as a challenge. He was used to contain his instincts. But this would be a horrible, awful and scarring challenge, but at the same time, it was his job, and he was getting paid. And he had a (disturbing whiteness aside) nice room, and good food, and bearable company.

Jungsoo was sitting in the living room, alone flipping through the pages of a magazine distractedly, while drinking some coffee that was awfully dark even by Hyukjae's standards. Anyone could say that the alpha was the epitome of calmness.

Hyukjae was not anyone.

The first thing he noticed was the way that Jungsoo flipped the pages, rapidly, without delicacy or interest. He wasn't reading. His eyes were glued to the middle of the page, not moving, and unfocused and his legs were crossed almost like trying to keep him from moving. Jungsoo was stressed.

“Are you going to stare at me all day, or are we going to talk?”

He hated alphas.

“I'm sorry,” he wasn't sorry, “What do you need me for?”

Jungsoo finally stopped his magazine fiasco and looked at Hyukjae.

“Hangeng told me you can't do much right now. I am aware of that, but I want to ask if you can do anything as things are right now.”

That was the question he was expecting, was he going to be useful? What good would his presence in the pack do? Hyukjae felt a headache coming.

“I'm not sure about what can I do yet. I work by the things I'm given, and all I've gotten...”

“Is a traumatized puppy,” the alpha smiled sweetly, “Hyukjae, I know you don't trust me...us... I don't know if you trust anyone besides yourself and Hangeng. But you need to understand that we aren't the enemy. I could have made you come in a week, but my beta adores you and I've grown to like you in these few days.

Jungsoo sure did talk a lot.

“You asked me...”

“You have selective hearing, Hyukjae. I'm not questioning your place in here. I just want to know if this week is relevant or if I can relax. Because, I mean it, I'm getting older by the minute.”

Hyukjae stared at Jungsoo for a while.

The only thought in his head came as a phrase that made the other laugh in a way that almost made Hyukjae laugh too.

“You are the weirdest alpha I've ever seen in my life.”

~*~*~*~

The orders from Jungsoo were to keep Donghae company and to try to make him remember something, anything.

The orders from Hangeng were to keep Donghae company and avoid raping him even if that meant biting his own arm off.

One order was easier to follow than the other, that's for sure.

Hangeng could be such an asshole when he wanted to be.

Hyukjae decided to take a walk in the forest before doing anything. He was exhausted, and the smell of the leaves, the small animals, the water running that was probably a small river (how big was this place, anyway), was making him eager to leave everything behind, at least for a little while.

He walked barefoot and dressed with some loose pants and a shirt to go to the forest. He let his human self relax too. His body finally received some very missed nature, and when his inner wolf was finally desperate to run free, he stripped and left his clothes folded next to a tree close to the house.

Shifting was liberating.

He stretched his paws lazily, flexed his muscles and tested his senses.

He heard and smelled a rabbit running a few meters ahead, a nest of birds four trees ahead. The grass smelled wonderfully, natural, beautiful.

He ran with his four legs, and almost could taste the happiness. This freedom wasn't possible as a human. He ran and ran until he was panting in front of a beautiful river with clean water that was asking to be drank.

Hyukjae happily obliged.

After a few hours of running, jumping, and having general wolf fun, he decided to come back. He was hungry, and not too willing to hunt at that moment. Very tired, but also happier, he trotted back to the place he left his clothes.

He started running when he smelled his mate ('Donghae' his human part would say, the wolf didn't care at all) near the place where he left his clothes.

He walked quietly towards Donghae, who had his shirt in his hands, looking at it with attention, as if trying to imagine what could happen for it to be there.

And then he saw Hyukjae.

The first thing the wolf smelled was fear, and he didn't like that smell on his mate. The human decided to have some sort of control, even if the wolf wasn't easy to contain when in that body. Slowly, he walked towards the other, ignoring the smell of fear, as the human he knew it was normal, as a wolf he was profoundly offended.

“...Hy...Hyuk...Hyukjae?”

He emitted a little sound that he hoped could be understood as affirmative. Apparently it was, because Donghae started walking slowly closer to him.

“You're Hyukjae, right? I've seen the others around from time to time. But those are your clothes and none of them actually get to fold what they wear that neatly, so I was thinking I would see you as a wolf...” Donghae looked around “can you understand me at all?”

The wolf growled offended, and the human chuckled.

“Oh, I'm sorry, did you have fun then?”

Hyukjae emitted a low affirmative growl before sitting next to a tree, cluing Donghae to do the same.

They sat together in silence, until the wolf (that fucking wolf, Hyukjae would think) decided that Donghae's lap was a more comfortable place to lay down. He just laid his head and stretched his front legs on the other.

Donghae chuckled, “You're like a big puppy.”

Hyukjae growled offended again.

“Ok, ok, I'm sorry.”

They sat there for a while, Donghae starting, without noticing, to stroke Hyukjae's light brown fur, the wolf started to fall asleep on the other's lap.

That was until he smelled it.

Fear, hate, pain, blood.

He felt, more than heard, a scream, and the overwhelming smell of more blood that was normal from a wound.

Then death.

Hyukjae stood up, took his clothes and disappeared in the forest, to come out as human.

“What...” was the only thing Donghae managed to say before Hyukjae took his hand and dragged him to the main house, “Wait! Hyuk... Hyukjae! I can't go in there!”

“Yes you can,” was the only answer he got from Hyukjae. In the hurry, he only had his pants on and the shirt apparently was forgotten in the forest. He reached the door that was open before Hyukjae even had to knock. Hangeng and Jungsoo were there.

“Hyukjae...” Hangeng started, seriously. Whatever it was, in the house, they didn't feel it.

“There's another. I smelled death. It's too close. You need to hide him, now,” Hyukjae pushed Donghae towards Jungsoo and turned to the forest again.

“Where the hell do you think you're going?”

The wolf whimpered at the commanding tone of the alpha.

Too bad he didn't give a shit about his instincts when it came to authority.

“I need to go, alone,” and he looked at Hangeng who was already giving him very angry and disapproving looks. He decided to ignore those too.

Hyukjae had a really bad feeling about this. And not even when he shifted again and ran towards the smell of death could he scratch that feeling from him, if anything, it became worse.

He didn't smell a new shift before the murder.

NEXT

MY LIFE SUCKS RN OK

boredkitty — Fri, 20 Aug 2010 03:24:46 GMT

SUPER JUNIOR KINK MEME GO GO GO

And help me promote, I don't have idea how to do this ;A;

FIC-HAND FETISH- EUNHAE ONESHOT NC-17

boredkitty — Thu, 12 Aug 2010 09:17:24 GMT

Title: Hand fetish
Pairing: Eunhyuk/Donghae (Eunhae)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Just an excuse to write Eunhae porn~
Warnings: CRACK, CRACKY PORN SRSLY, BE WARNED, also, TOP HAE
Beta and mastermind behind all of this: wookism

N/A: Blame my beta, I wrote this for her. It's 4am I have nothing intelligent to say, just read and enjoy, and comment of course.

~*~*~*~

Donghae never thought of it as an intentional thing. To him, it was nothing more than pure curiosity, maybe linked to a bit of healthy masculine comparison.

At least at the beginning.

Only at the beginning.

Because now, he was absolutely aware that his fixation with Hyukjae's hands wasn't founded on curiosity and it wasn't healthy at all.

And of course Hyukjae, like the idiot he was, had to ruin everything (because it was Hyukjae's fault, Donghae had perfect control of himself, and his body).

“Donghae, I am afraid to ask but... is the game exciting you?”

Absolute control...

“...Donghae?”

Control...

“...Hae?”

He really had...

“Why are you staring at the wall like you want to hit yourself with it?”

Donghae was a professional guy, he woke up at the indicated time for his schedules, tried to sleep as much as he could, he flirted when indicated, was cute when indicated. He had his life in order, no miscalculations when it came to the things he could control.

Apparently him jumping on top of Hyukjae wasn't a thing he could control.

“Hyukkie.”

He tried (he really did) to say it an innocent voice that came more like a growl.

“Y-yes?”

“You know... I like your hands a lot, I've found myself looking at them a lot lately. Can I touch them?”

“You always touch my hands, Donghae, what are you...ohhhh.”

Donghae decided that 'touching' could also apply to 'licking' and 'sucking' because that was what he meant. Hyukjae was just dumb for not understanding.

Then he heard a moan, and forgot why was he calling Hyukjae dumb.

After much licking and sucking from Donghae, he found with some sort of satisfaction, that now they were in very similar state of arousal.

He wanted to see more.

Hyukjae had his eyes closed, trying to breath normally to manage some sort of speak, (probably to demand some sort of explanation), his face was flushed, his mouth slightly open, and his neck had thin line of sweat that surely formed over the tension of prior activities.

“Hae.” He heard Hyukjae say and got kind of nervous.

He forgot in all his calculations and plans that Hyukjae could probably get mad at him for engaging with such acts with his own fingers. He was about to ask for forgiveness to gain enough time to run back to Mopko, when Hyukjae made his brain freeze (or combust) with a single action.

He licked his index finger slowly, while staring at Donghae all the time.

One of the fingers he had almost devoured not even a minute ago was now in Hyukjae's mouth.

He vaguely remembered the term “to be impossibly hard.” He wasn't impossibly hard.

With Hyukjae sucking his own fingers like that, everything could get harder beyond possibilities.

“H-Hyukkie...?”

“You know, Donghae,” said Hyukjae smiling sweetly at him, “you have weird fetishes.”

“I don't!” he was glad to see that he could still manage to fight with Hyukjae “I-I-I just... It's your fault!” was he blushing? “your hands are distracting, and I suddenly wanted to...”

“Eat them?”

For two guys with hard-ons they sure could talk a lot.

And hold long staring contests.

“Kiss me.”

“What?!”

“You heard me, if you're going to suck my fingers, and expect to do something with me that involves that” Hyukjae pointed at Donghae's bulge “you should at least kiss me.”

Donghae was a smart guy.

Smart guys know when to shut up and obey.

For a first kiss, it wasn't that bad. But of course, it wasn’t their first kiss together, nor their first kiss as individuals, because that thing that Hyukjae did with his tongue needed practice, because damn.

What was he thinking about?

“Stop thinking so much Donghae, it's annoying,” said a voice over him, and he had to wonder at what moment did Hyukjae decided to sit in his lap and straddle his hips making the room impossibly hot.

He was quite sure that if sex had some sort of stages. They skipped them all, because he had serious doubts that a makeup session (very hot, mind you) would lead immediately to a hand in his pants massaging his cock (not that he minded at all, Hyukjae had very talented hands), and his hand trying to desperately grab the other’s butt.

So much for romance and eroticism.

Everything was so hot, and fast, and frantic, and mind-blowing, that Donghae wasn't sure if he could manage going trough a whole course of foreplay.

“Hae... Hae... please,” said a moaning Hyukjae snapping him back to reality, “I-I want...”

For the way Hyukjae was moving over him, and kissing his neck, and stroking his cock, and urging his hands in the others pants, he didn't need too much to figure what he was being asked.

So much for a blowjob.

“I'll suck your dick next time, you idiot, now hurry up and fuck me.”

They were undressed in less than a second Hyukjae was now on his knees (something that Donghae decided was quite the pretty sight) and elbows waiting for Donghae to prepare him, a bottle of lube was already next to them.

Donghae, of course, had other ideas.

“Do it yourself.”

“What?!”

“You heard me, I wanna see your fingers in there.”

When he saw Hyukjae moving, he expected a slap, a punch, maybe a kick in the balls; anything, except the low moan that came from the other.

He was doing it.

A long, slim and lubed finger was slowly massaging Hyukjae's entrance, until it entered. Hyukjae was moaning and moving his hips on rhythm with the thrusting he started to do with his finger.

Donghae forgot how to breathe, how to think, how to blink.

And then Hyukjae added another finger and found his prostate almost at same time arching his body and moaning in ecstasy.

“Hae...”

So much for a show.

It was mostly a blur, the process in which he took the lube and coated his erection with it while Hyukjae scissored his fingers staring at him with attention and penetrated the other slowly.

At that point everything became blindingly vivid.

Hyukjae, his legs surrounding Donghae's hips, while the last had his cock buried in Hyukjae, both of them breathing slowly, trying to get some control, one because it was kind of painful, the other because it was really tight, and delicious in there.

As a romantic guy, Donghae liked to think that sex was a magical experience that was mostly about some sort of connection between two souls that made the whole experience enjoyable and amazing.

While he started thrusting inside Hyukjae, he decided that there were some times where the sex was simply fucking amazing.

He wondered why they never did it before.

“B-because, we're idiots-s” came the answer followed by demands of faster, stronger and right there, that Donghae was more that happy to comply.

His thrusts were starting to get frantic, and Hyukjae was starting to lose control too, he noticed, with some sort of satisfaction that made him hit the others prostate savagely.

Donghae heard Hyukjae screaming his name; he felt his walls tightening around him. He couldn’t remember much after that, maybe a few more thrusts, and he was seeing angels, that were disturbingly similar to monkeys with wings.

So that was a blinding orgasm.

He separated from Hyukjae, lying next to him, both of them breathing quickly, covered in sweat and consequences, Donghae also noticed that they had insane smiles on their faces.

Donghae would call Kibum in the morning to thank him for helping him get an apartment just for himself.

Right now Hyukjae giving him a hickey on his hip was too distracting to even remember Kibum's name.

So much for cuddling.

FIC- A drastic change-Eunhae AU

boredkitty — Mon, 09 Aug 2010 01:59:14 GMT

Title: A drastic change

~*~*~

He loved cities because he could point to at least five people at that exact moment that attracted more attention than him. It was full of life every time, at every hour, he could walk around and not worry about attracting attention (at least, bad attention, he though smirking a little when two girls stared at him while walking in front of them).

He could be alone without problem because the city was crowded and everyone (this being almost literal) attracted more danger than him.

Because he knew that being a werewolf had its advantages.

That is, of course, if the other werewolves didn't find out about his existence; because if they did, he would most surely curse his bloodline until his first ancestor.

A wolf without a pack was seen more as prey and less as kin in their circle.

If it was instinctive he never felt it, and he lived off his instinct, he always wondered why, amongst everything, he never felt the need to be in a pack.

He wasn't an alpha. He would rather relinquish power to others to make his life easier than to be responsible of the welfare of an entire pack, he wasn't a leader, and he liked it that way, in that sense, being in a pack wouldn't be pressuring at all, he could even mate and live a peaceful life.

The prospect of a pack made his head hurt, he wasn't sure why, but the idea of living with a bunch of people wasn't appealing to him at all. Even more, it was terrifying.

He ran away from home after his first shift, when he could manage to control his wolf shape. He ran, ignoring his parents, his sister, even the alpha of the pack couldn't call him back. He ran and ran, until he couldn't smell more than a few street dogs and cats, then he stopped. He managed to survive by eating trash before learning how to hunt, but that only lasted for a few weeks. He was so young, and keeping his wolf form made him weak. He almost died right there on the streets, like a common dog.

That was when he met Hangeng, and was saved.

Hangeng picked him up from the streets, healed him, fed him, made him human again.

They lived together for a few days. Hangeng told him that he was beta of a pack that resided not far from the city itself. They were more like a family than a pack. They picked up stray pups like him, let them live in the house, made them help with some work, have a decent life, and if they decided to, leave or stay. He was of course, very much welcome to join.

He said no immediately and Hangeng smiled because he knew the answer would be that.

Hangeng always knew about that stuff.

That was why they kept in contact, after almost ten years of knowing each other, Hangeng still called him, still met him, he was the only contact to that world he decided to leave.

It was almost eleven when he finally reached the coffee shop where he had to meet with his friend. To him, being always available for Hangeng was crucial, he had a debt to pay (even if the older never asked for anything in return for his kindness), and he was going to pay it.

When he arrived, Hangeng (as always) was already sitting and staring at his cup of coffee in silence. He was just faking, of course; he sensed the other a while ago, it was just a facade to appear more human. Finally he raised his head and gave him a sweet smile.

“Hyukjae... I'm glad you're fine. Please, take a seat. I already ordered for you, I hope you don't mind.”

He frowned.

“You know I mind, you better let me pay this time.”

Hangeng smiled amused.

“Oh, I'm sure you're making me pay by the time we finish our talk.”

Hyukjae frowned more (if that was even possible), he has seen that look before, it was scary when it showed on his old friend's handsome face.

It was the 'I'm going to pay you for having a pretty much crappy week' face that most of his clients greeted him with.

“...You're hiring me.”

“Not me, well, not exactly. Let’s talk first, how's life?”

On the second day of living with Hangeng (at least in a conscious state), he understood that living at his pace, as opposed to letting anyone under him do whatever the hell they wanted, he had authority. He wasn't imposing physically, if anything. Hyukjae would call him pretty. He was tall, well trained but not overly muscular. He was graceful in his movements, and most of all, was a very composed and calm person.

His control was perfect for a beta, and when he ordered something there was no question allowed. And most of all, Hangeng was a master at controlling people, and that made him a dangerous opponent as an enemy but a wonderful friend as an ally.

Hyukjae liked to do everything at Hangeng's pace to avoid trouble.

“Life's fine, just finished a job; good money, horrible memories, the usual.”

“Should I dare ask?” Hyukjae just chuckled.

“I'm sure you've seen worse, I mean, you were the one that helped me get in this, right?”

“Yeah, but I wanted you to do small works like dealing with small pests like faeries and goblins. I never wanted you to take my place.”

“I like it, really, well, except some things of course. You wouldn't believe how vampires deal with jealousy.”
Hangeng stared at him and frowned.

“You were called by vampires?”

“Just one. It was sad; she was a very sad creature. She even forgot werewolves are a delicacy to vampires. But, oh don't worry, I was careful.”

Hyukjae liked to think of himself as the most useful creature in the city. He helped everyone that needed his help and could afford him. At the beginning, he took every work he could, and as he went by, he could get more selective (and expensive). And at that point, he had a very accommodated lifestyle, he didn't have a lot of luxury but he had a nice life.

“Have you heard about strange things happening?”

“What kind of strange things?”

“Werewolf explosion strange.”

“What?”

Hangeng looked at him with a serious expression.

“I need you to come with me, to my home.”

“No.”

“This is important, Hyukjae, you need to come with me. Jungsoo wants to meet you.”

“Jungsoo as in Jungsoo the alpha of your pack?”

“Yes, he thinks you'll be useful. There's something bad happening, and, hell, at first I thought about making you come with me because I'm worried that you'll end up killed or worse...”

He growled in annoyance, no one questioned his capacities.

“I can defend myself.”

The older growled back at him, as if daring him to say more. He was brave, not stupid. He kept quiet, but stared firmly at the man in front of him.

“You can't defend yourself from this. We don't even know what ‘this’ is,” Hangeng said quickly, “It's dangerous, and you're vulnerable alone. Also, as I was saying, we think you can help us to know why there are many turnings that end in murders lately.”

“What?” Hyukjae didn't even notice that his cup of coffee arrived long ago.

“It's been going on for about a week. No one was really sure what was going on. There have been corpses appearing everywhere. Boys, not older than you, turned and then killed shortly after their first shift. We got reports from other packs. They smell them, suddenly, they smell death, finally their corpses appear with a deep bite on their necks, it's not a pretty sight.”

Hyukjae kept quiet. This was bad. He had never heard of a werewolf that turned humans only to kill them a few weeks later. He had to be really strong. It could even be more than one, and if they were in his city...

“We saved one of those boys...”

“You did?”

“Yeah... well, it was more like he saved himself by running to us. He was so scared, no one told him what was going on with him. Apparently whoever does this doesn't tell them about the change. He was really freaking out when we explained to him he was now a werewolf,” Hangeng smiled, “He reminded me of you when you were little, and starving.”

“Oh shut up,” Hyukjae couldn't help but smile back.

“So, are you coming?”

His smile disappeared quickly. He didn't want to go. He loathed the idea. Hyukjae really didn't like packs, but he knew the risks of living alone were multiplied with this news.

“I'll pack my stuff.”

Hangeng gave him one of his blinding smiles, and stood up.

“I'll pick you up tomorrow, then.”

Hyukjae just nodded.

“Oh and another thing,” He added before drinking he coffee in one gulp and standing up quickly, “You certainly are paying for this.”

~*~*~*~

The ride to Hangeng's place was short. The pack lived in a huge house, with little cabins around it and a huge backyard that lead to a deep forest. The older smirked when he saw that Hyukjae couldn't hold the huge excited smile that bloomed on his face.

Instinct was instinct, and as a wolf, the chance to finally run around and sleep in the grass was a wonderful gift to get back. Even to Hyukjae, who was (evidently) scared shitless.

“Calm down, everyone is nice in here, and there are no females, so you wont have to behave too much.” Hyukjae's jaw dropped.

“Why aren't there females here?”

“This is more of a temporary pack, remember? Male pups are the ones that run away the most, and the ones that decide to stay,” Hangeng chuckled “Girls can't stand the noise and mess that the lot living here make. I'm sure you'll fit just fine.”

They both walked in silence, mainly because Hyukjae was too upset to talk. He didn't like this, he wasn't used to this, and he didn't like the idea of living with others.

“You're too tense. You'll have fun, believe me. I've known most of these guys as long if not longer as you. They are nice people.”

“I don't doubt that, believe me, I'm just...”

“Nervous? No one is going to push you away, I promise.”

Hyukjae just kept walking in silence, but some of the tension on his shoulders disappeared.

The first thing that welcomed him was a cup flying towards his face at amazing speed. He barely could duck before some damage was done. The cup crashed and shattered into tiny pieces of porcelain.

“Uh... welcome to your new home?”

“Thank you?”

He heard quick steps coming towards his direction accompanied by an angry scent.

“The one that broke that cup, will pay for it, with a new tea set. If you broke the new guy you're fixing him too.”

“That makes no sense...” came an annoyed voice from the room Hyukjae deducted was the kitchen.

“Shut up! I'm the alpha in here, I say whatever the hell I want.”

Finally a blond head appeared before him, his smell filled the room, and a little whimper tried to escape Hyukjae's lips.

He hasn't met an alpha in a while.

This one didn't even looked like a typical alpha, nor dominant, masculine or even aggressive. He was very much like Hangeng; pretty, slim, not as elegant as their beta but the powerful peace and calmness he emitted was overwhelming. This pack was ruled by much more than strength, and he could respect that immediately.

“You must be the literal lone wolf Hangeng adopted long ago,” said Jungsoo, (he remembered the name), smiling brightly and shaking his hand with unexpected strength, “I'm Jungsoo.”

“...Hyukjae, it's uh... a pleasure...”

Jungsoo smiled sweetly.

“Don't worry, I know you're not comfortable. I can only imagine what is it like to be in a pack after so many years living alone. Why don't you go to your room? We'll talk later.”

He only nodded.

Funny, that sounded more like advice but it was definitely an order. That alpha was already demanding obedience.

Hyukjae already wanted to run away.

Hangeng took him to his room by orders of Jungsoo, showing him around in the process.

“The second floor is where the rooms are, the first floor has the living room, TV room, game room, bar...”

“Bar?”

“Some people like to drink without socializing, ok? The kitchen is also on the first floor, and if you value your life, you wont go in there without permission. The gymnasium is in one of the cabins next to the house; the other three cabins are parts of a small infirmary. There are no doctors here, but we can do some basic stitching and disinfecting. There’s a storage room and the room where we keep some tools, mostly the big and dangerous ones.”

Hyukjae nodded in silence. It was a nice house, big, with enough space to be able to maintain privacy. The air smelled good, everything was so pacific and nice, the forest left a lingering smell that tickled nicely in his nose.

They walked until Hangeng came in front of a wooden door.

“Ok, here we are,” he opened the door and Hyukjae saw a room, with a bed, a night table, a closet, even a desk. His new room had white walls, his bed had white covers, the lamp over the desk was also white. He cringed.

“So, you guys like white...”

Hangeng laughed.

“Blame our alpha. Don't worry I have some blue covers that I could lend you, and I'm sure you will make this more colorful when you settle down. Are you sure you only need what's in those two bags?”

Hyukjae only left with a medium and small bag, mostly full of clothes, a few books, and some stuff he had for sentimental value.

“I didn't have much to start with. You taught me that I shouldn't have a lot of stuff with the job.”

“Right...”

After Hangeng left him alone (not without some teasing about his “clothes” being half hats and half real clothes), Hyukjae laid on his bed just staring at the ceiling.

After almost breaking his brain with doubts and thinking, he fell asleep without changing positions.

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On the third day of living in there, he remembered that the nice guy that always smiled sweetly at him and worried about everything was named Ryeowook. He always saw him running around, because he was busy with something the other guys broke, spilled, burned, made explode, or simply destroyed.

On the fourth day, he could recognize Heechul as the guy with flaming red hair that liked to talk a lot about embarrassing stuff that happened to the others.

By the half of the second week he could name everyone in the house, and even if he still wasn't allowed in the house itself most of the time (Ryeowook gave him an encouraging smile and told him that soon he would be allowed, but not before his first shift.), he managed to talk and befriend all the members in the pack.

That didn't mean that he wasn't terrified about the shift.

He remembered, being barely able to move from the pain. He got bit by some sort of monster, and left there. He knew he wouldn't die, but the pain was almost blinding. He just ran, even if he felt like dying, he ran with all he had. Even if he was leaving a trace of blood, he ran until he couldn't run more, and fainted.

Next thing he knew, he was in some sort of hospital bed receiving worried looks from a blond guy.

“What's your name?” asked the blond guy sweetly. For some reason he answered quickly.

“Donghae...”

“Ok, Donghae, welcome to your new life.”

He remembers a lot of screaming, panic, breaking stuff, maybe a little crying and insulting. Most of all he remembers the cold fear, the painful reality coming to him; you aren't a human anymore, Lee Donghae, you are now like that thing that wanted to kill you, you are a monster, and you have to learn to live with it.

It took him three days to finally accept that he had a new life now. Three days to come to terms with his new reality, three days to finally be able to walk out and accept himself.

He asked if he could go back home to retrieve his things but the answer was negative. He couldn't go out before his first shift; it wasn't safe. Apparently, the one that attacked him could come back to get him. Instead, Hangeng, a handsome dark haired Chinese man, offered to pick up his things, and since Donghae didn't have much to start with, he accepted. When he said that he lost the key to his apartment the night he was attacked, Hangeng just winked at him and left without saying anything.

That night, Donghae reunited with his few belongings.

The next morning, when Ryeowook went to give him his breakfast and to have their usual morning chat, he was more nervous and stressed than usually. Donghae wasn't still used to his new abilities but could at least somehow detect how some people felt by the way they smelled; Ryeowook, who usually had a sweet smell, now had a troubled smell, as if he was forcing his sweetness, but couldn't do it too well for Donghae not to notice.

“Are you okay?” he asked carefully. The younger turned to look at him for an instant before sighing deeply.

“We are having a new addition to the pack today, and, well, it's an unusual addition.”

“More unusual than me?”

Ryeowook smiled at that.

“Well, it's some sort of a tie.”

“Was he also...” he trailed off pointing to the deep scar he had on his shoulder. The other shook his head.

“No, he's... somehow a celebrity in this house, even though Hangeng-hyung is the only one that knows him.”

“And you don't want him to come here?”

Ryeowook shook his head quickly with wide eyes.

“Oh, no, no! We've been insisting for a long time for him to live here with us. He doesn't have a pack, and that can't be safe, and now with this issue... well, even less safe.”

“Then why are you upset?”

“I'm not upset; I'm anxious, we all are. Well, except Hangeng-hyung and Jungsoo-hyung, but they don't count. It's always stressing to have new people here.”

Donghae kept quiet, somehow he knew, at least some part of him did, what Ryeowook meant with all of that. It was an instinctive thing. Every new wolf, was a potential threat to the safety of the pack, and apparently, not even the knowledge of the new addition calmed their feelings of uneasiness.

“When is he coming?”

“Hangeng-hyung already went to get him.”

~*~*~*~

He saw two people walking towards the house after midday. One was clearly Hangeng, the other one, Donghae didn't know. He was a little too far to make up details but could distinguish light brown hair, dark clothes, two bags, and mistrust in his body language.

So that was the new guy.

Ryeowook came back that afternoon. He brought lunch and Hangeng with him, apparently to talk about the new guy, and why he came to the house.

“Should I care?” said Donghae focusing more on the food than on the beta.

Bad idea.

He heard a growl, and something inside him (and maybe outside him, he wasn't too sure about his body anymore) whimpered and decided that it was better to leave the food for a few moments, and focus on Hangeng who looked at Ryeowook, who nodded, and got out from Donghae's room quickly.

“I know that you're not used to this,” said the older after sighing, “but you have to understand something quickly; if I talk to you, you listen to me, if Jungsoo speaks to you, you listen to him. We aren't tyrants but this pack has survived because everyone is aware of authority in here. I actually don't care too much, but it's important that the others notice that you have adapted to our rules.”

Donghae nodded quietly.

“I'm sorry.”

He received a sweet smile in exchange.

“It's okay. You are young, and still have a lot of work to do if you want to live peacefully. But be careful; everyone in here respects the order of the pack, and if anyone looks like danger to it, well...”

Donghae couldn't help but gulp at the smile Hangeng had on his face at that moment.

“Oh right, Hyukjae, well, he should be comatose right now so...”

“What?!”

“Oh it's nothing, he always sleeps when he's stressed. It's his way of dealing when he can't break stuff.”

“So, he's stressed?”

Hangeng laughed.

“You bet he is, he hates packs. He ran away from his when he was just a puppy,” he looked at Donghae with something close to pity, “I bet he hates you right now.”

“He doesn't know me, why would he hate me?”

~*~*~*~

Lee Hyukjae really hated him.

It was their fist meeting and he was already looking at him coldly, after Donghae attempted to come closer. Hyukjae's first reaction was to emit a small growl that left him frozen where he was standing.

“I can smell your fear,” was the first thing Hyukjae said with a voice that for a mysterious reason made Donghae shiver. It was strange, it really was. The other was apparently his age, not very tall, skinny, with brown eyes and hair, and had a face that resembled less than that of a wolf but more of a monkey. Not really intimidating, but there was something about him that unsettled Donghae deeply. Hyukjae staring at him for a long minute didn't help his nerves either.

“He'll be shifting for the first time next week, right?” he asked Hangeng after (finally) taking his eyes away of Donghae. The beta wolf only nodded, while smiling.

“You're such a jerk, hyung.”

“I never told you he shifted already, did I?”

The younger frowned and then turned to look at Donghae.

“I'm sure you know why am I here.”

He nodded.

“You are going to catch the guy that did this to me...?”

Hyukjae nodded and just kept looking at him. There was something that Donghae couldn't understand about the other, something that made him uncomfortable, that made him want to do something but he still wasn't sure what.

“As you should know,” said Hyukjae this time looking at a grinning Hangeng, “I can't do anything until his shift. And you.”

He then looked at Donghae, “I need to talk to you later, so you'll be seeing me soon.” And with that Hyukjae left the room and Donghae could breathe again.

“I think he likes you,” said Hangeng winking at him and then walking away with a satisfied smile.

Donghae was too busy not understanding what was going on to worry about Hangeng's smile.

NEXT

FIC- Of coldness and gloves- Heechul/Heechul

boredkitty — Fri, 18 Jun 2010 05:35:32 GMT

Title: Of coldness and gloves
Pairing: Heechul/Heechul
Rating: G
Summary: Heechul is a cold guy, and he hates it.
Warnings: Again, style experimentation, pure introspection.
suju 100 fic challenge theme 010: Shiver
Beta: The one and only wookism

A/N I absolutely love writing Heechul, this wasn't planned to be written for this theme, but I figured it will end up better as it is right now, also it magically fitted, so I considered that luck isn't there to be avoided. This one goes to everyone with a Heechul bias <3 Enjoy!~

He couldn’t stay warm.

It wasn’t really an abnormal condition; a lot of people couldn’t keep their corporal warmth, cold hands were a regular thing in human kind.

It didn’t mean that he hated it less.

He wasn’t a romantic guy, he never thought about dating a girl and, while walking, taking her cold hand and putting it in his pocket, because she forgot her gloves. He never thought about running at night to get some coffee for his girlfriend to warm her because she’s obviously shivering. He wasn’t interested in lending his coat to his date.
Somehow, he felt that his impossibility of staying warm was making him cold on the inside too.

Because actually he could see it, how he started to hate the warmth that others emitted, that others felts, that others were, while he was left freezing.

A part of him understood that it was no one's fault but his. People actually tried to warm him. He had friends that always welcomed him, always smiled at him, were always warm towards him.

He just couldn't stay warm.

Even if he had all the help he could ever need.

Bitterness wasn't something he suffered from, or thought he suffered from. He thought of himself as an overall good guy; he saw the bright side of everything, cared about friends and family a little more than the average. He never complained (not with sincerity at least); he liked to joke about hardships and make people smile. He never questioned his place in the world, because he loved standing where he was.

It was that fucking cold that didn't leave him alone.

Once he tried to blame it on insanity; he was known as the local madman. Anyways, he could be just crazy, and feeling weird things, and be paranoid, because, hell, no one can be cold all the time.

Except that he got told something in the lines of “why are you cold all the time?” that sent his theory to hell.

The first time he saw the guys he would be living, eating and sleeping with for the next few years (or whatever one counted a career as a boyband member) he felt, for the first time, that the coldness that acompanied him was very much welcome.

He wasn't afraid of this.

He just didn't like the idea of being familiar with so many people so fast.

No, they would not be his family, just co workers, never family.

It was the most cold he has ever felt, and he welcomed it, embraced it, and was protected by it.

The first time he heard himself laugh honestly, he was truly shocked.

The first time he heard himself cry openly, he was appalled.

The first time he felt himself hug someone on a whim, he couldn't believe himself.

When those acts repeated themselved more times than he could count, he felt (not with some sort of relief) that the cold was
starting to go away.

On their first Christmas as Super Junior, he recieved more pairs of gloves than necessary with claims that cold hands on necks, backs and hips were no fun at all.

On their first Christmas as Super Junior, he found out that cold hands were more fun than he ever could have thought.

After that first Christmas as Super Junior, the only things that were cold about him, were his hands.

FIC- Café Océano-EunHae AU

boredkitty — Mon, 14 Jun 2010 06:20:48 GMT

Title: Café Océano
Pairing: EunHae
Other Characters: Yesung, Kyuhyun, a not that mysterious owner.
Rating: PG
Summary: Donghae finds his favorite place and his favorite person at the same time. AU
Warnings: None that I can think of, maybe some experimentation in the writing style.
suju 100 fic challenge theme 009: coffee
Beta: the fantastic wookism as always.

A/N: I'm really sorry for the lack of writing, this semester was utter crap for me, now that it's over I hope I'll get to write more, please enjoy this little piece as much as I enjoyed writing it.(yes, that means a lot) <3

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It was small, and it had no name at the front that could make noticeable its existence. The front door wasn't eye catching enough for people to even spare a look at it. He wondered why he ended up there; sitting on a pretty chair with orange and red cushions, elbows on a pretty table with a pretty glass top, sipping coffee in a pretty cup in silence, while staring at the pretty paintings and posters hanging on the walls of the café while it was pouring outside.

"Don't worry too much about it; if you’re here, then there must be a reason” said a deep but soft voice next to him.

A waiter (he supposed he was a waiter, because if not that would make the experience a bit more disturbing than it already was), looked at him with his semi-closed eyes, and with a kind smile.

When he was about to respond that no, he didn’t have a reason besides the potential danger of rain-induced pneumonia if he stayed out, he heard a voice behind him.

“Please, stop harassing the new customer, and go make some more coffee.”

The waiter only stared at the point behind him where he supposed was the other person for a few seconds, shrugged, and walked away.

“Don’t worry about him; it’s his way of attracting customers.”

“Has it worked?” he said while turning around, to see the face of the person he was talking with.

He saw a gummy smile, brown eyes and messy hair.

“Well… are you coming back?”

~*~*~*~*

“Hyukjae, why doesn’t this cafe have a name?”

“It does have a name, Donghae.”

“I know, you idiot, I mean outside, a banner or something.”

“I could kick you out for this, you know.”

“But you won’t, because I’m a very special client, right?”

“You have to stop believing the things Jongwoon-hyung says.”

“You didn’t answer my question....”

“You know, I have other tables to serve.”

“No you don’t, Jongwoon-hyung and Kyuhyun are taking care of the other tables, because apparently only you
can serve me.”

“Really, Donghae, stop believing Jongwoon-hyung.”

“Hyukjae...”

“What?”

“My question.”

“Oh right…”

“So…”

“What was it again?”

“…Really, Hyukjae? Really?”

“Hey, I have bad memory at work.”

“Only at work?”

“You have no evidence to prove otherwise, now ask the stupid question or I’ll charge you the cake Jongwoon-
hyung gave you earlier that you thought I wouldn’t notice.”

“…Why doesn’t this café have a name at the front?”

“Oh that one’s easy, our banner is cursed.”

“Your… What?!”

“It tried to kill us, every time we tried to place it, it fell, on us.”

“Maybe you just suck at logistics?”

“Shut up, it was really scary! It would stay still until one of us went out of the door, and then it would fall, like trying to crush us.”

“Really?”

“Yes, the boss decided that the banner was cursed and we decided to work without one.”

“I see…”

“You don’t believe me? Ask Jongwoon-hyung.”

“You told me to never believe him.”

“… Ok so you’re paying for two cups of coffee and a chocolate cake…”

~*~*~*~*

“Café Océano” became Dongahe’s favorite place after it saved him from getting soaked in the rain. The coffee was delicious (apparently that Jongwoon guy was really good at making it), the cakes and desserts were amazing and he quickly became used to find his usual table next to the counter empty and waiting for him.

That day, Jongwoon gave him a chocolate cake and told him to eat it quickly before Kyuhyun or Hyukjae noticed.

Kyuhyun winked at him and told him that he actually didn’t care as long as Jongwoon was the one scolded.

Hyukjae appeared precisely the second after Donghae finished the cake and was drinking his second cup of coffee.

Not even for a moment, Hyukjae looked at him suspiciously; he just walked past his table, and took a couple’s order with a gentle smile on his face.

When the waiter passed by Donghae’s table again, a piece of paper fell on the table, Donghae took it, and had to stop himself before laughing out loud.

“Next time, I’m making you eat the whole cake and pay for it.”

~*~*~*~*

“Hyukjae, why do you work here?”

“Because every place needs a handsome face to make it successful.”

“Can’t you answer a question like a normal person?”

“To you? No.”

“You’re the worst waiter ever…”

“I never read in my contract that I had to answer the clients’ questions to be good waiter.”

“Well, you have to, because you have to please me. Now answer me, why do you work here?

“…You’ll let me work in peace if I answer you?”

“…Maybe.”

“Donghae…”

“OK, OK, I’ll be good.”

“It’s actually not an interesting story. A while ago I met this guy, he just came to the country to make his dream come true. Turns out his dream was to open a small café and live a peaceful life by exploiting his workers. Somehow, we ended up as friends, because, you know... I'm disturbingly charming... shut up or I'm not telling you the rest. Anyways, I kind of lost track of the guy, because we became friends casually after we ended up trapped in an elevator...”

“You what?”

“Well yeah, it was at campus. No one uses those elevators and I kind of forgot that they were a death trap. And, our friendship bloomed from bad luck, which I should have noticed as a sign that this guy was a monster. But I decided that his dream was a good one, since he phrased it as “making people happy with a warm place, a warm coffee and delicious food” and decided to help him to find a place. We spent two or three months searching, until the place that was here before “Océano” burnt down to ashes because it was...hey, hyung! What was here before “Océano”?”

“Wasn't the winning theory a hidden meth lab or something?”

“Oh right... so, a month or so after the fire, this dude could buy the place.”

“Wait, wait, why would you guys would use a place like that to open a café?”

“Because it's cheap, Donghae, try to keep up. Anyways, he bought the place, and got it recovered. Apparently he had contacts and everything ended up not as costly as you would think. Océano was officially inaugurated three months after he bought it. Jongwoon-hyung and Kyuhyun started working here two weeks after, because I'm amazing at finding people, and the banner tried to kill us a week after that.”

“And your boss...”

“Oh he comes from time to time to check on us, and be a general bastard with me when no one's watching.”

“That's a really weird story... and you wanted to work in here because you liked his dream or something?”

“No...you see, when “Océano” opened I found myself with an apron and a bowtie without being asked if I wanted be a waiter.”

“Why?”

“The boss knows martial arts, Donghae... you just... don't ask.”

~*~*~*~*

He never saw Hyukjae outside “Océano”.

Not because he didn't want to. To Donghae, “Océano” and everyone involved in it, were somehow separated existences from his world, his real life. He wasn't willing (not yet, at least), to let those two worlds meet.

Donghae didn't know about Hyukjae's life outside the café.

Not because he didn't want to, he asked, but Hyukjae was cleverly ambiguous on his answers, as if to him too, there was “this world” and “that world”, and those two couldn't meet yet.

Hyukjae never sat with him, not even when they were slow on clients, and he had nothing much to do besides wander around and clean the counter for the tenth time.

Not because he didn't want to. Hyukjae said to him, it was just that he couldn't stay still at the café. He would rather go around and clean stuff that was already clean, than sit down. He could talk while walking around, alongside a lot of tripping and slipping because multitasking wasn't actually his forte, but he could talk, and Donghae liked the company.

Donghae loved slow days in “Océano”.

Not because he was a bad guy or wanted the place to close. Slow days meant to Donghae that Hyukjae would be floating around the place while talking to him. He would hear the other's voice coming from under a table, then very close to the ceiling. He would laugh next to the bathroom and the noise would come as a strange one to his ears. Donghae then would get dizzy and would yell at Hyukjae for not staying still. Hyukjae would say he didn't care but would send Kyuhyun to end the cleaning and Jongwoon to make the orders for next month. He would then stay behind the counter, cleaning it and still talking to Donghae as if nothing had happened.

Donghae liked it when Hyukjae was busy.

Not because he could stare without being noticed.

Sadly he couldn't find another reason to liking Hyukjae being busy.

~*~*~*~*

“So tomorrow is your day off?”

“Yep.”

“What are you going to do, then?”

“Well, it depends...”

“On what?”

“On where you're taking me, of course.”

~*~*~*~*

He never understood why he ended up entering the small place that had no name at the front and wasn't noticeable enough for people to even spare a look at it.

That night, after Hyukjae told him to wait after closing up, after finally letting “that world and “this world” meet (by having a extremely long talk about what they did outside “Océano”), after finally having Hyukjae sitting next to him, after being kissed and kissing back, after sharing stupid giggles and more kisses, Donghae stopped caring about understanding.

“You know, Hyukjae... we should believe what Jongwoon-hyung says more often.”

~EVERYBODY LET ME HEAR THE NOIZ~

boredkitty — Fri, 07 May 2010 06:36:25 GMT

So... my first MV will be KAT-TUN's D-MOTION.

I have to make clear that I'm in NO WAY A HATER OF ANY OF THE GUYS. I'm just having fun.

This took me a lot of work, mainly with the caps, it took me a long time selecting which caps I should post (and believe me, this vid particularly sucked in the caps area) so please comment, and enjoy!~

To begin, let's make things clear:

I don't like the video, I mean I ~like~ the video because it's KAT-TUN and of course I have to like a video with KAT-TUN in it and all that jazz, but D-MOTION is one of those videos I can only watch because I'm a fan, thus I have borderline psychopathic behavior in anything related to these guys that makes me able to repeat over and over again this video (or any other, for that matter).

So, U LEDY?

Let's go.

This is how D-MOTION starts, and believe me, I was an idiot capping all the video because I could have used this cap for everything and save me almost two hours of choosing, but oh well, I like sacrifices hard work, and procrastinating.

Keeping up.

In DEE MOSHUN KAT-TUN dances (and I'm using a VERY FREAKING BROAD definition for dance in here), becomes magical sparkly models that walk though the catwalk in very different angles, and has closeups singing and engaging in different grades of inter-groupal molestation. Rinse, wash, repeat, and that's pretty much the whole video.

Also, they make hilarious faces in the process.

Yes, Koki, your face is hilarious.

But it took me a lot of work to take the caps for this video, and I don't want you to hate me on my first post, so I'll take you to a journey inside DEE MOSHUN.

No, not the music, the music is lulzy and all, but I want you guys to focus on the visual stuff.

This kind of visual stuff:

I talked about the ghei, let's talk about the ghei please, the ghei got us all in this fandom, the ghei is like water to fangirls.

KAT-TUN (bless them) are very aware of this, and exploit it very much in the video.

...Very, very, VERY much

Koki's face is still hilarious, even when checking out Kame (or FOR checking out Kame? we'll never know).

I can have a little fun with this MV in terms of image managing because it doesn't have any kind of continuity or story, as I was capping my mind went trough something like this:

- Oooh shinny KAT-TUN

-Oooh shinny model KAT-TUN

-Oooh ghey KAT-TUN

- Oooh ... wait, again shinny KAT-TUN?

-Is that dancing?

-Again model KAT-TUN

-Hey, they changed angles.

-OK, that's NOT dancing.

- Same thing different angles.

- Why so fab Junno?

Stuff like that.

You see, there was this thing about how the guys were looking in this video...

This is a good chance to introduce the guys:

Kame has been always consistent in terms of looks and voice.

He's a pretty lady.

And as the pretty lady he is, Kame always got the best angles, and the prettiest shots, it was so easy to cap Kame that I had more caps of him than of any of the other members.

How many jokes can you make out of this?

No, really, I can't come up with a funny comment, I want to know, maybe I suck, maybe I should stop trying to do these things, maybe Kame's sacred light made me unable to mock him.

This guy on the other side...

I mean, COME ON.

If he got someone doing his hair, or his general concept in the MV (and I hope he didn't because I'll be worried about the future of jpop vids) there was HATE in there.

Sorry, dude, there isn't any mysterious sacred light that will distract me of your hungover concept in here.

....

Have you ever met one of those guys that is so incredibly awkward that you're not even sure, what he's trying to do and how should you feel about it?

I always thought that KAT-TUN was the ~cool~ group, I mean, the guys smoke on camera, sing about drinking and having almost dry sex on public places, don't ever bother to make an effort in dancing.

You know, average boy band badassess...

I'm sure badassess fingerdance all the time, Maru, don't worry.

Koki's face... is not as hilarious in here.

Thank you Kame.

It definitely is his fault.

We already covered Junno but there are some things no one should miss.

...And then, there's Ueda.

You know, I always thought that there was this silent rule about making Ueda have ridiculous stile:

You just don't.

Indeed, you are a very lucky guy.

Maybe the fact that he can kill people with his fists is also relevant.

Anyways, KAT-TUN has some interesting stuff going on in DEE MOSHUN besides their faces.

That, if you haven't seen the video, is Jin videobombing Ueda

.

One has to wonder where that cigarette ended after Ueda finished with the guy.

Koki has a weird attention span.

I'm sure we can find a culture in which guys like you are badass, Maru.

Actually standing next to Koki doesn't...

wait...

...Isn't that...

Oh God it is...

Don't smile guys, this is not funny, he's going to...

See? he took your screen time...

Dammit, Kame.

He's too powerful to me.

But there isn't only blue tinted scenes, and mysterious lights that kill all sense of humor, and molesting, and camera hogging.

There are actually pretty shots that don't feel like they belong to the video but are pretty and very cap friendly, let's check them out.

Kame, you're the daughter my mom never had and always wanted.

This is proof that camera work has half of the fault of Maru's categorization as the awkward guy at the party we gave him.

...Only half.

There isn't much I can say about Junno, that his impersonation of a rebellious sun hasn't said for me already.

Ueda is still untouchable, and has one of the most meaningless but pretty shots in the MV

Koki is maybe selling us those floor lamp things to pay for a bodyguard that can keep Jin away from him.

...

It's the hair, Jin, no one wants to do fanservice with you and that hair.

The fact that you are doing it only for more camera time can also kill the fun.

I know, not cool at all.

Oh did you see that? I have to talk about it.

Because seriously

Koki's nails are the best thing in this video.

LOOK HOW THEY SHINE... IT'S LIKE...

OH, FUCK YOU KAME.

YES I TOLD YOU TO GO FUCK YOURSELF

...

And I'm sorry.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

So you see guys, this is DEE MOSHUN, I didn't post all the sixty-something caps I had because I don't want to kill you guys, and my sense of humor is not that... broad.

So we leave DEE MOSHUN, and it's shininess, it's gayness, it's camera whoring, it's blue filter, and Kame's holy light.

Let's hope that the next video (if you want a next video of course) has more sense, and less catwalk~

~Bye ladies~

While everyone is flailing...

boredkitty — Fri, 07 May 2010 03:24:35 GMT

Yeah I do this shit when no one is going to read it but w/e

Ok actually no, because I still have to do a ton of things before getting this done but I like to make posts because that somehow obliges me to have a little responsibility.

So what is this about? you may ask, or you may not ask, but I actually don't care.

I've seen around some sites that take MVs/movies/whatever the hell they can screen cap and make some sort of funny comments or idk... can you call them reviews? well, I want to try doing it with random MVs, it was going to be only kpop, but the first vid is going to be jpop so I decided to broaden my field. Also, jpop is kind of gold in the field of lulzy screenshots I can take.

So the first one will be KAT-TUN's D-MOTION (DEE MOSHUN) and you may wonder, "hey Kat, why D-MOTION? it's not as lulzy as say... anything made by Kanjani8 or Super Junior in their most cracktastic (and gheytastic) moments."

... I would like to differ.

So, see you soon in my first post of "stoopid MV reviews I make to avoid real life" with DEE MOSHUN and it's fabulousness!

Keep tuned ;D~

FIC - It's not the camera, it's the photographer 3~ Kanghyuk AU

boredkitty — Mon, 05 Apr 2010 06:21:33 GMT

Title: It's not the camera, it's the photographer (when you can afford the camera of course) part 3
Pairing: Kanghyuk (Kangin/Eunhyuk) Ninja pairings all over the place (or not...)
Rating: PG
Summary: Third part of the Eunhyuk photographer AU!
Warnings: AU, Kangin thinking too much, general bad language, some abuse to the universe, special appearances of more members.
AN: /sobbing I'm really sorry again, I barely have time to write and when I do I end up sucking at it, I hope you like this chapter from Kangin's PoV, it was really fun to write.

The chosen beta carcrashheart_8 made this possible :DDD thank you so much gurl :D

Kim Youngwoon hated Hyukjae's friends.

Sungmin thought he was Hyukjae's surrogate mother, the way he protected the younger was ridiculous and unnerving. Youngwoon swore that if Sungmin picked up Hyukjae's phone again when he called, he was going to kill him.

"He's just being a good hyung, he likes to take care of me..."

He also looked weird, like a rabbit or some small animal, every time Youngwoon was next to him, he felt that with only touching, he could break the guy.

"You know, he could kill you before you could touch him..."

And that freaking stare; he'd seen the guy two times and he wound up a victim of the stare all the time, it made him so angry he wanted to punch the freaking bitch’s stare away.

"Trust me in this one, you could die..."

And that Shindong guy, what kind of name is 'Shindong' anyways?

"I told you, it's a nickname."

He was so obnoxious, nosy, always happy, making Hyukjae laugh all the time and making jokes out of anything.

"Aw come on, no one hates Shindong-hyung."

And he was like, Sungmin's best friend. They were like a gay couple taking care of their freaking adopted son.

"Actually, that's what Shindong-hyung said about my boss and his roommate, you two could be really good friends..."

The boss... ok, he didn't know the boss or the roommate, but they were assholes by default.

"Hyung, you don't make any sense."

Kim Youngwoon also hated Lee Hyukjae. He was too skinny, too bony; his gums showed too much; he had a weird laugh; he was always tripping and hitting himself with inanimate objects (air included). He ate inhuman quantities of food; was selfish and shy. He liked marshmallows a little too much to be healthy; his breath was too sweet. Everybody wanted to take care and touch him (did Sungmin really have to touch Hyukjae all the time?). He pouted too much and freaked out all the time; got teary eyed about everything, and liked to moonwalk at weird times (like going to the bathroom).

But Kim Youngwoon hated Lee Hyukjae for a much more critical reason.

He had met weird people, crybabies, clumsy people, selfish people… they were everywhere, flaws were normal in human beings. He himself was full of flaws.

The thing was that no one made those flaws as noticeable and (God, he hated to admit it) as cute, as Lee Hyukjae did.

He couldn't say he liked the guy since the beginning. Hyukjae wasn't the type that caught people's attention immediately; he walked almost as if he was afraid of being seen. He dressed as a normal guy, maybe a little more stylish, but not flashy at all. He was daydreaming all the time, and so into his world that he became almost invisible in a city full of people in their own worlds, but not as detached as Hyukjae.

Probably without the incident Youngwoon wouldn't have acknowledged Hyukjae's existence and they never would've met.

Fate.

Some people would have called it fate, maybe some force made it possible that a guy on a motorbike almost ran over Hyukjae to make Youngwoon save him.

Youngwoon would have said that Hyukjae was a retard that couldn't look at what was in front of him even if it punched him in the face.

Fate or idiocy (he went with the second), and now Hyukjae was a part of his life. A stupid, retarded annoying part of his life, but a part of it nonetheless.

Meeting Hyukjae was an experience in itself, seeing a younger boy freaking out about a camera, mumbling to himself, almost having a psychotic breakdown. If first impressions were what mattered, he should have run far away from the younger since the beginning.

Getting to know Hyukjae was something else; the boy was shy when tranquilized, funny and a good conversationalist when he felt confident, hilarious when in pain (Yongwoon had a little too much fun at his dad's clinic while disinfecting the young photographer's wounds, he had to admit), kind of cool when he was talking about his work, adorably clumsy all the time and...

Fucking hell I'm so screwed.

"So you met a cute boy, turned gay for him and decided to hit on him by literally hitting him? Jeez, Youngwoon, I knew you were an inconsiderate bastard but this is ridiculous."

"Did anyone ever tell you that you are an asshole? And call me hyung you impertinent child."

"Whatever, hyung, so what are you going to do?"

"I'm taking him for lunch... he already accepted."

"Meaning he was too terrified of your tendency towards violence to deny your invitation?"

"MEANING he said yes, and I should be calling him now, so I'm ending this call before I decide to pay you a visit and break all of your
bones."

"Are you flirting with me, hyung?"

"FOR FUCKS SAKE, KYUHYUN."

"Ok, ok I'm hanging up now. Oh, hyung?"

"What?"

"I never noticed that you liked to punch me because you started to feel like that. You are so sweet..."

"I fucking hate you, you asshole."

"I love you too hyung, good luck!"

He always had to wonder why he made friends with people like Kyuhyun, and why did he always ended up telling him everything. He should talk with more mature people, like Hankyung-hyung or little Ryeowook, but they would try to dress him up or some shit for the stupid lunch, and he wasn't going to make it obvious that he was serious about the date thing that he spoke of the other time.

When he called, he was the cool collected Kangin he always was.

"You know I don't like it when you call Hyukjae."

"You know I don't like your existence."

"Why are you calling?"

"I have business with the kid, now give him back his stupid phone."

"You better not be thinking about doing something to him."

"What are you, his mom? I'll do whatever I want with Hyukjae now give him the phone."

"I knew it, you want to rape him."

He heard a groan on the back.

"Whatever, give the kid the phone and spare him the embarrassment."

"Hyung..."

"Let's meet at the park in two hours, go alone or there will be a bloodbath."

"Are we going out, or am I in a bad action movie?"

"..."

"OK, OK see you in a while... uh, hyung?"

"What?"

"...I'm sorry."

"Stop being sorry for everything, it's not your fault that your mom dresses like a guy to control your life."

A giggle, that was better.

"I forgot you were such a girl."

"I'm not a gi..."

"OK, see you later young lady."

Youngwoon wasn't sure when "cute" was a thing he started to like in people, normally he preferred, sexy, or boobs and legs, over cute and sweet, apparently it all changed with Hyukjae.

So Kim Youngwoon hated Lee Hyukjae because he had horrible friends, was full of flaws, changed Youngwoon's likes and made him gay.

Most of all he hated him because Kim Youngwoon found himself excited over a stupid lunch and a cool guy like him shouldn’t be like this, he never was like this until fucking Lee Hyukjae.

And why did being screwed started to sound not so bad?

SUPER SPESHUL POST

boredkitty — Sun, 04 Apr 2010 00:39:21 GMT

IT'S HYUK'S BIRTHDAY GOD DAMNIT!!!!!

You were expecting this so you better enjoy it :DDD

I suck at writing my feeling for this loser, so have some spam to see why do I love him so much.

Loving Eunhyuk is easy, he's cute.

He's sensitive, you just want to hug him sometimes.

He's hot, and knows how to be sexy.

(Yeah, he works the sex thing with a fucking anchovy on his head)

He's funny.

And he's a strawberry milk addicted weirdo that no one understands. He's also made of fail.

(he fails at being badass btw)

(yeah he's totally doing that without any meaning)

Also... I totally love his butt.

SO YOU SEE GUYS, IT'S THIS DUDE'S BIRTHDAY AND WE SHOULD ALL CELEBRATE, AND DRINK STRAWBERRY MILK, AND DANCE OUR HIPS OUT, AND BE WEIRD AND SMELLY AND EAT LIKE PIGS :DDD

EVERYBODY SAY YAY

boredkitty — Wed, 10 Feb 2010 17:20:16 GMT

IT'S EYEBROW DUDE'S BIRTHDAY!!!! Go and be ambiguously affectionate with your same sex friends in his name!!!!! 8D

AINT HE HANDSOME~~~

Happy birthday Siwon, may your abs, your arms, and your Shibrows keep being made of sex for a long long time. Also, get a lot of presents, and of course sexy tiemz like you deserve <333

IT'S AN IMPORTANT DAY

boredkitty — Tue, 09 Feb 2010 15:22:32 GMT

IT'S CHINAMAN'S BIRTHDAY, GO EAT FRIED RICE, AND DANCE, AND BE COOL, AND WEIRD IN HIS NAME.

This dude has so many amazing gifs... IT WAS HARD TO PICK TWO, you knew the first was comming right? RIGHT?

Have a very happy birthday Geng, with your family, and friends, I hope you're happy and get lots of sex when you see the guys again. I LOVE YOU 8D

FIC - It's not the camera, it's the photographer 2~ Kanghyuk AU

boredkitty — Mon, 08 Feb 2010 01:05:18 GMT

Title: It's not the camera, it's the photographer (when you can afford the camera of course) part 2
Pairing: Kanghyuk (Kangin/Eunhyuk) Ninja pairings all over the place (or not...)
Rating: PG
Summary: Second part of the Eunhyuk photographer AU!
Warnings: AU, Eunhyuk abuse, Kangin being amazing, random appearance of Teuk and Heechul, Sungmin being bitchy, Shindong being lovely.
A/N: I'M SORRY IT TOOK ME THIS LONG D: This chapter was really fun to write but it took me two days to finally end it (blame real life, it's a bitch lol) this one's for my gorgeous sweet amazing beta dostana and the always amazing and fun and lovely kangfany .

“Hyung…”

Silence.

“Hyuuuuung…”

Still silence.

“Camera killer hyung…”

A growl.

“Ok I’m not calling you that again…”

Again silence

“Oppa?”

“Ok, now you’re just being stupid.”

“But you’re not talking to me… and I expect a little conversation when I’m being exposed to unimaginable amounts of pain.”

“You’re such a girl.”

“But you don’t let me call you ‘oppa’, you don’t make any sense.”

“Your existence doesn’t make any sense.”

Hyukjae sighed; they had spent fifteen minutes in the guy’s family clinic and the only things that he got from him were harsh words and a
cold “take off your pants”.

So there he was, in boxers, in pain, bored, scared (the guy was huge, and not teddy bear huge, like Shindong, it was more like angry grizzly bear huge), he tried annoying the guy, being friendly, being cute, faking more pain than he was feeling (that proved a stupid idea when the guy decided that he was more than ok with making Hyukjae feel pain). He just didn’t want to stay in silence.

When he figured that any attempt to be friendly with the other guy was fruitless, Hyukjae reached for his torn pants and took from the pocket his memory card and started to play with it.

“You know that it doesn’t work when it’s not in something…”

“No shit Einstein…” He really was too tired to be patient with a guy that was treating him like crap, he only wanted to get out of there and drown in strawberry milk.

“Look, I’ll say it because you really look pathetic; I’m sorry for your camera, I understand it was important for you, now stop being a little kid.”

Well, that was an advance, and when the guy cleaned and disinfected the wounds on his knee (something that hurt like a bitch, and Hyukjae was sure the amount of alcohol needed wasn’t that much), he was kind of gentle. He was not that bad, he saved his life, and he could appreciate that even with his camera as a victim (May it rest in peace). He decided to look at the guy.

“It’s ok, you did what you thought was the best, and I’m thankful, I can kind of see that you’re a nice guy even if you’re totally bandaging that
harder than you should on purpose.”

He heard a laugh that made him smile immediately.

Well, at least they weren’t horribly awkward anymore.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

The guy’s name was Kim Youngwoon, he was following his father’s steps and decided to become a doctor. His parents apparently were a doctor-nurse team that decided to open a clinic together to look after people that couldn’t or didn’t want to be attended to at a hospital. They had some kind of not asking policy that made Hyukjae kind of nervous while in the clinic when some guys with faces made of stone and with some sort of frown that he was sure could make anyone that just looked at them start crying like a little girl.

…He started to see where Shindong’s teasing about him being paranoid came from.

“Don’t worry, they’re just here to thank dad.”

“I’m not worried, I’m just…”

“Scared shitless?”

“Somehow that proves to be more accurate.”

“Well, stop crying young lady, I’ll just send them away, and then end up with you, so I can kick your ass out of my house too.”
Scratch the ‘kind of nice’ thing, Kim Youngwoon was a total asshole.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“Let me see if I understand this; the guy that broke your camera somehow managed not only to make you forgive him without taking at least one of his limbs but he also is all buddy-buddy with you now?”

“You took that better than Sungmin-hyung and Shindong-hyung, and I’m not ‘buddy-buddy’ with him.”

“I’m your good hyung, remember? Also I’m not a photographer so my psycho side is not activated by your camera being broken. So what are you going to do now?”

“Well, I can live without a camera for a while, it’ll be a sad, sorrow filled life but I can do it, the rest of the assignments don’t need much work with a camera and if I need one I could borrow one.”

“And your sister?”

“Oh, she just, you know, punched me in the face and decided to insult me for an hour before lending me half of the money for a new camera because she’s my sister and loves me even if I’m “a stupid retard that can’t take care of anything and should be kicked by a donkey.”

“Aw, she’s still that cute, eh?”

“Yes, she’s still that cute.”

Hyukjae always wondered why Jungsoo always insisted in calling him for work on Sundays, of course he could easily link it to the older man being busy with tutoring school students and such, but also to the fact that every Sunday Park Jungsoo was the perfect example of a extreme hangover and could barely move to get a glass of water and boss around the younger to read this, correct that and research whatever he needed at the moment.

“Really Hyung, you are a grown up, doing research for a book that’s actually being published, you should… I don’t know, start avoiding Heechul-hyung?”

“I HEARD THAT, YOU MONKEY ASSHOLE”

“I’M AWARE OF THAT, HYUNG”

“I thought you were terrified of Heechul.”

“Only when he’s breathing my air.”

“For a simple assistant you’re really bold.”

“I’ve known you guys for a while, hyung, if I can’t be bold with one of my best friends, even if he is my boss, and, well, Heechul-hyung, I can’t be bold with anyone.”

“Aw, Hyuk, that’s actually really sweet.”

“I’m actually really sweet, hyung, you should know that.”

“I don’t.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Spending time with Jungsoo and Heechul always proved to be a magnificent way to lose time, but also quite entertaining and relaxing, since both were uninterested in photography and didn’t freak out every time he even mentioned that “the guy” (Sungmin never got over the name) actually exchanged phone numbers with him.

Sungmin was really rancorous, not that Hyukjae ever doubted it, since apparently only Shindong could get away with messing with anything related to their friend without being affected by “the killer eyes of eternal doom”. Shindong was the only one that just laughed and told Sungmin to “stop being a little bitch” without being scared of complete obliteration.

“I just can’t believe you’ve forgiven the guy that easily,” said Sungmin while cleaning with medical care one of his very expensive lenses.

“Well hyung, he saved my life, I can’t behave like an ungrateful bastard and demand him to pay for a new camera when he didn’t know about my camera, also you shouldn’t talk like that about him when he’s, you know, here.”

Yongwoon was clearly trying not to choke Hyukjae’s friends that were too engrossed in listing why the younger shouldn’t be even talking to him to even notice.

“You know, I could actually get you a camera or something.”

“What?”

“My dad has contacts and maybe with some…”

“No, no thanks, that’s nice but with those ‘contacts’ I’m sure the camera could be cursed or something. My sister will help me so… just, tell me why did you want to meet me so you could get away without killing my friends.” Youngwoon smirked

“You are such a little coward.”

“I heard that before, now why are you here?”

Youngwoon raised an eyebrow fully ignoring Shindong and Sungmin (thank God) to focus his entire attention to Hyukjae (ok, that could be a little scary).

“I figured I should invite you for lunch or something since I made you bleed and took off your pants without even a date.”

Wait…

“You’re joking right?”

“Maybe… I’m still taking you for lunch.”

Oh God, what the hell is wrong with you and artists?

GUESS WHAT

boredkitty — Wed, 03 Feb 2010 02:20:04 GMT

IT'S THAT GUY'S BIRTHDAY!!!

Yes, I'm using the fingerdancing gif, he patented that shit ok?

THIS IS THE BIRTHDAY THAT YOU DON'T GO PARTY ABOUT, GO HOME AND PLAY SOME STARCRAFT IN HIS NAME, OR MOCK OLDER PEOPLE WHATEVER YOU WANT, HE LIEKS BOTH

Happy Birthday Kyuhyun, I hope you get a lot of gaming, sex, sex in the game, whatever you want you weirdo ILU~<3

HAPPY BIRTHAY :DDD

boredkitty — Sun, 17 Jan 2010 13:44:52 GMT

IT'S KANGIN'S BIRTHDAY, GO PARTEEEEH!!!!

Happy birthday Kangin, We'll see you being amazing this year again :33333 I hope you receive ~~plenty of sexy tiemz~~ a mountain of love and presents~~~

<333

FIC - It's not the camera, it's the photographer~ Kanghyuk AU

boredkitty — Thu, 14 Jan 2010 05:36:20 GMT

Title: It's not the camera, it's the photographer (when you can afford the camera of course) part 1
Pairing: Kanghyuk (Kangin/Eunhyuk) maybe other ninja ones that you can take for friendship later in the story.
Rating: PG for this chapter, may go up in next installements.
Summary: Eunhyuk is a photography student, Kangin breaks his camera, no, love is not in the air. AU!
Warnings: AU, weird Eunhyuk, cool Kangin. crack? bad language? violence towards cameras?
A/N: I didn't thought it was going to end being multi chaptered, but this chapter took me two days and I had so much fun writing it that I wanted to share it. I promise next part will be up soon if you want it to. Enjoy and comment :3

This one goes to kangfany because she wanted some Kanghyuk, I hope you like it girl :3

He cared for his camera more than he did for his own body; it was somehow an acquired habit for all photographers and photography students he believed. Sungmin got really angry when someone (even Shindong) tried to touch his camera, and an angry Sungmin meant angry stares that could kill people, also it made Shindong laugh and keep annoying the other, but Shindong was weird and no one could stay angry a long time with him anyway. It was only natural, he thought, that as a photographer, the camera became a part of oneself, and as such one would feel obliged to take care of it.

Also, cameras were fucking expensive.

He remembered how one of his teachers gave an approving nod to him when he tripped and preferred an epic and dirty landing on his face than damaging the camera. His mother kicked him later for being a "careless camera obsessed asshole that could break a teeth or worse." he didn't care, his camera was fine, his face could heal with time.

Yes, the camera was an important tool, an important friend even, it was the only company he needed when he was working. When he saw the results that came from it; beautiful or ugly images, he felt happiness; it was a proof of what he was doing, of what he loved the most. And his camera was the one that made all that possible.

So when he saw how that precious tool turned into a bunch of pieces he felt how he himself did (in a subconscious and totally metaphorical way, of course) exactly the same.

Oh God, why do you hate artists so much?

“Oh man, are you ok?”

…All his work.

“That dude was just driving like crazy!”

…His dreams.

“And you were walking really slowly, and well I had to use some force.”

…Maybe if he sold his kidney he could buy a new camera.

“Uh… hello?”

…He could also sell the lung that her sister was going to punch out of his mouth when he had to tell her.

“Are you deaf or something?”

“…mory...”

“Huh?”

“Where is the… oh God, I’m so dead.” He started looking at the floor frantically without even giving a look at the person at his side.

“No, wait, you WERE going to be SO dead thirty second ago, now you are SO alive, and all’s thanks to me, so start being thankful, boy.”

“My camera is broken…” Was the only answer from Hyukjae who was scanning the floor carefully, finally he found it “it’s not broken…. I can do something… I can save myself; I can hold the bloodbath for a month.”

“Do you know that you look extremely creepy doing that?” After putting the memory card on his pocket, and saying his last prayers for his camera, Hyukjae finally looked at the guy (with all the intention of kicking his ass, or yelling or doing something as violent, maybe throwing him a children.)

“Oh God you’re huge.”

“What?”

“Nothing. Look, I don’t know what happened but my camera is broken, can't you just go and let me mourn it?”

“No.”

“What? Why?”

“Because that’s stupid.”

No, you are stupid. He could say that, but he was very much aware that this guy was big, and visibly strong, while he was… well, not too big, and a self proclaimed pacifist (or a coward, like Sungmin liked to put it). So if he started a confrontation, he would be dead before his sister could kill him.

“And what do you mean you don’t know what happened?” Hyukjae just shrugged.

“I was walking, then I was on the floor, with my camera turned into the most terrifying lego ever, and then you were telling me something about death and life, and being thankful.”

The other guy looked at him like he sprouted horns, or turned green; not that he wasn’t used to those looks, anyway.

“Look, you were walking really slowly, and there was this crazy biker, that decided to be an asshole and run like crazy on a populated zone, and almost ran you over, and I had to push you so to save you for being street decoration, ugly, bloody and creepy street decoration.”

Hyukjae didn’t say anything for a while.

“So that’s why I said you should thank me” ended the guy with a cocky smile.

“So you broke my camera…”

“What?”

“YOU broke MY camera.”

“What the hell? I saved you life you idiot, I’m sorry your camera broke, but I’m not going to be sorry for saving your life.”

“Are you going to hit me?”

“What?”

“Do you say ‘what?’ to everything?”

“You say weird things, so yeah. And what the hell do you mean with that other question?”

“Well, you look like the type, big and strong, and you’re obviously angry at me for mourning my lost camera and not thanking you for killing it…”

“Saving your life.”

“By killing my camera. And stop looking me like I’m some sort of freak.” Kangin snorted.

“You are a total freak.”

He was going to retort (by going away) when his cellphone started to vibrate on his pocket, Hyukjae wondered why his stupid cellphone was intact while his camera turned into the material of his nightmares.

“Yes?”

“Why do you sound like something really bad happened?” Said a voice on the other side, Sungmin always had the worst timing to call him, the other guy was just staring at Hyukjae like he had offended him in the worst way.

“Because something really bad happened, hyung” he said feeling like crying, well, he alway was a crybaby, and after his psychotic breakdown from earlier, the reality of what happened finally got to him.

“Aw come on, Hyukie, nothing THAT bad could have happened, it’s not like your camera broke.” Hyukjae let a soft whimper go out “Oh my God
Hyukjae your camera DID broke.” He heard a lot of noise and another voice, a quick conversation and a loud gasp.

“WHO DID IT AND HOW DO YOU WANT HIM/HER IT COOKED”

“It was kind of my fault Shindong-hyung, he saved my life.” Hyukjae wasn’t stupid; he knew that the guy had good intentions. He wasn’t going to let him look like a bastard when he wasn’t (well at least not fot those reasons), also he didn’t want Shindong to kill people. “I still have the memory card from the camera, so I can work with the photos I had there, it’ll give me time to get a job to buy another camera or something.” He said with little conviction.

“Do you want us to go to your house and cheer you up? Maybe we can think about something together.”

“Well I… HEY WHAT THE FUCK” The guy (because that was how he started calling him) took his phone and cut the call with an annoyed look on his face all the time.

“I hate when people interrupts me.” Hyukjae could only give him the most indignant look he could make out with his eyes kind of watery, and his cheek hurting, why was his cheek hurting? “Also I need you to come with me; we need to take a look at those wounds.”

“Wha… wounds?” He finally looked at himself, his pants were torn and his legs were bleeding a little, his elbow was scrapped and also bleeding, only now he noticed that his whole body was hurting like a bitch.

“Come with me, my family’s clinic is close” The other said while taking Hyukjae by the arm and dragging him.

Could his day turn even worse?

“Oh by the way, my dad’s not in the clinic today, so I’ll have to treat you, and since I kind of hate you right now, I'll make sure it hurts."

Oh God, why do you hate artists so much?

To be continued...?

THE IMPORTANT POST OF THE DAY

boredkitty — Sat, 02 Jan 2010 00:27:35 GMT

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SUNGMIN, YOU ADORABLE RABBIT/PUPPY/BABY ANIMAL THINGIE ILU AND YOUR BITCHY WAYS 8DDD

I hope you get lots of ~~smex with all the members you want~~ presents!!!!

[FIC] ~Mysteries~ Heehyuk PG-13

boredkitty — Sat, 19 Dec 2009 05:30:52 GMT

Title: Mysteries
Pairing: Heehyuk (Heechul/Eunhyuk)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Hyuk visits Heechul, they discuss Super Junior, or something like that, Heechul proves to get easily distracted with the world.
Warnings: crack? boldness? suju analysis? Teuk special appearance? Heechul being amazing?
A/N: Oh God, I have no idea why the hell did I wrote this, I had fun though XD; this one is for dostana and dorawa 8D

"Monkeys shouldn't speak, you know." He said, with a perfect eyebrow raised and a smirk on his face.

"Hyung, I'm not a monkey, could you please cut it out? I mean, yes I may look a little like one, and I don't mind, people say they find it kind of cute, and well, monkeys are close to humans right? So it's better than saying that you look like a fish or something..."

"Oh my God do you always talk this much, Hyukjae?"

"Yes, he does." said a passing Eeteuk

"and Hyukjae, please stop indirectly insulting Donghae."

There were strange things in Super Junior that not even the members could explain, they were somehow mysteries that in a subconscious way all agreed to keep as such, in hopes of maintaining the little sanity left in the dorms and the members themselves (since it was a proven fact that not living in the dorms wasn't a good solution for escaping the madness anyway).

Eeteuk's amazing talent of appearing everywhere was one of those things that members always wondered about but never dared to ask, he was somehow always there, every time Shindong was on a diet, Eeteuk kept an eye on him, the food he ate, how he was keeping on shape... even when nothing was happening Eeteuk appeared from nowhere unless he had work or Kangin wanted to distract him (that didn't prove useful either since Eeteuk was noisy and that actually made him be everywhere on the freaking dorm). Somehow they got used to it...

...Except Heechul.

"HOLY SHIT, JUNGSOO DO YOU HAVE TO ALWAYS CREEP ON PEOPLE WHEN THEY ARE NOT EXPECTING YOU?"

"Hyung, he's not here..."

"And now he's a fucking ninja, I can't understand this group at all."

"I thought we got over that phase already, even Henry and Zhoumi got over the fact that we are extremely weird, hyung."

"Because Zhoumi is a freaking weirdo too, of course he'll get over it, and Henry is just like Ryewook, they adapt and get weirder."

"I can't believe I'm having this conversation with you."

"What's that supposed to mean, Hyukjae?" Eunhyk just raised an eyebrow. "Ok I know exactly what that's supposed to mean, that doesn't tell me anything, tough, this group is still really strange."

"You should know, hyung, you're on the same boat as us."

Eunhuyk's sudden boldness towards Heechul was also one of those unresolved mysteries since everyone knew that the younger used to have some kind of Heechul-phobia and would rather spit on Kangin's food than to anger his other hyung, with Kangin he could beg, cry and hide behind Eeteuk, with Heechul, there was no escape. However, the other members saw Eunhyuk starting to talk and be mean to Heechul more and more, the last being permissive enough to laugh over it and send a friendly warning when he found the excess of confidence enough; suddenly they were really good friends, and no one except them understood how the hell that happened. Well technically Super Junior, and the rest of korea who liked them and had a TV knew how that happened, but Intimate Note passed and it was a week and two days later (Ryewook liked to keep note of those kind of things) that their relationship showed a remarkable change, from just and somehow distant hyung-dongsaeng to actually friends.

"Anyway, why are you here?" The younger sighed soundly (and dramatically), earning a glare from the older (he was the only one that could do ANYTHING in a dramatic fashion, thank you very much)

"I think I told you, and then you wonder why I talk this much with you hyung when it's you that you make me repeat everything, because you get distracted with... well anything."

"Hyukjae, I swear I'm going to fucking kill you if you don't stop with that."

“That's the point hyung, well, except for the killing part."

"What?"

"Well, since the dorms are kind of empty, and Teuki-hyung did his creepy act of the day and your room is empty I figured you would like me to keep you company."

"Oh... you didn't say that earlier."

"I phrased it different, hyung, I'm not into bold comments like you are."

"I swear, Hyukjae that if you don't shut up now, you won’t be able to walk normally in a week."

"I'm counting on that hyung."

OH LOOK

boredkitty — Fri, 11 Dec 2009 17:54:13 GMT

IT'S UNFHYUK (TY MAY FOR THE NAME 8D)

I'm about to gif all that MV but my computer is being a bitch and I don't have the patience to have another bloody fight with ~hi hi high technology~

Anyway, just one Unfhyuk four our pleasure~

Also, I really want studio versions for all the solos in SS2

[FIC] ~Of beds and rice~ EunTeuk PG

boredkitty — Thu, 10 Dec 2009 04:10:26 GMT

Title: Of beds and rice. (Oneshot)

Pairing: Eunteuk (Eunhyuk/Eeteuk)

Rating: PG

Summary: Hyuk steals Teuk's bed, half asleep idiocy ensues.

Warnings: crack? fluff? Heechul being mentioned? Junsu being somehow bullied (even if not present)?

A/N: second fic in english, this one came to light thanks to the super junior random pairing generator, so blame it ok? ok.

"Lee Hyukjae, what the hell do you think you're doing?" He looked at his hyung, an innocent smile on his face.

"I'm trying to sleep?"

"I noticed that, you know why? because it turns out that's my bed you're trying to sleep in."

"So?"

"So... you have your own bed, and you're taking my space."

"Teuki-hyung wants to sleep too?"

"I want to rest on my bed, and you're making it impossible, go away."

"You're really mean with me you know..."

"No I'm not"

"Yes, you are. I'm the most victimized dongsaeng in the history of SM entertainment, maybe except Junsu, but that's inevitable since he sucks, and everyone should mock him forever, anyway, Teuki-hyung, we can sleep together."

Eeteuk knew that being the king of rushed speech was useful every time Eunhyuk spoke like he was being chased by a killer with an axe in a crappy horror movie.

"You want to sleep with me?" Eunhyuk smiled sweetly.

"More like I don't really want to move, your bed is really nice, and comfortable, and smells nice." The older raised an eyebrow.

"Are you hitting on me or on my bed?"

"Can I do both?"

Eeteuk looked at Eunhyuk for a while after sighing and sitting on edge of the bed.

"You know that you make no sense when you're half asleep right?"

The younger laughed a little and started to pull the other's arm towards him.

"I never make much sense anyway, now get on the bed and sleep with me or I'll tell Heechul-hyung who was the one that ate the fried rice yester..."

"OK I'M SLEEPING WITH YOU, when did you learn to be so manipulative and convincing?" Eunhyk smiled while accommodating himself; head over Eeteuk's shoulder and arm surrounding the other's waist. Eeteuk opted for adapting to whatever the younger wanted to do with him, and, when comfortable enough, started to stroke Eunhyuk's hair.

"I only learn from the best." said the other between yawns.

"But I'm not that manipulative."

"...I'm talking about Heechul-hyung."

"Hyukjae..."

"Yes, hyung?"

"Shut up and sleep."

OH I LIEK 8D

boredkitty — Sat, 28 Nov 2009 16:50:53 GMT

Which dbsk member are you? Your Result: Xiah Junsu   Xiah Junsu? Well, let's see... You have a cute and adorable aura around you that people cant resist. You love cracking jokes and puns on the scene when there is obvious tension in the room. Cheering up is your specialty. You hate it when friends are fighting and tend to cry if they do. You would love to have a positive outlook on the world, because you are somewhat negative. You may seem like you're perfect but your not, just close. And just like junsu, you excell in schoolwork! YOU'RE A XIAH JUNSU!!!
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