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[ shot ] wagers for angels

halfkissed — Tue, 25 Jun 2013 11:15:55 GMT

wagers for angels - pach . halfkissed
yoochun / junsu - au, romance – pg13 - 1164 words
a/n: …a long time coming. for tinseltown16 (and another one of the long lost fics i just found floating around my WIP comm today. this has been there since 2009... my brain obviously needs a re-boot.)

It was raining when they arrived. Yoochun had been waiting in the living room, adjusting the tie that was tied too damn tight for his liking. He watched her look in the mirror over the fireplace for the nth time that night, re-aligning her pearls and smoothing down her moussed-up hair until everything was just right for the occasion.

She was gone the second the doorbell rang, tugging at loose buttons that weren’t, waiting to open the door at the exact moment that wouldn’t make it seem like she was overly excited. Yoochun thought her blush would give it away anyway.

“Hi!” Good god, mom. “You must be Junsu. I’ve heard so much about you!”

He stood up just as he was told and made his way to the entrance way. He kept his head down, a small smile on his lips so that they wouldn’t see through his indifference. When he finally looked up to greet them, he was met with a smile that put his most genuine ones to shame.

“Come in, come in!” Her voice was starting to annoy him. “Oh, Yoochun! This is my son Yoochun.” Please, make her stop.

It annoyed him even more when she introduced the newcomer as his dad’s son, and he fought the scoff that was threatening to come because of how offensive it was to him to be handed over to someone she’d met only months ago.

“Nice to meet you.” There was that smile again.

“Learn to treat each other as brothers now, okay?”

Yeah. Right. Whatever.

*

All the planning came like a hurricane. He was tugged here and there for days on end. It was the only time he wished he’d had an annoying sister instead. Unfortunately he only had an annoying little brother who cared even less about their mother's shenanigans.

“How long do you think this is going to take?” He could hear the same displeasure in Junsu’s voice. He shook his head. He didn’t bother to look at his new brother even though he was dying to see just how they related to each other in the given circumstances. “You wanna split?”

His mother came out just as Junsu’s words perked up his interest. She had that happy smile on her face and it made him feel guilty for not being as enthusiastic.

She looked beautiful. And he refused to look anywhere else but at her.

*

They excused it as bonding the first time. He was half glad that it made the lovebirds let them be and plan the wedding themselves. Junsu was his only excuse. He didn’t know if it was something he should be thankful for or not.

“They look like lovesick teenyboppers, don’t you think?” He agreed, sipping from the cold bottle of beer he had in his hand. “It’s kind of amusing.”

“Yeah, kind of.” He was staring as Junsu chewed on another bite of bulgogi, pink lips making him think he was undeniably losing it.

“I wonder how mushy they will be once the wedding comes.”

Hearing the word made Yoochun think of sequined dresses and black and white, fondant cakes that were too difficult to eat, vases and vases of red and white roses, and him suffocating long enough until Junsu goes to his side to suggest another getaway.

So yeah. He wondered, too.

*

He was looking through the glove compartment of Junsu’s car for the lighter he left the other night. He found a box of condoms instead.

“You need some?” He didn’t think it would be embarrassing to be caught holding someone else’s condoms in his hand until that moment.

“No.”

“You don’t?”

He saw the mock confusion in Junsu’s face so he pocketed the box anyway.

“How many girls have you been with?”

For his ego, Yoochun could’ve said a lot, but comparing that to just two would make it that he was lying. “How many girls have you been with?”

“None.”

Yoochun knew that smile all too well by then.

He also knew Junsu wasn’t a virgin.

*

The topic of girlfriends and getting married came up one Thursday over dinner. And while Yoochun was inwardly squirming in his seat, Junsu was enthusiastically answering all the questions with that look on his face.

“I don’t really mind who I would end up with. If I like her, I like her. If I don’t, well, there wouldn’t be a marriage now would there?” Junsu’s grin made him squirm even more, irritated to a degree by the hypocrisy of it all as his mother smiled lovingly and Junsu’s dad nodded in approval.

“Maybe you could find a nice girl for Yoochun, Junsu. You two have been going out a lot lately.”

“Hmm… maybe.” His mother had been too busy tending to her new man to notice his shoulders jerk as Junsu’s hand found its way to his leg and proceeded to move. Junsu pulled his phone out with his free hand and kept it open as he looked absently under the table, shutting it only when his father reprimanded him again about using it during dinner.

If they only knew the other buttons Junsu was pressing.

*

Junsu didn’t smoke. He only watched, and Yoochun stiffened just a little bit each time he caught Junsu’s gaze. “Does it taste good?” Normal people got tired of smiling, don’t they?

“It tastes like crap, actually.” He said as he took another drag.

“Then why do you keep doing it?”

A shrug, another drag, and Junsu was suddenly in front of him with that stupid smile on his face again. Junsu parted his lips just as Yoochin blew the smoke out after holding it in for too long, holding onto his shoulders and catching the gray cloud with his mouth and breathing in. He could see a pink tongue in the space between Junsu’s lips, lazily playing with the smoke and making his throat clench.

He blinked. The smoke was gone when Junsu licked his lips.

“It kinda tastes like you.”

Damn Junsu to hell.

*

The wedding came too quickly after that. One moment, Junsu was sucking him off in a broom closet. Not a moment later and they were getting ready to take their places by the altar.

He was feeling even more uncomfortable half an hour later. His mom was still standing behind the closed door with a wonderfully arranged bouquet in her hand, anxiously waiting to walk down the aisle.

Everyone else was simply wondering why Junsu’s dad was taking too long.

“Wanna split?” Junsu whispered too close to his ear.

“Are you nuts?”

“Are you coming?”

*

His mom eventually called to look for him, crying, saying Junsu's dad never showed up.

He really wished he felt more anger than relief.

*

“Do you ever want to get married?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t thought about it.”

“Do you think you’ll ever think about it?”

“Do you?”

That stupid, knowing grin-

Both of them be damned.

[ shot ] of treasures and sinking ships

halfkissed — Tue, 25 Jun 2013 10:11:04 GMT

of treasures and sinking ships - pach . halfkissed
onew/taemin - so fluffy, it's cotton candy - pg - 1274 words
a/n: it's a magical day. i've been away from LJ for a really, REALLY long time. then one minute, i'm reading new fic and scanning old comms and the next i'm finding my old WIPs and unposted fics. like, TONS of them. and this one, this one was written TWO years ago. seriously my brain... =_=

prompt: sailing ships, seasick - onew

It's utterly fascinating how these bottled ships come to be. Taemin picks one up, carefully from the shelves, and examines it like he always does these mini wonders.

The intricacy of the details wouldn't escape anyone even if they tried: the wide sails; the marked flags; the ridges on the body; the colors - whoever made this surely made it with a lot of patience and love.

"That's a replica of an actual pirate ship you know..."

Taemin is horrified by the feeling of the bottle slipping from his fingers in shock. He stammers and nearly screams - or squawks, whichever's more embarrassing - as he struggles to get a hold of it before it hits the ground. The owner of the cheerful voice must've had a lot of experience with clumsy teenagers, because he's still chuckling even as he leans in just in time to catch it before it shatters on the floor.

"I really should work on coming out of nowhere when customers are handling the merchandise." The cheerful guy, or, well, store clerk, Taemin corrects, is still surprisingly calm. He sets the bottle back on the displays and faces Taemin with the same bright smile that made him lose his grip earlier. "My name's Onew," he says, hand out for Taemin to take, "do you speak?"

Of course he does, duh, his mouth has gotten him caught in more unfortunate circumstances than his clumsiness has, "Y- yeah school few blocks sorry hand slipped the bottle." Point.

"Nice to meet you, school few blocks. Although I assume that's not actually your name." Onew is chuckling more melodiously now, eyes twinkling as they focus on Taemin and wait for a more intelligible answer. "Right, sorry, Taemin." He offers a shy smile and finally takes the outstretched hand to shake.

"Taemin. Hi. Look here, this one's new..." Onew is already walking to another shelf, picking up another bottle and showing it to Taemin. Which, seriously, why? He couldn't have already forgotten how Taemin nearly broke the last one. "It isn't a replica of anything, more like a concept I thought out a couple of weeks ago."

"You made this?!" Taemin is quite proud of himself for not dropping the bottle this time around.

Onew nods quite proudly, and for good reason. The ship is beautiful. "Most of these were made by my dad, but I have a few on display, too."

They spend a good amount of that Sunday afternoon exploring the store. Or, actually, Taemin does, and Onew helps him.

He finds himself surprised the most by the fact that the bottles are not actually built around the ships. For the longest time, Taemin has thought it was the only way. Apparently they make it so that they can fit the body through the neck, and then raise the sails after. Taemin gets lost in the explanation after a while, Onew’s bright eyes and enthusiasm getting the brunt of his attention.

Taemin unintentionally makes Onew laugh quite a few times for saying silly little things, or reacting a certain way to a particularly more amazing bottled ship. The blush he sports each and every time is solid proof that he really doesn’t mind it at all. In fact, he has grown to like hearing that laugh - a lot.

The next day, Taemin spends too much time thinking about Onew that he’s sure he’s going to fail his upcoming Math test. He wants to pass by the souvenir shop again after school but he’s not sure if he should. The last thing he wants is for Onew to think that he’s some kid with a high school crush - which he is, technically, but still.

He’s in the boys’ locker room. They have P.E. today and he’s hoping the teacher doesn’t notice him much because a black-eye is not a good look on him. Also, dodge ball sucks.

Just as he’s getting up to meet his fate, he sees Onew - standing there, in the same locker room, wearing the seniors’ school uniform. He’s probably just a hallucination.

“Hey!”

Or not.

“Onew... what..?”

Onew laughs, thank god. “I knew you looked familiar!” He’s being hugged, why is he being hugged? “I should’ve figured it out when you said your school was just a few blocks from the store.”

Still reeling from the two of them being so close, all Taemin could do is nod when Onew pulls back and looks at him expectantly.

“You should come by the store later. My dad just finished a couple of new ships. You’ll love them!”

Taemin promises he will. He doesn’t expect Onew to be waiting for him by the gates after school. Taemin’s heart does a few flip-flops when he sees Onew’s bright smile and he wonders when it will ever get old.

Onew’s smile doesn’t get old. It’s proven by how, even after nearly four weeks, he still mentally palpitates every time it’s flashed directly at him.

He’s been spending everyday at the store after school. They talk, mostly. One time, when Onew’s dad stops by to check on them, he finally understands the whole process of making the bottled ships. It pays to not be distracted by cute smiles and cheerful voices, Taemin thinks belatedly.

Taemin’s been doing his homework there, too. Onew helps him sometimes, or brings him snacks, which is definitely more awesome than just figuring out the significance of so-and-so and so in Ancient English Literature.

Sometimes he goes to the store and does nothing. He brings a book as a front - sits by the corner of the counter where Onew is - so he doesn’t get caught being creepy just-- watching.

But his favorite days are the ones when he loses track of time, realizes it’s closing time and Onew walks him home, just to be safe.

They always spend an extra five minutes just saying goodbye on Taemin’s doorstep.

After a while, his mom looks at him accusingly every time he comes home and it’s already dark outside.

He tells her he’s met a new friend and the next thing he knows, his mom’s asking him why he’s home so early some days and, “Does your friend like cake?” When his mom finally gets around to baking one, he finds out that, yes, Onew absolutely loves cake.

While inhaling yet another slice, Onew mumbles something. It takes a while for Taemin to register what it was because he’s been watching him lick some chocolate fudge from the corner of his lips. He comes back to earth when Onew’s entire face finally goes back into focus and - is he blushing? “I’m sorry, what?”

He starts to feel dizzy when Onew starts biting his lower lip.

“Cake. I know a place just a bus ride from here. They have good cake and coffee and muffins and we totally don’t have to go if you don’t want to I was just thinking maybe you would because your mom makes good cake which means you know good cake and they totally have great cake... and coffee and muffins and we...”

“Yes.”

Hell yes. Damn it.

- - -

They do go to the place. And when fudge gets smeared on the corner of Onew’s lips again, Taemin reaches out to wipe it with his thumb.

He then puts his finger to his lips and sucks.

Onew falls off of his chair.

[ french kisses ] hot and cold

halfkissed — Tue, 04 Oct 2011 15:24:07 GMT

sun-burnt - pach . halfkissed
jaejoong/yoochun - college!au - pg - 330 words
a/n: spurred by the sudden lack of air-conditioning in our office building that one time....

Summer usually starts early. Spring comes and before anyone knows it, the heat is back on and there's a lot of shedding going on.

And shed, Yoochun does.

It's not the sweating that bothers him, Jaejoong thinks. Because god forbid, the guy enjoys his sports. He just finds himself wanting to tear at his skin and poke exhaust holes for steam. But he doesn't. He really just... sheds.

Today, his shirt comes first. The exact moment he enters their dorm room, right before the door even clicks shut, his shirt is hanging from his shoulder by a sleeve. A few steps in and the shirt falls to the floor. He goes straight to the mini-fridge and stays there, crouched down, his face stuck half inside with his eyes shut tight. After a breath or two, he grabs a bottle of water and struts on auto pilot to his side of the room. He plops down, opens the bottle, and guzzles as much as he could in one go. His adam's apple bobs up and down and it's mesmerizing, really.

His belt's already off by the time he finishes the bottle, how did that happen? He lies back and shimmies out of his pants until he's down to only his boxers. The pants are thrown haphazardly across the room, landing along with the belt right at the foot of Jaejoong's bed.

The sound of the buckle hitting Jaejoong's boots catches Yoochun's attention.

"Oh. hey."

Oh, hey? Really?

"Hey." Nice one, brainiac.

Sometimes, Jaejoong wishes summer doesn't come at all. Because if it wasn't for the pillow and the open book resting over his crossed legs, he and Yoochun would have to have a very long and embarrassing conversation. It will involve personal space boundaries, inappropriate thoughts, and the fact that Yoochun shouldn't lie spread-eagle on his bed, half-naked, sweaty and utterly delicious- at least when Jaejoong is around.

Fucking tease.

Yoochun should really just keep his clothes on at all times.

dripping - pach . halfkissed
jaejoong/junsu - random cracky schmoop - pg - 664 words
a/n: IDEK. seriously. no other word except SILLY comes to mind. :p
written for: - onew

Junsu hears people make fun of those sparkling vampires from those vampire books written by that female author. He gets curious, so he downloads and watches one of the movies.

The minute the ‘sparkling scene’ is over, he understands what all the ridicule is about. Aside from the fact that, hello, vampires do not sparkle, the ridiculousness of the image boggles his simple mind.

But then, something happens.

As far as junsu knows, he’s alone in the apartment. He’s spent a good couple of hours in front of his laptop for the movie and he is sure no one’s come home yet. So he stands up from his bed, grabs some clothes, a towel, and gets ready for a shower. As he approaches the bathroom out in the hall, he halts in his tracks as the door swings open and Jaejoong comes out: towel around his waist; arm up as he dries his hair; skin all wet. Seriously, Jaejoong is wet all over and the droplets of water are scattered from the edge of his jaw to his navel.

Junsu convinces himself that he is most definitely not staring.

“You’re home,” he trails off, clothes dangling from his arm as he steps back so Jaejoong can walk through. His words probably came out like a question because Jaejoong answers, “Am i not supposed to be?” The answer comes with that smirk of his when he knows something has got Junsu bewildered all of a sudden. “I just didn’t hear you come in.”

Jaejoong doesn’t step away from the entrance by the way. He settles for leaning against the door jamb as he looks Junsu over and tries to read the confusion in his face.

See, Junsu’s just convinced himself that the sparkling idea is completely ridiculous. But looking at Jaejoong now, his brows furrow as he starts to reconsider the idea. It’s probably just the lighting and the fact that, you know, wet - but he is sure Jaejoong is sparkling right now.

He oggles sparkly Jaejoong long enough for his mouth to be nudged closed. That’s also the part when he acknowledges he was indeed oggling, and he promptly pushes Jaejoong out of the way so he can hide himself inside the bathroom for the next ten years or so. Jaejoong is never going to let him live this down.

-

Junsu takes too long in the shower.

As he dries his hair and throws on some clothes, he hopes Jaejoong has settled in his room so he wouldn’t have to face him right away. Staring is one thing, but blushing in front of the guy, because of the same damn guy, will mean a lifetime of monumental embarrassment.

Obviously the universe is not on his side. Because when he comes out of the bathroom, not only is Jaejoong still outside - he is also very naked and sitting under the lamp shade by the couch. There’s a glass of water beside him on the floor, and he is surprisingly still very wet.

Jaejoong just stares right back as if he’s waiting for something. Junsu does his best to raise an eyebrow even with the deer-in-headlights look he’s sporting, and he’s glad Jaejoong at least catches it.

“I wanted to see you look at me like that again,” Jaejoong says, sounding unusually insecure for his usually cocky self.

When Jaejoong dips his fingers in the glass and promptly sprinkles some more water on his chest, Junsu breaks. “I think you’re sparkly and not the lame kind of sparkly but the cool kind that doesn’t make me feel all awkward and icky and frustrated with the world...”

-

Ten minutes and a significant loss of clothing later, Junsu finds that he can sparkle, too. When Jaejoong licks a droplet of water from the dip of his chest, he mentally happy-dances because, oh, he can also vibrate and glow.

...to say that it's been a while is a HUGE understatement. :p

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halfkissed — Wed, 07 Oct 2009 15:25:18 GMT

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[ double ] for dbsk_flashfic

halfkissed — Tue, 06 Oct 2009 18:36:18 GMT

for: dbsk_flashfic - drabble challenge 68: running home

leave the light on for me, too - pach . halfkissed
bandfic - gen - 200 words
::: after all the turmoil, the boys take the stage again.

→ last call finally comes...

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halfkissed — Tue, 19 May 2009 14:47:19 GMT

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[ drabble .5 ] over is only the beginning

halfkissed — Wed, 01 Apr 2009 10:53:43 GMT

over is only the beginning - pach . halfkissed
jaejoong / junsu - fluff, crack - pg13 - 150 words
a/n: STILL, a fic of long ago for ash unni ^^ ♥

You have ugly hands, hyung. And no, don't even try to pull a Hyukjae on me. We both know I'm pretty.

Junsu grins. Jaejoong wants to wipe it off with his tongue but that would be too easy- he likes this. Junsu plays games with Jaejoong and it amuses him to a point where he would finally decide to play it too.

Yes, you are.

Game over.

Jaejoong gives himself more than enough credit for the shivering mess that's left on the bed when he leaves. It's easy, really. Junsu tries to act coy - pretends he's all composed and witty (as if there's really enough room for another one of that kind with changmin already around). So Jaejoong fights back the only way he knows how: he tells the truth.

Hey, you have a light? Yoochun asks. On the bed... (In a black wifebeater and boxers.)

Gets Junsu everytime.

[ french kiss + ] it's a win- win-or-else situation

halfkissed — Wed, 01 Apr 2009 10:52:00 GMT

it's a win- win-or-else situation - pach . halfkissed
yunho / junsu - romance - pg15 - 324 words
a/n: written a long time ago for ash unni ♥

He's not as open as everyone else. But then again, neither are you. So why complain? You both have secrets tucked-in deep under your skins, smiles that reach your eyes reserved only for those who'd dare to look close enough to see, hearts aching to open up to genuine love beating against hard chests- makeshift armor for the closet hopeless romantic.

Sometimes, you try.

And he gives it to you when you try hard enough. It's not easy but a smile is still a smile. You don't want a giggle, no - you hear those a lot and honestly, really, it's not as hard as it looks. Anyone can pretend to be amused. Pretending to be happy requires something more, something real.

Sometimes, you lose.

Yoochun tells you to let it go,

It's not gonna happen, not in a million years.

How do you know?

How about you get your head out of the gutter?

How about 50? Everyone turns to changmin and it's no surprise that he has something to say. Even the rarest of flowers bloom every 50 years, hyung. Ask the pandas. The youngest walks away in that smug manner of his and it could annoy you. Instead, you wait.

Sometimes, you win.

How about now?

You kiss him senseless and you think you got lucky there was a wall there when you did. There is a fear of breaking him (of him, breaking you - your heart). But instead he sways, he bends, he moves against your fingertips much like he does when he dances. He parts his lips for you and a whistle of a moan almost escapes his lips but you don't let it: too hungry, too hot, and it's been too long.

How about we take this somewhere else?

His breath is soft against your lips. his voice, music to your ears.

God junsu, what took you so long?

Speak for yourself.

Sometimes, Changmin isn't always right.

MODPOST :: renames across the board

halfkissed — Sat, 28 Mar 2009 16:11:08 GMT

skylust → halfkissed
ninjanotes → verbluffen

just FYI. ♥♥♥

[ double + ] saving daylight

halfkissed — Fri, 27 Feb 2009 09:57:51 GMT

saving daylight
kyuhyun / eeteuk - flangst? :p - pg - 283 words
a/n: this came after a lifetime of NOT writing. guuuuuh.
prompt: chinky_angel - affection

there isn't much that kyuhyun can do.

when jungsu falls in his usual pit of spontaneous despair, it's rare to find anyone consoling him for fear of an inevitable backlash. when jungsu's down, he's in too deep - way beyond saving, sensibility - and he's not exactly willing to get back up. he enjoys the darkness to a point. it's the feeling of not having to be responsible for anyone but yourself that drives him. and it's the same feeling that leaves him drowning with not enough will to call for help.

so kyuhyun calls to him, comes around with a witty remark and a ready smirk just so jungsu knows that a pity party is not part of the agenda.

"hyung..."
"..."
"you know this doesn't suit you."
"you know this is how i am."
"no. this is what you let yourself become when you're feeling like you're not good enough."
"..."
"come on, let's get out of here."

they do nothing in particular. there's nothing but cold air, warm hands, and soft lips for them to share (give and take). by the time it gets too cold outside, the couch is already warm enough for them to sit on. they keep doing nothing until the living room is washed blue and it's not quite that dark anymore.

the sun rises, the others wake up... and so does jungsu. the first thing he does is pick up the phone and dial the number he's come to know by heart the past few months.

"you're up early."
"didn't really sleep."
"are you okay?"
"..." i miss you.
"hyung..." i miss you too.

there really isn't much that kyuhyun can do, no.

not when he's not there.

[ french kiss + ] really want to touch

halfkissed — Mon, 13 Oct 2008 06:44:40 GMT

really want to touch - pach . halfkissed
yunho / yoochun - implied smut - pg15 - 350 words
a/n: good gawd whoever snapped that photo should... idk, have a monument or something. bahahah.
prompt: image prompt - milena_1980

A tap of a foot-

A pull of an ear-

A touch of an elbow-

A nudge of a leg.

The grazing of a finger here, there, all over and everywhere.

It could happen at home while they are watching television: the simplest of gestures that could include any form of skin on skin contact. It could happen outside, at night: hanging around with everyone else but having the time of their lives in their own little world. It could happen in the dressing rooms: smeared make-up and foundation being the butt of inside jokes and, you have something on your teeth, leaning in as an unconscious gesture to show they see.

It could happen on stage, during a performance: dancing too close to each other and breathing the same air; too hot, too tight. One of them touches his leg, the other runs a hand across his chest. One of them thrusts his hips just so and drives the other one crazy. One of them takes another step too close, the faintest touch of hip and, snap.

It could happen anywhere and start in any possible place it could, but it will always end the same way-

The two of them fighting for dominance in the dark, one pushing and the other pulling - both unknowingly taking each other in the same direction: a place where teeth and tongues work together to bring them both to the edge of reason.

Shut up, you tease- You're one to talk-

They share nips and bites and curve balls thrown at each other: words that only do nothing less than to fuel their pent up desires. Clothes are forgotten, the order by which they determine who's turn it is to top thrown out the window along with their discretion. Everyone can hear, and tomorrow will be a terrible mess of, look who's limping- is the bed okay- and couldn't the two of you just, get another room- over breakfast.

"Stop touching yourself like that."

"But I want to."

"So do I..." Touch you.

"Then why don't you?"

And it starts all over again.

[ shot ] top to bottom then all over again

halfkissed — Sat, 04 Oct 2008 15:59:57 GMT

top to bottom then all over again - pach . halfkissed
yoochun / hyori - inexplicit - pg15 - 367 words
a/n: OMFG. O___O i still can't believe i wrote this. it's all that sukira episode's fault, where chun said the first line in this fic. as;fdlkmsadfl;sadlkfmsalkfdmlsamfd for ianinna, just because.

"I see Hyori noona sometimes..."

-
Sometimes would be every time she called him, I heard you're back from Japan, and them going out for coffee on some nifty little place around a corner; far from the city and the usual prying eyes. They would walk in and fall in an invisible line that never will exist, the barista asking if they were both going to get the usual (as usual). Hyori would nod her head and ask for an additional order of some light pastry while Yoochun, hands in his pockets, would just smile under the hood of his ball cap. He would say, no thanks, when offered one too, saying pastries weren't his thing, anyway.

Sometimes would be every time he had felt like it, I saw your new video, and them meeting up at her apartment on the not so rare times they would both end up free. She would pull out some wine glasses, he would pop a cork (or two). They would share slightly bitter wine, sweet conversation filled with praises, cool new concept, noona, in a small space out in her penthouse balcony. She'd smile and say, thanks, with one of her signature smiles. They would finish a bottle of wine (or two), and the conversation would go on all night.

Sometimes would be in the dark, after one too many bottles of wine on the balcony - or too much coffee in an even more secluded corner of the coffee shop. Sometimes would be through half-lidded eyes as she was pinned against the wall - or straddling him on the patio bench - with Yoochun against her, voice all hoarse and deep and wanting as much as she was, Yoochun. Sometimes would be in her bed - with newly changed sheets from the other night - Hyori straddling his hips and her lips capturing his in a fierce kiss. He would be moaning into her mouth, their tongues in a battle that both of them will always end up winning. Hyori would tug at his lower lip and he would dig his nails into her thighs, moaning her name over and over again, Noona.

-

I see Hyori noona sometimes-

Probably the biggest understatement of the century.

modpost :: RENAME

halfkissed — Wed, 01 Oct 2008 13:57:14 GMT

just for the record, my dear comm members:

pach_unni ------> halfkissed

♥♥♥

[ double drabble + ] letters in the wind

halfkissed — Wed, 03 Sep 2008 15:23:29 GMT

letters in the wind - dee - dbdbyeah
yunho / yoochun - fluff - pg - 214 words
a/n: this was my refresher fic. gah. i wrote this a long while ago but it really was what got me writing again. (before i stopped... again. o.o) for awoken coz i owe her a collab. *clings*

He doesn't hear Yunho come in - too engrossed in whatever he's doing that he becomes oblivious (even to the smell of Yunho's perfume). His brows are furrowed, fingers occasionally pinching at the bridge of his nose. Sheet music are scattered at his feet and on his lap and on the table. Yunho finds it cute; watches him as he bites the cap of his pen - eyes closed, soft hums coming from his throat.

"Yoochun-ah..."

He looks up, finds something in the sound of Yunho's voice and starts writing, "You still awake?" He keeps his eyes on his music - doesn't see the adoring grin on Yunho's face, "I couldn't sleep."

"Hmm..."

Yunho stays by yhe door watching him. Minutes pass, another hour and Yunho brings him a cup of coffee. (He wouldn't have noticed if Yunho hadn't dropped the spoon.) After he takes one sip, "I'm going to bed," come soon, Yunho says and he smiles; eyes never leaving the pages as he picks up from where Yunho left off.

Yoochun finishes his song. It takes twenty minutes and he thanks Yunho in a tight embrace, humming a tune - lips against Yunho's ear, heart beating against Yunho's back - and letting Yunho fill in the words in a dream.

(He knows the song by heart.)

[ double drabble + ] setting off firecrackers that won't make a sound

halfkissed — Wed, 03 Sep 2008 15:08:07 GMT

setting off firecrackers that won't make a sound - dee - dbdbyeah
jonghyun / key - gen, fluff - pg - 224 words
a/n: i wrote this WAAAAY before the jongkey exploded and gave me tons of wondrous heart attacks... ahahah. so, it's pretty quiet. *crickets chirp*

He has his head on your shoulder as he looks over the stove. Food? he asks. And you answer with a yes that is too quiet, he has to turn his head and ask again. This time, all you could do is nod - his breath ghosting over the small hairs on your neck making your throat clench.

Need help?

Before you could answer, he's already opening containers from the fridge and pulling out pots. He takes the space beside you and opens the other burner with a click.

It's warmer now.

Taemin walks in just as you are finishing with the soup. Onyoo walks in next with abnormally huge hands attached to the side of his face - arms that are abnormally just as huge attached to them, too.

You're smushing my face.

It's squishy.

Jonghyun hands the bowl of heated kimchi with an accomplished smile on his face.

Thanks.

It's been a long day and all of you are tired: Taemin is slurping too slow, Onyoo is nodding off sleep with each bite, and Minho is being Minho - only, Minho-er.

Jonghyun is smiling when he raises a piece of kimchi to your mouth. You take it and luckily, he goes right back to watching all the other members adoringly. Because your heart, it just exploded. And you think it might have been too loud.

[ double drabble + ] scribble me complete

halfkissed — Wed, 03 Sep 2008 15:03:36 GMT

scribble me complete - dee - dbdbyeah
yoochun / risha - gen - g - 265 words
a/n: i think this may just be my most favorite out of the many richun snippets i've written for ianinna unni. *clings to it* oh my heart... the richun. ♥

There's a first time for everything.

The first time Yoochun goes out of the country, he takes note of everything. He makes mental snapshots of the world he's leaving behind. Then he makes space for a new adventure; blank pages waiting to be filled with stories of new discoveries, new faces and places illustrated in full-color, a footnote for him to fill with what he's bound to forget (the important things).

There's a first time for everything.

The first time in a long time is never easy. He fidgets as he waits - a few more minutes cannot compare to how long he's waited for her before. What if he doesn't recognize her? What if she's the one who's forgotten? What if she doesn't see him (anymore)?

Pages turn in his head, telling stories he already knew but needed to remember again. He flips over polaroids of her in his arms with a smile on her face. (He keeps the snapshot for reference later.)

There's a first time for everything.

"Yoochun-ah..." He looks up and she's there (it's still there).

"Umma..." There's a tug at Risha's shirt and he looks down just as she does.

"Say hi to your dad, hun.."

Yoochun stifles a sob when the little one shyly runs to him, wrapping her tiny limbs around his waist. He catches Risha's gaze as she tries to bite back a smile, he freezes the frame and it's like deja vu. Well, that was nice.

(He pulls out a new book and throws everything else away. Risha gets a pen, too - his little princess, the crayons.)

[ - double drabble ] when red is green (and nothing makes any sense)

halfkissed — Wed, 03 Sep 2008 14:51:20 GMT

when red is green (and nothing makes any sense) - dee - dbdbyeah
yunho / junsu - implied smut - pg16 - 182 words
a/n: supposed to be for onew's priest!verse but... it kinda came TOO early. lmbo.

listfic challenge prompt #4: red, green, blue - onew

It's not a secret.

It's done behind closed doors but they both know what's being done, it's not wrong; why it's being done, i want this - you; and how it's supposed to be done, here.

It's not a secret.

They say it through labored breaths - open mouths and synchronized pants, letting them live through the moment without dying (falling, failing). One takes in what the other gives out and they know no one's holding back, all in, all out.

It's not a secret.

They remind each other with bite marks; sweet and painful. Nails are dug into skin (hips, arms) and this is real. this is mine comes in all shades of red, blue and purple in the morning.

It's not a secret.

They're not as quiet as they think. They never stop when they're supposed to, wait. They almost always start something they can never end without wanting more, more, please.

Someone hears. Someone opens the door and sees, this. Someone says stop, someone goes away and someone's left behind.

Someone cries.

No, it's not a secret. (At least, not anymore.)

[ shot ] honey-glazed

halfkissed — Wed, 25 Jun 2008 13:37:27 GMT

for: SM Kink Meme - thread/prompt: HERE.

honey-glazed - dee - dbdbyeah
changmin / junsu - inexplicit smut - idk (coz i fail) - 587 words

a/n: my first try at something that's even remotely close to smut. aaaaaa i fail miserably. raaaawwwrrrrr. DDD:

Changmin wonders how he is still able to stand.

They are in the kitchen, and he is in between Junsu's legs. Junsu is sitting on the counter — a jar of honey in his hand, a bowl of treats by his hips, and a very unnerving smile on his lips. "You want a taste, min?" Junsu dips a finger into the honey jar, tilts his head that way and licks all the honey off of his finger. Oh god he licks well. His tongue follows up to lick some of the honey dripping from the side of his mouth, as he gently (but purposefully) parts Changmin's lips with his fingers.

Changmin opens his mouth eagerly, tongue finishing off what is left of the honey on Junsu's skin. Smirk still intact, Junsu sets the jar back on the counter with his free hand. He keeps eye contact — never breaks it because he knows it turns Changmin on — as he leans in to replace his fingers with his lips (tongue, teeth, everything).

Their mouths open for each other; both tongues exploring, tasting (lust and sex with a hint of honey). Junsu's other hand returns from another bowl on the counter to draw a line of chocolate syrup from his jaw, down to his neck, and into the open buttons of his shirt. All the while not breaking the kiss, they finally part (out of breath) with Changmin's eyes ablaze. "Su..."

"Me..." Junsu begs, "Me." So Changmin leans in to lick the chocolate from where Junsu's fingers ended, to where they began. He lazily licks off the trail of chocolate, taking his time, dropping wet kisses along the way. By the time he gets to Junsu's neck, Junsu's fingers are already digging into his hair. It feels desperate to Changmin, and Junsu is never desperate - but Junsu never used to taste this good, either.

Changmin thinks he hears a growl before his lips are claimed again. Junsu plays around with nipping at Changmin's bottom lip and sucking his tongue. He clenches his legs tighter around Changmin, pulls him in and grinds. Teeth clenches too and soon, Junsu's lips are bleeding.

"Sorry." Changmin says and tries to pull away (tries not to — too hot, too much). "No. Don't." And he is pulled back in for another kiss.

Junsu continues to rock into him, Changmin pushing back even harder. The honey jar is forgotten, the bowl of melted chocolate spilling over the counter when Junsu makes a grab for something to keep him still. Changmin's thrusts are gaining more force and Junsu's head is hitting the cupboards, but all they can hear are each other's whimpers and moans and, "Min..."

They arch into each other, Junsu holds on tight as he is almost lifted off of the counter. They continue grinding — Changmin licking Junsu's neck, and Junsu biting into Changmin's shoulders. "Su..."

This could go on forever.

But it doesn't.

Not a moment later and Junsu is trembling rather than rocking. He clenches his legs even tighter, nails digging into Changmin's back as he comes — Changmin following soon after, his grip tightening on Junsu's hips. They ride both of their orgasms together — relishing the last bouts of friction — until Junsu falls limp in Changmin's arms.

"You okay?" Changmin asks as he leans back to wipe sweat drenched hair from Junsu's forehead.

"I'm okay..." Junsu says as he places a soft kiss on Changmin's lips, "that was nice."

Brows furrow in question at Junsu's choice of words, "Nice? That's it?"

Junsu giggles then kisses changmin once more. "It was great... you brat."

[ double drabble + ] playing by ear (by heart)

halfkissed — Sat, 14 Jun 2008 16:39:20 GMT

playing by ear (by heart) - dee - dbdbyeah
yoochun / junsu - inexplicit smut - pg15 - 205 words

a/n: first time EVER to write such a music centric fic. it doesn't even look like my usual fics. o.O *isbraindeadnao* dedicated to ilovessyou and also inspired by tinseltown16's piano prompt.

for listfic challenge prompt #5: reserved note - onew

I. Andante

Yoochun plays him with careful fingers. They glide over his skin, pressing and pulling at his strings, making him sing the softest of notes. His voice breaks but it never falters (— Yoochun doesn't let it). And they make music (love) to the tune of the sweetest of love songs.

II. Moderato

Sheet music flies before his eyes. Eighth notes and ghost notes and half rests breaking out into a cannon of melodies in his throat. His body tenses and stretches under Yoochun's exploring hands — softening the sharp corners of his body as he trembles.

III. Allegro

His throat constricts and expands to accommodate the irregular succession of down beats and up beats spilling from his mouth. There's a pause and he is able to think straight, hold on (to Yoochun), and remember to breathe until the music starts again and Yoochun's body is sliding against his.

Soon, notes are forgotten and he snaps (surprisingly still in tune) as he sings and Yoochun does, too. They break into song and they collapse (fall onto a line they shouldn't cross) as the music finally starts fading.

The next day, they cross that line and write another song together.

This time, it's Junsu's turn to play.

a/n2: refer to THIS just in case it gets a bit confusing. ~~p.s. that's where i got everything as i am not a musician. o.o~~ *runs away*

[ drabble + ] dance of the mermaids

halfkissed — Sat, 07 Jun 2008 10:27:59 GMT

dance of the mermaids - dee – dbdbyeah
yoochun / junsu - implied smut - pg15 - 110 words
prompt: wetnekkid!su in my page perf – tinseltown16

a/n: not quite a fic. not quite, ‘NOT’, either. aaaaa i don’t know. it’s a new style i’m trying. please bear with me. *runssss* for tinseltown16 coz i love her and her phone is txtfic friendly. hahas. ♥

Wet and slick and hips that spell sin in every twist and every thrust. White lights and black lights and rainbow hues casting a deadly glaze; in every dip and every curve in every hidden crevice of his body aching to be tasted.

His parted lips and shut eyes and a trail of sweat from his temple to the strong line of his jaw. Open arms and lidded eyes and bite marks waiting to be made; on toned arms and collarbones and the sensitive skin inside his thighs.

Hot. Water. Steam. Junsu.

It’s a dance and only Junsu knows the steps.

Your fault.

My Call.

Yoochun picks their favorite song.

[ french kiss .5 ] heechul's favorite mistake

halfkissed — Fri, 06 Jun 2008 10:35:10 GMT

heechul’s favorite mistake - dee - dbdbyeah
heechul / zhoumi (possibly :p), heechul / siwon / hankyung (implied) - crack - pg - 350 words

a/n: because fading_sun_sock's hankyungese never left my brain; because ianinna loves her alien baby; and inspired by said alien baby's trip to korea. heeee *squishes him* ♥

Heechul doesn’t understand what the fuss is all about. He’s seen them perform in so many TV shows, has heard stories about the ‘new guy’ — fan declared ‘odd man’ out and the Suju M anomaly. The boy has been called the Shihan love child, the thought itself earning a snarl and a click of Heechul’s tongue.

When Zhoumi walks into their dorm — Kyuhyun and Ryeowook running to welcome him — Heechul greets him with prying eyes. From the sharp tip of his nose to the twisted corners of his (Heechul can’t even explain it) smile; to his flat stomach; and finally to his thin legs and big feet — Heechul thinks Zhoumi doesn’t show much promise.

He has thoughts of getting back at those who even dare say that this… being, looks anything like Siwon and Hankyung. Heechul is just about to run and type it down before he forgets, when Zhoumi appears in front of him to shake his hand.

Zhoumi greets him with a garbled mess of mankoreanese that shouldn’t have made sense; except Heechul hears Hello, with his name along with a sweet Hyung, and a sincere Nice to meet you. His hands are then being held by the newcomer in a firm but gentle grip — Zhoumi’s head down in a respectful bow, his free hand resting on his chest.

Heechul’s heart skips a beat. He is stuck in the same position for as long as it takes Zhoumi to get to know all of them.

He feels a familiar hand on his shoulder, Are you alright? And Heechul responds by grabbing Siwon’s hand and holding it tightly. Chullie, wh- Hankyung passes by to check on them both and is surprised when Heechul snaps, Speak, now! Nervousness making Hankyung blurt out nonsense, while fully comprehensible sentences filter through Heechul’s brain.

What have you two been doing and where the hell did Zhoumi really come from?!

Siwon and Hankyung are confused beyond measure. Heechul on the other hand wants to experiment on a real Shihan love child to see if it will be as wrong, as much as Zhoumi is ‘right’.

[ french kiss .5 ] sun-kissed

halfkissed — Fri, 06 Jun 2008 10:21:07 GMT

sun-kissed - dee - dbdbyeah
kyuhyun / ofc - fluff, romance, crack - pg - 350 words

a/n: another one for ianinna’s yet to be written verse. eheheh. ♥

Another night out with Risha meant another night out cold (passed out, cold) for Aminah. She doesn’t quite catch the images twirling in her head, but she recognizes the cheesy wallpaper as one that definitely isn’t (and will never be) on her wall. She shifts enough to see Henry on her stomach, Shindong on his, and an assortment of super ‘not so junior’ limbs across the floor.

“Get up,” Risha whispers urgently in her ear, “Yoochun’s been calling…” before disappearing to some place where Sungmin’s snore wouldn’t be heard on the phone.

Aminah gets up, makes sure Henry’s head is resting on something soft, before trying to stand up straight. She misses a step in her poor attempt at walking, trips on Donghae’s arm, and lands on the sofa.

The sofa is taken. And the occupant grunts in such a way that makes Aminah’s toes curl.

Two seconds of dizzy concentration and Aminah realizes that she’s lying on top of Kyuhyun. Another two seconds and she is tracing the line of his nose from the bridge to the tip. A couple more seconds and she is kissing said lips of one sleeping Cho Kyuhyun.

“Ami!” She hears Risha call for her again, stands in haste and runs — stepping on some arms and legs along the way.

The next morning, Kyuhyun wakes up late. He walks into a kitchen filled with some very hungover hyungs. This is quite amusing, he thinks, and then he pours himself some hot water for his tea.

“Why, good morning Kyuhyun! Had a nice sleep?” Kyuhyun could answer back to irritate Kangin more, but he isn’t one for ruining a perfectly good morning. So he answers with a simple “Yes,” and licks his lips after a sip of warm tea. He tastes something sweet, realizes that it’s orange flavored lip balm and smiles.

“Hyung,” Kyuhyun says to yehsung as he reaches for another cup of his morning coffee. “Ami noona likes oranges, did you know?”

Yehsung is too wasted to respond.

And Kyuhyun is too happy to care. (He has always been a light sleeper.)

[ double drabble ] five counts to an open heart

halfkissed — Fri, 06 Jun 2008 10:12:11 GMT

five counts to an open heart - dee - dbdbyeah
jaejoong / junsu - fluff - pg13 - 200 words

a/n: good morning fic for onew ♥

The chains look weak and the hinges are rusty. Jaejoong screams, You’re flying, su! Like Junsu in mid-air (on an old swing set) is some sort of a phenomenon. Junsu thinks it’s silly — every other kid has done this before — and thinks that he really, really has to get down now.

But Jaejoong doesn’t stop pushing.

(One —) Junsu’s legs dangle lazily up and over the metal seat. (Two —) Jaejoong pushes extra hard this time, swinging Junsu much higher than before. (Three —) Excitement overpowers fear when Jaejoong laughs as Junsu screams, Jae! (Four —) The chains hold up but Junsu’s hands are already too slippery. Junsu flies, lands on his feet and sways — he thinks he’s going to fall (it’s going to hurt), and the thought throws him off balance (catches him off guard) until he does.

Jaejoong catches him right before he hits the ground, That wasn’t so bad now, wasn’t it?

(Five —) Junsu is close enough to see Jaejoong’s smile. He gets even closer to know exactly how it feels like on his lips (just to make sure).

Junsu concludes that this is all real, and that he wouldn’t mind falling (over, and over,) again.

[ - double drabble ] strawberry glazed snowflakes

halfkissed — Wed, 04 Jun 2008 17:16:03 GMT

strawberry glazed snowflakes - dee - dbdbyeah
changmin / junsu - fluff, crack - pg - 185

a/n: random title. i swear, i don’t know why. hahah.

Changmin and Junsu feel like having a snowball fight. They want to run on snow covered streets, trip on their own feet, fall laughing at each other, hearts led by a sense of regained youth.

They want to build a snowman that looks like it has Yoochun’s nose, Yunho’s eyes, and is wearing Jaejoong’s favorite scarf. They would make snow angels around it and revel in their silly masterpiece.

They really would, if they could.

But there’s no snow.

They’re just sitting in a plane back to Korea, hand in hand, feet itching to walk on familiar territory. Changmin leans on Junsu’s shoulders in one of the most awkward positions on earth, Won’t your neck hurt? Junsu asks. And Changmin adjusts into a seemingly more uncomfortable position, holds on tighter and purrs, It’s cold.

Eyes trailing to the shut air conditioning vent above them, and the thick blankets already covering their bodies, Junsu could do nothing but laugh (and snuggle back).

(Changmin wakes up blaming Junsu for his stiff neck.

And the others laugh at an annoyed Junsu, cheeks flushed and shoulders wet from drool.)

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[ - french kiss ] a crossroad tragedy

halfkissed — Wed, 04 Jun 2008 17:10:03 GMT

a crossroad tragedy - dee - dbdbyeah
jonghyun / key, onyoo / key, jonghyun / ? - angst, fluff - pg – 280 words

a/n: they’re my otp. i swear, they’re my otp. waaaah. why must I write them with angst? *CRIES*

You’ve gotten used to being on the sidelines — looking from the outside, wishing you were in. You feel like you’ve memorized the back of Jonghyun’s head — how the tiny hairs there make pretty patterns on the nape of his neck; how someone else’s fingers play with them, twirl them, messing them up and you see how Jonghyun doesn’t care.

He never sees it when your lips curve into a smile every time he pulls another one of his lame jokes. Even when you give your biggest laugh, someone else’s laugh resounds in his ears. You reach out to slap him mid-giggle, but he moves to cling to someone else’s arms. (He always does. And someone else is always someone who isn’t you.)

You're already on the verge of tears the day he notices your smiles don’t quite reach your eyes. He asks you about it, laying a caring hand on your shoulder as he does. You will yourself to pull away (you have to), tell him it’s nothing for him to worry about, and flash him a tired smile.

You take a few steps — last as long, too, before Onyoo is in front of you and you break into tears.

You hold on to him. And he holds you back just as tightly.

This time, you’re the one who doesn’t see Jonghyun turn away. You don’t hear his heart trying to beat as it breaks. You don’t see him run and curl into someone else’s arms, crying for you, like he always does.

One of you realizes that not all things are better left unsaid.

The other believes he has said enough. Just that, no one ever used to listen.