▲ still i have romantic in my heart

chyennified — Tue, 29 Mar 2011 14:54:40 GMT

My laptop busted.

Yes, I'm not kidding. The charger portion was seemingly burnt, and I couldn't charge my laptop so it died off. And its on repair and I got my hands onto my mum's laptop just a while ago.

Which kinda explains for the real long lack of update. Perhaps I'll do some one shot to keep entertainments and what not, till my laptop comes back to my arms safe and sound. Secrets are murking inside, I swear.

P/S: I lost my pouch too.
P/P/S: I failed my Chemistry test.

P/P/S: Had a bad quarrel with my family.

P/P/P/P/S: I found my pouch. Yay.

P/P/P/P/P/S: But the second most important thing inside was gone. A ring I had bought with my closest people in my life. FFFFUUUU-

Bad week. Or bad month. Can't decide.

Nightingale (4/?)

chyennified — Tue, 01 Mar 2011 14:18:40 GMT

Title: Nightingale (4/?)
Pairing: Junseob, Yunjae. Other side pairings as well.
Rating: PG-13
Type: Perhaps angst, fluff? Idk..
Summary: Just as fate would have it. Two young lords getting themselves tangled in the affairs of the best entertainment house in the flower district, and of course, the geishas themselves. Set in the olden Japan. DBSK/Beast. Slight mention of other groups as well.

A/N: There will be Japanese words throughout the fic, and I will be posting its meanings at the end of each chapter. I'm open for any room of improvement, and hopefully this chaptered fanfic will stay with me till the end! Its my (second) try on chapter fanfics, and I'm really bad at keeping up at chapter fics, so do pardon me! x.

SLOW UPDATES. Really sorry for this, but its hard to manage between fanfics and homeworks/projects/test for my graduating year!

CHAPTER THREE

“My lord, we should turn back... Chichi-ue wouldn't be pleased to know that his only son is inside here!” Yunho pleaded insistently, a totally different side from his usual serious self that could simply take out a strong samurai with the back of his sword. Junhyung simply dug a finger into his ear, obviously uncaring.

“Woahh, I didn't know that it looked so luxurious in the inside as well!”

“My lord!”

“Shush, Yunho! Besides, you are interested in something here, aren't you?”

There was no response from the taller male beside Junhyung, except for a slightly red face. Junhyung smirked knowingly, folding his arm behind his back. Dongwoon though, seemed to be the one with the most composure, as though he had known Soom at the back of his hand.

The entrance was decorated with lights that glow prettily around the building, with the petals of the cherry blossoms around the rock steps and small bonsai trees perched upon the finest wood work.

Not bad, Junhyung thought. Entertainment houses are meant to be classy alright. A few 1) maikos are already standing at the entrance, already waiting to serve their first customers. There are several geishas standing around as well, guiding the new trainees.

Interestingly, the usual thick white make up was not seen on the geishas or the maikos unlike traditional entertainment houses. Junhyung's eyebrow remained raised high at that. Did the books he read gave him wrong information? Nudging Dongwoon in the ribs in a very unrefined way, Junhyung decided to satisfy his curiosity verbally.

Before Dongwoon could reply, there was a light chuckle. Three heads turned to the source of the noise, and before them stood a entrancing male. His hair was blushed red, donned up with simple jewels and hairpins due to the outstanding color.

His eyes were big and round, nose small and sharp and with thin lips. The way how he had laughed, his curved crescent eyes was just simply adorable.

“That is because, this is Soom.” His voice was just as equally adorable, almost akin to a dolphin. And dolphins were rare creatures. It was said that if you could see a dolphin, you are blessed with luck and health for the whole year.

Junhyung and Dongwoon both looked a little flustered at the male's amusement, but Yunho wasn't bothered. It wasn't as though this young geisha wasn't beautiful. But the male he saw the past few weeks ago was pure angelic.

No one could compare to him.

“Where are my manners? I'm Xiah, my lords.” With that, Xiah tipped his head, his knee bent a little to give a bow. He was delicate and graceful in his earthy kimono, with butterflies and shades of green, yellow and red all over.

Dongwoon and Junhyung gave hasty bow as well, obviously not used to this treatment due to their virgin experience in an entertainment house. Yunho however, was calm as he had visited many other entertainment houses before with Junhyung's father as a guard.

A small smirk grew on Junsu's face. The male at the back of the two lords was definitely a trained warrior to serve his family, and to take care and train the son of the lord he was serving.

He was tall, quiet and a man of more actions than words, Junsu could tell. And a man like that was definitely perfect for Jaejoong. It was absurd, a man of 22 already and still not given his heart to someone that could stand Jaejoong's fiery temper.

Junsu had never tried matchmaking before, but from the day when he had seen Yoochun from afar while Tono was choosing warriors to protect the geishas, from the day when Jaejoong had noticed his heart wandering and led him to have Yoochun as his servant was the day when Junsu swore to find Jaejoong's half as well.

As a geisha, Junsu knew that he had to dance, sing, play instruments and even go as far as entertaining the customers with his body. But he would only stop strictly at selling his talents. Some of the more demanding customers wouldn't listen, but Yoochun would protect him anyway.

A swift presence was behind Junsu suddenly, and his smile only widened. Junhyung and Dongwoon immediately shrank back at the intimidating glare the other male gave from the back of Xiah.

Yunho did not let go of the stare, his hand positioned on his own Odachi in case of any threats to his young master. Xiah immediately waved his fingers, his head already in a low bow. The male behind him lowered his gaze, though his anger was apparently and still burning.

“Accept my apologies, my lords. He is my protector, Yoochun. We have protectors around us to protect us from unruly customers all of the time. It is the rule of Soom.”

Junhyung gave a nervous chuckle, the dangerous aura Yoochun obviously getting to him. “Its alright. I'm not bothered.” Xiah bowed again. “Thank you for the understanding. How can I help you, my lords?”

Yoochun twitched, but his face was passive once again. Junhyung's own eyebrow twitched at the sight. Only a warrior for a geisha, and yet so protective. He could tell that Yoochun would throw his life away from Xiah if he needed to.

However, the second sentence that Xiah had murmured got Junhyung's brain cells running fast. They were in an entertainment house! What can they do?!

Once again, Xiah hid a light chuckle.

“Would you like a dancer to accompany you through the night? Or someone to pluck the strings of the 2) shamisen as they sing for you?”

Junhyung covered his blush with a cough, his inexperience in visiting entertainment houses definitely showing. “We would like a dancer. The price is not a problem.” Dongwoon interjected. Xiah smiled once again.

A rich one, to bag. Jaejoong better grovel under his 3) tabi later.

“If you would follow me, I will lead you to your room.”

“Aah.”

Since they did not specify for any geisha, it would be alright for Junsu to choose for them. As he turned around, he caught Yoochun's gaze and gave him a tiny smirk. Yoochun looked taken aback, but his look pointedly told Junsu to tell him everything later.

While walking up the stairs to the second level, Junhyung let his gaze roam about. Indeed, there are many other geishas and servants as well. The geishas had their faces as bare as day, with minimum make up or none at all. Weren't geishas supposed to have thick make up, with a white base to begin with? He would ask Yunho later.

Finally coming to a stop at a room in the far end, Xiah stepped to his left and slid the paper door open with his head down. Unlike other paper doors that was white, this one had flowers painted on it, with birds all around.

More specifically, nightingales and cherry blossoms.

Junhyung and Dongwoon blinked eyes of curiosity.

“Please enter, my lords.” The room was dark, but there was a candle lit at the far end of the room. The curtain was not pulled away, but there were two figures behind the translucent cloth.

Xiah only entered after the three of them had entered, Yoochun following behind. Removing his own 4) zori , Xiah stepped onto the tatami mat before giving a bow with his body. Yoochun stood aside, along with the three other curious souls.

“Nightingale, Hero. May you dance and flock around to satisfy the curiosity of these gentle souls.” One would have gasped at the audacity of Junsu's language to refer their customer in such a disrespectful way, but Junhyung and Dongwoon didn't mind it.

They were, in a way, curious souls after all.

“As a celebration for the Cherry Blossom festival, we have Nightingale and Hero as our best not only due to their skills, but also that it is their special month. Soom's precious gems are before you, my lords. I shall ease you of my presence now.”

Xiah bowed again, before sliding into his zori and leaving the room with Yoochun. The paper door slid close, and two pairs of eyes just stared at each other, obviously lost. Yunho was about to say something, when a voice interrupted them.

One of the figures shifted. “Young curious souls, indeed. Should I take the initiative first, my lords?” It was soft and gentle, but yet it held power. “That would be favorable.” Junhyung called out, his eyes showing his nervousness.

A pale hand blessed with the purest snow in the first day of winter slowly wrapped around the curtain before lifting it up.

-

1) Maiko, an apprentice geisha
2) Shamisen, three stringed musical instrument
3) Tabi, traditional japanese ankle high socks with a split between the big toe and other toes.
4) Zori, japanese sandals

Nightingale (3/?)

chyennified — Tue, 22 Feb 2011 13:07:59 GMT

Title: Nightingale (3/?)
Pairing: Junseob, Yunjae. Other side pairings as well.
Rating: PG-13
Type: Perhaps angst, fluff? Idk..
Summary: Just as fate would have it. Two young lords getting themselves tangled in the affairs of the best entertainment house in the flower district, and of course, the geishas themselves. Set in the olden Japan. DBSK/Beast. Slight mention of other groups as well.

A/N: There will be Japanese words throughout the fic, and I will be posting its meanings at the end of each chapter. I'm open for any room of improvement, and hopefully this chaptered fanfic will stay with me till the end! Its my (second) try on chapter fanfics, and I'm really bad at keeping up at chapter fics, so do pardon me! x.

CHAPTER TWO

Everyone of those young maids were around, cleaning the surroundings and polishing the already polished wooden pathway. The stone gardens were primmed and proper, as young slaves are putting up the annual decorations.

Spring is already here, as the cherry blossoms bloomed beautifully in their pastel pink color. The new year had passed by eventfully, and the start of the seasons will begin again.

“Nightingale 1) no kimi, Hero no kimi, 2) Tenno Heika would like to meet you.” A slave boy had his head bowed as he trained his eyes onto the wooden floor. No matter how much he wanted to lift his head up, he couldn't. For that will be dirtying the beautiful geishas in the entertainment house with his filthy self.

A sweet smell of cherry blossoms wafted through his nose and soft silk brushed passed his small body like a caress of the wind as the two figures floated past him. “Thank you very much.”

The door slid shut behind his body, and the boy let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. Indeed, the presence of the two geishas were powerful.

The boy immediately stood up hastily and left the room to finish his chores, his task complete in passing the message.

“I wonder what would 3) Tono want to do with us.” Jaejoong commented softly, his steps soft against the wooden floor towards the stairs leading to the third level. “Who knows? He always have new surprises for us, around this time of the year.” Yoseob smiled gently at a passing slave.

A chuckle passed Jaejoong's lips. “True. It is, after all, the month of our birth.”

The sliding door towards the end of the hallway of the second level slid open, and Heechul stepped out. He bowed once, before closing the door with a soft click. “Aah.” Yoseob bowed, and Jaejoong did a courtesy nod.

“He has a surprise for the both of you, I'd suppose. But who am I to tell?” Heechul smirked, as he bowed back before walking away in steps that would make him seem as though he was gliding instead.

Jaejoong and Yoseob both knelt outside the door.

“Heika.”

“When the king leaves his palace.”

“The nightingale cries for its Hero under the moonlight.”

“Enter.”

Jaejoong slid the door open, his eyes on the floor as he slid in with his leg still bent and knelt on the floor. Yoseob did the same as well, and he closed the door behind them.

Doojoon chuckled at the sight of the two geishas on the floor. “Its fine, my princesses. Raise your head. You should know what's coming after this.” Yoseob lifted his head, his eyes sparkling with childlike interest.

Doojoon's hand waved over to the left side of the large room, revealing two packages sitting side by side. One of them was in solid black, the other in pure white. “Get it.”

“Thank you, tono.”

Yoseob immediately bounced over to the gifts, his training over the years upon perfect footwork as a geisha forgotten upon the sight of a gift for him. Jaejoong, with more composure, slid over calmly.

Picking up the white one, Yoseob whispered his thanks before pulling the pink ribbon the beautifully wrapped parcel. The paper fell apart, and it revealed a beautiful white kimono with baby pink 4) sakura flowers scattered all over the silk threads.

The obi, a delicate shade of caramel brown had winding lines hidden in them, and there was it. 'Nightingale', stitched elegantly at the middle of the sash.

Jaejoong's parcel held the same item, just that his was in a deep dark midnight black with pink petals of the cherry blossom over the hems of the outfit. The sash was a brilliant dark blue as well, with the words 'Hero' stitched over them.

“Doojoonie!”

Yoseob immediately flew over to the sitting man in the middle of the room and landed in his lap, his face splitting with a grin and gratefulness. Jaejoong could only smile at the endearing site, as Doojoon patted Yoseob on the head.

“Now now. The surprise is not over yet. What is a tree without its flower? Open up the boxes on the table as well, my lovelies.”

And as it seemed, glittering jewels of colors that fitted the kimono belonging to the both of them was inside. Along with hairpins, hair combs and other equally stunning jeweleries. The price that could have gathered these items must have been overwhelming.

“Not only so, my Nightingale. Ever since you've stepped into my care, you have never stepped out to the outside world. Only breathed in the air you dare to take, catching little glimpse of the harsh reality outside. Now that you have been of age finally, stretch your little wings and fly.”

Yoseob's eyes widened. “Are you saying...”

“I'm lifting the ban on you from going outside now. You may visit the market with the other dancers, you may slip out to the bridge just outside the towns. But only if, Hero is with you. Do you understand my words, Nightingale?”

A hug was more than enough for Doojoon, with the small beads of tears gathering at the side of Yoseob's face. “My nightingale. You are the only one that I've treated like my jewel, polished and well taken care of.”

A hand stroked the golden hair Yoseob had, combing though the soft strands almost longingly. Yoseob buried his face in Doojoon's neck, his hand carefully curling upon the expensive kimono the owner of Soom was wearing.

Jaejoong kept his head low.

-

“Oho! Its the cherry blossom festival again!” Dongwoon exclaimed happily, the bright lights around the town that could never match to the beauty of the flowers captivating him. “What else would it be? Peach blossom festival?” Junhyung mocked mercilessly, the boredom of the whole event obviously getting to him.

“That's mean of you. Isn't he, 5) Yunho-chan?” Dongwoon pouted, the fan he was holding in his hands gradually nearing Junhyung's head. “Yes he is, Dongwoon. Now put down that fan that you're going to hit him with.” Yunho murmured absently.

“Yay! You're a mean person now!”

“No way, you are! You tried to hit me! ”

“Junhyung's a meanie! Junhyung's a meanie!”

“Why you! Watch out for my fan attack!”

For young men of the legal age to be married, the both of them are sure still childish. They have mixed with the crowd of the familiar lane once again, and once again, Yunho would turn his head to the direction of the entertainment house in that particular area.

Soom.

It was definitely not a japanese word, as the characters and strokes are different. But it sounded beautiful, and as enchanting as the place itself. Like that man he saw the past few weeks ago.

If only he could see him again, that enchanting face that haunted him for so many nights.

Junhyung raised an eyebrow, as he nudged Dongwoon in the sides rudely. “Ouch!” “Wouldn't you look at that on Yunho's face?” “Hm?” Junhyung rubbed his chin, eyes calculating the thoughts that could be in Yunho's mind then.

That man that usually was serious, had a relaxed look then. As though he was thinking about the past, as though he was deeply mesmerized... by something. Following the direction of his gaze, Junhyung's eyes widened.

An entertainment house? What could be so interesting about the entertainment house that it could capture Yunho's attention? Dongwoon whistled at the sight. “Looks like he's been wanting to go inside for a while now.” Junhyung raised his eyebrow questioningly.

A tiny smirk grew on his face, as he snapped his paper fan close. “Why not take this chance, to satisfy Yunho's desire, and my curiosity as well? Strolling upon the streets every year is boring after all.”

Dongwoon grinned. “Now you're saying the right stuff, young lord.”

-
1) No kimi, a suffix to denominate Lords and Ladies in Court. Used as a metaphor to someone who behaves like a prince or princess from ancient times.
2) Tenno Heika, means 'His majesty, the emperor'.
3) Tono, roughly means 'lord' or 'master'
4) Sakura, cherry blossoms
5) Chan, a suffix that expresses that the speaker finds a person endearing.

Nightingale (2/?)

chyennified — Sun, 13 Feb 2011 01:39:02 GMT

Title: Nightingale (2/?)
Pairing: Junseob, Yunjae. Other side pairings as well.
Rating: PG-13
Type: Perhaps angst, fluff? Idk..
Summary: Just as fate would have it. Two young lords getting themselves tangled in the affairs of the best entertainment house in the flower district, and of course, the geishas themselves. Set in the olden Japan. DBSK/Beast. Slight mention of other groups as well.

A/N: There will be Japanese words throughout the fic, and I will be posting its meanings at the end of each chapter. I'm open for any room of improvement, and hopefully this chaptered fanfic will stay with me till the end! Its my (second) try on chapter fanfics, and I'm really bad at keeping up at chapter fics, so do pardon me! x.

-
CHAPTER ONE

The 1) shoji screen slid close behind Kikwang, the soft sound alerting the other person in the room of his presence.

“Nightingale.”

The boy shifted, the fan still covering his face.

“It is over.”

Kikwang smiled gently, as he stepped forward till he was a meter away from the male. Resting his weight against his knee, he knelt down again. His eyes never looked up, not even when he had heard the rustling of the fabric, not even when he heard the soft patter of feet.

A hand rested on his shoulder. It was only then Kikwang looked up, into the gaze of the male's. “I'm fine, Kikwang.” A soft, comforting smile blossomed over those pale lips.

Like always, Kikwang felt his breath leaving his body and a light blush on his face. His serious eyes softened into a crinkle, and his mouth curved from its original thinned line.

“Its good to hear that, Yoseob.”

It was as though a hidden spell had been broken, and Kikwang rose from his position as Yoseob walked to close the open windows in the room. “Have you eaten yet, Yoseob?”

The smaller sized blonde chuckled as his thin fingers pulled the curtains down. “No I haven't. I would love to visit Jaejoong hyung and have a bite together as well. I'm sure he hasn't eaten yet. Would you?”

“Your wish is my command, sire.”

“You said that to annoy me, didn't you?”

“How delightfully smart you are, my young lord.”

Yoseob pouted as he folded his thin arms around each other, ignoring the mirth dancing in Kikwang's eyes. “Keep that up and I'm going to complain you to Jaejoong hyung!”

“Indeed, my apologies...”

Yoseob's pout started to curve, while Kikwang held his eye smile persistently.

“...My lord.”

“...”

-
The door to the kitchen slid open with grace, and Jaejoong turned his head slightly to welcome Yoseob with a nod of acknowledgment. But Kikwang was an unexpected sight he did not foresee.

A raised eyebrow was directed to Kikwang, who was sporting a bruise and a heavy pout on his passive face. Yoseob folded his arms around each other. “He was asking for it.” Changmin was already laughing at Kikwang, and he wasn't even bothering to hold it back.

Kikwang pouted. “For a thin guy like you, you sure can pinch someone hard.” Yoseob stuck his tongue out, his hand tucked in the sleeves of his kimono to preserve warmth in the cold night.

“Young ones, and already bickering at each other.” Jaejoong sighed, as he laid plate full of rice balls on the table. “I don't see how you can comment on them when you are the same with me.” Changmin pointed out, stealing a couple of rice balls and stuffing it into his mouth before Jaejoong could stop him from doing so.

The older male's eyebrow twitched, and Changmin later ended up with a bruise on his head as well, in courtesy of Jaejoong's wooden rice paddle.

Standing tall with long platinum gold locks on his head, pale white skin, doe like eyes that are sharp with mysterious questions, a long and sharp nose and red painted lips..

Jaejoong was like a doll that was crafted from a glass sculpture by God's hands, with nothing less than perfection could want. Dance, sing, cook... and along with a fiery temper that could rival a pissed off pussy cat.

Hyunseng slid the door to the kitchen open, his large eyes taking in the situation before him. A dancer, in the background. Lesser dangers, lesser income as well. But Hyunseng didn't mind.

The occasional spotlight upon him was enough, so long as he got to dance. And dance he was granted to do. Yoseob greeted him with a smile that was only for his best friend, and Hyunseng raised his eyebrow at Kikwang's sight.

“Food!! Joongie, you didn't tell me you were having a night snack!” The door slid open again, more forcefully this time, as Junsu bounced over. His own kimono slid against the polished wood, and Yoochun took care not to step onto it as he entered in himself.

Jaejoong's smile widened before his eyebrow twitched as he spotted Changmin's hand creeping for more. “Stop eating so much, you unrestricted pig!” “Such uncouth words and actions coming from a professionally trained 2) geisha like you! What will the customers say?!”

Yoseob smiled, as his fingers tore of bits of the rice ball to be placed into his mouth.

His mind imprinted the sight of Changmin stuffing himself with Jaejoong's food. The sight of Kikwang trying to do the same, looking determined to finish chewing all three rice balls he had stuffed into his mouth to make space for two more.

The sight of Jaejoong trying to eat his own food silently, giving the occasional evil glare that was aimed to Changmin in hopes of him choking on his food. The sight of Hyunseng eating his food passively, talking to Junsu about the day's earnings and customers.

The sight of Junsu grabbing the rice balls to share with Yoochun, as the latter tucked his sleeves into the back of his hakama like how Kikwang and Changmin did, revealing the scabbard of his blade.

It was home to Yoseob at this moment.

It was happiness.

-

The doors to Soom wasn't open yet, and it only opened in the late afternoon till twilight, a vast contrast from other entertainment houses who opened in the day. But Doojoon was determined to have it his way, the end result in having a whole load of customers that visited his entertainment house for its unique ways.

Junhyung never did really understand the meaning behind these entertainment houses. He liked to roam around, to sleep and nap all day long, to have sparring games with his friends, but never visiting those entertainment houses.

It was just a place where people were doing useless things after all, and Junhyung couldn't comprehend the meaning behind it all.

He walked off, his hands tucked into the sleeves of his Kimono. Dongwoon was still having his afternoon lessons on 3) Kenjutsu and he was bored. Junhyung sighed, as he trailed off to his favorite shop. Maybe he'd see if there was any new fabric to buy for his mother...

“My lord, please do not wander around without me beside you.”

Junhyung's gaze did not leave the intricate pattern of the cloth laid before his eyes. “Its alright, Yunho. I'm not a child anymore.” Yunho's arm rested on his 4) Odachi which was snug in the waist of his 5) zubon.

“6) Chichi-ue's orders are absolute, my lord.”

Junhyung grunted, obviously annoyed and unhappy but Yunho only smiled. “Which one of these would Mother prefer?” Yunho gazed at the printed fabric, before looking around the shop for another while. “7) Haha-ue would prefer something less complicated, my lord...”

His eyes turned to scan the fabrics outside of the shop, and just then, he caught the gaze of a captivating young man across the street. Yunho's eyes widened, as the blond male broke the stare as he walked off with another young man behind him.

The young man behind the blond gave him a pointed look, and Yunho understood. He was also a trained warrior like him, to protect someone. And seeing the 8) Katana resting against the young man's waist, Yunho know that he was just being protective.

But as the day went by, Yunho couldn't forget the captivating look the blond had given to him.

It was almost imprinted in his mind, almost like dark magic.

-

1) Shoji screen, a japanese sliding door in traditional japanese homes
2) Geisha, traditional female japanese entertainers who skills include performing japanese arts such as classical music and dance.
3) Kenjutsu, an art of the sword. A material art that makes use of the japanese swords.
4) Chichi-ue, a way of calling father that denotes a high level of respect.
5) Haha-ue, a way of calling mother that denotes a high level of respect.
6) Odachi, a long japanese sword.
7) Zubon, the bottom half of a material art set that usually with the uwagi, obi and hakama.
8) Katana, a backsword which is also a japanese sword. Commonly referred to a samurai's sword.

Nightingale (1/?)

chyennified — Mon, 07 Feb 2011 15:50:24 GMT

Title: Nightingale
Pairing: Junseob, Yunjae. Other side pairings as well.
Rating: PG-13
Type: Perhaps angst, fluff? Idk..
Summary: Just as fate would have it. Two young lords getting themselves tangled in the affairs of the best entertainment house in the flower district, and of course, the geishas themselves. Set in the olden Japan. DBSK/Beast. Slight mention of other groups as well.

A/N: There will be Japanese words throughout the fic, and I will be posting its meanings at the end of each chapter. I'm open for any room of improvement, and hopefully this chaptered fanfic will stay with me till the end! Its my (second) try on chapter fanfics, and I'm really bad at keeping up at chapter fics, so do pardon me! x.

PROLOGUE

“Dear nightingale, sing for me.”

The low curtains were pulled apart slowly, letting the moonlight seep into the darker part of the room. Two figures stepped onto the 1) tatami mats, one with fluid and precise movements, the other of a clumsy hesitation.

There was silence for a few seconds. “Are you sure you're not kidding me on this?! I've not paid good money for this for nothing you know.” The pudgy business man ranted loudly, a handy tissue out of his pocket to wipe his sweat beading on his forehead away.

He had a receding hairline and is sporting a large rotund tummy, a crisp grey suit covering his body. Kikwang smiled to the unsure business man as an assurance, the height different between the both of them was an obvious head apart.

A sudden movement in the other side of the room startled the business man, as Kikwang knelt onto the tatami mat, his arm resting on his knee. “Sing for me, my nightingale. Sing.” A figure shifted, as small hands and delicate fingers collected the fabric of the outfit on the mat spread across.

More light guided the unfocused pupils of the business man's eyes to the figure, and finally the face pulled away from the boundless darkness in the room.

“...”

Blond locks, combed and pinned up with beautiful gems and hairpins were decorated on his head, while his small pale body that reflected the beautiful moonlight was dressed in the most elaborately embroidered 2) kimono. Nightingales, tiny and full of details, mingled among the cherry blossom trees was stitched upon the finest silk.

But alas. The beauty of the embroidery could never compare to the beauty the figure had. The business man could almost feel a strong want to control and have this boy, to bring the boy back home and make him his slave.

His fingers twitched at that thought.

Kikwang stared at the business man with the corner of his eye for a moment, his eyes cold and calculating.

Eyes of the darkest hue of black, so deep and so full of concealed emotions were painted on his face, with a small nose and a beautifully shaped lips that revealed Cupid's secret bow. Those eyes that show an innocent face, that show nothing behind the endless pools of black.

Those pale lips parted open, and the boy closed his eyes.

“Tell me, baby. How many times do I shed my tears?
Every heart, every heart is not gentle yet.
Shall I do? I can never say my loneliness.
Every heart doesn't know so what to say, oh, what to do?”

The business man slowly became drunk with the petite boy's voice that rang in the room, crystal clear and sweetly. It was like sweet honey on an Autumn afternoon, a delightful patter of tunes that blended into the dark room that held boundless mysteries.

“Round and round, the planets revolve around the sun.
And we always seek after love and peace, forever more.
Growing, growing woe. Baby, we can work it out.
Look up at the sky, every heart is shining all today.”

Kikwang had his head bowed while he knelt on the mat. His face was emotionless, his gaze boring into the ground under his feet. His hand rested on the side, the handle of the long item attached to his waist under his palm.

“Goes and goes the time goes on, but we are not alone.
We live on together and we will find precious things.
Sometimes we will smile, sometime we will cry somehow.
Don't forget in believing yourself, tomorrow will never die.”

The last word left his lips, as his long lashes brushed against his pale cheek. The captivating dark eyes opened once again, and the boy looked away as he held up a paper fan to cover his face.

The business man's unfocused eyes immediately snapped awake when the gaze was torn, the invisible spell in the air broken.

“W-what? Why did he stop!? Tell him to continue!” A fat finger was pointed to the boy that bathed in the moonlight. “This is the price you have achieved for the Nightingale, my lord.” Kikwang commented softly as stood up fluidly, adjusting his 3) hakama.

A rapid shade of red immediately covered the business man's face, flooding his choked veins full of anger. “Are you telling me that this is the end?! This is ridiculous! I've paid a sky high amount, and this is only what I get?!”

His greedy beady eyes laid onto the blonde's figure. “No matter. I want him.”

“I'm afraid that he is not for sale, my lord.” Kikwang's eyes pierced straight into the business man's soul. “Oho? Not for sale, you say? You can't stop me. Not after cheating me of half of my fortune. The only price back, is that boy!”

Thick fingers and stubby legs reached out to the boy, his face still covered with the fan, when long fingers immediately pulled out a 4) wakizashi. Without hesitation, Kikwang pointed it diagonally across the business man's neck, ignoring the gurgling sound emitted.

“I'm afraid... You can go no further...”

His eyes glinted in the darkness.

“My lord.”

-
1) Tatami mats, the japanese straw woven mats in olden Japanese style homes.
2) Kimono, a traditional japanese garment worn by women, men and children.
3) Hakama, a traditional japanese clothing worn by originally men only. It is worn over the uwagi (kimono like jacket) and zubon (bottom half, the trousers) and the obi (sash) in the material arts.
4) Wakizashi, a traditional short sword, usually worn together with a Katana by samurais or swordsmen of feudal Japan.

Song, Every Heart by BoA.

Thanks to (Junseob)

chyennified — Thu, 03 Feb 2011 12:01:10 GMT

Title: Thanks to
Pairing: Broken!Dooseob, Junseob
Rating: PG-13
Type: Angst and slight fluff in the end
Summary: When the happy times Yoseob would share with Doojoon were gone in order to make space for new pairings.
A/N: Junhyung speaks slight italian here.

“Yoseob, you're with Junhyung. Doojoon, you're with Dongwoon. We're going to try a new pairing.”

Yoseob swallowed, the words penetrating right into the dept of his mind. Did he really hear what he thought it was to be?

He could feel his heart falling deep down right then. But it broke into a million pieces when Doojoon had agreed easily to the Director's suggestion. Junhyung fidgeted uneasily at that then, the shift in his posture every now and then and along with the tightening silence.

“Are you alright with that? Yoseob? Junhyung?”

The heartache was a second too early. Yoseob's fingers that were usually fiddling with each other was unmoving. Junhyung didn't reply, as though he was waiting for a reply from him first.

A tiny smile pulled his lips, abiet painfully.

“Then this would mean that Junhyung's going to bully me when I don't do things right! Oh no!” Junhyung didn't reply, but he merely gave Yoseob a pointed look before pretending to joke about it.

And in that point of Yoseob's life for the first time, his heart had torn when he saw Doojoon smile.

-

He should be sleeping now, cherishing every minute of the time they were allowed to sleep. And here he was, up in the wee hours in the morning.

Yoseob curled his toes, his fingers caressing the blanket he had draped over him.

It had been exactly a week since they have had started preparations for their songs with their new pairings. Exactly a week since Doojoon had last tickled him under his chin, whispered jokes to him and laid on his back while trying to catch some sleep.

It was like an invisible wall that had been built between the both of them, almost mysteriously. And Yoseob knew that in actuality, it was just only him being just like this. The other members didn't seem to pry into this, even though Yoseob knew that they knew.

Especially Junhyung.

The time the both of them spent together was filled with incessant persistent awkwardness, and Yoseob tried to ignore the gap and fill it with ramblings that he could think of at the moment.

The song isn't getting to a goal yet, but the tune is there already. Perhaps that song will be a mark of his emotions then; it was emotional, quick but yet slow and the impact was there.

The night sky was brilliant. The moon herself is pouring all of her twilight upon the Earth, with the stars glittering beside. Yoseob bit his lips, the overwhelming emotions slowly eating the inside of him.

The week had been busy. He had no time to cry nor mule about the thoughts lingering inside the corners of his mind. But now that the night was long and free, Yoseob could almost hear the howling within.

Perhaps he had been the one just holding on for too long, ever since the both of them had met. The music industry have to change to fit the ever rotating world, and this was just a small price to give up for a moment up the stage.

Besides, it wasn't as though Doojoon wasn't going to leave him anymore. They are still friends. Friends that live together with just an occasional hi and bye, friends that sleep in the same room without any communication.

A choked sob left Yoseob's throat, as he bit his lips harder. It wouldn't do if he had accidentally woken up the rest of the members in the room. They had a long day, and they do need their rest.

The physical pain did not do any help, as the pain in his heart surged forth. A lone tear fell onto the blanket, before another, and another. Yoseob buried his head in the blanket, letting the tears soak up within the material and nullifying his sound at the same time.

-

“Alright, the recording for your song is done. And like always, another good job done. Good job, the both of you!”

The recording studio's door closed, and Yoseob dragged his sluggish body to the restroom, ignoring Junhyung's gaze on him. His schedule was really rather packed, but least that the song had been done.

Yoseob know that his sleepless night bouts couldn't really go on, seeing how his body is already suffering the effects without sleep. He was an international idol; his body wasn't his. His body belonged to everyone of the fangirls out there.

The cold running water that trickled down his face did little help, but at least Yoseob could focus more on his surroundings now.

“Aah? Seobie? Fancy meeting you here of all places!”

Unwillingly, Yoseob wrenched his tired eyes open. His vision wavered for a moment, before sharpening onto the figure in the mirror. “..Uh..”

“Yoseob!”

That someone grabbed his figure suddenly, and Yoseob jerked a little from the rough contact as his brain slowly processed his surroundings. “D-Doojoon?” The said male had worried painted all over his face, the shadow of being the leader surfacing immediately.

“Yoseob! Have you not been resting enough? Are you sick? What's wrong?”

The black haired male only tilted his head in slow response upon the bombard of questions Doojoon had fired. “I'm fine...?” Doojoon raised a suspicious eyebrow. “No you're not. Go back to the dorm. I'll cover your schedule for you.”

Yoseob bit his cheek angrily then. He flung Doojoon's arm off his shoulder, before wiping his wet face in tight anger. “I'm alright. I'll get back to Junhyung.” Doojoon frowned, before reaching a hand to pull Yoseob back.

“Seob-”

The shorter male shrugged it off again before the toilet door slammed close. Doojoon stood there in the toilet, questions floating in his mind upon the odd behavior hovering around the usual chirpy member.

-

It was twilight again.

Yoseob was sitting right in front of the balcony, his feet curled up and tucked snugly in a blanket to protect him from getting a cold that will affect his throat. His face was laid on his folded knees, his eyes staring into the wandering space before him.

He couldn't sleep.

It was almost like a nightly routine to crawl to bed first, pinning tiredness as an excuse to the other members. And when it was almost midnight, he would slowly and softly pad away from the room.

Even when his eyes were closed, his mind were so much more active.

Yoseob sighed. The heartache was almost numb by now. He shouldn't let this get to him. It is going to be a month already. He still get weird looks from Doojoon now and then, with the leader concerned over his body.

So far, he would least get a few hours of sleep now so he wouldn't be so tired in the day. But he couldn't sleep then again.

The moon was out again tonight, but the stars were missing.

Slowly, Yoseob stood up. His small palms rested on the wall of the balcony, as the winds caressed his black hair and weary body comfortingly. His eyes slid close gently, his sense open to the elements exposed to him.

…

Doojoon. Schedules. Singing. Beast. Beauties.

Love.

He for sure, had no time for luxury to think about love. Unlike Jonghyun. Not when especially his love held restricted boundaries. Doojoon. Doojoonie...

“You know, if you stand outside like that, you will catch a cold.”

Yoseob immediately opened his eyes again, his head whipping back to see Junhyung's figure resting against the balcony's door.

His jaw tightened, before he gave one last lingering gaze outside. “...Its getting late. I'm going to bed.” A hand grabbed his shoulder as Yoseob walked past Junhyung, and a sense of deja vu flooded his mind.

Before he could hit the hand away, a soft cottony item was pushed to him.

Junhyung yawned loudly as he walked away while scratching his hip.

Yoseob stood there under the light of the moon, holding his blanket close to his body.

“Buonanotte, mio usignolo.”

A small smile and a blush crept onto his cheeks, as Yoseob gazed at the moon again.

Perhaps... its not too bad to let go. For the moment now.

P/S: "Buonanotte, mio usignolo" means "Goodnight, my nightingale" in italian. I don't know if its exact, due to Google translator. But Junhyung + Italian sounds sexy to me though. Or least, better than 'Car wash self customer is king'. LOL.

P/P/S: I think comparing Yoseob to a nightingale is absolutely sexy. I should do another fic on it soon. Hm.

Hoohah, hoohah!

chyennified — Mon, 13 Dec 2010 20:07:59 GMT

Editing this post to fit into the newly edited LJ skin I've just done.
I have this weird obsession with different skins every day, and I just have to see it changed somehow.
Hopefully this one will last. -glances-

Editor's cut : editing LJ's entries is really hard, now that I realized. or maybe its just me. Ugh.

Early Merry Christmas everybody! ♥

Full sized image here.

As usual, Kevin being the really angelic and adorable one while Eli and Kibum bullies Dongho.

Full sized image here.

Kikwang : I want present!
Hyunseng : Put it back!

Full sized image here.

Seungho : Get down!!!
G.O : ...
Thunder : I love cookies!
Joon : No its mine!

Your Warming Grace (1/2)

chyennified — Mon, 22 Nov 2010 11:35:51 GMT

Title: Your Warming Grace.
Pairing: Elvin
Rating: PG-13
Type: Angst. Two part.
Summary: Kevin reminisced the time when the loving look had left in Eli's eyes.
A/N: Elvin. ;_;

The wind blew comfortingly across his face, caressing his bangs lightly. The sound of the sea waves crashing was almost hypnotizing to hear. Kevin closed his eyes, drinking in the sound of the sea in a childlike bliss.

It was like everything, or the only thing, that could comfort him whenever he was negative or down. Understand him totally, and cheer him up with no words said. A rush of memories surged forward, like the waves lapping up at the stone walls. Kevin felt his heart throb slightly, the sound of the wind whistling through his ears.

He could listen to the sea forever.

“What are you going to do about it?”

Alexander's voice broke through his trance, causing Kevin to open his eyes immediately. The other male rested his body on the railings Kevin was seated on, his head tilted up to gaze at the starless sky above.

Kevin looked at the waves, lapping at the stone wall just below him.

“What about it?”

“You know what I'm talking about. You can't avoid it forever.”

“Its over.”

Those two words didn't stir much of a reaction in him, unlike a few days before.

“And so it isn't to me. Not until I've properly given him a good punch on his face.”

“He's stronger than you.”

“I'll poke a hole in those fake muscles with my pin.”

Kevin's lips curled up in a slight smile, his eyeball rolling to look at Alexander from the corner of his eyes. That guy really needed to loosen up. His eyes turned back to the sea again. It was vast, the breeze temporarily dropping down. Those waves were like life. It picks before it drops again. Always.

The higher you climb, the faster you fall.

Alexander shuffled, his hint being realized by the other male. Kevin gave a last look to the sea, before climbing off the rail slowly. His legs were slightly numb from the long hours and the coldness of his surroundings, his arms cold and body slightly shivering.

It was only now then he had realized that his body temperate had dropped to a dangerous degree. Kevin spoke nothing, suppressing the need to shiver badly. Alexander's warm hands came to help him, his mouth clucking in obvious distaste.

Kevin chuckled lightly. “Let's go back.”

Days passed, and day by day, Kevin returned to the sea to stare at the ocean for a good few hours before letting Alexander drag him back.

The boy didn't know how much worry he was causing to him, Alexander thought, rather angrily, to himself. Kevin wasn't at home again. Probably out at the sea, and clad in nothing but some shirt and pants. Not even a coat or a jacket!

He really did wished he could have the chance to give Eli a punch in the face.

Causing so much pain within the fragile heart of his sworn brother, and not even feeling one tiny bit of remorse for it.. Eli definitely needed a kick to his balls. Maybe he could think better down there, seeing as there wasn't much above.

Alexander could see everything.

The deteriorating health, the weakness and the lesser movements Kevin now made. It was a contrast from his bubbly usual self. A big, no. Huge contrast.

Grabbing the jacket and his keys, Alexander swore to himself that he would be getting to Eli soon. Even if Eli knew chinese material arts.

For the sake of Kevin.

-

“Stay at home today. Don't go out to the sea, alright?”

Kevin pouted at him, his thinner but still adorable face staring up at Alexander's. The older male sighed, tucking Kevin into the bed with a thick blanket. “The doctor said that the cold temperature near the sea isn't doing your body good. Stay. Please.”

A smile stretched on Kevin's lips, his eyes crinkling up.

“What? Are you concerned for me? You must not be Alexander-hyung!”

“Yah! You insolent little punk! You're lucky you're sick now. If not I'll sit on you and fart on your face!” Alexander shook at elegant finger at Kevin, who was chuckling lightly on the bed. Something light lifted in his heart, knowing that least Kevin wasn't that depressed about it anymore.

Before he had left, Alexander tucked in his shoes, checked for his keys and wallet.

And he remembered to tell Kevin not to go out to the sea, to stay in bed and recuperate before they could go out for karaoke again. Kevin had replied back a cheery okay.

Tossing one last smile over to Kevin over his shoulder, Alexander closed the door behind his back.

His cheery eyes immediately narrowed, with only one thought intent in his mind.

To find Eli.

Never once did Alexander thought to look back at Kevin one last time, missing the shadow of what a broken hearted person could ever hold on his face.

Writer's Block: You can't take that away from me!

chyennified — Mon, 01 Nov 2010 09:02:02 GMT

Mobile phone. There's music inside, I can find entertainment due to the pictures and videos of my favourite idols, I can bother people by calling or texting them because I have a free texting system and I have a portable charger. Awesum or whud?! LOL.

chyennified — Sun, 31 Oct 2010 10:28:17 GMT

The first of my irregular writing after a long hiatus. It will still stay irregular.

Title: He'll never know
Pairing: Hint, Onkey, Broken, Jongkey
Rating: PG-13
Type: Oneshot
Summary: ANGST. Its impossible. Not now, not ever.
A/N: Because you know angst!fics like this are coming after Jonghyun's shocking relationship.

“You're not serious, are you?”

Jonghyun shuffled his feet, looking slightly put off by Onew's whisper after a moment of silence. The leader looked as though he had aged several years at that moment, his chest heaving down.

It almost made Jonghyun feel bad for wanting to fulfill his selfish wishes for that moment in his life. “Does the president know about this?” Onew murmured through his clasped fist, like a breathe that Jonghyun couldn't almost catch.

“He should probably know. Tabloids has already captured pictures when I was picking her up.”

Onew's heart sank further down. What will the President say? The Kangin-hyung incident, the JYJ-hyung duels incident and now this. Hopefully things wouldn't go badly as predicted in Onew's mind.

Seeing the concentrated look Onew had on his face had Jonghyun almost regretting doing this. But done is done. He couldn't go back and rewind, neither can he break that promise he had done to her. His beloved.

It was only fair for the both of them. They would understand.

They have to.

“What about the others? Am I the only one that knows this?”

“Well, I'm about to te-”

The door opened suddenly, and the rest of the members tumbled in noisily. It was as though they knew they were being mentioned. But the tense air that had surrounded the usually two most carefree members in the group had the three other younger males worried as well.

Their questioning eyes that looked at both Jonghyun and Onew prodded for answers, and somehow at that moment, when Onew looked into Key's eyes, his throat clenched up.

An irritated twitch developed, and Key gave an annoyed face. “Well, what's with it!? Spit it out! Or stop sulking. Or I'll give the both of you burnt food for dinner.”

No one spoke up, while Taemin looked a little scared, his hand grabbing the hem of his shirt for comfort. Minho silently placed a hand over the maknae's shoulders, giving him the ample silent comfort needed.

“I mean it! If you guys don't start talking the next five seconds, I swear I'll-”

“I attached to Shin Se Kyung.”

“-make you eat the scraped burnt charcoal from your grandfather's socks. Wait. What?”

“I'm attached to Shin Se Kyung. Seriously.”

Jonghyun repeated again, his eyes searching for acceptance in his juniors, as though he was desperate for an answer for his actions. Onew's heart thudded heavily, his head heavy, as though he couldn't face Key at all.

Taemin's eyes widened, and Minho looked shocked as well. “When did this happen, hyung.” Jonghyun cleared his throat awkwardly. “It was for a few days already.”

“So that's where you have been these past few nights.”

“Y-yeah.”

Minho sighed, before he walked forward to pat Jonghyun on the shoulder. “So long as you're happy about it, hyung. SHINee will support you no matter what.” Taemin nodded as well, an insecure smile on his face, but nevertheless, a smile.

“You guys!” Jonghyun grinned, moving forward to give the both of them a hug, while his eyes moved towards Key. His best friend, his buddy, his dongsaeng still didn't give any reply to him.

Key blinked. Before giving Jonghyun's arm a solid punch. “Yah! You stupid pabo! Why didn't you tell me this type of important thing?! So much for a buddy huh! You're probably afraid that she might fall for me, the Almighty Key, isn't it?!”

Jonghyun laughed.

-

Taemin and Minho had already fallen asleep, exhausted from their activity in the day. Jonghyun had left to meet his girlfriend, a shy blush and a quick smile before he left. Key was squatting on the floor just outside his room.

His and Jonghyun's room.

As though he was in a daze, staring into space unintelligently.

Onew stood in front of him, his gaze hardening. “How long are you going to stay like this?”

Key didn't seem to register his words, his eyes unmoving. Onew was about to squat down, when the other male suddenly jerked. “Its getting late. I'll need to sleep... Sleep...” Key stood up, his body wobbling and his hands groping for the knob of the door.

Onew felt his heart lurch painfully.

The door opened, and Key stumbled inside before closing it again. Onew's mouth opened, but he closed it again.

Key probably didn't know that he had already knew. A long time ago. That's probably why Onew's heart went out to him this time round.

Key probably didn't know that he had already guessed why. Key probably didn't know that he was sitting outside the door to his bedroom shared with Jonghyun, hearing each sob that wrecked his body clearly. Key probably didn't know that he cared.

Key probably didn't know that he cared too much, that its killing him to just watch.

In the mornings, Key was being Key. Even with just with a tint of awkwardness, tiredness, but the Key was still there. Barking at everyone to hurry up, complaining how crumpled Taemin's uniform is, prancing about in his latest loots from the fashion street. Everything.

Onew could almost feel the gratefulness Jonghyun feels towards his juniors, upon how accepting they are towards his sudden confession. He too, did try to be himself, Onew sangtae and all.

But at night, whenever Jonghyun wasn't at home, Key locked himself somewhere without anyone's prying eyes. He cried, he sobbed, he wailed, he rocked himself back and forth, he did things. Many things.

It dug deep into Onew's soul, like a nightmare on rewind every day. How could he ever stand back and watch Key slowly fall into depression like this? “Stop it.” Onew's hand had grabbed Key's wrist when he was about to enter the bathroom.

The other male stared at him. “I need to use the bathroom, pabo.” Onew shook his head. Has Key been eating well? His wrist feels so thin and weak. The clocked ticked, indicating that the time is past eleven already.

“You know what I mean. Stop it.” Key scowled. “Let go of me.”

“No. I can't stand aside while looking at you be like this. Don't do this. Stop it.” It almost sounded as though he was pleading, no. Begging.

“Let go of me, Lee Jinki!” Key almost screamed. A scuffle, but Key had been neglecting his body far too long. Onew easily won over him. Key retaliated, and Onew's fingers tried to grabbed onto the hem of his shirt. A flicker of panic fluttered over Key's face.

Onew's eyes widened. Key looked away, irritated and hasty as he tried to pull his sweater down again. “Don't assume that you know everything. Let me alone.”

Something fell down. Onew couldn't remember what he was doing. He knew he was shouting something. There was resistance. Key was silent. All he knew is there were scars. Blood seeping through badly wrapped bandages. His fingers dug into Key's bony shoulders.

“Why?! Why are you doing this to yourself?! Why?! Was he that hard to give up? Was he?! He was worth your time, your thoughts and even your blood!?”

The door creaked open softly, but Onew didn't bother much about it. The man in front of him crumbled with every word Onew yelled, but his pride kept his face passive. “I know. I do know. I've known from the start, but have you known that I've realized it all?”

Key's eyes widened, his struggling figure slowly going lax in Onew's grip. The leader looked furious and broken at the same time, as though he was trying to gather his broken thoughts.

“Ever since you've started becoming slightly withdrawn whenever he was with other Noonas. Ever since than. Ever since you've sat down in a corner and cried everything you had when you realized that you've lost him forever.”

Onew took a deep breath. Key swallowed. “...I...I do care. He might not know. But I saw it all. Please. Don't do this to yourself...” Onew's hand carressed his stomach gently, a contrast from his previous attitude, the emotions in his words reflected in his eyes.

Key's lips trembled, his heart quaking. Onew looked away, and it was only than when Key realized that he was crying. In front of Onew, no less. Looking at the corner of his eyes, Onew realized that Minho was standing at the door, looking out from the small crack.

Taemin wasn't anywhere to be seen, and Onew gave a slight nod to acknowledge the deed Minho had done. The younger male only closed the door in reply.

Looking down at the shuddering figure before him, Onew's heart trembled again. He took a breathe, before gathering the broken figure before him into his arms. A haggard sigh.

“...I may not be him. But I'm here.”

Key choked back a sob.

Jonghyun came back very much later, like how he used to. Padding across the living room with a light heart, he was verily much startled when he saw Onew sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall with Key on his lap and chest.

The diva appeared to be sleeping, tear tracks obvious on his face, while Onew was stroking his hair slowly, as though he was deep in his thoughts. The eye that moved to acknowledge his presence differed though.

Jonghyun didn't pry, neither did he ask much. The look on Onew's face as enough, as Jonghyun opened the door to his room slowly. He collapsed on his bed, looking up at his ceiling.

His hand reached out for the box underneath his mattress, like how he did every night, before opening it. Mentally, he counted the items inside the box, before he closed them again.

16. There was already 16 razors.

Jonghyun reached for Key's pillow, his finger reaching inside the pillow cover. Mindful of the sharp item hidden inside, Jonghyun pulled it out easily before adding it into the box.

With a satisfied smile, he than tucked the box back under the mattress before lying back again.

chyennified — Fri, 29 Oct 2010 13:43:31 GMT

Hi, ded livejornal. I'm inspired by so many thungs but I can't seem to finish them. Maybe I shall change everything meanwhile. Maybe not.

I DA NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

Writer's Block: Sony Cyber-shot TX5

chyennified — Tue, 13 Jul 2010 11:18:34 GMT

I would take it under a thunderstorm. Just to show that dancing in the rain isn't all flu and colds, but freedom and happiness.

chyennified — Thu, 03 Jun 2010 16:35:22 GMT

ANNYEONGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG.
i've been on a hiatus for quite a long while already, haven't i?
D:

exams have been over, i'm pretty satisfied with my results!
and i've taken up a part time job for the holidays as well. TIRED ;_;
but i'll definately finish up the fanfics!

started quite a few of them already, just not sure on how to end it.
firstly,
CONGRATS TO SUJU FOR THEIR COMEBACK SUCCESS.
(:

i'm missing Kangteuk, SJM and Henry more than ever now. ;_;
and most of the half written fics i've done is angst -.-u

"Wuick, the show's swarwing!"

"The wing wont sway!"

Angel Teukie and devil Kangin, just before their drama play concert.

A random kangteuk moment.
But Kangin looks more like Yunho, doesn't it? >.>
forgive me for the slight oddness in Leeteuk's head.
LOL.

chyennified — Thu, 29 Apr 2010 07:21:44 GMT

Tomorrow is my second language paper.
Which is, English.
Tuesday was the start of my first language paper.
Which is, Chinese.

And what does this symbolizes?

EXAMS. ARE. OFFICIALLY. STARTING.
-dundundunnnn-

Everything will be on hiatus! ~~Not that it alr isn't, with its laggy updates and inspirations.~~ ):
Exams will stretch till 3 weeks! ):

Wish me luck. ):

Happy birthday, alonethistime5!

chyennified — Sun, 25 Apr 2010 13:26:22 GMT

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, to alonethistime5 !!!!!! :DDD
I didn't have the time to finish the fanfic that I was intending to type for you, so I've drawn this picture in school for you!
So sorry, exams are coming just a day after your birthday, and I'll promise to finish that ficcy for you in due time!! Meanwhile, hope you'll like this picture~

Pairing: Khunyoung, Taecbeom
Fandom: 2PM

Left to right,
Wooyoung, Nickhun, Taecyeon, Jaebeom.
Sorry if they do not look alike!
Didn't have time to comlete the whole of 2PM as well. -cries-

~~I found out that I've either didn't know/forgotten your real name. -gets shot-~~

chyennified — Sat, 17 Apr 2010 17:17:50 GMT

Title: Back Then
Prompt: #055, Shatter ; #098, Soothing
Pairing: Kangin/Leeteuk (Ninja!Eunhae)
Rating: PG-13 (Heavy angst, AU, Gangsters)
Type: Long oneshot
Summary: Heechul says something in a fit of anger that made Kangin remember back then, when he had lost everything and everyone, when he was filled with nothing but bitter hatred. Until he met Leeteuk.

A/N: I don't know if this counts as a warning or not, but I'll still put it just in case. There are OCs in this fics that have died. But not in much detail, and not the main charactors. If you'e not feeling to read a fic that have death in it, here's the warning. There's a happy ending though. :x

-

“Stop it! No, Heechul! Don't say anymore!”

“So what, you think you're the greatest in this school just because you're a little bit stronger and bigger sized, aren't you?”

“Greater than you, that I can tell!”

“Why you...”

Eunhyuk and Donghae stood aside, their faces painted full of worry as Leeteuk tried to hold back the brewing fight stirring before him. Heechul was devoid of fear, his anger on his face mirroring Kangin's.

“Stop, it! I don't want any fighting to happen in the school. Talk it out if you must, don't force me to bring you two to the principle's office!” Leeteuk roared, a sign that he was at his temper's limit. Heechul and Kangin had hesitated for a moment, because it is a rare moment when Leeteuk loses his temper.

Both of them looked at each other, before Kangin turned away first. “Che, I won't be so petty to lay a hand on a woman like you.” With that, he turned around and walked away heavily, ignoring the loud curses Heechul threw back.

“Heechul. Stop it. Its bad enough that you've provoked him, don't try to push it.” Leeteuk rubbed his brow tiredly, as he stared at the retreating back of Kangin's. Heechul immediately turned his scowl to Leeteuk, his voice high and indigent. “But its his fault! He's younger than me, and he's so cocky! Should have learnt some respect in classes, that insolent brat.”

“You should have known better than to dig his past out and throw it back on his face.” Leeteuk's eyes slid over to look at Heechul from the between of his fingers, as the other male's compliant jerked to a stop.

“...”

The bell rang, signaling that lunch break was almost over and students should get back to classes immediately. Leeteuk sighed again. School could make him feel really old sometimes; older than his grandmother. “Hyukkie, Hae, get back to class. I'll see to Kangin and Heechul, alright? Don't loiter!”

Eunhyuk and Donghae looked like they were about to say something, but they had agreed with a small mumble and began to shuffle away.

“Stupid fucker, think he's the boss just cause he's older than me...”

Kangin kicked a small and thin pebble on the pathway, watching it fly a distance away before landing on the ground and cracking into two. His eyes stared at the broken pebble for a moment, before Kangin stuffed his hands into his pocket before walking away.

So what if he didn't have any respect.

So what if he acted big, just because he was stronger and fiercer.

So what if he didn't have good parents to teach him respect.

So what if his parents were gangsters and they were killed in a brawl.

So what.

Kangin's scowl on his face deepened as he climbed the stairs up heavily, ignoring the bell that rang. He could ditch classes for he cared. Nobody liked him anyway.

Knowing very well that whatever Heechul said had been actually words that meant to hurt, Kangin still couldn't help but to think upon it. It had been like this ever since he was young, running about and watching kids from his neighborhood playing.

“Look, its that kid again. Is he trying to beat up and kill my children, like how his parents are like?”

“Go away! Don't come near my children! Go back to your hellhole!”

“Sorry, my mama said I can't play with you... She said you're dangerous and bad.”

“You're an outcast here! You don't belong here!”

The door towards the rooftop slammed open, and the strong wind blew against Kangin's face. Again and again, this shit happens again and again. When he was young, he couldn't really understand why people shunned and hated him.

He cried, but his father would always scold him for it. Tears are a sign of weakness, and you shouldn't show weakness to your enemies. That's what his father had said, growling in his low and rough voice. His mother had tried to comfort him in the way she knew best, by forcing the other children to play with him and getting him toys and games.

But this only fueled the other parents' hatred even more, till the point where people would chase him away by whacking him with brooms, stones, rubbish or even pouring dirty water on him.

Kangin had by then, realized that fact that maybe it had got something to do with his parents. Everyone had avoided his parents, and they live on a deserted place in the neighborhood. So he didn't tell them anything.

But they found out, when he came back home everyday with dirty clothes soaked in smelly and dirty water or rubbish. His father had been the enraged one, taking a knife from the kitchen and stomping to the door while his mother tried to calm him down.

The sight had broke his heart so much, that Kangin had started crying, squatting on the floor while bawling his frustrations in his heart out.

“I hate it. Why must Papa and Mama be so fierce? Everyone hate Kangin because of Papa and Mama. I hate Papa and Mama!!”

His father had stopped struggling against his mother, the knife going slack in his hands while his mother had her head bowed.

Kangin took out a pack and lighter from his pockets, a small faraway smile tugging on his lips. He had been so ignorant then. He didn't know that that was his parent's way of showing them their love for him. And he had screamed to them that he had hated them.

How foolish, how unfilial he had been. He had remembered each word he had screamed clearly, and Kangin had regretted saying it. And he haven't had the chance to say sorry for saying that to his parents.

When he was started schooling, Kangin had been bullied and pushed around by the students and the seniors around him. But he had kept his silence; not wishing for his parents to cause anymore trouble for his life.

But once, when Kangin had been dragged outside of school to be a punch bag for his seniors, one of his parent's buddy from their gang had caught hold of it. They had been more than furious after knowing it, rushing to Kangin's school.

They were such in a rush, so blinded by concern and worry for their only son, that they didn't realize that they were actually crossing into their enemy gang's territory area. And at that time, his parents were only with two of their closest buddies from the gang, so they were heavily out numbered.

It was chaotic and messy. Four against fifty, or even more, it was obvious who would win and who would not. But Kangin's parents never gave up, they had fought with what they had, and with all they've got.

But fists and sticks could never win against guns.

Kangin's parents weren't killed with a bullet.

They had been shot multiple times. First few times, on the arms and legs. When they had fell, unable to move due to the heavy blood loss from the wounds, they had been shot at their vital parts then. Their chest, their head, their face...

Even when it was obvious that they were dead and not breathing, the gang members didn't stop shooting, loading bullets and shooting continuously into their mutilated bodies.

The other two of their friends had managed to escape, with heavy wounds and severe blood loss. His parents had forced them to move, with only one thought in their mind.

Save my son. He's being bullied, he's getting beaten up. Save him, and show those bastards that dare to touch him the consequences.

It was only then the both of them had escaped, rather unwillingly. Kangin had been shocked and devastated, seeing the both of the limping towards him with the wounds they had. The boys that had been punching him, had ran away in fright upon seeing the blood on the two of them.

The smoke had entered Kangin's lungs, and his eyes closed in relief.

He remembered crying while he was at the hospital, the two males with wounds trying to comfort him while getting their wounds patched up. By this time, they had already contacted with the other members, and they had rushed towards the enemy area.

But they had left, and only his parents' bodies were left on the ground with blood splattered.

It had been unrecognizable, disgusting and destroyed.

The doctor had told the two males that there were more than ten bullets in their bodies, piercing their vital parts multiple times, ensuring death.

Kangin didn't know; he only kept crying while he was made to move and live with one of the males from the gang. He was only told so, when he had gotten older, at an age where he could think clearly.

By that time, the gang was already in a mess. People was leaving the group and getting weaker, other gangs were thrashing up their territory. Their leader was gone, and the group was vulnerable. But still, the male that was taking care of Kangin had sworn to take care of him till Kangin could earn for himself.

He did, and Kangin was grateful. He had studied hard in school, taking up part time jobs and worked hard as well, so as not to become a burden to the male he had known as a 'father' to him.

But when he was sixteen, the 'father' to him, had died while he was still at school. Apparently, some gangs had wanted his head due to his past records, and he had gotten ambushed. The landlord had informed Kangin about this information when he was back from work, that his 'father' was already pronounced dead a few hours ago.

It had been the same again. Never getting to see his parents for one last time, even when they are dead. Kangin's life had turned bitter and sour in an instant. His hate had burned heavily, from losing his sworn parents twice.

He had hated gangs since then, and turned rebellious in school. If anyone had gotten into his way, Kangin did the opposite of what he was when he was younger. He attacked without any hesitation, not stopping until he ensured his safety.

That's what you get if you're too weak. You get nothing but death.

His father's words had rang true in his head everyday. Kangin never knew true peace then, and he had always carried a weapon with him.

His parents were killed because of people waiting to ambush them at their weakest moment. Kangin realized, and he had sworn not to be jumped upon at moments like these. He was paranoid everyday, and he couldn't get good sleep.

His landlord, taking pity on him, and offered to let him stay with him in his apartment. But Kangin wasn't in the house most of time. Bitter hate had filled him to the brim, and he had loitered around the streets, hoping to bump into some of the people that had killed his parents.

Revenge must be taken. That's on his mind.

Kangin was failing his classes, a sudden drop from his usual great result. And his teacher had personally checked the reason why himself, shocked to find a number of sharp and dangerous weapons within and on Kangin. The principle had been called in, and he was questioned.

Kangin never said why, his eyes only filled with hate and bitterness, glaring at the principle.

Counselors and the police had been called him, and he was told to report to the station after school everyday to be checked upon.

The student body had gossiped about him, milling up rumors and facts that were never true before passing them around. He was labeled as a murderer soon, and things had went back to when it was when he was young.

The police had warned him again and again, to not go against their law of carrying sharp weapons and getting into fights. Kangin hadn't really cared, because they wouldn't understand the fear and the hate within him. He had been caned once, and he swore it hurt like everything combined together.

It had kept him down, but Kangin swore that if anyone had tried to bother him, he wouldn't hold back.

Life had picked up for a bit, as Eunhyuk came into his life. The freshmen kids were bullying him, calling him a monkey and sneering at him. Kangin got enraged seeing that, and he had only yelled at them before the kids had scattered like rats.

Eunhyuk had been friends with him ever since, and along with him came Donghae. They had been hesitating at first, a little afraid of Kangin's fierce look. But they had cheered up his life, and sucked the hatred in him away.

Leeteuk was next. Not hesitating, bright and cheery, he had found Kangin at the rooftop. Leeteuk was frustrated at that time, with all the stress being a class president and his class not listening to him. Kangin had been skipping classes, slacking at the rooftop.

That time, Leeteuk had surprised him with a smile on his face, fear and degradation devoid in his eyes. “Life's hard, isn't it? But the sky will always be blue, the sun will always rise, and time never stops. Life goes on, as well.” A smile that was brighter than the sun itself was patched on his face, a dimple on his cheek catching his gaze.

Kangin didn't really know how, but Leeteuk had became his closest and best friend. He would be there, growling at his class whenever they were disobedient to Leeteuk, and Leeteuk would be there, nagging at him to stop smoking while trying to swat the cigarette away from Kangin's fingers.

He had always failed, seeing the obvious height difference between the two of them.

Kangin looked at at his cigarette between his fingers, the lit end of the stick glowing bright orange.

Two years, after since his 'father' had died, after his bitter slump.

The door to the roof echoed a sudden bang and a loud curse rang out clear. Kangin inwardly chuckled, knowing who that person was. Throwing the cigarette onto the ground, he used the back of his shoes to crush it as Leeteuk limped into view.

“Darn it, I keep forgetting that they've placed a stupid handle there. Can't they change it back to the doors when you can just push them? And I've just used my whole strength to push that stupid door! My arm's going to dislocate and I'm going to swear that I'm su-Kangin!”

Sometimes the words that escaped from Leeteuk never failed to make him speechless.

“...Heechul didn't mean what he said, you know. He was just mad at you for not being respectful, you know the way he is. Don't think too much on it, alright? Hold on, have you been smoking?!”

Leeteuk's face had been worried and reassuring, before turning into a stern one. “No.” Kangin lied. “Liar. You practically smell like one giant cigarette stick.” Leeteuk concluded. Kangin only turned away, to hide his growing smile on his face.

Its a wonder how fast Leeteuk could change his mood sometimes. For a moment, he was depressed, and next, he was smiling again. Leeteuk was like a soothing new world to him. It calmed the raging storm within him, it had cooled his head down from doing rash things and made him smile.

His heart, that had been heavy from the recount of his memories was lifted up once again.

The door had opened once again, and Heechul poked his head in. “What, so you're really up here.” He walked in , his movements jerky and slightly shy, a big difference from his usual arrogant and proud self. Kangin didn't turn back to look at Heechul.

“...I'm sorry.”

It was muttered in such a soft voice, but Kangin caught hold of it. His heart was lifted up even further, as Kangin turned around to face him.

“...It was my fault too, hyung.”

Heechul looked slightly proud at that. “Proud to be called old.” Leeteuk had butted in, spoiling the moment and getting Heechul to yell at him. Kangin chuckled at the sight, feeling like he was really 18 this time.

That's right.

That was the past. He could move on, with Eunhyuk, with Donghae. With Leeteuk.

Leeteuk's loud laughter had rang in the air, free and true.

Title: What it takes
Prompt: #024, Spotlights
Pairing: Sungmin/Kyuhyun
Rating: PG-13 (Slight angst)
Type: Oneshot
Summary: You've got to let it all go, if you want to reach to the top.

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“Do you love this feeling, Kyuhyun-yah?”

I jerked my head to the left, and Sungmin’s face was facing mine. He was smiling, but the usual glow in his eyes is not there.

Sweat was trailing down from the side of my face due to the heat in the stadium I was in. Along with the other members in Super Junior. Along with Sungmin, beside me. The spotlight was everywhere, shining on members at all corners of the stage.

It was hot.

My mind trailed back to Sungmin’s question, and he seemed to understand what I was thinking. Sungmin turned, before he raised his hand to wave at the sea of blue balloons on his right. “This feeling, of being worshipped and cherished by a thousand people.”

He turned back to face me again, this time waving to the balloons on the left. “Do you love it?” I knew what he was talking about.

The incident with Henry Lau. The new violin guy from Canada, invited to perform along with us in Don Don’t. The very same guy that may be hiccuping and crying at the backstage right now. My eyes trailed to the staircase leading towards the backstage.

“I like it. The feeling when people love us for our songs. But I dislike it, when they hurt someone because of it.”

The face on Sungmin’s face faltered, as he placed his arm by his side once again.

I gripped onto the microphone in my hands tightly.

…I didn’t like this neither. Because I understood what Henry was going through now. Going through a stage like this, I didn’t know why I was accepted so quickly, when Henry wasn’t.

No one wanted this decision, it was Lee Soo Man’s.

Henry didn’t request to be in Super Junior. But it was only Super Junior’s luck to get Henry. He was a talented boy. Maybe the fans can’t see, because they did not go through this before.

Obsess.

It means that we will earn more money, due to their wants for our goods or promotions. But it means that we’re playing with fire as well. When there are fans, there are bound to be haters as well.

Like what happened to Yunho-sshi.

Haters. Obsess. Fans.

Part of the deal, to climb up to the top, to feel the burn of the spotlight on your face, the scream of the fans that support you. Fame. Celebrity.

My hand twitched, before my fingers wrapped about Sungmin’s. I didn’t know what to answer, but I squeezed his hand. In reassurance, in hope, I don’t know myself. I only hope that Henry wouldn’t be rejected and scorned, in his first step in the industry world.

Sungmin knew.

And he understood. The concert went on as usual, only with some of the members sneaking off backstage to look at Henry. I sang as usual, while holding onto Sungmin’s hand.

The spotlight moved away from my face for an instant, as I felt the heat on my face leave.

Please don't make me cry

chyennified — Fri, 09 Apr 2010 12:40:15 GMT

Title: Please don't make me cry
Prompt: #095, Drowning
Pairing: Henry/Siwon (One-sided), Henry/Kyuhyun (One sided), Kyuhyun/Sungmin
Rating: PG-13 (Angst, attempted suicide)
Inspired by: No way - Lady Gaga
Type: Long oneshot
Summary: It hurts so much, when you see the person that you love having sex with another person on your own bed. It hurts so much, so much until you would want to die.

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Cause baby, now that you're caught,
What am I supposed to say?
What's so wrong that what you did,
But I still feel this way.

- No way, Lady Gaga

Henry hesitated. The lift doors opened, and it took him a while before Henry took a step out of the lift. The door to his house was left ajar, as usual. There wasn’t a need for Henry to take out his keys to open the lock every time.

Pushing open the door, Henry tucked his feet out of his shoes.

Again, his shoes were placed untidily. Along with someone else’s shoes. A stranger’s shoes. A deep, shuddering breathe escaped Henry’s lips, as he placed his shoe on the rack.

Stepping into the house shakily, Henry padded across the polished surface of the floor. This was his house; why was he acting as though he was the intruder instead? Henry didn’t really know.

There was a sudden bump, and Henry could hear noises. Who did he bring along again? Henry felt his heart breaking as he climbed the stairs.

“Ohh… More!”

“Mm…You’re so sexy…”

There wasn’t any soul in his room; it was left open and wide. But instead, Henry’s door was left ajar, and most of the noises seemed to be coming from that room. It couldn’t be… Henry’s eyes widened.

“Aahnn… Uhhh!”

“I’m coming… Ugh!”

The door was pushed open, just as the couple had finished with their private act within each other’s body. Henry had seen it, all. And they were on his bed, lying on his blanket, clawing at his pillow, and staining his sheets.

Anger flooded his whole body, like a sudden dam broken. “Are the both of you done?” Kyuhyun turned lazily to glance at Henry, who was trembling while his bangs were covering his eyes. “Not yet. Wanna join?”

The other male had given Kyuhyun a smack on the arm, his face red. He had pulled the blankets up to cover himself from Henry, whilst Kyuhyun didn’t bother to do so. At least the other male had the decency to cover himself.

With his blanket.

This is the last straw.

“Get out.”

Kyuhyun didn’t care, as he lay back onto the bed and closed his eyes. The other male, glared at his attitude. “Relax, Sungmin. Leave him alone.” Sungmin, the apparent name of the other guy, shook his arm persistently. “Get up! We’re intruding on something here!”

Henry’s face darkened at the sight of Kyuhyun’s laid back attitude. “I mean it, Cho Kyuhyun. Get the fuck out of my house, right now!” Sungmin looked a little shocked, while Kyuhyun only opened his eye.

“Don’t force me to do the extreme. This is my house; I won’t allow any more disrespect from you. So either you get the fuck out yourself, or I’ll chase you out.” Kyuhyun looked a little stunned for a moment, before his smirk came back out again.

“What? The tame pussy turned into a fiery wild cat? What can you do to make me move? I’m curious, little mochi.” Sungmin looked disturbed at Kyuhyun’s words, as he hurriedly dressed himself. “Cho Kyuhyun! Get your butt up and get dressed!”

“Shh, baby. He wouldn’t do anything.”

Kyuhyun’s mocking laugh faded away, as Henry’s legs brought him to the kitchen. His eyes were wild, and his fingers were shaking as he went through the contents of the cupboard. His eye caught something, and Henry grabbed it immediately.

He can’t take it any longer; that off hand attitude of Kyuhyun’s. No matter how many times Henry had pleaded, begged, and asked him, Kyuhyun still did it again and again. No more. No more of this nonsense.

His footsteps up the stairs seemed to thunder within his head, and his vision was slightly blurry. What was going to happen now?

Kyuhyun's shocked face pleased him very much. No more of the stupid, condensing smirk he always had on his face. “H-Henry! C-Calm down. No one’s gonna get hurt!” “Let’s just get out of here like he wants!”

Henry felt dizzy. His palms were clammy and he knew he was trembling. There was something; something that he was holding limply in his hands. What was it again? But he had loved it. That item brought fear to Kyuhyun’s proud face.

“Get out. Get the hell out of my house!!” Henry heard a distant voice ring from his ears, as though his own ears were stuffed with thousands of cotton balls. Was he the one that said that? Kyuhyun was hastily picking up and wearing his clothes while Sungmin gathered his items.

Both of them had scuttled out of the room quickly, avoiding Henry as far as they could. The front door opened, and slammed close.

Silence rang in the house like a never ending echo, and the item that Henry was holding slipped onto the ground with a light ‘thud’. His legs were weak, causing him to fall to the ground as well.

“…”

They are gone.

He is gone.

He is gone forever, and he won’t dare to come back anymore. He wouldn’t dare to come back, crawling at his feet whenever he needed help. He wouldn’t come back, bringing back his new fuck buddies.

He wouldn't come back to his heart again.

A smile was blossoming on Henry’s face. No more heartache, no more pain and no more stress. What can be better? Warm liquid fell down from his face, as his body shuddered heavily. No more.

No more.

It had been a few days since Kyuhyun had been forced to leave the house along with his boyfriend. Henry had never seen him ever since, not even around his work place. ‘It was the best thing that could happen’ Henry had been repeating in his mind.

But he couldn’t laugh, he couldn’t smile, and there’s this annoying and heavy ache in his heart.

Everyone had been concerned; Henry was a downright mess. Heavy eye bags, messy hair, crumpled uniform; it was a big contrast from the Henry that was usually neat and cheerful a few months ago. Henry had insisted that nothing was alright, smiling at them.

Everyone knew that it was a fake smile, but Henry always got frustrated whenever they had pried too much, so they had left Henry alone wishing that his problem would be solved soon. Especially Zhoumi, who had been upset and stressed for Henry.

“Are you alright?” Donghae had asked, concerned. Henry knew that he should smile and tell Donghae, that everything was alright. But his lips just couldn’t lift up. “…Yeah. Don’t worry about it.”

Donghae grimaced. “Even your voice sounded like a croak. You’re like half dead to me, and everyone else!” Was his voice that bad? Henry looked down onto the floor.

“Hae, leave him alone. Henli, please sort out your problems as soon as possible, alright? I’ll give you a week off paid leave. If there’s anything you need help with, you can always contact me.” Hankyung interrupted Donghae, while he gave a reassurance smile to Henry.

Hankyung and Donghae cared; Henry knew. And he really felt even more bad and guilty for making them worry over him like this.

“…Thanks, gege…”

“Take a good rest, Henli-yah.”

Henry trudged out of the shop, the bell ringing as the door was pulled open. Zhoumi sighed heavily, as he wiped a cup with a cloth slowly. “Is he really alright? Anyone knew what happened?” Everyone had replied a negative reply, as each of them slowly went to do their duties in silence.

With Henry as their youngest new comer into the caffeine shop, the other workers had practically treated him like their own brother. It was no surprise that they would be moody and silent when Henry was like this.

It had been a long time since they had seen Henry’s true smile already, ever since a few months ago.

Siwon especially, didn’t say a word. He kept staring at the door. What had exactly happened? Did Kyuhyun do something again?

“Yah, Choi Siwon!! You’re adding too much coffee beans into the grinder! It’s overflowing!” Hankyung yelled angrily as Siwon continued to space out, the coffee bag in his hands practically empty as the beans poured onto the counter.

No one had been his house when he had returned. It was the way how it had used to be; it wasn’t touched at all. Henry curled up tighter, his hands wrapped tightly around.

Since when did it turn out to be like this? All destroyed, bleak and tired.

Kyuhyun wasn’t like this in the start. It wasn’t even like this from the start. Kyuhyun was a different person; he was loving and caring.

He was witty, he loved to play games till 6 in the morning and he sang beautifully. Kyuhyun would always sing for Henry, and Henry would play the violin while he sang songs. It was beautiful moments, and Henry had cherished them.

How did it ever change to this?

Henry had thought he saw something that didn’t belong to him or Kyuhyun in the house. Maybe it was him thinking too much, there was no way he would do that to him, Henry had thought. Kyuhyun had been leaving the house more than usual, claiming that he had to work overtime.

He had never returned till late midnight, and he always slept through the mornings when Henry was awake. And Kyuhyun would be gone by afternoon, and the cycle continues.

Zhoumi had been observing a lot. He knew, but he didn’t know how to tell it to Henry. But when he did, Henry had been disbelieving at first.

It was impossible, it could never happen.

He exclaimed that particular sentence to Zhoumi, Henry remembered. What can he say now? It had happened; it was possible. After Zhoumi had told him about Kyuhyun, Henry couldn’t help but to feel suspicious.

Fights and quarrels were practically what they did every day then, with Henry crying while Kyuhyun stomped out of the house in anger. Everything had gone downhill since then. It wasn’t the first time that Henry had seen him with other people.

It wasn’t the first time that Kyuhyun insisted that he would change as well.

Henry had given up on telling Kyuhyun off then, his heart breaking into smaller pieces each time he saw Kyuhyun coming back home drunk with a girl or a guy. At least they weren’t having sex in his room; Henry comforted himself.

Zhoumi was furious more than anyone else. “Why haven’t you kicked him out of your house yet?! He’s practically a free loader now, and I doubt he thinks that you and he are still a couple. I don’t think that you would still like him anyway.”

He was right. Henry still liked him. Henry still loved it.

Each time when Kyuhyun was suffering a hangover, Henry would prepare pills and his favorite meal. Henry would iron his clothes for him, making sure that they were neat and presentable. Henry would even leave some money for him, just in case Kyuhyun didn’t have any.

It was pathetic.

He shouldn’t love him at all. Kyuhyun was such a bastard, a flirt and a lousy boyfriend. Why can’t Henry just forget about him? Even now, he was still thinking on Kyuhyun. Henry was such a loser.

He was a complete loser.

Henry buried his head in his arms. The scene in his head was replaying over and over again, as Kyuhyun had thrusted into Sungmin’s willing body on his bed. Both of them were clawing on his sheets, their sounds bouncing off his walls.

It was the only boundary that Henry had considered it free of the man that was tormenting him. It was the only place where Henry would shut himself off from Kyuhyun, off from all his worries. But now, everything reminded him off the scandalous act Kyuhyun had etched in.

Henry heaved in greatly, choking while he pulled on his air.

Everything had at least something to remind him of Kyuhyun, everything in his house. It was dirty. Everything is all dirty and tainted. He was dirty as well, for living in this house and breathing in their dirty air.

Scrambling up immediately, Henry clumsily pulled the door open as he covered his mouth with his hands.

He need to wash the dirt off him quickly, if not the dirt might stay on his body. Henry wouldn’t allow it, no more of Kyuhyun plaguing his mind. No more. His skin felt itchy, and his body was restless.

The toilet door was yanked open harshly, as Henry pulled the switch on for the tub and the shower. Water sprayed down immediately, and Henry immediately rubbed his skin raw for the imaginary dirt like a mad man.

It wasn’t coming off. The dirty touches that Kyuhyun had left on him, the air that Kyuhyun had contaminated with in this house. Everything.

Henry scrubbed harder, tears falling down his face in droplets. His skin was already red and painful, but Henry didn’t stop. The dirt, it wasn’t coming off. Henry felt more than dirty; he felt destroyed.

It wasn’t all real, was it? What can he say?

The tub was already overflowing by then. Henry had thrown the shower head carelessly aside. It wasn’t enough. He wasn’t clean enough. Falling into the tub, Henry had left everything else behind.

He was sinking, so low and down that he couldn’t feel the bottom. Everything was blocked out, he couldn’t hear a thing. It was dark and winding, Henry couldn’t see anything neither. He felt numb, he couldn’t move.

The thumping in his heart was getting louder and louder, and Henry felt his brain cutting off from his heart. It was ecstasy; he couldn’t feel anything anymore.

All of a sudden, something grabbed him and pulled him up.

“Henli!! Are you alright?! Why must you do such a thing?!”

Something loud was beside him. Henry couldn’t see, black dots covering most of his vision. Air was returning to him again, back to make him dirty. But Henry couldn’t find the strength to dive back into the heaven he was searching for again.

The lights are glaring. Where was the darkness that Henry had seen just a while ago? It had covered everything Henry didn’t want to see.

“Shit, I need to call the ambulance! Henli, stay with me! Breathe!”

The voice echoed from million miles away. Who was that? It was familiar. Henry knew he had heard it in his life before. His mind was spinning; his vision was getting blurry and colorless.

Darkness. It was coming again.

Henry gladly accepted it, cutting off his mind from the rest of the world then.

“His body is weak and slightly underweight, and he seems to be suffering from a light case of depression.” The doctor summarized, checking his clipboard for any missing information while the nurses pushed Henry out.

“He will be placed on a drip, and will be hospitalized for further check up. Meanwhile, I’ll get our hospital’s psychologist to help him out. Please do not hesitate to call me if anything else crops up.” The doctor gave a light smile, and Siwon smiled back uneasily.

His nerves were frazzled.

What if he didn’t visit Henry? Would Henry let himself drown in his bath tub?

His heart had practically stopped when Siwon had thought of that. It wasn’t possible; Henry wouldn’t give up so easily! What had exactly happened?

The door wasn’t locked, Siwon had remembered. The house was silent, and the male had thought that Henry might be sleeping. But there was water leaking out into the hall, and there is the sound of the shower being switched on.

There was a chill down his spine that moment. Siwon immediately rushed to the bathroom, thinking that Henry had spilled some water while he was bathing. But never did he expect that the smaller male had submerged his whole body into his overflowing bathtub facing down.

His heart had skipped a beat, and his body had frozen on the spot. But he had forced his body to move, to pull Henry, to save him. The boy’s eyes were red, sore and faraway as his body automatically took in air for him.

Though, Henry had strangely attempted to close his mouth and reject the air. But he had given up soon after, just letting his body take in air before fainting soon after.

It was a nightmare, it was horrible.

Siwon sighed heavily again. He couldn’t even enter the room Henry was in now, the nurses claiming that he needed his rest. Why haven’t he noticed that Henry had grown thinner? Why didn’t he approach Henry and insisted help even though Henry had rejected it?

Siwon never had the chance to love him ever since Kyuhyun entered his life. And now, he had failed in taking care of him as a friend should.

The workers of the caffeine shop had rushed here immediately too, after Siwon’s monotone and blank call. Zhoumi’s face was red, and he had cried. Hankyung was silent, along with the others.

“…He chased Kyuhyun out.”

Zhoumi had suddenly croaked out, and Siwon had jerked his head to him immediately. Chased him out? Wasn’t it supposed to be a good thing, since it had meant that Henry was moving on and over Kyuhyun finally after those few months?

Tears continued down Zhoumi’s face, as he laid his head on his folded arms. “He had chased Kyuhyun out with a chopper in his hand. But he hasn’t chased Kyuhyun out of his heart yet. That foolish boy still loved that jerk even after his betrayal over and over again.”

Everyone was silent, and Siwon’s breath was caught in his throat.

Half of him just had a good mind to mess Kyuhyun’s face for doing this to Henry, and another half of him just wanted to break. There wasn’t any room for him in Henry’s heart anymore. There was only him and Kyuhyun.

Siwon looked at Henry’s sleeping face through the mirror again, his breath finally escaping his mouth.

Fanarts, Leeteukie!

chyennified — Mon, 05 Apr 2010 13:41:53 GMT

Drawings of Leeteuk, Super junior.
~~when i'm supposed to be studying/revising for my exams coming in two & 1/2 weeks time.~~

its alright. i'll study tomorrow.
right...?
>.>

the head's off proportion-ed.
bu i was in a hurry.
this is the admendment(?) for destroying Leeteuk's face w Sungmin/Shindong last time!

Maybe two is really better than one (1/2)

chyennified — Fri, 02 Apr 2010 05:15:43 GMT

Title: Maybe two is really better than one
Pairing: Onkey, slight 2min
Rating: PG-13
Type: Oneshot
Summary: Onew realized that maybe; he did really need Key in his life more than he thought he would. But he had only realized that after he had broke up with Key.

A/N: taken from the short drabble from the Playlist Fanfics, and continued off from there.
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Maybe two is really better than one,
cause maybe it’s true, that i can’t live without you

“...Perhaps the both of us are really just not for each other...”

Key looked scandalized, his face a picture of shock and slight denial. Onew shuffled his feet nervously, his fingers plucking at the hem of his jacket.

It had been a tough decision to make, seeing how he and Key had been together for six months. But Onew was at a loss. Maybe Key wasn’t the right one for him.

To compare the both of them together, it was really obvious that the both of them really were polar opposites. And both he and Key were quarrelling half of the time. Onew couldn’t really take it Key’s bossy attitude any longer.

But it had been six months. Was it really wise of him to leave this relationship now? Onew didn’t muse over this for just one night. It had been days.

Hopefully, this decision of his wouldn’t fail him.

Now, he just hoped that Key would take this in a calm matter. Known for his short temper, god knows if Onew would return alive in one piece to his apartment. Key would usually bit his lips, counting mentally to ten.

But that didn’t work... or at least, it didn’t work most of the time.

Key would then end up screaming in frustration before words unknown to Onew would spew out. Onew squeezed his eyes shut, mentally preparing himself for his ears to deafen.

A second passed.

And another second passed.

...?

Why wasn’t there any noise at all?

Onew opened his eyes slowly, and the sight before him shocked him.

Key wasn’t angry; neither was he biting his lips mentally counting to ten. Instead, there was liquid coming out from Key’s beautiful eyes. But there wasn’t any sound at all. No sounds of sniffing, sobbing or loud wailing.

Just silent tears, while Key stood there, the cold wind blowing at him and messing up his multi colour hair. His beautiful multi colour hair that Onew had adored so much. Onew’s heart had frozen, as he felt the blood within his veins turn cold.

Desperation arose in Onew suddenly, as though he needed to explain his actions to Key. But just as he opened his mouth, Key lifted his hand up, cutting Onew off. “...You...really...mean it?” Even Key’s voice sounded foreign to him.

Gone was the strong, prideful and smooth baritone, but a broken and pitiful whimper.

Onew hesitated. But it was either now, or never.

“Y-Yes, bu-“

Again, Key cut him off from his weak reasoning, his voice raspy from the effort of holding his emotions back along with the cold air. Tears kept licking the other male’s cheekbones, sliding off his face and wetting the collar of his coat.

“Then... I wish you happiness soon.” Key’s eyes looked distant, as he murmured those words and bowed down ninety degrees.

Before Onew could register what had happened, Key straightened his back again. With a swing of his head, Key had turned his body, walking away. Something was nagging Onew, to grab Key’s hand, to assure him that everything was alright, it was just a joke.

But Onew’s hand didn’t move.

He should be feeling rather happy now. He was not attached to someone! He was a free man. He wouldn’t have to face Key’s ranting or avoid his spatula attacks. He doesn’t need to watch what he had said in order to avoid offending Key. He doesn’t need to carry heavy bags for Key while they go shopping.

Onew tried to smile.

It didn’t work, and his heart seemed to sink down to the earth. If this was what he really wanted, why did he feel like he had done something really wrong? Snow started to fall onto Onew’s hair, the wind bitingly cold.

Nothing clicked in Onew’s mind then, except for the image of Key’s broken face.

“You’re an idiot.” Onew’s features were full of guilt and remorse, as Jonghyun silently whispered to him. Minho’s features were stony as well, as the three of them sat around the table in Onew’s apartment.

It had been three days since the confrontation between Onew and Key. But to Onew, those three days seemed to be three years. It was hell; he couldn’t sleep and he couldn’t pass a day without thinking about Key and his whining.

“You’re more than an idiot. Totally unbelievable, dumb and the dumbest of the dumbest-s! Selfish and self-centred, a scandal, shame on the mankind and more than that! You’re evil! You’re-“

“If you were sure of your decision, why did you tell us this now?” Minho promptly cut Jonghyun’s rant off cleverly, though the other male was still going on and on about the insults. Onew sighed, his face looking as though it had aged for a good five years.

He had asked himself this question as well before, the nights when he couldn’t sleep.

If he was so sure, that he didn’t want Key anymore, why is he regretting it now? He was so confident that he didn’t want Key at first, really sure that without Key, his life would be so much better and he would be free.

But instead of being free, Onew felt lost instead.

“I...I d-don’t know...”

Minho didn’t reply anything, but he took a deep breath. Onew buried his head with his large palms, his heart already sinking down to the ozone layer in the earth. “You’re everything that I’ve thought you weren’t. You can’t give a man his happiness; so why did you even be with him in the first place?!”

Jonghyun’s face was red, his eyes betraying his emotions even though his voice was holding back his anger. Onew peeked out from the slits of his fingers to study Jonghyun’s face guiltily, while Minho kept quiet.

Of course, he had forgotten. Jonghyun had loved Key as well, almost as much as Key loved Onew. From the first few weeks of knowing Key, Jonghyun had been already smitten by the fiery guy and Minho knows that well.

But Key could never see Jonghyun the way he saw Onew. It was clear since Key had said happily, “I’m so lucky to have you as my best friend!” to him. Jonghyun’s heart was crushed and buried, but he had never shown it on his face.

Best friends, was at least better than strangers, at least.

“I thought you could give him happiness, a smile on his face every day. And you just have to break his heart! You think this is a funny game?! To declare that you want to break up and then patch up again?!”

Onew shuffled nervously, and Minho reached out to rub Jonghyun’s back to soothe him. The blonde slapped his hand away angrily though, before he got up and prepared to leave. “You disappoint me, Lee Jinki. Do the right thing already! Give him the happiness that I can’t give, you fool!”

The last part was bit out bitterly, as though Jonghyun was choking back his tears as the door slammed hastily. Silence quaked the house, as Onew slowly let the words Jonghyun had said sink into him.

Minho sighed, as he got up as well. He didn’t need to say anything else more. Jonghyun had already made the impact to Onew, and the younger male didn’t want to stress the other male anymore. Onew was smart; he knew what he had to do in order to stop his insomnias.

The door opened again, before it was closed gently. Onew leant back onto the floor, words and images flooding his mind like a whirlwind.

“Wow, your cheeks are so round and soft! You shall be Tofu!”

“Yah, throw your dirty clothes into the basket! The floor’s not your cabinet!”

“Today, I’m going to make the number one dish in the world! Tofu stew!”

“Onew, you’re so adorable~ I really love you...”

His mind was only full of Key. Images of Key, things that reminded him of Key. Only solely of Kim Kibum; his adorable smirk whenever he saw something that he excelled at, his face whenever he laughed at jokes...

“...Jinki-yah... Don’t ever leave me... alright..?”

It felt as though Key’s fingers were laced together with his again, the invisible warmth flooding his heart immensely. The body warmth that came from Key’s body, the small puffs of warm breath that would touch his skin lightly as Key breathed.

“He can never love me the way he loves you. So please... Promise me that you’ll never make him cry.”

“Kibum only looks at you with those eyes. Eyes that look at you as a man he can trust his heart to. He calls me his best friend, a friend that he can trust his back to. The difference is big.”

“Don’t ever leave Kibum alone for a minute, alright? He loves being paid attention to, even though he yells at you to get away from his sight.”

“It’s his birthday today, isn’t it? Get him some roses or something romantic. He’ll love it!”

“Give him the happiness that I can’t give, you fool!”

Jonghyun had been so passionate about his love for Key, unlike how Onew was. Jonghyun was always a step ahead of him; he always knew where Key would be and how he would be feeling.

The seriousness of Jonghyun’s voice when he had asked Onew to give him happiness... And Onew had broken it. What a lousy hyung he was.

Warm liquid slid down Onew’s cheekbones, and it felt as though his skin was burning. But Onew didn’t lift his hand up to wipe the tears away.

If we can meet again, I'll won't let you get away - Part 2/2.

Maybe two is really better than one (2/2)

chyennified — Fri, 02 Apr 2010 05:13:29 GMT

Key wasn’t at his house.

Even though Onew didn’t know what he was going to say when he had seen Key, all he knew is that he should see Key again. His neighbours had said that they had never seen Key returning back home, except for late at night before leaving early in the morning again.

Even his designer teacher had said that Key had requested for a week off due to personal reasons. Onew’s heart twisted, as though someone was squeezing it. Where can Key be found at? Where else can he be?

A sudden click in his mind, and Onew flagged for a cab immediately. Maybe Key would be at that place. Maybe...

“Please take me to the Sajiko beach, and step on it! Thank you very much.”

It was at a small cliff that was hidden in the trail of forest area behind the beach. Jonghyun and Minho had never known about this place before, but Onew knew that Key loved that place.

Onew had unknowingly got himself lost while wandering around the forest area and stumbled upon this place at first. The view of the sea, the sound of the wind tickling the leaves hanging on the tree branches and the sound of waves crushing against the shores... Onew knew that Key would love it.

Therefore, Onew had brought Key there to confess to him. And Key did love it. Every time when they had quarrelled, Onew would usually find Key sitting there brooding. His heartbeat increased as he stepped out of the cab which had finally arrived at the beach.

The adrenaline pumping within him had nothing to do with him running across the beach, towards the direction of the forest. Key was waiting. Key needed him. His sweat had evaporated in the cold, as snow numbed his feet.

A trail up to the left tree which had its leaves curved into a heart shape, and up the stones before turning right and following the sound of the sea. Onew had the path etched within his heart, and he was reciting the way to the cliff mentally.

The snow had covered the tracks up, and it made his journey particularly difficult. But Onew didn’t waver. Key was waiting. Key. Key. Key.

Finally, a clump of bushes that surrounded a huge tree and behind the bushes was the cliff. Will Key be there? Onew took a deep breath. He carefully took a step, so as not to make a sound as he stepped onto the wet snow.

His gloved fingers slowly pulled the bushes aside, and sure enough, there was a figure sitting near the edge of the cliff. A figure, wearing a dark brown coat with fur and a black sling bag with some pink fluffy toy key chains hanging to it was sitting beside it.

It was Key, it definitely was him.

A flood of emotions rushed through Onew suddenly, and his mind went blank. What should he say when he see Key? How can he explain himself?

All the questions escaped him, as Onew’s legs suddenly moved forward. It was as though his legs had a mind of his own, and the rustle of leaves jolted Key.

Key’s eyes widened, but before he could say anything, Onew had engulfed him in a tight hug. Key was so cold; have he been sitting here for a long time already? Words was surging through his heart suddenly, as Onew felt like telling Key just everything he had thought off the few days.

How regretful he was, how dumb he was, how insane he must have been...

But no words left his mouth, as the silence translated the words that were burning in Onew’s heart for Key to listen to.

“I’m...not dreaming... Am I?” Key had choked out, and Onew felt his heart break even more. For making the male in front of him cry.

“...I’m sorry...”

Warmth slowly seeped through Onew’s left jacket’s sleeve, as Key hiccupped.

“…I hate you… I really hate you! I believed that you’ve actually loved me! How dare you… How can you do this to me?!” The voice didn’t portray the anger in Key’s words, but they sounded weak and frail.

“I’m really sorry… I-I shouldn’t have…”

“I hate you! You’re the worse… You pabo!”

Key’s fists, which had been beating Onew’s chest, had now curled up to grip onto Onew’s shirt.

He had missed this voice, this unique baritone voice that nagged at him to pick up his clothes, to carry shopping bags, to boss him about. Onew swallowed, as he pulled back from Key. The male looked, if it was possible, more beautiful than ever. Even as the wind messed his beautiful hair.

“...I was wrong... Maybe... two is really better than one.”

Key didn’t respond, but the tell tale smile on his lips was an enough answer for Onew to keep him going on. “I can’t live without you. I’m a fool, for wanting to leave your side. I can’t sleep, I can’t eat, and I’m dying without you. I’ve realized it only now, so will you be mine again?”

The beautiful male before him had tried to suppress his smile with a pout. “Maybe, if you’ll be my genie for the next three days. I’ve wasted more than a thousand brain cells thinking, and more than a thousand tears crying. It wouldn’t be this easy to win back my heart! I still hate you to the core!”

Onew smiled, his hand moving over to grab onto Key’s glove. “Three days, one week, a year, no matter how long it is, I’ll do it. I’ll be the one to fulfil your wishes and your love!” This time, Key couldn’t hold back his smile, his gloved wrapped hands squeezing the palm holding his.

“This is so troublesome. Onew-hyung owes me a year’s supply of chocolate for this!” Jonghyun grumbled noisily as he pouted. Minho rose his eyebrow at that comment, as Taemin replied back a ‘He’d be mad if he did that.’ to Jonghyun.

After they had seen Onew running up the forest, the three of them decided to stay at the cafe cabin near the beach instead of going up. They needed some time to themselves anyway. Minho sneaked a look to Taemin, who was sitting beside him.

He would definitely never leave Taemin, no matter how much money was paid to him. Even if he were to be forced, Minho wouldn’t leave Taemin. Hopefully after this lesson for Onew, Onew would realize these feelings for Key too.

Love was a possessive and complex thing after all.

Minho reached over to give a kiss to Taemin on the cheek suddenly, and the other male promptly blushed. Jonghyun stuck his tongue out before he turned another direction, obviously embarrassed after seeing the public display of affection.

Jonghyun...

Hopefully he would realize that someone was actually waiting for him, waiting to love him. And that someone’s really close to Jonghyun. Love’s blind, after all.

“Ah, there they are!”

Jonghyun pointed as there are two figures that walked off the trail with their hands linked. At least Onew had successfully saved his relationship. Minho glanced over at Jonghyun again. His smile was the same; sad but still satisfied and happy.

The same smile ever since he had found out that Key had loved Onew. Since last year.

Mm... Minho made a mental note to urge that someone to make a move already. As the figures got closer, they confirmed it as Onew and Key. And the two didn’t seem to notice about Minho, Jonghyun and Taemin outside the cabin.

“Let’s go get some hot chocolate and taiyaki!” Taemin cheered as Jonghyun insisted that he would be getting three extra taiyaki for his hard work. Minho dragged Taemin away, as his fingers texted that certain someone.

Aah... Santa better be stopping by with some presents for him and Taemin this year.

Did you know?
Those nights when you just can’t fall asleep,
It’s because you’re awake in someone else’s dreams.

The 14th Song (Yewon)

chyennified — Fri, 02 Apr 2010 04:49:53 GMT

Title: The 14th Song
Prompt: #23, Tears
Pairing: Yesung/Siwon
Rating: PG-13 (Angst)
Inspired by: Hands sealed by a kiss (The 14th Song) D-gray man
Type: Long oneshot
Summary: The piano is the only living and breathing instrument that can make Yesung's worries and sadness vanish, as the members never noticed him. Until someone stumbles upon Yesung while he was playing the piano, the very person that was a huge cause of Yesung's sorrow.

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Ding~

A melodic sound emitted from the piano, as Yesung pressed a key on the instrument. Each key had a different sound, from really low, to really high. His fingers changed, to the familiar keys to the tune of Sorry Sorry.

The melodic sound from the piano was different from the usual heavy beat of the song, as Yesung played out the intro of the song slowly with one hand.

Sound bounced off the walls of his room. There wasn’t anyone in the apartment. They had all gone out for a party, while Yesung stayed behind. They usually complained about Yesung’s loudness in playing the piano.

So now, he can play at the loudest volume for all he wanted, no one will scold him. He can play messily, messing up the notes and no one will say that he is annoying.

The first verse soon came up.

It was Siwon’s verse.

“Baraboneun noonbit sokeh, noonbit sokeh naneun machi,”

Yesung whispered the lyrics with each key he played softly. Who was Siwon thinking of, when he sung this line?

“Naneun micheo mwuheh holin nom”

Yesung cried a lot. Was that a weird thing? None of the Super Junior members really knew that he was actually really emotional. Yesung’s fingers trailed over the ivory keys of the piano slowly, careful not to press down onto the keys.

No one really knew if Yesung was moody or upset. It was his usual attitude to try to be calm and cool around the other members anyway. Sometimes it irked Manager-sshi, so Yesung had tried to be outgoing and funny.

Somehow it earned him the nickname of being dorky. There were 13 people that Leeteuk-hyung had to care for; it was hard to Leeteuk to notice Yesung’s sorrows and turmoil. Yesung could understand, burrowing himself in his room, claiming to the members that he had inspiration for a song.

That’s when he would play the piano while crying, letting the notes take away his sadness until he was tired.

Even though so, Yesung was thankful to Ryeowook and Leeteuk. At least they had bothered asking if there was anything wrong. Especially Ryeowook; he was very kind. If only Yesung could be someone more like Eunhyuk, so he wouldn’t give any trouble to Super Junior.

He couldn’t dance, he can only sing. But Kyuhyun’s already good in that, so what’s the use for him to be good in singing? Yesung could see the use for him in Super junior slowly diminishing. Worse still, he had fallen for Siwon.

Siwon was tall, athletic and he was an all rounder. Good in sports, singing, dancing, looks and entertaining. Almost a huge difference compared to Yesung.

Love like this was forbidden.

He shouldn’t have even thought of loving Siwon, let alone thinking that Siwon would accept him if he had confessed. Now it had only caused a huge gap between him and Siwon, and its killing him.

Was he really bewitched by someone? Yesung’s fingers stopped playing, just resting lightly on the keys.

He shouldn’t really think so much.

Like what Siwon said, he shouldn’t think so much. That kind of relationship couldn’t work anyway, what was the use of hanging onto it? Including the fact that Siwon was a strong believer of god. And he who sinned would be banished from the side of God.

Siwon wouldn’t want that.

And to be in this type of irregular relationship. He had already attempted to sin. It was natural that he would want to stop.

Siwon was a kind man as well. He had told Yesung not to cry.

But precisely, because Siwon had said that, Yesung cried twice the amount of tears he was suppose to let out only. His eyes had been sore for the rest of the day, and he tried to hide it by wearing sunglasses.

Only to get poked fun at by the members, naturally.

Yesung took a deep, shuddering breathe as his fingers moved to press the keys. Water droplets fell onto the ivory keys, but it didn’t deter the fingers that played a slow song. He really should stop crying already.

It was making his eye sore. It hurt his eyes, and it spoiled his image as well. What will the fans say?

Yesung closed his eyes, his fingers still dancing over the keys. He had played the piano ever since he was young, and the piano was a living and breathing instrument that Yesung can always count on.

“Soshite booya wa nemuri ni tsuita,”

His voice was shaky and airy, but Yesung managed sing the vocals that accompanied this piano piece. The ache in his heart was burning.

“Ikizuku haino nakano honowo, hitotsu futatsu to,”

The beautiful sounds that the piano had made were soothing. If only he could play the piano forever; he wouldn’t have to feel sad all the time.

“Ukabu fukurami itoshii yokogao, daichi ni taruru ikusen no,”

His fingers had pressed on the keys lightly, but heavily on the lower notes. The speed of the song wasn’t this slow, but Yesung continued to play it at the speed he was at. The door in the living room opened softly.

“Yume… Yume… Gin no hitomino yuragu yoruni,”

The chorus was coming soon, as the song became stronger. There was another presence in the silent Super Junior apartment, but Yesung didn’t take notice of it.

“Umare ochita kagayaku omae, ikuokuno toshi tsuki ga,”

Soft footsteps padded to the room Yesung was in, moving slowly. But the piano sounds blocked Yesung off from the world, the reality.

“Ikutsu, inoriwo tsuchi e kaeshitemo,”

The door to the room Yesung was in pushed open softly, and the sounds of the piano danced out of the room and into the ears of the person. A light gasp escaped his mouth, but Yesung didn’t hear it. His fingers rested heavily onto the keys, as the song picked up a new tune for the chorus.

“Watashi wa inori tsuzukeru, douka konokoni ai wo,”

Words that were foreign to Korean people traveled to the person’s ears, but he had understood them all. Studying several different languages did have its perks after all. The piano piece mixed and danced beautifully with the lyrics.

“Tsunaide te ni kiss wo,”

The last note was left off in a hauntingly high pitch, as Yesung let the note linger in the air while his voice resonated in the air. The person felt his hair stand on its end, as goose bumps appeared on his skin.

A few seconds of silence, before Yesung fingers danced again, letting the beautiful sounds sink into the atmosphere of the room.

“Watashi wa inori tsuzukeru, douka konokoni ai wo, Tsunaide te ni kiss wo,”

The last note resonated in the air again, as Yesung played the rest of the piano piece with his eyes closed. The tears slid down his face, and onto his lap as his feet pressed the steps on the piano.

The person breathed airily, before he closed the door slowly again.

This wasn’t… what he had expected to see. Neither it was what he had expected to hear; from the male that he thought was happy and dorky most of the time. Was there more than just the surface he had seen from Yesung?

Siwon’s legs trembled, as he slid onto the floor. The song never stopped; the beautiful tunes continuing to flood the house.

Did he really mean what he had said? That this love would be nothing but a sin to god. Siwon didn’t know an answer to that, for he felt his heart already moving out to the male in the room just across him.

What will God say to him? That he had sinned, for love with a same gender wasn’t allowed? God had taught him how to share his love, for love was boundless and everlasting. So will God understand that even so, this was still love?

Siwon continued to sit on the floor, as the song reached on and on into his heart.

Translation to the song;

And then the boy fell into a deep sleep.

One, then two flames grow inside the breathing ashes,
What rise and grow large are my beloved profiles.
Thousand of dreams, dreams that poured onto the earth,
On the night when silver eyes were trembling.
What came to be born was you; as you shined.

No matter how many times the ever-passing times
Return theprayers back down to Earth,
I will never cease to pray.

Oh please, show this child what love is.
Please give a kiss to his hands you hold.

I'll never lie to you, Onkey (1/2)

chyennified — Mon, 29 Mar 2010 12:28:22 GMT

Title: I'll never lie to you
Pairing: Onkey, slight 2min, one sided Jessica/Key
Warnings: Jessica bashing, though she gets better in the end :x
Rating: PG-13
Type: Oneshot
Summary: Bent on getting Key, Jessica had successfully destroyed the unique chemistry between Key and Onew. And Onew would not believe Key, no matter what he said, no matter how much he had cried.

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PART ONE.
if you lied, you have to swallow a thousand needles, alright?~

The door slammed close, and the loud quarrel gradually became louder. Jonghyun sat up, suspicious of the couple that came back. Did something happen? Minho and Taemin had poked their heads out of their rooms, curiosity burning in their eyes.

“I told you; I wasn’t flirting with her! She came onto me herself, and she just wouldn’t let go!” That voice was definitely Key’s. The footsteps got louder, and the slam of the shoe cabinet joined the quarrel.

Onew’s voice trembled with hidden rage, as his words were gritted out. “If I were to be blind, I would have been fooled. This isn’t the first time, Kim Kibum!”

“Why would I hit on a girl when I’m fucking gay?! She kept placing her dirty paws on me, and I can’t hit her stupid face due to the fact that she’s a singer too! It would arise more scandals!” The anger in Key’s voice hitched up a notch as well.

Onew scoffed, as he pushed the front door open with such a great force that the door banged on the wall behind it. Jonghyun looked startled. “Who knows? You were always Almighty Key. Acting might be just a piece of cake for you.”

The disbelief painted on Key’s face was unbelievable, and Jonghyun believed that his face was partially alike to Key’s as well. What exactly had happened, for Onew to speak such unforgivable and hurting words like this?

Onew seemed really pissed off as well, his usually happy and carefree face devoid of any emotions. Anger was boiling in his eyes, and his fists were clenched. Minho looked at Taemin, his face mirroring the seriousness in Taemin’s.

Key bit his lips, a tremble leaving his mouth.

Jonghyun could see how much the words had affected Key, as the other male looked down at his sock clad feet.

“So… You would rather believe that bitch, than me?”

“She had evidence. And this isn’t the first time already.” Onew tossed a photo out, and it landed on the floor open for anyone to see.

It was indeed a picture of Key, who had his eyes closed. His body was sprawled on a bed, his hair and clothes messed up. Jessica was beside him, her body molding with Key’s while her lips were on his.

Key’s eyes widened, while Jonghyun swallowed his gasp of shock.

“W-when…?!”

“When did this picture leak out? Finally realized you’ve did something wrong now, didn’t you? Save your excuses, Kim Kibum. From this moment, you’re not my boyfriend any longer!”

Onew spat out before he walked back straight into his room, slamming the door close. Key’s eyes were unfocused, his pupils trained on the picture. Jonghyun didn’t move, his eyes staring at Key.

His legs folded under him suddenly, and Key fell to the ground.

“How… When… Why…?”

Words tumbled out of Key’s mouth, as Jonghyun experienced another shock, along with Minho and Taemin. Tears were clearly falling out of Key’s eyes, as they slid down his cheekbones and onto the floor.

“Yobesaeyo? Jessica here.” The blonde haired girl drawled into her pink handphone while she examined her manicured nails. “What have you exactly done, you bitch!” An angry voice surged through the line, and Jessica recognized it as Key’s.

“What are you talking about, Key?” The ignorance in Jessica’s voice made Key even angrier. “Don’t give me that bullshit! That photo… That photo that you’ve passed to Onew! When did you take it!?”

Jessica pretended to think, tapping her nails on her head. “Oh! You meant that photo? The one where the both of us were sleeping together? Why, how could you forget it?” Apparently that was the last straw for Key.

“What do you mean, forget?! All I know, I’ve never done anything to you and your body! I didn’t even give you the key to my hotel room, and the next morning, you’re just beside me!” The anger in Key’s voice was positively high.

“Indeed so. But you weren’t willing to tell me, so I had to bribe my way to your room. I simply had to see you again.” The other girls that were with Jessica in the manicure parlor didn’t pay much attention to her conversation.

“What?! So you’ve entered my room without my permission, taken a false picture of both of us being together and sent it to Onew!? You’re destroying my relationship with him!”

Jessica smiled happily, looking at her new bracelet on her wrist. “Correct, Key. I’m destroying the relationship you have with him. Because I’m the only for you, and its wrong for you to be with him anyway.”

Hyoyeon looked over, her eyes scanning Jessica’s face. Every word that Jessica had said, she had heard it all. She wasn’t the only one, neither. Sooyoung looked aware as she was sitting beside Jessica.

“You’d better explain what happened to Onew, you bitch! I’ve said it before, and I’m repeating myself! I fucking hate your guts, and I don’t like one bit of you!” Key’s voice howled into the line, and there was a slight scuffle over the line. Jessica heard Jonghyun trying to calm Key down.

“All in due time, Key. You’ll learn to love me, in due time. Onew’s the one blinding you now. Without him blocking our way, we’ll soon be together.”

The line was cut off suddenly, as Jessica simply tucked her phone back into her pouch.

“You do realize, that what you’re doing is simply wrong, do you?” Hyoyeon spoke up, her face full of seriousness. Jessica tossed her an annoyed gaze. “Mind your business.”

Sunny came over, exclaiming over the wide range of colors on her nails, and the conversation was ended just like that. Sooyoung gave Hyoyeon a look, indicating that the conversation wasn’t over with Jessica yet.

Later.

Key was sobbing, the phone on the carpet. His head was buried within his palms as his fingers pulled on his multi colored hair. “What do I do now? Onew won’t believe me, and that stupid bitch. That bitch wouldn’t tell Onew the truth? Why?!”

Jonghyun looked lost, while he tried to stop Key from clawing his skin. He sent a pleading look to Minho, as Minho only pushed Taemin back to his room. Key wouldn't want Taemin to see his broken self; after all, a ‘mother’ must be strong in front of ‘her child’.

“Things would get better… The truth would come out soon!”

Key only shrieked louder at that, his howls of sadness and frustration getting louder. “It’s over. It’s already over between us! Nothing would get better!”

Onew curled up in his position on the bed, as Key’s loud screams echoed within his ears.

Was it really true, when Key said that Jessica was lying to him? Key wouldn’t kick up such a fuss if he was really in the wrong. Even Onew could tell what was acting, and what wasn’t. But Jessica had a photo to prove it.

It wasn’t the first time too. Most of the time when they were in the studio together, he would see Jessica beside Key, sticking to him like a sore thumb. The blonde girl would hang onto his arm, trying to do some skin ship for the snapping cameras.

Key would look irritated as well, trying to pull his arm away from the girl. But the camera man was there, so his looks of irritation would be occasionally replaced by a forced smile. Still… It could be an act too…

Onew buried his head within his folded arms.

It’s too confusing. What was actually happening? He had actually regretted it when he had exclaimed that their relationship was over. But what’s done was done.

i didn't lie to you, why would i lie to you?
if you didn't love a person that you've love,
what would really happen?
don't say that i've lied to you, life is hard;
there are some things that shouldn't be said.
- Telling lies, Yoga Lim

(Part two)

I'll never lie to you, Onkey (2/2)

chyennified — Mon, 29 Mar 2010 12:22:00 GMT

PART TWO.
i didn't lie to you, it was love that lied to you.
it brought you to me, lieing to me that wasn't any more hope for this relationship.
i didn't lie to you, wishing that you would be a happy bride,
so please forget all about me now.
- Telling lies, Yoga Lim

It had been a few days after the loud commotion.

And it was as though Key and Onew had grown older by a few years. Both of them were in a horrible slump, nothing could break the silent wall that had erected between the both of them. Onew would lock himself up in his room every day after any interviews or schedules, while Key would be out of the house.

“Please get this issue between the both of them settled soon. This can’t go on; it’s spoiling SHINee’s reputation. I’ll give you guys a week off.” Manager-hyung had commented to Minho, worry evident in his eyes even though his words had spelled a different meaning.

“Don’t worry hyung. We will do something.” Jonghyun had assured, while the two younger males had nodded, their eyes filled with uncertainty.

Onew looked haggard, his hair unkempt and messy. With an excuse that he wasn’t hungry, the male had been rejecting food from entering his body the past few days. His already thin body was growing frail, and his eyes were red and swollen while tear tracks were occasionally seen on his cheeks.

It was a rare chance for the members to see Onew out of his room, as the leader would only come out to use the toilet late in the night.

But Key was worse than Onew.

The male looked as though he had been suffering from depression, a total contrast from his usual prideful personality. His colorful locks were occasionally tangled in his fists, as Key would murmur ‘Why? Why?’ over and over again.

Not only that. To Jonghyun’s horror, Key had taken up to drinking to forget the sorrows twirling in his mind. Every day, Key would be so wasted that he would cry himself to sleep. And in the morning, Key would suffer a heavy hangover while he vomited in the toilet.

The male probably had drunk enough for his lungs to be comparable to a drunkard that had been drinking for a few years.

Occasionally, Key tries to get hold of Jessica, to demand her to explain to Onew the truth. But the selfish girl denied it all. “You can’t see that you belong to me yet. Don’t worry, I understand. I’ll give you a few more days to think it through.”

Bullshit.

Jonghyun sighed heavily, as the door swung open lazily.

As expected, Key was leaning sluggishly on the door frame, his face red and eyes closed. Manager-hyung was trying to pull Key into the house, and Jonghyun rushed to help him. “Take care of him. I’ve got to rush for another appointment. Aspirin’s in the cupboard.”

“Thank you, hyung.”

The door closed, while Minho helped Key onto the couch. “Taemin-ah… Go to sleep… We’ll settle this.” Jonghyun had tried to push the magnae into his room, but Taemin had denied so. “I’m a member of SHINee as well. I have every right to help Key! I want to help Key too!"

“Don’t be stubborn. Key wouldn’t want you to see him like this.”

“No! Key’s my precious hyung too! I want to help him! Don’t treat me like a five year old!”

Minho sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “…Taemin’s right. He isn’t a five year old anyway. Even though he’s the youngest, he does have every right to help…” Jonghyun looked hesitant.

“Ugh…” A small groan from the figure on the sofa had stirred their attention immediately, and they rushed to the couch. “Hyung. Are you alright?” Minho asked, while Jonghyun had gone off to take some water and a wet towel.

Key groaned once more, his hand going up to cover his eyes from the bright light in the living room. “Where…?” “You’re at home, hyung.” Taemin piped up from his position behind the couch. Key didn’t reply, his hands covering his eyes.

Jonghyun came back with the water and towel, as he replaced Key’s hands with the towel. “I’m getting tired of this…” A soft murmur slipped out from Key’s lips. Jonghyun, Minho and Taemin looked startled.

“I’m really tired of this. Crying, drinking, forgetting… I want to forget it all… Why must Jessica do this? Why can’t Jinki believe me…? Jinki…”

The tears started anew, Key’s shoulder’s shaking violently. Jonghyun immediately went to hug the other male. Minho looked towards Taemin, a look in his eyes.

Nothing’s going to be solved if they sit around here.

“Will it be okay?” Jonghyun asked while he balanced a basin of warm water. “Taemin and I will suffice. Take care of Key-hyung.” Minho buttoned his coat, as he gestured to the puking sounds coming from the bathroom.

Jonghyun looked uncertain, but he nodded his head anyway. “Alright… Call me if anything crops up.”

Minho nodded, as he exited the house along with Taemin. Jonghyun’s loud sigh as he comforted Key was the last thing he heard as he tucked his foot into his shoes.

SHINee was falling apart, and Minho couldn’t bear to see it any longer. The root of trouble came from somewhere else, and Minho swears that he’s going to fix it right. Taemin bit on his lips, his fingers playing with the hem of his jacket.

The trip to the SNSD dorms was silent, none of the boys willing to talk about the situation. Both were thinking on what they should say once they arrive, and it was tense. Finally they were outside the SNSD dorms, and Minho rang the doorbell without hesitation.

“Who is it?” Sooyoung’s voice emitted from the speakers, before she recognized the face standing before the door. “Ah, Minho!” The door was opened, and Minho muttered a small thank you as he entered along with Taemin.

The dorm was empty, and Minho felt a slight strand of panic going through him. What if Jessica wasn’t home? “What’s the motive for being here?” Sooyoung asked, still clad in her pajamas attire. Hyoyeon appeared from the kitchens as well, holding a cup of coffee.

“I’m looking for Jessica-noona. Is she in?”

Straight to the point would be good, Minho decided. Sooyoung and Hyoyeon looked at each other knowingly, their faces grim. Jessica herself entered the living room suddenly, dressed up as though she was prepared to go out.

“Noona, I need to talk to you.” Taemin and Minho stopped her naturally, and the blond girl looked at them. “Yes? Is there anything I can help you with?” Jessica had smiled, but Taemin had felt disgust at her smile.

“I’ll come straight to the point then. Please stop doing this to Key-hyung. You’re breaking him.”

Jessica looked slightly startled, as Hyoyeon and Sooyoung sat themselves carefully on the couch. “What do you mean? I’m just making sure that he knows that we actually belong to each other.” She looked miffed, as she dug for her makeup case.

“You may love him, but Key doesn’t. His heart belongs to another person. You’re actually destroying him rather than making him love you.” Minho gritted out, his anger peeking out from his usual calm attitude.

Taemin didn’t speak, his eyes staring straight at Jessica.

The blonde girl paused, her fingers on the clasp of her bag. “Destroying him? What’s happening?”

“Don’t you know? Now, hyung’s only drinking to make himself forget, waking up to suffer a heavy hangover and cry the whole day. He’s wasting his life; he’s destroying his body and stomach. Not only that, Onew-hyung is suffering as though. Everyone’s suffering, including SHINee, and the rest of the members. Just because of your selfish thoughts, everyone’s suffering!”

Taemin exclaimed suddenly, a sudden rush of emotions almost choking him. The blank look Jessica had on her face was really pissing him off, as Minho placed a comforting hand on Taemin’s.

“…Did he…really…?”

“Yes. He is. And he’s vomiting his lungs out now back in the dorms while trying to stop his tears and the headache at the same time. Enough is enough; he can’t go on like this. His body can’t take it. If you know what’s right to do, please do it.”

Jessica’s lower lip trembled, her fingers tightening on her bag. “I haven’t done anything wrong! If its anyone that got to do the right thing, b-blame Onew! He was the one that took Key away from me! Key and I were supposed to be together!”

Taemin was about to shout something really foul, his temper finally losing it when Minho squeezed his shoulder.

“You know, if you really loved Key-hyung, you would have realized what the best was for him. You would have understood his feelings, instead of wanting to possess him. You’re killing him by doing this. You would have accepted his decisions; you would have encouraged them instead of trying to destroy them.”

Minho spoke softly, his eyes never leaving Jessica’s.

“B-bu-“

“The decision is up to you. Key would never be happy if he were to be you. His happiness lies somewhere else. Please understand this. I hope you would do the right thing soon, if not I will not hesitate to force you to do it.”

Minho bowed lowly along with Taemin, before he thanked the other noonas in the room and leaving. The door was closed and the lock automatically slid into place, as silence filled the room.

Jessica didn’t move from his position, the words Minho had said sinking into her mind.

“Minho was right. If you truly loved someone, you would let them go to find their own happiness.” Sooyoung smiled lightly, as she got up to hug Jessica. “That’ right~! There are many other people that our pretty Jessica can hook up with. It may be just an obsessive crush you have with Key now.”

Hyoyeon grinned, the cup of coffee in her hands almost spilling as she swung her arms over Jessica’s shoulder with difficultly. The height difference was killing the mood! She pouted, while Sooyoung gasped at the coffee that was going to spill.

Jessica laughed at Hyoyeon’s face, as tears that she didn’t knew was falling dripped down her face.

Minho and Taemin had returned home to see Key sleeping on the couch while Jonghyun shushed them. “He had cried himself to sleep again. The pills must have taken effect.” Minho sighed mentally, hoping that what he had said would make Jessica rethink.

The day went on, while the SHINee members took turns to take care of Key and trying to convince Onew to eat his food. The door wouldn’t open, and the tray of food was left outside in the cold.

“Did hyung already smelt the burnt smell of the food that I’ve cooked, so he’s not opening the door?” Jonghyun joked uneasily, as Taemin smiled weakly while he examined the goop on the plate. “It is really burnt. You shouldn’t cook.”

“Insolent brat! Let’s see how well you fare if you cook!”

The door opened suddenly, interrupting the small childish bicker that Jonghyun and Taemin were having. Onew really looked older, but his eyes were filled with something other than sadness. There was hope and trust in them.

Minho felt a smile grew on his face slightly.

The leader had stumbled his way to the couch, before he had grabbed Key’s shoulder tightly. “Kibum… Key… I’m sorry… I’m really sorry…” Jonghyun immediately pushed Taemin into a room while he dragged Minho along, claiming to leave Onew and Key alone.

But Jonghyun had left the door ajar, his head peeking out just slightly to spy on them. Minho sweat dropped, while Taemin squeezed beside Jonghyun.

Key jerked awake, his eyes swollen and tired. “Uu..uh?” Onew didn’t let go, his face buried within Key’s shoulders. “I’m sorry… I’m really sorry… I should have trusted you…”

“…J…Jinki…?”

Key’s hands were trembling, as he held onto the body that was hugging him. It was really Onew, he wasn’t dreaming. Onew. Onew had talked to him! “You… You believed me?” Key’s voice was hesitant and small.

Onew sobbed, nodding his head. “I should have trusted you from the start. I shouldn’t have doubted you. I’m really sorry. I’m really sorry! I don’t deserve your love at all!” Trembling hands held onto Onew tightly, as tears fell from Key’s eyes again.

But strangely, Key’s face was weird. It was as though he was expressionless while he was trying to hold his tears back. His fingers gripped Onew’s crinkled shirt tightly, as though he couldn’t believe that the man that he had been grieving about was in front of him.

Minho breathed a sigh of relief, the heavy stone in his heart finally set free. Seems like Jessica had realized what was really happening in time. “Come on, let’s leave them alone.” Taemin protested softly, wanting to see what happened after all the hugging.

And a sudden sob that didn’t belong to Key and Onew passed their ears.

Minho and Taemin raised their eyebrow at Jonghyun, who was sniffing and wiping his nose with the sleeve of his shirt noisily. “It’s… so touching! Ugh!”

The night had passed, and the other three members of SHINee didn’t leave their rooms until morning arrived. And they found the couple on the sofa, their chest rhythmically moving as they breathed peacefully.

Tear streaks was visible on their face, but still, both of them were entwined together as though they didn’t want to let each other go. Jonghyun sniffled again, while Taemin sneaked off to grab a camera.

They did not wake up until late afternoon, which then they had laughed at each other’s swollen eyes. A good bath was taken, and Ryeowook-hyung had passed some soup and light food for them to eat. Jonghyun, the one that had sensed trouble, had dragged the two younger dongsaengs out of the door first.

Key and Onew then spent their time sitting on the balcony hugging each other to make up for the time lost. “Jessica was the one that called me and explained everything. She was really apologetic, saying that jealousy got into her way.”

Key pouted, resting his painful eyes onto Onew’s warm chest. “I don’t know. I hate her.” Onew smiled lightly, his fingers dancing on Key’s soft skin. “She promised that she will wish us happiness when she sees us again.”

A light sigh escaped Key’s mouth, before he coughed heavily. Onew immediately patted his back soothingly, worry and concern obvious in his eyes. “There’s one more thing, which you can promise me with, Key.”

“…?”

“Don’t ever drink again. I…I know that you drank to forget about this, and although I can’t assure you that we might not have fights again, I will promise you that I will look out more for you. I don’t want to see you destroying your body because of me; it hurts me to see you in pain…”

Key smiled, stifling his cough with his palm. “Pabo. I’m just coughing due to the excessive vomiting I had after heavily drinking these days. I will be fine soon. It wouldn’t be you trying to give into me only anyway, it would be the both of us. It takes two to work in a relationship.”

“…It was fights like this that made us grow closer… isn’t it?” Onew laughed, a wide and true smile finally stretching on his face. Key only rubbed his nose affectionately with Onew’s.

The door opened suddenly, and a sudden loud cough that sounded like someone choking on something was heard. “Ugh, get a room already. Not after Minho and Taemin!!” Jonghyun complained loudly, his face red while he stroked his neck soothingly. "I've just let water down the wrong pipe after I've seen this. I'll go blind if I see it again!"

Key and Onew laughed, before they kissed each other, obiviously ignoring the whinings of the lead singer in the the group.

“Bleach!! I need bleach!! I’ll reside in Changmin-hyung’s room! SOS!” Minho and Taemin laughed as well, as the door closed again, their fingers entwined.

Happy birthday to Tina!

chyennified — Fri, 26 Mar 2010 13:54:29 GMT

Title: Let's escape together
Pairing: 2min, Onkey, Crack!Jonghyun
Rating: PG-13
Type: Oneshot
Summary: Of singing in black high heeled shoes and Key's precious apron, Jonghyun dominates the living room while Onew tries to find his sanity under the pile of cushions on the couch. And Minho and Taemin? Of on a date, of course!

Title: Ramen power
Pairing: Khunyoung, ninja!Taecbeom
Rating: PG-13
Type: Oneshot
Summary: Somehow ending up having to cook lunch for the 2PM members, Wooyoung steams up a love that he had never realized in the form of Nickhun while Taecyeon battles with Changsung and Jaebum for his dried mangos.

A/N: Both are fanfics dedicated to almondsluber , as its her birthday today. to Tina, really sorry that i've submitted a late present to you. and one bad thing. both of the fics aren't complete! i've been trying to think up ways on how to complete the fics, but i've been really stuck nowadays. and yes, the 2min fic that i've promised you have been on the wrong track somehow. Minho's ~~a bit~~ on crack there. -.-u

So the extra 2PM fic is there. But its half done too. i somehow can't bring myself to complete any happy oneshots nowdays -.- do you like 2PM? i hope you do, esp Khunyoung! I'll finish a complete funny fic for your 2min again, i promise! or mabye i'll get to finish this two fics. but anyway, Happy birthday! :)

-

“Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh, I’m busy!”

Minho blinked, as he removed his shoes outside of the Shinee dorms. Who was that, singing Lady Gaga’s song? Not that Lady Gaga’s song was bad. At least that person that’s singing the song was actually screeching it with all he’s got due to the high tones in the song.

Minho felt touched. Just a little.

“GAHHHH, I DON’T CARE IF YOU’RE BUSY!! NO ONE’S TELEPHONING YOU!”

Another loud screech racked the house. Minho sighed, as he placed his shoe neatly on the rack. Now that’s normal. But strangely it seemed to sound like Onew screaming, instead of Key. What is the world coming to?

The end, that’s what. Minho shook his head to clear his thoughts violently. That’s right. He, Choi Minho, was the Flaming Charisma of Shinee. He got to think like how a flaming charisma guy from Shinee does too.

Yes, this is how the mature, fan-loving, sexy, tall, model like, lean but yet muscular and definitely handsome Minho thinks in his brain. Ya’all got to give him some space you know! Minho was quiet most of the time. You’ve got to understand where all the pent up words go around.

Around his brain thinking of random and weird things, that’s why. Minho wondered when he started to think like this. Was it after he had watched the link that Taecyeon-hyung had gave to him?

Nigahiga was funny though… And hyung had even subbed in the translations for him. Minho couldn’t refuse to watch that video. Poor him. Though the one with Peter Chao was really appalling.

“Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh, stop telephoning’ me!”

Minho’s hands rested on the door knob.

Should he open the door? Or should he take this chance to walk to some quaint cafe and drink some coffee first? But if Minho drinks coffee, he might not be able to sleep at night… And Nickhun-hyung will catch him online, along with Taecyeon-hyung who will probably be internet surfing…

Aish. No wait, he can always appear offline!

“THAT’S IT! IF YOU’RE NOT GONNA SHUT UP, I’M GOING TO GO SOMEWHERE THAT’S FREE OF TELEPHONES!!” A loud long shriek was let loose after this, and Minho could have sworn that it sounded like to Changmin-hyung when he was singing Mirotic.

Twisting the knob first, Minho pushed the door open forcefully. And he felt the door hit something. Or someone, perhaps. “Owwwww!!” Minho peeked behind the door, and Key was crumpled on the floor while he clutched his nose.

“Mianhae, hyung! I didn’t know that you were behind the door!” Minho was apologetic, and he did try to help Key up. But the other male seemed totally pissed off, as he slapped Minho’s helping hand away.

Muttering something under his breath, Key stomped back to his room while holding onto his nose. Minho stared at his retreating back, before he turned to access to the situation at hand. Strangely, Onew was nowhere to be found…

Hold on.

He just spotted Onew’s butt sticking out from the pile of cushions and soft toys from the couch, and the leader didn’t seem to be willing to come out from the mountain.

No, Minho doesn’t stare at Onew’s butt. It just so happened that Onew was wearing his favorite blue, polka dotted gaudy shorts at that moment. And Minho was certain enough that no other member in Shinee would bear to buy a pair alike to Onew’s and prance around in it.

The only member left unmentioned in the living room, had apparently gone mad.

He was prancing around with Key’s pink apron, black studded leather jacket along and sunglasses. A British flag printed headband was on his head, messing with his faux blond hair. And that long, black glossy boots that he was wearing.

Oh. My. Gaaaaaaaaawd.

Minho was officially speechless. Even though he didn’t talk a lot, he was still speechless.

At least he could understand Key’s feelings. It must have been horror seeing Jonghyun wearing his beloved clothes while trying to dance like Lady Gaga.

“Cause I’m out in the club and I’m sippin’ that bub and you’re not gonna reach my telephone!!”

Jonghyun bent backwards, as his fingers swung wildly around his body. Onew started screeching wildly at that, fingers popping out to force more pillows in the pile. “SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!”

Minho turned backwards, opened the door, and left the Shinee household.

“Hyung? Where are you going? Manager-hyung said there weren’t any more schedules after this!” Taemin looked curious, standing outside the door. Minho stared at him for a moment. “Let’s go out and catch a movie.”

“Eah?”

Well… This certainly wasn’t planned for. Minho sneaked a peek at the male beside him. Taemin was staring at his phone, reading something intently. A mail perhaps. Minho looked back to the road straight ahead of him.

It wouldn’t be surprising to say that he was in love with Taemin, would it?

Yes, of course it would. I mean, the whole world, except for Onew knows that. Or maybe not the whole world. Nickhun-hyung would log onto his windows live messenger now and demand answers while Jaebum-hyung would try to insert words like thongs and nipples into the Thai-prince’s typing.

Onew would probably be the last to know.

“Hyung, look out!”

Wha-

‘!!$#$^@$%!!!’

Minho clutched his head painfully while he crouched on the road. Explosions were exploding in his heads, along with colorful words and firecrackers. He was the flaming charisma after all.

“Hyung, are you alright? You shouldn’t daydream while walking!!” Taemin’s voice floated to his ear, as he felt hands try to pry his hands apart to survey the damage done to his head…

Taemin’s hands were really soft though. The way how he tried to pull his hand apart was so adorable! Minho mentally snickered.

Taemin.

Hold on. Taemin’s fingers.

Taemin was beside him.

And Taemin saw it.

All.

The flaming charisma, Choi Minho, is no more! In the eyes of his beloved! Was this Onew’s powerful and evil revenge? Did Onew suspect that Minho had thought that he was slow, so he made that pole appear magically in front of Minho?

Mianhae, Onew-hyung!

Minho mentally bowed down to a blown up sized tofu. “Hyung!! Earth to Hyung!! Gosh, he’s not reacting! Should I call an ambulance?” A panicked voice penetrated into Minho’s inner mind suddenly.

Oh yes, Minho was still outside in the public. Not in the confines of his blanket. The taller male immediately opened his eyes and removed his fingers. Taemin’s face sharpened into view.

Gosh, that adorable face was more adorable when he just blinked at him with his large eyes…

“Owch!” Okay, that sudden whap on the head hurt. Minho blinked once, and twice again. Taemin looked desperate, and he raised his hand. “W-why are you hitting me?” “Hyung! You’re back!!”

Taemin hugged him immediately, and Minho looked startled. This must be a dream. Flaming charisma, come back!!

“You had me worried, hyung! You didn’t react back for a moment

So how did Wooyoung end up in the kitchen again?

The adorable boy tilted his head, scrunching up his features as he tried to think back. He was sitting outside on the floor just a while ago, hugging the white bear while he watched the television with Junsu-hyung.

And then…

Uh…

Oh yeah! Jaebeom-hyung’s stomach growled! The short grandpa had been complaining about it, defending himself against Taecyeon’s accuse that he can never be hungry after finishing the whole packet of dried mangos.

Changsung joined in the accusing half a second later, pointing fingers while waving the empty packet wildly. Junho’s cries of “Sugar is falling out of the packet! Stop shaking it about! I’m the one that’s got to clean up the living room!” was pointedly ignored, as dried mangos were much more favored.

Wooyoung didn’t really react to Jaebum, as he had eaten some dried mangos himself and his stomach was filled with the quota of mangos for the day.

Somehow, the topic was changed to Jaebeom cooking lunch for the whole group as punishment. And the leader, of course, wriggled out of the duty sneakily. Wooyoung didn’t really know how, but all he knew that the duty of cooking lunch was suddenly the penalty for a game.

And 2PM sat together in a circle, to play a game, which will determine their fate.

“Harto, lobu, harto, lobu, harto lobu game!”

Changsung had thought that it would be fun to play this game, already planning how to push the duty to. Nickhun was especially confident; he had played this ‘Heart Love’ game before.

The TV was really exciting then! The lady, who had been marinating the chicken wings, is going to fry them now! And Taecyeon’s head was blocking the magnificent view of those chickens. So Wooyoung stretched his neck, trying to peek at the television.

“Junho, Junho, Junho, hart! Wooyoung, one!”

Argh! Taecyeon’s just too tall! Grow shorter! Wooyoung pouted heavily, his eye twitching. And all of a sudden, laughter was broken out from all corners as the members rolled on the floor twitching. “What? What had happened? “

“You’ve lost the game! You’ve got to cook now! Kekekeke.”

After that sentence, the members immediately jumped back to what they were doing before the growl of Jaebum’s stomach. “I want some fish, Woodongie!” “Dukbokki!” “How about cold noodles? It’s pretty hot lately…”

Orders were popping out from left and right, and Wooyoung found himself being pushed to the kitchen. And Junsu’s gleeful face had smiled cheekily at him. “Remember to add lots of carrots! Jaebeom-hyung won’t touch them like this!”

“YAH!!”

The door closed shut, and Wooyoung stared blankly at it.

So that's it. He had been staring at the door for five minutes already. He was supposed to start cooking! Although he didn’t really know why… But he should start anyway.

What should he cook?

Wooyoung walked over to the fridge and peeked inside. There was a range of food; cheese, shrimps, eggs, mushrooms, tomatoes, meat… Manager-hyung must have restocked on the fridge. There were many different types of fizzy drinks as well.

The door opened suddenly, and Wooyoung looked up. Nickhun walked in, his handsome and adorable face scrunched in up a smile. “Thought I’d help you… It must be hard to cook alone.”

“Well… So long as it isn’t Changsung…” A smile curved on Wooyoung’s face. Nickhun looked a little dazed for a moment, strangely, before he had coughed and looked away. “So…uh… What are you going to cook?”

“Hmm... I don’t want any noodles or soup… Maybe rice?” Nickhun’s eyes immediately lit up like how Jaebeom-hyung’s eyes would when they spy something he liked. “Fried rice! Thai fried rice!”

Thai fried rice?

Wooyoung titled his head questioningly. “Umm, it's a dish that has many ingredients with rice stir-fried together… It’s really tasty!” “Alright, let’s make it!” Even though Wooyoung didn’t have the faintest idea of what Nickhun had just explained, it sounded good anyway.

The Thai prince seemed really excited and happy anyway! Wooyoung felt a smile blossom on his mouth as Nickhun started to babble on what ingredients to use and how to cook it. “We’ll definitely use meat! And no fish; if Taecyeon wants that he got to cook it himself. And…”

Nickhun’s definitely handsome. Wooyoung took a deeper notice of that fact now. He had a heart shaped face (albeit a little small…) with big eyes that glow. That’s why JYP-hyung always demands for his winks!

His nose is perfect as well, and his teeth are really neat. His lips were full, but not overly thick. At least he could understand why Junsu was so bitter whenever Nickhun’s looks was mentioned. Among all of the group members, the fans prefer Nickhun as well.

At least Wooyoung could understand the biasness the writer of the show and Boom had showed to Nickhun. Nickhun’s face was free of pimple as well… Wooyoung blinked.

“GYAHHH!!”

“You were staring at me with such an intent gaze! I just had to find out why!” Nickhun defended himself while he straightened his back again. Wooyoung pouted unhappily as he shuffled away to take out the wok and bowls.

But Nickhun’s looks had been intensified when he had bent down to stare at Wooyoung just now. Unfortunately.

Nickhun’s arms were full of the ingredients that he had found in the fridge, and he placed them on the table slowly. “Right, I’ll go wash and cook the rice. Slice the meat and the tomatoes meanwhile!” Wooyoung looked apprehensive, as he approached the cutting board.

“…Okay…”

Nickhun gave one last glance to Wooyoung, making sure that he knew what to do before moving on to fill the pot of rice with water. Only to look back at Wooyoung a minute later.

“Aahh! Ouch! Oooh!”

Nickhun raised his eyebrow. “What’s all that side effects for?!” Wooyoung looked up, his face scrunched up while the knife that he was holding was stabbed right in the middle of the chicken piece.

“The chicken must have felt so much pain when I’ve cut it! So I’m trying to lessen its pain by helping it to express its pain!”

Nickhun wanted to laugh at Wooyoung’s logic. The boy had always been too cute for his own good. But the seriousness of the adorable boy made Nickhun held his laughter back, if not Wooyoung would start his whining again.

Taecyeon peeked sneakily above his laptop; his glasses rimmed eyes shooting suspicious looks to Jaebeom. The other male was sprawled on the chair across him, his concentration all placed on the hand phone between his hands.

Changsung was on the floor, reading a Korean book that he had picked from Nickhun’s desk. The silence was killing Taecyeon.

With Jaebeom, there wouldn’t be silence.

If there was silence, it means that that the scheming male must be thinking of something horrible.

Taecyeon glared at Jaebeom again. Darn it!

“Are you planning something!?” Jaebeom looked up, his expression written full of boredom. Since Taecyeon had actually spoken that sentence in English, it was definitely for him. Changmin looked curious, but he returned to his book quickly.

“Nothing. What’s wrong?”

Telephone

chyennified — Sat, 20 Mar 2010 15:20:56 GMT

Title: Telephone
Pairing: Yunjae, Yoosu, Henwook. Ninja! Kangteuk, Hanchul.
Rating: PG-15. or something like that. Its lady gaga's video this fic's based on after all.
Type: Long oneshot

Summary: Yunho meant it when he told Jaejoong that no one would bother him. And when Jaejoong's upset and bothered by people making prank calls to him, Yunho calls up his trusty friend to assist him in getting rid of the people that dared to bother his Jaejoong. Leeteuk enters, along with his group of skilled murderers, Super Junior.

A/N: The fanfic original idea didn't turn out to be this. It was actually on how Jaejoong was annoyed with random people calling him, instead of the person that he wanted to hear from. But somehow it turned out to be this... -tilts head curiously-

Credits: nautisch for coming up w the original idea/plot. Lady Gaga & Beyonce for the video on their newest hit, Telephone.

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“Oh please, just stop calling me! You’re sickening!” Jaejoong rolled his eyes while he shut his phone close, effectively ending the call on line.

Changmin didn’t flinch, picking out the beans in his multi-layered-deluxe-special sandwich. He didn’t feel like mixing beans with his mashed eggs today. “Another one?” Yoochun casually asked, flipping the magazine in his lap.

Jaejoong sighed, sliding his phone carelessly across the smooth marble surface of the table. “You wouldn’t know. It's the sixteenth time since yesterday. I’m losing my sleep due to this crap!” Yoochun whistled. “Oh, Junsu would love this! I should write it down!”

Jaejoong’s eye twitched and he turned away from Yoochun who was currently penning down the page on the magazine. “Don’t look at me, hyung.” Changmin spoke idly, trying to force out the little pea at the corner of the sandwich with his toothpick.

“It’s plain annoying! I don’t want to go all the trouble of changing my phone number again this month! How did those annoying fuckers get hold of my number?!”

Jaejoong slammed a fist on the table angrily, and the pea jerked a little in the sandwich. Changmin pouted, but he resumed prodding it again.

“Relax hyung. Maybe they are just doing this to annoy you. You should know that it comes along the package of being Jung Yunho’s boyfriend.”

“I know… But I didn’t expect it to be so stressful. I am even sick of just seeing my phone now.” Jaejoong murmured tiredly, burying his face within his folded arms on the table. Changmin’s eyes flickered to Jaejoong for a minute, before it turned back to the pea again.

“Don’t worry too much, hyung. Yunho will take care of them eventually. Now, would you mind banging the table with your fist again? The pea just wouldn’t move, and I can’t eat the sandwich because of it!”

Jaejoong grumbled, something like a ‘Do it yourself’, his face still buried within his arms. His shoulders were lax and sluggish, and his usually straightened back was slouched. Changmin’s eyes rolled over them.

The toothpick in his hands that was poking the pea lightly suddenly stabbed into the pea, effectively splitting the core, but not splitting it entirely so that it was dropping off.

“Don’t worry hyung…”

Yunho opened the door that led him towards the built in cafe later, the bells ringing. “I’m back! How’s my darling Boojae?” He turned to look at Yoochun, but the other male was talking to Junsu on the phone.

“Aw, you know that I always love you, Susu-yah!”

Ugh, that was plain disgusting. Was he like that whenever he talked to Jaejoong on the phone as well? Yunho stuck his tongue out childishly at Yoochun before he turned to his left. Changmin was sitting at the tables, sipping his caffeine drink elegantly.

And there he was! His Boojae! On the chair beside Changmin… sleeping?

“What happened?” Yunho questioned, concern lacing in his voice as he walked over to Jaejoong. Changmin only looks up at Yunho thoughtfully, placing the cup on the table, his finger accidentally hitting the marble surface first.

“I don’t know hyung. I guess he was really tired.”

Sighing, Yunho gave a light kiss to Jaejoong on his cheek. “It must be uncomfortable for him to sleep like this. I’ll put him at our bedroom first.” Yunho slowly lifted Jaejoong’s light body up, carefully balancing his head on his arm.

He then walked up the stairs, ignoring Changmin who had his hands around his throat, pretending to throw up at the sight.

Opening the door with his foot was particularly hard, but Yunho managed to do it. Revealing the spacious room with a queen bed in the middle. Yunho laid Jaejoong on the bed, surprised that the other male didn’t even flinch.

He must have been really tired, or stressed out by something.

Yunho’s hands swept Jaejoong’s long bangs away from his face, staring intently at the beauty before him. “Have a good sleep, my love.” With a final kiss on the forehead, Yunho left the room. Changmin had already prepared the list, while Yoochun fingered with the phone.

“So the situation’s this bad?” Yunho rubbed his chin, while Changmin stared at his reflection on the table. “Those people never learn, even after you had almost killed a person by just punching them.” Yunho chuckled lightly at Changmin’s remark.

“We’ll just have to show them that we really mean what we said, don’t we?”

Yoochun only smirked, as Junsu chipped in an excited ‘Of course!’ his eu-kyang-kyang laughter crackling over the line.

“Hankyung’s on the line for Henry Lau.”

The monotone voice crackled over the system, but no one paid attention to it. The brawl that was happening then was much more interesting.

“Give it to him!”

“Get him! Yeah, kick him!”

Henry rolled his eyes before he walked away from the cafeteria. Fights like this happened almost every day, and it was pretty boring by now already. Picking up the phone located at the side, Henry waited for Hankyung’s reply.

The conversation ended pretty soon, and Henry left the phone hanging by the cord before walking away to prepare himself.

Junsu, now cuddling on Yoochun’s lap, snapped his phone shut. “Contacted him already, darling?” Yoochun spoke, his hand resting on Junsu’s leg. “He’s already on the move.” Junsu smiled cheekily, before he swatted Yoochun’s hand away.

Yunho smiled, obviously satisfied. “Good. I’ve gathered information that they would be gathering at a joint today. Get Leeteuk to hurry up.” His hands tore the paper on the table mercilessly, the names written on the paper torn up into shreds.

“Aye, boss.”

Changmin looked at the torn paper, before he looked at the staircase leading up to Yunho’s and Jaejoong’s room. “Want a sandwich, anyone?” A wicked grin grew on Changmin’s lips.

Henry walked out, dressed in clothes that first stepped into the jailhouse with. The guard scoffed at him, as he locked the doors leading the way out.

“It’s your lucky day. Some idiot bailed you out.”

Henry didn’t react to that comment, his sunglasses fixed on his nose as he strutted out slowly. The guard at the table stared at him before he opened the door out the checkout without a care.

The sunlight was bright and hot. Henry walked out of the jailhouse, and the gates opened for him. “You’ll be back soon.” The officer standing on guard jeered.

A yellow Porsche 911 with red flames licking around it was waiting outside, and Henry entered the car without any reaction to the officer’s words.

“You sure took your time, Henli. We need to hurry up, Yunho’s impatient.” Hankyung sneered, as he offered the latter bread. It was taken away from a nearby diner’s; the diner’s name printed transparent packaging.

Henry removed his glasses, as he opened his mouth to bite onto the bread harshly. Hankyung jerked the bread off, tearing it away from the part bitten by Henry. “Step on it already, then.”

Hankyung tossed the bread out of the car carelessly, ignoring the fact that they were still in front of the jail house. The Porsche took off at high speed, and the guard didn’t even spare it a glance.

“So we’re going do it?” Henry commented, watching the surroundings flash past him with a bored expression. Hankyung murmured a positive reply, his black hair tickling his studs on his ear. “Yunho will be mailing Leeteuk-hyung the details later. It’s going to be big.”

Henry chuckled happily, as he dug out his belongings that were stashed at the back of the seat. “Beautiful. How’s my Wookie doing?” Hankyung laughed, as he steered the car away from the city lane. “Fine, as always. He would be lending us a hand on the job later.”

Henry nodded his head happily, his innocent face a huge difference from what his heart was burning to do now. “We will get details on where to meet the others once the job’s done, so let’s get to it.”

“Jaejoong still isn’t awake?” Junsu asked while he flipped the magazine Yoochun had been reading just a while ago. Yunho shook his head. “He must be really stressed out by the calls. They had been bugging him for the past few days, even at night.” Changmin piped in.

“They wouldn't be bothering him after today.” Yunho chuckled, as he walked towards the bar to fix himself something. Yoochun snickered at that sentence, propping his feet on the coffee table.

“Dead man can’t pick up a phone to bother him, can’t they?” Changmin agreed, while he stirred his second cup of coffee. “They are just jumping into the hole they’ve dug. Hiding in a diner in at isolated corner, they’ve done all of them just to avoid meeting Yunho. But that makes our job much easier anyway.”

Henry pushed the door to the diner’s. There were other patrons in it, smoking and drinking in daylight. And Henry already spotted some of the target’s faces in the bar. Hankyung would be infiltrating the kitchens now.

“May I sit with you?” A coy smile fixed on his face, Henry rested his weight on his left leg. He was blatantly showing his ass to the target, and he could tell that the target liked it. Without waiting for a reply, Henry sat down on the empty seat opposite the male.

His low v neck shirt showed his lithe figure off beautifully, and Henry purposely bent down a little, flashing a little of his chest to the disgusting male opposite him. The way how the target’s disgusting eyes that crawled over, Henry hated it.

His body was only for Ryeowook to stare at. Ugh. Unfortunately it’s all for the sake of the job.

“Where have you been, bitch?” The coarse voice disgusted Henry, as the other male stood up suddenly. He went towards the bar; purposely taking the box of cigarettes that belonged to another patron.

The patron stood up, shock evident on his face. But his target only pushed the patron away. “What the fuck’s your problem?!” His target gave Henry a look, before he walked back to the seat.

Disgusting. Showing off was a total turn off for Henry. His fingers dug his pocket, and he fished out a small crystal bottle with blue liquid in it. Dumping the entire content in the coffee that his target had ordered, Henry disposed the bottle quickly while a small smile crawled on his face.

His target gave a slap to a woman’s butt, and she gave him an annoyed glare. Henry’s face was expressionless, as his patron finally returned to his seat and took a deep gulp of his coffee.

Poor him.

Ryeowook was especially possessive about what’s his, so that poison that Henry had poured in his coffee might have been tainted with something more concentrated. Oh well, he wasn’t defying Ryeowook’s orders anyway.

His beloved boyfriend did instruct him to pour that poison into anyone that dared to do anything to upset him. And he made sure to drill that into Henry’s mind… and body. A small smirk curled on Henry’s lips again, but he suppressed it.

The target coughed, almost choking on the black coffee. He placed the cup down on the table, the coughs never stopping.

“So how are you people planning to finish them off?” Yunho spoke into the phone while he typed something on his laptop. “We’re at a diner’s. Ryeowook’s intending for mass homicide by poisoning.” Leeteuk commented, as though he was talking about the weather.

“Aah. That’s a nice idea. Changmin’s been particularly picky about his sandwiches today as well.” The magnae immediately protested, while trying to pick out the corn out of his tuna sandwich.

Leeteuk laughed, his unique laughter ringing through the line. Kangin’s voice suddenly was heard booming from the speaker, demanding Leeteuk to stop talking to whoever that person was on the phone.

Hankyung left the cook and the waitress lying on the ground, not even bothering to hide them somewhere. Luckily for him, the food had been laid out on the plates already. It had clips of paper attached to it, indicating which table it had belonged to.

What a neat diner.

It just needed a little more preparation.

Hankyung opened the bottle of sauce on the table, and he dug his pocket. Aah, there it was. The concentrated poison that Eunhyuk had packed for him. Leeteuk had told him, no mercy. Hankyung thought for a moment, before he emptied the whole bottle of poison into the sauce bottle.

The liquid mixed beautifully with the sauce, and Hankyung shook the bottle to make sure that it had been thoroughly mixed. Next was the food, and Hankyung dug out another bottle full of little crystallized solution.

He sprinkled almost half of the bottle on the food.

Finally, it’s ready.

Hankyung smirked, before he plucked out the chef’s hat from the male on the floor. If he was going to kill, he should do it in a fancier way! Heechul would stab him with his mirror if he didn’t anyway.

Walking out of the kitchens with the plate of food and sauce balanced on his hand, Hankyung distributed the food out. He saw Henry, sitting with one of the targets. The other targets were around the bar as well, but they haven’t gathered for their discussion yet.

Perfect.

Though oddly, the target that Henry was sitting with seemed to be choking on his breath. He must have done something wrong to upset Henry then. Hankyung tutted him under his breath, as he passed a plate of rice with a club sandwich to him.

The special sauce was placed on the table, and Henry took it. But the target immediately snatched it out of Henry’s hands, muttering a ‘Bitch’ under his breath while he poured a good large amount of it on his rice. Henry didn’t snap at the male for snatching the bottle, but he stared at him.

The target took a bite of the rice and he chewed loudly.

But he coughed again, this time louder as he clutched his throat. He grabbed the coffee and he swallowed the whole cup. And it didn’t help in his coughing at all, the color in his face seemingly drained.

The target growled, and he took a huge bite out of his sandwich. And the coughing got worse. Henry looked at the clock on the wall. It should be any time now.

The target choked on his food, clutching and clawing at his throat. He tried to say something, but his eye rolled upwards and he fell face first on the plate of sandwich. Henry scoffed at him, as he took his sunglasses out to slip them on.

“Die again in hell, you disgusting motherfucker.”

Hankyung removed the chef’s hat, as he took out his glasses as well.

Patrons in the diner have suddenly started coughing, including the targets. People started to choke, wheeze and gasp for air. One by one, their eyes rolled backwards, as they fell onto the table, foam coming out of their mouth.

Henry smirked, while Hankyung motioned for him to get into the car. There were cars coming near the diner, and they needed to leave quickly. “Idiots.” After a well deserved kick to the male that he was sitting with, Henry left, the bells ringing when the door was pushed open.

“Hey, look at this!” Jungsu piped up suddenly, as the show he was watching was interrupted by a sudden news alert.

An exited and panicked news reporter appeared on the screen. “Here’s a sudden news report of what it appears to be a mass homicide. Officers are now checking the place for any clues that will lead them to the culprits.”

Yoochun whistled, while Yunho dialed up Leeteuk’s number, satisfaction painted on his face. “Job well done. Where will you be going now?” “I don’t know. Somewhere far, far away from here, probably. We need somewhere new anyway.”

“Alright. You know what to do if you need my help.”

“Sure thing.”

The line cut, as the screen showed medical officers carrying the poisoned victims on stretchers. And Yunho spotted every one of the annoying buggers that had been bothering his Jaejoong.

That’s what they get, for upsetting Jaejoong. Yunho scoffed, and Junsu changed the channel. There were light thudding sounds, and Jaejoong appeared at the stairs. “Uhh… Yunnie…?”

With a smile on his face, Yunho walked up to his Boojae. “Yes? Did you have a good sleep?” Jaejoong nodded, yawning loudly. “You must have been tired… No one will bother you after this, my darling Joongie.”

Jaejoong, though unsure of whatever was happening, only nodded his head. Well… Yunho would protect him from anything alright. “Well, I’m hungry now. Any special requests for dinner?” Jaejoong gave a light kiss to Yunho before walking to the bar.

Changmin looked thoughtful for a moment.

“Sandwiches!”

“You can’t have sandwiches for dinner! I’ll cook spicy rice cake.”

The car ride down the road was silent, as Hankyung adjusted the glasses on his nose while zipping the black jacket that wrapped around him with one hand. “Ryeowook is dying to see you again ever since you’ve got yourself locked up, Henli-yah.”

Henry chuckled, wearing a cap on his head. “I’m waiting for him. Leeteuk-hyung did say that we’re moving off to somewhere far.”

“Wookie would be so proud to see you coming back to him.”

“Heechul would kill you for not burning that woman’s yellow heels. You know how he hates them.”

“He tries to kill me every day anyway. It wouldn’t make a difference.” Hankyung ended the matter offhandedly, while he plugged in an earplug to contact Leeteuk.

. The leader would be so proud of them due to the flawless job.

Job well done, indeed.