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the things we live to love ; hoik/kimchi

mywookness — Mon, 24 Sep 2012 04:04:10 GMT

the things we live to love
hoik/kimchi
angst ; pg-13
prompt: “Music plays a huge role in my life. It is music that helps me to endure ... well ... everything there is to endure.”
yehyanggi doesn't even need to ask

Yehyanggi doesn’t have to ask Sangsoo-hyung where Hoik is. They all know where he’ll be. He shrugs on his coat and he walks through the snow-covered streets, his head low and his face covered.

SEOULFULNESS

seoulfulness — Sun, 01 Jul 2012 00:07:02 GMT

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Why Nuzzling is Dangerous Business

tehhilz — Sat, 17 Mar 2012 04:40:23 GMT

Title: Why Nuzzling is Dangerous Business
Author: tehhilz
Rating: PG
Pairing/Character: Aoora/Woosang
Summary: Nuzzling your friend's hair isn't always the best idea. Especially when you have a new lip ring.

A/N: I wrote this in Facebook comments for my friend while tipsy and being asked if Aoora's lip ring rumor is true.This is also the first Double A fic I have written, so I hope you enjoy. I can pretty much only write crack. AO3 link.

“You’re too warm.”
Aoora rolled his eyes, nuzzling into the black hair just to spite him. “You just want to complain about something. If you can complain, then you can finish writing out your routine.”
Of course Woosang was working on the routine, that was the whole reason Aoora was aloud to invade his personal space for this long already. His stool allowed him to be at the perfect height to nuzzle Woosang’s hair and get away with the excuse of looking over his shoulder. He circled his new lip ring, thinking about adding another choreography to his workload, teeth clicking with every pass.
“Seriously, stop that Aoora.”
“It’s not that warm. Just take off your cardigan.”
“No, you spinning your lip ring. It’s distracting.”
Aoora could feel Woosang tensing, shuffling his papers. “You aren’t taking a break yet, I’m comfortable. And I am not spinning it.”
“Yes you are, now move.” Woosang stood up, pushing him back and Aoora jumped up, a feeling of pain shooting through his lip. He pulled on Woosang’s hair, forcing his head back to release the pressure.
“I’m caught on you!”
Five inches had never seemed so significant before, not that he had ever attached his face to someone’s head before either. “Undo me Woo.”
“I don’t have eyes in the back of my head. Just move it back around.”
One hand stayed in Woosang’s hair, there was just too much at risk if his friend stood back up, and the other tried rotating the ring forward. His mouth twitched involuntarily, a feeling he would be happy to never feel again, and he clenched his teeth at the pain that traveled down his neck to his stomach.
“I can’t, I think I ripped it a bit when you stood. Can’t you get your untangled, I can’t do it one handed.”
Woosang clearly wasn’t too thrilled about that idea, though soon two hands came into Aoora’s sight, and were soon patting his face and working their way down. Chills traveled along after the fingers, down his cheeks, tracking his lips and Aoora soon found the ceiling very interesting. Counting the dots on the ceiling sounded much better than focusing on the pressure pushing it’s way up from his lower stomach, heat pooling with the pressure and soon moving to his face.
“Open your lips a bit wider Aoora, I don’t want it getting caught in there.”
One finger drifted into his mouth as the other knuckles settled on his cheeks, and he became very aware of the slightly chemical taste of hair products, offset by the taste blood and sweat.
“Got it.”
The hand in his mouth moved down to Aoora’s grip, tugging. “Let go. You’re good.”
Woosang pulled his head forward, letting go once Aoora moved his hand to the piece of metal. His fingers came away clean, though he checked the back of the hole too. There was a small pink smudge on his finger, though it didn’t look like anything to worry about. “How bad is it?”
Woosang checked it, touching it lightly and flipping the ring to and fro. “It’s defiantly pink around the edge, but I think you’ll survive.” He looked back at his papers, made a face that Aoora wasn’t sure the meaning for, and sat back down. He slid off his cardigan and threw it over by the door, looking at Aoora. “This is the last dance right?”
“For now at least. I don’t have any more planned as far as I know right now.”
“Fine, I’ll finish it.” Woosang pulled on the hem of his shirt, cooling himself off enough to function, and grabbed his pen. “If you are going to watch, lay on my shoulder at least. I don’t want anyone wondering why your lips are bleeding and swollen, which will happen if we have a repeat.”
That was the end of the discussion apparently, as Woosang drew all his focus on his writing.
Aoora’s face met the warm shoulder with a content sigh, and he briefly wondered what he’d be able to get away with getting hooked on once it was healed.

guide to find the perfect love 2/4

doobb — Wed, 07 Dec 2011 23:13:53 GMT

title: guide to find the perfect love 2/4
author: me
pairing: juwon/kimchi, woosang/kimchi, hoik/kimchi, aoora/kimchi,
rating: pg-13
genre: romance, angst
summary: it's all about being bruised until you finally find the eternal cure to build you another heart to love.
disclaimer: do not own the boys, just the story.
a/n: part two hehe, the order are coming, can u guess who's next? :p

|| part 1 ||

guide to find the perfect love; 2/4; woosang/kimchi

back to the beginning, now round two, try my luck with something new,

yehyanngi went on with his life, never forgot his first love, never forgot juwon, but had to live so he wouldn’t give up on himself. plus, life wouldn’t wait for him if he decided to let go, it would eat him up and he wasn’t ready to be eaten away by his life yet. juwon was gone, but he was here, and even if without juwon this world was too dull, worth nothing in his eyes, he could still go on and pretend that it’s worth it and sooner or later he was going to find something that would light his life again.

anything but love.

he turned eighteen on july 11th and finally finished high school and decided on what he wanted to do. he always dreamed of doing something like being a designer, or singer, or dancer, anything musical or art industry related. as long as it wasn’t something as boring as staying in an office and signing papers day and night like his father wanted him to do. he really did not fancy doing something like that. he’d feel like being in a bubble with papers flying everywhere and soon enough he knew he would lose his mind over all those signatures he would have to deal with.

and he knew that it wasn’t just signing papers but it also took a lot of mind to be able to own a company and not make it go bankrupt, but the papers and the closed office was what was unattractive in this job.

but, he needed money at the same time since he did not want his parents to give him some, he always liked being independent, reason why he took an apart for himself at seventeen years old. so having to go meet his father for an interview was probably not the best option, but the best one he had right now. he wanted money faster so he could pay for his music lessons and drawing lessons and his apartment at the same time, and the job at the café store reminded him too much of juwon, the salary wasn’t that much anyways.

it was with quite an amount of sorrow that he left that job and went under his father’s company, but he comforted himself with the thought that soon enough he would be able to get away from all of this, the city, his father, his family and live his dreams. and he went on with life, just like he should have.

when yehyanngi remembered the saying when you don’t ask for something it comes running at you, it was too late to take it as a warning when he met him. but who would have thought? because first of all, he was totally not yehyanngi’s type, he looked much younger although yehyanngi could bet he was much older. he was too enthusiastic, and somehow although he was like a bubble of joy before, yehyanngi liked the quiet types.

but when it comes to love, types and tastes, it doesn’t matter, it comes and forces itself on you and all he had to do was accept it. although he didn’t know he was accepting it when they became friends, but it all started then.

his name was woo sangsoo, son of a rich business man that his father knew. he had been at the company for a simple visit when they met and yehyanngi’s father had insisted to introduce them to one another. and sangsoo was straight forward, smiling while shaking his hand and his voice letting out a bright “nice to meet you” to which yehyanngi replied to with a smile and a nod of his head, trying to pull back the hand in his own with no success. so he had to actually ask sangsoo to let go of his hand for the guy to let go.

the first meeting wasn’t so impressive, maybe that’s why yehyanngi gave it no further thought and just went on with his life.

even when later, sangsoo would drop by more than often and look for him, and when he found him he’d try to make him talk more about yehyanngi’s life, he would also try to make him go grab something to eat during his lunch break. basically, he invaded yehyanngi’s life so easily that soon enough, two months or so later, yehyanngi was starting to smile again, a warm smile that would appear on his face when he’d see sangsoo waiting for him after he was done working.

yehyanngi also started to laugh, to forget, to build back his heart, to live day by day instead of living just to live. he would walk with sangsoo to his apartment and feel light, little laughs leaving his throat and running in the chilling summer announcing autumn. yehyanngi forgot, but he didn’t forget juwon, or the love he had for juwon, he just forgot the pain and the promise to not love again.

although he buried it deep inside of him, it still crept up and lurched forward as soon as a bit of affection was shown, as soon as a bit of light lurked through his heart, it leaped and now yehyanngi is stuck with love again. this time, he realised it right before sangsoo realised it too. they were what you’d call best friends, and their fathers were glad to see them so close.

life couldn’t get better now could it?

yehyanngi realised he held a feeling stronger than friendship for sangsoo around the time when he found himself anticipated his visits, feeling dejected when he wouldn’t show up and fearing getting to his apartment because it meant they would part ways again. quite frankly, he didn’t like this feeling because it made him feel like he’d never experienced love before, it was different from with juwon. with juwon he didn’t know at first, with juwon everything was risky, with juwon it was exciting, new and dangerous.

sangsoo was just a normal guy, if not that he was richer than half of the normal guys in korea. and he wouldn’t get hurt, he wouldn’t get himself in dangerous situations, and this wasn’t new, it was soft and somehow bright, with a touch of a sun.

then there was that night, same as always, they’d walk get to yehyanngi’s apartment, but unlike usually sangsoo made them stop right before they could get to catch a glimpse of yehyanngi’s building. he put a hand on yehyanngi’s shoulder that made him startle and turn around, head tilted on the side, wondering why they were stopping and at the same time trying to free his shoulder from the touch of sangsoo’s gloved hands.

if he could get his heart to stop beating so much too, yehyanngi thought, he would be really, really grateful.

“can we—just—stay a bit longer—outside, wait before you go home,”

yehyanngi should have said no, put some barriers and gone to his lone apartment. he should have really, but his heart wouldn’t let him walk away and be disappointed, his breath wouldn’t let him voice a single word and his mind had been tucked and caged away by the drumming of his heartbeats against his chest, so all he did was nod and purse his lips, blinking at the smile that appeared on sangsoo’s face.

that night, it broke their routine, and with it, it brought their relationship a step further. instead of stopping at yehyanngi’s building, they walked until they didn’t know where they were, but it didn’t matter. they even passed by the café store where yehyanngi worked before, but he was looking up at sangsoo and didn’t notice the open light on its door, nor did he notice his former boss closing the door of the café and walking by them, whistling softly to himself. they were in their own world when they walked like that side to side, and yehyanngi liked that world. it was free of suffering and free of worries, he could even not feel guilty for not keeping his promise to himself.

that night, it was automatic, inevitable, they shared their first kiss. at the front door of the building of yehyanngi’s apartment. sangsoo leaned in, took him by surprise, a hand at the base of his neck and another one right around his body and pulled him for a lip lock that had him freezing before closing his eyes and trying to find a taste on sangsoo’s lips.

it wasn’t magic, and sparkles did not appear behind his closed eyelids, it was just a kiss that meant something and that lasted until yehyanngi gasped for air and pulled away, hands against sangsoo’s chest and he looked down, cheeks flushed and a silly grin on his face. it was a normal kiss, but damn did it feel special. and then he heard sangsoo’s soft laugh and felt a pressure against the top of his head before looking up, getting another kiss stolen, and another one on one of his red cheek, and the other cheek, and the tip of his nose the succession succeeded in making yehyanngi laugh softly and flush even deeper, but oh did it matter, sangsoo was already leaning in for another kiss, on the lips this time.

there was no trouble in paradise, because this was truly paradise in its true form for yehyanngi and sangsoo. they loved each other, they were happy when they forgot about the world. and seriously, yehyanngi should have learned about that part. forgetting, he keeps forgetting and building new dreams, new hopes, new love, when he should be giving up on those. he should have given up before he got in this too deep.

but he would have never thought that he would wake up one day because someone was knocking on his door and see sangsoo standing there with a resigned and pained expression on his face. four months, september, october, november and december, it waited four months until it reached december. why? yehyanngi never had the time to ponder on that question, eyes staring blankly at sangsoo’s eyes avoiding him and arms crossed over his chest to try and lessen the shattering sound his heart was making as it fell and broke.

why did it always have to happen right at the door of his apartment?

why was sangsoo telling him it wouldn’t work because he had to get engaged and he didn’t want to deceive his parents right in front of the door of his apartment? why did he have to cry and steal that privilege to yehyanngi, why did he have to look so heartbroken although it was yehyanngi’s heart breaking piece by piece in his chest and why, oh why did he even try to love again? it wasn’t fair, that it was happening at the door of his apartment once again. it wasn’t fair, that sangsoo was choosing his family over yehyanngi, it wasn’t fair, that love was breaking him once again, it wasn’t fair that he couldn’t even cry as he watched sangsoo leave in the hall and it wasn’t fair that yehyanngi had to close the door to yet another stolen happiness and slide on the wood of the door, trying to pick up the sound of his breaking sobs and the fluttering ashes of his heart.

it burned, it hurt, it broke, it shattered, whatever it did, it took yehyanngi’s breathe away and it made him want to hit until the pain would stop strangling his voice and cutting right through his ribs.

he hugged his knees and cried until he had no tears left.

sangsoo wasn’t lying, yehyanngi discovered a month later when he fell on an invitation card to the wedding of woo sangsoo and the name of the girl which he did not even read as he just tossed the card on the side, clutching the handle of his suitcase tightly and closing the door of his apartment.

yes he was running away, but it wasn’t like he was going to stay there and do nothing about this. he had to breathe in and breathe in some fresh air, something new that didn’t smell like betrayal, like an ironic déjà vu.

yehyanngi took a cab and told him to stop by the nearest cemetery, he had a soft smile on his face as he walked to a tombstone, and walked right to the one that had scripted n it the name of hwang juwon, he stopped only then and crouched, taking a single flower out of his pocket and placing it on the tombstone.

“my luck is bad,” yehyanngi whispered softly, a chilly breeze passed through his hair and bright strands of blonde hair invaded his sight. he looked up at the sky and sighed, frowning when he felt a single drop of a starting rain fall on his cheek, only then did he turn his back to the tombstone and walk back to the cab.

i wish i had to never forget once i forged my heart back, so that i could not lose it again,

tbc.

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a/n:again, lemme know if u liked it :)

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seaolife — Fri, 02 Dec 2011 00:51:41 GMT

Author:Seaolife
Title:Let it go Part:1
Genre:Romance
Rating:PG-13
Pairing:Woosang/Aoora

It was a cloudy, dark rainy day and Woosang had just moved his luggage into the new dorm he'd be staying in. As he made his way back down the stairs out of the apartment he bumped into a petite boy with sharp facial features and pale skin.
"Sorry" He said lending a hand to the boy on the floor who looked up at him confusedly.
"Oh..um..its okay" He says dusting himself off. Woosang looked behind the boy and saw he too had luggage in his hand.
"Soo your moving into these apartments too?" The taller boys asks.
"Yeah...I'm going to be debuting in a new group in about a year, so we're going to living together" The shorter boy looks up at him with a beautiful smile.
"Well I should get going,I'll see you around" The shorter boy says walking away.
"Oh..Okay Bye" Woosang says smiling to himslef."Wait a second...I'm moving here because of the same reason...Could he possibly be one of the new members..?"
He turns back around to see if the boy was still in his sight, but he was gone.
"Maybe I should just make sure..." He starts, making his way up the stairs completely forgeting the bag of shoes he dropped seconds ago.One flight of stairs and an elevator ride up later he's back at the new dorm, noticing the door was cracked slightly open. He opens it and he sees the same boy facing the opposite direction on a stepstool 4 steps up, making adjustments to a black and white clock.
"Ummm...Excuse me.." He starts to say, untill the boy looses his balance falling. The taller boy reacts quickly darting over to boy and catching him just in time.

They're both face to face,Woosang has him in his arms bridal style kneeling on the floor and both of their eyes are wide open.There is slience for a few seconds before Woosang speaks up.
"You...Never told me your name" he says arms still around the other.
"You...How......Just call me Aoora" He says still slighly breathless, hands fisted in the shirt on Woosang's chest.

Two days later, they became aquainted with each other and the other three members. None of them had anytime to hang out, because as soon as they moved in, it was time to prepare for debut. They had vocal practice from 8AM to 12pm,took a 30 minute lunch break and had dance pratice from 1pm to 7pm. This went on for 5 months untill straight, 6 and a half days a week. Untill their management decided to give them a day off.

The 5 tired boys made their way back to the dorm and Aoora noticed how Woosang's dark circles were getting deeper and he looked extra pale now a days.
Without thinking He grabbed Woosang's hand and the tall boy slightly jumped in surprise.Aoora laughed to himself.

"We get to relax tommorow.. What do you want to do?" He asks the taller boys slowly intertwing their fingers. The others were way ahead of them so they had abit privacy.
Woosang relaxed into the touch and responded.
"Hmm... I think I'm going to lay in bed all day"
"Sounds good to me..Can I..umm....can I join you?" Aoora asks shly, looking down at the black gravel.Woosang is surprised, Ever since he had met Aoora he knew that they both had feelings for eachother, but the older never had the courage to return the feelings. Suddenly It started to rain heavily, they glanced at eachother and tightened the hold on their fingers. They run hand in hand back to the dorm
Within a few minutes they're home,the maknae is complaining about being wet
and Juwon and Hoik are laughing at the maknae ringing his drenched shirt out.

Aoora and Woosang sneak pass the occupied boys in the other rooms, and go to Woosang's room, locking the door behind them. They both laugh at their child-like behavior. When their giggles die down Aoora notices somthing.
"Where are you going?" Woosang asks watching Aoora walk across the room and grab somthing out of the shelf. He returns with a towel in his hand and a gentle smile graces his face.
"Hmmm You look and smell like a wet puppy" Aoora says, laughter laced in his words.
Woosang fakes a hurt look.
"Yah!! I was kidding you know how much I like wet puppies, heheheh~~"
The shorter boy climbs onto the matress on his knee's and faces the younger boy.

"Come here" He says motioning with his fingers to come closer. Woosang obeys and brings his legs up onto the bed to scoot closer. Aoora is still on his knee's and Woosang encircles his legs around the shorter boy.
Aoora unfolds the towel and puts it onto Woosang's head, rubbing it in circles to
get the moisture off. He stops when he reaches the back of his head,behind his ears because Woosang is staring at him. Aoora looks at him curiously trying to figure out what is going on in that head of his. Once he realizes how close they are a pink blush graces his cheeks,he clears his throat and continues to dry his hair. He gets up higher on his kness to reach the top of Woosang's head, then hands are on his waist.

Aoora pauses, looking down into those deep,dark sultry eyes.The pink in his cheeks is getting deeper as he lowers himself down, toward the taller boy. They both pause a millimeter away from eachothers lips. Aoora's hands go up to cup Woosang's cheeks, the towel still wrapped around his hair, Woosang hands tighten the grip on his waist pulling him closer untill, their lips meet in feather-like kiss, lips slowing grazing eachother. They pull away for a second as if testing the waters,Aoora nods his head and their lips meet again, in a heated kiss, angling their heads to get more of eachother.

Before Aoora knows it his back is against the cool cotton sheets and Woosang is ontop of him, hands next to his head,and they're still at it Woosang biting the older boys lips a bit earning a faint moan from the other. After a few minutes their lungs are screaming for air and they pull away, lips pink from abuse.

"Hyung..Your mine.." Woosang says possesively,inhaling the shorter boys scent from his neck. They're wrapped up in each others arms stealing kisses and from each other, under the sheets.
"Always have been yours..I...I love You" Aoora whispers kissing the side off the taller boys mouth smiling.

They debut six months later,promise rings on their fingers and eyes open with a new understanding of love for eachother. Their journey was hard............but its was'nt over.

guide to find the perfect love 1/4

doobb — Tue, 29 Nov 2011 07:27:32 GMT

title: guide to find the perfect love 1/4
author: me
pairing: juwon/kimchi, aoora/kimchi, hoik/kimchi, woosang/kimchi,
rating: pg-13
genre: romance, angst
summary: it's all about being bruised until you finally find the eternal cure to build you another heart to love.
disclaimer: do not own the boys, just the story.
a/n: first post! im writing this yes, /hiatusfu/ hell yeah i am /ohgod/ XD haha so hum, i'll explain the main purpose of this story at the end of this part :)and it's my first double a fanfic yay, been dying to write one gosh and oh, guess who's my bias? :p i'm posting this here so that i don't have to lock this fic XDDD /badgirl/

guide to find the perfect love; 1/4; juwon/kimchi

took a shot, with the bad boy from the block, picked my love right from the start,

yoo yehyanngi was seventeen years old when he first fell in love. it wasn’t out of the blue, nor did it come from nowhere, it just came and he took it. it came in the name of hwang juwon, same age, taller, darker hair and more experience in this life than yehyanngi would ever have in his all life, because juwon was the son of a gang leader, one of the biggest ones in the city of seoul. and the way they met should have warned yehyanngi of how this was bound to end, in other words without a happy ending.

he had found juwon in the street one day, the older man practically had ran into him while he had been coming out of the coffee store where he worked during the day and ended around 9 p.m. he had barely caught the falling body, had wondered why it felt so heavy in his arms before heaving him up and upon seeing the bruised face of a boy he hadn’t known then, he had started panicking.

yehyanngi could barely think straight as he pulled the body and quickly opened the door he locked minutes ago to make them get inside. it was once inside, as he sat and looked down at the unconscious body in his arms that he realised this was kind of dangerous, but what had been done was done. and just like that, juwon had entered his life.

it wasn’t so much of a disaster. that night juwon had been chased by another gang who were trying to beat him to death or something like that, yeah, really not that bad. at least that was what juwon said once he was awake and found himself in yehyanngi apartment, a small and tiny place where the younger boy decided he wanted to live alone and away from his family to gain some independence.

juwon wasn’t the sweetest guy on earth but he was yehyanngi first love. he was there, with this dangerous vibe he always gave off. and he was also the reason why yehyanngi decided he didn’t mind being gay anymore, it was him and he was going to accept it. they became friends first of all, due to the fact that yehyanngi had to take care of juwon for a whole week before the wound he had were healed and he could finally be able to move on his own. and juwon did take his time to heal, mostly because he wasn’t sure he wanted to just disappear from yehyanngi life without having at least a promise to see each other again.

instead of a promise, yehyanngi gave him his phone number and that was enough to make juwon leave his apartment a week later.

the phone number was what helped them stay in touch. juwon called, texted, wanted to meet again and yehyanngi just wanted nothing to do with someone who could get beaten so badly to the point of death. he knew better than to make friends with those types of people. but juwon was so persistent seriously, that in the end he agreed to meet him once, after at least a hundred of phone calls and more than a hundred of text messages that made his phone vibrate day and night for two whole weeks and made him unable to find any sleep, yes, he finally agreed and here he was, standing and waiting for juwon to show up right in front of the coffee store.

and if juwon did not show up in two minutes he was ready to leave because it’s been thirty minutes since the time that he was supposed to get there and meet yehyanngi, and quite frankly he was getting tired to wait under this cold air autumn was heaving out. he rubbed his hands together, brought them up and softly blew on them before crossing his arms over his chest, why did he even agree to this? oh yeah, because he wanted peace.

yehyanngi swore under his breath, if he didn’t get there in one, two—

it was like déjà vu all over again, so when yehyanngi found himself stumbling backwards with a heavy weight in his arms he was going to panic, thinking maybe this was some sort of bad luck. but first of all he made sure to see who the hell just gave nearly gave him a heart attack and quite frankly he was really relieved to see juwon’s face until he realised the way juwon had stumbled and quickly pulled him to his feet to make sure he was alright. he didn’t realise he was touching juwon in places he thought could be hurt and asking with a worried tone if he was alright until he felt hands hold his own and pull them away.

“i’m alright; i just wanted to scare you.”

yehyanngi couldn’t believe his ears; he blinked at the grin on juwon’s face twice or so before pulling his hands away and tucking them back in his pockets and puffing his cheeks.

“i don’t like being tricked,” he mumbled under his breath looking away, suddenly embarrassed that he showed how worried he was for this good for nothing. but he wasn’t sure he wanted to see juwon in the same state he saw him weeks ago, during their first time meeting.

“i’m late aren’t i?” juwon asked, not ignoring the faint blush on yehyanngi’s cheeks but more like enjoying it secretly while trying to not push his luck since he was late and looked like he made him angry. yehyanngi said nothing, shrugged and still wouldn’t look at him, so juwon reached again and pulled the hands yehyanngi had in his pockets out to hold them. he was waiting for a resistance, but nothing came, only a resigned sigh when yehyanngi finally looked up at him and arched an eyebrow.

“what?”

juwon shook his head, feeling silly all of a sudden because the simple fact that yehyanngi did not pull his hands away made him want to grin to the whole world and show them that his life wasn’t miserable, on the contrary, it was totally worth all the hardships he had to go through until right now.

“you, listen to me, i’ve been waiting in this cold for more than thirty minutes, are you going to make me wait longer than this?”

oh yeah, juwon should remember to not push his luck. but he couldn’t help the smile on his face when he nodded and brought yehyanngi’s hands to blow on them, wondering why he was so obedient all of a sudden and not wanting to know at the same time as he nodded. “i know, i’m sorry, i had something quick and urgent to do. but let’s go now, i’ve got to take you somewhere!” juwon said, smile widening while yehyanngi had this sceptical expression on his face as he was pulled away from the coffee store.

but he followed juwon and he did not regret it afterwards.

“really? here again?”

juwon nodded, holding up his right hand, fingers twined together with yehyanngi’s left hand, he brought them to his face and blew on them, just like that. it tore a low chuckle out of yehyanngi who shook his head but said nothing, flushing lightly and looking back to where juwon first took him three months ago, that cold night of autumn now forgotten and frozen in the season of winter.

“but the attraction park is gone,” yehyanngi whined softly, pouting his lips and looking up at the sky.

“it doesn’t matter,” juwon replied and when yehyanngi looked at him he smiled at him, this lover he wished he found earlier in his life and held a hand in the air, holding snowflakes that tried to reach for the ground but never did since they melted against the warmth of his palm. “it’s still precious, isn’t it?”

“you’re just weird!”

“i’m not, i mean, look at the snow falling from this sight, it’s really beautiful!”

yehyanngi let out a small laugh and arched an eyebrow, “more than me?” he was joking about that of course, smile reaching his eyes and tongue pulled out in a way that made him look more like a toddler than a teen and juwon couldn’t help but pull on the hand he was holding to lean in and leave a kiss on his right cheek.

“i don’t know about that,” juwon started, laughed at the frown that drew itself on yehyanngi’s face, pulled his hand free to hold his lover’s face in the palm of his hands, pulling him closer to leave another kiss on his right cheek. “maybe?” he added softly, lips reaching for yehyanngi’s without really touching them. he just stopped to look at him, wondering how he managed to catch him and never let him go. he didn’t know how, but he did it, and that’s all that counted, right? “i must love you more than this sight, because i think no, it’s not more beautiful than you.”

yehyanngi’s eyes that had been half closed until then opened and his face that held just a light shade of red until then suddenly deepened and spread all over his face, warm and heated against his skin. he opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out, juwon simply stole the words with his lips against his own and yehyanngi didn’t protest, just let his hands reach for juwon’s arms and hold on tightly as he brought their bodies closer.

amidst the happiness they had when they with each other, yehyanngi could forget what juwon truly was and how he first got to even meet him. the blood, the dark part of juwon’s life, he could forget all of those when juwon was there with him, for him, holding him, kissing him and teasing him. showing him that this world wasn’t just black and white but could be filled with little colourful sides that brought so much joy in his life.

he didn’t have anyone to envy, because he was in love and it was just right where he wanted it to be. it was there, in his heart, and juwon was the only one who made it happen so fast yet so surely. nothing could destroy that.

that had been the first mistake, to forget about juwon‘s real life. the one where he could come back to him broken, lips cut, face bruised and wounded to the point where yehyanngi thought about calling the hospital when he found him that way in front of his apartment. but juwon stopped him with a hand on his arm, even though yehyanngi was trying hard not to just cry at the sight of juwon hurt so badly in front of his apartment and just scream for help, juwon’s weak voice telling him to calm down that he was alright and all yehyanngi needed to do was to bring him in the apartment and take care of him, just like that first night made him inhale softly and nod. he leaned down first holding juwon’s bruised face in his hands and left a soft kiss on his temple before helping him on his feet.

he nearly lost him.

it was more serious than juwon said it would be. a knife was used for sure; if it had been placed in the right spot then there would be nothing to do but to bury juwon’s body the next day. at the mere thought of that, yehyanngi wanted to shake the whole world for giving juwon such a life and for him not being able to take him away from it. juwon was born this way wasn’t he? and his all life, his whole family were this gang where he grew up with just a father and no mother to show him that the world didn’t need to be so rough with him.

yehyanngi was his only light, the only soft touch to the rude path he had to take when he was just twenty years old. yehyanngi looked at juwon’s sleeping on his bed, observing him with a frown on his face before sighing and not being able to just stand there and do nothing anymore, hands smelling of alcohol and stained with dry blood on them and on his clothes he slid next to the sleeping juwon and pulled the sheets on them.

he slid his arms around juwon’s body and buried his face in his chest, inhaling softly and wishing that to never lose that warmth.

he might just lose his way back to life if he ever lost juwon.

they lived in the illusions that they could put it in the back of their minds and love each other and the world would be perfect again. and it was perfect again, yehyanngi scolded him, told him to be careful, tore a promise out of him to be careful the day after and juwon agreed, promised.

but when they had looked at each other that day, sitting on the bed, juwon holding on yehyanngi for dear life, they knew this was a promise meant to be broken. but juwon had promised then, and just the fact that he had made yehyanngi cry softly against is shoulder, knowing juwon had wanted to make this work more than he himself wanted to even if it meant to make promises that couldn’t be kept to keep him, meant much more than juwon keeping he promise.

and for another month they went on like that. juwon told him what happened that night, something about a gang war because of his father’s uncle who wanted to take power out of juwon’s father’s hands. but of course mr. hwang would fight for it. that night, some member of juwon uncle’s gang came and started to attack without saying anything, they didn’t get away with it, but juwon didn’t get away without bruise of course.

it was war between the two gangs now.

for a month, juwon’s been coming with a fresh new bruise, but less serious than the other one. so yehyanngi would say nothing and just disinfect it, heal it lay soft kisses on the skin turning purple and make juwon smile at the tickling brush of his lips against his sensitive skin and they’d make love just like it was their first time over again and tomorrow could be their last time. living on the edge of losing something so important was unbelievably heart wrenching for yehyanngi, but he couldn’t give up on this nor could he give his back to juwon.

so they’d do that for a month, and the month after, the war was still on. nobody was winning, but nobody wanted to lose or give up either. just like the war exhausted them both, it exhausted yehyanngi’s heart and mind, he couldn’t take more bruises on juwon’s body. he couldn’t take anymore bruises on juwon’s soul, making him walk further and further away from yehyanngi. retract himself in this world where fighting and living for blood was now the only important thing to do to be able to go on.

something changed.

juwon stopped coming each night for yehyanngi to heal his wound. juwon stopped calling, stopped sending text messages to not worry him and yehyanngi would stay in front of his phone or door for hours, looking in the blank space and wondering what he was waiting for.

when did the war between him and juwon started? he didn’t want to know, because whenever it started, it ended with him wondering why he gave his heart, why he gave his first love, why he decided to love when he wasn’t ready for what the consequences of a bad ending would be. yehyanngi wanted to break his heart more than juwon had the power to do it, he wanted to taint his soul more than juwon had the power to, so that he at least only himself would be able to turn back to white, would be able to put the pieces back together.

but it was too late, juwon had it all, and all yehyanngi had left were pieces he’d never be able to put together. the worst was that he wanted to give up so much and yet he couldn’t. he’d still look at his phone whenever he had the time to, startle when it would ring and sigh in disappointment when it wouldn’t be juwon’s number on his screen. he would wait for knocks on his door whenever he got home, or screen the hall of his building to see if a body would be there, bruised, waiting for him.

but nothing, juwon was nowhere, and yehyanngi would just go back to bed, holding the scent of his lover on his sheet, tainted with dry blood and cry softly as he tried sleep.

missing juwon and not knowing if he was dying or not was the worst part of him being gone.

until juwon came back and never asked if he could or if he was welcomed back, but just came back, sitting in front of yehyanngi’s door and waiting for him, holding his body and his head tilted on the side, blood sliding down to his chin. yehyanngi ran to him, not bothering to even listen to his broken heart, what did it matter when juwon was there at his door, covered in blood and dust and unconscious?

it was just like any other time when juwon came, it was just like that. god, it couldn’t be something else. yehyanngi tried to wake him up with light slap on his face, holding it straight when it tried to fall back, he didn’t know when he even started crying. when juwon opened his eyes to look at him and tried to smile, or when he brought his free hand to yehyanngi’s cheek and brushed blood covered fingers against his skin? or was it when juwon finally spoke a soft, “am i dead yet?” voice so weak and broken, yehyanngi just squeezed the hand on his cheek, feeling their roughness with a shatter of his heart against his chest.

“juwon, listen to my voice, hey baby, it’s alright,” but no matter how many times yehyanngi would repeat that, juwon would just shake his head and keep that smile on his face, like he was already on the other side. like he already gave up and nothing could make him come back. “juwon,” yehyanngi tried again, but all juwon did was give a squeeze to his hand and part his lips to talk again, “can you—say,” he stopped swallowed and yehyanngi told him to stop talking, but juwon went on. “say you forgive me, for making you cry.” when juwon said it, yehyanngi realised he was indeed crying, and the tears were freely rolling on his cheeks, not showing any signs of stopping soon.

“also, for winning this war, forgive me.” even if juwon was weakening with each words he said, “i should have—” he stopped, everything stopped, yehyanngi froze. the last words died against juwon’s lips, won our war.

no matter how much yehyanngi cried and called out juwon’s name, he didn’t move anymore. no matter how much yehyanngi screamed and yelled for help, juwon wouldn’t wake up to tell him to not panic, to calm down and bring him in the apartment and take care of him, just like the first night. no matter how much yehyanngi would squeeze his hand, touch his face, feel his damp clothes, juwon was frozen in time and with him, he took yehyanngi’s broken pieces.

he took yehyanngi’s broken cries of forgiveness.

gave too much of my heart, lost all of the broken pieces, and found a new heart…

tbc

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a/n:the story is simple though xD it's a developmnt of kimchi throughout his way to find love. yes, that's his main goal, like the title says it. it's tbc because this is the first love, then the other three will come and each has their own ending, and do not think the order in which i put the pairings are the order this story is going to follow just to make things more unexpected :p but in the end, kimchi is going to end with one of these guys! and the reason why i'm writing such a fic? first of all because i wanted to try something like that and secondly because i want to know who fits with kimchi the best when i write them :p so this is a win win thing for me XDDD and oh, do not worry, not all of the boys are going to die LOL if you happen to read this....lemme know how if u like it! </b>

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doobb — Sat, 26 Nov 2011 16:50:58 GMT

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doobb — Sat, 26 Nov 2011 16:21:17 GMT

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Hello and welcome to double a_ace!

doobb — Sat, 26 Nov 2011 16:09:02 GMT

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