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Dressing Room

2015-02-14T16:57:12Z

Title: Dressing Room
Author: candyfae
Genre:smut, PWP
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own them, but I do own these fics of mine, and the plots (unless said otherwise)

Summary: Dooseob's private activities in a not so private place.

Dressing Room

"Doojoonie~? Which is better? The white one or the blue one?"

Doojoon stared at the man in front of him with a bored look on his face.

"Blue"

Yoseob blinked, before he pouted and his eyes narrowed. "Doojoonie, how about this one? Blue or white?" He said, raising up the same swim suits.

"White"

Yoseob hit the older man with the hanger. "Yah!! Your'e not looking at all!!"

It was getting closer to summer and the boys decided to go to the beach for a day for some fun and games. And Yoseob, apparently, had no swim suit to wear which was now why they were here, in the department store, in the men's swim suit area, with Doojoon sitting in the bench in front of the dressing room Yoseob was in as the younger tried on different outfits. Yoseob right now was currently wearing a plain black pair of shorts, which he decided was too boring and dull.

"I honestly don't see the difference between any of these. Just pick one and go" Doojoon grumbled, resting his cheek on his palm. Yoseob pouted at him. "Well maybe we would be out of here sooner if you actually look here and help me pick out one" Doojoon sighed in defeat, getting up. "Fine." He said, taking a step forward towards Yoseob. "I'll help you"

Yoseob's face gleamed. "Really?! Yay! Ah – wait – Doo – wha–"

Yoseob's eyes widened as Doojoon stepped into the dressing room with him, resulting in Yoseob being pressed to the mirror behind him.

"Doojoonie... What are you doing? The space is too small in here. Get out" Yoseob whispered, face turning a bit red. After all, he was pressed so close against the older's chest and he was only wearing a thin pair of shorts.

Doojoon blinked, realizing how flustered Yoseob was. He smirked, inching his face closer to Yoseob's until their lips were only centimeters apart.

"Why? Don't you like it?" He rested his hands on the younger's shoulders before he started caressing his arms.

Yoseob blushed, looking away. "D-Doojoonie pabo... Stop that"

Doojoon suddenly grabbed Yoseob's chin softly, forcing the other to look at him. He smiled innocently, at the same time raising his leg up to press between the other's legs. "Stop what?"

Yoseob turned an even darker shade of red, biting his lips as Doojoon applied more pressure onto his crotch. "S-Stop it... Not here... P-People will.. hear..."

Doojoon smiled, whispering to Yoseob's ear – sending shivers down the younger's spine. His one hand held Yoseob's wrist against the wall while the other was still on his chin.

"Then you just have to be quiet right?"

Doojoon leaned forward, kissing Yoseob as his hand on the younger's chin shifted to move to the back of the neck. Doojoon forced his tongue into Yoseob's mouth, exploring the hot cavern, memorizing every inch as if he would never get a taste of those lips again. Yoseob moaned into the kiss, free hand going up to Doojoon's soft hair to grab it softly.

That was until Yoseob went back to his senses and remembered that they were in a mall. A public mall. In a small dressing room in the middle of the department store. His eyes snapped open and he softly pushed Doojoon away from him.

They both panted softly as they pulled apart from the kiss. "Doo...Doojoonie... Stop... we should... stop... Not here... Doo–" Yoseob was cut short with Doojoon pressing a finger against his lips. "Shhhh..." Doojoon said with a smile on his lips. He leaned forward to give one more kiss before he trailed his lips down to Yoseob's jaw line, across his neck, and suckled on a spot between the younger's neck and collarbone. He alternated between sucking and licking as his hands made their way to Yoseob's nipples, fondling and playing with them against his fingers.

Yoseob's breath hitched as he tilted his head to the other side to give the older more surface to lick on. He bit his lips – trying to stop his moans when Doojoon suddenly bit his neck, marking his territory.

Doojoon licked the red mark once again before he rose, looking at his blushing partner who only looked away. He smirked, suddenly grabbing the other and turning him around.

"Wha–?" Yoseob yelped as he was suddenly turned around, now facing the mirror. He looked at himself in the mirror and suddenly flushed to a shade of red seeing the smirk the older had on. Doojoon snaked on hand around Yoseob's waist, while the other went lower – and lower and even lower – until it stopped just above the waistband of the swim shorts he was wearing. "D-Doojoonie?"

"Well, someone seems to be more... Sensitive than usual" Doojoon breathed into Yoseob's ear as his hand slowly slipped into the younger's shorts to caress the insides of Yoseob's thighs, purposely avoiding the spot that needed the most attention, making the other whine softly and press his palms against the mirror, legs trembling slightly.

"That's because were in public... P-pabo" Yoseob said, looking away from the mirror.

"Yes... We are in public... But oh my–" Doojoon teased, slowly taking hold of Yoseob's cock, making the other suddenly place the back of his hand against his mouth, muffling the sounds of pleasure. "...what a naughty boy you are... to be hard in a place like this... you should be punished" he ended his sentence with his hand gripping on the other's shaft tighter, a finger going up to play with the precum forming on the tip.

"S...s-stop teasing... Ngh..." Yoseob whispered weakly, leaning against the mirror lewdly as he panted softly, looking at the older through the mirror.

Doojoon stared back with a smirk growing on his face. He continued his ministrations, hand slowly going up and down the younger's cock as the tip of his finger rubbed lightly on the tip.

And Yoseob knew what they were doing was wrong – he knew that they should stop because for goodness' sake the only thing hiding them from the watchful eyes of the public is a curtain. But it just felt so so good and he couldn't think properly and somewhere in the back of his mind he did not want it to stop. But suddenly the contact was gone and there was no more mouth on his neck and no more hand on his cock and he was about to look behind him to see why Doojoon stopped but then the next thing he felt was his shorts going down – exposing his hard cock. Doojoon's hand suddenly came into view in front of his face, holding three fingers out.

"Suck" Doojoon whispered into his ear, and that Yoseob did. His one hand held onto Doojoon's hand, licking and sucking each finger in his mouth – covering it with a generous amount os saliva – as his other hand was on the mirror, holding him and his trembling legs steady.

When Doojoon deemed his fingers lubricated enough, he gently pulled it out the younger's mouth, bringing his hand down to Yoseob's entrance. His finger circled around the puckered hole, causing the other to choke down a moan. "Shh..." Doojoon hushed, kissing Yoseob's neck as he pushed one finger in easily. After a while he pushed a second finger in, pushing in deeper and spreading his fingers open inside. Yoseob bit his lip, hard, as moans threatened to escape from his lips, eyes closed tightly. He jolted forward when Doojoon suddenly inserted his third finger, staying still for a while before going in and out repeatedly, causing Yoseob to throw his head back in a silent moan. "Doo.... Doo..joon....ie" Yoseob panted as Doojoon kept fingering his hole, struggling to form a complete sentence. "I... I need... you now... inside.."

"Inside? Where?" Doojoon teased, smirking as he changed the angle of his fingers a little, hitting a certain spot that made Yoseob cover his mouth with the back of his hand all of a sudden as a loud – now muffled – moan came out. "Fuck... In...inside...me...fuck Doojoonah... now" he replied faintly.

"Can you handle it? Not making too much noises I mean" Doojoon asked quietly, knowing how vocal the other can be during sex. Yoseob only nodded weakly as a response, eyes half lidded and mouth slightly open as he panted softly. Doojoon smiled at the other, eyes full of affection. He circled his free arm around Yoseob's waist, helping the younger keep steady. "You're amazing" he said as he kissed the younger's back.

Yoseob felt lost for a moment when the finger's were removed from his hole, but that was before he heard the rustling of clothes behind him followed by feeling the tip of Doojoon's cock at the entrance of his hole. Slowly Doojoon pushed inside, groaning faintly at the warmth enveloping his cock. He kept going in until his cock was fully inside Yoseob, not moving until Yoseob has gotten used to the size.

By now Yoseob was pressing his hand against the mirror as he leaned weakly onto it, the other hand still against his mouth tightly, trying to make a little sound as possible. Doojoon stared at his lover, looking at the other's hand before he held it with his free hand and moved it aside, making Yoseob look up at him with a confused look. Doojoon noticed the red marks on the younger's bottom lip from being bitten too much, making him frown slightly. He placed his own hand in front of Yoseob.

"If you need something to stay quiet you can bite my hand. If you keep biting your lips it will get wounds." Doojoon said with a soft smile, making Yoseob blush. Yoseob looked back to the front – trying to hide his red cheeks from Doojoon. "Fine. But I'm not letting go of your hand" Yoseob said, holding onto Doojoon's hand tightly in front of him. "A-and you can move now" he added quietly – almost inaudible. Doojoon grinned, hugging the younger's waist tighter.

He pulled back his cock, almost all the way out until he slammed it back in again, hitting the exact spot that made Yoseob see stars.

"Doo—!" Yoseob would have practically screamed out Doojoon's name if it weren't for Doojoon reacting fast and pressing his hand against Yoseob’s mouth. Yoseob moaned loudly, pressing his teeth into the olders skin. Doojoon winced at the pain at his hand but then the pleasure of his hard cock inside Yoseob, the younger's hot walls pulsing against his cock, was so – so good that he didn't even mind the slight pain at his hand.

Yoseob trembled, throwing his head back in a silent scream as Doojoon kept thrusting back and forth, not too fast so that no one would hear them but he made it up by hitting the younger's prostate repeatedly each time, each thrust harder than before.

Yoseob moaned, voice muffled as Doojoon covered it tight with his hand, which was being held tightly by the younger's hand. Doojoon leaned forward, kissing a trail up Yoseob's back before he stopped on the other's neck. He sucked and bit and licked on the surface as he kept thrusting into Yoseob, in and out and in and out.

"Doo–ngghh.." Yoseob whimpered, and Doojoon didn't need to think twist to know what the other was saying. A few more deep thrusts into Yoseob until the younger shut his eyes tight, biting the other's hand tightly so that he could muffle his scream as he came, hot come spurting out of his cock. Doojoon groaned as he felt the other's insides grow tighter, thrusting a few more times before he came as well inside the younger male.

Exhausted they both collapsed forward, Yoseob leaning his whole body against the mirror while Doojoon leaned on the other wall, both men silent as nothing was heard from them except for them panting. Doojoon stared at Yoseob, and after much time Doojoon finally got the strength back to stand up. He looked at Yoseob again before looking away quickly.

"Don't do that pose, you might make me hard again."

"Hm?" Yoseob opened his eyes and looked at the other innocently, not aware of his lewd pose against the mirror as cum – both his and Doojoon's – was slowly dripping down his inner thighs.

Doojoon smiled at his lover. "Nothing. Come on, let's clean you up"

It was only that time when Doojoon was lovingly wiping the cum off him – along with a few casual nips and licks in his inner thigh – that Yoseob finally realized what they did.

They had sex. They just had sex. In a public domain. Yoseob's eyes widened in embarrassment as he turned a deep shade of red.

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"Yah Yoseobie" Doojoon whined as he bumped his shoulders playfully against Yoseob.

Yoseob looked away, both of then walking out the department store. It took both of them a while too finally clean everything up, including cleaning up themselves to look presentable. Yoseob spent most of the time in a blush as he ignored Doojoon by looking away with a small, angry pout. "Shut up. I'm not talking to you"

"Eh why??"

Yoseob turned red again. "You pabo! I can't believe we did that... in there!"

Doojoon frowned, sulking as he looked at his lover. "But you were so into it"

Yoseob turned redder. "Shut up!"

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A/N: It's been 14544135843213510 years since I posted here so I think it's time I break that silence ;))
with Dooseob smut <333333
AND OMG THIS IS MY FIRST SMUT SO GO EASY ON ME PLEASE >////////////<

!! Im more active on AFF (currently working on a fluff!Dooseob series) so if you wanna read my fics go here:
http://www.asianfanfics.com/profile/view/316384

Cold Innocence (8/?)

2013-10-19T07:44:05Z

Title: Cold Innocence: Friend
Author: candyfae
Genre: mystery, drama, horror
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own them, but I do own these fics of mine, and the plots (unless said otherwise)

Summary: Few day’s stay at an old motel can change became a nightmare for the five as they discover more and more secrets about a single boy and that one room in the end of the hall.

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Previous:

(Preview) (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7)

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8. Friend

“London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down”

The bright and energetic voice filled the entire room.

9-year-old Gayoon sat on the last step of the stairs, her cheek resting on the palm of her hand. She had a smile on her face as she was watched the scene before her.

“London Bridge Is – oh! Gayoon noona!!” Gayoon blinked, removing her palm from her cheek and looking at the one who called her. “What?” she asked innocently, tilting her head to the side. The other laughed, running to her.

“Hold out your hand!!” Gayoon blinked, face confused. “Geez… why do you sound so excited…” “Noona~ Just do it!” Gayoon looked at the other for a while, before shrugging and holding out her hand. Not even a second after the other suddenly places his hand on top of hers before removing his hand and revealing a bracelet. It was a very colorful and childish bracelet, obvious that it was handmade because of the sloppy and childish knot on the bracelet along with the mismatching and very bright and colorful beads and shells decorating it.

“It’s a bracelet!!” the other beamed. “I made one for you too!!” Gayoon looked at the bracelet. She looked at it with confused eyes before her eyes widened and suddenly her face turned red and she was blushing so much that she hid her face in her lap along with a muffled ‘Thank you so much!!’

“Don’t lose it, okay noona? It’s really special and it’s just for you!” the other said making Gayoon squeal lightly and turn even redder.

Yoseob laughed brightly.

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It was deadly quiet.

Nothing was heard except the ticking off the clock, the sound bouncing off the walls. It was loud, it was echoing as it drummed into your ears, accompanied by the muffled sound of the rain.

But to Gayoon everything was quiet.

To Gayoon not one thing was heard as she stood by the wall, face filled with sadness and worry as she looked at the other person in the room with her. The one that was lying down on the floor, curled up into a ball and back facing her, sleeping peacefully. The figure itself looked vulnerable, it looked afraid.

She was starring at Yoseob.

He was clutching a doll tightly – too tight and too desperate – to his chest. The doll had blonde, messy hair and wore a pink drew adorned with ruffles and laces. On it’s face a blindfold was wrapped tightly around its eyes. Gayoon’s eyes flickered to the doll for a moment, shifting uncomfortably at seeing the doll being held on so tightly.

She held on the bracelet in her hand tighter.

Above them the lights kept flickering on and off.

“Yoseobah…” she whispered softly – voice almost inaudible. Her voice was unstable, it sounded depressed. It sounded sad. It sounded anxious.

Suddenly Yoseob opened his eyes at the mention of his name. He opened his eyes but he did not move – he didn’t move an inch. He opened his eyes – as if he was not sleeping a while ago. Gayoon knew Yoseob opened his eyes even with his back facing her. Yoseob didn’t respond, he didn’t move – not a single sound, as if he was still sleeping – but Gayoon knew he was listening.

She knew a lot of things about Yoseob.

When Yoseob still didn’t move – eyes staring at nothing – Gayoon started talking.

“Yoseobah – “

“Why?” Yoseob suddenly said, voice long and monotone and Gayoon froze. Yoseob’s hands were shaking – he as clutching the doll even tighter. “Why…? Noona…”

“…I’m scared…” he continued. His voice wasn’t monotone – it was shaking, it was shaking with fear and sadness and anger and it sounded vulnerable and it sounded scared.

“I know…” Gayoon said softly, voice kind and reassuring and gentle. “I know… it’s okay” she looked at him with sad eyes. She cares about him.

“It’s okay”

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Junhyung was walking down the hall.

He was on his way back to his and Hyunseung’s room, holding a small snack in his hands that he was going to share with Hyunseung. He was trying to make his way back quickly, trying to get back to their room because he hates the feeling he was getting now and he just wanted to escape from it.

The feeling that someone was watching him.

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Junhyung closed the door behind him, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. He leaned on the door for a while, eyes closed, before heading towards his boyfriend.

“Seung, I’m bac – “

He froze. Hyunseung was sitting by the window, face blank as he looked out the window. He didn’t move when Junhyung called him.

“Seung?” he asked, heading towards the older carefully.

“He’s outside” Hyunseung said softly, almost a whisper. He didn’t look at Junhyung, his eyes were still locked outside the window. “Who…is?” Junhyung asked, frowning a little before going behind Hyunseung – his hand on the other’s shoulder – and trying to see what Hyunseung was looking at.

His eyes widened. Yoseob was outside on the rooftop. Junhyung suddenly remembered the first time he saw Yoseob there. It was very much like this time, standing still in a rainy and dark day.

“He’s different” Hyunseung continued, voice so quiet that only Junhyung could hear it. Junhyung blinked, not knowing how to reply. He looked at his lover, only to see that his face remained indifferent.

“Don’t you notice? Him… Yang Yoseob…” Suddenly a flood of images rushed into Hyunseung’s mind. The dolls. The room. The tune. He gave out a shaky breath.

“He’s different”

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Gayoon was busy wiping the tables on the dining room. She was humming a small tune as she happily yet carefully cleaned the table.

She was busy wiping a small stain off the tablet when she suddenly heard a noise from behind her. She spun on her heels quickly, eyes wide –

“Ah… Doojoonah… It’s just you… You scared me” she smiled at the other. Doojoon raised his brows a little before smiling back. “Hi” he said simply, going over to her. “So… What brings you here?” Gayoon asked warmly, a small smile on her face as she continued wiping the tables. Doojoon was quiet for a while, leaning on one o the chairs. “Hmm... nothing much I guess…” he trailed off. It was quiet after that.

To be honest, there was a reason why Doojoon was downstairs. There was a reason on why he wasn’t in his room and instead was outside roaming around.

Ever since his last ‘talk’ with Yoseob, Doojoon didn’t see him again. It’s been a little over a week and up until now there wasn’t any sign of the blonde. Not even the tune he hums could be heard. He was nowhere to be found. And Doojoon couldn’t help but think…

That maybe it was because of him.

“Don’t leave…please…” His voice was emotionless but Doojoon could somehow tell that there was sadness in his voice.’

Doojoon clenched his teeth. “I’m sorry, Yoseob-sshi” he muttered quietly – he didn’t know if Yoseob heard it or not – before running back to the others.

Doojoon sighed. What if Yoseob did not want to talk to him anymore because of that? What is he did not want to show himself at all?

That was the last time he saw him. And ever since then Doojoon tried looking for Yoseob. He would go to random places, hoping for the other to be there somewhere. So that he could talk to Yoseob, apologize to him, get to know him. Because after their conversation last time, Doojoon felt as if he needed to know him more, that under all those coldness in his eyes, there lies a deep innocence and warmth…

“Doojoonah”

Doojoon looked up – train of thoughts stopping – hearing Gayoon suddenly call him. Gayoon was silent after that, making Doojoon look at her, brows knotted together. “Gayoon…?”

Gayoon stopped wiping the table, She was standing still, head hung low, one arm limp on her side while the other gripping the chair next to her tightly.

“Doojoonah…” she called again. Her voice was calm and warm despite her uneasy appearance. “Can I… ask you something…?”

Doojoon blinked confusingly, slightly caught off guard. “err… sure” he gave a small smile to Gayoon. There was a short pause after that – Gayoon shifting her eyes uncomfortably for a while, before she gave out a small breath.

She was about to talk when suddenly someone appeared on the doorway behind Doojoon. He cleared his throat, causing the two to look at him. Gayoon’s eyes widened slightly. Doojoon narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling more confused.

They couldn’t see him much – he was facing sideways, half of his face hidden by the shadows. He looked around the same age as Doojoon. He wore glasses which prevented them from seeing his eyes properly but his face held no expression. But even with this you could still tell that he was a handsome yet stern person. He wore a white coat, standing upright and tall.

“Gayoon sshi, a word Please.” He said clearly, voice firm and sure – no hint of uneasiness at all. Gayoon took a big breath, looking at Doojoon for a while before walking past him and making her way to the other man. Soon after that Doojoon could hear the hushed voices – the man’s voice being rather calm but Gayoon’s voice seemed rushed. But still he couldn’t make out what they were saying. So he stood there, his back facing the other two, feeling slightly awkward not really knowing if he should go or not.

Then finally he saw it, he found him.

It was only quick – Doojoon barely caught it – but he saw him. He was sure it was him. He saw a glimpse of Yoseob as he passed the doorway – behind Gayoon and the other man – going someplace else. Unconsciously Doojoon’s heart began to beat faster in nervousness and in excitement upon finally finding him.

So he followed him.

Doojoon quickly straightened himself up, forgetting about the whole situation he was in, before scurrying to where Yoseob went, past the doorway, past Gayoon. Gayoon blinked, eyes wide as she saw Doojoon pass by her hurriedly, stopping her conversation with the other. She watched as he hurried off someplace else.

“Yoseobah! Wait!” she heard Doojoon call out faintly. Her eyes widened, realizing what was happening before suddenly her eyes morphed into a glare, looking at Doojoon’s back as he ran off to Yoseob. She clenched her teeth in anger.

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“Yoseobah! Wait!” Doojoon called out, rushing to where Yoseob was. Yoseob ignored him and instead kept walking forward, as if he heard nothing. “Yoseobah!!” Doojoon called out again. Suddenly Yoseob turned on a corner, making Doojoon clench his teeth before running to catch up with him before he loses him again.

“Yoseobah wait, please!” he turned the corner quickly –

“GAH!!” he shouted, stopping in his tracks and moving back quickly. The moment he turned Yoseob was there, directly in front of him, and Doojoon swore the moment he turned he was mere inches away from Yoseob.

He panted, hands on his knees – not because he was tired, but because of the shock he received. Yoseob simply watched him with blank eyes.

After a while – Doojoon still on his knees – Yoseob turned around, about to walk away again –

“N-no! Wait!” Doojoon called, out, rushing forward. He reached out his hand to grab Yoseob’s arm –

Yoseob suddenly stopped, making Doojoon stop his actions. His hand was inches away from Yoseob’s arm when Yoseob talked, back still facing Doojoon.

“What…?” he said with a hushed voice, Doojoon not knowing whether he was irritated or happy or anything. He slowing brought his hand away from Yoseob’s. Suddenly he felt nervous, he didn’t know why but he felt unsteady all over all. He swallowed. “W-e-ell… I was looking for you…” he said looking down.

“About… last time” he continued.

“You’re afraid… aren’t you?”

“Don’t leave…please…”

Doojoon balled his fists tight, teeth clenching. “I – “

“I’m sorry!!” Doojoon said a little to loudly, a little to rushed, a little to agitated. He bowed down 90 degrees to Yoseob’s back, eyes shut tightly in nervousness. “After that time… I felt bad… so…”

“I… I want to be friends with you!!”

Yoseob stayed quiet. Everything was quiet and Doojoon knew that he sounded lame and that he sounded a bit too desperate.

Suddenly Yoseob turned around. He turned around slowly as he looked at Doojoon with big and round eyes and for a split second Doojoon thought that he saw fear in those eyes.

Yoseob opened his mouth to talk –

Suddenly a scream was heard.

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A/N: *drops this and runs away* ehagsdfkjshg I finished this around a week after chappy 7 but yeah stupid me forgot to save it so that means it all disappeared and I was too sad and busy to rewrite this until now huehueaklfakjshdg *hides*
Yup another scream. Huehuehuehue yesanotherbadeventiscoming *evil laugh*
I did not know what to name this chapter because it isn’t much of a real ‘chapter’ but more like a bunch of short stories placed together 8D
I felt like the pace of the story is getting slow and boring so starting now I will speed things up a little~

Cold Innocence (7/?)

2013-09-15T13:21:28Z

Title: Cold Innocence: Aftermath
Author: candyfae
Genre: mystery, drama, horror
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own them, but I do own these fics of mine, and the plots (unless said otherwise)

Summary: Few day’s stay at an old motel can change became a nightmare for the five as they discover more and more secrets about a single boy and that one room in the end of the hall.

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Previous:

(Preview) (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6)

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7. Aftermath

Doojoon

“Yeah, I know…fine. I’m going there… I’m coming, just hang on eonni” Min clutched her bag tighter, rushing towards the staircase to meet up with the others. She then noticed three boys standing at the side of the hall – it was the two boys she saw before and another one she didn’t recognize. She ignored them easily, except the last one, who suddenly looked up at her…

She shook it off, suddenly remembering why she was hurrying.

Fei eonni will get mad at me for sure…

She turned to face the staircase, not hesitating to rush down –

Her eyes widened –

Her foot stepped down a little too much off from the edge of the step. She gasped, feeling her foot slide off with so much force that it made her lose her balance, making her cry out –

Everything went blurry; she couldn’t feel anything except the sharp hits on her torso, on her legs, arms and it seemed to going on forever…

Suddenly she felt a very sharp pain on her head –

Then everything went black.

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The rain was sharp.
Each drop felt like icy daggers.

The two of them. Heavy panting. Shaken. Terrified.
“It’s okay” Hands intertwined.”It’s okay…”

A Shaky breath.
Tear stained face…Blood stained hands.
Alone. Together.
Sins committed… together.

“It’s done now. Everything’s done.”
“It’s okay” Comforting…convincing.
Silence.

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They stayed quiet in the room.

Back outside, they could still here the quiet yet serious chatter of the staff outside. They were all seated in a room which seems like a lounge – there were sofas and chairs pushed back on the wall while a coffee table was placed in the middle – which was near the place where the accident had taken place.

Doojoon’s eyes quickly scanned the room.

There were 3 other people in the room aside from them. Three ladies. The one in the middle was sobbing loudly while the other was hugging her comfortingly while sobbing inaudibly. The last one was standing beside them, her hand placed comfortingly on the shoulder of the first girl. She wasn’t crying, but her face remained just as depressed.

Nothing else was heard as the miserable cries echoed out through the cold walls.

Doojoon swallowed dryly. Everything seemed to be ten times louder. The sobs, the rain, the creaks of the floor every time someone would move, it was all pressing against Doojoon’s eardrums…

It was the most uncomfortable thing in the world right now.

He glanced around, shifting in his seat. He couldn’t help but feel this way – staying in the lounge along with the three ladies. His body felt restless. He couldn’t help but occasionally cast quick glances at them. He looked at his five friends.

The five of them were together, in the lounge. No one was talking. No one was even glancing at each other. They were all just blank. Eyes staring into nothing as the tragedy sunk into them.

Someone died.

Someone died a few hours ago.

Someone died in this very motel that they were staying in.

Doojoon closed his eyes.

He was lying in bed doing nothing in particular when Kikwang suddenly burst into his room. Doojoon bolted up into a sitting position. “Kikwang…” he trailed off, seeing at the state Kikwang was in –

Kikwang looked so frenzied, so… panic-stricken. The younger didn’t even say anything – and he probably won’t need to – but Doojoon immediately knew that something was wrong… terribly wrong.

“D-Doojoon hyung…” Kikwang stuttered out, as pale as a ghost.

After everyone else knew what happened they all gathered in the lounge they were in. The three girls were already in, and Doojoon almost wanted to head back out –

But he didn’t. He stayed.

Doojoon covered his face with his hands.

What just happened?

Doojoon didn’t expect much went they went here. This was supposed to be occupying just a tiny part of their memory – easily forgettable once they made it back home.

It was just a tiny bump along the road.

But now here he was, in the lounge, mourning over a recent death, surrounded by a dark aura with things he might not ever forget.

He felt like he’s been here for years than days. He wasn’t sure it that was good or not.

The dark and unwelcoming motel. Gayoon noona…

…Yang Yoseob…

Doojoon suddenly stood up, making all eyes turn to him.

“Um…” he struggled to answer, shifting in his feet. “I…. I’ll just go out… for a while…”

He walked out briskly, all eyes following him as he did.

Doojoon closed the door behind him, sighing once he got out of the tension filled room. He didn’t stop walking though. He just took a moment to breathe before he continued walking random ways –

He kept walking. He didn’t know where he was going, but he kept going. He kept walking – taking random twists and turns here and there – until he felt that he really was alone, away from anyone or anything.

He stopped. He looked around before leaning against the wall. He closed his eyes, trying to calm down his heartbeat which unbeknownst to him was beating wildly while he was walking. He let out a shaky breath.

He just needed some time to be alone.

He needed some space for a while… sometime to think.

Lately Doojoon was having trouble sleeping. He couldn’t get to sleep. He didn’t know why, but it started when they went to this motel. He had to admit, sometimes he would get sleepless nights even at home, but lately it’s gotten worse.

Now... every night Doojoon would lay awake in his bed, not even an ounce of sleep coming to him, no matter how exhausted he was…

Suddenly a faint tune cut off his train of thoughts. It was someone humming.

“London Bridge is falling down…”

“Falling down…”

Doojoon suddenly snapped his head up, getting off the wall. He looked around, eyes widened. Was it….?

Yoseob…?

Doojoon looked around anxiously, looking for the source of the voice. He quickly headed towards one end of the hall. He turned on the corner –

“My fai –“

The humming came to a halt. Doojoon faced the hall in front of him. There was nothing there. It was completely silent.

Doojoon sighed – in both relief and frustration. He probably just imagined it. He straightened himself up… he should be getting back to the others now. He turned around – back the way he came – and started walking. He was merely 5 steps away when –

“Yoon…Doo…joon…”

Doojoon twisted in his heels the moment he heard the voice. Doojoon’s eyes widened.

It wasn’t his imagination.

It was Yoseob.

He was leaning on the wall across Doojoon. “Y-Yoseob-sshi…” Doojoon stuttered out, taking a few steps back.

“Where are you going?” Yoseob wasn’t looking at him; he was staring blankly at the wall beside him, emotionless.

Doojoon couldn’t do anything except stare at Yoseob with wide eyes.

“Where… are you going?” he repeated when Doojoon did not answer.

Doojoon blinked at the question. “Eh – Um… I’m just going back to everyone else…” He scratched the back of his head awkwardly.

“You’re leaving… aren’t you…?” Yoseob continued asking, as if he didn’t hear Doojoon’s answer.

“W-What?” Doojoon was taken aback by the sudden remark.

Yoseob still wasn’t looking at him. “…You’re leaving…” Doojoon’s eyes widened.

“You’re afraid… aren’t you?” Doojoon suddenly stopped, looking at Yoseob. “That’s why you want to leave… you’re… scared…of…me…” Each word trailed longer than the last.

Doojoon swallowed uncomfortably. “What??” Doojoon smiled awkwardly. “Me? Of course not… It’s just that – “

All of a sudden Yoseob smiled.

Doojoon’s eyes widened. Yoseob smiled and hung his head low, allowing Doojoon to see only the bottom half of his face.

It was a smile but it was sad and happy and it was harsh and everything at the same time. It was a manic, insane smile that brought chills to Doojoon’s spine. He wanted to look away, but he couldn’t.

“Liar…” Doojoon felt as if he’s lost his voice. “Liar…”

“You are scared of me. You can’t wait to get away from me… You… you hate me…” Yoseob kept talking. He didn’t stop. He didn’t stop for even a second. He kept talking and suddenly Doojoon couldn’t breathe and –

“Liar…Doo…joo…niee…”

The silence after that was deafening. I was loud and deafening and screaming at Doojoon’s ears as Yoseob kept his smile on. The aura was suffocating and tense that he couldn’t breathe and he wanted nothing but to get out of there –

“Doojoon hyung!!!!”

Doojoon let out his breath that he didn’t know he was holding. He panted softly, heart about to beat right off his chest. Slowly the tense atmosphere disappeared. But he didn’t dare look at Yoseob.

“Yah!!! Doojoon hyung!” Doojoon gulped, trying to steady his breathing before answering back. “W-Wait, Im coming!!” Doojoon turned to the way he came, about to go back to the others –

“Don’t leave…” Doojoon froze. He didn’t turn his head to look at Yoseob behind him – he didn’t want to – but he just listened, eyes wide.

“Don’t leave…please…” His voice was emotionless but Doojoon could somehow tell that there was sadness in his voice.

“Doojoon hyung, hurry!! What’s taking so long?!” Doojoon clenched his teeth. “I’m sorry, Yoseob-sshi” he muttered quietly – he didn’t know if Yoseob heard it or not – before running back to the others.

But Yoseob didn’t hear it.

Yoseob was left alone, with no answer, didn’t even spare him a glance before leaving.

Yoseob stood there, alone, unmoving.

He was still smiling, but his eyes were wide. His eyes were filled with misery as he clenched his teeth, head hung low.

A tear went down his face.

Slowly his shoulders shook. But it wasn’t because he was crying. His shoulders shook continuously with silent laughter; smile wide, as more tears slowly kept appearing.

“Bad…bad…bad…”

Suddenly his eyes turned dark. His voice turned into a cruel, dark one. He laughed once more

“Bad people don’t deserve to live”

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Part I: Inescapable Mystery.
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Yoseob was walking across the hallway, head tilted. Face blank. His eyes were bloodshot –

“London bridge is falling down… falling down… falling down”

In one hand he carried along one of his dolls. In the other he dragged along a long rope. His bare feet slowly walked across the floor, the floorboards creaking with every step.

“London Bridge is falling down… my… fair… lady”

He smiled.

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A/N: I suck so bad right now for leaving this fic for more or less a year...im sorry ;A; //hugs tight
Yes...Im alive...errr....yes.....

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BEAST COMEBACCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK

2013-05-28T14:28:35Z

Im soooooooooooo hyppppppppperrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

there going to be releasing the teaser audio in a few minutesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss (midnight KST):D :D :D : D

*rolls around bed runs around house shouts hits random people*

seriouslyyyyyyyyyyy 8D

anyway I found out because i logged on to twitter and immdediately saw b2uties trending this: #괜찮겠니

kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!! IM SO PROUD OF US B2UTIESSSSSSSSS!!!!

Its just a teaser audio but everyone is going nuts about it!!!!!!!!!!! seriously!!!! every five minutes there are like 45 new tweets about it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

b2uties lets give this album a great success :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

Seriously...I am just so proud of being a b2uty :">

BEAST FIGHTING!!!! B2UTIES FIGHTING!!!!!!!!!!

My mind is blank .______.

2013-04-15T15:52:14Z

I cant seem to find anything to help me update
Read if you want to see epic sadness nonsense flowing out of mah mouth =3=

aaaaaaaaaaa flfashfaksgslkdjfhsajfldhgflkdsjdjhkfg

WAE WAE WAE WAE T^T
Im seriously depressed right now

I reaaalllyyyyy want to right the new chappie for Cold Innocence
But Im feeling sooo out of the zone rite noww OTL
For the past few days now actually

I seriously need to update it but rite now I've only got the first and last part of the chappie....
I need about 750-100 words mooarrrr
I.want.to.write.
Seriously, Cold Innocence is getting to its better parts and here I am who cant even write the bridge between intro and Part 1 OTL
The next chapters somehow like a link. the first 6 chappies were the "Intro: Unescapable Mystery" and the following fics are "Part I: Darkness Unfolding" (8D) and to get to Part I I.need.a.bridge. and I cant find anything to help me write it T^T
nooo, i mean, I KNOW what to write and I know HOW to write it....but idk WHY I cant get it out of my head T^T
I need something. anythinggggg T^T

Does that mean I hate my own fic? NOOOOOOO, Im looking forward to writing Part I 8D....manyyyy things I want to write in Part I hhihihihihi >:D
But I cat even get past this bridge barrier fic OTL am I a bad writer? ;_;

The chapter would probably be up at LEAST 2 days after today. Or until I get out of my funk ;_;
I needs love right now. Inspiration beh beh o3o <3 <3

Cold Innocence (6/?)

2013-04-03T15:48:12Z

Title: Cold Innocence: My Fair Lady
Author: candyfae
Genre: mystery, drama, horror
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own them, but I do own these fics of mine, and the plots (unless said otherwise)

Summary: Few day’s stay at an old motel can change became a nightmare for the five as they discover more and more secrets about a single boy and that one room in the end of the hall.

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6. My Fair Lady

Dongwoon

This will be bad, really bad…

Dongwoon gritted his teeth. That Lee Kikwang…sometimes it feels like I’m the older one…

Dongwoon took a big step forward – so that he was just behind the pair…behind Kikwang – when he heard Kikwang say –

“Hi! You’re Yoseob right? I’m Kikwang, Lee Kikwang” And before his beloved could do anything else, Dongwoon yanked him back.

“Yah” he hissed at the other, who looked innocently at him. “What do you think you’re doing?!” Now it was Kikwang’s turn to narrow his eyes at him. “Stop it, Woonie, don’t be so grumpy. You’re probably just scared with all the things Junhyung hyung was saying”

“I’m not scared; I’m just smart enough to know that this isn’t safe”

Dongwoon kept his gaze at Kikwang as the other boy deemed to be lost for words, not knowing how to retort. “I…” he started, blinking –

“You’re just jealous” Kikwang finally stated, raising his head up slightly in a boastful way before turning back – again – to Yoseob, who still didn’t move at all from where Kikwang left him, while Dongwoon just stood there staring at Kikwang as if he had 4 heads.

Really now… Dongwoon was left dumbfounded.

Seriously… he cursed to himself, running a hand through his hair. He looked at his lover –

His eyes widened as he saw the pair in front of him move forward – Kikwang had casually patted Yoseob’s shoulder, urging him to move forward. Yoseob remained expressionless, eyes still on the doll as he carefully sewed it. Dongwoon followed quietly with a sour look from behind, cautiously and suspiciously watching Yoseob.

“You’re…You’re Yoseob right? Yang Yoseob?” Dongwoon heard Kikwang say. Dongwoon came closer to them, but still remaining cautious.

“Yeah” It was the only sound Yoseob gave out in the deafening silence of the motel, which seemed to be everywhere. Kikwang nodded, humming in acknowledgement. It was quiet again, Dongwoon had his teeth gritted slightly, hoping that his boyfriend would lose interest of talking to Yoseob and just leave –

“Hey”

Dongwoon mentally face palmed himself for actually believing that there is a chance that Kikwang would lose interest. He puffed out of his cheeks, staying closer to Kikwang and hoping that he wouldn’t f\do or say anything stupid.

“Hey, Yoseob-sshi…is that yours?” Kikwang gestured to the doll Yoseob was sewing. Kikwang looked at Yoseob, waiting for a response until he would continue. After a while, Yoseob nodded. Kikwang looked at the doll more, before smiling sincerely “Wow…It’s…it’s beautiful” Yoseob didn’t reply, he just kept walking ahead.

“It really is beautiful you know…” Kikwang said, letting out his thoughts. “Too bad it’s broken…It’s okay though, you’re fixing it” Kikwang finished his statement with a small smile. Dongwoon had to admit, the doll was beautiful, even if it was missing a limb.

“Even if I fix it…it’s only physical…” Yoseob suddenly muttered glumly, eyes still fixated on the doll. Kikwang and Dongwoon exchanged glances at each other. “But there would forever be a wound… inside…you could never fix that…everyone in this world has wounds, but all they do is cover it up, they hide it…no matter how much their soul bleeds”

“But…dolls are an exception right? They’re non-living beings after all…” Kikwang answered bluntly, yet his voice was calm.

“Nothing is an exception here, even these hollow beings” Yoseob looked at Kikwang for a second before going back to fixing the doll. Dongwoon blinked at Yoseob’s response, looking at Yoseob carefully –

“You shouldn’t try to get close to me” Yoseob stopped walking.

Kikwang’s eyes widened slightly, also coming to a full stop, Dongwoon behind him. “Yoseob-sshi…?”

“You shouldn’t talk to me anymore, either”

Before Kikwang had the chance to answer back, Yoseob started, walking the other way, past Dongwoon. Dongwoon eyed Yoseob, then –

Just for a second, just for a quick moment –

Yoseob’s eyes flickered up to meet with Dongwoon’s as he passed by him. Dongwoon stumbled back a bit. The way Yoseob stared…those narrowed eyes –

It was cold… it looked dangerous –

It was dead eyes staring into his.

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“Yah! Lee Kikwang, I hope you’re happy with your new friend” Dongwoon said sarcastically as they entered their room. Kikwang ventured to the bed, happily sitting on it with a bounce.

“Well, yes…yes I am” Kikwang beamed, oblivious to the sarcasm. Dongwoon looked at Kikwang weirdly. “Sometimes I wonder what’s up there in your head hyung” he simply said. Kikwang pouted “You’re mean…” he said before putting his tongue out to Dongwoon, causing him to chuckle and do the same to Kikwang.

“Yoseob-sshi is nicer” Kikwang said knowingly. Dongwoon blinked, scrunching his brows at Kikwang.

When they were heading back hey didn’t utter a single word, they just stayed side by side as they walked. But in Dongwoon’s head there was so much things he needed to say to Kikwang, something like –

“I think you shouldn’t go near him anymore, Kiki” Kikwang leaned on the bed, facing Dongwoon. “Who?”

“That Yoseob guy…I think you shouldn’t get involved with him” Kikwang suddenly bolted up, narrowing his eyes at Dongwoon.

“Ha! See?! I knew it! You are jealous!” He stated, pointing accusingly at the younger. Dongwoon swore he would get wrinkles at how much he started at Kikwang as if he had three heads.

“What?! Hyung, you’ve heard what Yoseob said! We shouldn’t even talk to him anymore!” Dongwoon ran a hand through his hair. Why was it so hard to talk to Kikwang sometimes?? He breathed out, trying to relax. “He’s dangerous Kiki” he continued calmly.

“How do you know that?” Kikwang cut him off. “Kiki, it’s not only me! You’ve seen how the guys reacted when Junhyung hyung said his name! You’ve heard what he’s said, heck even Yoseob said it himself! Don’t get close to him!”

Soon the night continued with the couple arguing over that one boy.

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“Ahh!” Fei whined, jumping unto the bed face first. Suzy was lying down of the edge of the bed, playing with her phone while Jia stayed by the window munching on a snack she had in her pocket.

Suzy stopped fiddling with her phone to look at Fei, who had her legs and arms spread out on the bed. She pouted. “Eonni, stop being so whiny!” There was no response as the older still kept her star-fish like position. Suzy narrowed her eyes at the other before looking elsewhere.

She then saw her other eonni, Jia. She took her time to look around once more, when she then noticed something.

“Jia eonni” Jia looked up. “Yeah?”

“Where’s Minyeong eonni?” Jia blinked looking around just as Suzy did. “Now that you mention it, I don’t see Min anywhere…”

“She went out” Fei suddenly joined in, raising her head. She clearly remembered her dongsaeng going out of the room quietly. She pursed her lips. “You know how she is, always having he need to go around and stuff…”

Suzy narrowed her eyes slightly. “We should go get her… The condition of this place is bad enough…”

Jia chuckled, taking a bite out of her snack.

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“Kikwangie, we’re walking out again!?”

Kikwang had once more dragged Dongwoon out to walk in the halls. Last night they kept on arguing until son enough Kikwang had had enough and crossed his arms and proceeded to completely ignore Dongwoon. Dongwoon, being the one who isn’t likely to stay mad – he was the one who usually makes up first between their fights – hugged his boyfriend from behind and finally apologized. But now Dongwoon wasn’t so sure if apologizing was the right thing as they were out of their rooms once again and venturing around the motel.

“Why, we had fun yesterday right?” Kikwang answered back, pouting at him. “Fun? Yesterday was not fun” Dongwoon muttered to himself, not wanting to start another argument between them. Suddenly Dongwoon felt a tug at his hand. Dongwoon looked at Kikwang “Wha – AH!” Dongwoon was cut off as Kikwang bursted into a sprint, pulling Dongwoon along. Soon Dongwoon’s eyes widened as he saw a familiar boy in the hall.

“Hey! Yoseob-sshi! Over here!” Yoseob looked their way, Kikwang smiled.

And Dongwoon mentally cursed a hundred times.

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“Hey, Yoseob-sshi?” Kikwang called out.

They were walking…again…side by side…again…with Dongwoon behind them…again. Dongwoon had a sour look on his face the moment Yoseob appeared, proving that his lover did not listen to him… again. Yoseob wasn’t holding – or fixing – anything this time, he had his arms limp at his side as he still kept his head down.

Yoseob didn’t respond but Kikwang continued anyway, knowing that the other was listening. “you know, I’ve heard a lot from you from my friends…wait, that means you’ve met them right?!” Kikwang looked at Yoseob excitingly, whilst Yoseob merely glanced up to him in a split second, eyes cold yet blank.

Dongwoon bit his lip, trying his best not to make any sound of annoyance or frustration…or even amusement. Because from where he is, seeing Kikwang smile at the other while Yoseob remained glum… he tried his best not to laugh at how hard his precious and beloved hyung was trying.

“You…You’ve met them right?” Dongwoon heard Kikwang repeat. “You know… I mean, that’s why they know you; So you must have met my friends before! Hyunseung hyung… and Junnie hyung too… Doojoonie hyung too!” Kikwang kept on ranting, making Dongwoon roll his eyes –

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Suzy bolted out of their bed. She had grew restless, more importantly – she was worried for her eonni, Min. She glanced at her other two eonnis in the room. “You know…” she started, making Fei and Jia turn towards her.

“We should really really look for Min eonni now…”

Fei smiled amusingly, “Sure Suzy, I’ll call her”

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“I mean, Is it just me, or …”

Dongwoon stared broadly into space as Kikwang continued, glancing towards his oblivious lover, who seemed so happy and enthusiastic. He took a quick glance at Yoseob, who hasn’t made a single sound yet. Soon Kikwang was too busy ranting that he didn’t even notice that the one he was talking to wasn’t beside him. Dongwoon blinked, seeing Yoseob stopping abruptly. Dongwoon snapped his head up to Yoseob’s face. The boy had his head hung long, his long blonde bangs casting a shadow to prevent Dongwoon from seeing his face.

Dongwoon bit his lip, not even daring to go near the boy in front of him.

“So you must have seen how h –“ Kikwang finally stopped, noticing the boy beside him missing.

“Yoseob-sshi?” Kikwang called as he spun on his heels. He blinked on seeing Yoseob frozen on his tracks. Kikwang started to go closer, when Yoseob spoke out suddenly, head still hung low.

“I warned you…”

Suddenly Yoseob snapped his head up. He took a step forward slowly – a big step forward towards Kikwang – and stopped just in front of him, just a few inches away from touching Kikwang’s face. But even until now –

Yoseob’s face remained expressionless as he gazed into Kikwang’s eyes.

“Be careful... No one usually gets this close to me”

It was quiet after that. Kikwang stared at Yoseob with wide eyes, slightly freaked out. Yoseob stay in the same place, in front of Kikwang, still staring at the other with glum eyes. Dongwoon was about to take a step forward –

Suddenly they heard heavy footsteps echo out from around the corner. Kikwang snapped out from his daze, snapping his head to the footsteps, Dongwoon doing the same. Yoseob averted his eyes away from Kikwang, but he still stayed in the same position. Soon they heard a voice fading in as a figure appeared from around the corner.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine eonni…I really am, I was just going around…geez…”

It was the girl from yesterday. Dongwoon looked at her. Wasn’t she the one who called his Kiki cute? The girl looked rushed, her handbag bouncing as she ran steadily towards them.

“Yeah, I know…fine. I’m going there… I’m coming, just hang on eonni” She gritted her teeth, clutching her bag tighter as she was getting closer to them. She ignored Kikwang and Dongwoon, who were following her with their eyes, instead her eyes fell to the boy who wasn’t watching her. Her eyes narrowed as she tried to look at the boy’s face –

Suddenly Yoseob’s eyes flickered up to stare at the girl. He didn’t move, but his eyes were heavy on her. Her eyes widened at seeing the boy’s gaze before snapping her eyes away from the boy. Shaking it off quickly as she hurried down the hall and reached the staircase. She rushed down to meet up with the others –

Her eyes widened as she gasped –

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Dongwoon snapped his head towards the stairs, eyes big and mouth gaped slightly as he heard a large crash, along with a shout, followed by some more crashing sounds.

“What was that!?” Kikwang looked at Dongwoon with panic and fear in his eyes before spinning on his heels and rushing towards the staircase, Dongwoon following. Yoseob stared at them dolefully, unmoving, as they ran to the source of the noise. He tilted his head ever so slightly to the side before walking, too, towards the stairs, while he hummed faintly –

London Bridge is falling down…

Kikwang and Dongwoon reached the staircase.

Dongwoon almost screamed at seeing what was before his eyes.

The girl from earlier lay on the bottom of the staircase. Her limbs were sprawled in an awkward and uncomfortable manner. It looked broken. Her limbs were broken. She lay face down. There were even cracks on the floor from the impact, the cracks gathering right in the head of the girl. But the one thing that stood out was –

There was blood. The blood seeped out from her head, puddle of red liquid slowly becoming larger as it gathered around her. Her hand was twitching slightly –

There was no other thing to say except…

That girl is dead.

“What…” Kikwang struggled to say. Suddenly he was cut off with another girl’s voice.

“What was that!! Min, was that you? Min…MIN!!!” Suddenly a girl rushed over to the lying body. The girl raised her trembling hands, turning over the departed one’s body.

Dongwoon cringed. It was worse now that you could see the front. There were bruises everywhere. Her face was dripping with blood, everywhere, from the top of the forehead to the end of the chin; there were seeps of blood dripping down from her temple.

“No…” the girl shakily said, tears emerging from her eyes. “No…No no!” She placed both her palms on the cheeks of the dead one, tears now falling nonstop. “NO! MIN!” Soon she was broken down to endless sobs as she bawled out on her friend. Her hands were shaking badly, which now went down to clutch at the dress.

Dongwoon didn’t know what to do. He could only stare as he watched the girl cry before him. Soon more footsteps were heard, as more people arrived. Gayoon noona suddenly rushed over, along with other staff members and the other girls who were with the deceased. Gayoon’s eyes were eyes filled with fear as she glanced at the dead body. Suddenly her eyes snapped up to look at him, looking at him with so much shock. But there was something else in her eyes…

She looked back at the body, brows going down in fear. “No…” she muttered before rushing out again, leaving Dongwoon confused and panicked and scared.

Soon nothing else was heard except the loud bawling of the girl over the deceased as more people came rushing forward, trying to pry the crying girl off from the other.

But Dongwoon could only watch in fear…

Behind them, unbeknownst to everyone else, was Yoseob.

Yoseob stared at the whole scene before him, expressionless eyes grazing over each and every one of them, before he turned around, slowly walking away from the scene. He hung his head back down, his slow footsteps echoing out.

London Bridge is falling down…

…my…fair…lady…

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A/N: After 5 chapters, now is when the story really begins muahahahahahahaha. *hides under the covers* I have a bad feeling about this chappy though ._. This chapter was long….the longest chappy o3o Anyways, comments are <3

Follow me @Candyfae ^_^ Love You Guys <3

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Cold Innocence (5/?)

2013-03-25T14:33:08Z

Title: Cold Innocence: New faces, New friends?
Author: candyfae
Genre: mystery, drama, horror
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own them, but I do own these fics of mine, and the plots (unless said otherwise)

Summary: Few day’s stay at an old motel can change became a nightmare for the five as they discover more and more secrets about a single boy and that one room in the end of the hall.
A/N: Warning: it's a filler chappy, meaning its boring :((

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5. New faces, New friends?
Kikwang

They were all seated on the dining table once more, later that night.

It was their usual dinner for the past few days that they were here: They would be served what was called a ‘special meal’ made by the chef because it was a ‘special day’. But these ‘special meals’ happened everyday because they were one of the few guests that are here. But they weren’t complaining, the food here was better than most of the random, non-major restaurants they’ve tasted on Seoul.

They would then be usually accompanied by the cheerful Gayoon noona, who usually sat beside them or stand behind them. There would be a few chit chats here and there, sometimes started by Gayoon noona, but nothing serious.

But today it was quiet – it was unusually quiet. Kikwang looked at everyone. He looked at Doojoon, who had his cheek resting atop his palm which rested on the table, and was playing with his food nonchalantly. He looked at Junhyung, who was just sitting still and looking at his food, lips pursed and occasionally looking somewhere else, as if expecting something. He looked at Hyunseung, who seemed the strangest – he was eating, but he seemed different, closing his eyes for a long time, shaking his head, breathing in and out slowly. He looked at his lover beside him – Dongwoon – who seemed indifferent, eating casually like he always would. Kikwang scrunched his eyebrows.

Why was the three acting strange… probably something happened that he and Dongwoon didn’t know about – well, that’s probably because the two of them have spent most of the time here sleeping in each other’s arms, being the sleepyheads that they were. Kikwang – being the innocent and oblivious boy that he is – decided to bring out the topic.

“Hey” he started, which didn’t get their attention. He cleared his throat. “Hey, guys…hyungs” he emphasized the last word, making all of them look at him, including their mankae, Dongwoon. When they looked up at him, Kikwang suddenly felt uncomfortable, the way they were staring at him. He bluntly shrugged it off – or at least tried to – their stares looked downright serious and tense.

“What’s up with you all…you’re acting weird all night…” he trailed off, already feeling uncomfortable with all their stares.

The rain was still strong outside, and up until now it showed no signs of stopping and it was the first time Kikwang saw a storm this long…probably a freak storm or something.

“Umm…I mean – what did you guys do today? Anything interesting happened today?” He finished it with a weird, obviously fake laugh, and now it sounded awkward as it echoed around the room, bouncing off the walls.

There was no response after that, and Kikwang bit the inside of his cheeks, wanting to hide behind Dongwoon after being ignored.

“Today….” Dongwoon answered, titling his head to the right and thinking and thank God Dongwoon was there to save Kikwang from further awkwardness. Dongwoon laughed, “Well, today I was with you the whole time, Kiki…and all we do is sleep…so yeah” he laughed again, and Kikwang nodded at him halfheartedly.

It was quiet again when Junhyung – who was at the other end of the table – suddenly cleared his throat. Kikwang looked up at him. “…Gayoon noona?” Junhyung called.

Gayoon, who was at the side, turned to Junhyung, with her warm smile on her face. “Yes Junhyungah?” “Oh..umm, could you plese get me…or us rather…some more water? Ah, Thank You” Junhyung added the last part upon seeing Gayoon smile brightly before nodding, turning her back to them and walking out with the usual ‘clacking’ of her heels.

Junhyung watched Gayoon until she was out of the room. The moment she disappeared his small polite smile suddenly disappeared. He suddenly turned serious as he turned his head back to the others. That caught the attention of all, seeing that Junhyung was never the type to get so worked up about something.

“Junhyung? What’s up? Kikwang asked with a slight quake in his voice. Junhyung breathed out.

“Guys…” he started. Everyone was looking at him. “…we’ve been here for a couple of days now…weeks maybe…” He bit his lip every now and then, having a hard time trying to convey what he trying to say.

“Don’t…don’t you guys notice?”

Everyone looked at him with confused looks. “Notice what?” Doojoon asked. Junhyung scrunched his eyebrows. “I mean… you guys don’t see? In the hallways…in rooms…”

“…Haven’t you guys met him…? Yang Yoseob?”

Suddenly, at the mention of his name, the atmosphere changed. Doojoon blinked, looking at Junhyung now with more interest, Hyunseung suddenly make a weird noise as he gripped his utensils harder, while Kikwang and Dongwoon remained looking at Junhyung with confused faces. Kikwang tilted his head. He’s heard about Yoseob from Doojoon, and he’s certain that he’s seen him too, during the first days of their stay. He seemed normal – at least to Kikwang – but having them all react like this…

“I…I don’t know…I just…” Junhyung leaned forward a bit. “Doesn’t he seem… a bit odd to you guys? A little…too different? I asked Gayoon noona about him, but all she did was shrug it off and told me that he just comes here often and… he’s really bothersome so it’s best not to mingle with him…but…it doesn’t...feel that way does it? At least… to me it doesn’t…that’s why I wanted to ask you guys…while noona isn’t here – “

“Here’s your water guys! Sorry I took so long!” They all stopped and turned their heads at the sudden voice, the tense atmosphere disappearing as fast as it came. Kikwang took a quick glance to Junhyung, who puffed out of his cheeks and slumped back on his chair.

“Ah, Thank you noona…” Junhyung muttered.

Kikwang blinked, lips puckered, not knowing how to respond to what just happened.

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“Heeey! Woonie!!” Kikwang smacked the back of Dongwoon for the hundredth time, the younger still not responding. He was lying face down on the bed, long arms and legs spread out towards the four corners, while Kikwang was standing in front of the bed, hands on hips, with an irritated pout on his lips.

“Yah” Kikwang scowled. Silence. “Yah. Son Dongwoon” he repeated, still receiving no answer. “Yaaah, Dongwoon! I know you’re not sleeping! I wanna play!!” he finally gave up his strict tone and whined, wiggling his arms like a child. Dongwoon finally looked up. “Eeehh, let’s sleep first hyung!”

“We always sleep! It’s boring! Let’s go out together for once!” Kikwang said. “How do you know it’s boring when you sleep, since you’re asleep yourself?” Dongwoon paused, not understanding what he had just said. He shrugged, “Still, I think sleeping is nice. The only way I’m going with you is if I get out of this bed”

Kikwang’s face scrunched up. “That’s it!” he finally said, going over to the side of the bed. He grabbed Dongwoon's arm and leg and pulled, hard.

“Kiki, wha – AH!” Dongwoon yelled upon falling down to the floor. Kikwang stood on top of him, arms crossed, with a slight smile on his face.

“You’re off the bed”

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They were walking – or at least Kikwang was skipping, and Dongwoon was getting dragged behind – hand in hand around the ground floor.

“Yah…Yah Yah! Lee Kikwang, will you please slow down a bit?” Dongwoon whined as Kikwang gripped his hand tighter. “Aish! You’re just slow! You should exercise more Woonie~” Kikwang retorted, reaching the hallway leading the front lobby. Dongwoon opened his mouth to retort when Kikwang suddenly stopped, causing the younger to crash into him.

“Ouch! Kiki, why did you stop?!” Dongwoon rubbed his forehead. He looked in front of Kikwang, before mouthing his lips into a small ‘o’ upon seeing a figure carrying tons of luggage appear before them. A head suddenly popped up among the luggage.

“Hi Gayoon noona!” Kikwang cheerfully greeted. “What’s up with all the bags?” Gayoon smiled, “Ah, there are a bunch of new guests here; I’m bringing their stuff up to their rooms!” Gayoon looked excited, very excited, seeing that they weren’t the only people here. “Oh, you want us to help noona?”

“Ah, no need~ no need, I got this” she quickly cut off Kikwang’s offer with an enthusiastic smile, with that, she quickly went past Kikwang and walked off in the opposite direction. They two looked at her until Dongwoon suddenly felt the hand around his tighten once more. Dongwoon looked questioningly at him. “Wha-?”

The rest was cut off – again – as the sound of footsteps approached. Soon it was joined by voices. “Ah, I hope the rain ends soon!” “Yeah, it’s so weird, it was raining too hard while ago…” Kikwang raised his eyebrows, ‘wasn’t raining too hard?’ Before long the voices came closer, until it revealed at bunch of girls. Kikwang and Dongwoon stayed silent on the side of the hall, the four girls still not noticing their presence.

“Hey, you g…” One of them started, only to fade out once they had noticed the two. It was quiet now – the two groups walking past each other. The moment was long. It was long and strange and so utterly quiet as the girls past them. Soon, after the four had gone out of view, Kikwang could hear them start their chatter again.

“Ahh, so we weren’t the only ones here?” “Yeah~ and that smaller boy looks so cute!” “Yah! Min, you’re so loud! They could hear us!”

Kikwang blinked, turning to face Dongwoon. Dongwoon shrugged. “That was weird…” he simply said before Kikwang suddenly chuckled at his bluntness and pulling him once more. “Let’s go”

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Thunder struck the sky.

Kikwang and Dongwoon were walking – still – and by now Dongwoon was a grumpy mess while Kikwang remained enthusiastic as they ventured different halls of the place.

“Kiki! I’m bored now! Let’s go back and sleep!” Kikwang looked at Dongwoon beside him, who was now curling up into his arms. Kikwang pouted, shrugging off the other. “You’re such a baby, and it’s only been an hour, you can’t expect something wonderful to happen every now and then! Besides, it’s better than sleeping. You think sleeping is better than everything”

“Well, anything is better than this!” Dongwoon retorted. Kikwang scrunched his eyebrows. “Just you wait Son Dongwoon” They reached a hall somewhere in the third floor.

London Bridge is falling down…

Kikwang blinked. Before long, the humming grew louder as a boy came around the corner.

…London Bridge is falling down…

The boy hummed gently, slowly getting closer to the pair. In his hands was a doll – it was a plush doll, the ones that had stuffing in them. The doll an exotic dark brown skin tone, the sapphire blue dress adorning the skin. But something was wrong with it – its right arm had came off, it was ripped sloppily, some cotton already falling out of the doll. The boy was fixing it though, he was slowly sewing the arm back.

Kikwang looked at the boy – who kept his eyes cast down on the doll as he hummed – as he began to take a step forward –

Suddenly Kikwang felt a hand grip at his wrist as Dongwoon quickly grabbed him and pulled him back. Kikwang looked at his boyfriend, and before he had a chance to say anything, Dongwoon suddenly spoke out in a hushed and frantic manner.

“Kikwangie” his voice was breathy as he whispered.”You don’t know? That’s Yang Yoseob! The one Junhyung hyung’s been talking about last night!” Dongwoon’s eyes shifted to Yoseob to see if he had heard, but the other still kept sewing, slowly walking closer – much closer – to them. Kikwang’s mouth gaped open slightly, also turning back to the boy. Now that he looked at the boy more…yes, yes he is Yoseob. The boy he saw the day they came here.

“You should avoid him! Remember what Junhyung hyung said?!” he heard Dongwoon continue, still facing Yoseob.

Out of nowhere, a thought suddenly came into Kikwang’s head.

Waaiiit, why should he avoid that boy?

He didn’t do anything wrong did he?

Poor Yoseob, that boy is probably just lonely… he needs some friends!

…maybe…I should be friends with him

Kikwang nodded challengingly to himself, a bold smile going to his face. He muttered back to Dongwoon.

“Why should we? I’ll go and talk to him” With that, he approached Yoseob, leaving Dongwoon on the same spot, who by now has his jaw dropped and eye’s widened.

“No! Yah, Lee Kikwang, what the hell are you thinking?! Argh! I have a bad feeling about this… I knew sleeping was a better idea!” he said to himself, all manners disappearing from his voice as he chased after Kikwang.

But soon the next thing he saw was Kikwang rushing over to Yoseob’s side, cheerfully greeting the other. Yoseob slowly stopped sewing, eye’s glancing up to Kikwang with a blank expression, still quiet. Dongwoon gulped as he thought –

This will be bad, really bad…

A/N: This chapter’s practically a FILLER! Sorry guys for a boring chapter >n< It’s just so that I can link the happenings before to the one that will happen o3o Please don’t get bored (-.-‘’’’)
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Cold Innocence (4/?)

2013-03-01T08:06:27Z

Title: Cold Innocence: Soulless Creatures
Author: candyfae
Genre: mystery, drama, horror
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own them, but I do own these fics of mine, and the plots (unless said otherwise)

Summary: Few day’s stay at an old motel can change became a nightmare for the five as they discover more and more secrets about a single boy and that one room in the end of the hall.

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4. Soulless Creatures
Hyunseung

The door shut close.

“Fuck…I have had enough of this!” he cried. He bolted for the door, reaching his hand out to escape from this place –

Suddenly there was a voice from the corner of the room, a calm, melodious voice –

“Don’t run… you might break another one of my dolls…”

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Hyunseung skidded to a halt. He tried his best not to belt out another yell upon hearing the voice that came out of nowhere in the dark room.

Now as pale as a ghost, Hyunseung turned around – panting – eyes wide and feeling very panicked.

He felt even more disrupt when he saw the source of the voice.

It was Yoseob. When did he come in here?

Yoseob stood at the far corner of the room, blank, emotionless eyes were staring right at him and they seemed to burn holes in Hyunseung. He had his head tiled to the side a bit, on his hand he clutched another one of those dolls –

- He was holding the doll that Hyunseung broke.

And right now, he has seen so much – too much – that he can’t seem to register anything. So right now, his mind was too downright panicked and blurry to even think about what he was saying or what he was about to say.

“W-what…?” he asked bluntly, shakily. He raised his hands awkwardly, not knowing where to place it where it would feel awkward or uncomfortable with Yoseob staring at him.

“Don’t run… you already broke one of my dolls…” Yoseob repeated solemnly, voice monotone, hand stroking the hair of the broken doll.

“Your…dolls…?” He asked, just as blunt as before. He slowly looked around the room, looking at all of the dolls.

They were all…his?

So this was…his room?

“You mean…this is all yours?”

“The world is cruel. They only destroy those who do not deserve to be gone from this world…all of those innocent people…” Yoseob continued, completely ignoring Hyunseung’s questions. His head was now looking down instead of Hyunseung. He was talking to himself…or rather talking to the doll.

“Do you deserve it?” he asked the doll, his fair hands going down to stroke the face of the doll. Hyunseung could only watch, afraid to interfere. “Would I…deserve…it? Did I…?” Yoseob said faintly, but enough for Hyunseung to hear.

Yoseob’s head suddenly looked back up to Hyunseung, only now his eyes weren’t expressionless, it wasn’t blank. Now it had intensified. He was looking at Hyunseung seriously, a cold spark in his eyes.

“Why are you here?”

Hyunseung almost choked on his own words. “I…I well…I-I… you see – I’m sorry… I –“ he stuttered, unable to answer properly under Yoseob’s intensifying gaze. But then again, even without Yoseob there, he still wouldn’t be able to answer.

“I’m sorry, I was walking…and…and well – I got curious and…” he managed, hands going up to try and loosen the collar of his shirt which to him had somehow gotten tighter.

“Oh…? You don’t…dislike…these things?” Yoseob said, monotone voice coming back, his gaze returning to those cold yet innocent ones. “I don’t know why I have these things…but…I don’t dislike them either…” he said. Hyunseung noticed his fingers went to trace the cracks on the doll he was holding.

“H-Hey…I’m sorry…about your doll…” Hyunseung cautiously said. “It was an accident…I bumped into it and…”

“Some say dolls like these are creepy…scary…” Yoseob said, standing up, holding the doll by its arm, letting it fall limp on his side. He walked across the room, Hyunseung following him with his gaze. He stopped walking, tilting his head slightly towards Hyunseung. “…You don’t think that?” he asked glumly.

“Well…at first…but now…” he trailed off, not really sure on what to say. His experience with those dolls a few minutes ago had frightened the hell out of him, but now that he felt less…hectic... he started to notice the beauty in the dolls, those little details that even made him admire them. Hyunseung didn’t know why…but he felt tired all of a sudden.

Yoseob nodded upon hearing his statement, turning his head away from him. Hyunseung hesitated at first, but now he found himself curious once more as he slowly went to where Yoseob was. He found himself looking at a doll which Yoseob has his eyes at.

The doll had dark violet hair – almost black – that was straight and curved a bit on the ends. The doll had full bangs and wore a black corset with roses on it. It had a small rose hat adorned on its head.

“This is my favorite” Yoseob said. He reached out his hand to tuck a few strands of hair behind the ear of the doll. “She looks so…peaceful”

“It’s strange to me…that they can look so calm… Like there are no problems in the world…even though they are surrounded by nightmares and the cruelty of this world. Everyday…” he muttered. Hyunseung wasn’t sure if Yoseob was talking to him or to himself.

“E-eh…well… maybe that’s why she’s so happy, because she’s found a solution to her problems…” Hyunseung said. It felt strange to him, talking about something non-living as if it was alive. As if it had a soul. As if it had a life. He would normally want to say that he found it stupid, but strangely, it wasn’t. Now that he and Yoseob were talking about it, strangely, it didn’t feel silly at all, just…out of the ordinary.

“Impossible.” Hyunseung blinked at Yoseob’s blunt reply.

“There are always problems in this world. Even if you find a solution or not, another dilemma’s bound to surface again. But some problems really don’t have a solution, whether you like it or not…”

“Ah…” Hyunseung replied, not really knowing how to reply to this. Yoseob suddenly turned around to face him.

“Do you feel…different?” he suddenly asked Hyunseung. “Different?” Hyunseung asked.

“Don’t you feel…weaker? Ill?” Hyunseung’s eyes widened at his statement. He felt bewildered, because right now, he felt uneasy, he felt like his chest has gotten tired and he needed a rest. “This isn’t a good place for you…for people… since you are not used to it…” Yoseob trailed off. “Not a good place…?” Hyunseung repeated.

“Nothing is perfect in this world. Alive or not. Even these dolls.” Yoseob started walking once more, leaving Hyunseung the choice of following him or not. Hyunseung, gathering courage once more, trudged forward, following Yoseob. “That’s why everything seeks to gain that thing they are missing. To try to overcome their flaws and imperfections. They want to be perfect” They walked further away from the door, to the deeper part of the room.

“The dolls…” he said, still clutching the broken doll in his hand. “Dolls are hollow…completely hollow in body and in soul.” They stopped at an old, wooden desk. On that desk was what seemed to be a doll. But this doll wasn’t finished, It had a face, a body… but it lacked some parts of its limbs. It was completely naked, and only had one arm. It had a left leg, but its right leg was cut down to its thigh only.

“This doll was never finished…It would now just forever like this, waiting. Waiting for someone to finish it.” Yoseob said. “But I still keep it” he added solemnly

“Dolls are soulless creatures. That’s what connects them to death. That’s why they are deemed dead and nonliving, because they are completely hollow…” Yoseob continued from his past statement.

“Everything wants so be perfect, so all hollow things seek to fill out their emptiness. All of those soulless creatures, they seek out souls for themselves…” Yoseob turned to him, and Hyunseung could just make out a small – ever so slight – smirk on the other’s lips.

“Don’t you feel as if there’s something being drawn out of you? Like…this place…is getting your soul?” Yoseob narrowed his eyes slightly, very tiny smirk still in place. Hyunseung gulped, already close to hyperventilating.

“W-wha…” he tried to talk, but right now the impact of what Yoseob said caused his throat to dry. Suddenly he felt dizzy. He looked around - like the whole world was spinning – and saw all the dolls.

All the dolls that faced him.

London Bridge is falling down…

…falling down…

Hyunseung cringed, grunting as he stumbled backwards. He clamped his hand on his mouth, shaking, as he panted heavily. Everything around him was blurry.

…my fair lady…

He ran his hands through his hair – pulling at them – looking everywhere and seeing those dolls, the faint light of the room flickering above their faces, as if their eyes were following Hyunseung.

He saw Yoseob, still staring at him with the same blank haunting expression, unmoving – eyes just black pits of cold innocence. He simply just dolefully watched, despite the other looking in terribly bad shape and was now breaking down in cold sweat.

…London Bridge is falling down…

Each line was louder than the other. Each line was rougher than the other, and each line hurt his ears than the other. Hyunseung just wanted everything to stop stop stop. He glanced up at Yoseob with wide eyes, Yoseob was suddenly staring at him with sad eyes. He raised up his finger to his lips, telling him to keep quiet.

“You should go. This place isn’t safe for anyone” Yoseob tilted his head to the side –

“I’m sorry…you shouldn’t have gone here….” He finished quietly. Yoseob looked down, and in a split second, his eyes seemed to flicker. In that split second, it was as if a switch was turned in Yoseob. Hyunseung could only watch, terrified, as the innocent spark in Yoseob eyes disappeared.

Yoseob looked up, and he had a small smile on his face. He smiled, but the smile was dark, mysterious, and almost evil. He looked at Hyunseung, his dark eyes staring right at Hyunseung.

“Leave. Before you end up dead in here… Jang…Hyun…Seung…”

The next thing he knew, he was running.

He was running out of the room, away from Yoseob, away from all the dolls. He ran through the dark hallway, not daring to look back.

London Bridge is –

Hyunseung cried out, covering his eyes. The tune was still playing, from the room or just in his mind, he didn’t know, he just wanted everything to stop.

He was running. He ran all the way to the door of his room, hands shaking very badly as it took him several attempt to grab the doorknob and twist it open –

He finally did, and he stumbled to his room.

The next thing he knew, everything was black.

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Hyunseung snapped up, eyes wide, panting.

He looked around him, seeing his room in the motel. He was sweating. Hyunseung looked down to find himself in bed. He looked up again.

What…was that?

“Hey” Hyunseung snapped his head to the source of the voice. It was Junhyung. He was standing by the window. “Had a nice nap?” Hyunseung blinked, not knowing how to answer that.

Was everything that just happened…only a dream?

He shook his head. He closed his eyes and tried to recall the events –

Suddenly, a flash of images appeared on Hyunseung’s mind.

The hallway.

The room.

The dolls.

Yoseob.

He snapped his eyes open. The images just now were so vivid, so real. He blnked, until he felt Junhyung’s stare on him. He looked up, panting a bit. Junhyung was looking at him worriedly.

“Seung, you okay?” he asked, going over to Hyunseung. Hyunseung raised his hand when Junhyung was going closer, causing Junhyung to stop. “Ah, I…I’m okay” He said, voice still a little rough… probably because he just woke up.

Before Junhyung had the chance to continue, Hyunseung got out of bed. He walked towards the door. “I’ll just go out for a while” he said to Junhyung, getting out of the room.

Once he was out, he leaned on the wall, breathing deeply. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to remember what had happened after his encounter with Yoseob.

London Bridge is falling down…

…falling down…

Hyunseung snapped his eyes open upon hearing the tune play out in his head.

…falling down…

Hyunseung’s eyes widened.

No, it wasn’t in his head. The tune came coming from somewhere, someone was humming it. Slowly it got louder until Hyunseung could recognize the source of the petrifying song. He tensed up, already feeling the presence of that person get closer.

Yoseob came into view on his left.

He was looking straight ahead, eyes not even paying a since glance to Hyunseung. His eyes were once more the monotonous ones, face unmoving as he slowly hummed. Hyunseung kept staring as Yoseob was walking past him…

…to the dark hallway…

…to his room….

“H-hey…” Hyunseung tried to call Yoseob, trying to see if Yoseob would respond. Still, the other just kept walking. Does this mean that it was all just a dream?

Hyunseung looked at Yoseob some more. That was when he saw it.

The doll he was holding –

It was the exact doll that he had broken. It still was damaged, it still had the cracks and gaps on it. Then for a quick moment there Hyunseung could sense Yoseob’s stare on him as he past Hyunseung.

…my fair lady…

Yoseob disappeared into the darkness of the hallway. Hyunseung paled, turning white.

Everything that had happened was true.

It was real.

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A/N: THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE POSTED LAST MONDAY T^T Guys, I’m sorry ;_; My computer crashed but I didn’t save it yet so then everything was gone, then I was too sad and stuff, then Tuesday and Wednesday came, but I couldn’t really touch my precious computer. The Thursday was a trip to this river thingy and I could only post it now… PLEASE DON’T KILL ME ToT

On a side note, I’m not satisfied in writing this chapter =n= Hopefully it will get out my message….?

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Cold Innocence (3/?)

2013-02-19T13:28:59Z

Title: Cold Innocence: Doll
Author: candyfae
Genre: mystery, drama, horror
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own them, but I do own these fics of mine, and the plots (unless said otherwise)

Summary: Few day’s stay at an old motel can change became a nightmare for the five as they discover more and more secrets about a single boy and that one room in the end of the hall.

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3. Doll

Hyunseung

Hyunseung always had this great big bubble of curiosity. Everywhere he went, he was always questioning things, some might answer it, others would just be irritated and shoo him away to bother someone else. Needless to say, Hyunseung was an adventurer. So the moment they stepped in into this old motel, his muscles were itching to go inside and venture every single nook and cranny there is. So, as quiet as he is in the group, he always has the want to go to some places where he shouldn’t.

And today wasn’t an exception.

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“You coming?” he heard Junhyung ask. Hyunseung puffed his cheeks and rolled face-down on the bed. “Nope” he said, not bothering to lift his head to prevent his voice from muffling. “I’d rather take a nap.” He then heard Junhyung mumble something before closing the door. Hyunseung closed his eyes.

I’d rater take a nap. Well, this was partly true and false. He’d visited and talked to Gayoon-noona so much times that he had gotten bored with it, so now what’s the use of doing it again when you could just take a nice, refreshing nap? But today he was itching to go out on an adventure more than ever, and he actually didn’t feel like sleeping. He sat up, blinking and looking at his surroundings. He spotted the window far on the wall.

He sat up, groggily and headed for the window, looking out. As expected, the rain still stayed strong. Hyunseung narrowed his eyes, looking for something else interesting.

Then, through the misty fog of the glass, he spotted the silhouette of a rooftop. He smiled inwardly, his curiosity reaching its peak. He turned around swiftly, grabbing his jacket and heading out the door.

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He walked past Kikwang’s and Dongwoon’s room, so now he was facing the stairs. He puffed out of his cheeks, poking his head out to look up the stairs. The distance to the rooftop was not short but it isn’t that long either.

He shrugged his shoulders before beginning his ascent up the staircase, counting the steps as he goes by. He swiftly went past the few other floors until he reached a metal door on the top, which had gotten rusty on the sides over the years.

Hyunseung placed both of his palms on the door, feeling the chill of the rain outside. He pressed his ear against the door and heard the heavy raindrops splattering on the ground. Eagerly, he put on his jacket, and reached for the door handle –

It was locked.

Hyunseung’s face scrunched up into a scowl, trying again, but still hearing the same click sound of the locked door. His scowl deepened, raising his leg to kick the door. The metal clanged loudly, the sound echoing over the stairs. He made a irritated sound, kicking the door again – but not as loud – before grumpily going back down the stairs.

Soon he reached the second floor once more, head slouched slightly as he dragged his feet back to his room. He gripped the door knob, about to open it when he suddenly froze, as if he felt a chill breeze flow through him. He shivered, breathing out when something when something caught his eyes.

He snapped his head quickly to the right, sensing as if something was there, and there he was met with an eerie, dark hallway.

The spark of curiosity flew back to his eyes as he slowly let go of the doorknob, his eyes still glued to the dark hallway on his right. He turned to face the hallway, titlting his head and blinking.

How come he only saw this now?

There was something at the end of that hall, he just knew it. He went a few steps forward ineptly, clumsily, into the hallway, his vision slightly getting blurry. And it was clear – oh, so very clear – that ‘forbidding’ aura that was surrounding this eerie hall. He shivered, trying to make out something – anything – that was on the end of the hall, but still, the only thing he met was pure darkness.

He wondered if the end of that hall was nothing but pure darkness.

For the first time in his life, it wasn’t just plain curiosity that he felt. It wasn’t just that strong sense of curiosity and that alone - even during the time when he got lost during those field trips when he was young, he wasn’t at all bothered by this, instead he kept getting himself lost by exploring the places until his teachers found him and gave him a good, old, long sermon. It was all adventuring and exploring. That’s that.

It was all normal.

But for the first time in his life, it wasn’t just that. He actually felt scared…fear. And it was strange for him, to feel this, because he rarely felt it. So to be scared by just this, it made him want to see what made him act like this so much.

He breathed out, trying to steady his already fast-beating heart (though all he did was stand there and look). With an unsteady glance back to his room behind him, he started each step more cautious than the other as he walked into the darkness ahead of him.

With each step forward, he could see the surroundings less and less as it got steadily darker. He felt himself trembling a bit, wondering how long he was out already…or if Junhyung was back from his snack…actually he was trying to think about anything and everything just to keep his mind occupied and not to the hall he was now approaching. But still, the more steps he made - even if he feels himself shaking and trembling – he felt even more eager to find out what was on the end of this hall, which was now darkening to the point where he could just see blurry outlines.

He walked a few more steps forward before completely stopping. He scrunched his eyebrows, reaching his hand forward –

Solid. It was a wall.

So this was it? Dead End?

Hyuseung grunted, before narrowing his eyes. No. This is not a dead end. Something is here. Something has got to be here. He tried getting his phone – he had no idea why he didn’t get it before – for a light source.

!Low Battery!

He frowned, he remembered to have just charged it this morning, and he hasn’t used it much. Low Battery? Now? He shrugged, well, light isn’t an option anymore.

He narrowed his eyes once more, placing his hands flat on the wall – wait…no it wasn’t a wall…it was rough…and it had carvings…like…

A door!

He felt his senses tingling, moving his hands around again until his fingers met something cold.

The door knob.

Bingo! He blinked, looking closely and making out an door that looked like the usual ones in the motel: wooden..and well, old. But this one…this one had a certain feel to it. Like it was different, different from everything else.

This meant that there are some secrets inside.

Hyunseung grabbed the doorknob. But then he paused for a while and started to think.

Did he really want to know what was inside?

Was he up for it?

He felt his inside tingling with anticipation, but what if inside that room was far too worse than what he would have had imagined? Still, he was going to take the chance.

He breathed out, calming himself before gently – hesitatingly – opening the doorknob. The moment he opened it he felt a rush of chills run through him, even though he still hasn’t seen what’s inside… It’s like whatever’s inside there noticed his appearance, and is…excited? Happy? Even Angry?

He gulped, stepping into the room, slowly, shakily. His eyes widened, gasping, as he immediately felt this strange sensation overwhelm him.

In the room were several shelves, tables, and chairs. And it was scattered everywhere, be it on the edges of the room, or the middle. The room was dark, no light source except for a small, flickering, faint light in the ceiling in the middle, even fainter than the ones outside. It’s walls were painted with a dark, grey color that matches the ceiling. The floor was wooden so that with each step that Hyunseung would make, a small, almost inaudible creak would sound out. The room almost looked like an ordinary storage room.

Almost.

Almost, because on every shelf, table, and chair, lay several dolls. The dolls would differ, some would be big, some small; some in glass cases, some just strewn on the surface, or some either neatly sitting down or standing up. Each doll was unique, not one having the same hair and clothes… and expression.

Some were happy…almost too happy…dangerously happy.

Some looked miserable and greatly depressed.

Some were clam, eyes flat and showing no emotion at all.

He stopped walking, heart beating fast as all the dolls seemed to be placed to face the middle…where he was.

He raised his hands awkwardly then proceeded to wipe his palms on his pants. He looked around, going to the shelves, examining them carefully, but never touching them.

But maybe I could…

He raised his hand, to touch…feel… one of the dolls in front of him. His fingertips brushed the hair –

THUD!

Hyunseung yelped, hand going to cover his mouth and body whipping around to see the source of the noise, heart almost exploding out of his chest. He panted heavily, as if he run a thousand kilometers, and his skin has paled, eyes wide as he walked to where he heard the sudden noise, like something fell.

He looked down, and cringed upon seeing it.

It was one of the dolls. This one had short hair with a sky blue color, with a white headband adorned with ruffles. The color of its clothes matched the color of her hair, and it was in a long, silk gown with ruffles on the bottom. It’s limbs were placed in an awkward position because of the fall, it was bent in a way that a living person could not copy. The face was blank, empty. Its eyes showed a bottomless pit. But all of this was not what made Hyunseung cringe so badly.

It was because this doll was made from glass.

It was made from glass, and since glass is breakable, the impact cause by the fall was enough to cause cracks everywhere on the doll. There were cracks everywhere, but it didn’t break. There was a big crack running down the doll’s face – from the head down to the cheek. There were small gaps on the arms and legs, shards of glass that were to fill the gaps lay beside the doll, scattered.

Hyunseung breathed out shakily, walking backwards – away from that doll.
He kept walking backwards until he bumped into a shelf…into another doll.

“GAH!” he shouted upon feeling the doll he had bumped. He turned around to face the doll quickly –

The door slammed shut.

“Shit!” he cursed, turning around – again – and looking at the door with wild, almost hysterical eyes. He could still see – his eyes have already adapted to the darkness. He looked around him, seeing all the dolls…all the dolls face him. He was shaking terribly now.

…London Bridge is falling down…

…falling down…

…falling down…

Suddenly that horribly slow tune started once more. This time it sounded rustier, the tune cracked more, it sounded ten times rougher. He looked around, looking for the source of that tune. But the more he looked, the louder it got, the harder it was to tell.

...my fair lady…

“Fuck…I have had enough of this!” he cried. He bolted for the door, reaching his hand out to escape from this place –

Suddenly there was a voice from the corner of the room, a calm, melodious voice –

“Don’t run… you might break another one of my dolls…”

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A/N: OMG OMG OMG OMG IT’S FREAKIN WEDNESDAY AND THIS IS THE ONLY TIME I COULD POOOSTTT!!!! That’s because I started it lateeee around Thursday, and Friday and Saturday was a busy day for me T^T forgive meh? I wanted to finish this one time SOOOO badly that I wrote some parts at school during class and having mah teachers scold me =3= UWAAAAHHH!!!!!!!!!!

This chapter was supposed to be longer, WAY WAAAAYYY longer…but instead, here I am…posting it up super late and leaving you guys with a cliffhanger…sort of. =n=
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Cold Innocence (2/?)

2013-02-09T08:44:10Z

Title: Cold Innocence: Who is he?
Author candyfae
Genre mystery, drama, horror
Rating PG-13

Disclaimer I do not own them, but I do own these fics of mine, and the plots (unless said otherwise)

Summary: Few day’s stay at an old motel can change became a nightmare for the five as they discover more and more secrets about a single boy and that one room in the end of the hall.

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(Preview) (1)

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2. Who is he?

Junhyung

“My my… you really look so much like your mother…so…much”

Voice was rough. Drunken atmosphere clear around the room.

“ahh…thank you…”

Small. Uneasy. Barely heard from across the room.

“Life…” Footsteps. Heavy footsteps.

“…is really unfair…don’t you think?”

“…”

Silence. Loud, screaming, deafening silence pushing at his eardrums.

Stop. A knife glistened.

NO!

Sudden movements. Struggling.

Choked sounds. Panting.

“Stay Still!”

Crash.

Horror. Terrifying.

The knife shined just above him.

… scream of agony… a scream of pain…cries…

…blood…

The thunder was loud.

“Ahh… yes… ok… we’re fine…” Junhyung answered half-heartedly.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed on his room. He listened to his mom rant on and on through the phone, occasional buzzing being heard due to the poor signal.

“Al…zzzt…right then. Stay Safe. Call me… zzzzt… when the storm… zzt… settles a bit” His mom’s voice was muffled, barely heard through the hard rain echoing outside.

“Mmm, okay…bye. Love you.” Junhyung shut his phone before tossing it aside. He plopped down the bed, running a hand through his hair.

It stayed silent for a while.

Just then, the bathroom door opened, revealing Hyunseung.“Hey” he said, going over to lie next to him. It was silent again.

“Bored?” he asked, rolling over to his side to face Junhyung. Junhyung grunted. “Of Course…of all the places to stay on a stormy weather like this…” he sighed, massaging the bridge of his nose.

Hyunseung scrunched his eyebrows sadly before going closer to peck him on the cheek. “Don’t worry… I understand. Let’s just hope that the storm would settle. In the meantime, let’s just find something to do.”

Junhyung sat up. “Well… I’m going to go and get a snack downstairs. It is, after all, the only decent thing here. Food” He stood up and headed to the door. “You coming?”

Hyunseung shook his head, rolling over face down on the bed. “Nope” his voice was muffled. “I’d rather take a nap” Junhyung shrugged, opening the door, muttering an ‘alright’ before heading out and closing the door with a ‘click’

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Junhyung was standing in front of the display cases, each shelf having some sort of pastry on them.

“Hello”

Junhyung snapped his head back quickly, heartbeat fast and eyes wide. He sighed - in relief, he didn’t know why, but there’s something about this place that seems so… unreal… - upon seeing the young woman whom they first met in the dining hall days ago and is now considered very close with them.

“Ahh, you scared me. Hi, Gayoon noona”

Gayoon smiled warmly, going over beside Junhyung. “So… what are you looking for?” She said as he bent over, looking at each of the shelves.

“I don’t really know… anything I guess” Gayoon laughed. “Come on, you have to at least give some suggestions” Junhyung smiled at her light-heartedness. “Well, something sweet I guess, like a cake of some sort”

“Ah” Gayoon said. “I’ll go get you a fresh slice of our best cake. Wait here” she said, smiling. With that, she turned on her heels and walked to the kitchen, the ‘clacking’ of her heels echoing around the room. As Junhyung watched her go, he noticed a bruise on the back of her arm which wasn’t there the other times they had conversed..

Junhyung went over to sit on one of the tables. He sat on the chair in the end of the room and casually tapped his fingers on the table to a beat inside of this head.

Not even a minute later, Junhyung stopped upon suddenly hearing a voice humming faintly out of nowhere.

Build it up with wood and clay, wood and clay, wood and clay…

The humming grew louder, and then a boy walked into the room in which Junhyung was in. Junhyung recognized him as the boy they saw the day they came here, only now he felt uneasy. Almost scared. He was clutching something on his hand but he couldn’t see it. He remembered Doojoon telling them a few days ago that his name was Yoseob…?

The boy kept his gaze straight, eyes heavy. Junhyung couldn’t help but watch as the boy went to sit on a chair, their tables almost directly facing each other. There was awkward silence after that – for Junhyung at least – as the boy kept humming slowly. Junhyung cleared his throat nervously, uneasily.

“Umm… hey…” he started, trying to ease the tense aura around. But Yoseob kept humming, as though he heard nothing. Junhyung let out an uncomfortable sigh.

“Hey…” he tried again. “Yoseob…right?”

My fair –

Yoseob came to an abrupt halt the moment Junhyung said his name. Now Junhyung was sort of wishing how he shouldn’t have even talked. He watched as Yoseob kept his gaze down. He nodded lightly. A few moments and they both didn’t talk. Only now it was worse since Yoseob was no longer humming, and now the silence was deafening. Soon Yoseob went back to fiddling along with the thing on his head. Junhyung stretched his neck to see what it was –

It was a doll. The doll was wearing a pink dress full of ruffles. It’s hair was a soft blonde, and it’s curls were now tangled up and messy. There was a white blindfold on the doll, wrapping tightly around its eyes. Junhyung kept staring at the doll, feeling something strange when Yoseob suddenly moved it out of his view. Junhyung blinked.

“Uhm… that doll you have there, it’s pretty” Again. No response. “Did someone give that to you?” Yoseob stopped fiddling with the doll abruptly, and he stayed still for a moment.

“Yes.” Junhyung listened absent-mindedly. “But…” Yoseob continued, head tilting back down to continue playing with the doll. “that person…” The boy suddenly smiled head still low.

“Here! One freshly baked slice of our cake!” Gayoon suddenly entered again, catching Junhyung’s attention. Her happy aura and loud footsteps was drowning out all the uncomfortable feeling from a while ago. Junhyung’s head snapped back to Yoseob. He watched Yoseob as he stood up again from the chair. He raised his hand to reveal the doll, and clutched it to his chest the way a little kid would do.

Junhyung watched as he walked slowly out from the room, head tilted slightly. Yoseob stopped for a second, he turned his head a bit, and Junhyung could feel Yoseob staring at him. Chills went down his spine. Yoseob then turned back and walked away.

Junhyung kept staring at the door through which Yoseob left, eyes slightly wide.

“Hey” Junhyung blinked, looking up and seeing Gayoon waving a hand in front of him. “I brought your cake. Now stop spacing out like that” she said with a laugh. Junhyung nodded, awkwardly laughing along, mind still not present after meeting that boy. Gayoon noticed this and pouted.

“Junhyung! What’s up?” Junhyung snapped back to reality. Should he tell her about Yoseob? Does she know already about him? Who is he?

“Ah, Gayoon noona” he started. Gayoon answered him with a small hum. “Is someone named Yoseob staying here right now?”

The whole atmosphere suddenly changed.

Junhyung knew that Gayoon was trying to hide it, be he saw how her eyes widened slightly, her warm, cheery aura fading slightly. “…noona?”

Gayoon looked back up at Junhyung, sliming again. “Ah, Yoseob. Don’t mind him. He likes to visit here with his family every now and then. He’s actually quite a troublemaker, playing pranks on guests and stuff, so stay away from him if I were you” she ended it with an unstable laugh, waving her hand at him. Junhyung noticed this, but he decided to keep the conversation going. “Didn’t you see him? He was here a while ago when you brought the cake” Gayoon tilted her head to the side, acting as though she is confused. But the panic was visible in her eyes.

“Oh? I didn’t see him…” before Junhyung had the chance to respond, she talked again. “Well, let’s change the subject shall we? So, where have you guys been before you came here?” she asked with a wide smile, as though she is hiding something. Junhyung sighed inwardly; he wanted to keep talking about it, but now he would just go and accept the story Gayoon had said: he’s just a normal boy who likes to play pranks on people by acting the way he does a while ago.

But something about him seems different…

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Junhyung was on his way back to his room.

After eating the cake, which was exceptionally delicious, and chatting with Gayoon, who made the cake, he headed back to his room to take a nap, since it was the only other option for him which didn’t involve physical effort.

He absent-mindedly climbed up the stairs, to the second floor, and kept on walking. He past Kikwang’s and Dongwoon’s room, and stopped at the door to his room. He paused for a while, before going in.

Hyunseung was still sleeping on their bed, and looking at his boyfriend already made Junhyung feel sleepy. Junhyung walked past the bed. He should change into more comfortable clothes first. He kept walking until he reached the window. He stopped for a while, staring at the heavy rain outside. It was then that he noticed that the motel had a rooftop. He stared at it for a while, the fog in the glass preventing him from seeing it clearly.

Then he saw it…

He could just make out an outline of a person. Junhyung widened his eyes. Why would someone go out in a weather like this?! He narrowed his eyes, trying to make out who the peron is…

Lightning flashed. Junhyung gasped as he saw blonde hair, eyes limp at the side, head looking straight, and eyes staring out gloomily at the night, soaking wet in the rain. Just who was he?

It was Yoseob.

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A/N: WOOT WOOT! I did it!~!!~ I updated within a week :D Yeah, here it is, chappy 2 >3< It’s JUNHYUNG this time :DDD oohh the lovable rapper XD Next week would be Dongwoon or Hyunseung…but I’m still deciding, decide for me, ne? ^_^

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Cold Innocence (1/?)

2013-02-04T12:46:09Z

Title: Cold Innocence: Fatal Encounter
Author candyfae
Genre mystery, drama, horror(?)
Rating PG
Disclaimer I do not own them, but I do own these fics of mine, and the plots (unless said otherwise)

Summary: Few day’s stay at an old motel can change became a nightmare for the five as they discover more and more secrets about a single boy and that one room in the end of the hall.

Previous:

(Preview)

1. Fatal Encounter

Doojoon

“Cheers! For our success!”

They laughed, clinking their sodas together as the car sped on. Junhyung, who was driving, gulped down his coke. “Who would’ve thought we’d win that band contest!” he exclaimed, gesturing the one beside him, Hyunseung, to pass him another can.

“It’s probably because of my voice” joked Dongwoon, earning a smack from Kikwang. “Don’t be so proud” Kikwang said. “Besides, my dancing also got us to the top!” They all laughed, talking together all the way back to Seoul.

The five: Doojoon, Hyunseung, Junhyung, Kikwang and Dongwoon, formed a group together. And recently they were invited to join a competition away from the city. Enthusiastic as they were, they joined and, with great efforts, they won.

After a few hours, a light drizzle started to pour down. “Fucking.. Oh great” Doojoon said, exaggerating. “Why rain now?” Dongwoon patted him on the back. “Relax, hyung, its only rain.” But that statement was quickly wiped away as the sound of thunder sounded almost immediately after Dongwoon had said it. Hyunseung grimaced, turning to Junhyung. “We better stay off the road, looks like a storm is coming soon.”

Junhyung huffed, “Easy for you to say, we’re in the middle of nowhere! Damn, why does the competition be so far away from Seoul?!” They drove around, going through twists and turns, and finally, they spotted something.

“There!” Kikwang exclaimed, pointing at what looks like an old building. There was hesitation in Junhyung’s face, before it was wiped away when the rain started to get harder. “Well, I guess that would do” Junhyung said as he drove the car to the motel. They went out the car, grabbed their things from the trunk (which was a lot, since they did come from a band competition), and hurried inside.

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They entered the motel, wet from the rain which has now gotten stronger.

Doojoon was the last who entered, scrunching his nose as he did. It had a dark setting, probably because no one ever visited here. The walls were peeling off, the floor creaked slightly when you stepped on it, and the chairs had a layer of dust on them, all to be completed with the depressing sound of the rain, sometimes accompanied by loud roars of thunder. The whole atmosphere seemed unwelcoming. They all groaned, dropping their bags on the floor. “What’s with this place…?” Junhyung muttered, running a hand through his wet hair.

“Welcome…” A soft melodious voice said from behind him.

Doojoon jumped at the sudden voice, gasping as he turned around. There stood before him, a man who looks just a bit younger than him, eyes slightly closed. His skin was so pale it was almost pure white, and his hair was tinted blonde that was almost as pale as his skin. He wore an eye patch (a medical eye patch to be exact) on his left eye, and his other eye had slight dark circles around them, as if he hadn’t slept in days. He had his hands clasped together in front of him, head low, and Doojoon could only think of one word.

Beautiful...

The boy’s eyes gently opened, irises turning ever so slowly to face him, and the moment their eyes met contact, Doojoon had shivers going down his spine at the never ending coldness in those eyes.

Coldness, but the amount of innocence in it was just as much.

Doojoon didn’t know what to do, except stare back. The other kept his gaze, face showing no sign of emotion.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a click resounded in the air, grabbing everyone’s attention. Almost immediately after the click, another tune started fading into place.

London Bridge is falling down… falling down… falling down… London Bridge is –

Everyone cringed at the tune. It was slow, and had a slight depressive feeling to it. The sound cracked and sounded rough, not at all like a happy nursery rhyme. Doojoon blinked, turning to look at the boy behind him. He was no longer looking at Doojoon, but he had his eyes cast down again, as if afraid to look at anything.

…my fair lady…

The tune stopped abruptly and at that moment, thunder roared in the sky.

Goosebumps…

“Doojoon hyung, let’s go” Dongwoon called out to him. Doojoon shook his head, rushing over to the others who were at the front desk already. There behind the desk sat a middle aged man, probably around his 40's, slouched in his seat as he twirled a cigar around his lips.

“Um… Good afternoon sir… We’d like to, um, stay… here, for the night or so?” Dongwoon said, nervousness creeping up his spine as the old man stared at him with cold, merciless eyes. “Well, of course you did, idiot.” The old man said, removing the cigar from his mouth to blow smoke to the five’s faces. Dongwoon scrunched his brows at the somehow insult, opening his mouth to retort when Doojoon suddenly cut in.

“Well, can we have a room to stay in?” He asked. Junhyung nudged him in the side. “Doojoon-ah, seriously, one room? At least make it two. Besides, me and Seung need some private time” Junhyung said, causing Hyunseung to turn red beside him. Doojoon sighed. “Fine, make tha –“

“Three!” Kikwang piped up. “Woonie and I here need some space too, hyung.” Doojoon rolled his eyes, mumbling something about ‘it’s my money’. “Three rooms please” he said to the old man. “How long?” the man questioned, the loud typing sounds from his typewriter echoing through the air.

“Well…” Doojoon answered, look outside at the rain, which has somehow gotten stronger. “I guess until the storm goes out” The old man grumbled, proceeding to open a drawer and dig out three keys. “Rooms 4, 5, and 6, second floor” he said, tossing the keys which Doojoon caught. Suddenly Doojoon remembered their bags which they had thoughtlessly dropped on the floor. “Oh, our ba –“. “No need to worry. We’ll take it up for you” the man cut in. Doojoon nodded, heading towards the staircase.

Soon, after the five have gone up the stairs, a mysterious smile crept up to the young boy’s face.

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Doojoon entered his room.

He cringed once more at the quality of this place. The room was equally shabby and depressing as the lobby. He went over to the bed, which looked very uncomfortable. He gave it a pat, the layer of dust spreading in the air. He scrunched his now. He really hopes that the storm would end soon.

He figured he should go over to the others first.

He went to the door, opening it –

There stood the boy from earlier, hands on the side and eyes staring at nothing. “A-ahh…umm…many I help you?” Doojoon asked, feeling uneasy at suddenly seeing the younger in front of him.

“Your luggage” he said, voice still as soft and melodious as when he first saw him. Doojoon looked over the boy, seeing their luggage safely and neatly arranged. “Ooh…wow umm…thank you” he said. The boy didn’t bother to reply, he just turned around slowly and walk down the hall to the left. Even though the hall wasn’t that long, it was still eerie and dark in the end.

“Oh, hey wait!” Doojoon called, stepping out of his door. He suddenly felt interest for the boy, like there was something for him to know. Like there was something he knew The boy stopped walking. “What’s…” Doojoon hesitated for a while.

“What’s your name?”

The boy was quiet for a moment, before he spoke out.

“Yoseob” He started walking again.

“Yang…Yo…Seob…” he chanted just before he disappeared in the darkness. As he did, Doojoon realized –

The only staircase was on the right side of the hall.

Doojoon blinked, he stepped out fully, looking and seeing that his room was the last one in the hall – Junhyung’s and Kikwang’s room was on his right… which meant that there weren’t supposed to be any more rooms to his left. So if he had the last room of the floor, how come the hall kept going?

How come the boy, Yoseob, was going there? There wasn’t anything there… the stairs were on the other side after all.

Unless…

Unless something else is there, hidden.

Whatever it was, Doojoon wasn’t sure if he wanted to know or not.

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“Well, at least the food here is okay”

They were all gathered in what was supposed to be the motel’s eating area. They were all in a round table, a small, flickering light bulb being the only light source. It was silent, nothing heard except the clanking and scratching of their utensils and the occasional roaring of thunder. Kikwang continued his rant.

“I mean…the shower barely works, the room itself is dirty, not to mention that the bed is covered with a bazillion layers of dust!”

“Yeah, the bed creaks a lot too” Junhyung added. “Annoying if you ask me…because now me and Seung can’t – “ The rest was left unsaid as everyone made a sound to cut him off. It was mostly of irritation or anger, but it was a sound of embarrassment from Hyunseung, who then slapped Junhyung on the arm.

"This place is creepy!” Dongwoon whined as the lights kept flickering. Kikwang rolled his eyes. “Don’t be such a baby, it’s all because of the storm”

A loud roar of thunder echoed, then the lights flickered off.

“More water?”

“GAH!” Kikwang shrieked at the voice behind him. The lights then flickered back on, revealing a young woman, who was standing behind Kikwang with a pitcher of water. Dongwoon chuckled “Look who’s a baby now” Kikwang glared at Dongwoon before looking back up at the woman and smiling brightly. “Oh sure!”

The girl smiled back as she refilled his glass. “Sorry about the electricity, it isn't usually like this, it’s only because of the storm.” Kikwang nodded, “Mmm, don’t worry about it… Thanks” he added as the glass was full again.

“Oh…so…you work here?”

She nodded, a small smile on her face. “Yeah…my dad’s the head chef here…right now our family’s kinda in debt…so it’s the only place we’ve got”

Doojoon stared at their conversation uninterestingly. Sighing, he turned to find something else that might catch his attention. He blinked as his ears then caught faint music coming from somewhere. He tried to look for where it came from.

Falling down…falling down…

…my fair lady…

Lightning spread through the room, filling it with brightness for split second.

And there he was.

Doojoon’s eyes widened.

The boy from earlier – Yoseob – was seated in the far corner, on an old, worn out stool, in the room next to the place where they were. There wasn’t any door leading to the room to where Yoseob was, just a wide opening, which made Doojoon see Yoseob but not the entire room.

His eyes, as usual, still remained downcast. His hair was shaggier than when he last saw him, which dropped a little to the left side of his head, covering most of his eye-patch. In his hands was a doll. The doll had a white dress on it – except that it had red scratches and marks on it. But the rest lay flawless. The skin was smooth and fair. It’s raven black hair flow down softly all the way to its waist, Yoseob fiddling softly with its hair. But what caught Doojoon the most was the expression on the doll’s face. It was s sad So…empty…it was as if you could almos fee it suffering. Doojoon shivered a bit, looking up –

Yoseob was looking back at him.

Doojoon immediately felt uneasy. It was like something suddenly hit him on the head, making him feel dizzy all of a sudden. His head hurt, like something was trying to get to his head, but he doesn't know what. He tried to shake it off a bit as he turned back to the others. After a while he looked back to the place where Yoseob was –

He was gone.

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A/N: ekeke, sorry this came up so late O.o I was supposed to post it up waaay earlier, but then I didn’t, cause I wanted to finish part 2 first…Idk actually XDDDD I wil TRY (notice how the try was heavily emphasized XD) to update weekly (remember: TRY) but still, don’t blame me…I’m way to busy now T^T

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Cold Innocence (PREVIEW)

2013-01-20T15:29:45Z

Title: Cold Innocence
Author: candyfae
Pairing: none really…Orig!3 maybe
Genre: mystery, drama, horror(?)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own them, but I do own these fics of mine, and the plots (unless said otherwise)

A/N: Well… Idk…I was watching this creepy anime thingy…and yeah o.o XD I don’t know why but the tune of the nursery rhyme ‘London Bridge’ just freaks me out QAQ. Like A LOT. Especially this one, so I added it to the fic. ._. Based partly on the mangga “another”

Summary: Few day’s stay at an old motel can change became a nightmare for the five as they discover more and more secrets about a single boy and that one room in the end of the hall.

some random title pic i did for this story XD

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“There!” Kikwang exclaimed, pointing at what looks like an old building.

“Well, I guess that would do” Junhyung said as he drove the car to the motel. They went out the car, grabbed their things from the trunk (which was a lot, since they did come from a band competition), and hurried inside.

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Welcome....

His skin was so pale it was almost pure white, and his hair was tinted blonde that was almost as pale as his skin...

He wore an eye patch and had dark circles underneathe his eyes...

Beautiful

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"W-Wait!"

"What's....What's your name?"

“Yoseob"

“Yang…

Yo…

Seob…”

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Be careful...

...no one usually gets this close to me...

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~COLD INNOCENCE~

Part I: Unescapable Mystery

Begin.

Next

HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOSEOBBBIEEEE

2013-01-06T13:50:00Z

ok ok ok
I know this is late, for like...1 day >n<
BUT THAT WAS BECAUSE I WASN'T HOME FOR THE WEEKEND AND THERE WAS NO NET THERE >n<
so anyway, ~~belated~~ (NOOOO, for me his birthday will last for a week!!! XD) HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOSEOBBBB!!!!

*throws confetti*

kyaaaaaaaaa, my ultimate bias <3
He's actually the first idol i've ever obsessed on. The biases before him were just like: awww he's cute, I like him <3
But I love love love Seob so much <3 XD

Haaa, forever the dance copy machine XDDDD
I miss those days, when you and Kiki were on Oh! My School together :P
Aaahhh, thank You for being so...cute XD ^____^ (thank you for your existence XDDD o.o)
CONGRATULATIONS on your triple crown :D
I look forward to our upcoming events (such as being a judge in the Voice! kids ;D)
3 years of BEAST
and....
23 years of you <333333
You're my Caffeine <3
Idk...sigh~~~ You re forever my ultimate bias <33333333

ANYWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY
PIC SPAAAAAM!!!

I love you kekekkekekkekkeke :DDDDDDDDDDDDDD
btw i Dont know why, but my fingers smell like strawberrys :DDDD XDDD

Come Home Soon

2013-01-04T09:28:29Z

Title: Come home soon…
Author: andyfae
Pairing: main!DooSeob, slight!JunSeung, slight!Kiwoon (kid!Universe)
Rating: G
Disclaimer: east owns themselves, and this is but the minds of their wonderful B2uties <3
A/N: did this at school XDDD Actually all I did was drew Yoseob hugging a bear, then a story suddenly popped out :D Written in kid universe, who doesn’t love kid!Beast ?

MAH ART XD

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Doojoon and Yoseob were the best of friends.

You could ask their mothers and they would say how they never are apart, they stick to each other like glue, they’re almost like brothers, and all that stuff mothers usually say…

But recently it hasn’t been like that.

Yoseob is 9 years old, Doojoon being a year older. They always do stuff together. Yoseob always has this daily routine: he would wake up, eat breakfast quickly (ignoring on the pleas of ‘eat slower, you’ll get a stomach ache!’ from his mom), then head straight to Doojoon’s house (which was just 2 houses away).

He would go straight into Doojoon’s house without even knocking - because he does it every day, so by now Doojoon’s parents have gotten used it and just look forward to his arrival. He would politely greet Doojoon’s mom and dad before running up the stairs, turning left, and don’t forget to slow down because he fell several time’s already, and stopping at Doojoon’s bedroom door just to barge in the next second.

Next Doojoon would look up, happiness evident in his eyes as he would ask ‘Did you bring me some food?’. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention how Yoseob saves up an amount from his breakfast just for Doojoon. So, back to where we were – Yoseob would smile, hand the food to Doojoon (because Doojoon’s breakfast is never enough for him) and they would eat the food together, preparing for another fun day full of games.

After that they would head out – Yoseob eagerly pulling Doojoon’s hand along with occasional squeaks of ‘Hurry up Doojoonie!’ – and meet up with the rest of their friends. After a full day of playing they would slowly lessen, each being fetched or called by their parents, until it was only Doojoon and Yoseob left. Their parents didn’t have to fetch them, since their house was so near (plus, Doojoon wanted to show that he was brave and that he didn’t need fetching, and promised to be responsible and come home on time).

They would walk home, hands linked innocently as they talked about their day as the sun was slowly starting to set behind them.

That’s how their average day would go.

That’s how it should go.

So our little Yoseobie here did wake up, eyes opening groggily as he slowly walked to the kitchen. He silently sat on his spot on the dining table, saying a quiet ‘good morning’ to his appa and eomma. His watched his mom cook breakfast, already thinking of spending the day with his friends… and more importantly – Doojoonie.

Speaking of which –

“Eomma” Yoseob asked as his mom placed a fresh batch of waffles on the table. “What day is it today?” His eomma smiled warmly at him, ruffling his hair. “Saturday, dear~ Why are you asking?” However Yoseob wasn’t answering this because he was already stuffing a bunch of food in his mouth. “Sorry…” he managed to say, “Doojoonie promised that he would buy me ice cream today! Is it okay if I go now? Bye Appa! Bye Eomma!”

“Yoseob wai – “ his mom hurriedly said but was cut off with a slight bang of the door.

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Knock Knock

Yoseob hummed a happy tune in his head, waiting for someone to answer the door. He had happily trudged to Doojoon’s house, a waffled packed up carefully in a plastic bag safely wrapped up around his arms. Yoseob was really really excited today. Doojoon rarely treated Yoseob to anything… anything that needed money at least. He was always saying how you need to be ‘ready for the future’ and therefore he always advised everyone (his friends) to save money. A week ago, however, Doojoon had lost to a bet with Yoseob and now he had to pay with – and yes, Doojoon is not happy with having to spend his savings of coins – ice cream.

Yoseob looked up upon seeing the door open, seeing Doojoon’s parents there. Yoseob gave them a bright smile, but Doojoon’s mom seemed to be confused.

“Yoseobie…what are you doing here?” she asked, however Yoseob was getting none of this, since he was too busy trying to peek inside. “Where’s Doojoonie? Is he in his room? Can I come in?...Oh…wait…Good Morning!” he hastily said, only to make Mrs. Yoon scrunch her brows. She knelt down to Yoseob’s eye level.

“Seobie, Doojoon is at soccer practice remember?” she said, softly ruffling Yoseob’s hair. Yoseob was silent for a while, still trying to contemplate what Doojoon’s eomma said. Upon realization, loneliness immediately swept over the boy as a pout formed on his lips.

“Ohh…yeah…”

Well, this was not the first time it had happened. It had happened many times already, which means that he has forgotten that his best friend has soccer practice…a lot of times.

Doojoon had been practicing for the trials for the next year’s elementary soccer team (‘This is very important Yoseobie!!!’ ‘Come on, help me practice, kick the ball to me!’) and soon enough had been admitted into the team. Well, that means one thing: more practice. So now all that Doojoon did over the summer was two things: Every Monday, Thursday, and Saturday he would be in their school’s soccer field playing from early morning until night (or whenever Doojoon wanted to go). The rest of the days he would spend with Yoseob, but that doesn’t mean it would be as fun as it used to be. Often, Doojoon would be so tired from practice that all they did was stay at his room, reading books or telling stories and other things that didn’t use much physical effort.

Don’t get Yoseob wrong, he loves staying with Doojoon, he feels happy just being with him. He looks forward to the days when Doojoon’s home – even though all they do is stay up in the room - , so he could take care of him and make sure everything’s okay (I’m fine Seobie, really!’ ‘Let me check! You’ve been much more tired lately and I want you to be healthy!’)

“Yoseobie?”

Yoseob snapped back into reality. He blinked, looking around and seeing that he was still in the front door of Doojoon’s house.

“Yoseobie?” Doojoon’s mom repeated. “Huh? What?” Yoseob asked, eyes widening a bit. The mom laughed. “Would you like to come in? I can make you some hot chocolate and you can stay until Doojoonie comes home”

“Oohh..” Yoseob quickly put up a polite smile and gently shook his head. “No thank you miss” He said, bowing slightly. Doojoon’s mom laughed again. “Ah~ you are so cute! Don’t I always tell you that you can call me mommy? You and Doojoon are so close that you are like a son to me anyway. I bet that how your eomma feels too” Yoseob nodded awkwardly, not knowing how to respond to this ‘mother talk’. She noticed this and ruffled Yoseob’s hair lovingly, “It’s okay, you can go now and have fun” Yoseob nodded once more, turning around and walking away to the park, not before turning back again and waving ‘goodbye’ to Doojoon’s mom.

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Yoseob walked to the park, to their favorite park bench, finding his other friends already there waiting.

“Seobie!”

The next thing Yoseob knew, he was being bear-hugged by Dongwoon, who was taller than him, which resulted in Yoseob slightly being carried off his feet. Yoseob laughed and hugged Dongwoon back. “Hi Woonie”

After being satisfied with Yoseob’s answer, Yoseob was finally released. Yoseob started to fix his crumpled up shirt caused by Dongwoon’s hug when his hand was pulled (by once again: Dongwoon) to the rest of the group. Yoseob smiled at his friends: Hyunseung, who was sitting on the floor, Junhyung, who was sitting on the bench sprinkling leaves playfully on top of an oblivious Hyunseung, and Kikwang, who was…

“Ow!” Dongwoon whined after having Kikwang hit him. He rubbed his arm where Kikwang hit him. “What was that for?” Kikwang puffed out his cheeks angrily, before pouting sadly. “I thought I was your favorite hyung!” he said sadly. Dongwoon’s eyes widened. “Of course Kiki is my favorite hyung! Hyung, don’t be stupid!” The moment he said that, everyone’s head snapped up (which cause the leaves Junhyung worked so hard on to fall off of Hyunseung’s head) and their eyes widened. Dongwoon did a small squeal and covered his mouth immediately after he said that. Kikwang’s eyes were grew wet and big, mouth shaking before completely bursting
.

“Don’t say that word!!!” he practically shrieked, tears forming in his eyes. “My eomma says that’s a bad word and you shouldn’t say it to other people because it’s mean and it can hurt other people’s feelings!!!” His hands then turned into fists as he tried to wipe away his tears.

“My eomma says that too” Hyunseung piped up idly, eyes round and curious as to see what would happen to Dongwoon, who had committed the crime of saying the bad word.

“No!” Dongwoon squealed out, hands on his mouth getting tighter. “I-I’m sorry Kiki!!! I didn’t know why I said that word…I’m sorryyyyy” he whined out the last word. “Dongwoonie’s in trouble~” Junhyung chanted, hands once again delicately putting leaves on Hyunseung’s hair. Hyunseung turned up to stare at him. “Eomma says it also bad if you do that, it makes them feel even gloomier…and stop doing that to my hair” he stated flatly. Junhyung pouted, hands dropping the leaves before looking up at Dongwoon. “Sorry Woonie” he said, looking back at Hyunseung to see him grinning in satisfaction.

Yoseob meanwhile, had now gone past the still whining Dongwoon (I’m sorryyyy Kiki!!!) – who was now by the way hugging Kikwang very tightly – and the crying Kikwang and sat beside Junhyung. Junhyung looked up at him lips puffed out in curiosity. “Where’s Doojoon-hyung? Isn’t he usually with you? Why didn’t he come?” he wondered out loud to Yoseob. Yoseob, after being reminded about that certain someone, let his head fall down sadly. “Soccer practice” he muttered out. “What?” Junhyung asked, eyes narrowing and head going closer to Yoseob, not at all recognizing the sadness in Yoseob’s gestures and voice. “Speak up, Seobie”

Hyunseung turned around again to hit Junhyung on the head. “Hyung is at soccer practice, remember? It’s Saturday today, you know.” He said certainly. Junhyung scowled and rubbed his head. “Seungie! You don’t have to hit me!” he complained.

Kikwang suddenly chuckled and faced Yoseob with a cheeky grin. “I bet Seobie hyung misses Doojoonie hyung already!” Dongwoon chuckled along with Kikwang, trying to get on his good side, but Kikwang noticed this and just crossed his arms and turned away from Dongwoon, who in return whined once more. Yoseob glared at Kikwang, puffing up his cheeks, but he didn’t say anything. It was true, of course. He just didn’t like anyone else pointing it out to him.

Hyunseung shrugged. “I think we all miss Doojoon hyung. He’s been busy lately” Yoseob smiled happy that Hyunseung is on his side.

“…but it’s obvious that Yoseob misses Doojoon hyung the most”

Yoseob’s head snapped up to glare at Hyunseung, who was chuckling along with the rest of his friends. He puffed out of his cheeks, crossing his arms as he tried to ignore their laughter. Junhyung went over to Yoseob and put his shoulder around him. “Come on guys, let’s stop it now. Yoseobie’s getting all red.” More laughter came. Junhyung waved his hand dismissively at them. “Yah, I’m serious. Anyway, let’s go get some ice cream! I’m hungry” At that, the rest quickly agreed. Kikwang trudged forward, not before Dongwoon instantly tried to hold on to him. Kikwang whined, shaking off Dongwoon’s grip. Junhyung let go of Yoseob and waited for Hyunseung to go beside him before they followed behind Kikwang. Yoseob normally stays with Doojoon, but on days like this he would stick with either one of them or go by himself behind everybody.

He was about to step forward when he felt something cling on to his arm.

“Woonie?” Yoseob asked, seeing the younger grip his arm with a pout on his lips. Dongwoon huffed. “Kiki hyung is still mad at me for calling him….er….well…you know…so I was wondering if I could stay with Seobie hyung for a while” he said, scratching the back of his head. Yoseob smiled brightly, linking arms with Dongwoon. “sure Woonie!”

So off they went, the six…I meant five… of them walking along to get their wonderful cold treat.

But Yoseob couldn’t help but think –

Doojoonie, when are you coming home... I don’t want to get teased anymore…

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When they got there, they would normally say the flavors they wanted, then their biggest hyung – Doojoon – would pay for it, which is all thanks to Yoseob. He was in practice though, so now what they would do is split whatever change they have to buy ice cream. This day they each bought just a simple chocolate flavor drumstick. They were walking along the park, playing ‘eye-spy’, when they all heard a sudden cry from their left.

“Nooo!” Kikwang whined, staring down at his befallen ice cream. They all stopped to stare at it quietly, thinking about the sadness Kikwang must have felt for losing this – what they considered precious – snack. Kikwang let out a cry, doing nothing but pout and look at it.

Suddenly Dongwoon had an idea. E rushed over to Kikwang, and pushed his half-eaten ice cream to him. “Kiki, you can have mine” Kikwang looked up with huge, slightly tear-stained eyes. “Woonie?” Dongwoon shrugged, putting his ice cream in Kikwang’s hands. “You can have it, I don’t like chocolate anyway.”

Kikwang looked at the ice cream on his hands, then at Dongwoon, then back at his hands again. He blinked, before suddenly looking up with a huge grin on his face before tackling Dongwoon in a bear hug.

“Omo! Thank You so much Woooniee!!!” he squealed, hugging the younger tighter. Dongwoon laughed, “so does that mean that you like me again?” Kikwang let go of Dongwoon, eyes wide – obvious that he forgot that he was supposed to be mad at Dongwoon. He puffed his lips out, thinking, before letting out.

“…as long as I’m still your favorite hyung”

Dongwoon squealed happily, hugging Kikwang once again before taking hold of his hand and happily pulling him along the park. “Woonie, let’s share the ice cream!” Kikwang said, struggling to keep up with Dongwoon’s happy strut. “…and slow down!” Junhyung and Hyunseung followed, their arms also linked, laughing at their two dongsaengs.

Yoseob was left walking by himself behind (“Seobie, want to come with us?” “No thanks Junnie”) the rest. He smiled, chuckling a bit at seeing Dongwoon and Kikwang laugh at each other and share their ice cream. Soon he found himself thinking –

Doojoonie, I wish you were here... then we could share an ice cream and laugh at each other too…

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It was almost evening now, the five sitting on a hill top and watching the sun set. They were all very much tired, yawning and stretching after a whole day of fun and games. After they finished their ice cream, they had a game of hide and seek. Junhyung was last found, seeing as he was five blocks away from the rest (“No one said we weren’t allowed to hide here!”). Hyunseung was ‘it’ at that time, and he whined at Junhyung (“You didn’t have to make it that hard for me!”) before hitting him on the arm.

Now, the two were leaning against a tree, side by side as Hyunseung rested his head on Junhyung’s shoulder. Kikwang and Dongwoon had proceeded to lying down on the grass, watching the clouds and the sky.

Yoseob sat up, blinking . He looked up at the sky, it was getting dark now. He stood up, this motion earning attention from the others. “Where are you going hyung?” Yoseob looked at them, before smiling. “I’m going home, I’m sleepy already” “Oh…well, sleep tight Yoseobie”

Yoseob muttered a ‘thank you’ before running down the hill. He walked out of the park, into the streets as he walked home. Actually, he wasn’t that sleepy, he just wanted to go earlier than the rest. He just felt so lonely that day, even lonelier than the other days than when Doojoon wasn’t around. He blinked, looking up and seeing that he was already in his front door. He entered the house, looking around and seeing that it was quiet. He popped his head in the kitchen, seeing his mom on the stove cooking dinner.

“Oh, home so early Seobie?” his eomma asked, wiping her hands on her apron and looking at Yoseob. Yoseob nodded. “Sleepy” he muttered, faking a yawn. His eomma smiled lovingly, going over to peck him on the cheek. “Alright hon, go on and take a nap on your bed, I’ll wake you up when it’s dinner time” Yoseob nodded, lazily going up the stairs and into his room.

He entered his room, darkness being the first thing he sees. Yoseob turned on the light and went straight to his bed, thinking he should just lie down and do nothing else for the rest of the night. However, he immediately stopped walking upon seeing a big, life-size (for him at least) plush bear. It was the bear Doojoon had given to him for last Christmas.

The bear had a bluish-white color all over, except for its belly and the pads of its hands and feet – which were all white. It also had a baby pink ribbon on it, Yoseob smiling slightly as he remembered what he had said –

“Doojoonie! Why is the ribbon pink, I’m not a girl!” Yoseob whined after examining the bear he got for Christmas. Doojoon, who was sitting cross legged in front of him, chuckled. “Alright, then I guess you don’t want this bear” he said, reaching out to get the bear back.

“No!” Yoseob immediately pulled the bear out of his reach and hugged it tight. Doojoon raised his eyebrows. “I thought you don’t like it…?” Yoseob squeezed the bear harder, before looking at Doojoon. “You already gave it to me, so it’s mine now!” Doojoon put his tongue out to Yoseob after frowning. Yoseob did the same to him. “Plus, it’s really soft and cuddly…” he muttered out the last few words, but Doojoon could still hear it. Doojoon burst out into laughter and rolled on the floor. “See! I got you a pink ribbon because you’re such a girl!” Yoseob glared at him before proceeding to throw some gift wrappers on him. “No I’m not!” ….

Yoseob looked at the bear for a while, before reaching for it and softly grabbing it with his hands. He didn’t bother to go to his bed. He just plopped down on the corner off the room while staring at the bear on his arms. After a while, he suddenly hugged the bear as tight as he could, burying his face in the bear’s back.

Doojoonie, where are you now?

Doojoonie, I miss you…

Doojoonie, come home soon…

Yoseob didn’t move for a while. He didn’t move when he heard the front door open then shut closed again. He didn’t move when he heard his eomma saying ‘oh, he’s upstairs, in his room’ and he didn’t move when he heard footsteps going up and heading toward his room. He still didn’t move when the door to his room opened and shadow came into his view, when the man…boy… who owns that shadow chuckled. “Your eomma said you were taking a nap, but I never knew that you took naps like this”

He didn’t move, but he already knew who he was, from the moment the front door opened.

The boy chuckled again, playfully stating “See, I told you that that bear is perfect for you” he teased. He took a step forward when Yoseob suddenly bolted up, bear still in his arms, and pounced on him, hugging both him and the bear.

“What took you so long?” Yoseob muttered softly. Doojoon smiled, hugging Yoseob back. “Sorry, Seobie” he said, tone as soft as Yoseob’s.

Suddenly, the atmosphere changed as Yoseob looked up to glare at Doojoon. Doojoon’s eyes widened innocently. “What did I do?” Yoseob just continued to glare at him before lifting up his bear – with some effort, considering is was as big as him – and flinging it at Doojoon.

“Why do you have to be so good at soccer” he pouted, grabbing the bear to hit Doojoon again. Doojoon tried his best to block Yoseob’s hits, which were – as small as Yoseob is – quite strong. “Yah” he said, shuffling to the right to avoid the leg of the beg hitting his face. “It’s not my fault”

“Yes it is!” Yoseob squeaked out, raising the bear in his arms once more. “Seobie!” Doojoon said, grabbing both of Yoseob’s arms. He looked at Yoseob, sighing. “Seobie, I feels sad too you know” he said, cautiously letting go of Yoseob’s hand, which – to his relief – returned to hugging the bear. Doojoon continued.

“I feel lonely every practice because if want you to be there with me.” He said sadly. It was quiet after that, nothing heard for a few minutes until Yoseob let out –

“I miss eating ice cream with you”

Doojoon blinked, looking at Yoseob before exploding into laughter. Yoseob look at Doojoon incredulously, watching him as he clutched his stomach, laughing way too much.

“Yah” Doojoon breathed out. “You made my tummy hurt” he said, laughing once more. “Why are you so funny Seobie?”

Yoseob scrunched his eyebrows, grip around the bear getting tighter. “I wasn’t trying to be funny” he simply stated. Once Doojoon was done laughing and rolling around the floor he stood up, straightening himself out, Yoseob still staring at him. “Tell you what” he said, grabbing both of Yoseob's shoulders. “Tomorrow, let’s go get ice cream together, my treat” Yoseob scrunched his eyebrows once more. “Hang on…” he said. “You already promised to get me ice cream…so that means…” Yoseob suddenly looked up with so much glee in his eyes. “that means I can get free ice cream for two days!” he exclaimed. Doojoon blinked. “Oh yeah… I should really think before I talk… eomma always tells me that too…” he trailed off, muttering quietly but loud enough for both of them to hear. Yoseob laughed, tackling him in a hug once more.

Doojoon then suddenly piped out “Hey, I saw your eomma cooking dinner, can I eat dinner with you?”

Yoseob laughed. “Sure, but let’s bring Dooseob!”

Doojoon blinked. “Dooseob?” “Yeah!” Yoseob exclaimed, letting go of Doojoon to show him the bear. Doojoon blinked once more. “That’s Dooseob? What’s Dooseob? Why is his name Dooseob?”

Yoseob grinned cheekily.

“It’s Doojoonie plus Yoseobie, silly~”

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A/N: Idk where did came from, really XD. I had an idea of drawing this girl hugging a bear at school, then suddenly it ended up being Yoseob :DDDD All m classmates where all O3O and were saying stuff like ‘Is that a boy?’ ‘It’s so weird, why is a boy doing that, shouldn’t it be a girl?’ and I really didn’t want to do anything but stand up, and flail all around them screaming: “ITS DOOSEOB BITCHES!!!!!!!!” XDDD

Yeahh… =3=

OMG I LOVE THIS PERFORMANCE!!!!! hugging everyone

2012-12-15T13:23:40Z

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=ZVJuhDigAIs

kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
It was during the Melon Music Awards 2012 (yestreday >____<)

KYAAAAAAAAAAAAA IT'S SO AWESOME AND CUTE AND AMAZING AND A LOT OF MORE WORDS!!!!!!!!
askjgkdal;lksfjgfksa
2:04
:OOOOO Did some fangirl just give Yoseobie a rose???????
OMGGGGGGGGG >O<
I WISH I WAS THAT GUUURRLLLL
THEN HE SUDDENLY STARTED SINGING TO THAT GIIIIRLLL
OMG HOW IS SHE EVEN ALIVE AFTER THAT?!?!?!??! XDDD
OMG if that happened to me I would seriously never stop screaming...
then I would start hugging random people
then when I reach home I would roll all over my bed and laugh and spazz
and sing..SHOUT... beast songs loudly

KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
>OOOOOO>
at 3:00
did Junnie just steal Seobie's rooose???????
OMOOOO, //fangirlling
I SEE THE JUNSEOB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
XDDDDDDDD

ahhhhhhhhh...this is waaaayyyyy tooo....kyaaaa >3<
and...I....itts..........*diesssssss

OMOOOOOOOOOO!!! SEOBIE GON RELEASE A SOLO ALBUM >___

2012-11-21T13:50:16Z

OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG
I JUST CAN"T... A;JFGGHDKJFGHA;S

*so now I learned that Seobie is going to have a debut solo album~~~ :DDDDDDDDDDD*

aaaahhhhhhhhh XDDDDDDDDDDDDD
I SERIOUSLY CANT STOP SPAZZING!!!!!!
eeeehehehehhehehehee excuse me while I break the key boardddd
asdfghkglsjfgjhjkwnersdfcvhbjhgfdm
omg XDDDDD I accidentaly closed the page, so now I had to start over XDDDDDDDDDD

When I found out:

An hour after I found out:

Lol, i guess I would never get tired XDDDDDD
LOOOOLLLLL

XDDD Here, imma give you guys a peeekkkkyyyy ;)))

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKK
(XD I kept mking weird noises that my sister came and asked if anythings wrong XDDDDDDDDDDDDDD)

Here's the full description
http://enewsworld.mnet.com/enews/contents.asp?idx=21632
X)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

OMG OMG OMG OMG!!!!!
I never closed the tab so that every time I switched tabs I can see Seobie aaaaaaa, then I would start spazzing and rolling over the bed again~~~~~~~ XDDDDDD
Ahhhh Junnie~~~ Thank You for making Seobies songs!! >:DDDDDDDD

I mean...how can THIS:

Become something LIKE THE PICTURE ABOVE (LOL If I posted it again it would be too long XDDDDDD)
Ahhhhh SEobie, youre making me feel gooeyyyyy all oveeeeerrrrrrrrr

so now every time I see a picture of Seobie I cant help but make some weird noise :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

AHHHHH I CANT WAIT!! IMMA SUPPORT U AAALLL THE WAAYYYYYY

Lol, here a little reward since you're still reading this XDDDDDDDDDD

(XD I always burst into a laugh or a smile everytime I see him 'pop' it in his mouth :DDDDDDDDDDDDD)

I can't post my new fics today o.o

2012-11-04T12:29:51Z

SOWEEEEEEEEEEEEEE Q_Q
I'm done and I am going to post it, but something came up, so I can't probably post it today....

PLUS, ~~HELL~~....SCHOOL STARTS TOMORROW!!! (no scratch that...make it....10 hours 'till school ;A;)
asdfghjkl;lkjhgffd oAo *fails around and acts like a kid* I don't want to goooooooooo!!!!!!

TAKE YO FREAKIN BOOKS BACK MATHAFACKA!

so yeah...probably when school starts my writing mind will go back to it's lonely corner...alone.... ;A;
NOOOOO!!! I DON"T WANT TO STOP WRITING!!!

BUT!!!!
I will try my best to write during school...but damn I probably can't....
You should see how I act around my friends.....they even say how I think everything is cute...

that would be me....

so now I will *try* and make a revolution and concentrate on fics, and NOT spazziness!!!!
Hopefully I can post by the end of the week....
FIGHTING!!!

Best Photo

2012-11-02T14:27:37Z

Title: Best Photo
Author: andyfae
Pairing: DooSeob
Rating:
Disclaimer: do not own them, but I do own these fics of mine, and the plots (unless said otherwise)
A/N: wrote this sometime after midnight xD so please forgive this ||D Based…or Inspired by this photo, and maybe a *bit* of the video making of Beautiful Night…but not really, this was just concocted from my ultimately biased mind XD

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“Alright, that’s a wrap!”

The director clapped his hands as the Beast members bowed to the staff with occasional ‘Thank You’s. They had just finished filming a part of their new music video ‘Beautiful Night’ for their comeback. Doojoon bowed to the rest of the staff as he walked through the set, head spinning and mind nowhere near orderly (because all they did for that part was just bounce and dance), planning to at least get a minutes rest before they started filming for another part (though he highly doubts that he could take a nap, because even though he’s tired, he still wants a great comeback)

He gave a small yawn, looking around for a place to rest when the sight of his lover fussing over something got him curious.

“Yah, Seobie, watcha got there?” he asked, loud enough for Yoseob to hear from a distance, walking over to the redhead (orange head?). Now that he was a little closer he saw that his boyfriend was holding a camera, and not the digital one where you can just point and click, thank you very much.

Yoseob perked his head up, eyes huge and droopy as he watched Doojoon come closer. Once he did, Yoseob smiled - the way a 5 year old would when he saw something interesting and funny - and casually titled his head to the side.

“Camera” he said childishly, lifting the camera up and Doojoon thought that this was the cutest thing ever. (not the camera, mind you, his boyfriend)

“Ohhh, that’s cool. Here, lemme see” Doojoon reached his hand out towards the camera when Yoseob deliberately pulled it out of his reach.

“No” Yoseob was still smiling.

Doojoon scrunched his brows. “No?” he repeated. “But why? Come on Seobie!”

The younger shook his head, laughing.

“Aw, Doojoonie, you are so cute when you want something!” he practically squeaked the statement out, too busy giggling.

Cute?

No. No, no, no, no. Doojoon was definitely not trying to be cute. I mean, don’t get him wrong, it’s nice to be called cute at times, but not now… all he wants is the damn camera. And now that he thinks about it –

Why do I even want that stupid camera?

Doojoon scrunched his brows more. Yes, why does he want it? Could it be for the fact that his Yoseob was giving his attention to an object and not him?

Doojoon shrugged. Whatever.

He just wants that damn thing. Now.

Yoseob tilted his head to the side. “What are you thinking about, Doo?”

Just then, an idea popped into Doojoon’s head. Just at that moment, when Yoseob’s guard was down and he held the camera less tightly, Doojoon charged to his boyfriend, tackling him down and wiggling his fingers in Yoseob’s sensitive spots, effectively tickling him.

“Yah…Yah, YAH! Doojoonie!” Yoseob half-yelled half-giggled, squirming through Doojoon’s fingers, who in return ignored his pleas and kept him begging (laughing?) for mercy.

“Yah! D-Doojoonie, you’ll m-make me d-drop the c-camera!” He stuttered, barely able to talk as Doojoon tickled him harder.

“What are you talking about? It’s strapped around your neck, pabo” Doojoon retorted, smirking. He then used one hand to grab the strap of the camera and released Yoseob only to quickly pull the strap, and the camera, off of him.

Doojoon stepped back in joy ad triumph, holding the camera to his eye-level.

“Now that this is out of your… or our way… you can now look at me, and me only.”

Yoseob huffed, getting up before leaning casually on the colorful wall behind him.

Yoseob tried to look mad, he really did, but it didn’t seem to show since he was too busy laughing and recovering from the merciless attack.

“Yoon Doojoon” he said, still laughing. “I hate you”

But the supposedly ‘hate’ was nowhere to be seen in his overly happy state.

Doojoon pouted mockingly, holding the camera up. “Can I at least get a picture of my boyfriend before he starts hating me?”

Yoseob rolled his eyes before raising his arms up to do a quick pose, going over to him after hearing the shutter click.

“Gimme I wanna see it”

Doojoon raised his brows, smiling as one thought came to him.

Oh, I see the roles have shifted.

“No”

Yoseob pouted

“Besides” he continued “Didn’t you say that you hate me? I doubt you would want to go near someone you hate”

Before Yoseob could even react, before he could even open his mouth to retort, Doojoon sprinted away, bringing the camera with him.

The next thing he heard was shouts from his beloved.

Doojoon chuckled as he ran, holding the screen to his face and pressing the ‘playback’ button. Immediately he saw the smiling face of his lover. His grin widened at seeing how happy he looks in the picture despite yelling after him seconds after it was taken.

He knows he would feel like the bad guy, and he knows he would have to apologize to Yoseob later when going to bed. But right now –

This is absolutely the best photo I have ever taken in my life. Ever.

END

A/N: Idek XDDDDD Forgive me if this is….meeehhhh =_= It was late, and I was browsing, when I came across this little photo QwQ… and yeah, the whole thing popped into my mind when I saw the pic so I wrote it on some scrap paper, which explains the short length. I didn’t even bother revising it when I typed it onto the laptop XDDDD

So yeah… Comments are <333

Lazy Morning

2012-10-26T05:06:28Z

Title: Lazy Morning
Author: le me :D candyfae
Pairing: DooSeob
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own them, but I do own these fics of mine, and the plots (unless said otherwise)
A/N: IM ALIVE! Well, now that we have about a week’s break from ~~hell~~ school, I can start writing again! :DDDD So, here is a very short fic (like… 500 words only xD)of DooSeob flufinessss <333

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Every day was a busy day. Every day was full of hectic schedules, because hey, that’s the life when you’re in a famous boy band. It was tiring, heck yeah, spending all day either singing, dancing, and all other exhausting things that idols do. Because of this, Yang Yoseob, never really thought of what he could do. He never really put to mind of what would happen when they could actually have a whole day to themselves.

So when that day did come, the day when someone somewhere finally felt sympathy for them and let them free of their schedules for a whole day, Yoseob didn’t know what to do. It started pretty much simple, Yoseob waking up quite earlier than usual, looking around and seeing that everyone else is still sleeping. He pouted, suddenly feeling a warm presence beside him, only now noticing that Doojoon was sleeping beside him.

“Yah” Yoseob said, softly shaking his boyfriend. Doojoon grunted, shaking off Yoseob’s hand and turning to face away from Yoseob. “Yah, Doojoonie!” he repeated, pouting as he smacked Doojoon’s back. “Wake up!”

“Seob, baby, It’s our day off, at least let me get some sleep” the older said, voice muffled. “But I caaan’t sleep” Yoseob retorted. Doojoon turned his body just a bit so the younger can see the skeptical look on his face. “Every day you constantly whine about how sleepy you are, but now that we have time off, you can’t sleep?” Yoseob stayed silent, pout still in place. Doojoon silently chuckled and turned back again, causing Yoseob to make a weird, sort of whining noise. The leader sighed, turning to face Yoseob. He then grabbed both of Yoseob’s shoulders and pulled him so that they were both lying down and facing each other.

“Fine, 5 more minutes then we can go out together, kay?” he said, earning a bright grin from Yoseob, causing him to roll his eyes. “You’re lucky I love you” Doojoon grunted, about to close his eyes when Yoseob suddenly came in to peck his lips, followed by a giggle.

“Yeah… I guess I am lucky” Yoseob smiled, only this time not his usual energetic bubbly grin, but a soft smile playing at his lips. Doojoon smirked, raising his brow. “What is it with you today? First, you can’t sleep, now, you’re spewing out cheesy lines and all sorts of crap.”

Yoseob’s smile didn’t fall as he buried his head in Doojoon’s chest, all warm and snuggly. “But you like it, don’t you?” he said, voice muffled. Doojoon chuckled, his arms wrapping around the younger’s waist. “Well, it’s a first. That’s for sure”

They stayed that way for a while, both comfortable in each other’s embrace until Yoseob finally looked up, eyes huge and droopy and Doojoon just had to laugh because why again is his boyfriend so cute?

“I changed my mind…” Yoseob said softly, “…let’s just stay here the whole day” Doojoon smiled, hand coming up to brush the hair away from the younger’s eyes. “It’s fine, I’m good” he answered, making Yoseob smile softly “I knew you’d be…”

He came up to the older for another kiss.

End.

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A/N: Oh LOLOLOLOL I didn’t know what I was thinking while I was writing this xD. My hands just came to the keyboard and typed without me thinking xDDD. Well, it’s here now, so… comments are <3, ne?

Omigoshh //cries. Me ish So so so so sorry for not posting, I ish very very very busy T^T I couldn't even get a hold of mah precious computer //huggles .__. It was one project after another, and if that wasn’t enough, we had tons of exams every week… so yeah… my writing mind was dead up until now .___. Well, at least I have a week now to myself! X)

Now that I noticed, THERE IS NO DOOSEOB FICS ;A; Aigooooo…what happened to le Dooseob shippers???? Uwaaahh, I miss Dooseob, very very very much ;_; my a/n is getting too long now xDDDD maybe imam just make a separate post about my never ending Dooseob love <3

Isn't this great?

2012-06-05T05:36:23Z

Gosh...this...a;lsdgkh;a;
I dont even know what to say...i hate this day >:((

soo ish realllly hot now, so i open alll mah windows and went for some napppy time :P

"Kekeke, do not disturb, kaaaay???"

and in the middle of mah wonderful nappy time.....it started to rain...omo...RAIN!?!??! IN LE MIDDLE OF HOTNESSS?!?!!

"How the hell did this happen???"

so yeah....
When I woke up...asgh;ahg; half mah body was all wet...thats not even the worst part ;___;

"Well....this sucks......"

"Omo...sneaky rain.......like a ninnjaaa!!"

not only that (Aigooo.....) but my precious little work table (not actually work...just homework and mostly drawing... :D)
is all WET because of the rain (agh;hg;ad DDD:) !!!! =n= so went i went to see the damage...ohohoho it just ruined mah day D:

"Aigoo....this...asdkhg;gjah;jg"

"R U KIDDING MEEHHH???"

some of my favorite books are wet (well...the cover only but COME ON!!!!) one the posters that I am currently working on is wet (not all of though...thank goodness) and most of all...MY PRECIOUS LITTLE SKETCH PAD IS WET T^T...some of the pages are completely wet, the front cover is crappy and well.... (which had some of my precious sketches that I cannoootttt draw again ;_;)

"afj;KFH;SDKAJGH; WHY RAIN WHHHHHYYY??????"

sldkagh; Seobieee, can I borrow your hair dryerrr????

so now im like:

"MUST LOOK OUT FOR NINJA RAIN >_>"

"GAAADDAMMNNITTT NINJA RAIN!!!!!"

Its a good thing I don't draw all my ~~Dooseob~~ Beast sketches there... which by the way, is in chibi form :> but yeah.... I am completely in the down mode... and even if those stuff dry....it would be all weird now and the lines would be smudgy and stuff... ;n; uhuhuhuhu flabbbergasshhhhh =n=''''

I am almost done with chapter 4 of mastermind....but i dont feel like finishing it today cuz of that stupid rain attack...like a ninja....ninja! rain that attacks when I sleep...and it would be sooooo freakin hot when i close my windows, even with the fan on.... :<

I SHALL SLEEP WITH FOCUSED EARS TO LE SOUND OF THE NINJA RAIN :|

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(Anywayssss.... I cannnoooot wait for beasts comeback :DDDDDD asjgh;asghsalh;asd;)
OHOHOOHO LET US CELEBRAAAATE!!!!!!

WOOOT WOOOT!!!!! //DANCES

I am need o.o

2012-05-28T07:09:45Z

I am ddyyyyying of boredom right now :(
I'm not even chatty (which is rare o.o) right now
HELP MEHH asdjgah;sgh ;_;

I need Dooseob :3
Omo...they are so cute toghether...I need to see epic Dooseob-ness :O
haha, epic biased leader and cute fake mankae together as a couple x3
I just wanna see videos of them, and maybe just pics n_n

Mainly I just need a good smile :3
A variety show like OMS maybe... it has to have beast in it (not really...)
mehh....So...
I shall be on my way for the search for some (mainly) Dooseob, variety shows, and a good laugh!!

Yeaah....

Farefarren~
candy fae :)

Kekeke..... xD

2012-05-24T07:48:24Z

Twitter: @fii_byut

This account is practically dead... but worry not! I' still active in writing fanfictin just on a different website!
Tadah~
http://www.asianfanfics.com/profile/view/316384

I find it muh easier to update stories there so I'll be sticking there <3
Does that mean this account is abandoned? ; A ;
.....probably yes.. but im not abandoning my dooseob spirit~! <3
and If I ever feel like coming back I'll probably

Welcome to My Candy World x3 (OHOHO, I can share though :D)

This Ish MEEEH, candyfae <3
New acccount...My old one ish mooore than dead (i dont even remember the name now =,="") DX so mah fics are goooone too (WHHHYYYY???? Aigoo.... ;o;)
Sooo after 3 years of no accountttnessss, I have made a neeew onneeee YAAAAYY :DDDD
So...just in case I go telling you that I've read all your fics (since ___), or I like your stories,
it just means that I was using my old account <_< Omo, that would be sooo weird If i did that :D *poke poke* meeehh, but ish all fun right???? x3

a;jgh; I am soooo spazzzzyyy....omo....1000% (<--yay extra 0 xD) spazzzyyyy :3

OHOHOHO I squeealll a lot too...my soul will squeal even after death, probably XD
So I tend to rant for a long time, sometimes getting off topic...Aigoo... *poke~~~* sorry for that kaaaay? x3
but hey, I spazz a lot :)
I keep up ~~and spazz~~ on my favorite bands, or just plain bands that I know :) especiallly seobie xD cuttteeee!!!!

Usually when I write, its quick, but the problem is posting it up :|
our internet sucks, so when I post, let's hope our internet is working :D
So, I apologize in advance if I update slow...blame the net
^ OMO~~ first time I didn't spazzzz YAY!!! Meee feels sooo professionall there :DDDDDDDDDD

To summarize:
I have a new account, old one dead (Aigoo.... ;__;)
I spazz
I squeal
I'm chatty
and........
our internet sucks OTL!

ENJOY :D

Omo, and P.S, My fics are open for everyoneee (YAAAAYYY!!!!) so feel free to read theemmm <__<'' And if you do read them, please just drop a comment (even once) saying that you read it :DDDDDDDDDDDD

Ohohoho and thiss ish for you guys who actually read this far.... YOU MUST LOOOOOOVE MEH THEN XDDDD <3 (love you too :DDD)

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April 15, 2013
^HAHA OMG I FEEL LIKE A JOURNALISTTT *epic weird journalist pose* >:D

It 's *almost* been a year since I typed this buttload of spazziness up o.o and reading it again Im like OTL was I really that weird and crazy before? 8DDDD Damn I was weird....stupid almost xDDD *flails arms around*
~~Its not like Im not weird anymore though *shot* 8)~~