√Perpetual Disappointment

The Universe and All of Its Infinite Possibilities

2012-03-25T01:38:54Z

Title: The Universe and All of Its Infinite Possibilities
Author: subreadja
Rating: PG
Pairing: Minho/Onew
Summary: A little light pillow talk.

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"Do you ever think about how weird it would be if...there were really other universes? Like alternate universes. Where things happen differently. Where...we're the same people but we've made different choices."

Minho is quiet, and Jinki thinks maybe he waited too long to voice his thoughts, and he's fallen asleep. But a second later, Minho's turning over in his bed and facing Jinki from across the small dorm room. "If you think about it...it would be impossible. I mean...disregarding the theory of a single alternate universe, if everyone was themselves, that means somewhere along the line the same people made the same choices to come into existence. Like your parents still met and fell in love and had you. But if you don't make the same choices, who's to say that your parents did, or their parents, or their parents, so on and so forth, leading to the impossibility of your existence being the same as this one, which means that everything is simply too random and complicated to even bother questioning, and that you should probably go to sleep."

There's a pause before Jinki sucks his teeth quietly, though in the complete silence of the moment, it's as loud as a gunshot. "You suck at this existential midnight conversation crap," He mumbles, and pulls the covers more tightly around him, and Minho's soft, low laugh is heard throughout the room.

"Mianhae, hyung. I'll try again. What were you asking? What if we'd never met?" Minho looks to Jinki, eyes having adjusted to the darkness and able to make out the dark pile a little bit away from him, before pale skin peeks up from beneath the covers, topped with a lightish colored mop of hair. "Is that the question you were getting to?"

Another pause and Jinki clears his throat before murmuring softly. "Yeah. I guess."

Minho considers this. To be honest, he doesn't think alternate universe Minho would care if he didn't know Jinki existed. But he thinks of things the way he knows Jinki's thinking about them. What if they hadn't met? What if they'd missed out on each other? What if, more likely, they...as themselves, Minho and Jinki, or Jinki and Minho or Jinki with Minho, or any of that, went away? What if? "I don't want to live in a universe where I don't know you, Lee Jinki. I quite like this one where you're the best, sweetest, dorkiest guy I know. I'm happy with this."

He can hear the sound of a soft exhalation, but can't tell if it's a sigh of relief or the sigh of disappointment. His answer comes when Jinki starts shifting, and suddenly he's lifting himself out of bed and coming over to Minho, climbing into the taller one's bed and settling in easily, like he belonged there.

Maybe he did.

Minho smiles, suddenly humbled and grateful that the universe, in all of its infinite possibilities, places them here, together, in this moment. His arms come around Jinki's middle, soft worn fabric of the t-shirt he always sleeps in feeling lovely and familiar as he pulls him closer and buries his face in the older boy's hair. "I guess we're pretty lucky, aren't we?" He whispers quietly, and a sleepy noise of approval comes from Jinki that makes Minho smile even wider, because of course, after all that, Jinki's falling asleep in his arms.

He nuzzles Jinki's warm cheek before pressing a soft kiss to it. "Good night, hyung." He mumbles against his skin, and there's only a faint noise from Jinki before his quiet, even breathing tells Minho he's asleep. He listens to it, letting it set the pattern for his own breathing and feeling, suddenly, and quite existentially in tune with the universe.

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Even though OnHo is my main otp (sorry JongYu) I realize this is only the second thing I've actually officially written for them, and this ficlet, like the last, doesn't actually say whether they're together or not.

o(╥﹏╥)o

Da fuq is wrong with me? Why can't I write them happily together? Like they are in my heartsoul? Then I realized that I never write anyone together. And that my fics always start with dialogue.

And now I'm spiraling.

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Four Sisters

2012-03-20T09:48:45Z

Title: Four Sisters: The Completely True Story About The Awesome Lives of These Totally Interesting and Hot Girls Who Are Also Sisters
Author: subreadja
Rating: PG-13 (for brief yet graphic and possibly triggering mentions of dolphin murder)
Pairing: Uee/Uee's Reflection, Sulli/Insignificance, Sohee/Clothes, Yoona/Taters
Summary: So there are like 4 sisters, okay...

Chapter One: Chunky Oatmeal

Uee brushed her hair long, pretty hair slowly, making sure to get every tangle out with every brush stroke. It was so long. And it was so pretty. She brushed it some more and sighed at how long and pretty it was. Ooh! And shiny. It was so shiny too.

"Unnir," Sulli, the youngest sister, said, while brushing her own hair in front of her own vanity. Her hair wasn't as long, but it was equal in prettiness and shiny. But it was brown. Ugh.

"Hmm?" Uee responded quietly, putting down the brush and smiling at her reflection. She turned her head this way and that, watching as it fell to each side smoothly. "Oh. How pretty." She whispered to reflection, and ran her hands through it just to make sure.

"Unniiiiiir," Someone whined, and it was the third sister, Sohee, this time. Sohee was standing in the doorway, her hair and makeup already done, her school clothes crisp and clean on her tiny frame.

Uee rolled her eyes and pretended not to hear her. No one really liked Sohee.

"Yah! UGLY!"

Uee turned dramatically, her long hair following her and falling to her shoulders beautifully. It added a nice effect. Sulli pouted in jealousy.

"Me?!" Uee hissed at Yoona. The second sister had pushed past Sohee, who was now lying on the floor face down, crying because of the wrinkles that were now in her school uniform. Yoona didn't pay attention to her. No one did. Yoona had a face like smiley potatoes. Well, they all did. But especially Yoona. Uee's stomach growled after looking at her sister's potato face. Yoona smiled fakely.

"Unnir," She said, as sweetly as sweet potatoes, if sweet potatoes could talk and convey emotions. "We are all curious."

Uee smiled and turned back to her reflection. Her three younger sisters stared back at her through it, and she shrugged, grabbing a stick of lip balm and applying it smoothly. She regarded each of them kindly before her eyes fell to Sohee, her mouth opening slightly, confused. "Is that a new school uniform?" She asked curiously, her perfectly groomed eyebrows knitting together.

The other two sisters turned to look at Sohee as well, as if taking in her appearance for the first time all over again. Sure enough, their sister was wearing a completely different uniform than she had been two minutes ago. Her hair and makeup were different too. They turned their heads to the side before remembering that it was just Sohee, so it didn't matter. Uee shrugged.

"Stop trying to change the subject unnie!" Sohee yelled, and reached for Uee's hairbrush before the eldest sister could pick it up again. Sulli and Yoontater's gasped. Uee's big eyes turned to slits, and her mouth set into a thin, tight line. It didn't bother Sohee. "How did it go?!"

Uee stood quickly, turning to them and stomping one of her feet firmly on the plush pink carpet. "It went fine! Give me my haaaaaaiiiiirbruuuuush!" She whined, holding out her hand for it.

Sohee pulled it farther from her grasp and made a movement like she was going to brush her own hair with it. Sulli gasped and turned away, unable to watch. Yoonietatoes smirked, arms folded across her chest. Uee's eyes started to roll to the back of her head, her knees getting weak. Sulli turned back to Sohee, her face contorted in pain. "DON'T SOHEE! IT'S HER SOURCE OF POWER!" Yoonertatoes rolled her eyes and reached over to Sohee, who was small and insignificant, grabbing the brush from her and handing it back to Uee.

Uee was sat back in front of the mirror cooing at her reflection in seconds, her brush working furiously through her hair once again. Sohee pouted, her third hairstyle of the day reflecting her sadness at Yoonatater's betrayal. After a moment of meditative hair maintenance, Uee sighed and set her hair brush down again. She spoke only to her reflection, but the other sisters were there too so it counted as talking to them.

"The mission went as well as planned. Kim Jongle will never live to kill another dolphin again." Uee said with a smile. Her sisters nodded, and the smile dropped from her face. "Cause I murdered him." She clarified. The sisters nodded again. Uee opened one of the drawers in her vanity, extracting two folders. She handed one to Yoona. "This is the dossier of Lee Soo Man." Yoona and Sulli gave one identical nod, understanding their tasks. Uee held the other folder out to Sohee, who was distracted with smoothing out her skirt. "Yah!" She said, and Sohee looked up, confused. "And this," Uee continued, "Is the file on your target, Park Jin Young." Sohee made a face and took it, Uee glaring at her.

Sulli pouted at the amount of attention Sohee was getting from Unnir.

Uee, with a flick of her hands, waved them all away.

"Oh. Okay. Bye." They said.

And then Uee ate some oatmeal.

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I wrote this in November of 2010 and just rediscovered it. Enjoy.

The Best

2012-02-29T02:04:35Z

Title: The Best
Author: subreadja
Rating: PG
Pairing: Eunhyuk/Jessica
Summary: And I was like 'BAYBEH! BAYBEH! BAYBEH~ OHHHHH!'

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"You're sure you're not his boyfriend?"

Hyukjae's jaw sets firmly and Jessica is thrown into a fit of giggles, barely covering the sound of her beating her new ballet slippers against the cement in an attempt to break them in. Her lucky pair were finally ready to be retired, taped and retaped beyond recognition, and were now settled neatly on a hook above her bed.

"You know you're like the 100th person who's asked me that?" He says through clenched teeth, darkened patches of fabric clinging to his chest from sweating as he breathes in the cool evening air.

Jessica smirks knowingly. "I'm just saying...You two would be cute together. I mean once he called while you were warming up and I peeked at the screen. 'Boo Bear'? Seriously? Here. Jump on these." She commands, easily shifting into another line of thought as she sets the pointe shoes down in front of where he was standing.

Hyukjae awards her with a feigned look of annoyance before obliging with a quiet, "Sure. I definitely won't roll my ankle this way," as he begins jumping up and down on top of them. "And anyway, Henry did that cause he thought it was funny. I changed it back to normal."

"Oh?" Jess grins, reaching over into the front pocket of his duffle bag, slipping his phone out and unlocking it easily before punching in the first few digits of Donghae's number, letting out a cackle when she sees what "normal" is. "So 'Hetero Life Mate' is better...I see. I see." She carefully sets his phone back into his bag as Hyukjae mutters an accusatory, "Donghae..."

"I don't think it's Donghae's fault. Your phone is like super easy to break into. The password is 'password'... I mean come on. How hard is it to remember one password man?" She asks, and sets her hand on his shoulder gently to get him to stop jumping. "This is taking too long. I'm just going to slam them in a door."

He steps away from her shoes so she can pick them up, testing their softness with a pinch of the box tip. "You can always use a bit of rubbing alcohol and water," He offers, before picking up his bag again and holding the door back into dance studio open for her, Jess huffing with impatience and heading in. He waits a moment, following her to the storage closet where she sits down in front of it, opening it just a bit to fit the boxes of her shoes slightly inside, preparing to press the door against them. "This will ruin them faster you know. Just do the-" He's cut off by the slam of the door, wincing slightly. "And anyway, why'd you ask?" He decides to help her out, leaning against the door to put more weight on it.

"Oh!" Her demeanor shifting into something a bit happier immediately. "Cause I wanted to ask you to be my date to an event. If you're not too busy. And if your boyfriend allows." She pulls the pointe shoes out of the doorway unexpectly, and Hyuk's full weight slams the door into place, shoulder first, with a hiss.

"Ow! A little warning next ti-HE'S NOT MY BOYFRIEND!" And glares when Jess simply grins in reponse, testing the softness with her grip before moving to put them on, seeing if they're a better fit. "And what about you? What about your dance partner? You know...what's-his-face?"

"Jinjja... You know his name. And Taemin...while adorable and lovely," She hesitates just a bit as she stands up after securing the shoes, hand automatically reaching for his shoulder to steady herself. "He's a bit young for me." She punctuates this with a perfect pointe, lifting one leg behind her and leaning forward, getting a feel for the shoe.

"Ouch. Someone just got friend zoned."

Jess smiles softly, shifting her weight to do the same with the other shoe, testing the softness with a few lifts here and there, moving her ankles carefully as only years of training could teach someone. "Also...I called your phone right after the 'Boo Bear' thing. My name came up as 'The Best' and I died a little inside. What does that even mean. But only tell me if it's something really good so my hopes aren't crushed. In fact, make up something really good right now."

His cheeks go red and he stumbles back a bit, almost making her go unsteady but catching her just as she starts to fall, slipping as he does and feeling her much smaller frame land directly on top of him on the studio floor. He gasps, only slightly winded but looking down to check and make sure she's okay first. "W-What? Are you okay? I'm sorry. I-" Jess cuts him off for the millionth time tonight, pressing a soft, quick kiss to the corner of his mouth and slipping away from him, leaving him there to take off the broken in slippers and replacing them with what she called her civilian shoes.

"So anyway, our date is at 7 on Saturday night. Wear something nice and be there on time but expect me to run a little late because I'm a girl and get distracted by silly things like hair and makeup and wearing the right thing."

He can only sit there, dumbfounded, and nodding stupidly at Jessica's smirk. She really was the best.

When she's at the door, having packed up, and all ready to leave, he's still on the floor. He does manage, however, to call out weakly, "Hair down. I never see you with your hair down. Do that...for our date."

Jessica pauses for a moment, as if thinking about it and for a moment Hyukjae wonders if she even heard him. Then she giggles and nods. "Ne! Okay. I'll wear my hair down just this once. See you tomorrow in class." And with that, she's gone.

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A few weeks later, while Jess is taking a break and Hyukjae is carefully guiding one of their students' legs into the right position, she takes a peek at his phone. The password is different now, but J3551C4 is a smart enough cookie to figure that out too. She scrolls down to her number, smiling when she sees 'The Best Girlfriend' before going to a different menu.

When they're on their next date and Justin Bieber's Baby starts playing at top volume from his phone, spaghetti almost comes out of her nose.

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Bunny. I had to google the lyrics to this song. And I almost listened to it in its entirety.

u___u;;

The things I do for you...

G-Dragon Gives Kim Kibum a Pineapple

2011-12-31T04:50:37Z

Title: G-Dragon Gives Kim Kibum a Pineapple
Author: subreadja
Rating: G
Pairing: G-Dragon/Kim Kibum (Super Junior)
Summary: ...Seriously. G-Dragon gives Kim Kibum a pineapple.

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"It's stopped raining."

Kibum let his umbrella fall back and looked up into the sky. Sure enough, the rain that had been pelting them for days on end had let up. He wondered to himself why he hadn't heard it. Perhaps he'd just gotten so used to it. The sound of it hitting his umbrella didn't even register anymore.

"Hey."

He was brought back to reality by Jiyong's voice. He turned to his friend, and blinked a few times. "I have something to give to you." Kibum watched silently as he reached down into his backpack and pulled out a pineapple, zipping his bag back up and handing it to him.

Kibum looked down at the piece of fruit in his hands, then back at Jiyong, confused. "W-what?" He said, voicing his thoughts. Jiyong laughed, his eyes crinkling.

"My moms gave it to me this morning. I don't know why," He shrugged, then smiled. "You looked like you could use it though."

Kibum was still confused, looking at his friend like he was insane. "For what?"

Jiyong threw his arms in the air and waved them around. "Anything you'd like."

Kibum stared at him, unblinking, then looked back down."Why am I holding a fucking pineapple right now?" He wondered aloud.

He heard the smaller boy next to him laugh and the felt the bench creak as Jiyong stood up, grabbing his backpack and throwing it over his shoulder. "Because you haven't put it down yet." He said, tapping his temple with a smirk as he walked past Kibum.

Kibum watched him go, hearing the beginning of a whistled tune he wasn't familiar with.

"Wait...What?!"

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Written ages ago for a 15 Minute Prompt Challenge I did with marusamarento

So...

Yeah.

A Mess

2011-10-10T20:47:56Z

Title: A Mess
Author: subreadja
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Jonghyun/Onew
Summary: Jinki's a bit of a mess lately.

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"Can you...for the love of God...PLEASE. PICK UP. YOUR SHIT."

Jonghyun looks up lazily from the magazine he's reading on the bed, blinking slowly at Kibum. "You know that's Jinki hyung's, right?"

Kibum blinks, taken off guard and drops the shirt he's holding, suddenly scandalized. "Wh-What? When...did he become...so messy?" Key looks around their dorm room, this sudden information making him see everything in a new light. Clothes strewn about on the floor, papers littering every free bit of desk space, some balled up and just a few inches shy of the trash can, and worst, plates of half-eaten food in some places, glaring at Kibum with a big, red, blinking sign above it reading "JINKI'S SHIT". With a huff, Kibum shakes his head, turning to Jonghyun. "What the fuck? When did he become like this?"

With a dutiful sigh, Jonghyun sits up. "He's really busy lately. When he comes home, he's really tired. He just...takes off his clothes and drops them where they are, then if he has to prepare for his musical or emceeing...And sometimes he falls asleep eating." Jonghyun murmurs, looking down.

Kibum shakes his head, taken aback and sets the basket down. "I...I don't care. This is just disgusting. He's doing his own laundry from now on." With that, Kibum leaves the room in a huff, heading toward Minho's, knowing he'll find more favorable conditions in his favorite dongsaeng's room.

Jonghyun just watches him go, turning to look around the room, swallowing before getting up and starting to pick up after their leader. By the time he's done cleaning, the plates are in the dishwasher, the molding food on them in the garbage. The papers on his desk are in a neat stack and Jinki's dirty laundry is in a cold cycle in the wash, the melodic hum sounding throughout the dorm.

Later that night, when Jinki comes in, he finds a pair of pajama bottoms folded neatly on his bed. Next to it, there's a passive aggressive note from Kibum about personal responsibility and cleanliness and Jinki balls it up, throwing it toward the garbage can and missing.

Jonghyun laughs softly, watching Jinki pass out face first on his bed, murmuring quietly to the space between them, "Night hyung..."

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Written a while ago in under 15 minutes for Sabrina after a prompt; Jongyu, dirty laundry.

Get Well Soon

2011-10-10T20:36:23Z

Title: Get Well Soon
Author: subreadja
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Jonghyun/Minho
Summary: Jjong picks something up for Minho.

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"What's this?" Minho asks, staring at the pink box in his hands, opening it to reveal a white cake, covered with sprinkles and Get Well Soon written on it in curly blue script.

Jjong shrugged, hopping up on the counter in their small apartment, a wooden toothpick sticking out from the corner of his mouth. "Someone got the wrong order at the shop. It was half-price."

Minho stared at the cake, then back at Jjong, then back to the cake before shrugging and shaking his head. "...Okay. I guess..."

Jjong smirked. "I thought it was fitting, kismet even, considering last night..."

Jjong didn't get to finish, the entire cake landing in his lap, punctuated by an eyeroll and a shouted "OH FUCK OFF!" from Minho, as Jjong, slipped off of the counter, dissolving into obnoxious laughter.

Minho shook his head, going to the door and reaching for his coat, muttering something about Jjong being an asshole.

"IT HAPPENS TO EVERYONE MINHO! WE CAN'T ALL PERFORM AT A MOMENT'S-" The slam of the front door ended the conversation.

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Written a while ago in under 15 minutes for Sabrina after a prompt; Jonghyun, Minho, Get Well Soon cake. This happened.

Scrapbooking

2011-10-10T20:26:25Z

Title: Scrapbooking
Author: subreadja
Rating: PG
Pairing: Minho/Key
Summary: Minho questions one of Key's hobbies.

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"Why do you do that?" Minho asked quietly, voice slightly muffled from the way his chin sat atop his hands. He was sitting backward in his chair, something Key absolutely hated, but was getting away with it since Key was completely distracted.

"Do what?" The older boy asked, eyes concentrated on the outline of the model's figure, cutting carefully around her. His tongue stuck out in the corner of his mouth, making Minho blush a little at how cute the involuntarily habit was. Instead of making it obvious, he turned to cough once against his own shoulder before nodding at the magazines in a pile on the table, next to the open scrapbook.

"You cut out wedding stuff for girls all the time. And...you spend a lot of time on it, creating dream weddings but you're um...you're not a girl. This...None of this applies to you."

Key's fingers faltered a moment before continuing to cut. "I know. I just...like pretty things. And it seems a waste to not...document my ideas." He let out a soft laugh. "I know...I know I can never get married in a long billowy gown with gloves and pearls and lace...and all that. I know it will never happen..." Key got quiet for a moment, sighing softly. "I won't even be able to have a wedding...probably."

Minho swallowed, feeling a lump in his throat as he looked at his best friend. In a second, he was standing up and turning his chair around, leaving the room for a moment only to come back with another pair of scissors. "Tell me how I can help."

Key looked up, smiling warmly and reaching over to place a magazine, thick from dog eared pages, directly in front of Minho. "Anything that's starred, cut out, BUT CAREFULLY, okay?" Minho nodded quickly with a smile, and started sifting through the pages, then cutting them out--CAREFULLY--and setting the cut outs next to Key whenever he finished one.

After a while of working together in silence, he cleared his throat. "I think...I think you could have a fairytale wedding hyung." Key smiled gently at his efforts, not looking up from the page he was cutting as Minho continued. "I think there's someone out there willing to give you the world and more, no matter what it takes or who says it's not allowed."

Key let out a soft tinkling laugh. "Like who?" His answer came a second later when Minho dropped his scissors and his face burned bright red. Key blushed too, looking down at his hands.

"Canada," Minho whispered, looking up at him finally, "Is really beautiful this time of year, I hear."

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I wrote this a while ago but am just now refinding it along with others. Again, written 15 minutes for Sabrina after a prompt; Key, Minho, Wedding Magazines. Do with it what you will.

Daydreaming

2011-10-10T20:17:58Z

Title: Daydreaming
Author: subreadja
Rating: PG
Pairing: Onew/Minho
Summary: Minho catches Jinki daydreaming.

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"Hyung?"

Jinki turned his head, slightly startled by the younger boy, blinking quickly as if just coming to the realization of not only his own existence, but the existence of others as well. "Y-Yeah?" He asked quietly, unsure of his own voice.

"You spaced out again." Minho murmured, wrapping his arms around the smaller boy's waist, hugging him from behind as he let his chin rest atop Jinki's shoulder. With a sigh, Jinki leaned back into the unexpected but welcome embrace. "You've been doing that a lot lately," Minho continued. "Is everything alright?"

"Oh...I...I hadn't noticed." Jinki said quietly, looking down at Minho's hands, fingers interlaced across his stomach as if Minho were his own personal safety belt. Minho probably was, to be honest. He protected him from everything in the world. He held him together. He kept him safe.

"Talk to me hyung. What are you thinking?" Minho tried again, voice a bit closer as he nuzzled Jinki's neck.

Jinki swallowed, face heating up at the random intimacy of this moment; being held so comfortably as the younger's warm, sweet smelling breath carressing his skin. "I'm just daydreaming Hoho."

It was a strange sensation, feeling and hearing a smile before you saw it, but Jinki could hear the smile in Minho's voice, and feel it, just barely, against his skin when the younger asked, almost playfully, "About what hyung?"

"You. Me. Love. Kissing. Feeling warm and happy and safe with you always. Wanting you to hold me through everything. Watching your face light up in a bright smile before you can even help it. Your laughter. Your teeth. Your lips. God. Your lips, and everything I'd let them do to me. You."

Jinki laughed softly to himself, shaking his head. He could never say that out loud. Not even to himself, let alone to Minho. He turned a bit, looking over at Minho and giving him a warm smile that reached his eyes. "Just daydreaming."

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I wrote this in 15 minutes for Sabrina after a prompt; Onew, Minho, Daydreaming. So...yeh. That's why it's so bare.

Puta

2011-10-06T04:18:52Z

Title: Puta
Author: subreadja
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Onew/Jonghyun
Summary: The awkward morning after.

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First with your hands, then with your mouth
A downpour of sweat, damp cotton clouds
I was a fool, you were my friend
We made it happen
- Take It Easy (Love Nothing)
Everything about him is perfect. The way he looks. The way he sounds. Even the way the fabric of his heather gray boxer briefs slide up his thighs, hugging them perfectly, makes Jinki stare in wonderment as he wakes, blinking sleepily at the sight. Then he realizes what he is watching and his eyes open further, suddenly very awake.

"You're not staying?"

There is a wordless shake of Jonghyun's head as he starts looking around for his jeans. Jinki opens his mouth to say something, anything, but when he shifts in his spot, a jolt of pain burns up his body, paralyzing him for a second as he hisses softly.

Jonghyun must hear it because he looks up then, taking in Jinki's current state, hair disheveled and naked beneath the thin sheets, and offers him one small explanation.

"I have a class."

The way he says it somehow leaves no room for discussion. No exchanging of numbers. No "Let's do this again maybe." Not even a "This was a one time thing and you mean nothing to me."

As Jinki contemplates the meaning behind this, Jonghyun finishes getting dressed.

When he finds his keys in his back pocket, he starts to head to the door before Jinki's voice calls him back. "Wait..." So he does, and Jinki is an idiot that didn't think of anything to say before he called him, past, "Please. Don't go." But he settles on, "Thank you." like some sort of pathetic idiot...and he hates the way it sounds.

Jonghyun doesn't react for a second. Then he gives Jinki a half smile, no less dazzling than the one he'd seen at the club and then a small nod, before disappearing behind the closed door of Jinki's dorm room.

He hadn't been expecting to lose his virginity on a bed of rose petals with the sound of the ocean nearby and perfect lighting that hid all the bad stuff and accentuated the good.

But he wasn't expecting this burning feeling in the pit of his stomach, something like regret, as he pulls the covers back over his head, swallowing thickly.

He doesn't leave his dorm for three days.

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I wrote this a few months ago and just refound it.

Also it was inspired by this sadly. e__<

I am a strange strange person.

A Day in Seoul - Part One

2011-04-20T10:18:57Z

Title: A Day In Seoul - Part One
Author: subreadja
Rating: PG
Pairing: Onew/Jessica, OnJongHo BFFery
Summary: Part One of maybe a short series. :'3

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Jess opened the padded envelope carefully, taking out the opaque pink jewel case and blinking at it when it was in her hands.

She honestly didn't know what to make of it.

When Jinki had mentioned on the phone that he was sending her something, she thought it'd be a small care package or maybe a plushie that'd remind her of him. She'd spent an embarrassing amount of time after hanging up with him thinking of names for whatever stuffed animal he'd get her.

But this...this was not an adorable bunny plushie. In fact, this...wasn't even labelled.

She opened the case carefully, extracting the disc from the prongs holding it to inspect the object closer. No part of it gave any indication of what was on the cd. She huffed, slightly annoyed.

"Lee Jinki..." She grumbled, before going to her bed and opening her laptop. It was almost 3:30 in the morning in Seoul, so she couldn't call him. Her only choice was to just play it. It may not have been as cuddly as a stuffed bunny, but a mixed cd, while somewhat archaic, was still thoughtful.

Smiling, she pressed the disc into the slot in her laptop, getting up to tuck the envelope into the small, decorated box with all the other letters he'd sent, unable to throw anything from him away.

Her eyes widened when she heard his voice.

"Is it on? Is it recording?"

There was a peel of laughter from someone else and the sound of a small struggle as another voice, lower than Jinki's said with what sounded like disdain, "Stop dicking around Jonghyun! Just hold it up!"

Jessica let the box of letters drop from where she'd been tucking it back up into its spot on the top shelf of her closet. Different colored envelopes decorated with cutesy stickers and ridiculously curly script or drawings and colored in rainbows and airplanes scattered to the floor. She couldn't get back to her bed fast enough, eyes widening when she realized what he'd sent her. Without even thinking, she backed up the video message.

On the screen, three sets of shoes came into view, whoever was holding the camera clearly trying to figure out how to work it. "Is it on? Is it recording?"

Jessica swallowed hard, watching the screen intently. The camera then moved up to crotch belonging to one of the sets of feet, laughter blaring through the speakers of her laptop. "Stop dicking around Jonghyun! Just hold it up!"

The camera panned up then to Jinki, who was looking down at his shoes, still trying to fix his hair. Jessica bit her lip, urging him to look up silently, hoping he'd hear her even though the space time continuum didn't quite work like that.

Either way, Jinki looked up and smiled, and her breath caught in her chest, her hand coming up to her mouth.

"Hey Jess." He said nervously, with a sheepish smile. It was awkward and somehow the same way he'd always said it and something tugged at her heart as her face heated up. She was blushing, she realized. Blushing even though he wasn't there. Blushing because he was talking to her. Just like they used to. And smiling at her. God, she wanted to cry at that smile. She knew she'd missed it but she hadn't realized just how much until it was right in front of her. Right there.

She couldn't help it as her fingers reached up to touch the screen where his face was, his hand nervously scratching the back of his head, the same nervous habits as always.

"I decided that, even though you're not here, you should still enjoy Seoul. A lot better than San Francisco! So today we..." Jinki paused, waving to whoever was off camera until two faces appeared, one with big round eyes and a messy mop of black hair, waving with a kind smile, and a more awkwardly angled face, the one of the boy holding the camera, with fashionably styled hair and a distinctly amused face. Minho and Jonghyun. Jinki's best friends. "Are going to take you around Seoul." The camera moved as Jonghyun turned the camera on himself.

"It's not the same since you left noona!" He yelled, and Jess giggled, mostly because of the struggle for the camera after that, and the obvious height difference when the person fighting him for it won.

Minho appeared on screen. Jonghyun pouting behind him before making peace signs and funny faces to the lens. "Finish your semester abroad soon noona. We miss you a lot." He added sincerely, smiling. Jess patted her cheeks, feeling overwhelmed with emotion.

"Yah! This is my video! Stooooop!" She grinned as Jinki's swatting hands came into view before the scene changed to Jonghyun and Minho standing in front of a cafe. Their cafe to be specific. A big smile spread on her face as Minho and Jonghyun waved their hands in front of the sign as if presenting it to her with a flourish and a "Tada!"

Jinki, at this point, had clearly settled on being the narrator for the video instead of actually being in it, and Jess's heart dropped a little. Still though, she was excited as they walked into the cafe, even when a few of the patrons gave them and the camera strange looks. Minho and Jjong acted as if nothing was off, walking up to the counter and leaning against it, leaving an open space fo Jinki and his camera to to walk up.

"Hey...guys..." The cashier said suspiciously, eyeing the camera. "What...can I get for you?"

"Taeminnie-yah. We're making a video for Jessica," Came Jinki's voice, and she smiled at the sound of her name coming off his lips so easily. "She's in America for a semester and we wanted to make something to remind her of home!" He sounded proud of himself and she had to hand it to him, this was a lot more than she expected from him. A lot better too.

Taemin's face donned sudden understanding and he nodded with a smile, dimples marking his cheeks as he bowed to the camera. "Ah...Do well in America Jessica-noona. Come back home soon. I'll give you free mochaccinos for life."

"Yah! What about us?! We're here! We like free stuff!" Jonghyun interjected from the side and Taemin laughed. "Jessica-noona is prettier." He said easily, and Jess blushed at the compliment.

"You know she's Jinki's girl, right munchkin?" Jonghyun smugly and the camera shook with movement as both Jinki and Minho hit him at the same time.

Taemin laughed good naturedly, going to make their usual drinks without needing to be told the order as Minho and Jinki whispered hushed threats to Jonghyun about his "big dumb stupid mouth." and Jess giggled at their silliness.

Things settled down by the time Taemin came back, sliding the drinks over to them and waving to the camera once again before pointing to the fourth cup on the counter. "I made you one too Jess noona! Come back before it gets cold, ne?"

"Aigoo..." Jess crooned, patting her chest at the sweetness. She heard Jinki's soft laughter and wished so badly that she could be there with them, enjoying this day as they'd wanted her to.

"Those are on the house guys. For noona!" Taemin chirped happily, and Jonghyun perked up.

"Really?"

"No," Taemin said, his face suddenly serious as he jutted his chin toward Jonghyun. "Yours is 6.80."

Jinki almost dropped the camera from laughing so hard.

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I wanted to write something especially for loverotations cause she's keen and deserves it.

Plus, I was supposed to.

o3o

<333333

The Melancholy of Kim Jonghyun.

2011-04-20T07:11:03Z

No clue why I wrote this. I know what it was inspired by, but no clue why I wrote it ~~at 2 in the morning~~. :/

Here Brina. Judge meh!

Title: The Melancholy of Kim Jonghyun
Author: subreadja
Rating: PG
Pairing: Onew/Jonghyun
Summary: Fluffy JongYu comfort.

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Sometimes, he just gets sad.

For no reason at all, with nothing spurring it on, Kim Jonghyun just feels sad.

Like now, in the living room, staring at the television screen blankly, Minho and Taemin on either side of him laughing at the drama they're watching as someone slips or says something funny. Jonghyun doesn't know. He's not even paying attention. He's not even registering what's happening in front of him.

Kibum is in the kitchen, cleaning up after dinner, humming the tune to the newest Miss A song. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Jonghyun knows throughout the week he'll be walking in on Kibum practicing the moves to the dance that goes with it. It's happened before. It doesn't even bother anyone anymore.

"Hyung?" A voice from his right pulls him into the present and he turns to see Minho, blinking slowly. "You okay?"

The question takes him off gaurd, as if he'd just learned he wasn't invisible to everyone, and he nods slowly. "Yeah?"

From the left, Taemin's thin arms wrap around his own, and his head rests on his shoulder, looking up at the elder with concerned eyes. "You seem kind of out of it hyung. Are you sure?"

"What's the matter?" Kibum asks worriedly, coming into the living room as he wipes his hands on the ironically feminine apron, looking at the three of them on the couch with expectation.

"Jjong's zoned out again." Minho informs him coolly, and once again, like a punch in the gut each time, Jonghyun is reminded that this happens often. Much more often than he'd like. Slowly, he moves to stand from the couch, Taemin releasing his arm as he finds his balance on his legs, his eyes still staring ahead without focus.

"I'm going to go lay down. I just need some rest." He says, and it sounds strange and automated, like it belongs on a voicemail message instead of coming from him right here and now. It does the trick however, and Kibum moves to the side to let him pass, heading down the hallway and to their shared room like an automaton, being pulled toward his destination only by habit. He didn't know what he wanted or where he wanted to go. He just wanted. And he wasn't getting.

With a weak whimper, he falls to the first bed he gets to, and he thinks it's Minho's. It smells like Minho's. He won't care, he decides, and curls up, facing the wall and closing his eyes, wishing to every higher power that he could just turn off in times like these. Feel nothing, hear nothing, see nothing.

He can't though, and for the next 45 minutes, he listens to life go on through the paper thin walls of the dorm, wondering why he's there if everything goes so smoothly without him.

"Hyung!" He hears Taemin yell excitedly when the front door opens then closes, and even though there's a chorus of shushes, almost louder than the initial outburst, it's too late, and he knows Jinki is home from his schedule.

"Why are you shushing him?" he hears Jinki ask in a normal tone, and in the back of his mind, he's wondering why SM is so cheap and can't get them decent insulation. It's the reason it's always so cold in the winter too. Not that they're ever home then. They're always doing holiday specials and stages for everyone else, no one ever questioning the fact that they're working on those special days and not at home with their own families, watching their own televisions.

Something like a tug on his heart makes him roll over, away from the traitorously thin walls, and pull the pillow he's resting on over his head, blocking out everything. He should've done this sooner, he realizes, but doesn't dwell on it too much, as the quiet is slowly engulfing him and his eyes are fluttering closed; sleep finally catching up with him.

He starts awake when the mattress shifts beneath him, his eyes flying open and meeting blank space. It takes him a second to realize where he is and what's happening when two arms wrap around him and a cool skin presses to his own slightly too warm cheek. The feeling is strangely welcoming, and Jonghyun exhales, closing his eyes again and relaxing into the person now holding him. Not too tall, not too thin, and a bit squishy in all the right areas, with soft hair that's slightly overgrown fanning over Jonghyun's skin and he smells just right...

"Jinki-hyung." Jonghyun whispers, and it's not a guess, but a statement of fact, the arms around him tightening almost imperceptibly.

"I didn't mean to wake you up," comes the soft whisper, and Jonghyun likes it too much, how slow and smooth and soothing it is. "You were whimpering in your sleep again."

Jonghyun forces himself to open his eyes, albeit tiredly, as he tries to think of something to say. He can't though. Back in his awake state, he's blank again. The only life in him is the small fluttering in his heart with each breath they take, synced together like they're - He stops his brain there, switching to a different, less embarrassing feeling.

It feels nice to be held like this. Infinitely less lonel - His heart clutches again, breath faltering and they're out of sync, Jinki still inhaling and exhaling as Jonghyun's trying to remember how to breathe at all.

Lonely. Lonely lonely lonely. Lonely. Alone. All alone. Lonely. Lonely. Goddamn. He feels lonely.

A whimper, small and pitiful, falls from his parted lips, and if he was thinking about anything else but the realization of how goddamn fucking lonely he is, he'd have the mind to be embarrassed at the sound.

"Shhh. I'm here." Jinki whispers quietly, the fingers of his left hand splaying over Jonghyun's midsection as if to say, "See? Feel me? I'm real. I'm right here."

Jonghyun swallows hard and he's about to make good on his reputation for being the crybaby of SHINee as he chokes out in a whisper to no one at all, despite Jinki's professed presence, "I'm sad."

Soft lips pressed against his temple and warm breath against his skin says, "I noticed. Why though? Do you know?" and Jonghyun can't help but smile at the fact that Jinki, the smart one, the problem solver, just accepts the reality of sadness without questioning its presence so much as the way to combat it. He's not looking for a reason. He's looking for an antithesis.

Now that it's stunningly obvious, it comes out clearly. More clearly than his previous revelation.

"I'm lonely." He says a bit underwhelmingly, and suddenly wants to snatch the words out of the air because, stated out loud and so plainly, it just sounds ridiculous and untrue. The insipid complaint of a whiny pop star.

But Jinki doesn't hear it like that, apparently, as he presses small chaste kisses across Jonghyun's cheek, the younger's skin heating up even more beneath them as he listens to tiny apologies between each press of Jinki's lips.

"Why are you sorry?" He asks softly reaching up and behind him to run his fingers through Jinki's hair, surreptitiously pressing the elder's head closer to his skin. Jinki gets the message, his kisses moving down Jjong's cheek to his jawline, and then the long expanse of flesh at his neck, Jonghyun's lips parting slightly at the feeling.

"I need to take better care of you." Jinki's hand slides up from Jonghyun's stomach to rest innocently at his chest, whispering gently with sudden assuredness, "I'm going to take better care of you."

And just like that, the feeling is gone, and Jonghyun is melting into his best friend's touch as if the closer he leans into him, the happier he'll be. He won't question whether or not this will change things. He's hoping it will. He won't be lonely, that's for certain.

One of these days, Jjong'll have to tell Jinki he loves him. In the way that makes this okay. And probably sooner than later, as he'll be needing this more often now.

But for now, their unspoken agreement of taking care and being taken care of will work for him.

He'll be happy.

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Note to self: Stop doing this.

Also...stop eating these m&ms bitch.

The entire bag's ~~almost~~ gone.

; ~ ;

Aish. What am I gonna do with you?

Tickle.

2011-04-04T08:19:12Z

For teokki

Forgive me for this Brina. ; ~ ;

Title: Tickle
Author: subreadja
Rating: G
Pairing: Onew/Jessica
Summary: Fluffy OnSica ticklage.

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"St-Stop it!" Jessica heard a disgusting giggle and was most horrified to realize that it'd come from her. Her smile turned to a glare, as she reached up to grab Jinki's wrist. The daisy between his fingers hung dangerously close to her blushing cheek, almost perfect tickling range. The smile never left his lips as he let the daisy slip a little from his fingers, dropping it closer and clos-

"Jinki..." Her voice took on a warning tone, causing him to sigh and retract his hand. Glaring, she sat up on the grass, looking over at him and whispering in a superior tone. "That's better." With a flip of her hair over her shoulder, she surveyed the rest of the park, virtually empty of visitors. Her eyes fell back to Jinki, who was examining the flower in his hand closely. He looked so...harmless, sitting there, staring at that flower that she suddenly felt bad. She suddenly felt the need to explain herself. "I don't like being tickled. Especially in the face. Specifically with flowers. Gross dirty weedy flowers that probably have gallons of pestici-" Jinki's soft laughter cut her off. "What's so funny?" She huffed.

Jinki smiled, sitting up and looking at her squarely. "You really hate letting go of control, don't you?" She blinked, watching in awe as he tucked the daisy behind his ear, smiling brightly at her.

She sat, dazed for a moment before coming to her sense and shaking her head. "N-No. I just don't like being tickled."

"It's a lack of control, being tickled. You're not in control of your senses or your reaction to it." Jinki laughed softly again. "Lay down and close your eyes. I want to try something."

Jessica's eyes bugged considerably, and she was shaking her head before he'd even finished his sentence. "I refuse."

"Then you admit to defeat." Jinki said smugly, shrugging with a sickening amount of nonchalance, sending Jessica to her back in no time flat, eyes screwed shut and hating her inability to accept defeat, even knowing that it was a trap to begin with.

"Do whatever. I know I'll prove you wrong." A smirk spread across her features, her shoulders shaking once with a humorless chuckle. "Just like I always have."

Jinki nodded, even though she couldn't see it, and grumbled lowly. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just promise not to open your eyes."

Jessica scoffed. "Just promise not to put a caterpillar on my face or anything like that."

Jinki rolled his eyes. "Yeah. Cause I'm a 12 years old. You know wha-"

"Just do it Jinki!" She growled, her eyes pinched tightly shut.

He laughed, nodding. "Fine fine fine, as you wish." With a small wave of his hand over her face to make sure she wasn't peeking, he pulled the daisy from behind his ear, holding it delicately by the stem as he held the flower to her arm, dragging the petals down the expanse of her skin slowly. He watched her reaction closly, tsking when it looked like she was about to open her eyes. "You're about to prove me right..."

Immediately, her eyes squeezed shut again, a firm line of determination set in her lips. Jinki grinned at this, moving the flower to other arm and repeating his movements. Jessica swallowed, the noise oddly loud in the unexpected stillness of the park, and Jinki's mouth quirked up at the corner, like this reaction inexplicably.

"Am I allowed to talk?" She whispered softly, and Jinki nodded his head before remembering and whispering back, "Of course." Jessica inhaled slowly. "This is really very disturbing Jinki. Is this some sort of feti-" Her mouth closed immedately when the daisy passed over her lips swiftly.

"Shhh. I changed my mind. You're not allowed to talk." He whispered again, laughing quietly.

Jessica exhaled through her nose, annoyed as she kept her eyes closed, feeling Jinki drag the flower from her lips down her jawline and then from her neck to her collarbone. She flexed her fingers, tapping into her finite reserve of patience and self-control, silently cursing Jinki in her mind as she felt her skin heat up in embarrassment.

"You really don't like this?" He asked, and she could hear the smile in his voice, knowing he thought he'd won.

"No." She replied curtly, closing her mouth again quickly, not wanting to eat daisy for lunch. She gulped when she suddenly felt his presence closer, his face undoubtedly inches from her own.

"Why not?" He asked, and her eyes almost flew open, suddenly certain of the small amount of space between them. Most specifically, the space between their lips. "Tell me..." He whispered softly, and the warmth of his breath brushed against her lips, almost good enough to be considered a kiss in and of itself.

"T-Too close..." She whispered back, eyes still shut tightly, wanting nothing more than to open them before realizing she should be wanting him to get back instead. "How strange..." She said out loud before she could stop herself.

"What?" Jinki asked in his normal tone, and the suddenness of the change was enough to snap her back into reality.

Her eyes flew open, taking half a second to find his and shooting up with a glare, only to knock her forehead right against his.

20 minutes later, they both sat in the nurse's office, cradling twin ice packs against their foreheads with sour expressions. The nurse, having just told both that neither had a concussion, watched them from behind her desk. Her judgement spilled over the frames of her glasses as she shook her head, stamping papers and mumbling something about "kids these days..." When she finally looked down, focusing on the files in front of her, Jinki let out a near silent mumble from the side of his mouth.

"Control freak."

"Pervert." Jessica fired back quickly.

"Ice princess."

"Dick."

"Future automated housewife."

"Future sex offender listee."

"Strawberry Pocky."

"Neon Orange Polyster Blend Vest Wearing Gas Jockey."

"...Beautiful Smart Adorable Jinki T-Shirt Wearing-"

"...I hate you."

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That was awful. I apologize. ; ~ ;

I love you. I hope you feel better.

Yo.

2011-03-23T00:37:33Z

Sup bruv?
These are some fics, yo.

kbai.