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jinki — Thu, 18 Nov 2010 11:51:59 GMT

Hey guys. This is tvxqsocks. Just wanted to let you all know that I have a new journal (this one) and that I've moved my personal fics over to saranghaeaein. Check it out and join/watch if you want.

Love you all~ ♥

MBLAQ 30 drabbles challenge: Prompt 11

tvxqsocks — Sat, 19 Jun 2010 10:59:17 GMT

Title: Prank
Prompt: Eleven
Genre: Comedy
Pairing: Mir / Seungho
Rating: G
Synopsis: There's a reason why the members always make sure they don't fall asleep in the living room.

Yeah, idek.

Mir knew that it was wrong. He knew he shouldn’t do it. He knew he would be in big trouble. He did, really. He just couldn’t help himself. It was the perfect opportunity, and he wasn’t one to let a chance as good as this pass. All he had to do was be stealthy, and not let any of the other members see him. Not getting caught is key to every perfect plan.

Someone’s getting a surpriiiiiiise, he chuckled to himself as he set off to execute his plan. It would be well worth the trouble. Besides, it was Seungho’s own fault for falling asleep on the couch. Everyone knew not to fall asleep on the couch when Mir was around.

Mir set to work beautifying their leader. Some lipstick, blush, and a smudge of eye shadow later, Mir stood back to admire his masterpiece.

“My, what a pretty girl you make, Seungho hyung!” he whispered, fighting back giggles. He ran off to his room, completely satisfied with his handiwork.

The Chronicles of Jaechul, Part Twenty-two

aidenrose — Thu, 15 Apr 2010 05:33:11 GMT

Title: The Chronicles of Jaechul
Authors: aidenrose and tvxqsocks
Part: Twenty-two (Chapters 211-220)
Previous parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 8, Se7en, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21
Total length: 777 chapters de gozaimasu.
Rating: PG-13 (sex changes, pregnancy, minor violence, language, and general stupidity. Contains a lot of jokes meant to be read and appreciated by true fans of SM Town ~~and other fandoms~~.)
Disclaimer: This is in no way meant to be offensive. It is intended to be taken as humor.
Frequency of Updates: ~~Every day that is a multiple of seven.~~ That's a lie.
Genre: Crack fan fiction. A.K.A, ridiculous parody-like nonsense. Humor.
Pairing: Jaejoong x Heechul
Synopsis: In order to get revenge against Lee Soo Man pushing him down a flght of stairs, Heechul gets the sex change he's always craved. Later he meets Jaejoong and it's love at first sight. This fic is about their daughter, Jaechul. Sort of. That's a subplot.

RAWRLIKEABUNNY (2:41:59 AM): This part is so gross. idek
RAWRLIKEABUNNY (2:42:02 AM): LOLOL
RAWRLIKEABUNNY (2:42:08 AM): I love it, though <3
th3se7enw0nd3rz (2:42:11 AM): Me too LOL
th3se7enw0nd3rz (2:42:17 AM): LOL GDCHUN ON A PLANE
th3se7enw0nd3rz (2:42:21 AM): worse than snakes
th3se7enw0nd3rz (2:42:22 AM): /shoots self
RAWRLIKEABUNNY (2:44:36 AM): ROFLNHIJRFSDK
RAWRLIKEABUNNY (2:47:31 AM): I think that should be the a/n
RAWRLIKEABUNNY (2:47:41 AM): GDCHUN ON A PLANE. WORSE THAN SNAKES.

Chapter Two-hundred-eleven:

"Alright, well..." Lee Hyori hoisted up a deer. "We'll be seeing you guys."
"Woah, woah, dudette. Whatchoo doin' with that?"
"Taking it."
"We need all seven deer, Hyori Hyorstah."
"I'll make up for it, Se7en," Yoochun offered, massaging his shoulders and winking at Changmin. "I'll be your seventh deer. I'll be whatever you like."
Changmin rolled his eyes and turned away.
"C'mon guys, let's roll. Let's just go find your blood-sucking sweetheart."
"Chula, please," Yunho was begging to the side. "I need you there to help my self confidence."
"I can't, Yunho," Heechul said, shiftily looking away. "I need to get back to Korea."
"Why?"
"Because, uh...uh...the, uh...THE BABY IS COMING! QUICK, JAEJAE!" Heechul sprinted to one of the rental cars and vaulted into it.
Jaejoong stared at the car and then bolted for it, singing his apologies back to Yunho.
"Just like Renesmee!" Yunho exclaimed. "Good luck, Chula! FIGHTING!"
"Fine," Se7en sighed, shrugging Yoochun's hands off. "Dude, wash your hands."
"What's wrong with my skin? Too soft for you?" Yoochun winked.
"Uh...yes. Sure." Se7en stepped away from him. "Well, Yunho...good luck times seven to you."
"Thank you, Se7en."
"Tallyho!" Lee Hyori exclaimed, taking off into the woods again with the deer.
"Se7en baby," Yoochun said, winking and putting his arm on Se7en's waist as they walked towards one of the cars. "Some food for thought?"
"Um."
"You know, we could be groovin' Yooven. Don't you think? We'd be sexy like woah, no?" Yoochun winked twice.
"Um...I find that idea revolting in seven ways." Se7en blinked seven times.
"You like revolting, baby? I can be revolting in fourteen ways for you." Yoochun winked.
"No." Se7en stopped in his tracks. "No, no, no, no, no, no."
"Alright, baby. You go on home to your girlfriend, then. You just wait until the day you start lusting for some Yoochun manflesh. Then no one's gonna help you." Yoochun thought about winking and then didn't.
"Uh...Super Juniors! Ride with me today."
"I could ride y-"
Se7en ran away with the Super Juniors chasing him, ready to help out their friend and occupy all possible space in his car.

Chapter Two-hundred-twelve:

"Sweetie?"
"Sweetie?"
"Yes, you."
"Me?" Donghae purred and kissed Eunhyuk's cheek. "Whatcha want?"
"Ever been in love with two guys at o-"
They pushed Yoochun away and linked arms, forming a barrier against him.
"Nothing," Eunhyuk purred back. "Just your attention."
"Why?"
"Well, there is this thing called a honeymoon."
"Yes?"
"Yes."
"Make it a week long," Se7en said, pushing his sunglasses up his nose. "By that time the deer should be in Korea. I'm such a genius."
"Se7en, you are a genius. Thanks to you, Chula won't touch the guts of a deer and catch some deer disease that will kill our baby."
"I wasn't going to touch them, anyway, Jaejae."
"Thank god for slaughterhouses."
"Indeed."
"Guys, do you mind? We're talking about an upcoming romantic honeymoon."
"Yeah." Donghae sniffed, offended. "Seriously."
"Sorry. Do continue."
"Where shall we go? Paris?"
"Go to Palau," Heechul put in, tapping Jaejoong's shoulder until he picked him up and held him like the princess that he was. "That's where we went."
"It was sooooooooo nice."
"Yeah," Heechul said dreamily. "We swam all day and...yeah, well, you guys live together anyway. Nice place, Palau."'
"Oooh, sexy." Yoochun winked.
"To Palau, my fishie?"
"Only if there are trees for you to climb in, my monkey!"
"There are both." Heechul wiped away a tear. "Gosh you guys are adorable."
"Adorable fishie," Eunhyuk cooed, pinching Donghae's cheeks. "Aigoo."
"To the gate!"
"Uh, actually...this is the parting of ways."
"Yeah. See you guys back in Korea."

Chapter Two-hundred-thirteen:

"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!" Kangin roared, leaning back and patting his stomach as he laughed.
Key almost spat on him.
"Like hell you can come with us, where we're going to spend a night in a hotel, and Taemin will be alone, because of our odd number. I see your mind, Key. Put a muzzle on that demon in you, boy," Kangin said, fanning himself with his camouflage hat. He looked at Key's expression and started giggling again.
"Sorry, Key," Donghae said, stroking Taemin's hair as Taemin looked anywhere but at Key. "It's too soon."
"I just want to be with him!" Key cried. "Okay? I have good intentions!"
"I don't believe you."
"Key, I..." Taemin spoke up softly, clinging to Donghae's t-shirt. "I just need some time."
"Taemin." Key's eyes shone with tears. "You don't think that badly of me, do you?"
"I...I...I really like you, hyung!"
"Oh, Taemin! You do?!"
"I'm so sorry but I love you but it's all lies!" sang Taeyang and Daesung as they passed by, clapping soulfully.
"...You know, even if Canada is covered in ice, it will be nice to get a break from that," Eunhyuk said, gathering Taemin into his arms and hugging him. "Hey, listen, if you want, we can bring Key with us. We'll lock him in a room at night, okay?"
"No, I...I don't want him to come." Taemin started crying and buried his face in the Eunhae shoulder. "I'm sorry, hyung!"
"Taemin..." Key sniffed.
"I like you, but...! I need time to myself, time to think!"
"Then..." Key took a deep breath and hugged himself, for there was no one to hug Key. "I'll see you at the comeback stage!"
"Yeah. I promise to come back!"
"We all do," Kangin said. "No one wants to stay in Canada."
"It wouldn't be so bad," Shindong said. "I mean, you can lock yourself in an igloo with tons of meat during the winter."
"Winter lasts all year up there, Shindong."
"All year?"
"Yes, all year."
"We don't like cold, do we, Taemin?" Donghae snuggled him.
"Aren't you kind of close to him?" Key asked suspiciously.
"This is the purest kind of love, Key. Ask Kangin, he'll tell you about it."
"Like hell I'd ask Kangin about anything."
"Suit yourself." Eunhae shrugged and walked with Taemin to the line to board.
"Bye."
Key stormed off in a huff.

Chapter Two-hundred-fourteen:

Yoochun poked his nose between the two seats in front of him.
"Never gonna give you up," he sang in a whisper to Heechul. "Never gonna let you down. Never gonna run around and desert you. Never gonna make you cry. Never gonna say goodbye. Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you."
Heechul blinked and sat up, twisting around to look at Yoochun's smiling face. Heechul took one look at his greasy smirk and smacked Jaejoong.
"Wake up, hubby Jaejae."
Jaejoong sniffed and removed his borrowed lacy pink sleeping mask.
"What is it?"
"Look." Heechul pointed at Yoochun, who was making kissy faces at him.
"Yoochun? What are you...?"
"You know how well Rick Astley can love?" Yoochun whispered. "Baby, I can do better."
"Dude..." Jaejoong's jaw dropped in slow motion. "Seriously? My pregnant wife? Seriously?"
"I'm not leaving you out of this, baby." Yoochun winked at him.
Jaejoong's cheeks turned red.
"Yoochun, I-"
Jaejoong was interrupted by the sharp noise of Heechul's hand hitting Yoochun's cheek.
"-know we're best friends, b-"
Heechul hawked a loogie and spat it onto Yoochun's face.
"-ew."
Heechul poked Yoochun's eye. Yoochun shrieked in pain and Heechul shoved him back between the seats.
"Hey baby," Yoochun said, throwing a sloppy, one-eyed grin at the person sitting next to him. "You look good with that blond, babe. Gooooooood."
"'Ey, yo face's all nasty, bro," G-Dragon said, leaning towards the window. "Damn, das nasty."
"Baby, if it's the slime of my heart, it's no slime at all."
"Clean it, yo!" G-Dragon grimaced.
"I thought you liked it dirty. I like it dirty." Yoochun winked.
"Wipe yo face!"
Yoochun wiped his face off with a napkin.
"Das betta."
"So baby, how's about you and me write a bad romance when we gat back to Seoul and do some deep soul searching...in bed?"
"Hell naw."
"Why not? Am I just too sexy for you?" Yoochun winked.
"I got someone I like, yo!"
"We can invite him or her to the party too." Yoochun waggled his eyebrows.
G-Dragon vomited into the complimentary vomit bag stored in his seat pocket.

Chapter Two-hundred-fifteen:

Yoochun sauntered out of the gate and into the sound waves of screaming fangirls. He winked at them as he passed, flashing an oily grin at some, and sent a victorious glance backwards at Changmin...only to realize that Changmin wasn't with them.
Jaejoong skirted around him and headed with Heechul towards their love taxi that would return them to their love nest for a homecoming love fest.
"Le's go!" G-Dragon hissed over his shoulder as he, T.O.P, and Daesung tiptoed past him, bent at the waist, clutching their belongings. "Flee!"
Yoochun looked back at Se7en and Key. Se7en put his arm around Key's shoulders and said a few words to him.
"Ooooh," Yoochun said, taking a step back and winking in slow motion at them. "Make out!"
Se7en looked up and put seven fingers over Key's mouth to keep him from saying something snarky to Yoochun.
"Woah, dude. No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Don't go there."
"Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay," Yoochun said with a roll of his eyes.
"Don't mock me."
"I woudn-"
"The next time you do, I'll do seven unpleasant things to you."
"Oooh, you'll do things to me," Yoochun said, looking Se7en up and down. "I look forward to it."
"You're incorrigible."
"Is that a synonym for sexy?"
"No."
"Well you are." Yoochun winked.
"Yoochun hyung! Here you are!" said a new voice.
Yoochun whirled around.
"My baby Susy Su Suuuuuu!" He grabbed him and lifted him up and spun him around.
"Woah, woah!" Junsu wriggled to get free. "Where is your hand?!"
"Oh, sorry." Yoochun chortled dirtily. "My bad."
"Put me down!"
Yoochun put him down.
"C'mon," he said. "I drove all the way here to get you. Oh, hey, Se7en!"
"Yo, Xiah!" Se7en saluted him. "I only buy dolphin safe products!"
Junsu squealed.

Chapter Two-hundred-sixteen:

Yoochun turned up the volume in the car.
"It's gettin' kinda hot in here," he sang in falsetto. "Unf. So take off your clothes!"
He unbuttoned his shirt, swaying to the music.
"Susu, don't you love this song?"
"Um, hyung, what are you doing?" Junsu shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
"I said, don't you think it's getting kind of hot in here?"
"No? I'm fine," Junsu said, glancing at him.
"Look all you like, baby."
"I wasn-"
"I'll just take this off and give you the full view of my sexy shoulders. Oh, my torso, so manly!"
"Yoochun, what's gotten into you? I don't want to see your chest!"
Yoochun shrugged off his shirt with exaggerated movements close to chest pumps and kissed his bicep.
"Don't you just want to touch this beautiful piece of manflesh?" he leaned towards Junsu.
"No! Yoochun, stop!"
"Oh I'll stop." He touched Junsu's thigh, walking his fingers onto it like a tiny person.
Junsu slapped his hand away.
"Sit down! What's wrong with you?"
"I got the love disease, Susu!" Yoochun moaned, replacing his hand. "Don't let me down."
"What about Changmin?! You know he's gonna be pissed if he finds out you're coming onto me like this!"
"Junsu, I always loved you more! That's why I gave you that ring!"
Junsu let out a hurt gasp. "You said it was a friendship ring!"
"Best friends make the best lovers, Susu!"
"You have a lover!"
"We broke up."
"What?!"
"We broke up, and now we're free to get get get jiggy, baby!"
"I don't want to..to...g-...g-get..." Junsu blushed. "I don't want to do that!"
"Jig-jig-jiggy!" Yoochun puckered his lips and tried to kiss him.
Junsu smacked him and pushed him back.
"YOOCHUN, STOP!" he squeaked, gripping the wheel tightly.
"Baby, do-" Yoochun twisted towards him in his seat.
"NO! SIT THE FUCK DOWN!"
"I LIKE IT WHEN YOU YELL!"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
"BABY I LIKE IT WHEN YOU SHOW ME YOUR PASSIONABLE EMOTIONS! COME HERE, SUSU SU SEXY!" Yoochun winked.
"BACK THE FUCK OFF!"

Chapter Two-hundred-seventeen:

"Key," Se7en said, handing him a seven fruit smoothie. "I think we can both agree seven times that you need love help in seven ways."
"Man what is your deal with the number seven? Can't you use other numbers? Don't you know math?"
"Of course I know math," Se7en said, sitting down on the seventh barstool. "For instance, three plus four equa-"
"Forget it."
"I brought you here to talk about your seven love strategies, Key."
Key moodily stirred around his smoothie.
"It's just that they're being so stupid!" he spat. "I was just out hunting with Taemin and having a nice fun platonic time with him. And fuck, he's basically my age! What's the big deal?"
"Well, you know, Kangin is a father."
"So what?"
"So he feels he has to look out for children like Taemin. But Key, that isn't what I'm talking about. I'm on your side."
"Are you?"
"Yes. I want you to tackle this problem and become Minkey and love him for forty nine years."
"Minkey?"
"Taemin plus Key. It's like relationship math."
"Oh, I see."
"Yes, so. Key. I think I have a great first strategy for you to win that adorable boy's heart."
"You think he's adorable too?"
"Adorable in seven ways."
Key smiled. "Okay, what's the strategy? I can't deny you've got a reputation as the love guru."
"Oh, well I do try. Alright, Key." Se7en loaded a page on his laptop and turned it towards Key. "What do you see?"
"A peacock?"
"Yes. Now?"
"A bird? Wow, it's so fabulous."
Se7en showed him five more birds of paradise.
"Now, Key. What do all these birds have in common?"
"Uh...colors?"
"They're all male, Key. All these birds are so colorful so as to attract a mate! So what must you do, Key?"
"Become a bird? C'mon, get real, Se7en."
"Dye your hair the colors of the rainbow. Be the bird, Key. Taemin will flock to you."

Chapter Two-hundred-eighteen:

"Boo!" Heechul called, walking into the kitchen to find Jaejoong staring at the ingredients needed for a sandwich, at a loss for what to do with them.
"Yes, Chullieboo?"
"I need food, my god." He yanked open the refrigerator and peered in. "Where is it...ah."
"Whatcha gettin'?" Jaejoong asked eagerly. "Making food?"
"No," he said, slamming a bottle of honey mustard down on the counter.
"Honey crusted chicken?"
"I so do not want chicken!" Heechul handed Jaejoong an unopened jar of pickles. "Open this!"
Jaejoong grasped it and twisted it.
"Owww," he moaned, letting go and rubbing his wrist. "Why is it so hard to open?!"
"Your muscles are useless!" Heechul rolled his eyes and took the jar from him. He opened in in one swift twist, the jar opening with a surrendering pop!
"Oh, baby, you're so impressive!"
Heechul tossed his hair and poured half of the pickle juice into a mug.
"Baby whachoo doing?" Jaejoong murmured, watching him with rapt amorous attention.
"Mixin' stuff."
"Why?" Jaejoong puckered his lips and batted his eyelashes at him. "Mocktails? For cuddle hour?"
"Nah." Heechul picked up the bottle of honey mustard and squirted it into the mug, mixing it with the pickle juice with a Korean spoon.
"Boo...?"
"Mm?" Heechul picked up the mug and started chugging its contents.
Jaejoong recoiled in horror and threw up into his mouth.
"Boo, what are you doing?!"
"AAAHHHHHH." Heechul slammed down the mug. "That's better."
"BOO! WHY?!"
"Baby craves strange things, Jaejae." Heechul said, stroking his stomach. "Don't you, goochieboo?"
"It's for the baby?" Jaejoong said in a strangled whisper.
"Mmmmmmhmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Goochie goochie goo," he giggled, tickling his stomach.
"That was disgusting! Can't it like more normal things?"
"Like what?"
"Kimuchi!" Jaejoong flashed a smile and a peace sign.
Heechul gagged.
"What kind of Korean are you?!" Jaejoong gasped, clutching at his heart full of kimchi.
"What about you? It's kimchi, not kimuchi!"
"Oh whatever!"
"Yo man, touch, this is important!" Heechul jabbed him in the shoulder. "Traitor! That's what you are, Kim Jaejoong! A traitor!"
Jaejoong gasped. "How dare you call me by my full name?!"
"Oh, I'm sorry, Jaejae."
"That's alright."
"Jaejaebooboo," Heechul crooned, pinching his collarbone.
"Yes, Chullieboo?"
"It's cuddle hour!"

Chapter Two-hundred-nineteen:

Junsu slammed his door shut and locked it, diving onto the bed as he had been taught to in dive school and sobbing hysterically into his pillow.
The floor outsider his room creaked.
"YOOCHUN, GO AWAY!" he shrieked, hiding under the blankets. "LEAVE ME ALONE!"
Creeeeeeeeeeak.
He stared at the door in horror as the light beneath the door vanished.
"Baby," Yoochun crooned. "I won't hurt you. I'ma love you long time and make you real happy."
Junsu shuddered and moaned, clutching his pillow.
"Yoochun, no. I don't want you!"
Yoochun stuck his fingers beneath the door and wiggled them.
"I said no! When did you get to be such a creepy stalker, huh?!"
"For youuuuuuu."
Junsu leapt up and flew to the door.
"Omo! Are you opening up for me, baby?" Yoochun's excited voice chirped, wiggling his fingers faster.
Junsu stomped down on them with his shoe, again and again and again and agaaaaaayuhn!
Yoochun howled in pain and withdrew his crushed hand.
"FINE," he yelled. "BITCH. I'LL FIND SOMEONE WHO CAN APPRECIATE THIS SEXINESS RIGHT HERE."
"GO!" Junsu sobbed. "DON'T COME BACK."
"SEE IF I DO!"
Yoochun stormed to a hospital to get his hand amputated.

Chapter Two-hundred-twenty:

"Edward could hike up this mountain easily," Yunho gushed, glancing back at Lee Hyori and Changmin, who were following him up the steep side of a mountain, grabbing onto trees as they pulled themselves up through the thick foliage. "He's so strong. He eats mountain lions because he wouldn't dare hurt a human!"
He sighed dreamily.
"I can't wait to meet him, you guys! I can't wait to be held in his strong diamond arms and have him breathe his perfumed breath onto my face before he kisses me with his icy lips and whispers his literally undying love for me, holding me in his beautiful strong arms as he kisses me with his beautiful icy lips and his beautiful face so close. Ahhh, soon, soon!"
He shook his fist in the air and upped the pace.
"And you know, he can cook and play piano and do everything. He's so smart. He can do anything."
"Can he," murmured Lee Hyori, pausing to wipe her brow. Changmin hit her arm and sent her a withering glance.
"What?" Lee Hyori mouthed furiously.
"Don't encourage him!" Changmin mouthed back, flinging his hands up in despair.
Lee Hyori rolled her eyes and started hiking again.
"Oh, Edward, Edward, I wonder where you are?" Yunho sighed. "Will I find you soon? My love? My pet? My shining diamond with your amber eyes of admirable restraint? When we meet, what shall we do? Shall we be abstinent until you propose to me and draw me into your marital embrace and bed? Oh, Edward."
"Jesus fucking christ," Changmin breathed, covering his ears as he climbed after them.
"Oh, look, everyone! A cave! Maybe Edward is hiding inside waiting for me!" He skipped up towards a cave settled into the mountainside.
He stopped and cupped his hand around his ear, leaning towards it.
"Do you hear that? It sounds like...a guitar! My Edward is musical! It must be him!"
He skipped to the entrance of the cave so speedily that Lee Hyori and Changmin had to jog to keep up with him.
They entered the cave and laid eyes on a mysterious figure leaning over a guitar, strumming it emotively, their back turned to them. A sheet of long black hair hung down over his shoulders.
"Edward? You dyed your hair?"
The figure turned around.

s2fics

aidenrose — Thu, 25 Mar 2010 05:03:42 GMT

Hi everyone~ ^^

I'm posting this just to let all of you know that from now on, all of my personal fan fiction will be posted to s2fics . All of my collaborative fics with tvxqsocks will still be posted here, however~! ^^

I will not be removing any fics from this community, but all new installments will be posted at s2fics, so please look there for updates and stuff. ^^ I posted chapter six of Polychromatic Us there a few minutes ago. I hope that you will watch my new community as well as this one. ^^;

Thank you!!!

<3

HaeHyuk One-shot: Valentine's Day

aidenrose — Sun, 21 Mar 2010 07:27:27 GMT

Title: Valentine's Day
Length: One-shot / 3,157
Genre: Romance, Comedy
Pairing: Donghae / Eunhyuk
Rating: PG
Synopsis: Hyukjae receives an anonymous letter on Valentine's Day (how original this synopsis is... >_>).

I really wanted to write this for Valentine's Day, but when it actually came around I had writer's block...But it's too fun a prompt to let go, so it's belated. ^^; I had so much fun writing it. Please read and enjoy! ^ ^ /

Thanks to tvxqsocks for betaing it. ^^

Valentine's Day

Hyukjae couldn't remember a time when he didn't know that the saddest thing in love is unrequited love. Since he was in kindergarten, he had suffered the blows of unrequited playground crushes. In middle school it only got worse, when he started to get crushes on boys. He felt like the main character of a melodramatic tragedy, the shy and slim (not to mention handsome) youth that looked upon his love interests from afar with, almost beautifully, no choice but to abstain from them.

It wasn't much of a surprise that he related so well to the scores of dramas, plays, novels, movies, lyrics and poetry dedicated to the broken heart and irreversible circumstance of sorry, I just don't like you. The result of his fascination with the melodramatic and romantic was that he himself became a bit of a romantic teenager, lost in daydreams where the people he liked confessed their hidden heart palpitations to him, and they lived happily ever after together.

He was by no means a loner, of course. It was nearly impossible for someone as talented and handsome as him to not make friends in a high school where talent and looks alike were valued. He actually knew both sides of the razor-sharp blade known as romance; girls often confessed to him. Really pretty, sweet, smart girls. He went out with one once, but it failed miserably because he couldn't rouse enough interest in her to make dates fun. He just wasn't into girls.

Any time a cute boy walked past him with his top shirt buttons undone during breaks, his bag held casually over his shoulder, his wrist bent just so, it caught his attention and made him blush and more if he wasn't careful. This year was particularly bad; a crazy beautiful boy had transferred into his class from Mokpo and caught his eye as strongly as if he had hooked it. He had such a crush on him that he thanked the universe daily that he wasn't sitting next to him.

Everyone liked this new boy, Lee Donghae. He was like an energetic puppy full of good intentions set loose on the class; just impossible not to like. He had everything and more that made Hyukjae popular, too - good looks, good grades, and he could sing and dance, whereas Hyukjae felt that he could only dance well. Of course, Hyukjae had only heard by word of mouth that he could sing well, because Hyukjae would never allow himself near him for long enough to hear him sing. He was sure that the sound of his beautiful voice singing would be enough to make him die of a broken heart for real.

Girls loved him especially, and as far as Hyukjae could see, he loved girls, too. They flocked to him like birds, and he smiled at all of them and talked with them about...well, he didn't know what they talked about. But it was always very animated, and when he braved glances over at them, it looked a lot like show and tell, girls always bringing things out of their bags and showing him. He had to admire his patience to go along with that - who could care so much about girls' hair clips and photographs of idols? Unless the idols were boys, he thought dreamily, his chin slipping off of his hand.

It was lucky for him that he wasn't forced to interact with him too much. He was only subjected to hearing his friends express their grudging admiration towards him; they couldn't exactly dislike such a likable person just because the girls liked him so much. When they complained about it, Hyukjae morosely reminded them that Donghae couldn't date all of them, and this was usually enough to make them shut up for a while.

Hyukjae dreaded the day that his friends broke the ice with Donghae and became his friends, too. Once that happened, who knew what kind of sledge hammer would crush his heart? A deep blow he wasn't unfamiliar with - being forced to spend time with your crush when they don't like you. Few things would be more awkward, he thought, than being caught staring at him over lunch and asked what his interest was in the way he chewed.

His female friends already knew the boy well. They didn't talk to Hyukjae much about him, though, because that was awkward. Plus, a girl telling a boy she likes about a boy she likes doesn't work when the boy she likes doesn't care that the she likes another boy. He shook his head at the scenarios of the past and blew a kiss to his inability to get jealous.

A day was soon approaching when his feelings would take another plummet: Valentine's Day. Every year it presented him with another opportunity to remember everyone he had ever had a crush, and wallow in self-pity. He would sigh at the bubbling romances going on around him, and huddle in the figurative corner with everyone else who didn't get the valentine they wanted. Then he would damn his genetic makeup and cry on the shoulder of a rejected girl in the back of art class in the afternoon, and together they would feel marginally better about their circumstances.

The worst part, though, was that he would be bombarded with cards and chocolates from admiring girls. Sometimes he thought it would be better if he just removed himself from society - no girls would like him, and he wouldn't see any boys to like, either. Tempting as it was, he had a little more hope for his college days. Full steam ahead through math and science towards those exams.

For a few years, he had thought that Valetine's Day was a brilliant day; he received free chocolate and compliments. Hard not to like, really, but after a while it got old, and he started to feel bad for the purses of the people who bought him gifts. They were wasting their efforts, but he couldn't exactly tell them that he wasn't attracted to girls. He had learned to come up with more creative excuses, like I'm allergic to your perfume, but please don't ever stop wearing it because I know this guy who loves it. Yes, him over there. Go get him, tiger.

This particular Valentine's Day, the Valentine's Day of his second year in high school, he made his way to his classroom, sat down at his desk, and used his arms as a pillow. Pretending to sleep was the perfect way to avoid his classmates as long as possible. He dreaded the rest of the day, dreaded rejecting the girls who would confess to him, dreaded the nervous atmosphere that was already starting to fill the school, but most of all dreaded feeling left out of it all. He wouldn't run back to his friends, overjoyed and smiling, because the person he liked confessed to him. It just wasn't going to happen.

He shifted onto his other cheek, looking up at the clock first and then sneaking a glance at the object of his desire, who was sitting tapping his desk with a nervous energy. Who knows why, Hyukjae thought as he closed his eyes again and dozed until class began.

He carried his gloomy mood through all of his classes until lunch time, when the confessions began from girls who caught him in the corridors and shyly told him how they liked him. He rejected them as graciously as he could, accepting their gifts and thanking them. He hated to make people cry. He passed the day in such a way, viewing the end of the day as the blue sky at the end of a dark and narrow tunnel.

He collapsed on his bed that night, staring at the ceiling blankly for a whole ten minutes before sitting up and retrieving his school bag from the floor. He brought his two boxes of chocolate out from it and set them in a stack on his desk, briefly wondering if he could pass them off as gifts to other people. His eyes filled with tears as he looked at them, and he sniffled and hid his face in a tissue. A mere five seconds later he grimaced and sat down at his desk, reaching in again for his homework.

He paused as his fingers closed over an envelope, and he drew it out and looked at it in horror. Someone must have slipped it into his bag while he wasn't around. He almost moaned as he sat back in his chair and looked at it. It was a plain letter, without any fancy hearts or squiggles drawn over it, and only had his name written on the front. He considered throwing it away, but that seemed disrespectful.

He opened the envelop and drew out a carefully folded piece of ordinary notebook paper. He opened it, and out fell another folded piece of paper onto his lap. He picked it up and looked at it; it was a gift certificate for a local chocolate shop. He glanced between it and the letter and then quickly moved on to reading it.

Happy Valentine's Day, Lee Hyukjae!

I don't know what kind of chocolate you like, so please use this gift certificate to get your favorite kind. If you go out with me I promise I'll make Valentine's Day more original each year.

I think you know who I am, but you would probably never guess who I am from this letter. I thank the technological age for never having had an opportunity to show you my handwriting before. But if, by some special chance, you do figure out who I am, please don't mention this to me unless you think you like me. I mean it would be nice if you were sure you liked me, but thinking you like me is okay too. As long as you don't lead me on, okay? Don't mention it to me if you're just curious or something. I have a sensitive heart. But really, if you do figure out who I am and you do like me, please please please talk to me, because I like you a lot.

xoxo

He frowned, intrigued by its anonymity, and read it again. It was kind of cute and sweet, he thought sadly, and it set itself apart from the rest he had received by not containing any praise. The person who wrote it didn't want to be known? Strange. It didn't sound as if they were going to approach him later, hands clasped beneath their chin innocently, to ask him if he'd received a letter, and oh yes, it was them, but they were just too shy to write their name. He zoned out. Had that ever happened to him? No, he'd just seen that in anime.

"Girl, girl, girl, girl," he said under his breath as he counted his spoils and remembered the confessions he'd gotten earlier, his eyes coming to rest on the letter again. "Girl...?"

His mind and stomach did a backflip. What if it wasn't a girl, and that was why it was anonymous? What if there was another boy-loving boy hidden in the catacombs of his school, stealing glances at him while he wasn't looking and fantasizing about him during his breaks and history classes? What would he look like? Where would he be? The audacity of putting a letter in his schoolbag!

He scrutinized the handwriting, and it was true that he didn't recognize it. Maybe he could show it to people in his class and ask if they recognized it? But then again, if they did recognize it, that might expose the author when the author didn't want to be known to anyone. But then again, the author clearly wanted to go out with him. But what if he searched for the author only to find out that it was a girl?

He sighed. The odds of it being a boy were slim to say the least. Maybe he should just forget it about it and move on, he thought, and soon decided that forgetting about it would be the best course of action. He folded it back into its envelope and put it in his desk drawer. But it stayed with him during the two weeks that followed, like a gnat, flying around his head and reminding him that somewhere in the school, there was an unknown person that liked him.

One day he was hiding up on the roof, sitting against the wall hunched down into his scarf and jacket and and glaring up at the sky, willing the sun to shine with more warmth. Some days he just wanted to be alone, and the roof was the best place for that in school. Not only could he be alone, he could also breathe in fresh air and feel the sun. It was completely peaceful, he decided, hunkering down into his clothing more. Soon it would be even pleasanter as the weather warmed up.

The door to the roof opened with a bang, and none other than Lee Donghae tumbled through the doorway and stood up out of a somersault, dusting himself off. Hyukjae stared, unsure of whether he should blush or just stare as he closed the door and stretched in the sun. What was he doing? Training to be a ninja?

Donghae spotted him mid-stretch and dropped his arms quickly. Hyukjae felt his heart explode; was Donghae blushing? Of course he was, he answered himself, blushing in turn. He had just been caught pulling off a silly stunt like catapulting through a doorway. Really, what had he expected? It wasn't impossible that more people would be up here. Hyukjae narrowed his eyes for a second and then gave a little wave. Donghae waved back and then shoved his hands into his pockets.

Why was he acting so weirdly? Hyukjae looked away for a second, and when he looked back, Donghae was still standing there like a statue, his cheeks burning, staring directly at Hyukjae. The look on his face made Hyukjae want to disappear.

"Hi," he said shyly, taking a hesitant step forward. "What are you doing up here?"

"Practicing invisibility," Hyukjae answered.

"Ah." Donghae paused, wavering between another step. "How's that going?"

"Not well, as you can see." Hyukjae giggled in his head. Get it? As you can see?

Donghae laughed. "That's funny."

Is it? Hyukjae wanted to ask, followed by a sudden desire to leap into Donghae's arms and be spun around. If Donghae thought he was funny, they must be perfect for each other.

"So, um."

"Yeah?" Hyukjae debated whether he should stand up or not. But as it was, his scarf was conveniently covering his cheeks.

"Nothing." Donghae shrugged. "Aren't you kind of cold?"

"Cold?" Hyukjae blinked. "I guess. A little bit."

Donghae blushed even more, fueling the fire of Hyukjae's cheeks again. What is this? Hyukjae wondered, his head spinning. They were just saying awkward things and blushing at each other up here on the roof. Oh my god. This is perfect. What a perfect setting in which Donghae could confess his feelings and drop to his knees before him and tenderly warm his hands with his own! What a romantic gesture it would be, so early in their relationship. No, at any time! He could do that any time, and it would make Hyukjae love him.

"I just came up here to get some air," Donghae said, nodding quickly. "I didn't...I mean, I didn't know...you were here."

Hyukjae's heart shot to the floor. He opened his mouth to apologize or tell him he could leave - he hadn't actually decided which he should say - but was cut short by Donghae suddenly turning around and grabbing the door handle.

"Wait!" Hyukjae called, scrambling to his feet.

Donghae looked over his shoulder, his hand frozen, holding the handle tightly.

"Um. You don't have to leave."

"It's okay," Donghae said in what Hyukjae imagined to be a pained tone. My god, he thought, he must either love me or hate me!

"Did you..." Hyukjae blushed and ran a hand through his hair, caught by a sudden inspiration. "Did you write me a letter?"

"A-a-a l-letter?" Donghae stammered, his hand slipping off of the handle.

"Yes," Hyukjae answered, feeling suddenly more confident. If he hadn't, why would he answer so nervously?

"Uh..."

"You did, didn't you?" Oh please let him say yes.

"Well..." He took in a huge breath of air and turned around. "Yes."

"You did?" Hyukjae almost squeaked. "I don't believe this!"

Donghae nodded, covering his cheeks with his hands.

"I only did it because everyone encouraged me to," he said quickly. "You know, because you never go out with anyone, some of the girls in our class figured that you might like boys, and since they know I like you...I mean, if you don't, it's okay, but...Oh my god, did you just ask me if I wrote you a letter?"

"I like you," Hyukjae said, quickly running what Donghae had said through his mind a few times. Some of the girls thought he was gay? Wait - people knew Donghae was gay?

"I like you too," Donghae said quietly, staring at his feet. "A lot."

Hyukjae bit his lip and quickly wiped away a few tears. "Really?"

"Really." He nodded shallowly.

"Well, maybe we should, uh..." Hyukjae blinked a few times. "What should we do?"

"We could...kiss...or something."

"Well, uh..." Hyukjae almost slapped himself. What was he stalling for? "Okay."

Hyukjae half expected Donghae to cartwheel over to him or something, but he just walked over to him after a few awkward seconds of silence in which both of them were frantically wondering who was supposed to make the first move. Hyukjae thought his heart would crack his ribs as Donghae stood in front of him and tilted his head, waiting just one more second for Hyukjae to shriek and run away. He kissed him, lightly and shyly. Hyukjae thought he would die right there, his life complete. A boy he liked kissed him.

"Um, you...you write really cute letters," Hyukjae said quietly after a few seconds, breaking the silence.

"Thanks." Donghae smiled shyly at first, and then it turned into a grin. Hyukjae couldn't help but smile back. "Did you use the certificate?"

"No," Hyukjae answered, really regretting that he hadn't now.

"We could go after school," he said pointedly.

What a fantastic idea.

"Absolutely," Hyukjae replied, feeling suddenly giddy. "A date?"

"Something like that." Donghae laughed, grabbed both of his hands, kissed him, and then positively skipped to the door. He looked back as he opened it. "Meet me outside school later!"

Hyukjae waited until he was sure that Donghae was gone, and then let out a silent scream of glee.

Eunhae One-shot: Fish for the Fishy

aidenrose — Sun, 14 Mar 2010 06:16:59 GMT

Title: Fish for the Fishy
Length: One-shot / 660
Genre: Fluff
Pairing: Eunhyuk / Donghae
Rating: G
Synopsis: Eunhyuk is taking Donghae on a secret trip - blindfolded!

I had to decide between Fish for the Fishy, Fishy for the Fish, and Fish for the Fish. D:

Fish for the Fishy

"Where are we?" Donghae asked, laughing and holding onto the car door as he balanced himself. He was blindfolded. He shut the door just as Eunhyuk walked around the car and took his hand.

"You'll see." He led him assertively for some distance, occasionally dropping misleading hints about their whereabouts. Donghae could tell that it was a crowded place by the amount of noise; people talking and footsteps all around. He couldn't tell if they were underground or aboveground, inside or outside, though. He tightened his hold on Eunhyuk's hand, and Eunhyuk squeezed his in response.

"Are we almost there?" he asked as Eunhyuk guided him up a step.

"Almost."

"How close?"

"Close."

"Where are we?" Donghae laughed. Eunhyuk laughed too and slowly came to a halt.

"If I leave you here, will you promise not to peek or move?"

"How long will you be gone?"

A short pause. "Three minutes."

"Okay, I promise."

"Here, hold onto this post so you don't lose your balance and fall over." Because you really might, he thought.

"Okay, okay. Three minutes."

Eunhyuk left, and Donghae lazily wrapped an arm around the post. He really wanted to peek and see where he was, but he promised he wouldn't - and a promise he made to Eunhyuk was one that he kept, no matter what. It was a torturous three minutes for him, battling his curiosity with his devotion to Eunhyuk. When it seemed like he couldn't bear to wait any longer, Eunhyuk reappeared, teasingly asking if he'd peeked.

They held hands again and walked a short distance. He could tell by the way that Eunhyuk's body moved and the soft whoosh of air that he opened a door - and his suspicions were confirmed when he detected the subtle change in quality of air and sound. They were inside.

"Seriously, where are we?"

"Wait just a little longer."

Thirty seconds later, they stopped and Eunhyuk slowly untied his blindfold as Donghae bubbled with excitement. The blindfold fell away, and Donghae blinked a few times. It didn't take long for his eyes to adjust, because they were in a dark place, and after a few seconds he gasped. Before him was a huge glass window to an aquarium where fish from South America, colorful and vibrant, darted to and fro in their environment. It was breathtakingly beautiful.

"Wow," was all he could say. "Wow."

Eunhyuk laughed. "I brought you to the aquarium."

"No kidding..." he tore his eyes away from the fish to look at him. "This is great!"

Eunhyuk smiled. "I'm happy that you like it."

"I can't believe how beautiful they are," he said wonderingly, taking an extra step closer to the glass. "I wish I could swim with them."

"See what they look like from their own viewpoint? Yeah. Me too."

"I guess this is as good as it gets, huh..."

"Short of diving, I think so."

"We're lucky," Donghae said softly. "Really lucky that we can see this."

"Mm." Eunhyuk nodded, touching the glass with his fingertips.

They watched the fish for several minutes, taking in each individual beautiful intricacy available to their eyes. Then Donghae turned to Eunhyuk and hugged him. "Thank you for taking me here," he said.

"There's a lot more to see...including clown fish," Eunhyuk said, hugging him in return. "And you're welcome. I've actually wanted to bring you here for a long time."

"Thank you," he said again. Eunhyuk smiled and linked his fingers with Donghae's. "C'mon. Let's go explore."

"Okay." Donghae smiled. "How big is the aquarium?"

"It's really large. It'll take us a few hours to get through."

"Seriously?"

"Probably." They smiled at each other a few seconds. A few hours to get through it with you. They turned and walked, side-by-side, through the rest of the aquarium, meeting each new tank and display with as much enthusiasm as the last. At some point, Donghae laughed secretly: fish for your fishy, is it?

HaeHyuk One-shot: Assigned Seating

aidenrose — Thu, 11 Mar 2010 06:23:20 GMT

Title: Assigned Seating
Length: One-shot / 835
Genre: Fluff
Pairings: Donghae / Eunhyuk
Rating: G
Synopsis: Assigned seating on an airplane has separated Donghae and Eunhyuk, to Eunhyuk's disappointment.

I wrote this on my mom's laptop during my plane ride to Brazil...and only recently got it off of there and on onto my computer. Here it is, finally! :D Please read and enjoy! ^ ^ /

Assigned Seating

Eunhyuk walked down the airplane aisle, looking between his boarding pass, the plaques above the seating rows, and back at Donghae, trying to remember where he was sitting, and if he had even asked him.

Why, he wondered, grimacing a little bit, hadn't he at least walked on with him?

He found his seat, threw one last glance at him, and sat down. He shoved his bag beneath the seat in front of him and then watched in disappointment as Donghae sat down a row ahead of him, on the opposite side of the plane. The chances of them sitting together with assigned seating in an like airplane like this were slim, he knew. He sighed, and was tempted to lean across and hit him and suggest that they sit together, but Eeteuk slipped in next to him and wondered aloud about the complimentary services and the time it would take them to get to their destination. As if the service would be any different, or the time was a mystery, Eunhyuk thought, narrowing his eyes at him, annoyed.

Eeteuk pursed his lips at Eunhyuk's expression, and Eunhyuk looked out of the window resignedly, ignoring Eeteuk's lilting interrogations about his mood.

It wasn't Eeteuk's fault. He was just a poor substitute for who Eunhyuk had really wanted to spend three hours with.

Eeteuk quieted down eventually and pulled his hat down over his tired eyes - which, as with most of the members' eyes, had heavy purple bags beneath them - and hugged his travel pillow.

Since he wasn't sitting next to Donghae, the best way to speed up time was to sleep. But he couldn't sleep, because he could see Donghae from where he was sitting, and every so often, Donghae would glance back at him.

It wasn't Donghae's fault either.

It was just assigned seating, and there was nothing they could do short of kicking Eeteuk out of his seat and making him trade with Donghae. Eunhyuk looked at Eeteuk's sleeping form and sighed. It's only three hours, he thought. It's not really worth it.

By now, Eunhyuk had gotten used to flying, and he no longer found it to be stressful. He barely even noticed as the plane departed and ascended into the sky. He didn't even notice when it leveled off again at high altitude and the flight attendant gave them permission to use electronic devices again. He didn't even register it when Eeteuk woke up and stretched. He didn't notice any of it, because he was preoccupied by looking at Donghae and wishing that he had arranged to sit next to him before they boarded.

"You want to sit next to him, don't you?"

Eunhyuk blinked and looked at Eeteuk, who was smiling at him out of the corner of his eye.

"No," Eunhyuk lied, blushing a little bit. "It's okay."

"Were you staring at him the entire time?"

He just looked at Eeteuk, giving away the answer.

"I'll ask him to switch with me."

"It's okay," he said again shyly. "It's no big deal."

"I want to sit next to Kangin anyway."

"Eh? Why?"

"Donghae's sitting next to him. I'm jealous."

"You're not seriously jealous..."

"Aren't you jealous, too?" Eeteuk reached down and retrieved his bag. "Why don't we just make this simple?"

Eeteuk stood up and winked at him as he made his way towards Donghae and tapped him on the shoulder. Eunhyuk blushed as Donghae glanced up, removed his headphones, and asked him what he wanted. Donghae glanced at Eunhyuk, and then stood up and gave his seat to Eeteuk. Eeteuk threw Eunhyuk a smile as he sat down and went right back to his sleeping position without saying more than two words to Kangin.

Donghae sat down and slung his headphones around his neck. He leaned across the armrest and spoke in a low voice next to Eunhyuk's ear.

"Did you know that Eeteuk really wanted to sit next to Kangin?"

"Really?" Eunhyuk asked innocently, feigning curiosity. He glanced at Eeteuk again, and he wasn't acting as if he was very happy to be sitting next to him. He was just sleeping.

"Yeah." Donghae smiled. "But he's been sleeping the whole time."

"Poor Eeteuk."

Donghae nodded and settled into his new seat. He looked at Eunhyuk for a few seconds, and then Eunhyuk watched as it dawned on him.

"Oh," he said softly. "You wanted to sit next to me."

"No, that's..." he trailed off as Donghae raised an eyebrow. "Yes."

Donghae smiled and put his headphones back on. He reached over and held Eunhyuk's hand so casually that anyone passing by probably wouldn't have even noticed. It just seemed so natural.

"Okay like this?" Donghae murmured, closing his eyes.

"Yes." Eunhyuk leaned his head back, and rather than go to sleep, counted the minutes and seconds, absolutely content to be doing nothing more than taking advantage of the small amount of time, the small intimacy, that a simple plane ride and an astute friend provided them with.

MBLAQ 30 drabbles challenge.

tvxqsocks — Thu, 11 Feb 2010 09:43:46 GMT

I think I'm gonna go ahead and give this a shot. Because I can. :D So, this is my archive post. :DDD

PROMPT; PAIRING
1. Red; AC*
2. Argument; Joon/Seungho
3. Dilemma; AC*
4. Friendship overcame love; Cheondoong/Joon
5. Smile; AC*
6. Gift; Joon/Mir
7. Rain; G.O/Joon
8. Watching you sleep; AC*
9. Rehearsal; Mir/Seungho
10. Cold; G.O/Mir
11. Prank; Mir/Seungho
12. Song; G.O/Seungho
13. Smell; Joon/Mir
14. No more alcohol; Cheondoong/G.O
15. # times, one time; AC*
16. I'm better than you; Cheondoong/Mir
17. Lips; Joon/Seungho
18. Sun; Cheondoong/Seungho
19. Makeup; G.O/ Seungho
20. Live on stage; G.O/Joon
21. Flower; Cheondoong/Joon
22. Clean; AC*
23. Colourful; Cheondoong/Mir
24. Bad boy; G.O/Mir
25. Stupid; Cheondoong/Seungho
26. Dead; AC*
27. You suck at being romantic; AC*
28. Food; AC*
29. Girlgroups; AC*
30. Forever; AC*

* Author's choice

You'll be seeing these pop up every once in a while. I'm trying to get out of my writer's block funk, and I'm kinda sorta hoping this will help.

The Chronicles of Jaechul, Part Twenty One

aidenrose — Thu, 14 Jan 2010 06:33:44 GMT

Title: The Chronicles of Jaechul
Authors: aidenrose and tvxqsocks
Part: Twenty One (Chapters 201-210)
Previous parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 8, Se7en, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20
Total length: 777 chapters de gozaimasu.
Rating: PG-13 (sex changes, pregnancy, minor violence, language, and general stupidity. Contains a lot of jokes meant to be read and appreciated by true fans of SM Town ~~and other fandoms~~.)
Disclaimer: This is in no way meant to be offensive. It is intended to be taken as humor.
Frequency of Updates: Every day that is a multiple of seven.
Genre: Crack fan fiction. A.K.A, ridiculous parody-like nonsense. Humor.
Pairing: Jaejoong x Heechul
Synopsis: In order to get revenge against Lee Soo Man pushing him down a flght of stairs, Heechul gets the sex change he's always craved. Later he meets Jaejoong and it's love at first sight. This fic is about their daughter, Jaechul. That's a subplot.

Loving You a Thousand Times is responsible for the influence in chapter 209. ~~what an awesome drama.~~ Ooooooh chihuahua!

Chapter Two-hundred-one:

"And a cherry on toooooop," giggled Jaejoong, wiggling a maraschino cherry over Heechul's open mouth.
"Aigoo! Just give it to me!"
"Give it to you?"
"Give it to me!"
Jaejoong's mind wandered into the land of dirty thoughts.
"Heeeeey, Chula..."
"What?" Heechul frowned. "Come on, just give me the damn cherry!"
"We're all alone here..."
"Mhmm." Heechul tried to grab the cherry, and Jaejoong's slow reflexes failed him. He ate the cherry with gusto characteristic of a healthy Heechul and uncharacteristic of a Heechul with seven concussions.
"So we could..."
Heechul snatched the hot fudge sundae out of Jaejoong's hands and savored the cool feeling of ice cream slipping down his throat and into his gut.
"You know..." Jaejoong sidled up to Heechul. "Do stuff..."
"Stuff?" Heechul raised an eyebrow and stuffed another spoonful of sundae, dripping with chocolate, into his mouth. "What kinda stuff?"
"Oh, you know...Jaechul stuff..."
"Oh." Heechul paused and licked his lips. "You mean that kind of stuff."
"When two people love each other very much..."
"Eh? Are you quoting something?"
"...Noooooooooooooooo...sweetieboo...I can make up my own stuff too..."
"Oh, Jaejae. I know you can."
"So how about we put down that sundae...eh?" Jaejoong rubbed his hands together.
"Jaejae..."
"Yes, loveypoo?"
"My dad's in this camp."
Jaejoong facepalmed.
"Oh my god, I forgot," he moaned.
"And my brothers." Heechul scraped the fudge from the sides of the bowl. "And everyone else in k-pop..."
"That isn't true!"
"Yeah? Who isn't here?"
"...Rain."
"Did you check the weather report?"
"No...we have no service here!"
"Well then how do you know?"

Chapter Two-hundred-two:

The Devil stood with the wind blowing his black locks gracefully. Pinned to his side was Yesung, who watched in awe as the Devil communicated silently with two meaty deer, drawing them closer with every second. The rest of their hunting party stood back and watched, just as transfixed, but not nearly as worshipful, as Yesung.
"Yesung," the Devil whispered.
"Yes?"
"Watch carefully and hope this never happens to you."
Yesung gulped. Just a minute ago the Devil had been swinging his hand as they walked through the forest, ignoring the other members of their party. And now this. Yesung had a very bad feeling about whatever was going to happen next.
"Heeeeere, kitty, kitty," the Devil crooned.
"Kitty?"
"Anything can be a kitty, Yesung. Now shh. I'm performing miracles."
The two deer lined up with their heads together in a line.
"Distract them."
"What?"
"Them." The Devil motioned over his shoulder. "Distract them. They're too innocent for this."
"And I'm not?"
"You're married to me."
Yesung rolled his eyes and then gasped exaggeratedly.
"Look, guys! What could that be?" He pointed to the side.
Everyone looked in the direction that Yesung had pointed.
There was a gunshot, and the two deer fell down simultaneously.

Chapter Two-hundred-three:

"Wasn't that good for bonding, Taemin?" Donghae patted his shoulder and closed the book. They read it cover-to-cover.
"I...I do feel kind of close to you two, now..."
"And now you know so much more!" Eunhyuk smiled. "Just remember...you know, when things quiet down...take things slow with Key. If he loves you, he'll wait for you."
"And protection is worth it." Donghae nodded and patted the book.
"I didn't realize STDs could be so scary."
Eunhae nodded soberly.
"Have you ever gotten any, hyung?"
"No, we've never! We're free of diseases. Except the love disease." Donghae coughed.
"We caught it so badly..."
"That wasn't in the book..."
"That's because true love doesn't happen to everyone, Taemin."
"Well!" Donghae clapped his hands together. "Shall we get a snack and go see if Chula has woken up yet?"
"You go," Eunhyuk said. "I'm going to nap."
"What? Then I have to, too..."
"Why? You can go!"
"Why won't you come see Chula?"
"We're not that close..."
"Come with me...just for a bit, okay? I'm not sleepy."
"Can't you bear to be away from me for twenty minutes?"
"No, I can't bear it!"
"Fine, fine." Eunhyuk sighed and stood up. "I'll come with you. And then we nap. And you have to leave then, Taemin."
"Why?"
"Because the book will become relevant to real life in new ways?"
"Seriously?" Taemin blinked.
"No." Donghae laughed. "We'll just snuggle and go to sleep."
"I wish I had a sweet boyfriend, too..." Taemin sighed.
"Soon-to-be husband." Donghae and Eunhyuk smiled at each other.
"What, seriously?! You're getting married?!"
"After we get out of the woods, yup."
"Want to come?" Eunhyuk glanced between Taemin and Donghae. "I mean, we need witnesses. And it'd be nice to have people there. I feel close to Taemin now."
"So do I!"
"Oh, please! I want to come!"

Chapter Two-hundred-four:

Se7en lay in his seventh sleeping bag in the seventh tent in the camp, taking seven callers from his seventh helpline.
"Hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello?"
"Oh, Se7en! Is that really you? Am I caller seven?"
"No, but you are still lucky in seven ways. What is your seventh problem?"
"My family refuses to accept the ways of the sevens! No matter how I try, they insist that there are better numbers!"
"That is blasphemous in seven ways!"
"I know, right?" caller six sobbed.
"There, there. Shed no more than seven tears over this matter."
"I'll try," she sniffled.
"Here is what you must do. Are you ready in seven ways? I'm going to give you seven pieces of sevenly advice."
"I'm ready."
"Give your family the opportunity to embrace the sevens on their own by doing these seven simple things. First, make sure that your family rises at seven in the morning and goes to bed at seven at night. Second, do away with three meals a day. Get them to eat seven snacks seven days a week instead! Third, make sure that they drink no more and no less than seven glasses of water each day. They must wash themselves seven times in the shower, and their showers must last seven minutes. On the sevenths of every month, they must do seven chores to keep the house in sevenly order. And speaking of houses, move until you reach your seventh abode. It will be the most comfortable place imaginable in seventy-seven years. And finally, on the most important number, buy my CDs and play them in the house for seven hours each day."
"Omgoo!" She gasped. "Se7en, why so wise?!"
"I am Se7en."
"Good point. I love you!"
"Se7en loves you too! Okay baby, that was your seven minutes. Time to hang up. Adios!"
"Adios bonito!"
She hung up.
Se7en waited seven minutes before taking his seventh caller.

Chapter Two-hundred-five:

"Dad, are you okay?" Shindong tilted his head at the figure of Kangin on all fours, staring at one of the deer carcasses, a thin stream of drool drooling out of his mouth.
"Eh?"
Lee Hyori stood beside Shindong and fidgeted with her nails. "Is he okay?"
"Dad, look at me?"
"I say we just go for it," Kangin moaned.
"What?"
Kangin smacked his chops. "Just...bite and...eat..."
"Uh...Dad, it's raw. You can't even bite through its fur."
"Extension of my teeth..." Kangin held up a hunting knife. "Rawrrr..."
Shindong and Lee Hyori exchanged a glance.
"There is only one way to break him out of his ursal trance."
"What's that?"
"Sing and dance."
"Really?"
"Rawrrrrrrararararrrrrrr."
"We should hurry. Dad's bear nature is starting to really show."
"Is there any other way?"
"Well, we could call Mom, but we don't have cellphone service here!"
"Then quick!" Lee Hyori took position. "Let's sing to my hit song and save him from himself! GUUUUURRRRLLLLLL, HAY YOU GO GURL! DE LE DE LE DAT DAT DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT GURRRRLL!"
"That isn't working!'
Kangin inched towards the deer on his paws.
"Change the lyrics!"
"Uh...uh...I can't!"
"Then I'll do it!" Shindong started dancing. "BEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAARR! HAY YOU GO BEARRR! RAWR RAWR RAWR RAWR DAT DAT DAAAAAAAT BEAR!"
Kangin looked up."Rawr?"
"I LIEK DEM BEARS DATS HARD TUH GIT! I LIEK DEM BEARS DATS HARD TUH GIT! BEARS BEARS BEARS BEARS, BEARS I DO ADOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!"
"Shin...dong...?" Kangin's eyes cleared. "You love me that much?"
"Yes, Dad!"
"Oh, son!"
"Oh, Dad!'
"Son, son, son!"
"Dad, Dad, Dad!"
Kangin leapt to his back two paws and walked erect to Shindong. He embraced him with an emotional rawr and clapped his shoulder with a large and heavy paw. Bears are misunderstood and affectionate creatures.

Chapter Two-hundred-six:

"Your shoulders are attractive as hell when you carry heavy things."
"How dare you? Hell is not that pretty."
"Well excuse me for living in a place that doesn't suit your taste."
"We could move, you know. It's not like you have to live down there."
"Yes it is."
"Is it really?"
"Yes it is. And for your information, I think Hell is lovely."
"So it's a compliment?"
"Yes, it's a compliment. Why are you always like this?"
"Well you could just say that my shoulders are attractive, and we wouldn't even have this kind of argument in the first place."
"I like comparing you to things that I adore."
"Am I something you adore?"
"Yes."
"So why not compare me to me?"
"Yesung, you are so Yesung."
"I think I'll leave this sky full of stars and travel with you to the crusty and hot Hell, Lucifer."
"Who said I'd let you come home with me?"
"Isn't it my home, too?"
"I can divorce you anytime I want."
"But you won't."
"Why did you even like that compliment? Are you so in love with yourself?"
"Lucifer, you are so Lucifer."
"Oh my."
"I knew it would be better for you. You love you more than I love me."
"That was exactly what I've wanted to hear my entire life...I'm so Lucifer."
"So Lucifer."
"So Yesung."
"So Yesung."

Chapter Two-hundred-seven:

"You're the lucky seventh caller. What's your name, yo?"
"Hello Dongwook."
"Bb?!"
"How is America?"
"Bb, it's so good to hear your voice, yo!" Se7en rolled over in his sleeping bag and grinned at the side of the tent. "How is my baby Bb?"
"I've been better."
"Is it because I'm not with you?"
"...No."
"What's wrong, Bb?"
"Well, I have this problem."
"This is a helpline! Whassyo problem, Bb?"
"I have this friend who is dating this dude. He's great in all re-"
"-seven-"
"-spects, and she loves him very much, but..."
"How long have they been dating, yo?"
"Is that important?"
"It has seven different levels of importance, Bb."
"...Seven years."
"Seventastic!"
"Yeah...so...anyway...she has one little problem with him that has now developed into two little problems."
"I think if you look carefully you will see that it has in fact developed into seven tiny problems. But do carry on in seven ways."
"He seems to love a number more than her."
"I don't think any man could love a number more than his girlfriend! Unless of course that number was seven."
"Well the number is seven."
"Is it?" Se7en blinked seven times. "Bb, are you talking about me?"
"Hear me out first."
"Go ahead, Bb."
"Now he's left her to go to a foreign country for seven days."
"Does she mind?"
"She minds!"
"Bb," Se7en said. "Bb I love you sooooooo much."
"Do you love me more than you love sevens? Are you like my friend's boyfriend, or are you my Se7en?"
"Bb, you are the girl of sevens. You live in all of my seven hearts. Don' worry, Bb! I will come back soon and spend so much time with you. We'll do seven couple activities together!"
"Do you promise?"
"I promise seven times."
"Do I get more than seven minutes because it's me?"
"Of course. I love talking to my Bb."
"I love talking to you too, Se7en."
"BB, I LOVE U!"
"AISHITERU!"

Chapter Two-hundred-eight:

Changmin wandered across the path of the hunting group. GASP.
"OH YOU."
"NO YOU," Changmin said, flipping his hand fabulously at the rest of them.
"Where's Yoochun?"
"He won't be coming with me. We broke up."
"No way!"
"Yes way."
"Why?" Yunho closed his copy of Twilight Director's Cut. "Is it because of me?"
"No, it's because he's a dirty bastard. Pathetic."
"So I don't have to assure you that I'm having Edward's babies and you don't need to worry about a U-Know-Yoochun catastrophe?"
"Right."
Yunho returned to reading his book.
"So where's he goin' now?"
"To find himself an uke."
"Pffthahahahahah," T.O.P laughed into his fist.
"Who's the dude?" Changmin pointed at Lucifer's strapping figure.
"Just some dude."
"Oh I see. Why is he walking with Yesung?"
"Don' know. But it gives me the shivers."
Changmin bunny-hopped up behind them.
"-so I says to 'im, I says-"
"Whatcha doing, Yesung?" Changmin chirped. "Imitating Jaejoong again?"
Yesung and the Devil slowly turned around to face him. Changmin had to duck to avoid being slapped by the deer carcasses.
"What's this?" The Devil tilted his head. "A broken heart in search of opportunities to snark?"
"Are you defending Jaejoong?"
"His wife is pregnant."
The Devil and Yesung exchanged a pregnant glance.
"You know what that means, don't you, Yesung?"
"Yes, Lucifer, yes I do."
"Hmmm." The Devil smiled.

Chapter Two-hundred-nine:

"Omomomomomomomo! My Chula!"
"Omo! What?"
"Aigoo, you're so cute." Jaejoong inched towards him with the innocent intention of pinching his darling cheeks.
"Aigoo...so sweet, aigoo."
"Omo!" Jaejoong pinched his cheeks. "So round and supple and soft, aigoo...."
"Omo! What are you saying?"
"Omo! Omomomomo. Nothing."
"Omo! Omomomo! Jaejae!"
"Yes, Chula?!"
"Omgooooooooo, my Jaejae."
"Omgoo omgoo!"
"Omgooo...Why don't we do Jaechul stuff now?"
"Omomomomomomomomomomomomomomomo!!! Jaejae, no no!"
"Aigoo...why not? We's married!"
"I am very conservative! Aigoo."
"Married Jaechul stuff is conservative! Aigoo, Chula. Aigoo!"
"Omgoo, Jaejae. Let it be. Let it be, let it be, let it be."
"All you need is love."
"Omogoo. All I need is your love, Jaejae!"
"Exactly!" Jaejoong batted his eyelashes and made kissy faces at Heechul.
"Aigoo, so charming."
"I'm so popular."
"Omo! So am I!"
"You were popular. But now you're my wife, and...inactive." Jaejoong blinked a few times, trying to figure out if what he said was romantic or not.
"Omo! I was planning to return, you idiot."
"Kim Chula! Why suddenly so mean? Aigoo..."
"Omo! My cat's tongue slipped."
"Omo!" Jaejoong turned away and huffed. "Cats. Omo."
"About cats, Jaejae..."

Chapter Two-hundred-ten:

Outsider stared in horror at the gaping hole in the center of his half-finished scarf.
"Oh dear." The witch doctor made a tutting noise. "You missed a stitch."
"STFU."
"It's unfixable, fortunately."
"WTF?"
"You'll have to frog the entire thing and start over."
"OMFG. DNW."
"Are you upset?"
"WOCIAFU!"
"This is a good thing, my boy. This means it will take you much...well...much longer." He snickered. "Frogging is so sad, isn't it?"
"FU!"
"Undo it like this..." The witch doctor took his knitting from him and pulled the needle out of the loops. "Slowly unravel it."
"O! O! O! HDU!"
"Grasp it and pull!" The witch doctor demonstrated.
"STFU. STFD." Outsider grabbed it from him and started the unhappy work.
"Cry if you want to."
Outsider shed tears that fell so quickly, the witch doctor couldn't even see them. So fast that they didn't even leave tear tracks on his face. Tears so speedy that they evaporated before they touched the ground. And you know that's fast, because they were bookin'.

Guide to Understanding Outsider:
*STFU = shut the fuck up
*WTF = what the fuck
*OMFG = oh my fucking god
*DNW = do not want
*WOCIAFU = well of course I am fucking upset
*FU = fuck you
*O = omo
*HDU = how dare you
*STFD = sit the fuck down

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Polychromatic Us: Chapter Five

aidenrose — Wed, 30 Dec 2009 06:40:28 GMT

Title: Polychromatic Us
Part: Chapter Five: Orange
Previous Parts: Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four
Genre: Romance
Pairing: Donghae / Eunhyuk
Rating: PG-13 (sensuality)
Word Count: 4,368
Synopsis: Colors have always been there in our relationship...from the day I met you. If I were to tell our story, I’d do it with a canvas and paint; vibrant colors of every shade and hue.
Next Update: No specific date. Busy busy busy in January! ^^

In January I'm going to be out of town a lot...so chapter six will be up as soon as possible, but I don't want to promise a specific date because I will probably miss it. Sorry about that. ^^ I hope everyone had really great holidays! And Happy New Year~! Please read and enjoy! ^ ^ /

Thanks again to tvxqsocks for helping me to edit and generally being awesome. <3

Orange

I rest my chin on my knees and hit play on my iPod. A song I know by heart so well that in all practical senses, it is a part of me, plays. I turn up the volume and smile. It's one of our songs, now put behind us to make way for new singles until the time is right to perform it once again. The reason I can smile so happily while listening to it now is because no one is parting ways from the group. We're staying as we were created forever.

Well, okay, not exactly forever. But it feels like forever to me right now.

Instead of losing my friends, we're gaining a new member. I don't know much about him. He only signed to SM Entertainment recently, and I've met him, but the first thing that comes to mind is still the fact that he's younger than us. Which means we have someone new to tease. I laugh. Put more nicely, it means that we have someone new to get to know. I don't know how I really feel about someone coming into the group after we've already debuted and bonded, but I'm not upset about it. I'm much too happy for that.

A few hours ago, we were at dinner with the CEO. Now it's almost one in the morning, and I'm sitting on the floor in the living room next to the windows. Everyone else is sleeping already, or doing things by themselves. We're all used to each other.

I smile at my faint reflection and the city beyond it. My dream came true, and I'm living it. I can't ask for anything else. I'm doing exactly what I wanted to do everyday, and I have some kind of future ahead of me with these people. I wouldn't want to work with anyone else.

But if I thought that being a trainee was hard, it pales to nothingness in comparison with being a working idol. It's a good kind of exhaustion, but it's still exhaustion. Not only that, but the brief gap between high school and college is gone. I am busier than ever.

But it isn't having consequences - at least not yet - on the other major thing in my life. Even on days when we have different schedules, and I don't see you until late if at all, I'll think about you and text you. Somehow we maintain some kind of link. And just with that, we're okay, if not closer than ever. When you have to try harder to make a relationship work, the more you realize that it's important, and the stronger it is, I guess.

Maybe I'm reading too much into it. But you are important.

"Here." A hand and a carton of strawberry milk are lowered in front of my eyes. I look back and smile at Sungmin as I take it. He sits down next to me and leans back on his hands.

"So you're still stuck with me."

"Stuck with you?" I laugh and punch a hole in the carton with the straw.

"Are you happy, then?" He smiles at me and pulls out one of my earbuds. He scoots closer to me and puts it into his own ear. "Oh, this song."

"How could I be anything but happy? Strawberry milk is the best."

"I meant because no one is leaving," he laughs.

"I'm thrilled. Aren't you?"

"Of course." He grins. "This is exactly what I wanted to have happen."

"Me too."

"What about Kyuhyun, though?" He tilts his head and almost pouts. I still don't know how he's managed to only get cuter after debut. But then again, when you condition yourself to be like that on camera, it has to carry over to your normal personality to some degree. No one should know more about conditioning behavior than myself.

"Who?"

"Cho Kyuhyun. The new guy."

"Oh." I shrug. "I don't have much of an opinion."

"I kind of like him. I guess we'd better like him, since he's going to become one of us."

I shrug. "So what, did you guys talk, or something?"

"A little."

"Oh." I smirk. "I see."

"What?" He pouts. "It was just a little."

"He's already your friend?"

"Well, he's got to have one, hasn't he?" he says defensively.

"Do you feel sorry for him?"

"No, that's not why..."

"So what do you like about him?"

"I just do, okay?"

"Whatever." I sigh switch the song to something else. "Don't forget about me when you fall in love with him."

"Huh?"

I laugh. "I'm just joking."

"That isn't funny."

My smile fades. "I'm sorry. I thought it was pretty funny."

There's a pause, and he stares moodily out of the window. "Like how you forgot about me when you fell in love with Donghae?"

"Sungmin." I roll my eyes. "How many times have I told you that it's not like that? And how many times have I told you that you're just imagining us drifting apart?"

"We spent a lot more time together before you became friends with him."

"We spent a lot more time together before we got really busy with training and preparing for our debut and everything after that. It's not because of him."

"Fine," he sighs. "Sorry, I shouldn't bring it up again."

"It's okay. But make this the last time already."

"Okay."

"Anyway, pick a song," I say, handing him the iPod. "It's not fair if I pick all of them."

"I'll pick something you hate."

"There's nothing I hate on my iPod, stupid."

Sungmin giggles and scrolls through my song library.

"Are you sleeping soon?" he asks.

"Maybe."

"You want to keep your room, right?"

"Uh, yes. Why?"

"Okay." He smiles. "Then I'll put Kyuhyun in my room."

I blink a few times. The last thing I want is a roommate. "Okay, great. When is he moving in?"

"I don't kn-"

The door opens and Sungmin starts and looks at it. I look back too, but I wasn't startled. I know who it is; it's you. Sungmin's jaw drops the slightest bit as you walk in and lock the door behind you.

"Hey," you say, walking over to us.

"What are you doing here?"

"Hi Sungmin." You smile and drop the key into my hand. "Here."

"Thanks." I pocket it.

"You gave him your key?" Sungmin looks between us with a raised eyebrow.

"He said he was going to come down. Why make one of us get up just to let him in?"

"But why is he here?" He chews on his fingertip, looking plainly at us.

"Visiting." You look at him for all of three seconds and then sit down and yawn into your hands.

"Sungmin's got a new friend," I say quickly, before Sungmin can ask why he's visiting.

"Not yet."

"No, he does."

"Not really."

"He does."

You laugh. "Who is it?"

I look at Sungmin, who rolls his eyes. "The new guy."

"What's his name, again?"

"Kyuhyun."

You snap your fingers and grin as if you were the one to remember his name. "That's it! Kyuhyun."

"What is it with you two and not remembering what his name is?"

"It was hard enough remembering the names of eleven members," I offer as an excuse.

"It wasn't that hard! Me and Donghae for example...you couldn't forget our names if you tried."

"Don't be so sure."

"You wouldn't!"

"Would you?" Donghae puts in innocently, eyeing our listening to the same song together jealously.

"I might forget yours," I answer in a deadpan tone. You laugh, picking up on my insincerity, but Sungmin nods as if agreeing with me.

"Anyway," Sungmin says, "he's going to live in our dorm."

"What?" you cry. "Why do you get all the young people? It's not fair."

"You have Kibum."

"But he's only one person and he's younger than me," you whine. "You guys have each other and everyone else is close to your age. I have Eeteuk and Heechul and Hankyung. They're old."

"Shall I tell them that you said that?" Sungmin smirks.

"Don't cause trouble," I sigh. "You know they're sensitive about it."

"But they talk about it all the time."

"It's like middle aged women, Donghae." I hand you the rest of my strawberry milk, ignoring Sungmin's glare as I share something he had given me with you. "They can complain about it, but you can never mention it."

"Well that's silly." You lift your eyebrows subconsciously. "They're not even that much older than us, either."

"You can't say that either. You don't want to take the age card away from them."

"So I can't mention it at all?"

"Right." I give you a thumbs up as you get it. "Not a word about it."

"You see, we know this because we're older than you."

"By months."

"It matters."

"No it doesn't!" You crumple the carton and pout. "Anyway...Want to play a game or something?"

"No," Sungmin says, yawning again and handing me my iPod again. He stands up and stretches. "I'm going to bed."

"You're not leaving because of me, right?"

I'm surprised that you even asked that. Sungmin looks at you in surprise for a few seconds, and I can tell that he feels uncomfortable.

"No," he says. "Sorry I didn't just say hello to you earlier..."

"It's okay." You smile.

"Good night."

He leaves, and you look at me. The door to his room shuts and you smile. I turn off my iPod and put it down. I don't need to listen to music when I can listen to you.

"So what do you want to do?"

"Let's go up to the roof."

"Why?"

"I want to talk."

"But it's freezing outside..."

"It's not that cold. Believe me."

"Okay." I stand up and get my shoes and jacket. "Is everything okay?"

"Yes." You smile reassuringly. "Let's just go talk for a while."

I follow you up the stairs, zipping up my jacket and stuffing my hands into my pockets as I go, and wondering what you want to talk about up on the roof, or if you really want to talk about anything at all. You open the door and let me go out first. It's cold, but you were right - it's not too cold. You walk to a corner of the roof and stop near the wall.

"He's still jealous." You sigh and sit down against the wall.

"He'll get over it." I sit down next to you and lay my head on your shoulder. "It's not that he doesn't like you, you know? I think he just doesn't...like it...that I have someone who I'm closer to than him now in our 'family.'"

"But it's different, isn't it? The way you're close to me and the way you're close to him."

"Of course. But that doesn't make him special. I mean...if it came down to a best friend contest, you would win."

"Why?"

"I just communicate better with you. Especially now that he's got this undercurrent of jealousy. I like you more."

"Should I feel bad that that makes me happy?" You laugh quietly. "I mean, it's not good for you and Sungmin, but...I like being the person who's closest to you."

"Don't feel bad. It's who you should be."

"I can't do anything about it, right?"

"Right. Just let him mature a little."

"Maturity...Do you think...we're more mature because of each other?"

"I can't say." I shrug. "I don't know what I'm like without you."

You reach across me and put your fingers in my pocket. I look up at you and smile. You smile back with the smile that you reserve for me, and I fall into the familiar sense of happiness that comes when I make the complete psychological shift to being your boyfriend first and your friend second.

"You're a part of me too," you say. Your smile grows, and I take your hand out of my pocket and push my fingers in between yours; the closest way I know how to hold your hand.

"I'm glad you cut your hair." I touch one of your short black locks. "You look good."

"Thank you."

"Seeing you with black hair again feels like seeing you without makeup on."

"Yeah?" You laugh. "Heechul has been talking about dying his orange again."

"I guess that suits him."

"Mmm." You nod. "I guess so. Whatever he does, he'll just be Heechul."

I laugh. "Right."

You laugh with me and then put your arm around my shoulders. It's almost like being hugged. The added warmth and shelter is welcome, up here on the roof. It's winter, but we don't really care, do we? I like it up here. I like being here with you, specifically.

"We have time now." You stare into space. "Years, maybe."

I look at your profile and feel as quiet as you look as your voice fades. I move closer to you and lay my head against your shoulder again after a minute. I don't know what to say. Yes, we have time. I don't think I've gone through the motions of understanding what that means yet. In the last few months, I haven't been able to keep the niggling possibility of separation out of my mind. I've cried about it a few times, because what can a person do? It's not in my control. But everyone has been crying. Nobody wanted to say goodbye.

I wanted more time with you. Be it another year, or two, or more after that, however improbable that was going to be. Now I don't know how long we'll be together in Super Junior. It's in our hands now; to see how far we can push ourselves and succeed as a group. As for you and me, I don't have any doubts about us.

"Hyukjae."

"Yeah?"

"You like playing hard to get, don't you?"

"It'd be a lie if I said no." Publicly, as Eunhae, it's what I do.

You laugh and put your finger beneath my chin. "Kiss me?"

"Why?"

"Because I want to be kissed."

Privately, what's the point in it? I don't have any reason to make you work for affection. It's not often you actually ask me to give it to you. Usually it just happens on its own. So if you ask me, it must be because you really need it. If it wasn't for me, you would feel lonely, wouldn't you? You need someone to love like this. Or maybe it's just a void that I both create and fill at once.

I get onto my knees in front of you and take your face gently in my hands. As I lean in to kiss you, you grab my collar and pull me closer by it. Our lips meet. I'm the easiest person in the world, aren't I? I fell for you without even making you try.

"Thanks."

"Are you worried?" I can't help but smile. You won't let go of me. "About the future."

"No. It's just..." You hesitate, words half formed in your mouth. "Just think about how much potential we have now."

"Scared?"

"No," you say, putting your hand over mine. "Excited."

We smile and kiss again, confirming that the feeling is mutual. You lower your hands to my waist and then break away, laughing.

"What's funny?" I straighten up and raise my eyebrow at you.

"How is it," you say, pinching the sides of waist, "that you eat so much, yet are still so skinny?"

"It's not my fault." I push your hands away, laughing. "Maybe I'm still growing."

"I don't think you're getting any taller."

"Then I'm just a food vacuum with an endless space to fill."

You laugh, covering your mouth with your hand. You don't really care if I'm skinny or not; I know that you like the way I look. You stand up, taking me with you, and your lips brush my cheek. I silently ask you if we're leaving, and I know from your eyes that we aren't. I lean against the wall and look at Seoul. Somewhere, people are still working on the next episode of a variety show, trying to come up with new ways to entertain. In less than eight hours, we'll probably go meet with them, or people connected to them. This is our world.

"I'm glad that we're sticking together," I say, smiling at the dark cityscape. "Even though it's kind of hard."

"Mmm." You touch my back lightly with your fingertips. "What's hard?"

"Being with you."

"You don't mean that, do you?"

"No." I smile sadly. "I don't."

You run your hands over my shoulders. "I know what it's like too, you know."

"I know you know," I laugh, looking back at you. "You're the other half."

"Your other half," you correct, somehow blinking at just the right point for emphasis. You smile and then put your chin on my shoulder, hugging me lightly. "Do you miss me?"

"I miss you." Actually saying it makes me feel like crying.

"Want to know something?"

"Sure."

"I miss you too," you whisper. "All the time."

"Oh," is all I can manage before I lose my voice to tears. Your arms tighten around me as soon as you feel that I'm crying.

"Which is why you said it's hard, isn't it?" Your breath is warm against my ear. How is it that you're never angry with me when I let you know what my feelings are? No matter what they are?

I nod slowly. "Yeah."

"Listen..." You take a deep breath. "If we split up tomorrow, how long would it take for you to stop thinking about me?"

"I don't know," I choke, uncomfortable with your choice of words. If we split up. The only thing that comes to mind in response to that is no. No, no, no, no, no. "A really long time."

"Years?"

"Yes."

"But even after then, you wouldn't forget me, would you?"

"No. Donghae, don't..."

"Relax." You kiss the edge of my jaw. "I'm not leaving you. Not even close."

"I know, but..."

"I want to know if it's hard on you. I want to know if it hurts."

"It's not really hard on me. It's just sometimes..." I trail off and try - and fail - to stop crying. "It's just that..."

"That what?"

"It isn't fair," I gasp. I hate crying to you like this, because I want to be more mature. I don't want you to know that I think things like it isn't fair, but I want to hide from you even less. "I want...I want the things other people want."

"I know."

"Honestly? You know what I want?" I look back at you, laughing for no reason. Laughing just because I'm upset.

"What do you want?"

"I want to sleep with you without caring about how other people think it's weird for two boys to want to sleep together, and how can we be such friends that want to do that? I want to fall asleep and wake up to you and not care that we have to get up at a certain time and act differently. I want..." I take a breath and wipe my tears away. "I want to live in a world where this is okay."

"This is okay," you whisper, turning me to face you. "This is okay."

"Doesn't it make you feel bad?" I whisper back. "Doesn't it make you feel bad to hide and lie and keep secrets from everyone?"

"Yes and no." You sigh. "I don't like it, but I don't mind doing it if I can be with you. Even if I only get five minutes alone with you to show you that I love you, it's worth it."

"Five minutes?"

"Five minutes." You smile. "Stop trying not to cry."

"I feel bad for crying about this," I say, letting myself be pulled into your embrace. "I'm really happy. It's just sometimes that I'm like this."

"I know," you say gently, massaging my neck with your fingertips. "Don't feel bad. I want all of your emotions, not just your happy ones. Okay?"

"God, you're so nice." I hug you tightly. I feel like my heart is swelling to a new size. "I love you."

"I love you too. I really love you."

"And now I don't want to leave you." I laugh. "It just sucks sometimes, doesn't it?"

"Maybe someday it will be different, yeah? Maybe someday we'll have the same home to go to."

"Maybe." I smile. "Would you live with me if we had the opportunity?"

"Don't ask that. You know the answer."

"Is it yes?"

I can feel you roll your eyes.

"Yes, it's yes," you say, letting go of me and kissing me quickly. "But don't get your hopes up too high, okay?"

I smile. "I won't."

"It should be past two in the morning." You bend your head and kiss the hollow of my neck. "Getting sleepy at all?"

"Crying makes me tired."

"You're an easy crier."

"Yeah, well..." I take a deep breath and steady myself. "At least I'm pretty when I cry."

"You're always pretty. But the truth is that I still wish I could take your tears away."

"You do."

"I do?" You smile. "Thanks."

"That...is my line."

You laugh and twine our fingers together, slowly nuzzling your head against my neck. Every little thing you do is filling the well, leaving me more complete. There isn't much I need in life, is there? I need you, and I need my friends and family, and I need my job. Beyond that, it's all just fluff, isn't it? Nothing material comes close to this.

"Let's stay up all night," you say. "Let's stay up until the sunrise."

"We have to work tomorrow." I kiss the side of your head. "We can't stay up."

"But I want to."

"You can't always get what you want, Donghae." I lean my head against yours. "We'll regret it if we don't sleep. And think of the questions we'd get for staying up all night on the roof."

"Not here. I'm already cold."

"Where?"

"Anywhere. In the dorm."

"It's impossible, love."

You sigh. "Then we really do have to part again."

"I'll see you tomorrow."

"You...weren't you just saying how you didn't want to part from me? And how you were having a hard time."

"I still know what we need to do." I pry one of my hands away and hug your neck. "It doesn't mean that I want to be alone. But I will anyway."

"What time are we getting up at?"

"Six, I guess."

"So we won't sleep long anyway."

"Some is better than none."

"Fine." You sigh again and lift your head. "So we'll see the sunrise either way."

"Yes." I kiss away your pout. "I'll make sure that I'm in the same car as you."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

"Tell me you don't want to go."

"I don't want to go," I say earnestly. You smile and kiss me again, longer this time than before. I guess the word for the contrast between the cold air and your warm kiss is lovely. At least, it's lovely to me. It's another reason for me to like winter. You kiss me again and then throw me a look that says I love you. You take my hand and lead me towards the stairs. As soon as we're inside, you squeeze my hand and then let go. As you always do. As you have to.

"I'll see you tomorrow," I say, leaving you at your door. You nod and leave me with a smile. I wonder if you'll still be smiling when you're on the other side of the closed door, back into the quiet dorm where everyone is sleeping. I wonder what you're like when you're alone sometimes. But I'm happy with the Donghae that you show me, and I get the feeling that the Donghae I know is more real than the one that other people know.

I make my way to my own dorm, and get ready for bed and then go to sleep, ignoring the clock. I don't care what time it is; I know I'm not going to get a lot of sleep. But I'll get what I can and like it.

"Wake up." Sungmin shakes my shoulder. "C'mon, Hyukjae. Wake up."

"No," I slur, turning away from him. "Sleep s'mportant."

"Why are you so sleepy?" he gasps exasperatedly. "You have to get up, Hyukjae!"

"Why?" I curl into a ball, further away from his hands and voice.

"Schedule!" He tears the blanket off of me and I swat at him.

"You didn't have to do that!" I shiver and stand up, swaying dizzily at first. "I'm up."

"Now you're up." He laughs. "Get ready to go."

I walk along the wall to the shower and try not to fall asleep in it. I dress and grab the things I'll need as quickly as I can and go. The first stop is the salon...where they make us beautiful. More attractive than we already are, that is.

You look even more tired than I am. You glance at me as you get into a van, and to my surprise, and surely yours, Sungmin pulls me towards the van that you entered. I sit down between the two of you. We greet each other with a tired glance, and Sungmin whips out his cellphone and starts playing a game on it. Let him. I just want to sleep.

You lightly tap me on the shoulder after we've driven for a ways and point out of the window. I blearily look up, first at you, and then at what you want me to see.

It's the sunrise; the very first hints of orange creeping up and promising a sunny day later. Winter sun is only so warm, but we both like sun. We didn't stay up all night to see it, but I feel as if we have. As soon as I look long enough to satisfy both you and me, I let my eyelids droop again.

Eunhae One-shot: White Christmas

aidenrose — Fri, 25 Dec 2009 06:07:13 GMT

Title: White Christmas
Length: One-shot / 2,010
Genre: Fluff
Pairing: Eunhyuk / Donghae
Rating: PG
Synopsis: After Eunhyuk laughed at Donghae for decorating a Christmas tree by himself, Donghae guilted Eunhyuk into promising to decorate the entire dorm in secret early Christmas morning.

Merry Christmas, everyone!!! :D I hope you are all enjoying the holiday with your families and friends...I hope that if you're in a place where it can snow, that it snowed. Can you believe that it's already Christmas again? ^^; This fic was inspired by something that I heard EunTeuk talked about on SuKiRa - that Donghae decorated a tree all by himself and Eunhyuk called him weird? Hehe. Please read and enjoy! ^ ^ / Merry Christmas!

White Christmas

Eunhyuk lay on his bed, counting snowflakes. If it weren't for the wind blowing them against his window, he might not have known that it was snowing. From where he lay, he couldn't see the slow swirl past the street lamps. Every time he reached thirteen, he started counting from zero again. It was four hours into Christmas, and with the way things were going, on Christmas 'morning', it would be white.

He sighed. Not that they would have much time to appreciate it. But it would be nice. It would be beautiful, and for however much free time they had, it would feel like Christmas.

He looked at the time on his cellphone. It was already 4:19. Where is he? He closed the phone with a snap and sat up. Immediately he shivered and pulled his sleeves down over his palms. Eunhyuk decided that if Donghae didn't show up in the next twenty minutes, he would declare him asleep, and abandon their idea and go to sleep himself. But as it was, he still had some faith left in him. He pulled his hood up and quietly left his room.

Everyone else was sleeping. As they ought to be, Eunhyuk thought. As he should be, too.

But no. He had been cajoled by a hurt Donghae into staying up and secretly decorating the dorm with him. It wasn't even his dorm, Eunhyuk though exasperatedly. But apparently Donghae's floor just didn't care enough to decorate, and wouldn't appreciate it if Donghae did it by himself. Here where Eunhyuk lived, however, were people such as Sungmin and Ryeowook. People who loved sparkly things.

He stretched as he walked towards the couch and fell onto it. He curled up into a ball and stared at the door, willing it to open. After minutes of blinking at it with increasing sleepiness and wondering why the living room was so much colder than his bedroom, he heard the key turn in the lock and sat up quickly, rubbing his eyes and yawning.

Donghae came in with a box and set it down quickly, flashing a grin at Eunhyuk. He wondered where Donghae got that kind of enthusiasm at this hour. He closed the door quietly and almost skipped over to Eunhyuk.

"Merry Christmas," he whispered an instant before kissing him lightly.

"Merry Christmas," Eunhyuk replied, slipping his icy cold fingers beneath Donghae's shirt. Donghae jumped back and laughed silently.

"What was that for?" He shivered and rubbed his stomach where Eunhyuk had touched him. "And why are you an icicle?"

"Because you're late." Eunhyuk stood up and locked the door. How could Donghae be that forgetful, really?

"I'm sorry," Donghae said, wrapping his arms around Eunhyuk's slender waist. "I fell asleep."

"I knew you would," Eunhyuk laughed, turning around and putting his hands inside Donghae's hood. "How come you woke up?"

"Because the spirit of Christmas came down and woke me up," Donghae said, smiling at him. "All so I could be with you."

"That's cute. But you still fell asleep."

"It is like four in the morning." Donghae leaned in and kissed him again.

"So? I didn't fall asleep."

"You have more discipline. That or you're used to staying up this late."

"Well, not this late."

"Really?"

"I didn't make hot chocolate," Eunhyuk said, switching the subject away from his sleeping habits.

"That's okay." Donghae let go of him and carried the box into the living room. "We can make some later."

"It's snowing," Eunhyuk said, taking Donghae's hand once he had put it down and pulling him to the windows. "Come see."

"Woah." Donghae cupped his hands around his eyes and stared out. "How pretty."

"Think it'll be a problem getting around later?" Eunhyuk wondered, leaning against the glass and watching Donghae's face instead of the snow.

"Nah. They'll clear the roads."

"Don't you kind of want to get snowed in on Christmas?"

"Yes." Donghae laughed. "We'd stay in all day and bake cookies."

"Pfft."

"Or at least eat cookies."

"Sure."

"I'm dreaming of a white Christmas..." Donghae sang softly. They shared a smile for a few seconds, and then Donghae turned and opened the box.

Eunhyuk plugged in the Christmas tree. A week ago he had caught Donghae setting it up, and at the time, had shamelessly made fun of him for decorating it all by himself. It was the last time Eunhyuk would ever do that, because Donghae used the opportunity to guilt Eunhyuk into decorating with him. It was his fault for falling for such a manipulative and undeniably adorable person. But at least it gave Eunhyuk plenty of opportunities to play hard to get.

"You know," Donghae was saying as he pulled out a long reel of lights, "I was ten when I stopped believing in Santa Claus."

"What?" Eunhyuk laughed and began helping him take things out of the box. "So old."

"It's not that old!"

"That's pretty old, Donghae." He patted his shoulder. "But that's kind of cute, too. Your parents must have had a good time."

"Yeah, but I think they were happy when I figured it out...Because they used to get up at this hour to put Santa's presents under the tree."

"Ten years of doing this...I think I'd die."

"What if he we had kids?"

"Donghae!" Eunhyuk laughed. "We can't have kids."

"Would you get up to leave them presents and make them happy?"

"Yes," Eunhyuk sighed. "I see your point."

"Mhmm." Donghae nodded. "Okay...where should we put this stuff?"

He stood with his hands on his hips and looked around the room while Eunhyuk looked at the things Donghae had brought: decorations of every type, all of them looking like they came out of a Christmas storybook.

"When did you get this stuff?"

"Last week." Donghae laughed. "I just felt really festive and wanted to get a lot of things."

"They're nice," Eunhyuk said quietly.

"Do you think so?" Donghae grinned and wrapped a string of tinsel around Eunhyuk's neck. Eunhyuk took it off, hiding his smile, and wrapped it around the tree.

"Maybe you should put the lights around the windows," Eunhyuk suggested, resigning himself to his slowly growing enthusiasm. After all, it was kind of nice to be doing something with Donghae with just the two of them. Something relatively normal and commonplace.

Sneaking through the dorm, they put up all of the decorations, quietly laughing and talking when they felt like it. It only took them an hour, and once they got into it, it didn't feel like time had passed at all. They decorated as thoroughly as they were able to, and when they were done, they turned off the lights and let the tree and their decorations light the room. The effect was pleasantly dark and warm.

After arguing about whether to use milk or water to make hot chocolate, they decided on milk, and Eunhyuk left Donghae to tweak decorations here and there while he made hot chocolate. He had to admit that it did feel very Christmasy. It was pretty, even though the lights looked fuzzy to his tired eyes.

He sat down on the couch and yawned. It was well past five in the morning by now. He rubbed his eyes, ignored how early he had to get up, and didn't think about whether or not he would get any sleep at all. Instead he just thought that it was worth losing sleep for, and that this would be a good memory. Next year they would probably laugh about it.

"Here." Donghae handed him a mug of hot chocolate and sat down next to him. "Looks nice."

"Mm." Eunhyuk nodded, smiling. He held the mug in both hands and savored the warmth. It felt like a novelty for Eunhyuk to have warm hands again.

"Thank you."

Eunhyuk looked at him, and Donghae smiled back. No matter how old he got, Donghae's smile never changed, Eunhyuk thought. He was always endearing.

"Let's take a photo," Eunhyuk suggested. He took out his cellphone, and Donghae carefully scooted closer to him until they were shoulder-to-shoulder. Eunhyuk held the phone out at arm's length and took their picture.

"Cute," Donghae commented, sipping the hot chocolate. "Take one of the room."

Eunhyuk nodded and took two photographs of the room. Then he quickly snapped a photo of him kissing Donghae's cheek before Donghae could protest. Donghae laughed and told him to delete it. Eunhyuk refused to, promising that he wouldn't lose the phone. Donghae argued that because he said he wouldn't, he would lose the phone. But eventually, when his drink was finished, he gave up and wrapped his arms around Eunhyuk's waist and asked to see it.

Eunhyuk showed him it, and he looked at it for a long time without saying anything. Eunhyuk almost thought that he might have fallen asleep. Moments before Eunhyuk was going to ask him something to see if he was still awake, Donghae spoke.

"We...look good together," he said softly.

Eunhyuk grinned and put his arm around Donghae's neck. "Because we are good together."

"You think so too?"

"Of course I think so."

Donghae laughed - no, giggled, as if it were news to him, and made him really happy.

"What did you get me for Christmas?" Eunhyuk turned towards Donghae, making it easier to cuddle. There was something he liked about cuddling with him in the low light and speaking in intimately low voices on Christmas.

"You can't know until Christmas morning," Donghae mumbled sleepily.

"It is Christmas morning."

"Then not until the sun comes up."

"You just like making me wait."

"What did you get me, then?"

"Nothing."

"Why? It's such a nice opportunity to give me a gift."

"I don't buy people things."

"So cheap..."

"You don't need things from me, do you?" Eunhyuk kissed his hair. "If you have me, that is."

"It'd still be nice to have something I can look at and think 'my boyfriend got me that for Christmas last year...'"

Eunhyuk sighed. "Fine. I'll get you something."

"But don't do it resentfully."

"I can't resent giving you a gift. Don't be silly."

"'Kay." Even though Eunhyuk couldn't see his face, he knew that Donghae was smiling.

"What do I tell everyone when they wake up?" Eunhyuk wondered aloud. "The truth? That you wanted to surprise everyone by decorating for them?"

"Tell them that Santa Claus came and decorated it."

Eunhyuk laughed. "I thought Santa Claus only delivers gifts."

Donghae smiled and shifted positions, putting his head on Eunhyuk's shoulder. "He can do anything he likes; he's magical."

"I'll tell them."

"I like Christmas."

"Everyone likes Christmas." Eunhyuk smiled. "And it comes every year."

"Mhmm." Donghae took a long, therapeutic deep breath. "Every year..."

Eunhyuk slowly ran his fingers through Donghae's hair, smiling at the soft feel of it through his fingers.

"Yah...if you're going to sleep, let's just go to my room."

"I should leave," he replied sleepily. "I really shouldn't stay here."

"Who cares?" Eunhyuk sighed and stood up. "It's Christmas. Come on."

He pulled Donghae to his feet and walked with him to his room, listening to Donghae's whispered justifications - because after all, they had a good excuse for Donghae being there - all the way to his bed, where he shut him up by kissing him. They snuggled together beneath the blankets and Eunhyuk poked Donghae and told him to look at the window. The snow was still falling at an angle, gently brushing the glass, and Eunhyuk was surprised by how pleased he felt to share the scene he had witnessed earlier with Donghae.

"Is it worth falling asleep?" Eunhyuk asked, touching Donghae's closed eyelid gently. "It's not even late anymore - it's early."

"I can't stay awake."

"Mmmm...But the snow is lovely, isn't it?"

"I'll dream about it," Donghae murmured and nuzzled his face into Eunhyuk's shoulder like a cat. "You too."

"I'll try." Eunhyuk yawned and closed his eyes.

"Ah. Just one question, though."

"Mm?"

"What are we doing for New Years?"

Polychromatic Us: Chapter Four

aidenrose — Wed, 16 Dec 2009 03:03:35 GMT

Title: Polychromatic Us
Part: Chapter Four: Red
Previous Parts: Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three
Genre: Romance
Pairing: Donghae / Eunhyuk
Rating: PG-13 (sensuality)
Word Count: 3,684
Synopsis: Colors have always been there in our relationship...from the day I met you. If I were to tell our story, I’d do it with a canvas and paint; vibrant colors of every shade and hue.
Next Update: Tuesday, December 29th (barring no extreme writer's block)

I'm sorry that this took me such a long time to finish! =\ From now on I'm going to try to make this series biweekly. I would make it weekly, but I'm still not sure that I can flesh out every chapter in a week yet. We'll see how it goes later on! This is only chapter four out of thirteen, after all. ^^

I am back from Brazil, and my exams are over with until I start college. I still have to study, but I want to write as much as I can before then. I love writing, and I have a lot of stories in my head right now. Most of them are Eunhae, hahaha. ~~who's surprised?~~ Also, thank you all so much for the comments you left me. From now on too, I'll try to answer them!

Also, you guys can now ask me anything anonymously. I don't know if anyone has questions that they want to ask anonymously (or at all), but...it was a thing I created for fun, and then I thought it might be cool to reveal it here too.

Last...HAPPY BIRTHDAY, inny_cent !!! You know how awesome you are, don't you? :D

Okay! Please read and enjoy! ^ ^ /

Red

"What?" Sungmin's head snaps up. "You're not coming?"

"No," I say patiently. "I have a headache."

"But Donghae can come!"

"He has a headache." You point at me and smile at Sungmin. "So I'm gonna stay with him instead. Besides, I'm tired too."

"But we're a team now! All of us!" He motions to the rest of the group, the people who we're slated to debut with next year. They're talking amongst themselves in small groups and getting their things together after practice. It's only Sungmin who is really bothered by us not joining them. And I know it's because he sees how close I am to you, and it bothers him when I choose to be alone with you, even though I've told him that I can have multiple best friends. We haven't changed. He just thinks we have.

"Sungmin, it's just this once." I sigh and pull my hat down over my eyes.

"But food will help if you've got a headache."

"What I really need is just some quiet time, okay? I need to lie down."

"Okay..." He pouts characteristically and shrugs. "Fine. Donghae, you're really not coming either? Aren't you hungry?"

"I'll eat at the dorm. Go have fun! We'll come next time." You start pushing me out the door and wave. I throw an apology over my shoulder and start walking. As we leave, I notice Eeteuk asking Sungmin what's going on, but I don't care enough to go back and explain it myself. What Sungmin will tell him is fine.

I glance at you as you fall into step beside me and comfortingly touch my shoulder. Today was a particularly long day of training, and I've had a headache that has steadily grown worse in painful waves for the last two hours. As we near the dorm, you sigh and express the hope that everyone else went out to dinner together tonight.

You unlock the door and let me walk in first. I head straight for my room, pausing only to take my shoes off, and collapse on my bed, letting my bag fall to the floor an instant before.

"Oh, sweetie," you laugh. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," I say, putting my hand over my eyes. "Just hurts."

"Long day today."

I nod. You sit down on the bed next to me and half lie down to hug me. You ask me what I need, and I murmur that I just need quiet for a while. You say okay, kiss my cheek, and say that you're going to go see what's around for food. I watch you leave, smile at you when you glance back, and then shut my eyes.

I'm so tired today that I can't even move. And the easiest thing in the world is to sink into your own bed after a long day.

"Hyukjae."

I open my eyes again. Only for you will I make the effort to lift my eyelids when they feel like lead. You're standing in the doorway, sucking on a lollipop.

"I'm gonna shower. Wanna come?"

I wave my hand listlessly. "Who knows if they all went together or not? Don't know if one of 'em will come back soon."

"This is as private as it gets here."

You lean against the doorframe, waiting for my reply. You narrow your eyes when you don't get one.

"Fine. Take a nap if you want to. But shower after me, okay?"

I blow you a kiss, and you smile and disappear again. I know that if I did shower with you today, it wouldn't be for the sake of water conservation. You would kiss me and be sweet and affectionate, and as much as I would love it and ignore my headache just to be intimate with you like that, we really don't know if everyone went together or not. No matter how we played it, it would be awkward if someone came back early. So today I'll take sleep as the safer path to preserve future opportunities.

I roll onto my side and close my eyes again, telling my headache to just go away in the quiet and dark. I hear the shower turn on in the distance and imagine that it's rain, washing over everything and creating a sleepy cloak that wraps around me.

"Hyukjae." The bed bows as your weight is added to it. You shake my shoulder. "Hyukjae...?"

"Nnnnn," I moan. You laugh quietly. If I have to be woken up, it's almost always you who I want to be woken up by. You know when I'm in the mood to be messed with and when I'm not.

"I let you sleep for an hour...How do you feel?"

"A little better."

"Does it still hurt?"

"Not as much." I'm trying not to let it come back as I wake up.

You pull me up until I'm sitting and hug me. I limply lean against you and use your shoulder as a pillow. For a minute, you just hold me, and when I'm about to fall asleep against you, you jerk me awake by letting go and taking my shirt off.

"Wh-"

"Go shower." You laugh and pull me to my feet. "And then you need to eat."

"I want to sleep," I complain, blushing as you hold onto my waist, of all places, as I gain my balance.

"You can sleep later." You kiss me and pull me to the bathroom. "You'll sleep better after you shower."

"Fine." I push you out of the bathroom with my foot and then close the door. I roll my eyes at my reflection; it's just like you to make me do what you think is best for me. Even though I am hungry, I really just want to sleep. And then it occurs to me that you might have woken me up so that you can have some time alone with me before the others get home. I feel a little bit guilty for sleeping so long, so I take a quick shower, ignoring the threatening stabs of a returning headache in my right temple.

I dry off my hair and send a withering glare at the lights. Which wasn't very smart, because it hurts to look at them. I look for my clothes, and then realize that I didn't bring in clean clothes to change into. You didn't let me. I sigh, laugh, and then tie my towel around my waist and step out of the bathroom.

The others haven't come back yet, thankfully. Hopefully they won't come back for another hour, and I can make up for the time I spent sleeping. I know the reason you came back isn't just to be with me because I have a headache. You want time with me. And I want that too. We don't get a lot of time together alone...and maybe that's why we haven't gotten tired of each other. I see you everyday as your friend and future band mate, but that isn't the same thing.

Fortunately, you aren't in my room, and I can get dressed in peace.

"Donghae?" I throw my towel around my neck and walk towards the living room, pulling the hem of my shirt down over my hips.

"Mm?"

"What are you watching?" I fall onto the couch next to you, and I naturally find myself leaning against your side with your arm around my shoulders. I kiss your cheek to draw your eyes away from the screen.

"Just some variety show." You smile and stretch. "Nothing too interesting."

"Commercials..." I sigh. "I wonder how I'll feel if I start seeing my friends - or maybe even myself - appear on them. Wouldn't it be kind of weird?"

"Who would want to use you as their spokesperson?"

"I don't know..." I laugh uncomfortably. "You know what I'm saying."

"I'm teasing you. You're supposed to say 'who wouldn't want to use me?'" You take my towel off of my neck and run your fingers through my hair. "Your hair's wet."

"Don't." I still your hands before you try to dry my hair for me. "My headache is still here."

"Still?" You frown and drape my towel over my head. "Maybe you're getting sick."

"I don't think so..." I close my eyes and you gently massage my temples with your fingertips. Even if it only helps a little bit, the most important thing to me is the way you treat me. I wait until you hug me to remind you that I'm hungry.

"I haven't forgotten."

"What I meant is that I want to eat." I hug you anyway.

"I understand."

"Going to let me?"

"In a minute." You sigh against my neck. "I miss you."

"I miss you too."

You lean into me until I fall backwards and cushion my head with your hand so that it doesn't hit the sofa. I gaze up at you with the traces of my old shyness and you smile.

"I like you." I smile playfully at you, even though I'm seriously trying to express myself.

"I know." You kiss me and then whisper something so quietly that I miss it.

"What?"

"Nothing." You kiss me again.

"I missed what you said."

"It's okay. I'll say it again."

"Now?"

"No, I'll let you eat now."

"Yay." I laugh.

"Want me to carry you?"

"Tch, I can walk."

"I know you can." You pull me to my feet. "I'm just offering."

I kiss you and walk the ten steps to the kitchen. I think about how often we kiss, usually in the dark, quickly and quietly, only to remind ourselves and each other that we're still in love. My hand pauses on the door of the refrigerator and I stare into its contents without seeing anything for a moment. Is that what it is? I ask myself. Are we in love?

"There are leftovers in there from yesterday." You yawn and sit down at the table. "There's stuff."

"Stuff?" I stare at the shelves blankly. I don't even know what I'm looking for.

"First shelf."

"Right."

I reheat a plate of food and eat without making conversation with you. You lie with your head on your arms, blinking slowly at the center of the table and glancing up at me every now and again. I told you once that you could go back to the television, but you smiled and said that you wanted to be with me. So you're here with me.

"Are you really that tired?" you ask quietly.

"Why?"

"You're just quieter than normal."

"I have a headache."

"Yeah, but...is that all?"

"That's all." I smile and stand up. "I'm just kind of stressed and tired."

"Okay..." You stand up too and take my plate from me. "Go lie down."

"Don't you want to...?"

"I'll spend time with you in your room." You pat my shoulder. "Go rest. Oh, but brush your teeth first. You know you won't get up again once you lie down."

I laugh. "You're right, I won't. Hey..."

You tilt your head questioningly. "What's up?"

"Nothing." I shake my head and touch your cheek briefly. "You're just sweet."

You laugh, and smiling and biting your lip shyly at the same time, turn to clean up as I go to brush my teeth. I spend as little time as required on that, and fall into my bed. I'm not getting up again, no matter what. I pull the comforter up over my head and sigh, sinking into the mattress. I keep myself awake, because I don't want you to just let me sleep. You don't make me wait long. I look up when I hear you come into the room and watch you close the door.

I move over, and you sit down next to me and pull my hand out.

"Geez, your hands are cold." I turn onto my side and cover your hands with mine. You just look at me, your expression quiet and thoughtful, and maybe even a little amused.

"It's cold," you say simply.

"Not here."

"Not there," you agree. You smile, and when your hands are warm, I let go. But you keep one of my hands in yours, and twine our fingers together closely.

"Do you think they went to karaoke?"

"Mmm." You nod. "Probably."

"Singing, huh..." I exhale tiredly. "You know...how Sungmin said that we're all a team?"

You nod.

"I know why, but...it's not really true."

"What do you mean?"

"Some of us will be replaced, right?"

You're silent for a few moments. Then you nod again.

I lower my eyes to your waist and you smooth my hair. I just like having you this close. And that's what it is, I think. There is something on my mind, and it's been there for a while.

"What if it's you or me?"

"That'd be too bad, after just one year."

"Of course, I'm really happy that we're debuting..."

"But?"

"But it isn't it kind of sad? After we debut, there will be so much more attention focused on us. And there will be even less time, and then after that we might not live in the same place anymore. Having to work that hard at hiding what we really are, too."

"But we knew it would happen," you say quietly. "Eventually."

"That doesn't change how I feel about it now that I know when."

"It's not now. It's not even an end, Hyukjae. Not if we don't want it to be."

"I know, but..."

"But what?" You smile. "You just want more time with me?"

"Yeah. I don't know. I just don't want to have to work so hard to not show affection for you."

"So let's sell it." You turn towards me all the way and grin. "We don't have to hide everything."

"Wh-"

"Think about it! Girls love it when boys show affection for each other. So why not, really?"

"That won't work." I sit up on my elbows and frown at you.

"Why won't it? It'd be easier for us and more fun for everyone else. And everyone here knows we...well, they just know that we're best friends. Nothing would be a surprise to them."

"People aren't that stupid. What if they start thinking that we're not just playing?"

You shrug. "As long as they can't prove it. So no kissing...I mean, not on the lips. Not too much of anything."

"You're talking about just...I don't know, hugging, if something good happens?"

"Yeah. Whatever is right in the moment."

"Hugging is okay..."

"Of course hugging is okay." You laugh. "If we can make it attractive, then why not? For a little more freedom."

"Okay," I say. "Okay, okay."

"Not convinced?"

"No, but...Okay."

"You trust me."

"I trust me more."

"That's fine." You make a face and then lie down next to me beneath the comforter. I blush initially as I get used to how close your body is to mine. "But you do trust me."

"Yes, yes. I do."

I lie on my back and make room for you on my pillow, and you make use of it. Your hair falls over your eyes like a soft veil. We smile at each other, and I remind myself that the most important moment in time is right now. Right now I don't need to think about the future. We'll think about it and talk about it past today, anyway.

"But there's another problem," I say, as an afterthought.

"What's that?" You look at me curiously and stroke my hand with your thumb. I notice it, but it doesn't distract me anymore. It's like a habit. I look at your shoulder, unsure of what I really want to say.

"I like you now more than before. Back then...you know, when we just started out, I didn't think that it was possible to like a person more and more, when I liked you so much already. But clearly...it's like a room. Once the room is filled up, the roof will have to be raised. You don't know that you can like a person more until you just do, and..."

"Hey," you say quietly. "Are you trying to say that you love me?"

I glance at you and blush.

"No, when I want to say that, I'll just say it. I'm saying that it's getting harder to keep it a secret, just with that..."

"You can do it," you say. Your thumb stills for a second and then continues. "And by the way, I'm falling for you too."

I look up slowly and meet your gaze. You're serious.

"Already?" I swallow. "I thought it would take longer."

"Doesn't take a long time when you're with someone so lovable. And this is a long time to you? How long has it been? Almost two years, right?"

"But we're only eighteen, and..." I stop as I realize what you've said, and my heart skips a beat. You make it do this on a regular basis. "Doesn't matter, does it."

"It's a good feeling, isn't it?" I wonder if your voice could be any gentler or sweeter.

"Yeah," I say after a few seconds. After I've found my voice again. I turn onto my side and press my face against your shoulder. You put your arms around me, and I can feel you smile. All of it together forces tears out of my eyes, and even though I'm usually completely relaxed when you're holding me, my chest feels tight, as if there's a thick knot in the center.

"Why are you crying?" You kiss my forehead and stroke my back slowly.

"It's just hard." I close my eyes and turn to cherishing this moment of physical and emotional closeness. "I love you."

"I love you too." You kiss my cheek, teasing my face away from your shoulder until you can kiss my mouth. My lips part beneath yours, and you deepen the kiss until I can feel it all throughout my body, like a warm syrup that spreads through everything to my fingers and toes. My body and lips and heart respond to you, expanding my sudden sense of oneness with you. This is what I love you feels like.

After an eon, your mouth leaves mine, leaving me breathless and flushed, and you kiss my face, planting soft physical whispers of affection against my skin. I can feel your pulse, so I know you must be able to feel mine racing, too.

You stop kissing me and laugh. "My god, your face is red."

"It's your fault..." I want to punch myself for talking. You raise your eyebrows, amused. "That was intense..."

"You said you loved me, so..."

"I do love you." Against all possibility, I can feel myself blush more. "I'm not complaining."

"Yeah, I kind of figured." You touch one of my burning cheeks lightly. "If blood is red, and blood goes through the heart...the heart must be red. And if the heart is where we feel...then love must be red too, right?"

"I...never thought of it as having a color."

"It probably has a unique color, if it has one. But if it were to have a color that we know...don't you think it would be red?"

"Yeah," I find myself saying. "Red is warm."

"Like love." You laugh and lie on your side again. I hadn't even realized that you had ever left that position until you returned to it. "Can I sleep here?"

"They'll ask questions." It pains me to say anything other than yes, of course, please stay with me.

"They won't care. Everyone sleeps together now and then. And you're lucky enough to have your own room, so it's not like I'm infringing on anyone else's privacy."

"Fine."

"What?"

"Stay."

You blink a few times. "Wow, that was easy."

"Well it's not like I don't want you here."

"True." You kiss my cheek and I snuggle into you. You laugh again and reach back to turn out the light. "You get so sweet when you're tired."

"I can't help it."

"I know." You wrap yourself around me and sigh in the dark. "You should get tired more often."

"Euh...if this were summer, I'd kill you."

"It's cold, so shut up."

"I said if it were summer! And am I not sweet normally, or something? Why do I have to get exhausted?"

"Hey, Hyukjae."

"What?"

"I'm really happy." You let those words sink in for a second. "This...everything is such a good experience for me. Working with you and everyone else everyday towards the same goal. I feel like we're really lucky - even though it's complicated and frustrating - like most couples don't get this kind of opportunity to bond over more than just...being a couple. All of it makes me happy. You make me really happy."

When I don't give you any reply, simply because I can't, you go on.

"I really care about you. I love you."

"I know." I smile into your shoulder. I realize that I do know. That I have known without hearing it from your lips. "You don't have to say it for me to know."

"But I want you to hear it."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

"Do you need me to tell you, too?"

"No."

My smile widens. "Do you want me to tell you?"

"Yeah." You laugh quietly. "I like the way it sounds."

"I love you."

"And so...they lived happily ever after."

We both laugh. I can't believe how cheesy you can be, but what's worse is that I just find it cute right now. I don't even pause to think about the likelihood of a happily ever after. I just laugh, and then I stop laughing. I only murmur the words 'good night', and you only barely tell me to have sweet dreams. I smile as I fall asleep, thinking that it's funny to have told you all of three times that I love you, when I never meant to in the first place. But I do.

[Next Part] Chapter Five: Orange

The Chronicles of Jaechul, Part Twenty

aidenrose — Tue, 08 Dec 2009 06:33:46 GMT

Title: The Chronicles of Jaechul
Authors: aidenrose and tvxqsocks
Part: Twenty (Chapters 191-200)
Previous parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 8, Se7en, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19
Total length: 777 chapters de gozaimasu.
Rating: PG-13 (sex changes, pregnancy, minor violence, language, and general stupidity. Contains a lot of jokes meant to be read and appreciated by true fans of SM Town ~~and other fandoms~~.)
Disclaimer: This is in no way meant to be offensive. It is intended to be taken as humor.
Frequency of Updates: Every day that is a multiple of seven.
Genre: Crack fan fiction. A.K.A, ridiculous parody-like nonsense. Humor.
Pairing: Jaejoong x Heechul
Synopsis: In order to get revenge against Lee Soo Man pushing him down a flght of stairs, Heechul gets the sex change he's always craved. Later he meets Jaejoong and it's love at first sight. This fic is about their daughter, Jaechul. That's a subplot.

We're back after our seven week hiatus! CHYEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!! :D aidenrose is now back from Brazil, so the chronicles will continue to be chronicled! YAY!

Disclaimer: No persons named Park Yoochun were harmed in the making of this fic.

Chapter One-hundred-ninety-one:

"Ahaha..." Donghae wiped away a tear of glee. "I never thought learning how to tie knots would come in so handy."
"I hate you, sunbaenim!" Key shook his fist at him as he wove a rope around Key's ankles.
"Show some respect," Kangin barked. "Not to mention gratitude."
"Gratitude?! For having my feet tied together?" Key spat.
"Donghae is the definition of gentleness and sensitivity. Would you rather I tie you up?" Kangin smirked. "With my big bear paws, all up in your space."
Key curled his lip in disgust and said no more.
"Thaaaaat's right." Kangin nodded. "Tie him up real good, Donghae."
"Can do, pop!"
"'Pop'?"
Donghae looked up. "It just sounded appropriate. Papa Bear."
"Papa Bear. I like it. Carry on."
Donghae nodded and tied an elaborately fast knot.
"Try walking."
Key took a few steps and tripped, fell into a nearby tent, and his elbow collided with Heechul's head.
"Key!" Taemin gasped, jumping in surprise.
"Oh, Taemin!" Key pushed himself off of Heechul's prone form.
"Oh, Key!"
"Taemin, Taemin, Taemin!"
"Key, Key, Key!"
Key inchwormed his way around Heechul and collapsed on top of Taemin, locking lips with the younger boy.
"HEY!"
Kangin grabbed Key's ankles and pulled him off of Taemin. Taemin gasped like a fish thrown onto land, and Donghae rushed into the tent, tripped over Heechul, and landed on top of Taemin.
"Oh, geez, sorry, Taemin." He sat up and dusted himself off. "You get 'im, Papa Bear?"
"I got him, the filthy child molester."
"You okay, kiddo?" Donghae poked Taemin gently.
"Sunbaenim." Taemin's lip quivered and Donghae helped him up to a sitting position. "Oh...Key!"
Key tried to say something, but Kangin stuffed the nearest thing at hand, Heechul's hand, into his mouth before he could get a single syllable out.
"We were going to let you walk free, Key!" Donghae said, frowning at him. "But you ruined your only chance."
"Ruined it so badly, he burned it twice and sent it down to the depths of the sea to be eaten by sharks and spat out into hell."

Chapter One-hundred-ninety-two:

Donghae fastened the knot and smirked at him.
"Well done. Try moving, you rapscallion."
Key glared at Kangin.
"Father, what are you doing to my baby Key?" Jaejoong cried, skipping over to the post where Key was now tied.
"Your baby likes babies."
"Huh?"
"He's a pedophile." Kangin narrowed his eyes.
"I am not! He's gone through puberty!" Key cried.
"Gag him, Donghae."
"Yessir." Donghae picked up a rock and stuffed it into Key's mouth.
"That's inhumane! What if he cracks a tooth?"
Kangin shrugged. "Onew broke his teeth too and it was no big deal."
"Hey now. He broke his teeth. That's never a small deal."
"Really?" Kangin raised an eyebrow.
"I just used the nearest thing at hand...sorry it ended up being a bad idea." Donghae shrugged. "Don't be such a hater."
"What?"
"I'm just saying, it seems like you're always hating stuff, Jaejoong."
"...Really?"
"Well, yeah. I mean, don't you hate me and Hyukjae?"
"No!" Jaejoong gasped. "I'm really supportive of you guys?"
Donghae blinked. "Really?"
"Yes!" Jaejoong grasped his hands. "I think what you have with him is beautiful and pure and sweet and cute and lovely and I hope that Chula and I can just be like you two!"
"He ships you," Se7en said easily, popping out of nowhere with seven graceful steps. "Take that rock out. I have something better. And no, Key, I'm not helping you. If your own label mates are giving you this treatment, who am I to intervene in seven ways?"
"Thanks for letting us handle it, Se7en." Donghae put on a latex glove and helped remove the rock from Key's mouth.
"Fuck you!" Key spat as soon as he was able.
"This is why we gagged you, Key. You have no manners," Donghae sighed.
"Here," Se7en said. He handed Donghae seven rolls of duct tape.
"Oooooh, duct tape!"
"I love this stuff!" Jaejoong giggled.
"What do you do with it?"
"Make stuff!"
"Like what?"
"Oh, you know. Stuff."
"What kind of stuff?"
"Jaejoong stuff."
"Oh. Say no more." Donghae ripped off a piece of duct tape and slapped it over Key's lips.
"Six more times, mi tuna delight."

Chapter One-hundred-ninety-three:

"I know you're hungry. I myself am hungry in seven ways. But we can't eat just yet. There is more work to be done."
"Can't we snack on Cheez-its?"
"Fine, whatever. But let me continue." Se7en cleared his throat seven times. "We only have five deer, and that is not seven deer. So we need to send out a group to hunt down the last two. So let's nominate people to go."
"I nominate Key." Kangin smirked. "Nothing like hard physical labor to work off sexual energy. Eh, Key?"
"I nominate Taemin to not go, then. Separation is good."
"Sunbaenim, I like Key!" Taemin sniffled.
"You're just confused. You're coming to like your abuser, Taemin, and it's not uncommon. It's just a complex. It isn't real."
"I nominate me," Yesung said. "I missed out on all the hunting action earlier."
"I nominate Yoochun," Yunho said.
"I nominate Yunho." Yoochun winked at him.
"And I nominate T.O.P.," Se7en said. "Good. That makes five of you, and five plus two deer equals seven."
"Uh, shouldn't I go, too?" Changmin asked, looking at Yoochun anxiously.
"Stay here are relax, babe!" Yoochun winked.
"Indeed, you must stay. We have seven. Alright, guys. Move out!"
Kangin stood up and ripped Key's duct tape gag off.
"YEEEEEOOOOOOOWWCHHH!" Key shrieked.
"Don't hurt him!" Taemin cried.
Lee Hyori pulled Taemin away from the scene.
"Why did you ungag him?" Donghae scratched the side of his head. "I mean, he doesn't need to talk to hunt."
Kangin and Donghae looked at each other for a few seconds.
"Good point."
Kangin applied fresh duct tape.
"Oh, duck tape!" Yoochun glowed. "I love that stuff!"

Chapter one-hundred-ninety-four:

"It's no wonder that Edward lives in this place! The air is so fresh and clean! I can almost smell him, somewhere in the distance, surveying his kingdom like a great majestic lion."
"Why try smelling him when you can smell me, baby?" Yoochun winked.
"Don't give Key a gun until he needs it. The dude is a child molester. We can't trust him to have thoughts while carrying a gun," T.O.P. said.
"Right," Yesung said.
"I desire the aroma of my darling Edward!"
"Why go after him when I'm right here for you to smell whenever you please?" Yoochun winked.
"I don't want to smell you. I just want my Edward, my beautiful scintillating vampire."
"Yeah? Well I know something that's even more scintillating." Yoochun winked.
"What's that?" Yunho coughed up a flower.
Yoochun sidled up to Yunho and whispered in his ear. Yunho looked at him and Yoochun winked.
"You greasy bastard," Yunho said and slapped the side of his head.
"Only for you, baby." Yoochun winked.
"I am not interested in you, okay? Can you sparkle in sunlight?"
"My husband can," Yesung said softly.
"I can oil up and sparkle just for you, baby!" Yoochun winked.
Key, Yesung, and T.O.P. all winced at the same time, unable to keep the mental image out of their minds.
"Can you climb trees like a spider monkey and run faster than the wind?"
"My husband can," Yesung said softly.
"No, but there are other things I can do fast." Yoochun winked.
"Like what?" Yunho cocked his head.
"Must you ask?" T.O.P. said.
"Don't answer him, Yoochun," Yesung said. "My paternal instincts are telling me that Key shouldn't hear this."
Key nodded.
"What paternal instincts? You're not a father."
"I can be your baby's father, Yunho baby." Yoochun winked.
"PARK YOOCHUN!" Changmin leapt out of the underbrush. "THAT'S ENOUGH!"
"Changmin baby! When did you get here? Couldn't bear to be away from me for more than a few minutes, huh?" Yoochun winked.
"Don't you 'Changmin baby' me! I heard what you said! Come here!" He charged Yoochun, who screamed and dropped his gun with a big bang as it went off and ran in the other direction.
Changmin chased him down, dodging trees and other obstacles.
The remaining people stared at each other.
"Two things," Yesung said softly, starting to walk again. "We will no longer be seven...and we are damn lucky that none of us got shot just now."
"Amen!"

Chapter One-hundred-ninety-five:

Yesung walked ahead of the rest of them, feeling irritated by Yunho's endless gushing over some mythical creature. He couldn't decide what he wanted more; Edward to pop out of that American woman's imagination into real life and sweep Yunho up off of his feet, or Yunho to face the bitterness of false hopes being crushed into smithereens and slowly losing interest.
However, Yunho was Yunho, and it might take an eternity for him to get over his one true love.
Yesung snickered.
An eternity.
He walked into the closed Gate to Hell and fell backwards.
"Ow!" He looked up and gasped. "Gate to Hell! What are you doing here? How did you leave my room?"
"I'm an amazing gate!" The Gate to Hell snickered.
"You can teleport?"
"Maybe."
"Are you stalking me?"
"Hey man. I'm just here in case you ever get tired and want to go back down 'n visit with the husband."
"I'm fine, really." Yesung glanced over his shoulder. "You should, like, leave."
"Okay, but he's gonna show up any second."
"My husband is?"
"No, God is."
"What the hell, man. What's he want with me?"
"I'm just yanking your chain."
"I don't have a chain."
"It's an expression. And you totally do."
"Mm," the Devil said, stepping out of the Gate. "You're on my chain, Yesung dear."
"Lucifer, what are you doing here?" Yesung pouted. "This is supposed to be a vacation for me."
"You lost the pervert - and yeah, you get brownie points for not flirting with him - so you'll no longer add up to seven when you get your deer."
"So?" Yesung coughed and stood up. The Devil kicked the back of his heel and caused him to fall into his arms in a dramatically contrived moment of romance.
"So I'm here to save you from non-sevenness."
"You don't even believe in that crap," Yesung said, gazing up into the dark eyes of the Devil. "Why are you really here?"
"I just want to shoot stuff."
"I thought as much."
"Don't worry about your friends. They won't be bothered by my presence."
"It'll boggle their puny minds. You're a random sexy dude that pops out of nowhere in the middle of the woods."
"Speaking of that, is it legal for you to hunt here?"
"Don't know, don't care."
"Oh well. Don't worry. They'll forget that they ever met me."
"Hard to imagine...you're so striking."
"Oh ho ho," the Devil purred. "Aren't you sweet today?"
"Today and every day. Forever."

Chapter One-hundred-ninety-six:

Heechul opened his eyes slowly and the tent swam.
"Oh! Her eye twitched!"
Who the hell was being so noisy?
"Is she awake?"
Yeah. Look at my eyes roam around this god-forsaken tent.
"I think she's still out of it. Is she dead?"
No, my eyes are open.
"Chula baby!"
Oh, Jaejae!
"Are your eyes open, woozykins?"
Woozykins. Must he use those terms? Yes, my eyes are open, you twit of a spouse!
"They are, aren't they?"
The face of Jaejoong slowly came into view, concerned and watery.
I can see you, snookie.
"She smiled at me!"
I'm grimacing. My head hurts.
...
Why does my head hurt?
Oh, god, the pain. The paaaaaaiiiiiiiin.
"Baby! Are you okay? Stay with me, you woozy wonder!"
"Shut up," Heechul moaned.
"You spoke!" Jaejoong crowed. "You blessed my ears with your heavenly voice!"
"No, sweetie," Heechul groaned. "I nearly died...and I...you...you are the angel."
"Oh, Chula!"
"Oh, Jaejae."
"Chula, Chula, Chula!"
"Jaejae, Jaejae, Jaejae..."
"Oh, Chula!"
"Ngh..."
"Too much, my sweetiekinzywinz?"
"Ngh."

Chapter One-hundred-ninety-seven:

"Look what I found, you guys." Yesung coughed and gestured to the Devil. "A fifth member...to replace Yoochun...Rest in peace."
"Rest in peace," everyone except Key murmured.
"If he dies, you gonna get 'im?" Yesung looked at the Devil.
"I think all of TVXQ is slated to go to hell."
"Really?"
"Except me," Yunho said. "I'm going to live forever with Edward!"
"Why is this young boy gagged?" the Devil asked. "How unnecessarily cruel."
"I thought you liked cruelty, sweetie."
"I do. I just don't see why you guys do, though."
"He's been hitting on a twelve-year-old back in camp."
"Taemin is sixteen," Yunho said. "Not twelve."
"Oh well. He's a creeper."
Key's eyes shone with tears.
"Why don't you just kill him? Waste of duct tape."
"Ouch," T.O.P. said. "That was harsh, stranger dude."
The Devil stared down T.O.P. and then chuckled.
"Dude thinks he doesn't know me," the Devil said to Yesung.
"What, does he?"
"Are you kidding? You thought his juvenile delinquent aura was fake?"
"Well, yeah..."
"I'm an adult."
"Come on, Yesung. Let's go kill an innocent woodland creature and call it sport." The Devil slung his arm around Yesung's neck and started walking.
"And I'll see you in Hell," he threw over his shoulder at T.O.P.
"Strange..." Yunho looked up from his pocket scrapbook of him and Edward. Every picture of Robert Pattinson to be found on the internet, he had photoshopped himself into and printed off. "Whoever would've thought that someone would love Yesung?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Haven't you ever been in love, Teepee?"
"What was that?"
"Clearly you haven't been attuned to the lovely aura of love that saturates couples like a thick margarine soup...."

Chapter One-hundred-ninety-eight:

Donghae and Eunhyuk exchanged a glance.
"Has Key touched you anywhere inappropriate, Taemin?" Donghae broke the long silence between the three of them, sitting in one of the tents on pink cushions.
"Inappropriate?" Taemin blinked. "Like where?"
Donghae and Eunhyuk tilted their heads in confusion. They looked at each other and shrugged, and spoke in audibly low voices.
"Maybe he hasn't...I mean, he is just a kid. If he hasn't hit puberty yet, there's no reason for him to be shy, right?"
"Someone still should've talked to him about it."
"But Taemin has been raised by people like Key, who might want to keep him in the dark."
"How villainous!"
"Heinous!"
They looked at Taemin simultaneously and patted his shoulders.
"Guys, you know I'm six-"
"It's okay, sweetie. We want to be parents. We know what we're doing."
"And saying."
"Taemin..."
"Yes, hyung?" Taemin repressed tears and fears.
"When a man and woman...or a woman and a woman...or a man and a man...love each other very much..."
"Like us," offered Eunhyuk.
"Sometimes-"
"-or often-"
"-those people might do things together." Donghae paused and coughed. "You take it from here, love."
"Why me?"
"You had a sister."
"So?"
"Well, Taemin...is a girl too, so I thought that you might know how to talk to him better..."
Taemin's jaw dropped slowly, and then he started to cry.
Eunhyuk cupped his hands around Donghae's ear and whispered something.
"Oh!" Donghae bit his lip. "Sorry. Taemin, I'm sorry."
"It's...it's okay, hyung..." Taemin bit the collar of his shirt and looked away.
Another long and awkward silence ensued.
"Well, in that case..." Donghae pulled out a small, sinister book. He leapt to his feet and punched the air triumphantly. "We can use this!"
"A book?" Taemin grimaced.
Donghae sat down next to him and slung a hopefully paternal arm around his shoulders.
"See, Taemin...this book has everything you need to know about the male body and how it will change! It even has a chapter on sex!"
"Hyung!"
"Don't worry! You'll be so much more prepared once you know!"
"He's right! We've been through this, remember, Taemin. We're knowledgeable."
"Page ooooonnnee..." Donghae opened the book.
Education happened.

Chapter One-hundred-ninety-nine:

Yoochun ran into a stream and slipped on the slippery rocks. He desperately pulled himself out of the stream just as Changmin leapt over it with his long legs of advantageous height.
"Wait!" Yoochun screamed. "Don't kill me, baby boy!"
Changmin gnashed his teeth in rage.
"Baby boy, you stay on my mind! Fulfill my fantasies, I think about you all the time, I see you in my dreams," sang Yoochun. Badly.
Changmin slugged him with a hundred percent force.
"You're pathetic!" Changmin spat. "I thought I curbed your lecherous nature back by being your stable boyfriend...but maybe I should just castrate you, eh? Can't trust you anywhere! Mm-mm no!"
Yoochun's head swam with the pain of his face's collision with Changmin's fist and he sniffled.
"Baby..." Yoochun began to cry.
"Don't you wibble at me." Changmin curled his lip in disgust. "From now on, I'm not your baby. We're breaking up!"
"No!" Yoochun said quickly. "I can explain!"
"Who cares?"
"I did it because I want to top!" Yoochun said in a rush. "I want to top with someone and you...are..."
"Seme."
"Yeah."
"Is that all?"
"Yeah." Yoochun wiped away a trickle of blood from his nose.
Changmin laughed.
"All you had to do was say so."
"What, so...?" Yoochun's expression grew into a lopsided grin. "I can be seme?"
"No." Changmin laughed again.
Yoochun sobbed.
"FINE! THEN I'LL FIND SOMEONE I CAN BE SEME WITH!"
"Ha!" Changmin cackled and stood up. "Good luck."
Yoochun pushed himself to his feet and sneezed bloodily.
"Aghhchchkk...you hit too hard. That's another reason why I'm leaving you! You're too violent!"
"You'll be back."
"No." Yoochun wiped his face on his sleeve. "I'll find someone who isn't disgusted by me being in them!"
"But it is disgusting."
"SHUT UP!" Yoochun walked away, huffing angrily.

Chapter Two-hundred:

"Didyoubringthecrochethook?"
"This?" The witch doctor held up a fishing hook. "Yes."
"Nothat'snotwhatIneed!"
"Slowly."
"Ican'ttalkslowlyandyouknowit.Thatisn'tacrochethook!"
"Is this what you wanted? A simple yes or no."
"No."
"I said say yes or no..."
"Idid!" Outsider kicked an imaginary bucket over. "No!"
"My god..."
"What?"
"You speak too quickly to make any sound at all now...We have no choice! We must knit this scarf, or you will become so quick that the Guinness World Records book will be too slow to be able to find you and add you. You'll be too fast for anything. Anything."
"Ohmygod."
"Yes. Here. Take these two knitting needles."
Outsider bit back his tears and took the needles from the witch doctor. They sat down together, and the witch doctor slowly taught Outsider the ways of knitting.
"Don't worry," the witch doctor said at some point. "You'll be okay. And once this is through, you'll have the skill of knitting! It's very useful! You can knit all sorts of things, like sweaters and hats and mittens!"
"ButwhydoyouneedthosethingsinPeru?"
The witch doctor patted his shoulder.
"Best not to talk, my boy."
Outsider nodded sorrowfully.

[Next Part] Part Twenty One: Jaechul Stuff

Polychromatic Us: Chapter Three

aidenrose — Tue, 03 Nov 2009 02:58:23 GMT

Title: Polychromatic Us
Part: Chapter Three: Blue
Previous Parts: Chapter One, Chapter Two
Genre: Romance
Pairing: Donghae / Eunhyuk
Rating: PG-13 (sensuality)
Word Count: 4,226
Synopsis: Colors have always been there in our relationship...from the day I met you. If I were to tell our story, I’d do it with a canvas and paint; vibrant colors of every shade and hue.
Next Update: No specific date.

BOY, did I have a hard time writing this. I'm so late because of it... ;_; I am very sorry!!! Many thanks go to my best friend and beta tvxqsocks for all her patient support and help editing and getting rid of my Polychromatic Us!writer's block. Thank you! <3 ILY! ^^

Today I went down to the beach at night, because there is a beautiful full moon here in Brazil...and I wrote "Super Junior" in huuuuuuuuge letters, and then dotted the i with a heart and wrote "haehyuk" in Korean in it. :D

I'm a Cyworld noob~ D:

Okay! Please read and enjoy! ^ ^ /

Blue

The sky outside my window is a perfect shade of blue, cloudless and vast. It's so clear and pretty that it feels like I'm looking at a painting inside of a dream. I feel like going to the park and lying on the grass and simply enjoying the weather, but I'm stuck in my room staring at my cellphone, caught in a downward spiral of indecision and indecisiveness.

It's been a week since I took you to my home for my birthday, and I haven't seen you outside of classes since then. Even inside of class, we don't talk, and it's confusing me and all of our friends. Usually I would gravitate towards you after practice, or you would seek me out, and one way or another we would end up spending more time together. But now it feels like there's a wall of unspoken reasons keeping us apart.

Simply put, we're avoiding each other.

It's been hours since I've woken up, and because it's the weekend, I don't have anything to do. I've gone through my normal routine, uncharacteristically skipped a meal, and have thought of nothing else but doing something - namely calling you - to put an end to this.

I select your number again and stare moodily at it. I don't want to avoid you - I want to be with you. I wish I had a flower to pick the petals from, alternating between deciding to call you and not call you, so that somehow the decision could be made for me. But even if I did that, and landed on not calling you, I wouldn't settle for it.

Actually, I know what I want to do. It's just doing it that is proving so difficult for me.

It's just a button that I have to press. One press of a button, and I'd call you, and you would probably pick up. I could hear your voice, and talk with you again. I can imagine a thousand things that I want to say, one after another, for years. I sigh dejectedly. I want you to know that I like you...I just don't have the confidence to tell you. If I confess to you, and you don't like me, it will be awkward for both of us, and will almost definitely make it impossible to be friends.

Now that I'm experiencing what it's like when you're absent from my life, I don't, I don't, I don't want that to happen.

But if I don't say anything, I feel like I'm risking us just drifting apart. What happened that day wasn't even a big deal. It wasn't like you kissed me. I blush, and bite my lip so hard that it hurts, and move my thumb over the button to call you. Nothing happened. I count to three twice and then press call. I can feel my cheeks growing hotter before you've even picked up, and when you do, my heart starts hammering.

"Hyukjae." Your tone is surprised. Maybe even a little bit pleased.

"Hi," I say breathlessly. "Good time?"

"Always."

I close my eyes, defeated. Always, you say.

"When you say that, I forget why I called." I laugh sadly. "Honestly..."

"What did you want to say?"

"I was going to ask why it feels like I haven't seen you at all."

"I'm sorry," you say. "I know it's been distant."

"Why has it been?"

I turn my head away and cough in the long silence that follows my question. "Did I do something?"

"No!" you say quickly. "It wasn't you."

"'Wasn't'? So can we go back to normal now?"

"To normal?" You pause. "Who knows? Anyway, I miss you. I was going to call you. Where are you?"

"In my room." You miss me after a week. And if I miss you after a week, and I like you, does that mean that you like me? I sigh inwardly. Not necessarily. After all, friends miss each other too.

"What are you doing in your room? It's beautiful. You should come outside."

"Where are you?" I look out of the window again.

"Out," you say cutely.

"Alone?"

"No, but I can be."

"Why?" I bite my lip, anticipating your answer.

"For you, of course." The answer that I wanted to hear. "Just say that you'll meet me."

"Hey," I say softly, unable to stop myself. "Why do you treat me like this? So nicely."

"Aren't I nice to everyone?"

"Yes, but...do you treat everyone like this?"

"Will you come out and meet me?"

"Where?"

"Have you eaten anything?"

"No."

"What's the matter with you? It's like three o'clock." You sigh. "Let's go eat, then."

"Okay." I sit up and smile at the sky. "Where?"

"Let's decide later. Come meet me first."

"Right now?"

"Yes!"

I laugh, and you tell me where to meet you. You say goodbye and hang up, forcing me to get a move on. I wash my face again and change into a different set of clothes, and then I grab my wallet and the key to my dorm and leave. So easy, once I called you, to reestablish a connection with you.

When I see you, my heart feels like it's going to stop, and I take a second to linger a distance away and just look at you.

Why do I feel so starved? As if I hadn't seen you at all.

I walk towards you, and you spot me and meet me halfway, wearing a smile that me shows more genuinely than any words could that you're happy to see me. I'm sure that the same feeling is expressed in my own irrepressible smile.

"Hi," you say, something about your voice striking me as sweet. "Long time no see, it feels like."

"Yeah. Did you wait long?"

You shake your head. I want to touch you, to hold your hand, to hug you, even to kiss you. I wish that I had the freedom to express myself like that, but I absolutely, truly, positively don't. If only, if only, if only, I think.

"Let's go!"

You lead me to a café that you like, and after wondering for a moment over how quickly you've adapted to this city and found favorites, and looking over the menu for far too long, we order flavored bubble tea, and I order a sandwich. You aren't really hungry, you say, so you don't order anything else.

We sit down at a table, and you apologize for being so distant. I tell you that it isn't your fault, and that I didn't do anything to make it better over the week either.

"But," you say, leaning your chin into your hands on the table and pouting, "you called me."

"Yeah," I say quietly. "I'm really happy that you picked up...I thought you might not have."

"No, I...I wanted to talk to you."

"About what?"

"That's..." You wave your hand, as if searching for words. "It's not important. Just to talk about stuff, you know? About nothing."

"I like talking to you."

"God, me too! I missed talking...we just click, don't we? I like having a friend like that, who understands me."

"I see." I laugh, blushing at my response, but fortunately one of the employees brings what we ordered to our table, and you don't seem to notice. I understand you less than you think - about normal stuff, stuff I might talk about with anyone, I do understand you well - but when it comes to knowing how you feel about me...

"Eat," you say. "Stop spacing out."

"Sorry." I let my eyes fall to my sandwich and dig in. I'm really hungry. I knew that it was stupid to not eat anything earlier, but I wasn't in the mood to eat. Now I'm ravenous - too hungry to feel self conscious eating in front of you, thankfully. Sometimes I get the feeling that you're watching me eat, but I don't want you to notice me noticing you, so I don't look up.

"Feel better?" you ask as I finish.

"Much."

"Good." You smile and bite your straw. "You should eat properly."

"I know." I pick up my tea and sip it.

"Does this ever make you wonder what you'll lose?" you ask musingly, stirring your tea around and trying to capture the tapioca pearls with your straw. "If we debut and become famous."

"Does what?"

"Just sitting in public, and talking...and eating...just being out in public, with no one noticing you."

"I hadn't thought about it." I rest my chin in my palm. "But...with everything you gain, you always lose something."

"You think it's worth it?

I shrug. "It's what I want. Isn't it what you want too? To be a singer?"

You nod. "But sometimes, I wonder what a normal adult life would be like."

"Like our parents' lives."

"Think, though - that kind of life isn't something that we'll ever experience for ourselves if we become idols. We won't have the privacy and anonymity to play with. The youngest years of our adult lives will be spent under a critical eye..."

"But it's my dream." I smile hesitantly. "This is what I really want to do."

"Yeah. It's a dream."

"The dream."

"Mm." You nod. "Shall we go?"

"Where to?"

"Was there somewhere you wanted to go to?"

"Mmm...I was thinking it was a really nice day, and I wanted to go to a park." I pause and laugh. "I didn't, though."

"We can go now! There won't be that many people there anymore. It's kind of late in the afternoon, so it's not really the popular time..."

"Would that be okay?"

"Yeah! I want to go too."

"Okay, let's go!" I stand up and start walking, and you catch up with me and talk about singing as we walk there. It's a short walk, but there isn't a moment of silence as we talk about whatever comes to mind, switching through subjects as easily as water slips through our fingers.

"It's so empty," I say as we walk a little further into the park from one of the main entrances. "And it's such a nice day!"

"But you were indoors, too. And it is a big park." You skip ahead and start walking up a hill towards a botanical display. This kind of park isn't just for people to come and lie in the sun and play with their children. It's almost geared for tourism. It has traditional buildings and displays of flowers, meticulously maintained gardens, and paths that lead to more secluded areas, all worked into one beautiful sprawling place.

It's on one of those paths that I follow you, until we reach a practically deserted part of the park and you look back, as if remember that I'm here. It's quiet, and still, and beautiful here. Throughout not just this part of the park, but all of it, flowering trees are in full bloom.

"You like this?" you ask, walking backwards and smiling at me until I catch up with you. "Nature, I mean."

"Yeah, but I think I like cities more. There's more to do. And I'm used to them, so..." I shrug. "Maybe I wouldn't say that if there weren't parks."

"I want to...go to the ocean." Your smile widens. "I haven't been in a while."

"Maybe during summer break..."

"We should all go together!" You blink as if you've said something wrong, or you've just remembered something or had a sudden idea. "We should go together."

"What?"

"Never mind." You wave your hand. "When it's summer, we can talk about it, after all. It's not for a while still."

"Okay..." I wonder what you meant by taking out the all in we should go together.

"It's fun," you say, swatting playfully at branches as we walk. "It's always fun with you."

"I don't think that I'm very fun."

"I think you are. All of your friends do, too."

"Oh?" I can't help but smile. "That's nice to know."

"I think that...you're the best thing that's happened to me since I came here."

I blush. "Well, you introduced yourself. You made it happen."

"Aren't you glad that I did?"

"Absolutely" is the answer that escapes my lips. I want to say more. I want you tell you how I really feel so badly, but I'm too afraid to take the risk. Just thinking about it makes my heart beat faster with nervousness.

"I'm happy that you called me."

Your hand brushes mine as you pass me, making my heart leap. I thought for a second that you were going to hold my hand. I want to hold your hand so badly that it hurts.

"Actually, it is important."

"What is?" I put my hand in my pocket to get rid of the impression that yours left on it.

"The thing I wanted to talk about."

"Oh," I say, giving you my attention. "Okay."

"Listen..." you come to a stop and look at me hesitantly. You open your mouth a few times, and then sigh with frustration and run your hand through your hair. You take a step towards me and then take a short breath and speak in a rushed, exasperated tone.

"I like you." My heart skips a beat. "You're my best friend."

My heart sinks a little, and I smile weakly and look at the ground. It would be nice for someone else, I think, to hear that. I know it's my own fault that I feel so let down and disappointed. You're my best friend. It should be all I want, but I want so much more. I thought your hesitation might have meant that you would tell me that you want to be more than friends.

"Hyukjae."

I have to force myself to look up at you.

"I really like you."

"Like me how?" I ask, a broken, short laugh escaping with my words. I can't help myself but to ask. It hurts so much that I can't take it anymore. I need to know how you feel.

You bite your lip for half a second, and as you open your mouth to answer me, my pent up feelings and pain force themselves to the surface, and I say more.

"Because I don't like you as a friend. I like you, you know? I like you so much that it hurts."

In the silence after my words, I blush with embarrassment. I can't look at you anymore - not even to see what kind of expression you're wearing. Why won't you say anything? Why couldn't I have been happy with best friends and gone on a little longer without knowing?

You won't say anything, I realize. You don't feel the same. Even though it's the last thing I want to do at a moment like this, I can't help it: I'm crying. I turn away, trying to hide it, and then I realize that I shouldn't be here at all anymore. So I take a step backwards, prepared to walk - or run - away.

"Sorry," I say hollowly. "I'll leave first."

"Wai-"

You grab my arm and jerk me back. My heart leaps in disbelief as you lean in and kiss me, holding onto both of my arms with an increasingly gentle grip. All of my thoughts of leaving, of confusion, of being rejected, are gone, replaced by euphoria. I didn't know that lips felt like this, or that kissing inspired such a sense of intimacy with the other person. It's sweet and unique.

Your lips slowly leave mine, and I remember to breathe. At some point I had closed my eyes without realizing it, and I open them now to find you smiling at me, your face so close for an instant that I could have counted your eyelashes. I smile shyly, too dazed - too stunned - to really smile at you with as much emotion as I'm feeling yet.

"Okay?" You brush my tears off of my cheeks and then put your hands on my shoulders. "I like you like that too."

I feel like I should say something, but I'm in too much shock to. You start laughing at my expression and pull me closer, and I hug you. For the first time, I want you to feel my heart beating. You fit perfectly in my arms; I fit perfectly in yours. I know that later I'll really understand how my world has just changed, but for now I don't want to think. For now it's enough to feel exactly in the present.

"I thought you liked me...I thought that you couldn't be this shy with everyone...and so I tried telling you without telling you," you say quietly. "And then I tried telling you, and couldn't. Your birthday..."

"So that's..." my voice is so quiet that if we were any further apart, you wouldn't be able to hear. "That's what that was..."

"I didn't want to ruin your birthday if I was wrong." You laugh quietly. "Sorry."

"How...how long've...?"

"Since the beginning."

"All this time?"

"Couldn't you tell?"

"Not...not really."

You let go of me and look at me with one raised eyebrow. "Who else flirts with you?"

"F-Flirts?" I stammer, blushing. "No one!"

"I'm the only one, right?"

"No one else...talks to me like you do."

"That's good." You sit down on a low stone wall and pat the space next to you, inviting me to sit next to you. "I'd be upset if someone else was..."

"I don't like anyone else," I say as I sit beside you. If I was going to calm down and stop blushing, now it's really impossible. "J-...just you."

You kiss my cheek quickly, and I surprise myself and you by laughing lightly.

"What?" You smile at me, leaning forward so that you would be in my field of vision even if I weren't looking directly at you. But I am, and my smile has turned into a grin.

"I'm just really happy."

"Me too." You brush my bangs away from my eyes and then stroke my face, as if brushing something away. But I know that there isn't anything there. You're just touching me. "Can I call you my boyfriend?"

"When talking to whom?" I don't even try to keep my face from showing how ecstatic I am - and why should I? I want you to know.

"To me."

"Yes."

"You can call me yours too."

"'Kay."

We laugh. I almost feel dizzy, and I dig one of my fingernails into my palm to check if I'm dreaming. You kissed me, and confessed to me, and now you've asked me to be your boyfriend.

"To whom..." you wonder quietly, leaning back on your hands and looking up at the fragments of the sky through the leaves. "I guess we can't tell anyone, huh. I mean...no one."

I shake my head. "No one can know."

"That's going to be hard."

I look at you, at the way you're biting your lip as you always do, and your small frown as you think. The way the wind lightly ruffles your hair, and the way your neck stretches as you tilt your head back, and think that you, who are already one of the best friends, want to be my boyfriend. I think that it's worth it to give it at least a chance, with all of the effort that we can give, even though it will be difficult.

"But we don't have a choice, right?" You look at me and smile.

"I don't."

"I don't."

"So we don't." I laugh. "I wasn't expecting anything else, anyway. I mean...I don't want people to know. It wouldn't be..."

"Comfortable," you say. "Even if we weren't both boys...it would be weird, right?"

"A little."

"I really want to be with you. I don't like lying, or being sneaky...and I'm not good at it...but it's not like we're hiding something bad. Or that we're doing it for a bad reason."

"Right...it's just for our own sakes...and everyone's sakes, really. It's just to have things be quiet and simple."

"But it's not just not telling anyone..." You sigh. "We can't give it away by our behavior."

"Like now." I blush.

"Yeah, like now. People know we're really good friends. It's okay if they know we're best friends. In fact, it's good if they do...they just can't think that we're anything more than best friends."

"I wonder what happens if..." I pause and consider the chances. "You know, we don't debut together. How we'd see each other."

"We can't do anything about that." You sigh again. "But even if we do...we won't have time alone together. Not really, you know? Maybe moments, maybe even hours...but we wouldn't really be alone - like in a dorm, we can't really be alone..."

"I know." I grimace. "But it'd be worse if we don't debut together."

"In that case, only moments..." You look at me seriously. "Can you do that?"

I shrug. "We can still talk."

"I want to do more than talk," you whine. "But I can do it! I mean, I think I'd be okay if that's what it came to."

"It's okay with me."

"You'd miss me, wouldn't you?"

I blush, and you smile and nod. "Yeah, I know."

"I hope we debut together," I say quietly. "Wouldn't it be fun?"

"It'd be amazing!"

"We just have to hope for it, then..."

"Mhmm!" You stand up and pull me up by my hand. "C'mon, let's walk. There's no one here today."

"Okay." Telling myself to not be so shy, I hold your hand as we walk. At first we don't say anything, but then we start talking again - about nothing in particular. Just conversation, as we've always had. The only difference is that my hand is in yours, and maybe some shift towards closeness that wasn't there before.

But then I remember something that, feeling as happy as I am now, I tell you without thinking that it might be embarrassing.

"That was my first kiss."

"I know."

"How do you know?"

"I just know."

"Anyway, I wanted it to be with you."

"Why are you so cute?" You laugh. "This is why I like you!"

"I'm cute?" I blush.

"Yes you are!" You laugh again and then make an amendment to your previous statement. "One of the reasons I like you. I don't mind saying it, that you're cute. You've always liked me, haven't you?"

"Yeah...since before I met you...actually."

"So why did we take so long?"

"I don't know." I laugh. "I guess because be both weren't really sure?"

"I guess so..." You come to a stop and look at your cellphone to check the time, making me realize that it's getting darker. We're still holding hands, and I can't stop smiling because of it. Because of you. "Want to go have fun and eat and then head home before curfew?"

"Yeah...What time is it?"

"It's past six already."

"Already?" I blink. "That doesn't seem right."

You shrug, smiling. "Time flies."

"What if I hadn't called you? What if you hadn't picked up?"

"Then we wouldn't be like this." You smile and squeeze my hand. "Not yet, anyway. Someway or another, we'd get here, I think."

You pull me away from the path and down a slope towards a small garden. But we don't stop at the garden, as I thought we might, to admire it. It's hard to see anyway, as the light is quickly dimming. Soon the light and the sky will be the same soft shade of blue. You lead me into a small grove of trees and hug me, and for a second, I think you're older than me for some reason.

Minutes go by, but I don't count them. I'm just perfectly content to hug you and be hugged by you here, only the second time since we've become people who openly like each other. I'll never get tired of this, I think. I'll always want to be hugged by not just someone like you, but by you exactly.

You let go of me just a little bit, and whisper for now right before you kiss me. It gives me butterflies and an odd, warm sensation at the same time. The feel of your lips is so raw and warm and real, contrasting with the quickly cooling air around us, and before I'm used to it, it's over again.

"For later?" you ask, waiting for my invitation. I can't say anything, so I just meet you halfway and kiss you again. I feel almost giddy, beside myself with happiness, yet somehow quieted with shyness. How long have I wanted to kiss you? How long have I wanted to hold hands with you? How suddenly has this happened, and how lucky am I?

Unbelievably lucky to be liked by you.

"Okay..." you sigh and take my hand again. "Let's go."

As we near the exit to the park and the crowded streets of Seoul, you casually let go of my hand. And so, I think, begins a new age of secrecy for both of us

[Next Part] Chapter Four: Red

EunHae One-shot: Count Hyukula

aidenrose — Tue, 27 Oct 2009 01:33:34 GMT

Title: Count Hyukula
Length: One-shot / 1250
Genre: Fluff, romance, comedy
Pairing: Eunhyuk / Donghae
Rating: PG
Synopsis: Eunhyuk tries to pull a Halloween prank on Donghae...as Count Hyukula!

Dedicated to my friend xoxo_nat_xx for her birthday! Thank you for requesting this prompt - I had fun with it! I hope that you like it!! ^^ HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
(This also counts as my Halloween fic! ^w^)

Count Hyukula

Donghae woke up to the weight of someone - and he had a pretty good guess about who it was - sitting on his stomach, their knees planted on either side of him. He wanted to ignore it, but ignoring it wouldn't make it go away. What did he want? He was just sitting there, motionless, and it made Donghae shiver to think that he was just watching him.

He opened his eyes just a crack, and for a moment, he couldn't believe what he saw. So he opened his eyes fully and then burst out laughing. Eunhyuk was sitting on him, wearing an oversized costume cloak, complete with a huge collar, and he was smiling at him like an overstuffed vulture with two fake fangs poking out over his bottom lip like snaggle teeth.

"I am Count Hyukula!" Eunhyuk chortled in an embarrassingly bad accent which he must have thought was Draculaesuqe. "I have come to drink your blood!"

Donghae laughed and bit his bottom lip, and then reached up and smacked him on the forehead when he leaned down with his mouth open as if about to bite him.

"That is weird," Donghae said. "Don't even try it."

"What's weird? It's not that different from kissing," Eunhyuk whined, his accent slipping as he tried to get around Donghae's hand. "It's funny!"

"It's not funny," Donghae hissed. "And don't say that here!"

"No one can hear...Don't hit me." He gave up and crossed his arms, pouting down at him.

"I've never really hit you," Donghae said, rolling his eyes. "Don't say it in that tone."

"I know..." Eunhyuk frowned. "Why are you in such a bad mood?"

"I'm not," Donghae said. He touched his neck and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, zoning out a little bit as his dream came back to him. "Sorry."

"I'm just trying to bite you."

"Did you bite me in my sleep?"

"Huh? No."

"Really?"

"I really didn't." Eunhyuk laughed. "Why?"

"I had a dream that yo-" Donghae broke off and blushed. "No, never mind. I woke up when you got on top of me."

"Had a dream that I what?" Eunhyuk smirked. He tried to adjust the fangs so that he could speak more easily, but gave up and took them out. "I wouldn't bite you in your sleep...you'd wake up and freak out for sure."

"Yeah," Donghae said. "That would be weirder."

"Blood tastes good." Eunhuk smiled and put his fangs in again, amplifying the creepy effect of his comment. Smiling like a vampire would, Donghae thought.

"How do you know that?" Donghae raised an eyebrow and cringed at the same time.

"Everyone knows blood is tasty." Eunhyuk blinked. "And haven't you licked a cut or something before?"

"Yeah, but I haven't ever thought that it tasted good." Donghae grabbed another pillow and put it beneath his head. "What time is it?"

"Nine or so." Eunhyuk shrugged. "Lemme bite you. Just so you have a good story to tell."

"Tell to who? And you really want me to tell people that you snuck into my room and tried to bite me with vampire fangs on Halloween? That makes you look weird."

"I don't really care. And it's cute...."

"Hyukjae." Donghae sat up on his hands. "Why do you want to bite me so badly?"

"I don't know." Eunhyuk laughed. "I thought it would be kind of fun."

"I think it's weird."

"Why?" Eunhyuk crossed his arms around Donghae's neck. "It's not like I really want to be a vampire."

"I had a dream that you were a vampire."

Eunhyuk burst out laughing. "Really?"

"Yeah. Just now."

"Was it sexy?"

"It was disturbing," Donghae said. "You were drinking my blood! I was gonna die."

"Not die," Eunhyuk corrected. "You'd become a vampire, too!"

"How lovely."

Eunhyuk laughed again. "Was it like this?"

He tilted his head and opened his mouth as if going to bite him, and Donghae pushed him away and laid down again, holding him away at arm's length.

"Don't," Donghae pleaded. "Please."

"I'm just playing with you," Eunhyuk said softly, frowning a little bit. "Was it a nightmare?"

"Sort of. Just don't!"

Eunhyuk sighed and took the fangs out and put them down on Donghae's night stand. He lowered Donghae's hands gently until he was no longer blocking his way, and leaned down, asking him to trust him with his eyes.

"Just this, then," he whispered. He tilted his head and kissed Donghae's neck gently, just where he might have bitten him.

"So human," Donghae said, covering how touched he was. "See, this is fine."

Eunhyuk laughed softly and slowly kissed his way to the other side of his neck.

"But maybe..." He laughed again and then bit his neck so lightly that he wouldn't even leave a temporary mark. It was just enough pressure so that Donghae could feel it, but it was gentle and didn't draw attention to itself. It lasted for a second, and then Eunhyuk moved off of him and laid down next to him on his side, propping his head up on his elbow.

"So bad?"

Donghae turned towards him and frowned, even though he was blushing. He was going to tell him yes, but couldn't, because as soon as he saw Eunhyuk laughing, he had to laugh himself.

"You bit me!"

"Yes," Eunhyuk purred. "And now you're mine for all eternity."

"You're not a vampire."

"But if I were a vampire, I would want you to be on too." He moved closer and Donghae made room for him on the pillow. "I want to be together forever."

"That's so cheesy," Donghae said, laughing lightly. Eunhyuk smiled without a hint of embarrassment and pulled out a small box from his pocket.

"Here," he said, handing it to Donghae.

"What is it?"

"I'm proposing," Eunhyuk said and then laughed, covering his face with his hand.

Donghae looked at him for a second, and when Eunhyuk's smile didn't change, he opened the box. Inside were candies, some in orange wrappers with jack-o-lanters and bats on them.

"You said you were proposing!" Donghae laughed and took out a candy.

"Will you marry me?"

"Yeah," Donghae said. "Of course."

"Good, good." He kissed Donghae's hand and then took a piece of Halloween candy out. "I'd hoped you'd say yes."

"How could I say no?" Donghae bit into a piece of candy. "You want to be with me forever. I'd be an idiot to refuse that kind of adoration."

"Don't you love me too?" Eunhyuk bit his lip. "Maybe you don't because I bit you."

"I love you." Donghae stroked his collarbone once and then took another piece of candy. "Even when you bite me."

"So you liked it?"

Donghae blushed and shrugged.

"I see." Eunhyuk smirked. "So what shall we do today? Go to the company party?"

"Are you going as 'Count Hyukula'?"

"Of course! You should come as a vampire too."

"I don't know..." Donghae mused. "Maybe. But anyway - that's later."

"Are you trying to say now is us time, and you don't want to talk about it?"

"Look who knows me so well. Also, I usually have to come to you..." Donghae mused, closing his eyes as Eunhyuk kissed his cheek. "It's nice."

"It's a holiday," he said. "Although, it's kind of a strange holiday to propose on, I guess."

"Halloween..." Donghae raised an eyebrow. "That is kind of weird."

"At least you accepted my proposal..."

"Right." Donghae smiled. "Happy Halloween."

HaeHyuk One-shot: He Snores, But He's Yours

aidenrose — Tue, 20 Oct 2009 00:57:19 GMT

Title: He Snores, But He's Yours
Length: One-shot / 1122
Genre: Fluff, Romance
Pairing: Donghae / Eunhyuk
Rating: PG-13
Synopsis: Eunhyuk has to deal with Donghae's snoring.

HOLA FROM BRAZIL!

LOL. :'D I am so sorry about this title...it sounds like crack, doesn't it? It's serious! I might have written this while I was being kept awake by a snoring person. I thought..."How would Eunhae deal? = =", and that might be how this was born. I DO NOT THINK THAT DONGHAE REALLY SNORES, AHAHAH~! He doesn't look like the snoring type. ~~but who knows?~~ I also do not endorse sleeping with a snoring person. Sleep separately for the sake of your health if it bothers you!

Also, yay for my first true 2nd-person piece of fiction!

One final note...I may not answer comments unless you have a question while I am in Brazil, because the internet is slow (takes a LONG time to load a comment reply for some reason =\) So...Since I'm only here for a while, I would rather spend the time in the jungle ^^; ...But I really, really appreciate each and every comment you guys leave me. They really encourage me!!! ^^ <3
CHYEEEAAAHHHHHH THE INTERNET BEHAVED and so I answered! XD

A more final final note...I am blogging about Brazil on my personal journal, if any of you are interested and haven't seen it yet. =o It's not friend-locked.

Please read and enjoy! ^ ^ /

(You = Eunhyuk, he/him = Donghae)

He Snores, But He's Yours

You're lying awake on your side, watching him resentfully as he sleeps with his mouth open and wondering how he doesn't wake himself up with how loudly he's snoring. Like a foghorn, a regular disturbance that you find impossible to ignore. Every time you get close to falling asleep, he'll take a catching, rattling breath and then snore especially loudly. When did he get like this?

You wonder how the other members can't hear it all through the dorm. You almost hope that one of them wakes up and comes to your rescue.

But that won't happen. It's up to you to bear the noise alone. You've finally given up sleeping, and you're wiling away the time watching his chest rise and fall, and wondering exactly how he is producing such an obnoxious sound.

And he's so oblivious. Oblivious of the suffering he's causing you, oblivious of the sleep he's depriving you of. He's threatening to leave you with huge bags under your eyes in the morning, and he's sleeping so soundly doing it. So soundly, in fact, that you can't bear to wake him up. At least one of you is getting a restful night's sleep, right?

Still, you miss the days when he didn't do this. When you slept holding him close, instead of on "your side" of the bed, when he slept wrapped around you, instead of lying on his back snoring. You miss the days when love was too young to set aside, when there was no "cuddle time" and "sleep time."

You look at him, and think of how old he's gotten - sure, twenty-three is pretty young - but it's been a long time since you've met him and fallen in love.

Love. You sigh. Really the only thing keeping you from pushing him off of the bed carelessly and kicking him out of your room. He's more than just faults, after all, and that's why you love him. You think of all the shared smiles, whispers, talks, and looks with him, all the sweet nothings and I love yous, all the briefest touches shared between you as well as the deeper and sweeter moments. All of the hours spent in his arms, just existing, loving him and knowing that you're loved by him, too. All of the highs reached with him, the pinnacles of your intimacy and affection. All of the successes of Super Junior celebrated with him, when everything in your world is perfect and the only thing for you to feel is bliss.

All of the beginnings, the works in progress, and the ends. The ends have all been welcome, haven't they? The end to shyness, awkward stages, figuring out how to have a healthy relationship, how to love one another and protect one another. The end to a few unspeakably awful hairstyles, you think and laugh silently.

And you think of all the times that he's been your friend before your lover. He's always been there to listen to you deeply, to relate to you and understand you. Even the few times when he couldn't understand, he tried his best to. He's always been there to support you and cheer you on, and he's taken your whining and complaining with a grain of salt and an amused smile.

Isn't that what a lover is for? To understand you and know you completely and still want to sleep next to you when he gets the chance. To love you completely, even though you yourself have innumerable faults. And isn't that what your job as his lover is? To accept him and love him even when his body is driving you crazy with its incessant snoring?

You almost laugh, and even though you've thought all of that, the next time he snores with a sudden extreme loudness, you roll onto him and wake him up by kissing his bottom lip and then biting it gently.

"Wha?" he moans quietly, waking up and stretching. "S'time?"

"You're snoring," you say, cringing a little at the harshness of your voice.

"Sorry," he says, surprised, and halts in mid-stretch.

"Not sorry enough," you say, letting a laugh creep into your voice this time, and you jab him hard between the ribs. The last of your resentment melts away as he yelps quietly in pain and then laughs. You still love him enough that you don't want to hurt him.

"I'm sorry," he says earnestly. He sighs and puts his hands around your waist, that familiar and still welcome touch. "Do you want me to go back to my room?"

"No, stay," you say quickly, almost surprising yourself. You lower your head onto his shoulder and then kiss his throat, the same throat that has kept you up for hours. But it's also the throat that he sustains his life with: he eats, drinks, and breathes through it, and you're grateful for all of it. You don't know what you would do without him, and so really, you're lucky that he's around to snore and remind you that he's alive with it. And you can't help but smile at the beauty of your hearts beating in sync next to each other.

"I love you," you sigh and nuzzle your face against his neck.

"I love you too," he says and rolls onto his side, forcing you onto yours. He slips his fingers beneath your waistband and keeps them over your hip, just because he can and he's the only one whom you allow to touch you there like that. You caress the side of his face, and you can just see him looking at you until you put your thumb lightly over his eyelid. He's so trusting. You leave his face and weave your fingers through his silky hair, and then finally let your hand rest against his neck.

"Fall asleep," he whispers, adjusting his position and then cradling you against him. "That way I won't bother you."

"Fine," you whisper back, accepting his compromise. You know you'll be able to do it. You can fall asleep first like this, with his quietly reassuring touch and concern for you. "Thank you."

"I'm sorry," he says again.

"Eh," you say, snuggling into him and sighing. He may snore, but it's not like he means to. It isn't his fault at all. And he's lovely, and handsome, and kind, and he loves you enough to wait for you to fall asleep to try to fall back asleep himself. He has a whole score of other virtues. He's everything and more that you could want. And he loves you. "I've decided that it's okay."

"Alright," he laughs. "Have sweet dreams."

"You too..." you breathe, your eyelids already growing heavy in the beautiful silence.

The Chronicles of Jaechul, Part Nineteen

aidenrose — Tue, 29 Sep 2009 07:54:36 GMT

Title: The Chronicles of Jaechul
Authors: aidenrose and tvxqsocks
Part: Nineteen (Chapters 181-190)
Previous parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 8, Se7en, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18
Total length: 777 chapters de gozaimasu.
Rating: PG-13 (sex changes, pregnancy, minor violence, language, and general stupidity. Contains a lot of jokes meant to be read and appreciated by true fans of SM Town ~~and other fandoms~~.)
Disclaimer: This is in no way meant to be offensive. It is intended to be taken as humor.
Frequency of Updates: Every day that is a multiple of seven.
Genre: Crack fan fiction. A.K.A, ridiculous parody-like nonsense. Humor.
Pairing: Jaejoong x Heechul
Synopsis: In order to get revenge against Lee Soo Man pushing him down a flght of stairs, Heechul gets the sex change he's always craved. Later he meets Jaejoong and it's love at first sight. This fic is about their daughter, Jaechul. Sort of.

No persons named Kim Heechul were harmed in the making of this fic. Also, please point us in the direction of any places selling lacy pink handkerchiefs.

Chapter One-hundred-eighty-one:

"Life couldn't get better!" sang Kangin as they paraded into the camp and into the figuratively open arms of the rest of their hunting party.
"HEY!" everyone shouted back, throwing their arms up in welcoming celebration.
"It's super time!" Kangin said. "Move aside, move aside. We have a super catch on this super day! Three deer."
"¡Es muy increíble, mi amigo del oso!" Se7en beamed.
"What?"
"He thinks it's incredible," Yesung said softly.
Everyone jumped in surprise and shivered as a cold Yesung wind blew through.
"Why the hell are you here?!"
"I was here the entire time. The authors don't give me any fic time." Yesung crouched down in a corner built by two trees and drew circles on the ground with his fingertip.
"Fic? What authors?"
Yesung heaved a sigh. "Never mind. Just some jerks that think I'm only interesting when I'm with my other half."
"You have a boyfriend?" Se7en blinked. "When did you confess to Ryeowook?"
Kangin choked on his own saliva and Shindong pounded his back.
"Yesung!" Kangin sputtered. "You liked Ryeowook?"
"I'm not into incest."
"Incest?" Donghae blinked. "Are you implying something here?"
"What would I be implying, I wonder?"
"I really don't know."
"Well maybe that's best for you."
"Were you really here the entire time?" Lee Hyori asked, crouching down next to him and sympathetically tilting her head. "How come I didn't notice you?"
"Don't ask me. I'm handsome, cute, charming, suave, and hell, I'm beautiful. Not to mention what an amazing singer I am. The Devil himself pauses his nefarious plans to listen to me."
"You look like Lee Jun Ki."
"No, he looks like me."
"Oh, sorry."
"Oh well." Kangin shrugged and took out a can of pearl sapphire blue spray paint. "Glad to have you here, my son. Where were you on the plane?"
"Row 666, seat D."
"The plane was that big?" Eunhyuk blinked a few times.
"Maybe it was row 66."

Chapter One-hundred-eighty-two:

Kangin painted an elaborate S on the first deer, an elaborate J on the second deer, and floundered in front of the third deer.
"What do we mark this one with?"
"M," Donghae said immediately.
"No, we're Super Trot."
"Super Junior Happy."
"No, use M!"
"You're completely outnumbered here, Donghae."
"I say we should use Trot, because deer trot through the forest!"
"We should use Happy because we're all in Happy! Except Donghae."
"Don't exclude me," Donghae said quietly, tugging on Eunhyuk's hand.
"No, no, no one's excluding you."
"Actually, with Heechul, we have an equal number of Trot members!"
"M for meat!"
"Deer...they trot."
"I'm taking this moment to represent the subunit closest to my heart. KRY!" Yesung joined them around the deer.
"They may trot, but they do so happily."
"And they end up as meat!"
"Does no one care about KRY?"
"I say we use Happy, because this is also such a happy experience. And we're trigger happy!"
"Okay, shut up." Se7en said. "My iPhone says you've been arguing for seven minutes!"
"Oh my god, you have an iPhone too?!" Yunho gasped.
"I have seven iPhones!"
"If I weren't a taken man, I would date you."
"Thanks, Yunho, but I have Bb..."
"I can have Chula couple break you, if you want."
"No thanks."
"Well, whatever."
"What if we used all three initials?" Kangin pursed his lips.
"You're just skipping KRY?"
"MHT!"
"How come your initial goes first?"
"Because I'm a filial son," Donghae said. "It's a perfect acronym for Mom Hates Trapping!"
"Oh, Donghae!" Kangin wiped away a tear. "You're so kind. Mommy does hate trapping! Especially bear trapping. I truly am proud to have raised a son as wonderful as you. I'll take a photograph of it and show it to Mommy when we get home. Mommy will cry of happiness because of you!"
"I try."
"Speaking of family, where's Chula?"
"Oh my god! We forgot her!"
Kangin painted MHT onto the last deer and rolled towards the forest again.

Chapter One-hundred-eighty-three:

"Ow!" Taemin tripped over Heechul and fell into Key's awaiting arms.
"Oh, Taemin! Are you okay?"
"I..." Taemin stared up into the older boy's face, and the world grew shimmery and bubbly. "Y-yes."
"Thank goodness," Key whispered. "I thought...Oh, Taemin!"
"Oh, Key!"
"CHULA! OH, GOD, NO!" Jaejoong shrieked and fell to his knees. "WAKE UP! WAKE UP, MY DARLING SCHNOOKEMS!"
Key and Taemin looked at Heechul's prone form.
"UNNI!" Taemin pushed Key away and dropped onto the ground beside Heechul. In seconds, he was sobbing and verbally shooting himself with a machine gun of guilt for tripping over her.
"Is it my fault?! It's my fault, isn't it?"
"No!" Key hugged Taemin from behind and stared with tears in his eyes at Heechul's body. "Nothing is your fault!"
"Oh, Key." Taemin blushed and shyly touched Key's arms with his slender fingers of ukeness.
"EW!"
They looked up at Yoochun, who was shaking his boot and sending bits of brown ooze everywhere.
"Stop that, honey! That's dirty! Just wipe it off!" Changmin scolded.
"What the hell is that?" Key asked.
"Is it...blood?" Jaejoong whispered, holding his wife close. "Are you bleeding, Chula baby?!"
Heechul made no comment.
Yoochun lifted his foot to his nose in a feat of unexpected flexibility.
"It stinks!"
"Honey, don't do that."
"But it...also kinda smells like...a sundae."
"What?" Everyone stared at Yoochun.
"It smells like chocolate. Like a delicious banana split."
"A banana split..." Key looked at Taemin, who looked at him with innocent deer-like eyes.
Kangin tripped over Heechul and Jaejoong and collided with Taemin and Key.

Chapter One-hundred-eighty-four:

Kangin pushed himself up off of Taemin and hawked a loogie.
"Sorry, kid."
Taemin stared at Kangin with wide eyes and clapped his hands over his mouth. Everyone was silent, and Taemin's eyes slowly began to shimmer with tears. Key sat to the side, frozen like a statue.
"Did you just kiss him?" Yoochun broke the silence. "Pfft."
"It's not my fault that I fell on them." Kangin took out his cellphone and took a picture of Taemin and the scene, inclusive of the path he'd taken and where Heechul lay.
"T...Taemin." Key looked at him, his eyes wide with shock. "He kissed you?"
Taemin nodded, and his shoulders shook with quiet sobs.
"Oh, grow up. I said I was sorry." Kangin put the phone away.
"Just shut up!" Key yelled at Kangin. "That was his first kiss!"
"Well, now he can stop worrying about who to give it to. Ha!" He looked at Heechul's unconscious form in Jaejoong's arms and smirked. "I get another point! Stay unconscious and I'll catch up with you."
"What do you mean?" Jaejoong raised an eyebrow.
"Nothin' you need to know about. I guess you don't use the internet."
"Only Changmin does."
"Hey. I do not do that anymore. I have a boyfriend."
"Would you guys shut up?" Key stood up. "Just go away."
"What are you so upset about?"
"That was..." Key wiped his eyes and looked down at Taemin. "That wasn't supposed to happen."
Taemin sat up quickly. "Key."
"Don't talk right now."
"Key, I--"
"I said to be quiet!"
"Hey." Kangin kicked Key's shin. "Be nice."
"OW! The fuck! You're not my dad, okay?! Go away, old man!"
Kangin took out a bar of soap and shoved it into Key's mouth.
"Teach you to talk back to me, son!" Kangin clapped his mouth over Key's and Key's eyes bulged with horror. "Mhmm. Original scent! Tastes nasty, don't it? That's how your cursing sounds to my ears, you ruffian."
"Let go of him!" Taemin cried. "Don't hurt him!"
Changmin giggled. "Kangin, I like you."
"Hmph!"
"I do."
"Sunbaenim!" Taemin cried. "Don't let him poison Key!"
"Poison? This stuff is child safe."
"Key isn't a child!"
"Who told you that?"
"He's eighteen!"
Kangin twisted Key's lips. "So you're a predator!"

Chapter One-hundred-eighty-five:

"Alright, alright. Spit it out."
Key spat out a tiny bit of soap, roughly one tenth of the size of the original bar.
"You ate it?"
"It melted! Oh, god, I think I'm going to die."
Taemin clutched at Key's belt. "No! Key, no!"
"Taemin." Key fell to his knees and hugged him. "I'm sorry I didn't fall on top of you!"
"I wanted you to have my first kiss," Taemin sobbed.
"Can I still have your first time?"
"Wh-wh-wh-"
"No sex, Key, or I'll call the police." Kangin kicked his ankle. "No molestation, either. Actually, you know what? Stand up, you vagrant."
"I'm not a vagrant."
"I said, stand up." Kangin pulled Taemin away from Key and started dragging Key by the ear back towards camp. "Jaejoong! Carry Chula back to camp with me!"
"Yes, Father!"
Kangin stopped. "What did you say?"
"F-...Father."
Kangin narrowed his eyes. "Son."
Jaejoong picked Chula up and started following him back. Taemin sniffled and followed Jaejoong, and Yoochun and Changmin followed Taemin.
"Son."
"Y...Yes?" Jaejoong said hesitantly.
"Chula swears like a drunken sailor at times. It's up to you to make sure your baby doesn't grow up to be a drunken sailor."
"Yes, Father!"
"Good. And I'm sure that you'll be a witness in case some idiot tells my wife that I accidentally made lip contact with a teenage boy, and tell her the truth. I tripped over you and fell awkwardly."
"No one will have trouble believing that that happened, Kangin," Changmin said and coughed. "The tripping part."
"Indeed."

Chapter One-hundred-eighty-six:

"Oh my," Se7en exclaimed. "I thought that the woods seemed shinier than normal!"
"What?"
"OH, SHINEE!" Yunho exclaimed, his glasses glinting in the dim light.
"Sunbaenim!" Taemin stumbled forward and hugged Yunho, who lifted him up and spun him around as if he were his long lost nephew.
Lee Hyori looked at Taemin's legs and pursed her lips.
"Sunbaenim!" Taemin sobbed, holding onto Yunho's neck. "I missed you!"
"Taemin!" Key gasped. "Why are you clinging to him?"
"Oh, Key!" Yunho gasped. "You're here too? Kangin, why are you holding onto his ear like that?"
"Listen up, cubs!" Kangin barked, tossing Key into the center of the camp. "This boy gets jail time, and there's no key to unlock him. Keep an eye on him at all times! Don't let him near Taemin at any cost!"
"Huh?" Yesung looked up from his DS. "Imprison Key? Imprison...Key? Isn't that kind of a weird concept?"
"Who cares? Would you mind, son?"
"No problem. Daesung." Yesung looked at Daesung.
"Yes, Dad?"
"Who are you calling Dad?" Yesung smacked Daesung. "Help me keep Key in jail."
Daesung blushed. "Sorry! Sorry, I'm sorry. Okay. Key, come here."
Jaejoong broke through the brush and tripped over a jar of miracle whip, causing Heechul's head to collide with a deer.
"Sweet dill pickles of Galaxy Quest! Sparkleflower, are you alright?!" Yunho lowered Taemin to the ground and sped over to his best friend. "Sweetie!"
"TULIPS!" Lee Hyori screamed and cartwheeled over to Heechul. "What's the matter?"
"Looks like head trauma to me. And what's that on the corner of her mouth?" Se7en peered over the two women. "Is that blood?"
"No, it's chocolate!"
"What did you feed her?!" Jaejoong gasped, standing up and tripping over another deer.
"N-nothing!" Lee Hyori looked at Yunho.
"Yunho!" Jaejoong narrowed his eyes. "Tell the truth!"
"She...she drank an entire bottle of chocolate syrup!"
Jaejoong blinked a few times. "Like, the entire thing?"
"Yeah."
"Woah."
"Right? We totally didn't expect that..."
"Did it have folic acid in it?"
"No...why do you two care so much about that?"
Jaejoong tried to push his glasses up his nose before he exposed how smart he was, but he wasn't wearing them, so he only managed to poke himself in the eye.
"It's good for pregnancy," Se7en said. "I wrote about it in my book."
"Ohhh." Yunho and Lee Hyori nodded.

Chapter One-hundred-eighty-seven:

"How d'we skin ah deer, yo?"
Se7en held up a book. G-dragon and T.O.P. squinted at it.
"'Seven Ways to Prepare Game and Poultry'?"
"Well done, Jiyong! You spoke normally!"
"Tha's cause it's a book title, yo! That'd be like messin' up thah Macarena! Ah jis can' do it, no no!"
"The Macarena!" Se7en giggled seven times.
"Ah, yo? Yah know it?"
"Jiyong." Se7en clapped his shoulder seven times. "One of my seven citizenships is in Spain."
"Someone mention dancing?" Eunhyuk's eyes glinted as he and Donghae joined the Se7en plus Big Bang huddle.
"W'suuuuuup." T.O.P. waved.
"Heeeeeeeey, Macarena!" Donghae bit his lip and waved back.
"I'm a dancer!"
"So am I!"
"Me too!"
"We're all dancers!"
"Well, we are all idols of successful groups! We have to be dancers!"
"Dassa truth, yo!"
"Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm." Se7en nodded. "Do you know the Macarena?"
"Oh! Oh! I know the Macarena! And the YMCA!"
"YMCA!" Se7en pinched Donghae's cheek. "Do you really?"
"Sure! I even know that the Macarena is Spanish! Se7en, es un baile fabuloso!"
"You truly are a dolphin," Se7en said, positively gleaming with appreciation. "Dolphins are smart!"
"He's a fish, Se7en." Eunhyuk coughed.
"You may want to rethink that," Se7en said, taking out a Sharpie and drawing a mustache on Donghae's upper lip. "Fish are prey!"
"This fish is too cute to be hunted." Eunhyuk winked at Se7en, who winked back seven times. "And you look so good with facial hair, sweetie! Like a sexy bandido!"
"Arrrrrrrrrribaaaa!" Donghae said, checking his neck for gills.

Chapter One-hundred-eighty-eight:

"How is he these days?" Daesung asked, sitting down next to Yesung with Key in between them. "I haven't seen him in a while."
"He misses you."
"Do you see him a lot?"
"Yeah."
"Who are you talking about?" Key asked.
"No one. Shut up. You're in jail. Haven't you ever played Monopoly?"
"No."
"What's wrong with you? Aren't you a kid?"
"I'm eighteen."
"Oh. Wow. Kids grow up so fast." Yesung began to peel a banana. "Makes me sad."
"I'm still..." Daesung sighed and shook his head. "Maybe I should call him."
"I think he'd like that."
"Is he around right now?"
Yesung looked at his watch. "Probably, since I'm here."
"So I could call him now?"
"You remember his number?"
"D-" Daesung coughed. "Dat's like the easiest number to remember."
"True." Yesung smirked and bit off a piece of the banana.
"Who are you calling?" Key glowered at them.
"What do you call you and Taemin, Key?" Yesung asked. "Minkey?"
"N-"
"Minkey want a banana?"
Key's lip quivered. "Don't be like this."
Daesung dialed a suspicious number. Six seconds went by and then Daesung's face split into a huge smile.
"I'm okay," he said. "How are you?"
Yesung looked at Daesung and smiled with surprising softness. Key tried to steal Yesung's banana while he wasn't looking and Yesung kept it out of his reach.
"I love you too," Daesung said, wiping away a tear. "I miss you. Yeah, I'll come visit soon. I promise."
"Tell him that you shot a deer for him."
"Oh! Yeah, I shot a deer for you. Did you get the thing from it? Oh, no? It was a good deer? Rats. I feel kind of bad now."
"Don't sweat it," Yesung said. "It was fate."
"Uh...Yesung...says that it was fate. Was it fate?" Daesung bit his lip. "It really was? Okay. Thanks!"
"Does he want to talk to me?"
"Do you want to talk to him? What do you mean, who? Him!" Daesung laughed. "Okay, here you go. Bye!"
He handed the phone to Yesung.
"Hey," Yesung said, tossing the banana peel over his shoulder carelessly. "How are you? I'm fine. Mmmhmmmmm. I know, he is, isn't he? No, I didn't remind him. He remembered on his own."
Daesung looked at Yesung in surprise. Yesung winked.
"Yes, as soon as I get back. I know it's not going anywhere. I'll bring him too, if he wants to come. Okay, bye. Have fun."
Yesung hung up and sighed, giving the phone back to Daesung.
"He's lovely, isn't he?"
Daesung agreed.
"I hate you guys" Key whined loudly. "You won't include me at all."
"Ah, shut up."

Chapter One-hundred-eighty-nine:

"Will she wake up?" Lee Hyori blew her nose into a lacy pink handkerchief. "Oh, god, it's my fault."
"It's mine too," said Yunho, blowing his nose into a lacy pink handkerchief.
"It's mine too," said Taemin, blowing his nose into a lacy pink handkerchief.
"Chula Baby." Jaejoong sobbed and adjusted him on his lap. "Wake up."
"Should we go to a hospital?"
"It'll be dark soon! It's too dangerous. There could be bears!"
"Unni." Taemin crawled forward and took Heechul's hand. "I'm sorry I tripped over you."
Donghae came into the tent with Eunhyuk and looked at Heechul.
"Damn." He bit his fist and pulled out a lacy pink handkerchief. "This is my fault."
"Don't use that, sweetheart. The ink will smudge." Eunhyuk gently took the handkerchief from him and sat down with him.
"What do you mean it's your fault?" Jaejoong asked Donghae's mustache.
"I tripped over her."
"What?! You did, too? And what happened?" Lee Hyori gasped, waving her handkerchief at him.
Donghae looked at Eunhyuk, who blew his nose into the lacy pink handkerchief.
"Our deer collided with her head."
"You mean...you knocked her out?" Jaejoong sniffled. "And you just left her there?"
"I'm sorry," Donghae sobbed. "I'm sorry. My muscles are too weak."
"No, it's not you, it's me," Eunhyuk sobbed, curling his arms around Donghae's neck. "I'm skinnier than you are!"
"If only we'd...gone to the gym more often!"
"I should have lifted weights!"
"Treadmills!"
"That's cardio...that's...that's heart training."
"Our hearts are strong! Hyukjae, I'll stick with you through this hard time!"
"Oh, Donghae!"
They sobbed in each other's arms, and the rest of them sobbed sobs of forgiveness as they witnessed their words of commitment and loving support.
"Eunhae!" Jaejoong sniffled, looking up at the tent ceiling and imagining the sky beyond it. "Why so beautiful?!"
Donghae sniffed and let go of Eunhyuk.
"I thought this was Haehyuk."
"This is definitely Eunhae."

Chapter One-hundred-ninety:

"Mmmmmmyeeeeeees," the witch doctor said as he finished combing the wool. "It is time."
"Ithinkit'sfunnythatyoumentiontimearoundme."
"Indeed."
"Didyouevenunderstandme?"
The witch doctor shrugged and handed him the wool.
"You must spin it with love and slowness. Spend no more than a small amount of time a day on it."
"Howlong?"
"Oh...Seven minutes or so."
"Whyseven?"
"Because." The witch doctor smiled. "One of our most revered persons is the embodiment of the sevens. They are holy and meaningful. Mmmyes, this is the right amount of time. I can feel it."
"AreyoutalkingaboutSe7en?"
"Se7en?"
"Yeah."
"Yes."
"Whatthehell.YouknowSe7enbutyoudidn'tknowmewhenIshowedupwithacopyofmyCD?"
The witch doctor sighed. "One word at a time."
"Se7en...why...know...not...me...my...CD...rules...!"
"I don't know why he doesn't know you."
Outsider shook his hands furiously.
"Perhaps if you practice spinning for seven minutes each day, he will come to know your presence in his seven hearts."
"ThatisnotwhatImeant."
"I can't understand you."
Outsider blew his nose into a lacy pink handkerchief.
"There, there. Soon this will be over, and you will resume normal speed."
Outsider steeled his nerves and began to spin the magical alpaca wool.

Behind the Fic Special!

Polychromatic Us: Chapter Two

aidenrose — Sun, 27 Sep 2009 00:24:32 GMT

Title: Polychromatic Us
Part: Chapter Two: Yellow
Previous Parts: Chapter One
Genre: Romance
Pairing: Donghae/Eunhyuk
Rating: PG-13 (sensuality)
Word Count: 3,394
Synopsis: Colors have always been there in our relationship...from the day I met you. If I were to tell our story, I’d do it with a canvas and paint; vibrant colors of every shade and hue.
Next Update: ~~Saturday, October 10~~. Writer's block. (This date is not fixed. Please read my A/N about why! ^^)

Full A/N beneath the cut. ^^

Hey guys! I have something exciting to tell you all - I am 95% sure that I am going on vacation to Brazil for a month starting on October 16th! I'm really excited about it (and a little stressed because I have to apply to college, too. >>;). I don't yet know how much time I will be able too spend on writing (there are beaches everywhere! *w*), but I will have a laptop and internet access while I am there. Hopefully I'll be very inspired and will be able to write a lot of heartfelt stories.

I will try to post Kokoro no Taion chapter 2, Polychromatic Us chapter 3, and Forever chapter 3 before I go. If I can't, it's just because I'm too busy studying and preparing for the trip - but they will be posted as soon as possible. The Chronicles of Jaechul will continue to run normally. After those 3 are posted, I will probably not give any more dates for future updates until I know what it's like in Brazil. I'm sorry... ^^;

Please read and enjoy! ^^/

Yellow

I’m sitting in an afternoon sunbeam in an empty practice room, absorbing its warmth and relaxing. It feels good on my face, almost like a warm washcloth. Through my eyelashes all I can see is sparkling light reflecting off of the wooden floor like a sea of diamonds. It's almost blinding, like looking at the sun itself. I close my eyes, and through my eyelids it's still bright. I pull my hood down over my eyes and doze until I hear the click of the door, and you come in.

“Hey,” I say, sitting up.

“Hey you,” you say, smiling widely and shutting the door. You gracefully fall to your knees in front of me and look at me with excitement.

“What?” I laugh.

You make a face and then kiss my cheek. I blush hotly, surprised, and you laugh.

“Happy birthday." You sit down next to me. “You’re seventeen today.”

I nod, trying to forget how close your face was to mine, but I can still feel your lips against my cheek acutely.

“How are you today?”

"Fine," I say. "I'm going home to visit my family. They want to celebrate with me...even my sister is coming home, so...thanks for coming to see me."

"Of course." You casually throw your arm around my shoulders. "I wanted to see you on your birthday."

I just look at you and feel lucky to know you, who are so unafraid of friendship. Since you introduced yourself to me, and I introduced you to other people, you've quickly formed bonds with everyone. Everyone likes you. But you've never forgotten about me. I like you more and more, and even though sometimes it's painful for me, I'm happiest when I'm with you. You smile and I smile back.

"Did you get me anything?"

"Nope. It's just me."

"Really?" I tilt my head. "Oh well. I guess that's all I want, really."

"You want me?" Your tone is teasing, but your expression is serious. I blush and quickly say that that wasn't what I meant.

"Then why are you blushing?"

"I'm not."

"Yes you are," you laugh.

"It's embarrassing!"

"Why? It's not embarrassing to want a person. I wanted you on my birthday. And when I turn seventeen, you have to take time for me, too."

"Sure," I say. "If you want me there."

You laugh and say that I just made a promise. I don't challenge it - in my mind, I did promise, even though my words weren't of that nature.

"So you're going home," you say softly and lower your head onto my shoulder. You haven't taken your arm off of me, either. Lately you're like this - affectionate. I don't know what to think about it, and I'm caught between just letting myself enjoy your touch and wishing that you would stop so that I wouldn't be so confused. "How long will you be gone?"

"Just a day. I'll stay the night and then come home early in the morning."

"That's nice...that you can just leave for a day and see your parents."

"Mmm."

"I miss mine," you say quietly. "I really miss them."

My eyes had trailed to the sunlit floor, but something about your tone makes me look at you again. You always talk about your father, and how inspirational and supportive he's been. I want to meet him. This isn't the first time you've admitted to missing them.

Without giving it a second thought, I reach across you and hold your hand. Your fingers close around mine, and I suddenly realize what I'm doing. Won't you think that I'm weird? I want to rewind and take my hand back, but before I'm able to, you pull your hand out of mine and wipe your eyes.

"Oh, Donghae. Don't cry."

"I'm okay." You smile reassuringly. "Sorry."

"It's okay," I reply. I don't mind your tears except that I wish I could that make them go away. I watch as you stand up and open all the blinds, letting in as much sunlight as possible.

"When do you need to go?" you ask, turning around and smiling again.

I glance at my watch. "An hour or so, I guess."

"An hour...not very long."

I shake my head. Morning classes kept us apart until now. It isn't very long, and I wish it were longer.

"What shall we do?" you ask, sitting down next to me again and pouting with your chin in your hands. "We can go out, since you have to go to the station anyway."

"The station..." I say softly. You nod. It isn't that far to my city. There actually isn't any reason that you couldn't go with me past the station. "Are you free tonight?"

"Yeah. I made sure just in case you didn't have any plans for today."

"You're so nice," I say, laughing quietly. I'm always amazed by how kind you are. "Do you want to come with me?"

You bite your lip. "Can I?"

"I have to call my mom and ask, but it should be okay." I smile and you grin and nod enthusiastically. I take out my cellphone and call home. You move your head closer to mine so that you can hear, and before I can tell you not to eavesdrop, my mom picks up.

"Hey, Mom."

"Oh, Hyukjae! Happy Birthday!"

"Thanks," I say, smiling at the sound of her voice congratulating me. "Hey, would it be okay if one of my best friends came home with me?"

"Who? Junsu?"

"No, Lee Donghae."

"Oh! The one you're always talking about." I blush and inch away from you as you cover your mouth with your hands and laugh silently. I catch your eye and start to laugh too, and I almost miss my mother saying that it's okay.

"Thanks," I say, straightening my face. "I'll see you soon, then, okay?"

"Alright. Be careful on your way home."

"Bye."

I put my phone away and you clear your throat. "You talk about me all the time?"

"My mom exaggerates."

"Your face says that you do."

I quietly deny it. I'm really trying my hardest to stop blushing, but I'm too embarrassed. You poke my cheek. "It's okay, I talk about you too."

"Stop." I laugh uncomfortably.

"But I really do."

"Really?"

You nod. I can't help but smile, and you smile at me with amusement. "So I get to come over, huh? Good. I want to see your room."

"My room? Why?"

"So I can see your stuff, of course." You stand up and pull me to my feet. "I'm curious."

"Okay," I say weakly. I'm repeatedly flattered by how interested you are in me. But I'm no less interested in you - I want to see where you've lived, too. I want to know how you decorate your space and what your home feels like.

"Junsu is your best friend, isn't he?" you ask suddenly.

"Since I was a kid."

"Long time...you must have gone to the same schools."

"Yeah. We go to the same school now, too. You didn't notice that we come in together a lot?"

"I noticed...That's nice, spending so much time with your best friend."

I nod slowly. "He's inspiring, I guess. We used to practice together every day before we auditioned."

You look away, smiling. Somehow I think you look sad, and after a few seconds I gently turn your face towards me.

"You okay?" I ask, tilting my head and looking at you searchingly.

"I'm a little jealous," you admit after a moment and look at me apologetically. You're jealous? You wince as if you're expecting me to condemn you for it.

"Don't be." I hug you before I know what I'm doing. You're jealous of my relationship with Junsu. What do I think about that? "You're special."

I'm somehow not surprised to find your arms around me. I'm in no rush to release you, and it seems like you aren't either. But after a minute, I involuntarily think of your body and become too self conscious. I don't want you to be able to feel how quickly my heart is beating, so I let go of you.

You're blushing. It takes me a second to realize it, but you are. It can't be for the reason that I want it to be. It just can't be.

"C'mon," I say quietly, turning away and opening the door quickly. "We need to get your stuff."

"What does your sister do?" you ask, breaking the silence on the train heading towards my home city.

"She's in college."

"Do you want to go to college, too?"

"Yeah." I sigh. "You?"

"I suppose. I think so. Yes."

I laugh. "I just want to go and learn something, I guess."

"I understand." You smile. "I'm excited to meet your family."

"I hope you like them."

We keep up the conversation this way until the awkwardness wears off, and then we're talking normally again. When we arrive, you start expressing curiosity about the city, and I laugh and tell you that it's an ordinary place, but you say that it isn't because it's where I used to live. We ride a bus for a few stops, and when we get off you look around with interest.

"So this is your town..."

"Yup."

"Where's your house?"

"This way. We have to walk for a while."

You take a few quick steps to catch up with me, and we walk to my house. You ask about my neighborhood the entire way. You stop outisde of my house and look at it, and I feel self conscious and tell you that it's nothing special, but you say that you like it. We walk up the steps, I unlock the door, and we go inside.

"I'm home," I call, and my sister comes around the corner and hugs me, gushing birthday congratulations and inquiries about how I'm doing. I'm old enough now that I can hug her without feeling embarrassed. We let go of each other, and I motion to you.

"This is my friend, Lee Donghae." My sister beams and you bow, introducing yourself again. She tells you that she's delighted to meet you, and I smile and take off my shoes. You follow suit, and we walk into the kitchen, where my mother is. On the way, you look at everything, taking in as much as you can.

My mother welcomes me home affectionately, purring over her beloved son. She catches sight of you, and I can tell that she likes you instantly because her face lights up into a genuine smile. You bow respectfully and introduce yourself. My mother ushers you in and asks us if we're hungry.

"We won't eat dinner until your father comes home in an hour. Can you wait?"

"Yeah, no problem," I say. "I'm gonna put my stuff upstairs." I look at you, inviting you to come upstairs silently. You look at the pictures on the walls as we walk upstairs and into my room. I close the door behind us and drop my bag down next to my bed.

You're standing still, just looking from one thing to the next with open curiosity. You catch me looking at you and you smile - it breaks your immobility and you put your things down. I sit down on my bed and continue watching you as walk over to my desk.

"So this is where you studied..." You sit down at it and spin around in the chair twice. Your eyes pass over my walls; posters of H.O.T. and random stuff cover them. I laugh and admit that I didn't study enough at that desk. I was too busy practicing dancing. You pick up a photograph and smile at it.

"This is you as a baby?"

"Yes."

"You were cute."

"Thanks." You look at me and we both laugh over the short exchange, and you put it back and sit down next to me.

"I like your room. It's so clean."

"Thank you."

"Your family is nice."

"They're okay." I smile. "They like you."

"Good," you say softly, leaning your head back and looking out of my window. "I want to be liked by them."

"If I like you, they'll like you. If I love you, they'll love you."

"Do you love me?"

"What a weird thing to ask." I laugh, but you don't. Do I love you? I don't know if I do or not. I like you a lot. There's nothing stopping me from loving you...it's just that I haven't known you long enough to say that I do. Or maybe I just don't even know what love is yet.

"Yeah, I guess it is. I guess boys don't..." you trail off, and I wonder what you were going to say. You pick a photograph off of my nightstand and look at it. I wonder if you're embarrassed, or if you've simply moved on already.

"Is this your father?" you ask, pointing at him in the picture. It's a nice photo of my family from when I was little.

"Yeah." I smile. "He looks a lot older now, though."

"How old were you?"

"Five."

You nod slowly. "You look nice together. You, your sister, your mother, and you father. Complete, you know? Happy. You look a lot like your mom..."

I admit that it's true, and you smile at me and put the photograph back. "You were born in a good month."

"More than any other?"

"April is pretty. Don't you like cherry blossoms?"

I tell you that I do like them. We talk for a few more minutes until I suggest that we go back downstairs, and you agree that we should go. My mother and sister are genuinely curious about you, and they include you in all of our conversations. If they didn't, then I would, but it's nice not having to work to have you be a part of things. My mother and sister start cooking dinner, leaving us alone in the living room, and you turn towards me and talk with me again while they're busy.

My father arrives, and I reunite quickly with him as he steps in through the door. Like the rest of my family, he's pleased to meet you. You get along well with my family - but you get along with everyone, really. We eat dinner together, and it's a cheerful event; we talk and laugh a lot. I'm really happy to be together with my family and you today. I'm glad that I had the courage to ask you to come back with me.

Afterward my sister helps my mother clean up, and I talk with my father and you. My father takes the opportunity to ask me about school and training, and I supply him with an update. Only now that I'm not living here do I miss having my family there every day, always wanting to know how I am and what I'm doing.

My mother turns out the light and presents me with my birthday cake; a yellow cake layered and topped with strawberries and seventeen candles. My face splits into a huge smile as they sing me happy birthday. I can't help but notice that your voice is pretty. I like hearing you sing to me. I look at the candle flames, shimmering happily in the dim light. What should I wish for?

The answer is obvious.

I wish that you like me.

I blow out all of the candles in one breath. Supposedly that means that it will come true, but I realized as a child that wishes often don't. It's just a traditional form of hoping.

The lights come back on, and you and my parents clap as my sister hugs me and squeals over how old her baby brother is getting. My mother gets the camera and sets it on the countertop facing us. You try to move away as she sets it up for a photo, but I pull you back, and my family chides you, telling you that you're my friend and will absolutely take a photo with us.

You and my family gather around me and smile at the camera, anticipating the flash. You lean in and put an arm around my neck and throw up the peace sign. I smile helplessly at the camera and enjoy myself. The flash goes off, and we relax. My mother cuts the cake and gives me the first slice. I've always loved strawberries, and strawberry cake is my favorite kind of cake.

An hour later, my sister says that she has to leave and get back to her college. She hugs us goodbye and hands me a small wrapped gift before she goes. I thank her, and she wishes me a happy year. She says she'll call me and my parents tell her to be safe on her way home. My mother turns to us after she's gone and tells us to go to bed because we have to get up early to return to Seoul. She offers you the guest bedroom, and you accept it.

I show you where the guest room is, and then we go back to my room to get your things. You shut the door behind you and lean against it.

"Are you really going to sleep now?" you ask.

I shrug and sit down on my bed, holding my sister's present in my hands. "Yeah."

"When are we waking up?"

"Six or so."

"So early..." you wince. "Ah, well. I guess we have to sleep, then."

"Unfortunately." You pick up your backpack and stand in front of me. I look up at you, and you meet my eyes, an expression on your face that I can't quite place.

"How do you feel?" you ask. "Do you feel different?"

"Not really," I admit. "I think I stopped feeling a difference when I turned fourteen..."

"Yeah, I guess the more birthdays you have, the less special they are." You nod slowly. "Your parents...do they have gifts for you?"

I smile. "They'll give them to me later. They didn't want to in front of a guest."

"You should open that," you say, nodding at the present from my sister. "Do you mind? I want to see what she got you."

I hope that it isn't something embarrassing and open part of the wrapping. I think sometimes you influence me too much. I find your suggestions too easy to follow, even when they make me uncomfortable. I can't help it - I just want to please you. I don't want to disappoint you.

"A CD?"

I nod and look at the cover art. It's a foreign CD - Parachutes by Coldplay. You lean forward and look at it with me. You turn the CD over in my hands and I blush a little as your fingers touch mine.

"Yellow," you say softly, picking the song title that you most immediately recognize and understand. "She likes English music?"

"I guess so. That's nice of her." I put the CD down on my nightstand. "I'll take it back with me and listen to it."

"If it's good, can I borrow it sometime?"

"No problem." I smile.

"Thanks." You're lingering as if you're reluctant to go. As I'm thinking of saying good night, you raise your hand and touch my cheek, your fingers gentle and light against it. You open your mouth with a small, sharp intake of breath as if you're going to say something, but you bite your lip instead. You cup the side of my face for a second, and then your hand drops.

"Happy seventeenth birthday, Hyukjae!" you say quietly, your voice tense and almost embarrassed. You quickly turn and leave, leaving me blushing and staring at the door after you're gone.

What was that?

What were you going to say?

I can't believe how fast my heart is pounding. I touch my cheek where you touched it, and the skin feels hot to me. My god. I put my hand over my heart gingerly. My pace won't slow down at all. I quickly turn off the light and climb into bed and hug myself, curling into a ball. I almost feel like crying. I want to hide.

Do you like me, or are you just affectionate?

[Next Part] Chapter Three: Blue

The Chronicles of Jaechul, Part Eighteen

aidenrose — Wed, 23 Sep 2009 02:35:25 GMT

Title: The Chronicles of Jaechul
Authors: aidenrose and tvxqsocks
Part: Eighteen (Chapters 171-180)
Previous parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 8, Se7en, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17
Total length: 777 chapters de gozaimasu.
Rating: PG-13 (sex changes, pregnancy, minor violence, language, and general stupidity. Contains a lot of jokes meant to be read and appreciated by true fans of SM Town ~~and other fandoms~~.)
Disclaimer: This is in no way meant to be offensive. It is intended to be taken as humor.
Frequency of Updates: Every day that is a multiple of seven.
Genre: Crack fan fiction. A.K.A, ridiculous parody-like nonsense. Humor.
Pairing: Jaejoong x Heechul
Synopsis: In order to get revenge against Lee Soo Man pushing him down a flght of stairs, Heechul gets the sex change he's always craved. Later he meets Jaejoong and it's love at first sight. This fic is about their daughter, Jaechul. Sort of.

There are two possible reasons that this is late. It's up to you to decide which one is more plausible.
1. aidenrose suddenly has a lot of studying to do and her copy of Super Show arrived, thus absorbing more of her time with its awesomeness.
2. Today is Key's birthday in Korea. It's special. We waited.

Chapter One-hundred-seventy-one:

Heechul swooned in the center of the group campground and declared his woe through wracking sobs and moans. Lee Hyori bent over him and fanned his face frantically.
"It's the circle of life, Heechul!"
"No!" Heechul sobbed. "No, no, no. I killed the mother of someone's baby! I can't do this!"
"Do what?"
"Have a child!"
"Of course you can! D-...don't be silly!"
"I'm not fit!" he rolled over on the ground and wept pitifully, inhaling bits of grass and dirt. "I can't!"
"Sparkleflower, you can," Yunho said as he slung the deer's corpse over his shoulder and attempted to dance to Purple Line with it there until Lee Hyori's glare made him stop.
"Baby," Lee Hyori said, stroking Heechul's head. "Calm down."
"How can I calm down?! Its cells are multiplying and I'm not ready-y-y-y! I can't even drown my sorrows with rum!"
"Well...well...wait until...Jaejoong gets here before you do anything stupid!"
"Like what?!" Heechul spat out a leaf and sat up. "And who needs him?! He might even...he might even..."
"What?"
"HE MIGHT EVEN BE GLAD TO BE RID OF ME AND THE BABY!" Heechul howled.
"NO."
"DON'T SAY THAT."
"I KNOW JAEJOONG, AND HE IS LOYAL AND DEDICATED!" Yunho shook Heechul's shoulders.
"TO WHAT?!"
"E--..." Yunho stroked his chin and looked up at the canopy of dark and sinister foliage. "To..."
"SEE?!"
"No, he's dedicated and loyal!" Lee Hyori said, nodding furiously. "He's dedicated and loyal to you!"
"No, no," Yunho said. "He's dedicated and loyal to his voice!"
"How can you be loyal to your own voice?!"
"You can be! It means you'll never think anyone else's voice is prettier!"
"...My god. He is loyal to it! You're right!"
"And he's loyal to you, too!"

Chapter One-hundred-seventy-two:

"There's one!"
"Lock 'n load!" T.O.P. whispered, aiming at it.
"No!" Se7en hissed. "No, no, no, no, no, no!"
"Why?!"
"It's only the third one!"
"But...hyung!"
"Seventh one's a charm!"
"Mmmmm...okay."
"I'm tired."
"You're sitting in a tree!"
"Sah? It takes work, yo!"
"What if we don't see seven deer, eh?"
"Yea! I'm hungry, hyung!"
"Boys." Se7en readjusted himself on his tree branch and looked at each of them seven times. "We'll see seven deer."
They watched as four more deer came into view.
"Magic!" T.O.P. mouthed at Se7en.
"Which one can we go for?"
"The seventh one!"
"Which one is that?!"
"The last one that we saw!"
"...Which one was that?!"
"Shi', man, le's jus' own one!"
"This is important in seven ways, yo!" Se7en snapped silently. "Daesung!"
"Hyung!"
"You do it. I see the hunter's prowess in your small yet oddly attractive eye!"
"I have two eyes, hyung!"
"I know you do. I know. It's an expression."
"Which deer is it?"
"The one that is seven feet away from that tree on the left, and seven inches away from the bush to the right!"
"That's too hard!"
"The one at seven o'clock."
Daesung aimed and fired.

Chapter One-hundred-seventy-three:

"That's not how you hold it, idiot."
"Excuse me? You're calling me names now?"
"No, I'm just saying your name."
"Yoochun!" Jaejoong looked at Yoochun for support.
"Sorry, I'm with him now."
"Wha...wha...What happened to Jaechun?!"
"We're still best friends. I'd still stay up with you and talk heart to heart in the dark. In the same bed."
Changmin looked up from his weapon. "You would?"
"He's straight." Yoochun jabbed a thumb at Jaejoong.
"I am not!"
They stared at him.
"I mean, no. Sorry. I'm just getting into the habit of denying whatever you say about me because you usually say mean things! Anyway, I know how to hold a gun, okay?!"
"You really don't. You're gay?"
Jaejoong blushed. "No! And yes I do! You hold it like this!"
He demonstrated by hefting his rifle up onto his shoulder and holding it like a bazooka.
"Who in the hell taught you to hold it like that?"
"I saw it in the movies!"
Changmin facegunned.
"Who do you like?" Yoochun asked, licking his finger.
"Chula."
"I'm talkin' about your guy crushes, Jae."
"My what?" Jaejoong dropped the gun onto his toe. "OW!!! GOD, DAMN IT. I don't fucking have any crushes on dudes, okay?!"
"What are the stages to orientation acceptance, Changmin?"
"Denial, acceptance."
"First stage...tsk, tsk." Yoochun shook his head. "Second stage is better for real."
"YOU GUYS! SHUT UP! I LOVE MY WIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIFE!"
"Would you shut the hell up?!" said a new voice.
They turned around to look face to face with Key and Taemin of SHINee. They gasped. Key gasped.
"Sunbaenim!" Taemin whimpered. "Sorry! We thought you were the three stooges, out for a day of disrupting other people's hunting opportunities!"
Key slapped his hand over Taemin's mouth.
"Uh, we mean...Sunbaenim, you're so pretty!"

Chapter One-hundred-seventy-four:

"Call your mother!" Kangin chortled, slinging his prize over his shoulders. "Tell her we shot three for thirteen!"
"Thirteen?" Donghae looked up from tying the second deer's legs together. "Thirteen...?"
"Our family."
"I know, but...thirteen?" he blinked and looked at Eunhyuk, who shrugged. "Are we really that many?"
"I thought we were twelve..." Shindong said, grasping the neck of their third deer and hefting it up over his shoulder.
"Kyuhyun made us thirteen."
"Ah," Kangin smiled painfully. "The unplanned child. Kids, when you get married...use protection."
"Don't talk to us about sex, Dad."
"I feel that it is my role as father to te-"
"Don't you love Kyuhyun?"
"I do! Oh, I do! He's my beloved little boy. Even though he is snarky and...a better singer than me..."
"So am I."
"You're not snarky," Eunhyuk said, sliding a long branch between the deer's legs and lifting it up with Donghae. "Wow, Donghae. Way to go! This really does work! It's just like Peter Pan!"
Donghae winked and looked back at Kangin. "I meant that I sing better than you."
"Back to the issue," Shindong said as they began to walk back towards their camp. "Thirteen..."
"Wait, wait! I just remembered! It's Kibum, right?"
"Kibum?" Kangin said slowly. "Why does that name seem familiar?"
"Huh..." Donghae looked back at Eunhyuk. "Do we know someone by that name?"
"I wanna say we do, but...I just can't remember!"
"But we know a Kimbum!"
"Right! Oh, I love that drama."
"Well, I hate it."
"Well, I hate you."
"I love you," Donghae said to Eunhyuk.
"I love meat."
"Boys," Kangin sighed. "You know what I wish?"
"What, Dad?"
"I wish that your mother didn't watch dramas."
"What do you want to watch instead?"
"Nature shows."

Chapter One-hundred-seventy-five:

"What are you doing out here? Can you guys even own guns?"
Key and Taemin shrugged.
"Are you here illegally?"
"No, sunbaenim! We are here with our great protector's permission!"
"Who?"
"Lee Soo Man." Taemin exchanged an ardor-filled glance with Key.
"Okay, but...How did you get guns? Taemin, how old are you? Twelve?"
"Fifteen."
"Forever Fifteen?"
"No, I don't follow Super Junior. I love you, sunbaenim!"
"Don't lie," Key said, poking Taemin's ribs.
"Well, I love...I love..." Taemin bit his lip. "I love Heechul-unni!"
"Eh?" Jaejoong blinked. "You like my wife?"
Taemin blushed. "Love unni."
"Love her like how?"
"Worship," Key said. "He's even following her gender change."
"I was wondering if his Korean was just bad..." Changmin coughed.
Taemin blushed more and Key pinched his cheek. "Cheer up."
"It suits me better!" Taemin said. "I mean, look at me...my legs..."
Yoochun nodded. "Very girly."
"Please don't talk about his body, sunbaenim," Key said to Yoochun. "It makes me feel kind of icky."
"Why? He said to look at him."
"You're greasy, sunbaenim."
"What?" Yoochun gasped. "I am not!"
"In defense of Yoochun, I'm switching the subject. Taemin sweetie," Jaejoong said.
"Yes, sunbaenim?"
"Chula is here with us."
"K-k-k-k-k-key smash!" Taemin stammered.
"Please don't smash me," Key said. "I'm delicate."
"Key," Yoochun said, winking at him and unleashing the terror of his English. "You are the key my heart!"
"Hey." Changmin turned on Yoochun. "Stop flirting with younger guys."
"But his name is Key. Think about that for a second."
"Stop flirting with younger guys," Key said. "I'm not into greasy old guys. I like younger men."
"How can anyone be younger than you?"
"I'm not that young! And...Taemin is younger."
"Key! Do you like me!?"
"I'm just saying that...I could unlock you..."

Chapter One-hundred-seventy-six:

"Why do we even have this?" Heechul stared at the offered bottle of chocolate syrup.
"Emergencies."
"What kind of emergencies?"
"This kind."
"You prepare for meltdowns?"
"How better to fix a meltdown than with some melty chocolate syrup?"
"It melts in your mouth," Lee Hyori put in.
"It's already melted. This is melted chocolate."
"How better, Sparkleflower?"
"I don't know...it will make me fat!"
"Drink the chocolate, Sparks."
Heechul took the bottle. "Does this have folic acid in it?"
"Uh? Why?"
"If it does I'll feel less guilty."
"It does. It totally does. Lots of it."
"If you're lying, I'll ruin your diet."
"You wouldn't do that, sweet."
"I would. You know I would. I can be vicious." Heechul paused to wipe his tears. "I can be so vicious. Killing mother deer...God...I just...I hate..."
"Drink the syrup."
He uncapped the bottle and poured the syrup straight into his mouth. Lee Hyori and Yunho watched in suppressed horror as he drained the bottle like a pirate drains his bottle of grog.
"Ew," Heechul gasped, smacking his lips. "That was disgusting."
"Feel better?"
"I feel sick."
Yunho took the bottle from him. "You just...drank all of this..."
"Ugghhhh."
"How many calories was that?" Yunho took out his glasses of mathematical ability and put them on.
"Too many," Heechul moaned. "I think I might hurl."
"Go into the bushes!"
"Quick!"
"Into the bushes!"
"Dive!"

Chapter One-hunred-seventy-seven:

"Seven hundred and seventy! And I see the camp! Is that Yunho I spy with my seventh eye?"
"Is he wearing glasses?"
"He is. He must be doing arithmetic! Tell me Se7en's multiplication table as we take these last seven steps, Jiyong!"
"Ahs good at math, yo! Seven times one is seven, my heaven! Seven times two it fourteen, poutine! Seven times three is twenty-one, jis like me! Seven times four is twenty-eight, I jis ate! Seven times five is thirty-five, mah gawd, that rhymes on its own! Seven times six is forty-two, Se7en is no fool! Seven times seven is forty-nine, oh, oh, be mine!"
"You're so talented, Jiyong."
"Thanks, hyung!"
"Honeys! We're home!" T.O.P. called, grabbing the attention of Lee Hyori and Yunho. "Where's Heech?"
"Who?"
"Chula the Rulah!" T.O.P. said. "The Queen."
"Uh...she's..." Lee Hyori twirled a lock of her hair around her finger. "Busy."
"Oh well," Se7en said. "We brought meat!"
"So did we."
Se7en lowered his deer, spray-painted a green seven onto its side, and then they proceeded to compare their kills.
"Daesung was more accurate. Who shot yours?"
"Chula."
"Chula shot a mother deer?"
"How do you know it was a mother?"
"I'm a mother. Mothers know. How do you think Chula knew, eh?"
"Se7en, you're not a mother..."
"I was the mother of seven children seven lives ago."
"You remember your past lives?"
"Only the last seven."
"So that's why you know so much?"
"That's only the seventh reason why."

Chapter One-hundred-seventy-eight:

"So...any hunting tips?"
"Yes. Silence is key."
"It's key?"
"It's key," said Key.
"Are you guys experienced at this?" Jaejoong leaned on his gun.
"We're master hunters," Taemin said. "Who all is with you?"
"Everyone," Jaejoong said, wincing. Changmin rolled his eyes and reeled off names.
"You invited Big Bang?"
"No, Se7en invited Big Bang, Key."
"How come there aren't more girls with you?" Key asked. "I thought you liked SNSD."
"We aren't allowed to like girls, Key."
"Why not?"
"You're joking, right?"
"No. I broke TVXQ law when I got married."
"What's your punishment? Jail time?"
Jaejoong narrowed his eyes. "I'm not going behind lock and key."
"Is it me, or are you guys saying 'key' a lot?"
"It's you. We like you, Key."
"You just said it again. Don't wear out my name, please."
"SNSD don't like me," Taemin said softly, looking down at his slender calves. "Neither do the Wonder Girls."
"Why wouldn't they just adore you?"
"I think they're intimidated by me."
"You? Intimidating?" Changmin tittered.
"My legs are prettier than theirs."
"Key word there is 'prettier'...I see. So they're jealous of you?"
Taemin nodded.
"Actually, the reason we're here is to feed Taemin meat and help him beef up."
"Even though I feel it's kind of hopeless...I think I'm doomed to become more and more feminine."
"You're pretty adorable, though."
"Thanks, sunbaenim." Taemin smiled shyly.
"So, what now? Do we go back to hunting? Or shall we go back to camp and find Chula?"
"I want to see unni!"
Jaejoong linked arms with Taemin and began to lead the way back to camp.

Chapter One-hundred-seventy-nine:

Donghae tripped over Heechul, and the deer collided with Heechul's head.
"Oh my god! What happ- CHULA?!"
"Get the deer off of her! Quickly! Are you okay, Chu- EW! What is that?" Donghae jumped back. "Is that blood?"
"Has someone murdered my daughter?" Kangin roared, stepping forward and looking at the spot Donghae and Eunhyuk were staring at.
"What is that?" he cringed. "Shindong? C'mere. Analyze!"
Shindong stepped forward and looked at it. "It's vomit."
"It's vomit? What the hell did she eat? So much..."
"It looks like chocolate."
They looked at each other in silence for a few seconds, and then looked down at Heechul.
"Is she alive?"
Donghae nudged him with his foot. "Chula?"
"Oh, god..."
"HELL NO." Kangin stomped his foot. "SHE IS NOT DEAD! YOUR MOTHER WILL DIVORCE ME IF SHE'S DEAD."
"She looks dead, though," Shindong said, sniffing and putting a hand over his heart.
"Wait a second. Put the deer down, darling. Let's take a look at her." Donghae and Eunhyuk lowered the deer to the ground to the side, and Donghae crouched over Heechul.
"Chula?"
He turned her onto her back and put his hand over her chest.
"Dude...you can't just touch her boobs."
"I'm feeling for a heartbeat."
"If she wakes up she'll kill you."
"I don't feel a heartbeat."
"Maybe all the implants are in the way? Touch her neck instead. Seriously, remove your hand. Don't make me a widower."
"She's my sister! Completely platonic!" Donghae touched the side of Heechul's neck. They all stared at him with baited breath as he squinted his eyes and concentrated on finding a pulse.
"She's..." he looked up at Eunhyuk and bit his lip. "She's not..."
"No...no!"
"She's not dead."
"Phew!" Kangin wiped his brow.
"Do you think we knocked her out?"
"Is she sleeping?"
"Sugar coma?"
"What do we do with her now?"
"Eh, leave her here. We'll come back once we drop off our deer."
"Couldn't Donghae or Eunhyuk carry her? Does it really take both of you to carry the deer?"
Kangin snorted with laughter. "They lack muscles."
"We're thin," Eunhyuk sniffed.

Chapter One-hundred-eighty:

Outsider sat down with the witch doctor in a field of alpacas.
"Here are the alpacas you will need."
"Ihavetoharvestthewool?"
The witch doctor held up a hand, and Outsider sniffed and wiped a tear away.
"I'msorry."
"Try to say it again."
"Ihavetoharvestthewool?"
"The wool, yes. These are the magic alpacas of appropriate speed."
"DoIhavetoharvestitmyself?"
"No. I will do this for you."
"Thankyou."
"After we have the wool, we will take it up that mountain, and slowly spin it into a fine thread," the witch doctor said. "After that, we will spend one hour a day and slowly knit it into a scarf."
"Idon'tknowhowtoknitbutIknowhowtocrochet..."
"Are you a fast learner, too?"
Outsider nodded and the witch doctor winced.
"Fine. We will crochet the scarf. Then we will bless it, and when you wear it, you will be cured of your curse."
"Areyousurethatthiswillwork?"
"Absolutely. The alpacas have never failed us before."
"You'vemetpeoplewhotalkthisfastbefore?" Outsider narrowed his eyes. "I'mfasterthanmostpeople."
"What?"
"Nevermind."
"Stay here and contemplate on moderate speed."
"Butmoderateformeislikerapidfireforyou."
The witch doctor stood up and nodded, pretending to have understood.
"I'lljuststayherethen."
"Yes, yes."
Outsider sighed and checked his cellphone for a signal. But in the deep mountain valleys of Peru, there was no signal for him. He sighed. At least he was away from the fast life, for now.

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Forever: Chapter Two

aidenrose — Mon, 21 Sep 2009 02:58:14 GMT

Title: Forever
Authors: aidenrose and tvxqsocks
Part: Chapter Two: Whiter Than Snow
Previous Parts: Chapter One
Genre: Angst, Romance
Pairing: The Devil/Yesung
Rating: PG-13 (character death, sensuality, blasphemy)
Word Count: 1,073
Synopsis: Through unexpected tragedy, Yesung lets the Devil into his life. Once into his life, the Devil plays with Yesung's emotions and firmest beliefs in order to wrangle one thing from him - his soul. But could the unthinkable possibility of love stop them from bartering for it?
Next Update: ~~Sunday, October 11th.~~ Someday. Writer's block.

Ho ho ho~! We do like chrysanthemums!
(Why does this sound like a crack A/N? This is serious business! -_-; )

Whiter Than Snow

Yesung stood in front of Kyuhyun's memorial like a statue as the people around him slowly left. Even when everyone else was gone, he still did not move. He just looked at Kyuhyun's photograph and the candles and the flowers, drowning himself in his guilt and grief. He didn't remember if anyone had tried to convince him to leave or to take him away. He couldn't recall being touched.

He couldn't leave. He couldn't just turn his back on his friend's death and return to his life. How could life ever be normal again? How could he ever forget, or forgive himself for what he'd done? For the first time since the accident, his eyes began to swim with tears. How could they, the ones who loved him more and knew him better, walk away? How could they move on? He slowly raised his hands and looked at them against the unfocused backdrop of white flowers. Small hands. Hands that had killed no one, and yet...

He blinked out two tears and dropped his hands. He felt uncomfortable and sick, his chest tight as he tried to repress his tears. He balled his hands into fists, digging his nails into his palms. Throughout all of the chaos after the accident, the hospital visits, the tears and grief and mourners, he had felt dead and emotionless. It was only now that he let himself cry. That he fully realized what a horrible person he was.

"I hate you," he whispered to himself.

"Painful, isn't it?" said a lilting voice from behind him. It was smooth, lyrical, and yet oddly disquieting.

Yesung turned around quickly, his heart skipping a beat in surprise. His breath caught as his eyes took in the appearance of the speaker. A slender young man with black hair and eyes stood smiling at him with too much understanding and sympathy for a stranger. He wasn't Korean; Yesung couldn't even begin to guess where he might be from. His face was uniquely and completely human, yet like none that he had ever seen before; as if he were a mix of every ethnicity. He was beautiful - so beautiful that Yesung found it hard to breathe looking at him.

"Like a bleeding wound," Yesung stammered, wondering why and how there was a stranger in this place. He hadn't heard him enter. He had thought that he was completely alone.

"It's too much for you, isn't it?" the man said, moving closer to him. "Don't you want to take the pain away?"

What?

"You can't stop picturing it, can you?" the man said, standing beside him and smiling at him. "The way he died."

Yesung's eyes widened. The man bent down and added a chrysanthemum to the memorial. "It must have been painful. He must have bled out after the accident."

"Shut up," Yesung said, taking a step back. "How dare you say this to me?"

"My apologies," he said softly, bowing the slightest bit. "I came not to torment you, but to offer you relief. Don't you want that, Yesung? To not feel grief?"

"How do you know my name?" Yesung whispered, his heart starting to hammer in alarm.

"It's a secret," he whispered back, putting a slender, perfect finger over his lips. "Do you miss him?"

Yesung glared at him for a second and then turned and walked away, flushing with anger. Impossibly, the man was standing in front of him, as if he had appeared out of thin air. He almost ran into him. He took a step back and stared at him. "How did...?"

"Do you know my name, Yesung?" he asked, slowing advancing towards him and brushing his cheek with an almost loving touch.

"No," Yesung said, hitting his hand away. "Stop."

"It hurts," he said softly. "I know it hurts. I can make it stop."

"You're just tormenting me," Yesung choked, tearing his eyes away from his face. His beauty would trick him into listening to him. "Leave me alone."

"No," he said. "You need me, Yesung. Aren't you tired of people hushing you and murmuring how sorry they are? That they know what you're going through? That he's gone to a better place? Don't you want someone to talk to who won't say those things? Don't you want to tell someone what is it that's weighing you down so much?"

Yesung glanced at him, and he caught his eye in that instant and smiled softly. Who was he to ask for a confession from him? He didn't want to hear this person talk, or reply to him, and yet a part of him was beginning to.

"Well? Will you speak to me?"

Yesung nodded shallowly. It was as if with every word, he was pulling on a string that was connected to the center of him, his heart, pulling him forward.

"What's your name?"

"Lucifer," he said, extending his hand. "You know me."

Ordinarily, he would have laughed and told him to find a better joke to tell. But something about him made Yesung hesitate, consider, and partially believe what he was telling him. He forgot to breathe for a second thinking that the beautiful, invasive person speaking to him was the Devil. He looked at him, and the Devil smiled.

"The Devil?"

"Yes."

"How can you help?"

"I can make anything happen for you, Yesung. I can make your despair vanish...anything you want. All you have to do..." he paused and his smile widened. He pulled out a white sheet of paper, simple and plain in appearance, "is sign."

Yesung almost laughed. "What is that? A contract?"

"It is."

"For my soul?" Yesung looked at him disbelievingly.

"Yes," he said, taking a step closer to Yesung. "Your soul...for anything you desire."

"Anything?" Yesung narrowed his eyes.

"Anything within reason."

"I don't need anything that badly."

"Don't say no so quickly, Yesung," the Devil said. "Think about it. Think about what I could improve for you...that would make your world a happy one. I'll give you a week to think about what you want most...how is that?"

Yesung just looked at him. The Devil walked around him, running his hand over Yesung's shoulder. "Think about it," he whispered quietly.

Yesung turned around, opening his mouth to say something, but he was gone. He looked everywhere, but he was nowhere to be seen. He'd left just as suddenly and subtly as he had appeared.

Yoochun the Manslayer, Part Two

tvxqsocks — Tue, 15 Sep 2009 23:58:43 GMT

Title: Yoochun the Manslayer
Previous Parts: Part One
Pairing: Changmin/Yoochun
Genre: CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK
Rating: PG-13 (language and other random stuff)
Synopsis: Mysterious forces at work in the world spontaneously turn Yoochun into a woman! With the help of YG Family in SM Town, will he ever regain his maleness? And what might happen to him during his journey back to manhood?

Gosh, I am so sorry. This was supposed to be posted AGES ago. My internet...died. I'm actually at the library right now, but that's not important. What's important is...here's part two. Thanks, as always, go to aidenrose cause she's awesome and she deserves them. ily! ♥

“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU--” Yoochun screamed. It was the next day. And he was still a girl. And that pink abomination was still in his room. He vowed to burn that thing once he got over this condition that he seemed to be having.

“Shut the hell up. Some of us are trying to sleep in.” Changmin threw his pillow at Yoochun. Honestly, some people just make so much damn noise.

“I’M HAVING A CRISIS AND ALL YOU CARE ABOUT IS SLEEPING IN?!”

“What could possibly be so important at 6am?”

“THE FACT THAT I STILL HAVE BOOBS, MAYBE?”

Changmin burst out laughing.

“Okay, guys. We need a better plan. People are going to start wondering what happened to Yoochun,” Jaejoong said, glancing around. Se7en was over at their dorm again. And Yunho was still MIA. But he’s not important to this storyline anyway.

“How about we just tell everyone we replaced him with a girl who looks and sounds just like him?” Everyone stopped and looked at Junsu. “Sorry…that sounded better in my head…”

“I say we sell him for marriage.” Yoochun threw another shoe at Changmin.

“Okay! Okay! We have to think about this!” Jaejoong sat down in his thinking position: pouting, legs crossed, arm resting on his knee, and his chin in his hand. He caressed it. His chin, that is. It was smooth and hairless. But that’s not the focus of this story either. PAY ATTENTION.

“You guysssss. I miss my girlfriend! I can’t go see her like this!” Yoochun wailed.

“What girlfriend? The one you pretend to write songs about?” Changmin sniggered. Yoochun threw yet another shoe at Changmin. My God. How many did he have?

“I HAVE A GIRRFRAAN OK??”

“What’s her name, then?”

“Uh…she has a name…”

“What is it?”

“…”

“Thought so.”

Yoochun glared at Changmin. Bastard always had to ruin his life. Changmin smiled.

“I looooove you, Yoochunnie noona,” Changmin said in a singsong voice cutely.

“I really, really, really hate you guys.”

“Oh, stop being so melodramatic!” Junsu said, pointing at Yoochun. Everyone looked at Junsu for the second time that hour. Gosh. Junsu was just getting weird looks from them left and right.

“That’s a pretty big word you used there, Junsu.” Changmin squinted at Junsu.

“I KNOW BIG WORDS!”

“Gentlemen, gentlemen. Fighting ain’t gonna make this better, ya feel me? So just chillax and take seven deep breaths. Se7en got this under control, yo.” Yoochun glared at Se7en. He didn’t like that. The glaring, I mean. Se7en is the guru of all things. He knows what he’s talking about. Yoochun should just shut up and listen to him. Anyway…

“Your last idea sucked,” Yoochun said from his corner, still glaring. Really, what’s up with him and corners? There are other more comfortable places to sit. Gosh. Cheer up, emo kid.

“Whuchu talkin’ ‘bout?! My ideas never suck! You just can’t see the big picture. But I see it, yo. Just trust me.”

“Okay, fine. What do I do now?”

“Visit a hairdresser.”

“What? Why?”

“Just do it, yo. No askin’ questions.”

“Soooo, escuse me, mees. How wood joo like joor hair?” Yoochun squinted at the hairdresser. What? Was that a SPANISH accent? What the hell?

“Um…just a trim and some color, I guess,” he replied after a few seconds.

“Oh, naw, bb. You’re gettin’ the works. Make her look B-E-A-U-TIFUL, ya feel me?” Yoochun sighed. He should’ve refused when Se7en insisted on coming along. He was a big boy. He could make decisions for himself, kthx. He didn’t need someone obsessed with the number seven breathing down his neck.

“Like I said. Just trust me.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Wooooooah. Who is that hot chick?” Changmin whistled.

“Shut up,” Yoochun muttered under his breath. Changmin was getting out of line lately. He’d have to teach him a lesson. If he could reach that high, that is. Cause you know… Changmin is the Jolly Green Giant’s cousin. And really, who wants to go up against those manly muscles that he’s recently developed? I know I wouldn’t. Maybe Yoochun will just give him a good talking to. And by talking I mean screaming. But hey, who’s keeping track anyway?

“WOAH. Yoochun. You look um…good…” Jaejoong coughed. I wasn’t lying when I said that Yoochun was a hot chick. Cause he was. A really hot chick. Especially in that pink dress. With those neon green leggings. And his new hair. Mhmm. Smooookin’.

“EU KYUNG KYUNG KYUNG!” Junsu hid his face in his hands. The boy was a mess, I tell ya. Giggling and blushing. I would know. I was there. How do you think I know all this?

“Shut the hell up, Junsu.” Yoochun glared at him. He was glaring a lot lately.

“Noona, you’re so pretty!” Changmin sang. Oh, snap. Was that a SHINee reference? Damn right it was. Anyway, Yoochun was seriously fed up with Changmin‘s crap. The man could only take so much, ya know? He lunged for Changmin. It was scary, let me tell ya. He looked like a lioness claiming her prey. Cause we all know that lions are lazy asses and they get their women to do all the dirty work while they chill in the shade. Trufax. But that’s not relevant. So, where was I? Oh, yes. Yoochun lunged at Changmin, only to be met with a cushion. Changmin moved fast for someone so tall. Almost makes you think he was a ninja in disguise, doesn’t it?

“YOU! I’M GOING TO KICK YOUR ASS SO FAR INTO NEXT WEEK--”

“Technically, that isn’t possible. Violence isn’t a force strong enough to initiate time travel.”

“ARGGG!”

Changmin sniggered. Yoochun made another move for him, but someone got in his way. Where the hell did Jaejoong come from?! He needed to get the hell out of the way and let Yoochun pummel Changmin. Not that separating them now made a difference. They shared a room. Yoochun could just smother that bitch in his sleep. Not that he would, but it was a thought.

“You’re going to ruin your outfit and your hair. And even though Changmin is a gentleman and he would never hit a lady--” Junsu snorted. Changmin punched him on the arm. “--he wouldn’t hesitate to hit you. Because technically, you’re not really a girl, right?” Yoochun nodded. Good thing, too. Because everyone and their mother knows that Yoochun would not have come out of that tiff victorious. Not at all. Yoochun glared at Changmin, who grinned back.

“I hate my life.”

“Honestly, what is up with that boy? He makes me want to bash his face in on a daily basis. And it‘s only gotten worse since I woke up as a girl.” Yoochun winced at his own words. It stung to call himself a girl, okay?

“You really don’t get it, do you?”

“Get what? What is there to get? He’s getting on my last nerve.”

“Yoochun. Think about it. Reeeeally think about it.” Yoochun sat back and thought. Minus the ridiculous position that Jaejoong always took on whenever he thought.

“I dunno, Jae. Really. What’s up with him?”

“If you haven’t gotten it by now, it’s not meant for you to get it.”

“Why are you trying to sound all deep and profound?”

“New personality I’m trying out. You like?” Yoochun sighed and shook his head. He felt like he was surrounded by idiots sometimes.

“Personality isn’t like a hairstyle, Jaejoong. You can’t just change it whenever you feel like it.”

“I do what I want.” Yoochun shook his head again. Jaejoong was out of his mind. No, seriously. That boy is crazy.

“So, should I strangle you now or should I wait until you’re asleep so that it’s painless?”

“Strangle me? You wouldn’t do that. You love me too much.” Changmin grinned at Yoochun with his mismatched eyes. Yoochun thought they were the most adorable thing ever. Wait, what? Adorable? Wasn’t this the dude who was relentlessly picking on him? And now he thinks his creepy mismatched eyes are adorable?!

“Maybe I’ll let you live one more night.” Changmin laughed and made himself comfortable for sleep.

The Chronicles of Jaechul, Part Seventeen

aidenrose — Tue, 15 Sep 2009 03:24:49 GMT

Title: The Chronicles of Jaechul
Authors: aidenrose and tvxqsocks
Part: Seventeen (Chapters 161-170)
Previous parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 8, Se7en, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16
Total length: 777 chapters de gozaimasu.
Rating: PG-13 (sex changes, pregnancy, minor violence, language, and general stupidity. Contains a lot of jokes meant to be read and appreciated by true fans of SM Town ~~and other fandoms~~.)
Disclaimer: This is in no way meant to be offensive. It is intended to be taken as humor.
Frequency of Updates: Every day that is a multiple of seven.
Genre: Crack fan fiction. A.K.A, ridiculous parody-like nonsense. Humor.
Pairing: Jaejoong x Heechul
Synopsis: In order to get revenge against Lee Soo Man pushing him down a flght of stairs, Heechul gets the sex change he's always craved. Later he meets Jaejoong and it's love at first sight. This fic is about their daughter, Jaechul. Sort of.

This one time, I was walking through the deep American woods, and I saw a deer stand and a deer attracting device hanging from a tree. I didn't worry about being mistaken for a turkey, but...this other time, I was walking through the deep American fields, and I was told to leave because people hunt deer there, and as everyone but me knew...teenage girls are easily mistaken to be deer. ~~Shameless SJ-M promotion.~~

Chapter One-hundred-sixty-one:

"Okay," Kangin said, slinging his gun over his shoulder and sniffing in the early morning chill. They were deep in a woodland grove. "Listen up. We're not going to argue about this, and we're not going to even bother denying it. The fact is, some of you sound and look like turkeys. The air quality in America is such that even top officials mistake dudes for turkeys and shoot them. Let's not let that happen. Be serious and safe, and remember, we are not hunting turkeys. If one of you gets shot, my wife will put me through hell."
"Not literally, though."
"Who do you think Yesung likes more? Me or your mother?"
Donghae snorted with laughter. "Everyone loves Mom best, Dad."
"Nuh uh! I love you best, Dad," Shindong said, clapping his father on the back.
"Thanks, Son," Kangin said. "But my point is proved. If one of you gets shot...bad things will happen. So for my sake, and the sake of your bodily fluids, namely blood, don't get shot. Okay?"
Everyone murmured their agreement, and Kangin moved onto the next topic as the natural leader. Being a bear, he was at the top of two chains: the chain of command, and the food chain of the woodland creatures.
"We're splitting up in teams, as I'm sure some of you have already realized. My team consists of myself, and my three sons. We are DESK."
"DESK?" Changmin said, looking up from the barrel of his gun. "Isn't that kinda close to DBSK?"
"Not at all."
"Yeah it is. You stole our initials and replaced the B with a letter suspiciously close to B in appearance and sound. E!"
"So?"
"Dude, you're thieves!"
"No we aren't. Our name is completely original. It stands for Deer and Elk Super Killers. What's yours stand for?"
"Deer Brutal Slaughterers Kompany," Yoochun said confidently. Everyone turned to stare at him.
"Honey," Changmin said quietly. "DBSK...not DBSC."
"Huh?"
"Company is with a 'C', babe."
"No it's not. Kuh! Kuh! It's a kuh sound!"
"Anyway," Changmin said exasperatedly. "DBSK is me, Yunho, Jaejoong, and Yoochun? That seems fair. You guys have four members."
Yunho coughed. "I'm sticking with my girls."
"What? You three are a team!?" Jaejoong gasped. "Chula, no! I need you in my sights!"
"I'm more worried about you than me, Jaejae...and besides...We are..."
Yunho, Lee Hyori and Heechul grouped together and assumed an estrogen-powered pose.
"The Pop Queens!"

Chapter One-hundred-sixty-two:

"And we..." Se7en said, loading his rifle with seven bullets. "Are SDTGOP, name courtesy of G-Deer."
"What the hell does that stand for?" Heechul asked, tightening his pink camouflage jacket.
"Supa Dupa Target Gettahs O' Poachin', yo!" G-Dragon said around a coffee lollipop.
"Why are we the only peaceful group?" Yunho wondered aloud, eyeing G-Dragon's lollipop.
"What's peaceful about hunting?" Kangin and Shindong said, buffawing.
"Ah hah, good point. We're here to be merciless and take out our frustrations!"
"And eat!"
"Yes, yes. But we should set a cap on how many casualties we can cause."
"Seven," Se7en said. "No more, no less."
"Is that enough?" Shindong wondered.
"Dude, that's one deer for two people. That's a ton!"
"Do we even have enough barbeque sauce?"
"Chyeah we do. What do you think all those suitcases were for?"
"Clothes?"
"Naw man, Daesung be bringin' da sauce, yo! He's dat saucesome!"
"Is that too much?" Lee Hyori wondered, eyeing her waistline. "I'm still on a diet."
"Me too," Yunho said.
"Who says you guys gotta pig out, yo?" T.O.P said, fingering his gun pointedly. "Don't threaten the size of our meal."
"Yeah," Shindong said. "Don't come between us and the meat."
"Uh, chill, boys, okay?" Lee Hyori laughed. "It's cool."
"Hmph."
"Anyway. That's fine with me. You can have your way, Se7en."
"Smokin'," G-Dragon smirked. "Hyung gets his way, yo!"
"Let's each pick a direction to walk in!"
"EAST!" Jaejoong, Changmin, and Yoochun shouted simultaneously.
"Let's go west!" G-Dragon shouted, whooping. Big Bang launched into a rap intro.
"Okay," Kangin said, turning to his one and only daughter. "Who wants north?"
"You mean, who wants south?"
"Whatever. Same deal."
Heechul, Yunho, and Lee Hyori looked at each other.
"Which is prettier?" Lee Hyori wondered aloud. Shindong rolled his eyes and leaned his head on Eunhyuk's shoulder for mental support.
"It's a direction, you guys."
"We'll take south. S for Sexy!"

Chapter One-hundred-sixty-four:

"Hey," Donghae whispered as he and the rest of DESK crept through the woods. "Don't you think we're sexier than Heechul and his dumb idol friends?"
Kangin sniggered. "Yeah."
"We should have taken south. They're gonna think they're hot stuff."
Shindong coughed. "Being straight, I'd say that Lee Hyori can keep south."
"Oh, you."
"No you."
"No you!"
"Shut up!" Kangin hissed. "We've gotta be veeeeeeery quiet!"
They crept in silence for about thirteen minutes before Donghae crept up behind Eunhyuk and tapped his shoulder.
"Hey," he hissed.
"What?" Eunhyuk hissed back.
"You look good in camouflage!" he snickered.
"Not as good as you!"
"Boys." Kangin came to a halt. "Let's face it. We're all sexy beasts in this camouflage. When we get home, we're talking to Father SM about getting a camouflage look for our next single, yes or no?"
"Yes!"
"Now then," he whispered, resuming his creeping. "Be very very quiet! We're hunting deer!"
"Dad."
"What?"
"I think we should climb up in a tree and wait for the deer to come."
"What? Why would that work?"
Donghae coughed. "Becau-ause...We brought...pheromones."
Kangin blinked. "Son, deer aren't attracted to you."
"Ew! Dad, no!"
"We brought deer pheromones! To attract the deer!"
"Oh. Ohhhhhh! Hahaha, Dad sees!" Kangin chortled. "Well, then. Haha! Well done, my son. None of the others will ever think of that."
"Hyukjae! Scout for trees!"

Chapter One-hundred-sixty-five:

"Ow!"
"What?!"
"A thorn pricked me!" Heechul whined. "Damn forests."
"That's why you should wear gloves!"
"No! That'll make my hands feel all weird."
"Then suck on your finger."
"I'm not having fun! My feet hurt! I'm tired!"
"Shhhhh. Deer will hear you and scatter, dear."
"Guys," Heechul moaned. "I'm pregnant for pity's sake. Let's stop and rest."
"Why don't we just stay in one place and wait for the deer to come?" Lee Hyori suggested.
"Fine," Yunho said. They sat down at the base of a tree and caught their breaths.
"God damn," Heechul wheezed. "Am I that out of shape?!"
"It's just 'cause of your pregnancy," Lee Hyori said, patting his hand. "You're beautiful, big girl."
"What?"
"I said you're beautiful."
"What was that last bit? Did you call me fat? Girl, I got a gun on me!"
"No! I did not call you fat! I'm just...just...I meant your beauty is so big! It spans the entire globe! You outshine everyone, Sparkleflower!"
"Oh. Okay. Sorry."
"No, it's okay. I hear pregnancy can make you suspicious and stuff."
"God," Heechul moaned. "Don't get pregnant, you guys."
"Uh, I can't get pregnant," Yunho said, looking up from his pocket Twilight.
"...Good point. Princess Hyori...never mind, you know."
"Yeah, I know."
"Girls," Yunho said, sighing. "I miss Edward."
"You miss him? You haven't met him yet."
"I haven't met him in person yet! But in my heart...In my heart, I know him. And I miss him."
"We'll find him tomorrow," Heechul said. Or not.
"How does Edward hunt, Glitterpetal?" Lee Hyori asked, touching up her lip stick in a hand mirror.
"He is the most graceful thing ever! Leaping and sprinting through the wilderness which accents his pale lusty beauty so well, he moves with such speed that he almost flies. Nothing can outrun him, so feeding is no problem! He'll gracefully pounce upon his prey and sink his teeth into its flesh, drinking its blood to sustain his beautiful beautiful life and keep him safe for humans! His eyes will turn pale, crustacean yellow once he's drunk enough blood, and then he'll return to his loft and play the piano with elegance and feeling and grace."
Yunho sighed dreamily.

Chapter One-hundred-sixty-six:

"I miss Chula," Jaejoong moaned.
"Stop being so love sick, Jaejoong."
"You're one to talk! The two of you always flaunting each other with your PDHs."
"PD what?"
"PDH."
"What?" Yoochun looked at Changmin.
"I don't know what that is." Changmin shrugged.
"Public Display of Homosexuality, you guys. Get up to date with today's lingo!"
"Today's what?"
"Lingo."
"Who says lingo anymore, Jaejoong?"
"I do!"
"...Yes...well...anyway. Do you think that if we sing to the deer, they'll come out?"
"A three-part-harmony to lure them out? Deer are suckers for nice voices. I know this because I follow J-rock."
"Uh? What does that have to do with anything?"
"You know that vampire?"
"Edward?"
"No. Gackt."
"Oh. Uh. Yes."
"His fanclub is called Deers."
"Really?"
"Yeah. They're suckers for his vibrato."
"Alright. What shall we sing?"
"Kiss the Baby Sky!"
"Why not Mirotic?"
"We should sing in English, in my opinion."
"My English sucks," Jaejoong said.
"No. His English sucks," Changmin said, pointing at Yoochun.
"Hey! What the hell, Changmin? I know English, okay?! What's your problem!"
"My problem is grammar and vocabulary, babe."
"Yeah, too true - you're the one that doesn't know English."
"Guys! Let's just sing Together, okay?!"
"No. I don't feel like being together right now. Let's scrap the idea."
"NO?"
"HEY! Don't bring me down!"

Chapter One-hundred-sixty-seven:

"...Seven-hundred-seventy-five...seven-hundred-seventy-six...seven-hundred-seventy-seven! Okay!" Se7en stopped moving and nodded seven times. "This is the spot. This is as far as we need to go."
"Damn, hyung. You so smar'! I see deer prints everywhah!"
"I consulted seven oracles."
"Coo'!"
"Okay boys. To the trees!"
Se7en and Big Bang scattered and climbed into the trees.
"Hey!" Se7en hissed. "Say that you love Se7en-hyung seven times, and I'll know we can all hear each other!"
The susurrous sound of Big Bang whispering their love seven times to Se7en filled the air.
"Wha' now? We jiss wai' here 'till Bambi comes walkin' 'long?"
"Yes," Se7en said, pulling out seven pheromones. "I googled seven methods of deer-hunting. We'll use pheromones to attract them!"
"Hyung, you think stuff through. Allllllll the way through."
"It's cheating to rhyme with the same word, T.O.P."
"Sorry, hyung."
"S'ok!" Se7en dropped the pheromones onto the ground between their trees. "Alright, now what were you saying, Jiyong?"
"I was sayin' that I thin' tha' you an Ah should go shoppin' fo' some fashion while we're here."
"I see, I see. Not a bad idea."
"I need a fresh look for mah solo album, yo!"
"Well, I don't see why the four of us can't go shop later!"
"Oh, yay!" Daesung said, waving at Se7en.
"Speaking o-- Was that a shot?"
"Yeah!"
"Shizz!"
"What?"
"Seven bucks says that someone shot someone else," T.O.P said, saluting Se7en.
"I hope not seven times..."

Chapter One-hundred-sixty-eight:

"BUFAWHAWHAWHAWHAWHAW!!!"
"WOW, Dad! That was awesome!"
"AH HAH! AH HAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Shindong and Kangin embraced over the corpse of their victim, guffawing and clapping each others' backs in victory. Donghae jumped down from his tree and joined them, and Eunhyuk hung from a tree branch and cheered.
"WE ARE...SUPER KILL-ERS!"
"Seriously, nice shot, Dad! You're so good at this!"
Kangin slapped his chest. "Of course!"
"What now?"
"Hide it! We'll wait for another one!"
They all laughed and started dragging the deer towards one of the trees. Like cheetahs, they dragged it up and slung it over a high branch, from where it stared down at them with sad deer eyes.
"Won't it take a while? We made a lot of noise."
"A good hunter lies in wait patiently. All top predators do this, boys. It's like debuting. You lie in wait and train for years before you strike and make a kill."
They nodded, and made themselves comfortable in their tree. Donghae stared up at the deer and chewed on a stick of bubblegum that he'd stolen from Sungmin.
"What kind of deer do you think she was?" he asked, watching Eunhyuk exercising his stomach muscles while hanging from the tree by his knees. "Like, do you think there's such a thing as a deer criminal?"
"Oh dude, we could be deer bounty hunters."
"Deer heroes."
"Maybe we should rename our team?"
"To what?"
"Super Deer and Elk Killers."
"Why didn't we pick that one before?"
"Because DSEK sounds worse than DESK."
"Oh, that's right. Haha, you guys, what if we put some meat on Father SM's desk? Get it? A gift from DESK on his desk!"
"Good one," Eunhyuk laughed, making eye contact with Donghae as he blew a bubble.
"What if we see a bear?" Shindong asked.
"I don't trust my relatives," Kangin coughed. "They'll eat anything."
"So will you."
"That isn't true. I wouldn't eat a person."
"...We should get a plan in case we meet a bear," Donghae said, climbing down to where Eunhyuk was and inching closer to him. "Just in case."

Chapter One-hundred-sixty-nine:

"Shhhh," breathed Heechul, looking through his rifle's scope. "I see one."
"I want it!" mouthed Yunho, his eyes glinting with crazed enthusiasm. "I want to kill it and present it to Edward!"
"No!" Heechul mouthed back, returning his eye to the scope. "He's mine."
"She," Lee Hyori whispered.
"Same difference. Hot damn, she looks nutritious and delicious."
"Ear plugs!" Lee Hyori whispered, putting her own in and then covering Heechul's delicate ears with her delicate hands.
Heechul's finger curled over the trigger and he pulled it ferociously.
But nothing happened.
"The fuck?" Heechul looked at his gun and shook it. He pulled the trigger again. "S'wrong with it?"
"Let me try!" Yunho hissed.
"No. You can get the next one. I get the first kill."
"Turn the safety off."
"Oh, you're kidding me..." Heechul switched it off and aimed again. "Guns are meant to fire, geez."
"It's so you don't shoot yourself in the foo-"
Heechul fired, and the deer collapsed. The three of them stared at the spot where it had been standing for a few seconds as the sound of the shot echoed through the woods.
"Damn."
"HELL YEAH!" Heechul yelled, standing up and waving his gun in the air.
"Woah, woah, put the safety back on!"
"Oh, right. Sorry. HELL YEAH!" he yelled again, switching the safety on and leaving the gun on the ground. "Let's go look at it!"
They held hands and skipped towards it and squealed over the corpse.
"Oh em gee!" Yunho squealed, jumping up and down. "Can I bite it?!"
"What? NO!"
"Babycakes, you're not a vampire yet."
"True..." Yunho sighed.
"Guys?" Heechul said quietly.
"Hm?"
"I don't feel so good anymore..."
"What? Why?"
"Look at her..." he sniffed. "I killed her...She was just...doing her own thing..."
"But..."
"Oh, god, what if she was a mother?!"
"Sh-"
"I KILLED A MOTHER!" he screamed, falling to his knees and clutching his face. "OH, GOD. I KILLED THE MOTHER OF A BABY DEER SOMEWHERE! I'M A MURDERER! I'M NOT...I'M NOT...I'M NOT FIT TO BE A MOTHER!"

Chapter One-hundred-seventy:

"I don't think deer care what language you sing it in, okay?"
"Listen, dogs learn words from their masters. They learn the words you teach to them!"
"So you're saying that if you said sit in a different language than it learned, it wouldn't know what to do?"
"Yes."
"I don't think so. Dogs are smarter than that. They can hear what you want from the tone of your voice."
"No, they can't. They learn the words, okay? Korean dogs speak Korean, American dogs speak American."
"You mean English."
"Yeah, the language of America."
"What about Spanish?"
"What about it?" Changmin sighed exasperatedly.
"Well, a lot of people in America speak Spanish. What if the dogs are bilingual?"
"What if they are? We're talking about deer, anyway!"
"Let's just sing Hug. We had it in so many languages."
"Shit. I don't remember the English version of it."
"Well, let's just sing it in Korean. Maybe a lot of Koreans come through here and the deer get used to the language."
"I think they'll just appreciate our harmony, you know? It's not like the lyrics matter! It'll be the same as singing to our foreign fans!"
"Oh, I didn't think of that..."
"If we're singing cuddly songs, we should sing Heart, Mind, and Soul."
"You're My Melody!"
"Beautiful You!"
"No. I have a good idea," Yoochun said, rubbing his hands together. "I will sing My Girlfriend."
"Why would that attract deer, dude?"
"Because! We are hunting female deers!"
"Runaway."

[Next Part] 2400 Calories of Comfort

Polychromatic Us: Chapter One

aidenrose — Sat, 12 Sep 2009 07:11:00 GMT

Title: Polychromatic Us
Part: Chapter One: White
Genre: Romance
Pairing: Donghae/Eunhyuk
Rating: PG-13 (sensuality)
Word Count: 2,214
Synopsis: Colors have always been there in our relationship...from the day I met you. If I were to tell our story, I’d do it with a canvas and paint; vibrant colors of every shade and hue.
Next Update: Saturday, September 26th.

Phew! @w@; now all of my series have begun. This is my first time writing a 2nd-person POV story...so far I like it. ^^ The idea for a color-themed series arose while I was writing down one-shot prompts many weeks ago, and so far I'm having a lot of fun with it. Please read and enjoy!! ^ ^ /

(Written from Eunhyuk's perspective.)

White

You're wearing white again. It looks good on you. I can't possibly tell you that, though, because I haven't even properly met you yet. The simple reason for that being that you're new, and no one has really gotten to know you yet. I want to introduce myself, but...I'm shy. Every time I get close to having the confidence to talk to you, I falter. I just like you, and for now, I'm okay with liking you from afar without knowing anything about you.

So, like most days, I sit down against the back wall and play with my cellphone until my friends get here. Dance practice. My favorite class at SM Entertainment, hands down. I like singing and acting, but I'm not as good at them - and what person doesn't like what he's best at the most? Anyway, I just like dancing. I've always liked it.

My eyes keep straying to you without my permission and I end up just pretending to be busy with my phone. I haven't seen you dance yet, but you must be good if you're in my class. I want you to be good - if you are, then we have something in common. I'm hoping that I'll get to see what you can do today.

I decide to save the battery on my phone and put it away. The other trainees are talking amongst themselves, but I don't care enough to listen to what they're talking about. Some of them I know, some of them I don't. I cross my arms over my chest and yawn, and look around the room. It's white and clean. Everyday, the dirt tracked in from shoes, the sweat, the tears...all of it gets mopped up by someone.

I steal another glance at you, and my heart skips a beat. You were looking at me. I quickly lower my face so you won't see that I'm blushing. My cheeks are positively burning, and I wish they'd stop. I wish I weren't so nervous when I want you to notice me. After a few seconds, I can't help myself, and I look at you again to see if you're still looking my way. You are. Our eyes meet, and you make a motion as if you want to walk towards me, and I look away again.

I almost want to get up and leave the room, but thankfully, I don't have to. Sungmin arrives, like a blessing - someone to distract me from you. As I wave him over and he walks towards me, smiling, I wonder if I think too highly of myself. The chances of you...Anyway, we don't know each other. So maybe you're just looking at everyone curiously. You were just looking at me as you'd look at anyone.

"Hey," Sungmin says, sitting down next to me and smiling. "You okay?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"You look like your inner soul is in turmoil," he says laughingly. "Tough day at school or something?"

"Yes," I lie.

"You should do your homework now," he says, pulling his hat down over his eyes and smiling smugly. "We still have like ten minutes before we start."

"Nah, no interest." I yawn. "What to do?"

"Sleep," he says confidently and uses my shoulder as a pillow. I don't really care, except that I was hoping he'd talk to me and keep my mind off of you. But no. With his head lowered, I can see you again. The only thing I know about you is your name. That's it. I tear my gaze away and close my eyes.

I've known that I like boys since middle school, and I've had crushes before. I just wish that I knew a better way of dealing with them than this...but you probably wouldn't feel the same way, and that's what really keeps me away. The chances of you liking boys are slim. I don't know if I have the confidence to be your friend, which is why I shouldn't talk to you until my feelings dies down a little. Because they have to, I tell myself.

The rest of the trainees and our instructors arrive, and we get to work. Another intense session of dancing and learning ahead of us. When you walk into the group, I smile, because I know I'll see you dance today.

You...can dance. You can dance really well. I'm so happy about it that I almost complimented you after practice, but couldn't find a way to do it without feeling like I was standing out. Instead, I just headed into the changing rooms like normal. A changing room full of boys is not the easiest place for me to be in, but it's not as if I like everyone I see. I don't think anyone even knows that I like boys.

I find a shower that's empty, and drop my bag outside of it. I turn on the water and lazily strip off my shirt while I wait for the water to get to the right temperature. What I need is to shower and go home and be alone for a while.

"Hey."

I turn around automatically, and I almost fall backwards in surprise. It's you. You're looking directly at me and I blush. I feel like I'm in one of those dreams where you're exposed in a crowd, where everyone is looking at you, and there is nowhere to hide. I wish, perhaps more desperately than at any other time in my life, that I was not the sort of person who blushed. Say something.

"Hi," I manage. I also wish that I had waited just ten seconds more before taking off my shirt. It only increases my feeling of exposure that I'm shirtless in front of you the first time we meet. Why must you talk to me here, now, anyway?

"Sorry, bad time?"

"No, it's okay."

You smile again, and I tell my heart to stop beating so quickly. "You're Lee Hyukjae, right?"

"Yes."

"I'm Lee Donghae."

"I know," I say breathlessly. "You're one of the new trainees."

"Yeah," you say, biting your lip cutely. "You dance awesomely."

"Thank you," I say, leaning against the wall as subtly as I can for support. "You...You do too."

"Not like you...really, very cool. Anyway, I just wanted to introduce myself to you. Maybe we can be friends." You smile. Your smile is pretty, and it certainly isn't making this any easier for me.

"Ab...Absolutely." I try my hardest to smile back.

"Okay, cool." You linger for a second more. "Would you...Do you want to keep practicing?"

"What, you mean together?"

"Yeah. I mean, unless you have somewhere you need to be, or something."

"No," I say a little too quickly. "Let's practice."

You grin. "Okay. Turn off the water, then. I'll meet you outside, okay?"

"Okay." You nod and leave. When you're gone, I stare into space for a few seconds. I said I'd practice with you just now, didn't I? Damn it. I turn off the water and pull my t-shirt back on quickly. I sling my bag over my shoulder and splash my face with cold water from one of the sinks. I have to get a grip on myself quickly.

I dry my face off with my towel and tell myself to not let my thoughts stray. I have to treat you like anyone else. I can't treat you like you're my crush - even though you are. I don't want you to know that.

Okay. Okay, okay, okay. Just walk out and be normal.

"Hey," you say again, greeting me with a smile as I turn the corner out into the hallway. "How old are you?"

"I'm sixteen," I say, trying to keep the shyness out of my voice.

"I'm fifteen," you say, your face falling a little. "What year were you born in?"

"1986."

"Oh! So we are the same age. My birthday's in October."

"April," I say, finding myself smiling a little. I start walking back towards the practice rooms and you fall into step beside me.

"April," you repeat. "So your stone is a diamond."

 “Huh?”  

“Your birthstone. It’s a diamond, right?” 

My step slows and I look at you in mild surprise, wondering why you know that. "Yeah," I say slowly. "It is, I guess. But I don't really like white..."

I close my eyes for a fraction of a second and internally smack myself as soon as I say it. I like white on you. But you don't seem to read anything into it. You have no reason to.

“Diamonds aren’t always white,” you say, walking past me towards a soda machine. “Diamonds come in all different colors.” 

“Really?”

“Yeah,” you say, buying yourself a bottle of water. “Every color, pretty much. The popular ones aren’t really even white, though, they’re transparent, aren’t they?”

“I guess…”

“What color do you like?”

You walk towards me, drinking your water. I'm caught between watching you drink and looking away. And I don’t know what color I like. I like a lot of colors.

“I don’t really have a favorite,” I end up saying, looking at you with unfortunate shyness.

 “Oh,” you say, and bite the rim of your bottle. “What do you like?”

“I like a lot of things...I like dancing." 

“Me too.” You smile. “Let's choreograph something." 

“Really?" 

“Yeah, why not?” you say. “Let's go. And if you dance with me, you’ll loosen up, right?”

 I blush. “Probably,” I admit.

 “Ah, so you know how stiff you are.”

“I’m shy.” 

“But you’ll get used to me, won’t you?” 

“Yes,” I say, smiling a little. I hope that it isn't a lie. “I’m sorry I’m like this.”

“Don’t be - I like you.”

  "What? Why?" I say, blushing furiously. Why must you say that?

You shrug. “Dunno. Just do.” 

You just do. I open the door to a practice room and turn on the switch. I have to say something back, but what the hell do I say? I feel like a little kid, completely incompetent and socially inept. I should just tell you the simple truth. You won't think anything about it at all. I drop my bag down next a wall and manage a smile.

"I like you, too," I say, inwardly wincing at my tone. I kneel down next to my bag and open it, reaching in to take out CDs, and glance at you - or I meant to, but I just end up looking at you. You're smiling. It occurs to me I probably made you happy by telling you that.

"Okay," you say, kneeling down quickly and shaking my hand. Your hand is soft. "Let's do our best together!"

I nod, and we put in a few CDs, listening to tracks until we find one that we want work with. Sitting against the wall and just listening to music with you sitting next to me, I'm slowly getting a little more used to you. We like the same music. I'm actually smiling naturally as we stand up with our selected song and start experimenting. I can actually laugh with you.

I'm having fun. Time passes without me noticing it until I suddenly realize that it’s been dark outside for a while. I look at the clock above the door and I’m stunned. It’s been hours. I drink some water and catch my breath, surprised by how tired I am. I laugh and wipe my forehead with my towel. You express amazement at the time, too.

“We better leave soon,” I say. “It's getting late.” I sit down against the wall again and sling my towel around my neck. I’m positively dripping with sweat.

“That was fun,” you say, grinning at me. I smile back and agree. It's suddenly so easy for me to do that. I guess I'm just too exhausted to feel embarrassed anymore. I don't even blink as you sit down next to me.

"Where are you from?" I ask, feeling more adventurous.

"Mokpo," you answer, covering your head with your towel and grimacing slightly.

"That's pretty far."

“Mm.” You pause and look down at your hands. "I'm glad that..."

"Glad that...?"

"Nothing. I'm glad we're friends," you say, smiling hesitantly at me. 

"Me too." I smile and stand up. We are friends now, I realize. I have other friends here that I’ve known for a lot longer, including my best friend since childhood, but something tells me that you’re going to become one of my closest friends, even if I'd rather be your boyfriend. I'll hide that fact if it means we can become best friends. I like you that much. You follow me out as far as the showers, which is where we part ways.

"I'll see you tomorrow, right?"

"Yeah. I'll see you then."

Tomorrow I'll introduce you to my friends. Something tells me that you would really like some. I like you enough that I want you to have a lot of friends. Even when I'm back in my dorm room, even hours later, even days later, I'll still be thinking about you. No, I'll probably be thinking about you longer than that. But that far in the future is still just a blank white sheet of paper.

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The Chronicles of Jaechul, Part Sixteen

aidenrose — Tue, 08 Sep 2009 17:23:04 GMT

Title: The Chronicles of Jaechul
Authors: aidenrose and tvxqsocks
Part: Sixteen (Chapters 151-160)
Previous parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 8, Se7en, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15
Total length: 777 chapters de gozaimasu.
Rating: PG-13 (sex changes, pregnancy, minor violence, language, and general stupidity. Contains a lot of jokes meant to be read and appreciated by true fans of SM Town ~~and other fandoms~~.)
Disclaimer: This is in no way meant to be offensive. It is intended to be taken as humor.
Frequency of Updates: Every day that is a multiple of seven.
Genre: Crack fan fiction. A.K.A, ridiculous parody-like nonsense. Humor.
Pairing: Jaejoong x Heechul
Synopsis: In order to get revenge against Lee Soo Man pushing him down a flght of stairs, Heechul gets the sex change he's always craved. Later he meets Jaejoong and it's love at first sight. This fic is about their daughter, Jaechul. Sort of.

Just so you know, we love Canada. Really. New layout! WOOOOOOOOO!!! :'D (We're sorry this is a day late!!! ;_; )

And in case you didn't know, and might be interested, we've started a serious DeSung series (we just love it that much) called Forever. First chapter is here.

Chapter One-hundred-fifty-one:

"Ugh," Heechul moaned. "This baby."
"What's it doing to you?"
"It's stealing all my nutrients and making me feel like throwing up in our car."
"Please don't do that, baby."
"Which baby? Me or the baby?"
"Uh...Both."
"I will try. I don't want to ruin this beautiful dress."
"Gotta look good for the stalkers, am I right?!"
"You're right, Jaejae. You're right."
"Ameeeeeeerica, the beeeaaaauuuutiful," sang Jaejoong, tapping the steering wheel with his fingers. Heechul batted at the bubblegum scented car freshener like a cat.
"God," he sighed. "I miss Heebum."
Jaejoong stiffened in his seat.
"Oh...oh yeah?" he said nervously.
"I miss his chillaxness."
"I'm pretty chillax myself."
"Not really..."
"How am I not chillax?!"
"You're always upset about something or other, Jaejae," Heechul sighed. "Like the number of people going on this trip."
"Is it too much to ask to want to know what to expect?"
"No, but it's a bit much to pace the room at two in the morning biting your nails and wondering about whether it'll be a plane full of celebrities or not."
"I had other things than that on my mind!"
"Like how many hotel rooms we'd need and whether or not people are overstepping their boundaries inviting other people to come?"
"Well, it's a real concern!"
"It's gonna be okay, you know? It will be fine."
"That's what I said when I challenged Changmin to a duel of wit and insults."
"Pfft!"

Chapter One-hundred-fifty-two:

"Be safe," Eeteuk sniffed. "Don't point guns at each other."
"Angel, don't worry. We're smart boys."
Eeteuk pursed his lips, but refrained from saying anything.
"Bye, Mom," his children and husband said, filing out. Donghae, Eunhyuk, Shindong, and Kangin. Also known as DESK, "Deer and Elk Super Killers."
"Hyukjae," Donghae said sweetly, skipping down the stairs hand-in-hand with his beloved, "we're going on vacation!"
"To America!"
"America, the beautiful!" Kangin said, unlocking their thirteenth car. "From sea to shining sea!"
"For-...ah, I don't know the lyrics," Shindong said, claiming shotgun for himself. "OH CAAAAAAAAANAAADAAAAAA!"
"What's in Canada, Dad?" Eunhyuk asked, fastening his seatbelt. "What is it like?"
"I don't know, Son. I don't know."
"You sound suddenly so sombre!"
"Well, it's a sombre place, kids. I'd stay out of it while we're in America."
"Why?"
"Because...it's vast and endless and cold. And you could meet a moose."
"Mmm....moose burgers..."
"No, Shindong," Kangin said patiently. "Meese are like brick walls. Hit one and you die."
"'Meese'?"
Kangin blinked. "Isn't it 'meese'?"
"I thought it was 'mooses.'"
"'Mi'?"
"What?"
"Like, octopi."
"Isn't it 'octopuses'?"
"I don't know. It's a weird word. 'Meeses'?"
"It's gotta be 'mooses.'"
"What about just 'moose'? Like deer?"
"...I thought it was 'deers.'"

Chapter One-hundred-fifty-three:

"Wassup, hyung?!" G-Dragon said, clapping Se7en on his shoulder. "How ya do?"
"Sup boys," Se7en said, shouldering his seventh murse. "Time to go, yo!"
"Sah, hyung! Dis time yo' takin' yo' boyz widdya tah America. We gonna record some kinna fresh duet?"
"Not this time, Jiyong," Se7en said, getting into his seventh car of sevens. "You boys like meat?"
"Meat with persimmon sauce...mmmm..." Daesung smacked his lips. "Do they have persimmons in America?"
"Of course they do! You can buy anything in America!"
"Anything?"
"Anything, T.O.P."
"...Annnnything?"
"Well," Se7en said. "This is inclusive of the internet."
"Ha haaaaaa, doo dah, da net so flah!"
"You sound like JYP!"
"What? Who's dat?"
"A dude who says 'da' and 'dat'!"
"I gotta meet dis JYP!" G-Dragon gasped. "Hyung! Do you know 'im?"
"Yeah, I met him seven years ago, yo."
"Call 'im!"
"No! I'm driving!"
"So give da phone tah me, yo!"
"I'm not giving you my cellphone. You'll read my texts."
"I swear I won'!"
"I'll make sure he doesn't, hyung," T.O.P said, extending a hand for the cellphone.
"Fine. If you read my texts I'll slap you seven times."
"Since when were you so violent, hyung?!" Daesung cried, scanning Se7en's aura for evil spirits. Se7en tossed his cellphone back to G-Dragon and T.O.P.
"...You only have seven contacts?"
"Seven on the phone, seven in my laptop, seven in my notebook, seven on my DS, seven on a portable USB device, seven in an address book, and seven in my memory, yo."

Chapter One-hundred-fifty-four:

"I hate airports!" snuffled Jaejoong, making sure that his surgical mask was secure before adjusting Heechul's. "Damn flu flying about everywhere!"
Heechul shuddered. "I don't want to get swine flu!"
"Or bird flu!"
"Or SARS!"
"Is that still around?!"
"I don't know!" Jaejoong hugged Heechul close. "I'm scared!"
"Hold me!"
"I'm holding you!"
"O-okay...Where are the others?" Heechul moaned, hiding his face against Jaejoong's chest of situational manliness.
"They're not here yet. We arrived early."
"As if a plane would dare leave without me."
"What would you do if it did, Flowerykinsywinz?"
"I'd sue."
"I was actually thinking about lawsuits recently!"
"Oh? Why?"
"Well, you know, with a kid on the way, I took a serious look at my salary..."
"And?"
"...Nothing. Don't worry about it. Always keep the faith."
"¿Que?"
"Why are you speaking that moon language recently?"
"You mean, Spanish? The language of romantic bandits and several countries around the world?"
"Yeah."
"No one's told you yet?"
"Told me what?"
"...Uh, nothing. Don't worry about it."
"What? Why? What's going on?"
"Always keep the faith," Heechul sang.

Chapter One-hundred-fifty-five:

"Okay, ladies and gangsters! Let's go!" Yunho cheered, swaggering onto the plane with his copy of Twilight in hand. Jaejoong watched in horror as Se7en, G-Dragon, T.O.P, Daesung, Shindong, Donghae, Eunhyuk, Kangin, Changmin, Yoochun, Yunho, and Lee Hyori and Heechul walked onto the plane.
My Shisus, it's an entire fleet of singers.
He sighed and followed them on. It was going to be a long plane flight, he secretly knew that Heechul had secretly promised to sit next to Yunho and Lee Hyori, and who knew who he'd end up sitting next to?
Please not Eunhyuk and Donghae, please not Eunhyuk and Donghae.
Holy crap! Please, please, please, not Yoochun and Changmin, not Yoochun and Changmin.
He looked at his seat assignment with one eye, and looked at the markers along the aisle for where that seat was.
Fuck.
Eunhyuk, Donghae, Yoochun and Changmin were all sitting in the same row. To be specific, he was sitting in the aisle seat with one couple of either side of him. He skipped ahead to where Se7en was sitting with Big Bang and leaned forward desperately.
"Se7en!"
"Jaester! Good morning."
"You look fresh, yo!" G-Dragon said, throwing Jaejoong a thumbs-up. "I'm diggin' da mask, yo!"
"Se7en please, please, trade seats with me."
"No can do, Jaester.
"Why not?"
Se7en pointed up. "This is seat 7A."
"S'Se7en's seat, yo," T.O.P said, adjusting his spiked mask. "No other seat is so sweet!"
Daesung and G-Dragon cheered for his smooth rhyme.
"I should make that a...tweet!"
"Man, you're on fire," Daesung said, smacking him.
Jaejoong looked around the plane. Heechul was busy with his BFFs, Shindong and Kangin were having some sort of intimate discussion with Kangin miming shooting a gun, and there was clearly no other way to get out of this.
Resignedly, gingerly, he sat down, hugging his murse closely.
"Hey Jaejoong." Donghae smiled sweetly. "Sleep okay last night?"
"Why?" Jaejoong narrowed his eyes. Eunhyuk leaned forward and looked past Donghae at him.
"Why is that a weird question, more like," he commented.
Jaejoong pursed his lips at their happy, peaceful, completely-satisfied-with-each-other-and-the-world faces.
"I had terrible nightmares."

Chapter One-hundred-fifty-six:

"You are my promiscuous babe!"
Changmin smirked. "Your English sucks, honey."
"Whaaaaaat? I'm the English pasta!"
He snorted with laughter. "You're the edible English?"
"You don't know English, okay? I know English!"
"Sure you do," Changmin said, pulling a sleeping mask down over his eyes.
"I hope you have sweet visions."
"Dreams, you mean."
"Whatever!" Yoochun snapped, pulling his hat down. "Visions are hot dreams."
"Mm...not so much."
"What's a vision, then?"
Jaejoong covered his face with a pillow and started to count chihuahuas to concentrate on something else besides their bickering. Unfortunately, he was hearing an entirely different conversation in the other ear that he couldn't ignore because they were even closer to him than MinChun.
"Are you tired yet?" Donghae was saying softly, putting his arm around Eunhyuk's shoulder. "You can use me as a pillow."
"Mmmm...the best pillow."
"Hey, did you know that in some places in America, two men can get married? And regardless of what Dad said, we could totally go and get married in Canada?"
Jaejoong watched out of the corner of his eye, drawn in by a reluctant curiosity, as Eunhyuk looked up and kissed Donghae.
"Yeah," he replied quietly. "We should get married."
"Oh! Did you just propose?"
Eunhyuk kissed him again. "I proposed to you a long time ago."
"Oh?"
Eunhyuk linked his fingers with Donghae's. "I proposed to you everyday. Because everyday in my heart, I love you and think of you as my husband."
Donghae wiped his eyes and hugged him. "I love you. We don't need a certificate to show it; as far as I'm concerned, we're already married."
"Yeah," Eunhyuk said softly. "Let's get one anyway, yeah? Our souvenir from America."
"Okay."
Jaejoong looked away, suddenly feeling much quieter and more thoughtful than before.
That was sweet, he thought, surprisingly himself.

Chapter One-hundred-fifty-seven:

"It is not needy interprayer, okay?"
"Korean interpreter to lane 5, please," the customs agent said into the speaker.
"What? Why do you do that? I'm from Virgin, okay?"
Yoochun looked around at his friends. Se7en was up at lane seven, talking amicably with his customs agent. What the hell, he thought. When did that numeral learn English?
"Look, I can escape!"
The customs' agent looked up. "What?"
"Honey, stooooop," Changmin moaned from behind him.
"It's okay! I can escape! You know? Tell more."
"Okay." She looked down and waited for the interpreter.
A lane above them, Heechul handed his passport to the agent and smiled prettily.
"Hey, sweetie. This your first time to America?"
"Oh yes," he said in soft English.
"You be careful, okay?"
"Careful." He smiled and batted his eyelashes.
"Go riiiight on through," the agent smiled dreamily at him for a second and then let him by.
"Oh my god, Yoochun!" a new voice said from in front of him. A young Korean woman was standing there, gaping in delight at him. "And...and...CHANGMIN! HOLY HORNETS! I'M A CASSIOPEIAN!"
"Wow!" Changmin said.
"You are American?!"
"Korean-American!"
"Wow!"
"Okay, okay, so, I'm your interpreter. Here's the dealio. You give me your autographs, and I will let you through. Otherwise, I will boycott your asses until something I like happens."
"Uh...okay."
"Do you have a pen?"
"I have seven pens," Se7en called from the escalator on the other side of the booths. How the hell did he hear that?

Chapter One-hundred-fifty-eight:

"Can you feel it?" Yunho said, inhaling deeply. "I feel his presence near!"
"I want to go to sleep," Kangin complained. "I've been up for hours."
"Press on, my sweets! We've got to get rental cars! And then, and only then, may we lay our heads down to dream of his gorgeousness and scent before we reach his elegant home!"
"Oh smell," Heechul said, sniffing.
"Tally-ho!"
They marched towards a car rental company's van and squished inside of it. When they arrived at the car rental itself, Yoochun made another pronouncement.
"In America, you tip people for their services, guys."
"You tip them? You file them to a point?"
"Whaaa? No, no. You give them money when they do you a courtesy. We need to tip the driver."
"But it's his job."
"Yeah, but they need it. And this is how it's done here."
"Why? Doesn't he get paid enough?"
"No."
"That's terrible!"
"Quick! Get out your wallets. We'll tip him!"
"Okay, okay, okay!"
"How much?"
"Give him five dollars a person!"
"How much money is that?"
A pause as everyone counted how many people were in the van.
"Seventy dollars! Ah, ¡fantástico!" Se7en shook his fist in the air in glee seven times.
"Okay! Who wants to give it to him?"
"Let's each give our own bill to him!"
"'BIll'?"
"Like a duck?"

Chapter One-hundred-fifty-nine:

"We needy cars," Yoochun said, leaning across the counter.
"What type of car do you need?"
"Uh...large."
"SUV?"
"Yes."
"How many?"
"Uh..." he looked at Changmin. "How many do we need?"
"Four people to a car?"
"...We need four cars."
"Four SUVs?"
"Yes."
"Do you want to buy insurance for them?"
"Buy insurance?"
"Yes. For only one hundred fifty dollars per car."
"What is insurance?"
"It's so that if you get into a collision and damage the vehicle, you're covered by insurance and they'll pay for the damages."
"Oh. No, no, we have money."
"Well...yes, but even so..."
"We are not in Collateral!"
"What?"
"You know, movie. Tom Cruise."
"Cruise, right...Well, would you like to...?"
"No, we are not going on cruise, okay? We're going rolling."
"What?"
"The wheels of the car? They roll."
"Four SUVs, no insurance, got it."
"Hold up!" Se7en said, parting the waves between Changmin and Yoochun. "We need four hybrids! Fuel economy!"
"Oh my god, you speak English," the rental salesperson said with relief.
"I speak English? Hello?" Yoochun said, waving his hands in the air at Se7en.
"Give us four of your most fuel efficient cars. We gotta be green, yo! Like the seven on my hat!"
"Nice hat, dude."

Chapter One-hundred-sixty:

"Chula," Jaejoong moaned, crawling into their hotel bed. "I'm so tired."
"Makes you think twice about wanting to be a star in America, doesn't it?"
"Yes. I don't wanna fly back and forth all the time!"
"There, there. Just lay your head down and sleep."
"Aren't you sleeping too?"
"Not yet. I'm going to see Yunho and Princess Hyori. We need to plan for tomorrow...and paint nails...and curl hair..."
"You promise you won't go to a guy's room?"
"Does Yunho not count?"
"No one besides Yunho's room!"
"What about my family? They're all men too."
"...No one besides them."
"Se7en?"
"Se7en is okay, but," Jaejoong sat straight up and clasped Heechul's hands. "Don't go visit Big Bang."
"Why not?"
"Think about the name!" Jaejoong hissed quietly. "Bang!"
"Oh for pity's sake, Jaejoong. Relax. I don't even want to go visit them."
"Okay, then...have fun...and...Chula?"
"Mm?"
"Your brothers...I think...I think they're okay..."
Heechul smiled. "Thanks, Jaejae."
Jaejoong nodded and Heechul kissed his cheek and left across the hallway to Yunho and Lee Hyori's room. He knocked, and Lee Hyori let him in.
"What's up, girls?"
Yunho blew into a Kleenex.
"Glitterpetal, what's wrong?" Heechul asked, crawling onto the bed next to him and hugging him.
"I'm afraid he'll reject me," Yunho sniffed.
"Noooo! Nooooooooo! Who could ever reject you? Don't think like that."
"You really think I'm attractive?"
"Yes!"
"I'm not too fat or...or...I don't know...I want him to like me."
"Glitterpetal...you are beautiful. C'mon, girls, let's sing Moby's song, okay? One, two, three..."
"Look at us we're beautiful! Look at us we're beautiful!" they sang until Yunho stopped crying.
"Now I want to see The Devil Wears Prada again!"
"Oh, god, that movie was so good!"
"I love Prada!"

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Forever: Chapter One

aidenrose — Sun, 06 Sep 2009 05:08:09 GMT

Title: Forever
Authors: aidenrose and tvxqsocks
Part: Chapter One: Wish Carefully
Genre: Angst, Romance
Pairing: The Devil/Yesung
Rating: PG-13 (character death, sensuality, blasphemy)
Word Count: 1,030
Synopsis: Through unexpected tragedy, Yesung lets the Devil into his life. Once into his life, the Devil plays with Yesung's emotions and firmest beliefs in order to wrangle one thing from him - his soul. But could the unthinkable possibility of love stop them from bartering for it?
Next Update: Sunday, September 20th.

The idea for this fic came from our crack fic The Chronicles of Jaechul. However, this is a completely serious fic - it is not crack. Through joking about this pairing there, we both genuinely came to love it, so we decided to try to write a serious fic for it. We hope that you will not be offended by this. Odd as it may be, we think that this is a really beautiful pairing. ~~We're trying our best to not make this cheesy...belieeeeeeve in us!~~

To our beloved DeSung fans from TCOJ...PLEASE ENJOY!!! ♥

Wish Carefully

Yesung trailed off on the final note and their performance ended; the audience cheered deafeningly for them, shouting KRY and their names, screaming, clapping. Yesung closed his eyes, absorbing that energy, the fanatical love coming from the stands. He bowed when he needed to, and left when he had to. Kyuhyun was the last name he heard called at them before he disappeared into the relative quiet of backstage.

He looked back at the exit from the stage. Kyuhyun was lingering there, waving one too many times at the fans. They loved him, and he knew it.

"Kyuhyun," he said, grabbing his attention. Kyuhyun looked at him and smiled triumphantly, walking down the stairs and falling into line with them. Yesung grabbed a bottle of water off of a table and his bag and walked into a dressing room. He shut the door and leaned against it, looking across the room at his reflection.

They were screaming for you. They were cheering for you. It's not just for him. He stripped his clothes off and threw them across a chair. He dressed into normal, comfortable clothes and hung his stage clothes up, thinking the entire time about the night's performance. They loved it. They loved you.

Kyuhyun...Ryeowook. He took the clothing outside and handed it to a staff member. The time spent there as everyone got their things together so that they could leave went by like a movie in fast forward. Before he knew it, they were filing out of the building and towards the vans that would carry them back to the dorms. Yesung.

Yesung sat down in one of the vans and put his head phones on, staring moodily at the van in front of him as Kyuhyun got into it. Kyuhyun who absorbed all the attention, who thought so highly of himself, who flaunted his popularity. It made him burn with jealousy and anger, sometimes. He knew that they would broadcast Kyuhyun much more than him from tonight's performance. Because who wouldn't love Prince Kyuhyun, with his charming young manner and smooth vocals? I wish he'd just die.

He looked away and turned up the volume on his iPod. The van rolled into motion and he settled down into his seat, staring out of the window and listening to music louder than he probably should be. The members around him started talking about the performance; how great it was, how alive they felt. No one bothered him, no one asked him what he thought or went out of their way - even in the slightest bit - to try to include him. They just don't care.

There wasn't any point to him speaking up and trying to join in on the laughter and conversation. He would go unheard, and eventually come out even more hurt when no one noticed he was speaking. So he wouldn't expose himself like that; he would just sit quietly and wait to reach home. Back to the quiet of his room and sleep, to prepare for another day of anonymity inside a famous group. It's because of people like him...that I get passed over.

He didn't have a trait that made him stand out like the others did. He was subtle, but they needed him. He just wished that they took care of him a little more. He didn't feel like a part of the team like this, but there wasn't anything he could do. They had to change. The most that he could do was to do the best that he could for E.L.F.

He turned up the volume on his iPod even further as the van sped up towards the highway. He watched the van they were following curve up the onramp, the van containing Kyuhyun. Always first to go, he thought bitterly, looking down at his iPod and discontentedly changing the song. What he listened to didn't matter. He didn't want to hear anything in particular, he just wanted to hear the others' laughter less.

He didn't know what it was - some movement that caught at his peripheral vision, but he looked up again, just in time to see something he couldn't believe he was seeing at first. The van ahead of them was merging towards another car. They were going to hit each other. His heart stopped, and their driver braked hard and swerved to the side. They hit. Above the noise of his headphones and the car, he heard it - the thud of metal hitting metal and the screech of tires.

Yesung watched in transfixed horror as the van's front crunched against the guardrail and the two vehicles came to a halt. Traffic itself had stopped, with the cars nearest to them moving slowly away to give them a wide berth. Without him noticing, their driver had pulled over and had begun to call emergency services. Next to him, Eeteuk flung open the door and ran towards them. The other members followed him out as Yesung sat in a daze. What just happened?

His eyes wandered over the accident, the wreckage. The car they'd collided with, the van containing his friends, the lights, the broken glass and bits of metal and plastic strewn across the highway. His heart started to pound and his eyes fell on the van again. The car had hit its side and caused the door of the van to implode.

No.

He released his seatbelt and tore his headphones off. He reached the other van just in time to hear a heart-stopping scream from Ryeowook. Yesung's pace slowed and he moved past members who were trying to help people in the van or crying in shock on the side to look into the van.

Ryeowook was hunched over someone beside the door that had been knocked in, sobbing and saying a name that sent shivers of horror and disbelief up Yesung's spine. Kyuhyun. His visual world collapsed as if forced through a tunnel. All he could see was Ryeowook, crying over Kyuhyun's body, and it made him feel sicker than anything he could have imagined but sixty seconds ago.

He's dead. He must be dead.

Oh, God, no.

No.

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