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Beyond the Sea: Oneshot

Mon, 20 Oct 2008 02:39:03 GMT

Beyond the Sea

"A long long time ago," he began, "There was a village, that bordered the sea. In that village, there was a merchant man and a baker woman, who loved each other deeply. They were the perfect couple, and when they were married, the whole village celebrated their union," he smiled softly and stroked his twin's hair before continuing.

"A year passed, and they were happy, and another year passed, yet they had no child. The wife became depressed, and the husband irritated," he sighed. "And then, in the third year, the wife finally conceived and they rejoiced and loved again. But the wife was delicate and small, and the pregnancy did not go well. When finally came the time to deliver the baby, the wife paled and screamed and cried for mercy," he leaned back in his chair and stared at his hands in his lap.

"In the throes of pain, she clutched at the midwife's hand and begged to be killed. She said she was not birthing a child, but a demon was clawing its way out of her womb."

You sensed Junsu fidget behind you and you sent him a disapproving look. He stilled and you looked forward again, and waited for the man to continue.

He looked out the porthole and took a deep breath. "The midwife, used to strange declarations from women in labor, shushed her and instructed her to push. And the wife cried and screamed and pushed. And out came a baby boy, bloody and weak and gasping for breath. And the wife, now a mother, calmed and held the child in her arms, smiled and named him Jaejoong," he paused and you could see his hands gripping at his trousers.

"...Then, when the new father came to see his wife and newborn son, the mother screamed. She screamed and screamed and screamed. The father, frantic and useless, clutched at his newborn son and could only watch as the midwife tried to calm his wife. But she would only scream 'The devil's child! The devil's child!,' and a moment later, another child was born. A boy, the second twin, came into the world, bloody and strong and screaming." he stared at his twin, who lay motionless on the bed.

"The mother died that night," he whispered. "And the father, horrified and greiving, named the second son Changshik. And he became known as the cursed twin, a demon changeling who stole the health of his elder brother and the life of his mother."

You shifted in the large leather seat where you sat at the captain's desk.

"Not two years passed before Jaejoong became sick with an incurable fever in the middle of winter while Changshik stayed strong and played with him on his sickbed. After a fortnight of worrying, the father took the younger from his bed and stole away into the night. He slaughtered a goat and slit its belly open and lay his younger child inside. He prayed to the gods to claim the sacrifice and make his heir well again. He left Changshik in the woods and returned home."

You heard Junsu swallow and excuse himself from the room. Before he shut the door, you could hear the sounds of your moving about the deck. Your prisoner reached into the basin beside him to wring out the towel and began wiping away the sweat on his twin's brow.

"He came home before dawn and fell into his bed, only to wake in the morning at the sound of screaming."

One of your men entered the room with a tray of food. You both ignore him.

"He ran down the stairs and to the front door, where a servant girl stood frozen. Outside, there was his second child upon the back of a wolf with his hands fisted in its fur and covered in cold, congealed blood."

Your man froze in the middle of setting the plates down and only a glare from you does he finish.

"The father could only stare in horror at the child he'd left in the woods to die. And the child walked undeterred up the stairs to the nursery and fell asleep next to his hyung."

By then - Eunhyuk, you remembered finally - had left.

You pushed a plate of cookies at your prisoner but he ignored you.
"The merchant's first child recovered rapidly and since then, the villagers warned their children to keep a distance from the twins. Whether they were blessed or cursed, they were unnatural and it was best not to be too close."

He pulled the blankets higher and settled them around his brother's neck before continuing.

"When the twins were grown and their merchant father died, the fortune was left to be shared between the two. They decided to leave their small seaside village and travel the world. So, they packed their things and sold the house and lands. They sailed to the capital and once there, paid off their father's old captains. They bought a ship and hired a green crew and set out to find a life that was neither blessed nor cursed."

The silence stretched for a long minute.

"So..." you ventured. "Which twin are you?"

He stilled and finally turned to look at you. He smiled sadly, "Its just a story."

"...Then how does it end?"

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A/N: For those of you who don't know, When You're Sick and Can't Get Up is now officially on hiatus.

And there'll probably not be a sequel to this one-shot.

Unless, of course, someone guesses how it ends... then, of course, I'd be obligated to finish it, no?

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Demon Hunting: Part 4/?

Mon, 13 Oct 2008 00:45:21 GMT

Kyuhyun laughs at you as if you were the stupidest person on the face of the earth. And you most certainly are not.

"Shut up," you tell him in your most biting voice and scrunch the blankets up to your neck.
"You seriously need help if you thought that was a good joke. I mean..." he goes quiet and you turn your head to look at him.
"Did you bring your hammer?" he askes mockingly once he's certain of your attention. You glare and roll over, showing your back to him as he says the punchline. "Cause its time to hit the sack!" he's shaking in his bedroll, you can sense it. And his damn horse snorting wasn't doing much for your pride, either.
"...Hyung..." his voice fades. The silence stretches and your curiousity mounts until you can't help but turn around to face him. His eyes are closed and you can make out light skin and shadows.
"What?" you whisper.
"What's an idiot like you doing in a swamp?"
You narrow your eyes at him - doesn't he have better things to do with his time than making fun of you? - and scoff, "I could ask you the same thing."
He turns his head and grins at you childishly, "I asked you first."
You let out a sigh and then rally yourself. "I am here to banish an evil demon back to where it came from!" you shout and punch your fist in the blackness above.
"...Really? A demon?"
You look over to see Kyuhyun with an unreadable look on his face.
Feeling insulted, you answer ferverently, "Yes, a demon!"
Kyuhyun shrugs. "Huh... So, how are you going to find this demon of yours?" he asks. "This a pretty big swamp, in fact, I think its endless."
Now you're confused, "What makes you think that?"

"Well, I've been traveling through it for a month now."

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A/N: So, for anyone who follows When You're Sick And Can't Get Up, it is now officially ON HIATUS.

Also, for the first twenty commentors, ten will receive a drabble/one-shot/short fic dedicated to them.

Cause I know there are people who read and don't comment. I have a hit counter, I know. And I need more motivation to write...

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Demon Hunting Part 3/?

Fri, 26 Sep 2008 04:18:54 GMT

"That's not nice," you snap at the taller man - <i>boy</i> compared to you - and stoop down to retrieve the stick he'd thrown your way.

Kyuhyun - why is he so tall? - tilts his head up and whines towards the dark night sky, "That's not niiiiiiiice." Its a rather poor imitation of you.

You glare at him and shuffle over to the small fire that burns glumly. You lean down and poke at it and watch the growing light illuminate the dark brush at your feet.

"That's not niiiiiice."

You whip your head around to glare at the offending whiner. "That's a pretty bad imitation of me," you huff.

You don't like how he smirks.

"That's a pretty baaaaad imitaaaaation of meee," he rolls his eyes at you.

You straighten up defensively, "You know, I'm not your dog to be told to fetch."

Kyuhyun looks at you with wide eyes, "I'm sorry... hyung." His hangs his head and you're not sure what to do. You've never had anyone call you hyung before.

"Umm, its okay. Just be nice, alright?"

"Okay," he smiles at you and you can't help but smile back.

You bend over to poke at the fire again, but you're startled when Kyuhyun shouts, "Hyung, catch!"

You jump out of the way of the stick and stare at where its landed a few feet away from you.

You look back at Kyuhyun in confusion, "How come you're aim's so bad?"

He shrugs and you shrug and walk over to retrieve the stick. When you get back to the fire, Kyuhyun is smirking again.

You furrow your brow in confusion - what's so funny? - before you realize.

"I'm not your dog!"

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Demon Hunting Part 2/?

Sat, 02 Aug 2008 17:38:29 GMT

"Ugh!" you jump back in surprise, clutching at your rapidly beating heart. "Beautiful, my ass." You wave a hand to shoo away the giant toad that had suddenly appeared before you.

"As if anything could be beautiful in this damned place," you mutter, glaring at the toad that seems to glare back. You wonder if you'll have to fight this monstrous toad in order to continue on you journey.

"Ribbet, rrrribbet," the toad croaks. You reach slowly for the knife at your belt, you know a challenge when you hear one.

"Alright, warty, you want a fight? I'll give you a fight you won't forget," you growl, drawing your knife. The blade flashes dully in the dim swamp light and the toad tenses. You're ready for it and lunge, flipping on your side to squash it should it escape your knife.

You're in mid-air when it jumps to the side. You arch your arm out to catch it, knife in fist, but it's too fast and you land with a loud thud and an 'oomph.' The swamp floor is covered in brambles and twigs and you find out that it most certainly does not feel comfortable to fall on them.

The air is knocked out of your lungs and you feel rather dizzy, so you lay still and watch the toad trot off and out of sight. Well, trot doesn't seem to be the right word. Maybe just hop, but that doesn't sound too dignified.

Something snorts behind you and you snap out of your thoughts to scramble to your feet. Brushing swamp litter off of your cloak, you look at your visitor. A tall man, rather young considering his thin frame, with an equally tall horse. It stamps at the dirt and throws its head back, blowing its lips out in what looked like a smile. The man reachs out and smoothed a hand down its long dark neck, his hand a cool pale contrast against his black clothes.

"Did you hit your head?"

"Wah?" you utter dumbly and reach up to ruffle twigs and dead leaves out of your hair. "Nah," you smile, "Its okay."

"I mean, as a child."

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When You're Sick and Can't Get Up: Chapter 15 Part 2/3

Fri, 18 Jul 2008 01:53:46 GMT

"What's the plan?" Hankyung asked, patting his pockets for his keys.

Dong Wook sighed and shrugged, dragging his feet against the pebbled trail. "Why does he have to be like that, hyung?"

"Like what? A brat? Its his nature. Don't think too much on it. It'll give you a headache."

"...Fine," he sighed again as they came up to the three sitting on the curb. "What do you guys need to do?"

Looking up from his notebook, Changmin smiled. "Hyung deul! You're back, and in whole pieces," he greeted. "Can we get ice cream?"

Dong Wook grinned and ruffled the younger's hair. "Sure, why not. Where's Jae hyung?"

"Don't know," was his response as Changmin gathered his papers up.

"I think he's on a date. With a Yunho," Hankyung said, his face scrunched up as he studied the underside of Dong Wook's car.

"Jae hyung and Yunho hyung are together?"

Junsu smacked himself in the forehead with the flat of his palm. "My God, Yoochun. Are you that love struck that you didn't notice?"

Yoochun glared, "Well, I just thought they weren't together, together. You know, like they are but not."

"You mean, they are but they both don't know it?" Changmin pondered, tapping his finger against his chin.

"Ah!" Yoochun jerked his hand up to point at his boyfriend, "That's exactly it!" Changmin grinned sheepishly as Yoochun wrapped him in his arms. "Min, you're so smart!"

"Your car is dead, just so you know," Hankyung said, straightening up from his stooped position.

"Yeah?" Dong Wook sighed. "Figured that."

Changmin pulled out of Yoochun's grasp but made sure to hold his hand. "Hyung, we need to go grocery shopping. Shiki hyung wants duck eggs."

Hankyung hmphed, "Can't have Shiki bitching about food."

**********

"Are you hungry?" Jaejoong asked, opening the refrigerator door and peering inside. "I can make something."

"Hmmm," Yunho yawned as he stretched his arms over his head. "If you want," he followed Jaejoong to the sink and watched as the elder rummaged through the cupboards.

Retrieving a pack of ramen, Jaejoong shut the cupboard doors. "We can share a pack of ramen-" he turned and gasped, backing into the counter as far as he could with Yunho standing a scant few inches from him.

Swallowing hard, Jaejoong bit his bottom lip and closed his eyes. He felt an arm wrap around his waist and Yunho's hand on his face, his thumb brushing against his lips.

Yunho leaned in close and rested his head on Jaejoong's shoulder. "If you want," he murmured softly, turning slightly to nuzzle at Jaejoong's neck.

"Yeah," Jaejoong breathed, "I want."

***

Changmin wrapped his arms more securely around Yoochun's waist and leaned closer to whisper, "Do you trust me?"

Yoochun closed his eyes and spread his arms, "Yes, I trust you." he whispered back.

"Ah! Look!" Junsu let go of the shopping cart to point, "Lucky Charms!"

Yoochun's eyes popped open and his mouth opened in a silent scream. The rolling shopping cart he and Changmin had decided to reenact the famous Titanic scene on was heading straight towards a tower of Gatorade.

Changmin acted quickly, yanking Yoochun's arms down and grabbing his hand. "Come on hyung, we have to jump ship!" he half shouted.

Adrenaline pumping through him, Yoochun gripped Changmin's hand in his and bent his knees. "Don't let go."

"I'll never let go."

They jumped, landing hard and stumbling a few steps away and landing on their butts. Hearing the shopping cart slam into the display, the two turned back, both gasping as the stacked Gatorade bottles wobbled slightly.

The single Gatorade bottle at the very top of the tower fell, and the tower stilled. The acting couple sighed in unison.

"Hmm?" Junsu came into view, pushing the shopping cart that had rebounded back into the aisle, an open box of Lucky Charms riding the baby seat. Peering curiously at the two on the floor, he tripped over the bottle of Gatorade.

"Ahh!" a high pitched cry escaped from his lips, and he stumbled, ramming the shopping cart into the tower.

***

Dong Wook scoffed, "Of course you wouldn't know anything about this school."

Changshik glared, "What's that supposed to mean? he snarled.

Smirking, Dong Wook settled himself on the floor of the roof, "Nothing." He studied the seething transfer student and smiled, "This school has a tradition. Seeing as we're actually one of the worst public schools in Seoul, there used to be quite a bit of violence here, especially back some twenty-thirty years ago. Now, of course there were gangs that fought for control over this school, but control fluctuated so often, it hardly mattered who the current king was. That is, until a little geek thought up this idea."

Sweeping his arm wide to encompass all of the roof, he continued, "The roof is the king's domain, so he must show he has no fear of it. Quite a few gang leaders lost their lives in gang fights over ruler ship by being thrown over the fences. So, the one test to determine rule over the entire school was simple, clap as many times as you lean and fall over the edge."

"...and the winner is the one with the most claps?" Changshik asked slowly.

Dong Wook hummed, "That's right. Well, the winner is the one with the most claps that lives." He closed his eyes and leaned his head back, "There are a few more rules, but that's basically it. It used to be only gang leaders who could rule, but the tradition has become much more democratic with time. Take me for example, I beat the record, seventeen claps."

A grin stretched across his face, he straightened and looked Changshik up and down, "Would you like to try?"

Changshik bared his teeth in a smile, "I'll take that challenge."

***

A/N: I think the only way to finish this fic is if I write two scenes a day. So, look forward to much more frequent updates. If anyone can tell me the Japanese movie where I took the clapping idea from, that'd be great.

Also, if anyone would like to be my beta, leave a comment. I'm just looking for someone to read the chapters through and to tell me if the characters are staying in character, since I haven't written this series for so long, I'm afraid I can't always remember everything that goes on. And you would be able to read each chapter at least a week beforehand.

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Demon Hunting: Part 1

Sat, 05 Jul 2008 17:12:21 GMT

A/N: Since I haven't posted anything for a good while, I figure I should try, again. I think I'll finish this one...

"A cursed swamp?" you furrow your brows in confusion. "I'm sorry, but that doesn't sound at all like my type of work."

You don't like how the elderly monk closes his eyes in exasperation. You prop your chin on one hand and study the calligraphy upon the open scrolls laid out upon the head monk's desk. You're a mercenary, exorcizing cursed swamps really isn't what you do. Can swamps be exorcized? Or just people? Debespelled, perhaps?

You snap your head up when you hear a cough, blinking away the afterimage of the teacup you didn't realize you had been staring so hard at.

"There is more to this swamp than just a curse. It moves. Historical records tell us that there has been more than one moving swamp. Its said a demon resides there. There is always a demon involved in such instances," He sighs and shakes his head. "Here," he grunts and bends his shaved head to rifle through a drawer.

You fidget, hating how he was taking his sweet time retrieving whatever it was. There is a demon to kill, now is not the time to dilly-dally.

Plopping a small package wrapped in plain brown paper onto the table, he watches as you rip it open.

"What is it?" you ask, holding the pendant over your head. The silver glints in the afternoon sun, flashing as the plain circular disk swung.

The monk leans back and steeples his fingers, "A charm..."

You shrug and slip it over your head.

"...against infatuation."

You blink, raising a brow, "Why would I need such a thing?"

"The villagers told me that people have gone missing in that swamp, led away by something. At first, they thought it might have been water horses. But that was only when the young ones began disappearing. But then the adults that went off to search for them came back strange. Not wishing to eat, not wishing to do anything. They would disappear at night, turning up the next morning seeming wistful. Love struck."

"Love struck?" you scoff. "Its just a succubus."

"No, men and women alike have been love bound to this demon. They go home for about a week, and disappear in the night, and are never seen again," he leans forward, lowering his voice comparatively. "They always rave of an irresistible beauty in that swamp, the night before they disappear."

When You're Sick and Can't Get Up: Snippet/Update Note + Beta Request

Sat, 21 Jun 2008 19:20:14 GMT

"What's the plan?" Hankyung asked, patting his pockets for his keys.

Dong Wook sighed and shrugged, dragging his feet against the pebbled trail. "Why does he have to be like that, hyung?"

"Like what? A brat? Its his nature. Don't think too much on it. It'll give you a headache."

"...Fine," he sighed again as they came up to the three sitting on the curb. "What do you guys need to do?"

Looking up from hihs notebook, Changmin smiled. "Hyung deul! You're back, and in whole pieces," he greeted. "Can we get ice cream?"

Dong Wook grinned and ruffled the younger's hair. "Sure, why not. Where's Jae hyung?"

"Don't know," was his response as Changmin gathered his papers up.

"I think he's on a date. With a Yunho," Hankyung said, his face scrunched up as he studied the underside of Dong Wook's car.

"Jae hyung and Yunho hyung are together?"

Junsu smacked himself in the forehead with the flat of his palm. "My God, Yoochun. Are you that lovestruck that you didn't notice?"

Yoochun glared, "Well, I just thought they weren't together, together. You know, like they are but not."

"You mean, they are but they both don't know it?" Changmin pondered, tapping his finger against his chin.

"Ah!" Yoochun jerked his hand up to point at his boyfriend, "That's exactly it!" Changmin grinned sheepishly as Yoochun wrapped him in his arms. "Min, you're so smart!"

"Your car is dead, just so you know," Hankyung said, straightening up from his stooped position.

"Yeah?" Dong Wook sighed. "Figured that."

Changmin pulled out of Yoochun's grasp but made sure to hold his hand. "Hyung, we need to go grocery shopping. Shiki hyung wants duck eggs."

Hankyung hmphed, "Can't have Shiki bitching about food."

**********

"Are you hungry?" Jaejoong asked, opening the refridgerator door and peering inside. "I can make something."

jae's scar

grocery shopping

mem of shiki and dong wook on roof, history of school. clapping, fighting. kingdom.

jae's scar

shiki in infirmary with the student council

shiki and dong wook's first real fight

mem taiwan jerry yan, shiki's promise to protect min, 'i don't like to owe people anything' 'pay me back, take care of min'

the king's court

min and chun, su and kyung and dong wook.

shiki leaves, student council talk about dong wook.

Han Geng Dong Wook interlude

body guard

"Appa, you wanted to talk to me?"

min and chun, late night tutoring session

paintball hicky, shrimp chips

mem dong wook and shiki getting together, and fight, and x and shiki's hip scar, accident

next day, rumours of the beat down, the cheating, the living together

nominations are announced. uncomfortability, marumir confesses and apologizes.

min and chun kissing in the hall

jae is all like, 'what?'

shiki, suspension is over? basketball depression. eunhae.

visit to the old apartment. train jumping.

meme han geng and dong wook meeting. hired bodyguard.

Han Geng and grocery shopping.

***

they conclude that jae is cheating on yunho with dong wook. they recognize dong wook as the mayor's son, he's only been seen recently on the cf's for his dad's pres campaign.

they decide they can't tell yunho, cause they wouldn't want to get in trouble with the mayor's possibly the pres's son.

paintball hickey. shrimp chips.

"Hey! Look, Dong Wook's on TV!"

"So who do you think will win?"

"Well, I have to say, the most entertaining contestant so far has been that Kim Changshik character.

"Yah! Fucker! Get the hell up here! I'm gonna beat your ass down!"

Dong Wook smirked when he heard the knock on his window. Rolling his head and stretching a moment, he got up and walked to the window, pulling the blinds up to see Changshik's glaring face.

"Did you get me anything?" he asked once he'd unlocked and pulled open the window.

Scoffing, Changshik climbed through the window and toed his shoes off. "Like I would get you anything," he said, dropping a plastic bag on the bed in the middle of the room before making for the bathroom on the other side of the hall.

Rifling through the bag, Dong Wook smirked as a red bag dropped. "Hey! Shrimp chips, my favorite. Thanks."

"They were on sale," Changshik muttered, coming back from the bathroom and shrugging his blazer off before plopping onto the bed.

Throwing the snacks onto his desk, Dong Wook glanced over as he reseated himself. "Hey, you know the rules, no pants on the bed."

Grabbing a pillow, Changshik covered his face with it and groaned, "Then take them off for me."

Grinning widely at the invitation, Dong Wook crawled over and yanked the offending pants off. Stradling the other, he fumbled at the shirt buttons, but a pair of hands stopped him. Freezing, he looked up into glaring eyes.

"Just the pants."

His fingers loosened and his eyes caught something. Eyes narrowing, he ran a hand over the side of Changshik's neck, "What are these circular bruises?"

Pushing his hands away, Changshik closed his eyes and snapped "Don't touch me."

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A/N: If anyone can understand where I'm going after reading those notes, tell me. I can't seem to write and
I'm also stuck on few suju oneshots as well. Maybe just having someone to talk to about ideas will help me with the physical typing bit of the writing process.

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When You're Sick and Can't Get Up: Snippet

Thu, 22 May 2008 06:13:21 GMT

Just a snippet. Until I get around to writing the rest of it.*

Dong Wook smirked when he heard the knock on his window. Rolling his head and stretching a moment, he got up and walked to the window, pulling the blinds up to see Changshik's glaring face.

"Did you get me anything?" he asked once he'd unlocked and pulled open the window.

Scoffing, Changshik climbed through the window and toed his shoes off. "Like I would get you anything," he said, dropping a plastic bag on the bed in the middle of the room before making for the bathroom on the other side of the hall.

Rifling through the bag, Dong Wook smirked as a red bag dropped. "Hey! Shrimp chips, my favorite. Thanks."

"They were on sale," Changshik muttered, coming back from the bathroom and shrugging his blazer off before plopping onto the bed.

Throwing the snacks onto his desk, Dong Wook glanced over as he reseated himself. "Hey, you know the rules, no pants on the bed."

Grabbing a pillow, Changshik covered his face with it and groaned, "Then take them off for me."

Grinning widely at the invitation, Dong Wook crawled over and yanked the offending pants off. Stradling the other, he fumbled at the shirt buttons, but a pair of hands stopped him. Freezing, he looked up into glaring eyes.

"Just the pants."

His fingers loosened and his eyes caught something. Eyes narrowing, he ran a hand over the side of Changshik's neck, "What are these circular bruises?"

Pushing his hands away, Changshik closed his eyes and snapped "Don't touch me."

Updates Note

Mon, 14 Apr 2008 23:28:48 GMT

Well, those two weeks are long gone, and I still haven't gotten around to writing the next chapter of When you're sick and can't get up... I also need to think up a different title for that... Well, I had spring break, and when it was over, I became very lazy. Then, once midterms were over, I had to catch up with History, and then I found out the dates for my finals, and now, I'm just trying to stay alive. The sad thing is, its not the work, or the amount of work that I have, its the fact that I have to do it... that gets me...

So, I highly doubt there will be updates for any fics for a while.

To Do List:

1. WYSACGU 15 pt 2, 16, 17
2. Dong Wook, Hankyung interlude for WYSACGU
3. Shiwon interlude for Once Upon a Time
4. Kihae interlude for Yunchun fic
5. Yunchun fic pt 3
6. IIDKB 7, 8, 9

Hopefully when school's out in a few weeks... May 20th? I'll update a lot more often.

Once Upon a Time

Tue, 11 Mar 2008 06:53:56 GMT

Title: Once Upon a Time
Length: One shot
Author: liang_xing_xing
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst
Pairings: None
Words: 1325

Rewrite of miracle______ 's 2008 au contest entry.

People didn't really get the supernatural vibe of it the last rewrite. So, here it is, again. I think it really is better this time.

Kibum

You're on the bed and the window is open. The cold air blows in, unhindered by curtains and you shiver. You've pulled the blankets past your feet and they've been nibbled on by the night. The grandfather clock in the hall chimes four times.

You remember the reason of your rude awakening. You had a strange dream or perhaps a better term would be 'nightmare.' Something about yogurt. You don't quite remember the dream. You know you never much liked yogurt.

You slip out of the covers slowly, making sure not to cause anymore unnecessary chill. You set your feet on the floor a moment before you yank them back, biting back a yelp.

You stare at the floor and realize that its wooden floorboards are just as cold as the rest of the room. You shouldn't walk around barefoot. But where are your fuzzy cow slippers?

You drop on your hands and knees, searching under the bed for your precious slippers. You find only cobwebs and dust bunnies.

You search the closet, reminiscent of a little child looking for a forgotten teddy bear. Your slippers remain elusive.

You walk down the hall into the kitchen. The soles of your feet seem to stick to the hardwood floor and then to the linoleum. You tiptoe to the refrigerator and open it a crack, giving the little man in the bulb some time to turn on the light. You pull the door open completely and sure enough, the light glares brightly into your eyes.

Taking out a box of chocolate chip cookies and a bottle of soymilk, you shut the door and wait for the wave of darkness to settle over the kitchen cabinets and sink, table and floor. Setting the cookies and milk on the table, you stride to the windows and pull the shades up, letting the moonlight pool around the trash can and bounce on the ladles and faucet.

Curling up in a chair with your knees up to your chin, you break a cookie in half, and half again, wiggling your toes back to life.

***

You watch the sky lighten from your living room couch, bouncing a small rubber ball against the floor and wall. The myriad of colors on its rainbow surface swirl with each bounce, dizzying to your eyes. You catch it as it returns, repeating the actions again and again and again.

The sun remains hidden behind clouds of muted silver when you rise, limbs tense from boredom, and grasp the ball in your hand.

You bounce it against the floor as you leave, losing it when you turn to close the door. Your hand slips from the knob and you watch the ball disappear from sight. Its bounces verberate through the walls. It stops and the silence echoes up the stairs to your ears.

You trudge down the stairs with eyes on your feet, with fingertips trailing over the pale blue walls and nails tapping on the black steel railing.

Streaks of sunlight peak through the holes in the walls, and the fifth floor resident stands beside his open door with a hand extended, your ball in the palm of his hand.

You bend your knees and jump down a level, plucking the ball from his palm and pocketing it with a smile.

He smiles back before turning away, entering his apartment as quickly as his feet will allow him, the stone crawling up his knees as he closes the door.

***

You sit on the counter, right next to the cash register, and watch the humans interact; idle chatter fills the coffee shop. Cold bleeds through the glass, the white breath of fog blanketing the windows.

You watch the mischievous redhead jump on stools and blow hard on various mugs. He laughs as his victims clutch their mugs tighter and scrunch their brows in confusion at the sudden chill.

He looks at you and grins widely, pointed teeth glinting in the fluorescent lights, whipping his spiked tail behind him with a crack.

You look away when he sticks his foot out to trip the new waitress, but hear the crash and cry that follows.

He jumps onto a table and sticks his tongue out at you when you shake your head in disapproval.

You kick your feet lightly under the counter, wincing when one foot connects with a middle-aged businessman's knee. He stumbles, clutching at the table's edge for support, and stares down at his perfectly pressed slacks. Bewildered, he places his order and leaves, muttering under his breath about a doctor's appointment.

The red haired imp snickers.

***

There is only one broken seat in the whole theatre, its seat unable to be pushed up. A hard-eyed brunet sits on it, with his feet on the cushion, munching away at a chocolate bar.

You sit beside him and watch the feature film in silence. You listen to the snarky comments he yells at the screen, in a crowd of people who can't hear him.

His forked tongue flicks out and he hisses at the group of teenagers throwing popcorn. You place a hand on his shoulder and feel him relax slightly, eyes still narrowed in a glare. You give him a chocolate bar and leave, not wishing to see the damage a snake of Euryale would do.

Rain patters against the cement when you exit the sliding glass doors.

***

You walk down the middle of the road, avoiding foot traffic. You jump out of the way when cars roll by, dodging the water droplets sprayed from their tires.

The black tar is slick and you can't wait to see the rainbows that will later form in the puddles. The relentless pounding of the rain can't drown out the rush of the river under the grates. The people that you pass on your way home all carry bleak black umbrellas.

They see right through you.

***

You arrive home soaking wet, to the paint chipped walls and creaking stairs and a leaking roof. The hall lights are dark.

Your window is broken and water drips from the ledge.

The rain has stopped and the sun is out and you don't know where your slippers are.

***

Your spare bedroom is dark, day and night. The balcony faces the modest garden; creeping vines push themselves through the gaps of broken glass, the latticework door a wall of crawling ivy that obscures the sun. The elements of rain and heat, dust and time had created a carpet of moss that stretches to the closet at the opposite wall.

The walls are stained with age, one pale rectangle telling of a time where light had once ventured. The picture frame is long gone and you can't seem to remember what it had framed.

The skeleton of the bed frame casts shadows on the walls, faint lines of black in the relative darkness. Your fingers ghost over its twisted metal, rubbing away at the dust upon the spire at its head.

Glass shards decorate the weathered nightstand. A hair ribbon and a handful of paper stars sit in the half opened drawer, now faded and merged into a spider's nest.

You walk to the balcony and lean against the rail. The moss is soft beneath your feet and the stone hard against your back. The air shifts as the deep orange sun begins its slow trek downhill and under the horizon. The sky darkens and a warm breeze blows past, shaking branches and yanking leaves.

You can see the gargoyle from the fifth floor rise from his thoughtful position on his parapet, the stone crumbling into dust as he stretches.

He jumps down to the patch of weeds beneath his window and leaps over the tall black fence to the street. Shadows dance around him as his wings flutter and he walks away with his hands in his pockets.

You wonder where he goes each night.

Imp Heechul, Snake Yesung, Gargoyle Shiwon

When You're Sick and Can't Get Up: Chapter 15 Part 1

Thu, 06 Mar 2008 03:36:00 GMT

Chapter 15

The fat turd was laughing at him again. Changshik fought the urge to punch him. It wouldn't do well for his record, especially when he'd already gotten in a fight with that fucker from History. Plus, he knew he didn't stand a chance against the Chinese guy. The other two that stayed silently in the background, Changshik wondered if he had to worry about them as well. He didn't think so, though. They seemed harmless, unlike the Chinaman, who emitted an aura of power Changshik had been too distracted to notice until after he'd restrained him with ease.

He decided it was probably best, for their health as well as his, to leave the rooftop to them for lunch. But only for today. He sure as hell wasn't eating in the fuckin' cafeteria.

***

Changshik shoved the door of the infirmary so hard, it opened with a bang, slamming into the wall and bouncing back. Catching it on its trip back, he pushed it aside and scowled at the still form on the bed, ignoring the student council members who stood at his entrance, faces twisted in anger and fright. The math teacher who had supplied him with the meterstick moved to block his view, his face sweaty and his hands shaking.

Sighing, Changshik patted the teacher's shoulder lightly before pulling a discarded chair to him and seating himself. "You guys can leave. I'll take care of him."

"Take care of him?!" the bitch girl shrieked. "You mean finish him off?!" She pulled her hand back, ready to slap him.

"Soon Kyu!" three voices shouted in unison.

"That really isn't nice," Dong Wook said, tightening his hold on the girl's wrist.

Yanking her arm back and rubbing at her injured wrist, she glared at him

Turning to the rest of the people in the room, Dong Wook announced, "He said you guys can leave."

"Gah!"

Changshik turned to the source of the noise. The bitch girl's screaming seemed to have woken him and now he was staring at Changshik with unreadable eyes.

Changshik smiled, then scowled, seeing the kid stiffen. "Look," he said, his voice strained with sudden anger. "I'm sorry. I beat you up by accident. Apparently there's a freshman by the name of Kim Kibum."

"...I really don't think that's a good enough excuse for your actions," the tallest one said slowly.

Changshik covered his face with his hands and groaned.

"I already called Hankyung hyung," Dong Wook patted Changshik's head comfortingly.

***

Hankyung manuveured his car into the parking spot beside Dong Wook's. Climbing out, he walked around the front to stand in front of the trio sitting serenely atop the junk car.

"Hi, Hankyung hyung," Changmin smiled and waved cheerfully at him.

"Changmin," he nodded at the other two curtly. "Dong Wook tells me your brother beat someone up by accident. How is that possible? I've never known him to mistake a target."

Changmin laughed, "Hyung's Korean is so funny."

Hankyung smiled indulgently, tilting his head in agreement, urging him to continue.

"Well," Changmin began, "Shiki hyung got mad that some Kim Kibum wrote a love letter to Jae hyung instead of confessing in person. He said it was cowardly and beat him up. But I think it was the wrong guy, because there's a freshman with the same name. Shiki hyung must've had a really bad day if he got mad over a little thing like that."

Hankyung hummed, "I don't know about that. I remember once, he yanked his locker door off of its hinges because he saw a love letter taped to it."

"Oh."

"But I think it turned out to be someone else's locker..."

Junsu and Yoochun looked at each other in confusion.

***

"Ow!"

Changshik let go and shouted, exasperated, "What?!"

"That hurt," Kibum said dejectedly, leaning further into Shiwon's embrace.

"Look kid, I'm trying to help you out, here," Changshik glared.

"You could have helped me out by not beating me up," Kibum muttered.

Dong Wook snorted, receiving a menacing glare. "What? Its true."

"You know, I think you've done enough," Shiwon tightened his arms around his assistant.

"Yeah!" Soon Kyu interjected from the other side of the room.

Changshik scoffed, "Who the fuck asked for your opinion? Shut the fuck up, bitch."

Enraged, she jumped to her feet and pointed a manicured finger at him, "Kim Jaejoong, you're a freak and I'm going to make sure everyone knows it!"

A look of pure surprise flashed across Changshik's face. Rising from the bed fluidly, he was towering Soon Kyu in a breath.

"You think-"

"Shikiyah!" 1

***

"Changmin," Yoochun ventured, "What just happened?"

"Hmmm?" Changmin tore his attention away from the homework on his lap. "What do you mean?"

"He means," Junsu answered, "What were you guys talking about out there?"

"Oh. You mean with Hankyung hyung?" Changmin asked.

Seeing the two nod in unison, he elaborated, "He told me that Shiki hyung once destroyed someone else's locker because of a love letter."

"...Wow," Junsu breathed. "How come you know Chinese?"

"Hmmm? We lived in Taiwan for a few years."

"What? You didn't tell me that."

"You didn't ask, Chunnie hyung."

"Oh."

"So, now you know."

***

"Hangeng ge.."

"Oh, good, I found you. I thought I was lost for a second," Hankyung laughed softly.

"Dong Wook. You guys getting in trouble, again?"

"You know its never my fault, hyung."

"Right, then," he moved over to sit on the bed. "How injured are you?" he asked Kibum.

"Ummm..."

"Nothing's broken," Changshik said, settling back into his chair, leaving Soon Kyu where she was.

Massaging the Kibum's bruises gently, Hankyung spoke, "What did that girl say to piss you off?"

"Nothing..."

"Jae hyung's a freak," Dong Wook called from the window where he lounged.

Jumping up, Changshik glared, "Don't jump into other people's conversations," he growled, kicking his chair.

Sighing, Hankyung left the bed before the president popped a vein.

"I think we're done here."

"Yeah," said Dong Wook agreed, striding over to Changshik's side and wrapped his arms around the other's waist and laying his head on his shoulder. "I wanna take a nap with my pet."

Hankyung coughed.

***

As he turned to leave, Changshik was almost run over by what seemed to be a very hyper mass of black. Not that it told him anything, the school uniform was all black.

"Yah! Lee Donghae! Are you crazy?! You think you can be the king?" screamed the bony carrot haired boy that barreled past him.

Changshik jumped out of the way as a pair of mismatched boys burst out of the doorway.

"Donghae! Its suicide, don't do it!" wailed the shorter blonde one, grabbing onto the shirt of the first boy who had clambered over the fences.

"I can and I will!" the one called Donghae yelled, "Just watch me! 18 claps! 18!"

The tallest one grabbed hold of frantic blonde, pulling him back and away. "Sungmin hyung, if Donghae hyung wants to kill himself, let him. I'm sure he has a good reason."

"See! Kyuhyun understands!" he leaned backwards and let go of the railing.

"Yah!," yelled one of the fucker's goons, grabbing at Donghae's wrists. "Why do you want to be king?! You have me!"

Blinking, Donghae looked at him.

"Yah," orange-haired boy pointed him in the side, "What do you think you are? A prince? Huh? Huh? Huhhuhuhuhuhuhhuhuh?!"

"...Heechul hyung?" Donghae furrowed his brow, "Are you okay?"

"Lee Hyukjae thinks he's a prince. Ha! Go, Donghae. 18 claps! Fighting!"

"Hae! Just get back to this side of the fence, and we'll go have lunch, okay?" Hyukjae pleaded.

"...Okay," Donghae smiled. "I like having lunch with Hyukie."

"Yah! What do you think you're doing? Get back there, you have to usurp the king's throne! You want that Choi Dong Wook to be king again this year?!"

"Heechul hyung! Let him live!" pink boy reprimanded.

"I just want to be with Hyukie, hyung. And he's a prince, so its okay." Donghae said mildly, standing still while Hyukjae ran his hands over him, making sure he was alright.

"Yah! What's this about being king?"

***

Changshik stood rigid in Dong Wook's arms, glowering, and fingered the ring that hung around his neck.

"Hankyung hyung can take Changmin home, right?"

Frowning, he wrenched himself away from the other's grasp and said firmly, "I'm staying here. You can leave." He took a few steps back, putting space between them.

Dong Wook paused, taken aback. "Stop running away," he said quietly.

"I'm not running away," Changshik retorted, his tone a warning.

Dong Wook looked out the window, the warning unheeded, "Give me a kiss goodbye."

"Fuck no."

"Fine then," Dong Wook advanced abruptly, grabbing him by the arms to keep him in place.

Staring at Changshik's outraged face for a moment, Dong Wook leaned in and placed a soft kiss on those anger-thinned lips. Letting go, he stepped back, "Hyung. I'm serious when I say I love you."

"Don't be a fuckin' sap," Changshik snapped vehemently, refusing to look at him.

Sighing, Dong Wook turned and left with Hankyung following close behind.

Hankyung shook his head and muttered, "Drama..." before shutting the door behind him.

***

"Fuck! My underwear is still in his car!"

A/N: 1 - you guys know what shikiyah means, right? Brat or bastard, isn't it?

I'm sure you guys can see what's going to happen with this Chinese thing. And I'm Chinese, so I consider Taiwan part of China. Taiwanese people might not, but...

The clapping is from a Japanese movie I saw a while ago. It was last year, I think. I can't remember the name of it.

You'll find out everything in the next part. Which will come... in two weeks.

That Day: Rewrite

Fri, 29 Feb 2008 19:21:16 GMT

Title: That Day
Length: One shot
Author: liang_xing_xing
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst
Pairings: None
Words: 1184

Rewrite of miracle______ 's 2008 au contest entry.

Kibum

* * *
You're on the bed and the window is open. The cold air blows in, unhindered by curtains and you shiver. You've pulled the blankets past your feet and they've been nibbled on by the night. The red glow of your clock reads 3:50.

You remember the reason of your rude awakening. You had a strange dream or perhaps a better term would be 'nightmare.' Something about yogurt. You don't quite remember the dream. You know you never much liked yogurt.

You slip out of the covers slowly, making sure not to cause anymore unnecessary chill. You set your feet on the floor a moment before you yank them back, biting back a yelp.

You stare at the floor and realize that its wooden floorboards are just as cold as the rest of the room. You shouldn't walk around barefoot. But where are your fuzzy cow slippers?

You drop on your hands and knees, searching under the bed for your precious slippers. You find only cobwebs and dust bunnies.

You search the closet, reminiscent of a little child looking for a forgotten teddy bear. Your slippers remain elusive.

You walk down the hall into the kitchen. The soles of your feet seem to stick to the hardwood floor and then to the linoleum. You tiptoe to the refrigerator and open it a crack, giving the little man in the bulb some time to turn on the light. You pull the door open completely and sure enough, the light glares brightly into your eyes.

Taking out a box of chocolate chip cookies and a bottle of soymilk, you shut the door and wait for the wave of darkness to settle over the kitchen cabinets and sink, table and floor. Setting the cookies and milk on the table, you stride to the windows and pull the shades up, letting the moonlight pool around the trash can and bounce on the ladles and faucet.

Curling up in a chair with your knees up to your chin, you break a cookie in half, and half again, wiggling your toes back to life.

***

You watch the sky lighten from your living room couch, bouncing a small rubber ball against the floor and wall. The myriad of colors on its rainbow surface swirl with each bounce, dizzying to your eyes. You catch it as it returns, repeating the actions again and again and again.

The sun remains hidden behind clouds of muted silver when you rise, limbs tense from boredom, and grasp the ball in your hand.

You bounce it against the floor as you leave, losing it when you turn to close the door. Your hand slips from the knob and you watch the ball disappear from sight. Its bounces verberate through the walls. It stops and the silence echoes up the stairs to your ears.

You trudge down the stairs with eyes on your feet, with fingertips trailing over the pale blue walls and nails tapping on the black steel railing, and scuff your shoes against the wooden steps.

Pausing for a moment at the sixth floor, you bend your knees and jump down a level, almost slamming into the fifth floor resident. He is staring up the stairs with your ball in his hand, a mystified expression on his face.

You pluck the ball from his palm and pocket it, leaving him blinking at the space where you had been.

***

You sit on the counter, right next to the cash register, and smile at each customer; idle chatter fills the coffee shop. Cold bleeds through the glass, the white breath of fog blanketing the windows.

You watch the mischievous redhead jump on stools and blow hard on various mugs. He laughs as his victims clutch their mugs tighter and scrunch their brows in confusion at the sudden chill.

You kick your feet lightly under the counter, wincing when one foot connects with a middle-aged businessman's knee. He stumbles, clutching at the table's edge for support, and stares down at his perfectly pressed slacks. Bewildered, he places his order and leaves, limping slightly.

***

You sit next to the one broken seat in the theatre, beside the hard eyed brunet, and watch the feature film in silence. You listen to the snarky comments the brunet yells at the screen, in a crowd of people who can't hear him. You don't hear the rain.

***

You walk down the middle of the road, avoiding foot traffic. You jump out of the way when cars roll by, dodging the water droplets sprayed from their tires.

The black tar is slick and you can't wait to see the rainbows that will later form in the puddles. The relentless pounding of the rain can't drown out the rush of the river under the grates. The people that you pass on your way home all carry bleak black umbrellas.

They see right through you.

***

You arrive home soaking wet, to the paint chipped walls and creaking stairs and a leaking roof. The hall lights are dark and your neighbor on the fifth floor is a shadow, standing frozen in front of his closed door.

Your window is broken and water drips from the ledge, pooling against the wall.

The rain has stopped and the sun is out and you don't know where your slippers are.

***

Your spare bedroom is dark, day and night. The balcony faces the modest garden; creeping vines push themselves through the gaps of broken glass, the latticework door a wall of crawling ivy that obscures the sun. The elements of rain and heat, dust and time had created a carpet of moss that stretches to the closet at the opposite wall.

The walls are stained with age, one pale rectangle telling of a time where light had once ventured. The picture frame is long gone and you can't seem to remember what it had framed.

The skeleton of the bed frame casts shadows on the walls, faint lines of black in the relative darkness. Your fingers ghost over its twisted metal, rubbing away at the dust upon the spire at its head.

Glass shards decorate the weathered nightstand. A hair ribbon and a handful of paper stars sit in the half opened drawer, now faded and merged into a spider's nest.

The closet door's latch squeaks when you pull, but the hinges give easily. A mouse scuttles out in fright.

You push the old clothes aside and the scent of mothballs surrounds you. You reach for the small shelf in the back. The leather of the journal warms in your hand.

You walk to the balcony, the moss soft beneath your feet. You lean against the rail, the cool stone hard against your spine. The air shifts as the deep orange sun begins its slow trek downhill and under the horizon. The sky darkens and a warm breeze blows past, shaking branches and yanking leaves.

The pages are stiff and brittle between your fingers. The faded brown ink glows in the faint light of fireflies.

A thousand years later, you don't exist.

***

A/N: Fifth floor Shiwon, Redhead Heechul, Brunet Yesung

I hope it still holds the same atmosphere as it did the first time.

Thanks to miracleshining, pinkredwhiterm, dear_whimsy, music_loner, and sweet_mofo for the comments.

I hope my 'comma' style is okay...

When You're Sick and Can't Get Up: Chapter 14 Part 2

Sun, 10 Feb 2008 20:01:56 GMT

"I'm telling you, there is no way-" Tae Yeon froze.

"Yah, where the hell do you think you're all going?! I thought the student council room was that way."

Shiwon and Ryeowook exchanged glances, then grabbed the Mr. Seoul contest papers they'd been poring over before the whole mess began.

"Hyung, I think we know where the student council room is."

Tae Yeon quickly stuffed the papers back into the notebook and threw it into the Lost and Found box.

Soon Kyu spun on her heel and crossed her arms, glaring at the closed door.

***

"Fuckers..." Changshik muttered, watching the others walk into the room without him.

He could see Dong Wook leaning against the door frame, waiting for him to catch up. Wanting to slow down, Changshik stopped himself, knowing it was childish. Instead, he quickened his pace and tried to open the envelope. Intent on his task, he didn't realize he'd reached his destination until he bumped into a warm body.

"Oof. Fuck. Move, will you?" he shoved past Dong Wook.

Laughing, the other commented, "If I hadn't been there, you would've run right into the door frame." He snatched the envelope out of Changshik's frustrated hands. "I'll open it for you."

Glaring, he refused to look at his... classmate. Instead he glanced over by the table where Changmin was looking through a familiar notebook. There was a girl standing next to it, glaring menacingly at both him and Dong Wook.

'She better not be thinking about-'

Jerked out of his violent thoughts by the opened envelope shoved into his hands, Changshik spoke absently, "Min, write duck eggs on the list. I'm really craving some."

After hearing his dongsaeng's hum of 'okay,' he turned to the - he'll admit she was pretty - girl and declared, "He's mine."

Everyone looked up at that.

"What?" the girl asked incredulously. The rest of the student council suddenly seemed scared. All but the one sleeping, of course.

"I said," Changshik stepped in front of her and glared down. "He," he pointed at Dong Wook behind him, "is mine. So don't think about trying to steal him."

Ignoring the looks of amusement from both Changmin and Dong Wook, Changshik turned away and leaned against a filing cabinet, looking down at the card in his hand.

A moment of silence registered before Dong Wook spoke up.

"When did we switch the roles of Master and Pet?"

***
"Oh!" Jaejoong exclaimed and turned to Yunho in the driver's seat. "Pull over."

***

Changshik looked up, his eyes hard.

"Who the fuck is Kim Kibum?"

A look of surprise flashed across the second girl's face. She looked over at the figure sleeping slouched in his chair.

With a growl, Changshik strode over and grabbed the unsuspecting boy and yanked his head up by the hair.

Instantly waking, Kibum yelled out in pain.

Grasping the back of his shirt, Changshik dragged him bodily over the table and out the door.

***
"Hankyung hyung!" Jaejoong stepped out of the car and slammed the door shut, running to catch up to the older man.

"Jaejoong," Hankyung greeted, stopping in front of his car.

"Hey hyung. How have you been? I haven't seen you for a while," Jaejoong smiled.

Yunho stepped up next to his date. "Hi," he said neutrally, wondering if he had competition.

"Hi," Hankyung replied, his voice just as flat.

"This is Hankyung, Dong Wook's friend," Jaejoong introduced them. "And this is Yunho."

"...Dong Wook's your brother's boyfriend, right?" Yunho relaxed slightly.

Hankyung answered before Jaejoong.

"No. Not boyfriend. Changshik has officially stated that he and Dong Wook are mortal enemies."

Jaejoong laughed. "Hyung, your Korean has gotten so much better!"

"I learn a lot watching dramas," Hankyung smiled.

***

"What the fuck is this?" Changshik held up the card, his eyes hard.

Kibum blinked, "I... have no i-"

"Don't give me that bullshit!" Changshik exploded, grabbing the shorter boy by the collar.

Yoochun gave Changmin a questioning look, which was answered with a noncommittal shrug.

"You might want to turn around, most people don't like watching hyung the first time," he whispered.

Changshik shoved Kibum to the grass and opened the card. He began to read.

"Dear Jaejoong sunbae, You don't know me, but I know you. I've been watching you from afar and wanted you to know," Changshik paused and glared at the frightened kid trying to crabwalk backwards away from him. Kibum froze.

"I just want you to know, that I am deeply in love with you. There are no words to describe what I feel, blah, blah, blah, blah," Changshik threw the card over his shoulder and knelt down until he was eye level with the student council gopher.

Other students were watching, now. Drawn by the shouts, the training students from the after school sports clubs gathered around to watch the confrontation.

Changshik sighed and reached his hand out to stroke Kibum's cheek. Trailing a finger along his jaw, he paused

SMACK!

and backhanded Kibum across the face.

Kibum cried out, sprawled on the school lawn, a hand over his cheek. Gasps could be heard all across the school yard.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?!" Changshik yelled, furious.

Straightening up and standing back, he yanked his foot back, ready to deliver a hard kick into his victim's stomach. Changmin winced and looked away, pushing Yoochun around by the shoulder. But before Changshik's foot connected, Dong Wook grabbed him from behind and yanked him back.

"Let me go," Changshik growled. "I'm going to beat the crap out of this little piece of shit."

"Now, now, pet," Dong Wook said soothingly. "We can't have him going to the hospital for a ruptured stomach, now can we?"

Shrugging the offending hands off of his person, Changshik snorted and straightened his shirt. "Fine."

"Oh my god! What are you doing?"

All turned to see an anxious bespectacled math teacher with knuckles white, gripping a meter stick, running towards them.

"Fuck," Dong Wook spat.

Changshik grinned and wrenched the meter stick out of the math teacher's sweaty hands.

"Thanks, sam," he gave a salute before spinning around.

Seeing Kibum desperately crawling away, he snarled and brought the meter stick down to crack on his target's shoulder.

"Ahh!" Kibum cried, collapsing on the dirt and cradling his collarbone.

Junsu gasped and covered his eyes.

There were screams in the background. Girls were crying and the boys were frozen, shocked into fascination. A group of teachers stood at the sidelines and huddled together, knowing they were supposed to stop any further violence, but having no experience of such situations.

"Fuckin' coward, trying to crawl away from a fight," Changshik shouted, bringing the meter stick down against the painblinded student. "A fuckin' coward, just like you couldn't-"

"Fuckin' confess."

CRACK!

"In person!"

CRACK!

Changshik raised the meter stick over his shoulder to deliver yet another blow when Dong Wook grabbed him by the hair.

"Yah! Fucker! Let go!"

"Shhhh," Dong Wook pulled him forcefully into his arms and stroked his back soothingly.

"Remember, pet. No broken bones. You might have to pay his hospital bills," he said.

Changshik stiffened, no longer struggling in his grasp.

After a moment of complete stillness, Dong Wook let go of Changshik and patted him on the shoulder, stepping back.

Kibum whimpered.

The teachers present breathed a collective sigh of relief, thinking the storm had passed.

"FUCK!"

Yoochun jumped, his heart stopping in his chest. Junsu bit his lip and stared at the ground.

"FUCK!"

Everyone visibly flinched.

"FUCK FUCK FUCK! GODDAMMIT!" Changshik brought the meter stick down over his knee

CRACK!

Kibum covered his head with his hands.

snapping it in two. Flinging the broken pieces away, Changshik yanked Kibum to his feet by the collar of his shirt.

"Please! Please!"

Changmin grabbed the math teacher from behind just before the distraught man could reach his hyung.

"Oh god, please don't hit him, again." he whispered.

Changshik didn't hear.

Slamming the shorter boy against a nearby tree, Changshik began shouting in his face.

"Yah! You little shit! You listen, and you listen good!"

He let go and Kibum dropped against the tree, leaning on it for support and staring at his tormenter with pained eyes.

"Tomorrow," Changshik shoved him in the shoulders. Kibum bounced against it with an 'Oomph.'

"You're going to," Changshik pushed his forehead with each word. Kibum's head rolled like a bobblehead doll.

"Confess to my face. Got that?"

Kibum's breathe caught in his throat, he had no idea how to respond to such a command when he'd just been beaten by the guy.

Yoochun's eyes bulged in disbelief. He was afraid Changshik was about to deck the kid.

Dong Wook pulled a lighter out and lit a cigarette.

"Yah! Fucker, answer me!"

Kibum nodded, he didn't want to get hit, again.

"Right, then. YAH!" he turned to the congregation.

Everyone shrank away from him.

Glaring, he eyed the groups one by one.

"You didn't see a thing."

Snickering, Dong Wook slung an arm around Changshik's shoulders and slipped the lit cigarette between the other's lips.

"I love you, man," he laughed, pulling the elder away, towards the parking lot.

Changshik stiffened and shrugged the arm off, storming away.

Dong Wook rolled his eyes and looked back at Changmin, Yoochun and Junsu.

"Come on."

***

"Oh my god! Kibum, are you alright?"

"Ok, put him down, slowly. Gently! Be gentle."

"Ryeowook! Go get ice. Where are the bandages?"

"I can't believe Yunho oppa’s dating that thing!"

"Shut up Soon Kyu! Do something useful. Get some towels."

***

Hearing the crunch of gravel, Changshik looked across the parking lot and took another drag.

He leaned against the side of the passenger door and closed his eyes, ignoring the others' presences and the sound of the key turning in the lock.

Taking another drag and flicking the ashes to the ground, Changshik tilted his head back, his eyes towards the sky as the others piled into the car.

Sighing, he dropped the cigarette butt and ground it beneath his foot before getting into the car.

There was a moment of silence once everyone was situated, after Changmin asked, "Hyung, why are your boxers here?"

Dong Wook froze mid-motion, his hand wrapped around his keys.

Drawing in a breath, Changshik covered his face with a hand and reached behind him with the other, "Give me those," he bit out.

Dong Wook turned the key and revved the engine.

Junsu and Yoochun slumped.

"Hyung, why were your boxers here?"

Junsu and Yoochun cringed.

"No reason," Changshik rubbed his temples. "Drive, fucker," he growled.

Obeying in silence, Dong Wook shifted gears and pushed his foot down on the gas pedal.

The car rolled two meters before the engine sputtered and died a smoky death.

"You know," Changmin piped up from the back, again. "I think there's a freshman in class C named Kim Kibum.

"Fuck!" Changshik swore, and slammed his fist down on the dashboard.

A/N: And that's the end of chapter 14. Don't expect any updates soon, I don't have anything prewritten, and the story is taking a detour from the original plan. Which is a good thing, and a bad thing. The plot thickens, but the plot thickens... Right, so it'll take longer to finish, but there'll be some nice scenes.

So, the next chapter will be in a month, at the soonest. And you can expect a Hankyung/Dong Wook interlude sometime, as well.

edit:

Some characters that will show up eventually.

When You're Sick and Can't Get Up: Chapter 14 Part 1

Sun, 10 Feb 2008 03:15:18 GMT

Chapter 14

Part 1

Pressing the end call button, Changshik slipped his phone into his pocket and turned, stubbornly avoiding Dong Wook's gaze. Brushing past his... classmate, he headed for the car, ready to sit and glare at the world as was his specialty.

But he was stopped short by a yank on his arm.

"Yah! Get the fuck off me!" he shook his arm in emphasis, trying to dislodge the other.

"Dammit, hyung, don't be like this," Dong Wook growled, shoving Changshik into a bench.

Changshik bared his teeth and tensed from his disadvantaged position on the bench.

"What?" he snarled.

Heaving a long suffering sigh, Dong Wook held his hand out, "Give me your hand."

Still wary, Changshik slowly extended the requested limb and raised an eyebrow at the shining metal that dropped into his palm.

"What the fuck is this?!" he exclaimed, dangling the plain silver ring by its bead chain.

"Kim Changshik. I like you. I like you a lot. I like you enough to think I love you."

"That word, again!" Changshik hissed.

"Don't," Dong Wook held a hand up and ran a hand through his hair in exasperation.

"Just... wear it. I don't care about your commitment issues. I'll wait."

Eyes narrowed, Changshik stared after the other's retreating form.

***

Striding through the newly painted wooden doors of his brothers' school, Changshik immediately located his younger responsibility. A sour expression swept over his face as he also saw that fucker being much to close. Grabbing Dong Wook's hand without thinking - the other smirked at his back - Changshik pulled him along to stand beside the table.

Letting go, he grabbed one of the many drinks off of the table and popped the tab. Surprised, Junsu jumped as another chair was placed beside him. Looking over with interest as Dong Wook took a seat, he nudged Yoochun, diverting the elder's attention from the youngest.

Changshik gulped down half of the grape soda before slamming it down onto the wooden surface and letting himself be pulled into Dong Wook's lap, intent on glaring at Yoochun.

"Hyung!" Changmin greeted, smiling.

"Min," he returned with a tight nod.

Dong Wook sipped at the half empty can of grape soda Changshik had abandoned.

"Why are you here, hyung? You're usually home around this time," Changmin scrunched his face up for a second before it dawned on him. "Oh! Hyung forgot something, didn't he?"

"Yeah..." Changshik continued to glare at Yoochun, who stood his ground and stared right back. "The grocery list. Come on," he rose. "Let's go get it."

Shrugging, both Dong Wook and Junsu gathered the rest of the snacks before following the three out.

Once they disappeared, the whispers began.

"Who was that guy? He's not from our school. Is Kim Jaejoong two-timing Yunho oppa? How many guys does he have?"

***

Changshik glared and slammed the locker door shut and kicked it. Dong Wook leaned against a locker at the other side of the hall and opened the last bag of chips, offering them to the rest of the audience. Yoochun and Junsu accepted, passing them around amongst themselves.

"Hyung, the notebook isn't going to magically appear when it wasn't there the first time you looked," Changmin said, halting the angry Changshik before he put a dent in the metal. "Maybe its in the Lost and Found. Jae hyung must have forgotten it in one of his classes."

Opening the locker one last time, Changshik raised a brow a the envelope that slipped out from between two textbooks.

"Come on, hyung," Changmin turned and headed down the hall. "The Lost and Found's in the student council room."

Bending down quickly to pick up the sealed blank envelope, Changshik grunted.

"Fine."

A/N: This is only part one because I'm too tired to finish the rest of the chapter. But I'm sure you all can see where this is going. And if you read the preview I posted... a long time ago, you'll know exactly what happens. This chapter didn't have much changed, unlike that last chapter.

This fic is turning into a drama script...

edit: new character charts.

If anyone would like to give me some better pictures, I'd appreciate it. Better yet, make one for me.

When You're Sick and Can't Get Up: Chapter 13

Sat, 09 Feb 2008 05:42:00 GMT

Chapter 13

"Now, the first order of business, how many people have been nominated?"

"A total of 18 students, five of which aren't seniors," Ryeowook rolled his eyes. "Of course, just like every other year, the student body did not grasp the concept that is 'You are only allowed to vote for a senior for the Mr. Seoul Contest,' Hell, its even says so on the poster," for emphasis, he stabbed his finger down on said poster laying on the long conference table.

"Hmmph," Shiwon tapped his fingers on the surface of the table, "Who were the underclassmen, this time?"

Flipping through student records, Ryeowook listed each male's profiles.

"Kim Hyun Joon, Nickname: Cute Boy, Birthday: August 3rd, Height: 180 cm, Weight: 68 kg, Blood Type: O

Kim Youngwoon, Nickname: Kangin, Birthday: January 17th, Height: 181 cm, Weight: 70 kg, Blood Type: O

Oh Wonbin, Birthday: March 26th, Height: 180 cm, Weight: 63 kg, Blood Type: O

Shim Changmin, Birthday: February 18th, Height: 186 cm, Weight: 61 kg, Blood Type: B

Last but not least,

Kwon Ji Yong, Nickname: G-Dragon, Birthday: August 18th, Height: 170cm, Weight: 54kg, Blood Type: A"

"Isn't Shim Changmin the little brother of Kim Jaejoong? The pretty boy dating Yunho?" asked their secretary, Tae Yeon.

"Well," Soon Kyu sniffed, "I wouldn't be surprised if it was that idiot that put his little brother's name in there. I can't believe Yunho oppa would choose a guy like him over a nice girl like me."

"Oh, shut up, have you seen Jaejoong oppa?" Tae Yeon snapped. "He is so much prettier than you are, and he has a nice quiet personality. He's perfect for Yunho oppa. And didn't you hear the afternoon announcements, today? Yoochun confessed to Changmin over the PA. A cute kid like that must have a wonderful older brother."

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"Where are we going?"

Pulling Jaejoong along by the hand, Yunho paused at a red light. Turning to face him, he smiled, "Out."

"Oh, alright."

Yunho laughed, "You know, you're really cute."

Blushing, Jaejoong looked down at the cracks in the sidewalk, "No, I'm not."

"Right," Yunho leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, making Jaejoong jerk his hand away to touch the side of his face, eyes wide.

"What was that for?"

Grinning, Yunho stepped off the curb as the light turned green and shrugged, "Just felt like it. Are you coming?"

With a little surprised hop, Jaejoong rushed to Yunho, clutching at his arm.

***********************

"Come on," Dong Wook grabbed Changshik's elbow and pulled him towards his car.

"The fuck!?" he yanked his arm away and turned back towards his gang, yelling, "Yah! you bastards better not say shit like that again!" He readjusted his shirt and turned back to Dong Wook, "Who do you think you are? Pulling me around like that?"

Rolling his eyes, Dong Wook shoved his hands into his pockets and crossed the street. "I was getting you out of a fight. And besides, aren't you supposed to hold hands when crossing the street?"

Changshik snorted, "Are you serious? What if you got hit, I'm not going to get run over along with you, its an 'Every man for himself' world."

Now it was Dong Wook's turn to snort. Smirking, he opened the driver's side door and climbed into his car, "Is that why you always call me to take you places? With my car?"

Slamming his door shut, Changshik glared as he buckled his seatbelt, "Shut up, you're younger, you're supposed to do this for your hyung."

"Right, so where am I chauffeuring you to, this fine day, sir?"

"Cut the crap," Changshik crossed his arms, "I want to go to the park."

"Right," Dong Wook grinned and revved up the engine, "Then, to the park, we go."

********************

"That was a mistake on his part," Soon Kyu flipped her hair behind her in irritation. "Yoochun oppa probably did that on a dare. Besides, I still think that little idiot Kim Jaejoong," she spat his name out as if it were poison, "Put Shim Changmin's name into the voting box. I even think that Shim Changmin is smarter than his hyung."

She stood up, suddenly, "I'm going to get some writing samples from his locker and prove it," she nodded decisively and made for the door.

"No no no and no," Shiwon quickly stepped in front of her, blocking her way out.

"What?!" she set her hands on her hips and glared at him.

Shiwon raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms, "Excuse me?"

Taking a step back, Soon Kyu sniffed and turned away. Spotting their gopher in the corner, busy reading some book or other, she called him over.

"Yah! Kim Kibum!"

Looking up, the bespectacled boy set his book aside and stood, walking over to the pair at the door. "Yes?"

"Go to Kim Jaejoong's and Shim Changmin's lockers and grab a notebook or something with their handwriting."

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"I really don't like heights."

"Oh," Yunho looked down, away from the small roller coaster that was the main attraction of the small carnival.

"Its okay," Jaejoong patted his arm, "You can go, I'll wait for you."

Discreetly, Yunho looked around, taking note of the many people checking his Jaejoong out. He was not leaving his boyfriend vulnerable to indecent come ons from strangers.

Smiling reassured, Yunho turned to Jaejoong, "No, that's alright, let's go play some of the games."

Eyes lighting up, the elder looked at him in eager anticipation, "Really? I want to play the knock the bottles down game."

Laughing at his childishness, Yunho took his hand, "Alright, anything you want, love."

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Changmin sat stiffly at the edge of his chair. He was in the library, waiting for Yoochun, who was late. Of course, at a critical time like this, when the confessee is waiting for the confessor while withstanding the menacing glares from every direction. He really didn't like how half of the female student population was packed into the large library just to glare at him and mutter behind their hands about how he'd 'stolen' their 'precious Yoochun oppa!'

Yoochun was going to take responsibility for his present situation and Changmin was going to make sure of that.

He smirked when he heard their voices, Junsu got dragged along, did he? Well, Changmin would just have to make sure he wasn't hurt in the process. He was standing and about to turn and beat Yoochun to the ground when he smelled it. Food. Glorious food. Chunnie hyung was coming through the library door with pastries. A great variety, from what he could discern. He was hungry, of course he was, he'd been somewhat put off from his food at lunch when all the mean looks started. Well, if Yoochun thought he could be bought with food, he was right.

Spinning around with one of the happiest smiles he'd ever smiled, (there was that time when Jae hyung spoiled him with cake for a whole weekend because he was trying to perfect his devil's food cake recipe) Changmin ran over to greet Yoochun at the door with a hug.

"Chunnie hyung!" Grabbing the large paper bag filled with baked treats and grabbing hold of Yoochun's hand, he dragged him over to his table.

"Sit," he pushed the elder into a chair and sat beside him, patting the chair on his other side and motioned for Junsu to sit as well.

"Heeeeeyy, Changmin..." Yoochun fidgeted in his chair and watched as his crush dug into the bag with a gusto. Junsu just stared.

"Ummm, about what happened this afternoon, I was hoping-"

"Yes."

"What?"

There was a collective gasp from the surrounding tables, shelves and the ceiling.

"The answer is 'Yes,' and you're forgiven," Changmin smiled at his newly acquired boyfriend and leaned over, kissing his cheek softly. "Thank you for the food, Chunnie hyung."

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"I really don't think this is appropriate..."

"Shut up, you," Soon Kyu snapped at Kibum.

The student council stared at the two spiral bound college ruled red and black notebooks on the conference table. Ryeowook sighed and reached for the red notebook titled 'Humanities: Property of Shim Changmin.'

"Let's get this over with, Soon Kyu."

Placing the crinkled square of paper on the desk beside both notebooks, Soon Kyu nodded.

Tae Yeon sighed, her expression grim.

Kibum sat down across from the crowded side of the table and lay his head down on his crossed arms and closed his eyes.

Student council is too stressful. Why didn't I just sign up for the photo club? So tired...

"You see!" Soon Kyu exclaimed, pointing at the open black notebook and the slip of paper. "This is Kim Jaejoong's handwriting. Flipping through the black notebook quickly, she continued to exclaim loudly.

"You see! Its the same! I told you that Kim Jaejoong was stupid!" she laughed, pushing the notebook off of the desk in contempt.

The rest of the student council glared at her as loose leaf pages spilled out.

"Ummm, sorry..."

Sighing, Ryeowook knelt and gathered the papers together.

Placing everything he'd retrieved on the table, he stepped back and said, "It doesn't matter who nominated him, he's still-"

Rifling through the papers, Tae Yeon interrupted. "But, we get to see what that cutie Shim Changmin eats!" she waved a grocery list in the air.

"...As I was saying," Ryeowook continued, ignoring the two girls who pored over the shopping list. "He's still not a senior. It makes no difference."

"...There are three different handwritings on this list." Soon Kyu said slowly, peering at the paper.

"And its not Yunho oppa's handwriting! I know Yunho oppa's handwriting! That Kim Jaejoong isn't only an idiot, he's a cheater, too!"

***

"What would you like me to win for you?"

"Hmmm," Jaejoong tapped his chin in thought, Yunho couldn't help but think such a serious expression was just too cute for the fairer male. "The panda."

"Alright," Yunho paid for five baseballs and threw them all in a row, missing the last two bottles by only a cm each.

"Damn."

Laughing, Jaejoong ran his hand over Yunho's arm in sympathy.

"Its okay, you tried."

Yunho stared into Jaejoong's eyes, which glowed with happiness, and got lost in them. He wanted to kiss him, then and there.

"Hey."

Yunho started and glared at the attendant behind the counter.

"You want to try?" he asked, indicating Jaejoong with a jerk of his chin.

"I... Alright, why not," Jaejoong reached his hand into his pocket but stopped when Yunho paid for his five baseballs.

With a grateful smile, Jaejoong accepted the baseball handed to him. He closed one eye pulled his arm back and threw it straight into the center of the cluster of weighted milk bottles.

Jaejoong gasped with pleasure as the bottles toppled off of their stand. He covered his mouth with a hand and laughed breathlessly.

"Oh," he blinked in confusion, looking at Yunho, who held him by the shoulders.

"Yunho?"

"You're amazing," Yunho leaned in. Jaejoong's eyes fluttered shut.

***

"Wait, we shouldn't do this," Changshik grabbed Dong Wook's hands to stop their roaming.

"What?" Dong Wook, with lips on the other's chest, mumbled. "You mean the sex in the backseat of my car in an isolated area of the largest park in Seoul? Its not like we've never done this. Well, the sex in the backseat of my car part, we've never done it in the park, before. We can go somewhere else if you want."

"No," Changshik gasped as Dong Wook's tongue flicked out and lapped at his pierced nipple. "That's not it."

"No?" Dong Wook trailed kisses down to the waistband of his pants. "Then what is?"

"Its just that, today is Jae hyung's turn to buy groceries and I was just worrying he might forget," he lifted his hips as Dong Wook pulled his boxers off along with his pants.

Crawling up, Dong Wook settled himself between his lover's legs and planted a kiss on his lips. "You worry too much."

"Hmmph, if it weren't for me, who would worry? Its the middle child's job to make sure everyone else's lives are easy," Changshik tilted his head back to let Dong Wook access to his neck.

Nipping and licking his way back down Changshik's body, Dong Wook smiled into his stomach. "Hmmm, why did you ask me if I liked you at lunch, today?"

Wiggling up so his back was against the car door and not flat on the car seats, Changshik wrapped his right leg around Dong Wook and reached his arm out to pet his hair.

"No reason."

"Hmmmm," Dong Wook crawled up again and ground his pant-clad pelvis into Changshik's groin.

"Oooohhhh." Changshik whimpered.

Smirking, Dong Wook whispered into his ear, "You know, I don't think I like you. I think I love you."

***

"I cannot believe that little-"

"Soon Kyu!" Shiwon yelled.

"Yunho oppa needs to be told about that little trick's tricks!" she stamped her foot.

"You don't even know if its true," Ryeowook sighed. "You're just making assumptions. There must be a reasonable explanation for it."

"There is!" she shouted. "He's not only a cheater, but they must also be living together!"

***

Yunho kissed him. With passion and a great deal of tongue. Jaejoong trembled beneath his mouth, his hands clutching tightly at Yunho's shirt. When they parted, Yunho stroked his cheek lovingly as they caught their breaths. Jaejoong stayed crushed to Yunho's chest, out of balance.

A cough brought them back to reality.

Blushing, Jaejoong moved away from Yunho and bowed at the attendant, apologizing. Yunho wanted to do nothing more than strangle the man.

"Sorry."

"Its okay, just... What prize do you want?"

Before he could answer, his cell phone rang, the rocky TRAX ringtone blaring. Jaejoong fumbled to get his phone out of his pocket.

Slinging an arm around Jaejoong's shoulder, Yunho answered for him, "The panda."

***

Changshik pushed him away, angrily. "What the fuck?!" he yelled, enraged.

"What?" Dong Wook was confused. One minute, he had his lover under him, moaning. The next minute, Changshik was pulling his pants back on.

"Why did you have to say that?! It was fine that you liked me. Hell, I could even say I liked you, but then you go and ruin it with that damn love word!" Shoving Dong Wook further back, Changshik stumbled out of the car and slammed the door.

Cursing, Dong Wook grabbed his shirt and went after him.

***

"Chunnie hyung... I really don't think that's how you solve that particular problem." Changmin mumbled around a mouthful of double chunk chocolate chip cookie.

"Yeah Chunnie hyung," Junsu piped up, leaning his head on his crossed arms and smiling charmingly Yoochun.

He received a glare in return.

Leaning in closer to the youngest, Yoochun slid his notebook over and wrapped an arm around him.

"So, show me how."

Pushing his bag of cookies away, Changmin picked up the pencil and began the solution, all the while sucking the crumbs from his fingers.

Yoochun stared. He slowly raised his hand from Changmin's shoulder and slowly began to stroke the other's hair, his eyes intent on that cute face.

Junsu rolled his eyes.

"You see," Changmin broke Yoochun out of his trance. "You start by factoring, then plugging in these numbers..."

Blinking, Yoochun nodded absently.

Junsu turned away and pretended to gag.

Yoochun flipped him off and threw his wallet at him.

Smiling, Junsu pulled a few bills from the sewn leather and stood.

"I'm going to get some drinks. Requests?"

Glancing up from the paper, Changmin smiled.

"Orange juice, fruit punch, ginger ale, cherry coke and iced tea, please!"

Yoochun just shook his head and made a shooing motion.

Smirking, Junsu waved and turned away.

"So then when you divide this by the derivative..."

***

Changshik quickly buttoned up his pants and shrugged his shirt on before pulling out his phone. Speed dialing his hyung, he held his phone up to his ear and tapped his foot impatiently as it rang. Hearing his hyung's familiar voice, he ignored Dong Wook's presence at his back.

"Hyung, did you do the grocery shopping yet? I think I want some duck eggs, too. Oh, you forgot your notebook? Hmm, no its okay, I'll get it. You have fun with Yunho."

Pressing the end call button, Changshik slipped his phone into his pocket and turned, stubbornly avoiding Dong Wook's gaze. Brushing past his... classmate, he headed for the car, ready to sit and glare at the world as was his specialty.

A/N: I am working on finishing chapter 14. There will be a lot of awesome scenes coming.

Aaaaannnnnddddd

I'll be making a character chart or something.

Just felt like it...

I'll do that today. I think.

Here they are... That is the extent of my PS skills.

One Person, Two People

Tue, 15 Jan 2008 20:27:58 GMT

This is a rewrite of Play, Pause, Stop.

At the time, when I wrote it, I’d never finished a worthwhile fic and felt like I needed to end that series of one-shots. But, because of wings_strength9’s comment, I reread that last one-shot and realized just how unsatisfied I was with the way it ended. Short, sudden and not at all tying up various loose ends. Nor did it convey the emotions that were needed in order to end it so soon.

I deleted a whole scene, and added a revised deleted scene, as well as writing a bit more. Now, its no longer a series of one-shots, instead, its more of a three-part fic. I hope you guys enjoy it and forget my first attempt at this… chapter.

You blow on the noodles for a moment before stuffing the chopstickful into your mouth. Swirling the noodles around in the soup as you chew, you stare forlornly at the tabletop.

You've calmed down considerably since talking with Shindong and Donghae. You wish they hadn't seen that side of you but you suppose it was a necessary evil. Living in a foreign country with a confusing language made you seem docile, mild mannered when in reality you were not. But this time, the words had come unbidden, the message simple and clear.

You regret that anger, now. No matter the offense, anger would only worsen the situation. Your stomach churns as you think back to that scene outside your bedroom. You feel sick, now, your stomach shrunken from so long without food and the noodles too much to handle all at once. Your world is out of focus, skewed with tumbling emotions.

You sigh, unable to finish your food, now. Not when you had to clear the air of this tension and make sure your favorite ramen didn't go to waste.

You go out into the living room, where the yelling had occurred, where the anger lingered around the three that sat stock still on the couch where you'd left them. You venture forth with your cup of noodles and set it on the glass coffee table, avoiding their gazes as you kneel in front of them and cross your legs beneath you.

You can feel their unease and see their fidgeting out of the corner of your eye.

"I... I shouldn't have yelled at you guys. I'm sorry," you say quietly.

They stay silent -good, they're cooperating, you think- and you push the cup of noodles across the table towards them.

"And... I can't finish my noodles."

Heechul ge snorts at that and grabs the cup swiftly, "That's pathetic, Hankyung. Making a dramatic exit and then coming back because you can't finish your noodles."

You smile and laugh weakly, "Thanks, hyung."

He slurps down the noodles and chugs the soup in a matter of seconds and stands, announcing, "I'm going out. don't fuck up anymore while I'm gone," before flying out the door with a slam, leaving the three of you staring after him.

You sigh and get up, retrieving the empty cup he'd left on the table and crossing into the kitchen to dispose of it.

As you turn around to go back, you hear and feel a stampede of feet. At the doorway, you see the rest of the members grabbing at shoes, the front door wide open. Yesung spots you first.

"We're just going out, hyung," he says, sprinting out the door with greater speed than you'd thought he possessed. The others smile weakly at you before following his example, Sungmin and Eunhyuk don't even put their shoes on before they're out the door.

You sigh - at least they remembered to close the door- and take a seat on the opposite couch, finally looking at the other two.

Eeteuk ge is wringing his hands as he looks at you worriedly. Kangin moves to make obvious the amount of space separating them and clutches his hands still, balancing them on his knees.

You fold your arms on the arm of the couch and rest your head on them, watching them silently.

"So... talk."

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You open your eyes when you hear a knock on your door.

"Come in," you call from your bed and turn around to turn down the volume on your speakers. Turning back you see Kangin at your door, his hand clutching the door so hard you think it might snap at any moment.

Sighing internally, you lay back against your pillows and cover your eyes with a hand.

"Yes?"

"Do you love Shiwon, now?"

Sitting up in disbelief, you cross your legs under you and stare at him incredulously.

"What?"

He shuts the door behind him without breaking eye contact with you and comes to the edge of the bed. "I just saw that Chinese show you were on with him. Ever since you came back, you've been happier. Do you love him, now?"

"Did you also see that show with me and the duck? Besides, what does it matter to you, anyway?" you lay back down and close your eyes.

"Don't you love me anymore?" his voice is soft, small.

"...Should I love you still?"

"Han-"

"Go away," you lean over to your desk and turn up the volume.

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You've taken to walking to that park every night, with your ear buds in, the music blaring. Eeteuk ge follows you, always a good distance behind, worried but not wishing to intrude. He stays at the edge of the wood chipped area that is holds the swing sets.

You wish he wouldn't do that, it makes you nervous. You know he's sorry. You know both of them regret that spur of the moment action.

But could you really trust him, now, after all that? Could you trust either of them?

Have you ever truly trusted anyone?

No, distrust had stemmed from childhood, memories of parents spooning potato soup into your bowl and saying, "Geng, eat all of your soup, its good for you. You'll like it." You remember eagerly shoving a cube of potato into your mouth, the feeling of the sand like grains rubbing against the roof of your mouth. Bland and mashed, you hated potatoes ever since. Just like you hated mushrooms and apricots.

Memories of being gifted toys in the schoolyard, only to have the giver take them back the next day in a fit of childishness. Being stood up. Having friends tell you, you don't stand a chance in Korea.

But, then again, you're awfully famous, now. And no one can make you eat potatoes or mushrooms or apricots. And Youngwoon had had never stood you up. Perhaps you can afford to trust a little.

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He's sitting on the couch, not really paying attention to the soccer game playing on the TV, face glum.

You put your shoes away and go sit next to him, resting your head on his shoulder.

He's unsure at first, but gingerly puts his arm around you and doesn't ask you about your sudden change in heart.

A/N: The deleted scene was the opening scene. It began as a scene where, after giving Donghae and Shindong the noodles, Han Geng goes back to the kitchen, eat his noodles, and makes noodles for Kangin, Eeteuk and Heechul. When they’ve eaten half of it, a bit scared, Han Geng starts laughing like a maniac and says he spit in them. It was meant to show how much Kangin cheating on him hurt, but it only turned into him looking as if he’d gone insane. And that just wasn’t very realistic.

You can tell I revised it quite a bit.

Twice

Mon, 19 Nov 2007 20:05:03 GMT

Second installment of my Henry fic. Still in second person. Tell me what you think. My second person isn't always the greatest...

Twice

It was snowing, cold seeping though the thin glass of the cafe windows to be defeated by the warmth. A harsh breeze entered the small cafe each time the door was opened, the cold hurriedly rushing in, as if it, too, wished to sit and sip tea while staring out the window at the dark streets, lazing the day away.

You know its warmer upstairs, but there're too many people, too many voices. You glance outside, watching the afternoon turn darker, watching the lamplights reflecting off of the snow, watching the shadows that danced over the people walking past, with their hands in their pockets and heads lowered.

You glance over when you notice someone's decided to sit in the table just across from you. Its a kid, probably in high school, huddled in his dark coat with a checkered scarf covering the lower half of his face. He sets his mug down before bending down to place a violin case under the table. You would have stopped your scrutiny there if he hadn't pulled his chair out with a loud screech.

There aren't enough people around to care, but he lowers his head in embarrassment, his hair obscuring his face completely. He jerks his head around quickly and you think it best not to have him see you staring. You look down at your tea and stir the spoon around. You might have forgotten about him, then, but you turn back when you hear a gasp and a clunk of the mug against the table. He's kissing the window, both hands pressed against the glass beneath his head.

After a few moments, he pulls away with a small sigh. You can't help but stare, intrigued and mystified. He looks outside as one gloved hand fans his puckered lips. You realize he'd burned himself with the hot liquid and let out a soft laugh. He looks up at you in shock and covers his mouth with both hands, his cheeks flush in embarrassment.

He's just too cute and you find yourself getting out of your seat and walking over to him, you hand reaching out unconsciously to pull his away. Your thumb traces his lips softly.

"Kenchana?" you ask without thinking.

"Pardon?" you can hear the confusion in his voice.

Silently, you scoff at your own stupidity. This is Paris, you remind yourself.

"Are you alright?" you try again.

"...Yeah."

"Good," and you leave it at that.

407

A/N: The titles actually have nothing to do with the shots. They were supposed to, but as I wrote this second installment, my writing, once again, turned into something else. Its alright, I'll tell you guys my original idea when I finish the last part. It wasn't too different from this, but it snowed today and threw me off.

And, tell me, who do you think is with Henry?

Once

Wed, 14 Nov 2007 10:59:21 GMT

The large square was beginning to fill, small shops closing up as restaurants opened, catering to the numerous tourists who laughed and pointed at every sight, with eyes twinkling in delight like children at play. The women held fast to their partners arms, couples stared into each others' eyes, declarations of love were whispered, spoken, shouted. All carried to your ears by the soft winds. The burnt sun descended in the horizon and as the sky darkened, the street lamps lit up, casting shadows on the cobblestones beneath your feet.

A cool breeze blows past, shaking branches and yanking leaves just as it ruffles your hair. Dried leaves the color of autumn roll and skip across the stone paths and stopping occasionally at dirt, hindered by the trunks of their parents. You blink as dust catches in your eyes, slowing your bow, drawing a keening cry of despair from your violin's strings. Closing your eyes and bowing your head, you continue with the altered song, seemingly unfazed. You hum along quietly to the light notes of a piano emitting from your speakers behind you. Impressed with the sudden change in pace, from energetic to morose, onlookers clapped lightly and tossed a few bills into your open violin case at your feet before moving on, past the fountain where you played.

The shadowed trees that have begun to shed their leaves become skeletal, looming in the night. The air has stilled, silent but for the clicking of women's heels and the clinking of cutlery against porcelain from the softly lit restaurants. You turn off your speakers and mp3 player, stuffing them into your backpack. Taking out small tea light candles, you set them on the edge of the fountain where your speakers had just resided. Placing a few in a circle around you, you light them with some matches, warding off the rest of the darkness that had crept closer, undaunted by the glow from the large windows of glass.

The stainless steel of your broken watch glinted and flashed in the candlelight as you pulled your bow across the strings.

Paris turns silent to hear you play.

A/N:

inspiration: henry lau, dbsk's o mv, lovers in paris drama, daisies movie and french fries.

another attempt at second person.

help, henry x who?

this didn't turn out the way it was supposed to...

another 3 part fic.

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WYSaCGU CHapters 13 + 14 preview

Sun, 04 Nov 2007 04:12:18 GMT

Chapter 13

"Now, the first order of business, how many people have been nominated?"

"A total of 18 students, five of which aren't seniors," Ryeowook rolled his eyes. "Of course, just like every other year, the student body did not grasp the concept that is 'You are only allowed to vote for a senior for the Mr. Seoul Contest,' Hell, its even says so on the poster," for emphasis, he stabbed his finger down on said poster laying on the long conference table.

"Hmmph," Shiwon tapped his fingers on the suface of the table, "Who were the underclassmen, this time?"

Flipping through student records, Ryeowook listed each male's profiles.

"Kim Hyun Joon, Nickname: Cute Boy, Birthday: August 3rd, Height: 180 cm, Weight: 68 kg, Blood Type: O

Kim Youngwoon, Nickname: Kangin, Birthday: January 17th, Height: 181 cm, Weight: 70 kg, Blood Type: O

Oh Wonbin, Birthday: March 26th, Height: 180 cm, Weight: 63 kg, Blood Type: O

Shim Changmin, Birthday: February 18th, Height: 186 cm, Weight: 61 kg, Blood Type: B

Last but not least,

Kwon Ji Yong, Nickname: G-Dragon, Birthday: August 18th, Height: 170cm, Weight: 54kg, Blood Type: A"

"Isn't Shim Changmin the little brother of Kim Jaejoong? The pretty boy dating Yunho?" asked their secretary, Tae Yeon.

"Well," Soon Kyu sniffed, "I wouldn't be surprised if it was that idiot that put his little brother's name in there. I can't believe Yunho oppa would choose a guy like him over a nice girl like me."

"Oh, shut up, have you seen Jaejoong oppa?" Tae Yeon snapped. "He is so much prettier than you are, and he has a nice quiet personality. He's perfect for Yunho oppa. And didn't you hear the afternoon announcements, today? Yoochun confessed to Changmin over the PA. A cute kid like that must have a wonderful older brother."

******************************

"Where are we going?"

Pulling Jaejoong along by the hand, Yunho paused at a red light. Turning to face him, he smiled, "Out."

"Oh, alright."

Yunho laughed, "You know, you're really cute."

Blushing, Jaejoong looked down at the cracks in the sidewalk, "No, I'm not."

"Right," Yunho leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, making Jaejoong jerk his hand away to touch the side of his face, eyes wide.

"What was that for?"

Grinning, Yunho stepped off the curb as the light turned green and shrugged, "Just felt like it. Are you coming?"

With a little surprised hop, Jaejoong rushed to Yunho, clutching at his arm.

***********************

"Come on," Dong Wook grabbed Changshik's elbow and pulled him towards his car.

"The fuck!?" he yanked his arm away and turned back towards his gang, yelling, "Yah! you bastards better not say shit like that again!" He readjusted his shirt and turned back to Dong Wook, "Who do you think you are? Pulling me around like that?"

Rolling his eyes, Dong Wook shoved his hands into his pockets and crossed the street. "I was getting you out of a fight. And besides, Aren't you supposed to hold hands when crossing the street?"

Changshik snorted, "Are you serious? What if you got hit, I'm not going to get run over along with you, its an 'Every man for himself' world."

Now it was Dong Wook's turn to snort. Smirking, he opened the driver's side door and climbed into his car, "Is that why you always call me to take you places? With my car?"

Slamming his door shut, Changshik glared as he buckled his seatbelt, "Shut up, you're younger, you're supposed to do this for your hyung."

"Right, so where am I chauffeuring you to, this fine day, sir?"

"Cut the crap," Changshik crossed his arms, "I want to go to the park."

"Right," Dong Wook grinned and revved up the engine, "Then, to the park, we go."

********************

"That was a mistake on his part," Soon Kyu flipped her hair behind her in irritation. "Yoochun oppa probably did that on a dare. Besides, I still think that little idiot Kim Jaejoong," she spat his name out as if it were poison, "Put Shim Changmin's name into the voting box. I even think that Shim Changmin is smarter than his hyung."

She stood up, suddenly, "I'm going to get some writing samples from his locker and prove it," she nodded decisively and made for the door.

"No no no and no," Shiwon quickly stepped in front of her, blocking her way out.

"What?!" she set her hands on her hips and glared at him.

Shiwon raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms, "Excuse me?"

Taking a step back, Soon Kyu sniffed and turned away. Spotting their gopher in the corner, busy reading some book or other, she called him over.

"Yah! Kim Kibum!"

Looking up, the bespecled boy set his book aside and stood, walking over to the pair at the door. "Yes?"

"Go to Kim Jaejoong's and Shim Changmin's lockers and grab a notebook or something with their handwriting."

********************

"I really don't like heights."

"Oh," Yunho looked down, away from the small roller coaster that was the main attraction of the small carnival.

"Its okay," Jaejoong patted his arm, "You can go, I'll wait for you."

Discreetly, Yunho looked around, taking note of the many people checking his Jaejoong out. He was not leaving his boyfriend vulnerable to indecent come ons from strangers.

Smiling reassured, Yunho turned to Jaejoong, "No, that's alright, let's go play some of the games."

Eyes lighting up, the elder looked at him in eager anticipation, "Really? I want to play the knock the bottles down game."

Laughing at his childishness, Yunho took his hand, "Alright, anything you want, love."

**************************

Changmin sat stiffly at the edge of his chair. He was in the library, waiting for Yoochun, who was late. Of course, at a critical time like this, when the confessee is waiting for the confessor while withstanding the menacing glares from every direction. He really didn't like how half of the female student population was packed into the large library just to glare at him and mutter behind their hands about how he'd 'stolen' their 'precious Yoochun oppa!'

Yoochun was going to take responsibility for his present situation and Changmin was going to make sure of that.

He smirked when he heard their voices, Junsu got dragged along, did he? Well, Changmin would just have to make sure he wasn't hurt in the process. He was standing and about to turn and beat Yoochun to the ground when he smelled it. Food. Glorious food. Chunnie hyung was coming through the library door with pastries. A great variety, from what he could discern. He was hungry, of course he was, he'd been somewhat put off from his food at lunch when all the mean looks started. Well, if Yoochun thought he could be bought with food, he was right.

Spinning around with one of the happiest smiles he'd ever smiled, (there was that time when Jae hyung spoiled him with cake for a whole weekend because he was trying to perfect his devil's food cake recipe) Changmin ran over to greet Yoochun at the door with a hug.

"Chunnie hyung!" Grabbing the large paper bag filled with baked treats and grabbing hold of Yoochun's hand, he dragged him over to his table.

"Sit," he pushed the elder into a chair and sat beside him, patting the chair on his other side and motioned for Junsu to sit as well.

"Heeeeeyy, Changmin..." Yoochun fidgeted in his chair and watched as his crush dug into the bag with a gusto. Junsu just stared.

"Ummm, about what happened this afternoon, I was hoping-"

"Yes."

"What?"

There was a collective gasp from the surrounding tables, shelves and the ceiling.

"The answer is 'Yes,' and you're forgiven," Changmin smiled at his newly acquired boyfriend and leaned over, kissing his cheek softly. "Thank you for the food, Chunnie hyung."

*************************

"I really don't think this is appropriate..."

"Shut up, you," Soon Kyu snapped at Kibum.

"

they look over the stuff

find three handwritings on the grocery list, so go to get yunho's notebook.

***

"What would you like me to win for you?"

"Hmmm," Jaejoong tapped his chin in thought, Yunho couldn't help but think such a serious expression was just too cute for the fairer male. "The panda."

"Alright," Yunho paid for five baseballs and threw them all in a row, missing the last two bottles by only a cm each.

"Damn."

Laughing, Jaejoong ran his hand over Yunho's arm in sympathy.

"Its okay, you tried."

Yunho stared into Jaejoong's eyes, which glowed with happiness, and got lost in them. He wanted to kiss him, then and there.

"Hey."

Yunho started and glared at the attendant behind the counter.

"You want to try?" he asked, indicating Jaejoong with a jerk of his chin.

"I... Alright, why not," Jaejoong reached his hand into his pocket but stopped when Yunho paid for his five baseballs.

With a grateful smile, Jaejoong accepted the baseball handed to him. He closed one eye pulled his arm back and threw it straight into the center of the cluster of weighted milk bottles.

Jaejoong gasped with pleasure as the bottles toppled off of their stand. He covered his mouth with a hand and laughed breathlessly.

"Oh," he blinked in confusion, looking at Yunho, who held him by the shoulders.

"Yunho?"

"You're amazing," Yunho leaned in. Jaejoong's eyes fluttered shut.

***

"Wait, we shouldn't do this," Changshik grabbed Dong Wook's hands to stop their roaming.

"What?" Dong Wook, with lips on the other's chest, mumbled. "You mean the sex in the backseat of my car in an isolated area of the largest park in Seoul? Its not like we've never done this. Well, the sex in the backseat of my car part, we've never done it in the park, before. We can go somewhere else if you want."

"No," Changshik gasped as Dong Wook's tongue flicked out and lapped at his pierced nipple. "That's not it."

"No?" Dong Wook trailed kisses down to the waistband of his pants. "Then what is?"

"Its just that, today is Jae hyung's turn to buy groceries and I was just worrying he might forget," he lifted his hips as Dong Wook pulled his boxers off along with his pants.

Crawling up, Dong Wook settled himself between his lover's legs and planted a kiss on his lips. "You worry too much."

"Hmmph, if it weren't for me, who would worry? Its the middle child's job to make sure everyone else's lives are easy," Changshik tilted his head back to let Dong Wook access to his neck.

Nipping and licking his way back down Changshik's body, Dong Wook smiled into his stomach. "Hmmm, why did you ask me if I liked you at lunch, today?"

Wiggling up so his back was against the car door and not flat on the car seats, Changshik wrapped his right leg around Dong Wook and reached his arm out to pet his hair.

"No reason."

"Hmmmm," Dong Wook crawled up again and ground his pant-clad pelvis into Changshik's groin.

"Oooohhhh." Changshik whimpered.

Smirking, Dong Wook whispered into his ear, "You know, I don't think I like you. I think I love you."

***

get yunho's notebook, the handwriting is too messy to be his, so they come to the conclusion that jae is cheating on yunho.

tae yeon defends jae, though... but

***

Yunho kissed him. With passion and a great deal of tongue. Jaejoong trembled beneath his mouth, his hands clutching tightly at Yunho's shirt. When they parted, Yunho stroked his cheek lovingly as they caught their breaths. Jaejoong stayed crushed to Yunho's chest, out of balance.

A cough brought them back to reality.

Blushing, Jaejoong moved away from Yunho and bowed at the attendant, apologizing. Yunho wanted to do nothing more than strangle the man.

"Sorry."

"Its okay, just... What prize do you want?"

Before he could answer, his cell phone rang, the rocky TRAX ringtone blaring. Jaejoong fumbled to get his phone out of his pocket.

Slinging an arm around Jaejoong's shoulder, Yunho answered for him, "The panda."

***

Changshik pushed him away, angrily. "What the fuck?!" he yelled, enraged.

"What?" Dong Wook was confused. One minute, he had his lover under him, moaning. The next minute, Changshik was pulling his pants back on.

"Why did you have to say that?! It was fine that you liked me. Hell, I could even say I liked you, but then you go and ruin it with that damn love word!" Shoving Dong Wook further back, Changshik stumbled out of the car and slammed the door.

Cursing, Dong Wook grabbed his shirt and went after him.

***

Do some Yoomin. with awesome xiah moments.

***

changshik calls jae

and jae doesn't have the list.

blah blah blah

Chapter 14

***

changshik and co. go to get jae's notebook. its not in his locker, so they go to the lost and found, which is where the student council is. but before they get there, shiki finds a card in the locker and opens it in the room as changmin is looking for the notebook, he finds it when shiki reads it and then...

"Who the fuck is Kim Kibum?"

dragging out.

"What the fuck is this?" Changshik held up the card, his eyes hard.

Kibum blinked, "I... have no i-"

"Don't give me that bullshit!" Changshik exploded, grabbing the shorter boy by the collar.

Yoochun gave Changmin a questioning look, which was answered with a noncommittal shrug.

Changshik shoved Kibum to the grass and opened the card. He began to read.

"Dear Jaejoong sunbae, You don't know me, but I know you. I've been watching you from afar and wanted you to know," Changshik paused and glared at the frightened kid trying to crabwalk backwards away from him. Kibum froze.

"I just want you to know, that I am deeply in love with you. There are no words to describe what I feel, blah, blah, blah, blah," Changshik threw the card over his shoulder and knelt down until he was eye level with the student council gopher.

Other students were watching, now. Drawn by the shouts, the training students from the afterschool sports clubs gathered around to watch the confrontation.

Changshik sighed and reached his hand out to stroke Kibum's cheek. Trailing a finger along his jaw, he paused

SMACK!

and backhanded Kibum across the face.

Kibum cried out, sprawled on the school lawn, a hand over his cheek. Gasps could be heard all across the school yard.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?!" Changshik yelled, furious.

Straightening up and standing back, he yanked his foot back, ready to deliver a hard kick into his victim's stomach. Changmin winced and hid his face in Yoochun's shoulder but before Changshik's foot connected, Dong Wook grabbed him from behind and yanked him back.

"Let me go," Changshik growled. "I'm going to beat the crap out of this little peice of shit."

"Now, now, pet," Dong Wook said soothingly. "We can't have him going to the hospital for a ruptured stomach, now can we?"

Shruging the offending hands off of his person, Changshik snorted and straightened his shirt. "Fine."

"Oh my god! What are you doing?"

All turned to see an anxious bespecacled math teacher with knuckles white, gripping a meterstick, running towards them.

"Fuck," Dong Wook spat.

Changshik grinned and wrenched the meterstick out of the math teacher's sweaty hands.

"Thanks, sam," he gave a salute before spinning around.

Seeing Kibum deperately crawling away, he snarled and brought the meterstick down to crack on his target's shoulder.

"Ahh!" Kibum cried, collapsing on the dirt and cradling his collarbone.

Junsu sqealed and covered his eyes.

There were screams in the background. Girls were crying and the boys were frozen, shocked into fascination. A group of teachers stood at the sidelines and huddled together, knowing they were supposed to stop any further violence, but having no experience of such situations.

"Fuckin' coward, trying to crawl away from a fight," Changshik shouted, bringing the meterstick down against the painblinded student. "A fuckin' coward, just like you couldn't-"

"Fuckin'confess."

CRACK!

"In person!"

CRACK!

Changshik raised the meterstick over his shoulder to deliver yet another blow when Dong Wook grabbed him by the hair.

"Yah! Fucker! Let go!"

"Shhhh," Dong Wook pulled him forcefully into his arms and stroked his back soothingly.

"Remember, pet. No broken bones. You might have to pay his hospital bills," he said.

Changshik stiffened, no longer struggling in his grasp.

After a moment of complete stillness, Dong Wook let go of Changshik and patted him on the shoulder, stepping back.

Kibum whimpered.

The teachers present breathed a collective sigh of relief, thinking the storm had passed.

"FUCK!"

Yoochun jumped, his heart stopping in his chest. He was very scared. Both Junsu and Yoochun hid behind the taller Changmin.

"FUCK!"

Everyone visibly flinched.

"FUCK FUCK FUCK! GODDAMMIT!" Changshik brought the meterstick down over his knee

CRACK!

Kibum covered his head with his hands.

snapping it in two. Flinging the broken peices away, Changshik yanked Kibum to his feet by the collar of his shirt.

"Please! Please!"

Changmin grabbed the math teacher from behind just before the disraught man could reach his hyung.

"Oh god, please don't hit him, again." he whispered.

Changshik didn't hear.

Slamming the shorter boy against a nearby tree, Changshik began shouting in his face.

"Yah! You little shit! You listen, and you listen good!"

He let go and Kibum dropped against the tree, leaning on it for support and staring at his tormenter with pained eyes.

"Tomorrow," Changshik shoved him in the shoulders. Kibum bounced against it with an 'Oomph.'

"You're going to," Changshik pushed his forehead with each word. Kibum's head rolled like a bobblehead doll.

"Confess to my face. Got that?"

Kibum's breathe caught in his throat, he had no idea how to respond to such a command when he'd just been beaten by the guy.

Yoochun's eyes bulged in disbelief. He was afraid Changshik was about to deck the kid.

Dong Wook pulled a lighter out and lit a cigerette.

"Yah! Fucker, answer me!"

Kibum nodded, he didn't want to get hit, again.

"Right, then. YAH!" he turned to the congregation.

Everyone shrank away from him.

Glaring, he eyed the groups one by one.

"You didn't see a thing."

Snickering, Dong Wook slung an arm around Changshik's shoulders and slipped the lit cigerette between the other's lips.

"I love you, man," he laughed, pulling the elder away, towards the parking lot.

Changshik stiffened and Dong Wook pretended not to notice.

Turning, Changshik shouted back at Changmin, Yoochun and Junsu.

"You guys coming?"

***

drag kibum inside.

yunho's dating that thing?!?

student council rage.

they conclude that jae is cheating on yunho with dong wook. they recognize dong wook as the mayor's son, he's only been seen recently on the cf's for his dad's pres campaign.

they decide they can't tell yunho, cause they wouldn't want to get in trouble with the mayor's possibly the pres's son.

***

tension in backseat

minnie finds out that kim kibum the younger, as in the lil bro of hyun joon, also called marumir, is the kim kibum from the letter and not kibummie.

shiki gets pissed

dong wook laughes

and changmin is like 'why are your boxers here, hyung?'

shiwon: 183 cm

shiki: 177 cm

the candidates: jae, shiki, ???, ???, ???

original outline for chapters:

starts with the student council discussing the nominations, they get to changmin's name, commanded to get jae's notebook.

cut to jaeho, stuff maybe date, then oh, grocery shopping, where's the list?

call shiki

then shiki and dong wook

then yoomin studing in library studying and shiki comes in, then almost fight

restrained by dong wook and min

then go to get list from all rooms

cut to council room, discussion of relationships and that there is one extra person's handwriting on the list, so that means that jae is cheating on ho. they decide some people have to follow them around for a bit to find out.

then they chuck it in the lost and found box when they hear shiki's loud voice.

they find it in the box and are leaving.

but there is a letter, and shiki gets mad as hell

drags the pres out and beats him

dong wook makes sure there're no broken bones.

cigerrette scene, shiki says to the pres, 'dude, confess right, tomorrow and you're forgiven, and this never happened, ok?'

they leave, yoomin want to get dropped off, shiki won't let it happen, calls xiah and drop them off at the arcade.

shiki and dong wook go to the flea market, and they're being followed by some of the student council, and dong wook gives a ring to shiki.

find out jae is candiddate, jae finds out shiki is candidate. and then next day, pres confesses.

Note: almost 3,500 words

Fri, 19 Oct 2007 22:24:45 GMT

I've been trying to stop cursing, I really have, but this just cannot be held in. I cannot believe there are idiots out there like this. I thought college was only for smart people. Really. Well, now I know better.

I cannot believe it. I really can't. I mean, shit lines?

'i love your phone, it so sexy.'

'wtf'

'what? jealous?

Ummmm, WHAT THE MOTHER FUCK?

Seriously, oh, and another thing, he tipes lik dis. i meen, r u shitn me?

Cliched confessions? cowardly cliched confessions. Random shit that doesn't pretain to me, but somehow got into his confession?

I mean, wtf? 'I know you've been hurt in the past.,'

WTF?

I've hung out with him how many times? Less than five.

Dude, such few times doesn't constitute any sort of relationship. Hell, not even friendship. Seriously.

WTF could I have said to give him any idea that I've 'been hurt in the past?'

A confession on facebook pm? Are you serious? How much of a coward can you be? He never wrote on my wall, either. What was he trying to do? Be invisible? So, when he gets rejected, then no one would know? Dude, he has lost all face. Swear to god.

I mean, anything we've talked about was not substantial. Also, he was talking about himself for the majority of the time we hung out.

I mean, I gave him nothing. Nothing. At all.

And then he just goes, 'its all gud,' dude, 'gud?' Are you shitting me?

'i hope it won't be awkward between us, i just didn't know until now?'

Are you serious?

He didn't even try to find out if I was already in a relationship.

I mean, is it 'cause on facebook I don't have that up saying 'I'm in a relationship with so-and-so?'

How many of these idiots are out there?

Gods, I cannot believe he thought...

The dumb shit.

Play Pause Stop

Mon, 15 Oct 2007 20:29:42 GMT

The final installment that immediately follows Life is so Tiring and Headache

Play Pause Stop

You open your eyes when you hear a knock on your door.

"Come in," you call from your bed and turn around to turn down the volume on your speakers.

Turning back you see Kangin at your door, his hand clutching the door so hard you think it might snap at any moment.

Sighing internally, you lay back against your pillows and cover your eyes with a hand.

"Yes?"

"Do you love Shiwon, now?"

Sitting up in disbelief, you cross your legs under you and stare at him incredulously.

"What?"

He shuts the door behind him without breaking eye contact with you and comes to the edge of the bed. "I just saw that Chinese show you were on with him. Ever since you came back, you've been happier. Do you love him, now?"

"Did you also see that show with me and the duck? Besides, what does it matter to you, anyway?" you lay back down and close your eyes.

"Don't you love me anymore?" his voice is soft, small.

"...Should I love you still?"

"Hankyung... What I did... It was a mistake."

You let out a laugh, it sounds hysterical to your ears. "You call that a mistake?"

"Han-"

"Go away," you lean over to your desk and turn up the volume.

--------------------------------

You were in the dance studio the next time you're alone with him. The other members were good with keeping him away from you.

You'd been practicing your popping when he walked in the door, studying your movements reflecting back from the mirrors.

You froze when he entered, and stared at his reflection.

He began to speak.

You wouldn't listen.

He held you, held you so tight, and cried.

You felt his arms around you, his face against your neck.

"Look at me, Hankyungah!" he shook you in frustration, his tears streaming salt trails down his cheeks.

You cover his mouth with a hand to quiet him. "No," you lean in and whisper in his ear. "You just listen.

You hum along to the next song and murmur the lyrics in your best Korean.

Having only simply loved, I'm still me
Simply hurt, doesn't mean (I lived) a worthless life
Simply been insane
Taken away by dreams, when the story ends
My heart likes to be alone

He turns still as you hold him.

You give him a smile and kiss his cheek when you leave, closing the door behind you.

end

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A/N:

There was so much Shihan in that Happiness show, and Han Geng was sooo cute with that duck. I really had no other way to end this. And the song was just too fitting.

Song: Simply by JJ Lin

Lyrics

note: 白 'White,' depending how its used, can mean 'worthless.'

Headache

Wed, 10 Oct 2007 00:44:45 GMT

Sequel to Life is so Tiring

Title: Headache
Length: Chaptered
Author: liang_xing_xing
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance, Angst
Pairing: Kangkyung, slight Kangteuk
Words: 1385

You have a headache and you don't feel like going back to the apartment, yet. Its been a tense couple of days. You don't avoid them, not really, you just leave the room when either of them occupied it. It was just awkward was all. You could deal with them both, but you couldn't stand each of them alone. You just didn't want to talk, and Eeteuk ge always wanted to talk, and you wish you could hate him. And Kangin... Kangin just looked at you like he knew he was supposed to talk to you, but he really didn't know what to say, and you did hate him for that.

Rubbing your temples, you walked into a convenience store to pick up a bottle of aspirin and a cup of tea. After popping two pills into your mouth, you stuffed the bottle into your jacket pocket and held the hot paper cup in both hands to ward off the night chill.

You ended up sitting on the swings of a nearby park, sipping your tea slowly and drowning your mind in music, so you got back to the dorm later than you thought you would.

Walking through the door, you kicked off your shoes and pulled your ear buds out.

"Ehhhh?" you voice your confusion when you walk into the living room. It seemed that the whole group was packed in there, watching a movie on their huge flat-screen TV.

"Hankyung."

You stop in the middle of the doorway leading to your room and turn back to see that everyone is staring at you. Again. You hate staring.

"You were supposed to be home an hour ago."

You can see Eeteuk ge is about to say something more, but you cut him off.

"I went to the convenience store to get some aspirin," you pull the bottle out of your pocket and shake it to demonstrate, "I had a headache, but I'm okay, now," you say with a smile.

He looks taken aback and you use that time to throw your mp3 player onto your bed and walk to the empty bathroom. You don't want to face him right now.

Flipping on the light switch and closing the door, you walk over to the sink and run the tap, splashing water on your face.

You look in the mirror and see your reflection staring back at you. Deciding that you don't look that bad, you walk back into the living room and sit on the couch between Shiwon and Heechul. You can feel the two pairs of eyes on you from opposite ends of the room and ignore them, you're concentrating on the movie.

You don't know when you fall asleep, but you wake up in your own bed with your back against Kangin's chest and his arms around you. You've kicked the blankets to the floor but its still so hot. You're burning but you feel so heavy and Kangin won't let go. You're panting and you can't breathe and its just so hot. You're head's aching and your mouth is dry and you can feel tears running down your face.

You lift your hand and smack his arm as hard as you can, so hard that there's a resounding crack that reverberates through the room.

He wakes with a jerk and he's shaking you and you're dizzy and you want to throw up.

You just feel so...

weak.

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You wake up to yelling. You recognize Heechul's voice cracking as he shrieks. You hear Eeteuk ge just as infuriated, shouting and screaming at the other. You can't make out the words, they're both talking too fast and you're almost glad for that. But you shouldn't be, because no matter what they're yelling, you know it had something to do with you.

Sighing, you rub at your eyes and rid them of sleep before getting up slowly. You get up and move to the door, bracing yourself for the worst.

Opening the door quietly, you watch as Heechul screams and flails his arms around, his face red with anger. Eeteuk ge retaliates in kind, you never got the hang of Korean curses, but you know them when you hear them. And detached from it all, but right in the middle of the battlefield, is Kangin.

Your Kangin, who you suppose isn't yours anymore, sits on the couch looking like a kicked puppy. He stares at his hands in his lap as if just waiting for the storm to pass but with one shout from Heechul, he looks up with wide eyes -it must have been some insult, you think- and catches sight of you. As the verbal attacks continue, you see him begin to rise, words shaped on his mouth, but you silence him before he could speak with a finger to your lips.

Taking a step out of the doorway, you grasp a glass figurine from atop the TV -you think it belonged to Shindong- and after examining it for a moment, place it back carefully. Picking up a paperweight -you know this was Kibum's, you hope he won't mind- you hold it at arm's length. You look Kangin in the eye and let go. The crystalline globe falls with a loud bang on the wooden floor and bounces, -once, twice, three times before stopping- rolling around in a circle.

The whole room turns quiet and you stare at the paperweight at your feet. You look up to see Heechul and Kangin and Eeteuk ge staring at you -now you're glad for the stares- and you see the rest of the group peeking out from half open doors.

Eeteuk ge opens his mouth, perhaps to ask you if you're alright, perhaps to ask if you'd heard the whole conversation. Either way, his words never leave his mouth when you let out a small laugh.

"I guess the aspirin I bought didn't work, huh?"

You bend down and pick up the injured paperweight and place it carefully back in its place, hoping that you'd put an end to anymore words.

You turn to go to the kitchen -you're hungry, you hadn't eaten the night before, and you're craving some instant noodles- and you'd only taken one step before three voices stop you.

"Hankyung."

"Hankyung hyung."

"Hankyung ah."

You freeze and your hands clench into fists at your sides and you're so very angry.

"Yah!" You're yelling, now. "Shut up!" you wish you had better control over yourself.

The three in front of you jump in surprise and perhaps fright -you can see that Donghae had disappeared behind his door and you tell yourself you have to apologize to him later- and you turn to them, your eyes narrowed.

"Just shut up," you hiss. "Don't talk anymore."

"I have nothing to say to you."

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You glare at the kettle on the stove. The water was taking too long to boil. You kick the cabinet beneath the sink viscously. You can feel the tears building up behind your eyes and you grip the edge of the counter blinking rapidly, willing the tears away. You have to tell yourself to breathe.

You take a few deep breathes and busy yourself taking out the cup noodles and chopsticks.

The kettle whines and you pour the boiling water into three cups and leave the box of cup noodles on the table with the kettle. Making your way to Donghae's door with a tray of two cup noodles, you ignore the three sitting on the couch who flinch as you pass.

Balancing the tray on your hip, you knock once before opening the door. Donghae is on Shindong's bed and they both look up when you enter. You can see Donghae grip his pillow tighter in his arms when he sees you.

"Hey," you say with a smile and set the tray on Shindong's desk.

"Hyung," Shindong is nervous, you can tell.

"Did you guys eat, yet? I made noodles."

"Hyung," Donghae looks at you. "Are you okay?"

You keep your smile. "Of course, I'm fine."

He looks down and plays with the corner of his pillowcase and Shindong pulls on his sleeve idly. He doesn't look at you, either.

You look out the window at the afternoon shadows and say softly, "I'm sorry I yelled before."

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A/N: There will most likely be one more installment.

Professional: Kangkyung Interlude

Fri, 05 Oct 2007 00:15:08 GMT

Interlude

"Kangin, there's a dead cat on the roof, get rid of it."

"Yes, sir. Right away, sir." Hanging up, you looked down at Kibum beside you, sitting at the front desk. His cocked his head to the side with a questioning look in his eyes.

"What was that?" he asked, curious.

"We need a thorough cleaning of the roof, ASAP. Its crawling with dead cats."

Overhearing, Donghae called out with wide eye, "Dead cats? They're not zombies, are they? Aliens?"

"No," you cut in, stopping him before he could get too excited. "Just dead cats."

"But you said they're crawling dead cats," he argued.

You narrowed your eyes, "Never mind what I said, just call Hankyung hyung and tell him to get over here, now."

"Hyung, its pouring outside. Do you expect him to drive over here in the rain just to go up on the roof to clean up one dead cat?" Kibum asked.

You take a look outside the glass doors and -seeing the water practically ricocheting off of the panes- slump slightly, "Oh, that might be a problem."

"Yeah, and constantly making Hannie come over here at your every whim will definitely put a wrench in your love affair," Heechul said, coming up to the elongated desk and leaning against it.

Affronted, your back stiffened, "We don't have any love affair!"

"Pssh, like-"

"Hey, hyung said there were cats, plural," Eunhyuk interrupted. Heechul smacked him upside the head and sniffed, breezing past on his way out to valet another car.

"Hyung always exaggerates," Kyuhyun said, appearing out of nowhere with his apron tie-dyed with browns and reds and a full tray balanced carefully in his hands. He set the plates down in front of the quartet manning the front desk.

"I do not," you defended yourself, "Can I have desert first?"

You received a glare for an answer.

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He was over at first light. Well, seeing as the sun was still blotted out by the gray rain clouds, he was over at 6 AM. You saw him standing with his back perfectly straight right next to the front desk, laughing at whatever it was that Heechul was saying so animatedly and expertly evading the flailing arms that came his way.

Catching sight of you just as you came out of the spacious elevator, he smiled and lifted a hand in a small wave. Seeing that Hankyung's attention was no longer on him, Heechul spun around to see what had distracted the Chinaman. Spotting you, he smirked and wiggled his eyebrows before turning back and -with a pat on the arm and a loud 'Byeeeee'- left him to you.

"Youngwoon," he greeted you with a nod as you reached him.

With you eyes exaggeratingly widened, you quickly wrapped your arms around him and pulled him close.

"Shhhh," you whispered into his ear, conspiratorially. "If they find out my real name, they might undermine my authority."

Laughing, he pushed you away and you lamented at the loss of his lean figure against you, "Of course, Kangin."

You puffed out your chest and nodded sternly at him, "Now, Mister Head Porter, what is your business here today?"

Pulling himself under control, Hankyung dropped his smile -you instantly begin to miss it- and turned serious. "Well, Kibum called me and said there was a problem you wished to see me about."

"Ahhhh," you nodded in understanding. "Yes, we seem to have a dead cat on the roof. Boss said to get rid of it."

"Yes, sir, Mr. Fixer, sir," he saluted you and then smiled.

Smiling back -you loved his smile- you watched him walk away to the elevators before you turned to address your front desk staff, only to see Eunhyuk and Donghae in a dramatized reenactment of the scene that had just taken place between you and Hankyung.

"Yongwoooooon," Donghae gushed, looking up into Eunhyuk's eyes from his place on the tall stool.

Eunhyuk placed a finger on Donghae lips and pulled him towards him. "Shhh, if they find out my real name, they might undermine my authority." He stoked the other's cheek, who in turn leaned into the caress.

Heechul snickered. Where had he come from?

"Oh, we can't have that, can we, my Kangiiiiin," Donghae batted his eyes at Eunhyuk.

"Oh, Hankyung, I love you sooooo much."

"Oh, Kangin, I love you more."

Your eye began to twitch as they proceeded to grope each other.

"Yah!" you yelled, slamming your hands on the table. Everyone in the vicinity jumped in surprise and the pair jumped apart. "Get back to work!"

If I didn't know better: Chapter 7.25

Wed, 19 Sep 2007 20:07:19 GMT

A/N: Alright, I'm writing out of order and not posting this on any comms until I finish the chapter. This is pretty much the second part of chapter seven. Part one is yet to be written. Part three might get written this week.

I was listening to Eluvium's An Accidental Memory in the Case of Death album while writing this. Apologies if this is depressing.

word count: 246
Chapter 7.25

And he's playing. His fingers soft on the keys, applying the gentlest pressure through his fingertips, creating. His head is bent low, tilted slightly towards the door, the dim light from the far window washing over his face, casting soft shadows beneath his closed eyes. There is silence in the notes and yet a present roaring that make Jaejoong wish he couldn't feel.

Was it Junsu who first felt it that day at the fan meeting? Or was it Yunho who discovered his majesty, in that dark alleyway? Or perhaps Changmin, the tall intellectual whom he seemed so close to.

And Changmin is there, he sees him on the couch, stretched out and limp with an arm over his eyes, listening. And Jaejoong feels the need to ask him. Ask him what this feeling was that left them so weak.

But Yoochun is playing and they're both listening and he can't stop. Jaejoong can't bring himself to interrupt.

But Changmin is speaking, now. In a soft voice he can barely hear, Changmin is speaking. And Jaejoong can't help himself, he goes to him and kneels. Kneels beside him and stares.

Stares as the younger voices all of his dreams to Yoochun at his piano and the empty room full of Jaejoong.

And Yoochun plays on and Changmin falls asleep and Jaejoong is left alone. Left alone in an empty room fulled with one whisper.

"I wish you could hear yourself, hyung. You still play so well."

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A/N: I'm feeling kinda homesick and really craving some tofu fa, yo tiou and soy milk. My college's dining hall has really shitty food. I thought it was ok the first two days, 'cause well, it wasn't asian, so I figured 'ok, pure american food is like this, I'll try it out.' But, there's practically never any veggies. and I go to the student center for some asian food, they have a sort of food court-like thing there. I go the 'Asian Express' place...and the rice is half-raw. I mean, god, how can you mess up making rice?

When You're Sick and Can't Get Up: Chapter 12

Sat, 15 Sep 2007 03:38:01 GMT

chapter 12

Dong Wook stared at Changshik from the back row. He'd changed his hair color, again. This time, he gone back to his black hair with only blue highlights. A bit plain for him, in Dong Wook's opinion. Changshik hadn't paid attention to him since that morning, when he'd come to pick him up from school after Changshik had called complaining about a headache. They didn't have any classes together till third, so Dong Wook hadn't seen him since he'd dropped him off at the entrance and then gone to find a parking spot. It was third period, now, and Dong Wook didn't like the sad expression on the other's face.

Changshik sat in the middle of the last column of seats, right next to the open windows while Dong Wook sat in the last seat in the column next to Changshik's. He remembered the first day, after the stunt he'd pulled at the courtyard, he'd walked into his third period history class to see the cute boy from earlier.

Changshik was staring out the window, daydreaming, when Dong Wook walked up and kicked his desk.

Changshik straightened and turned his head slowly to see his tormenter. Dong Wook smirked, "Hey," he greeted amiably.

"Mother fucker," Changshik growled and brought his elbow up, straight into Dong Wook's face.

Before the crash of desks that broke his fall and the screams that followed, Hankyung was in the middle of subduing the angry Changshik.

With Hankyung's hand pressing his head down onto a desk and holding his arms behind him, Changshik could only glare at Dong Wook, who was sprawled on the floor.

Their robust History teacher finally arrived and started snapping orders like a drill sergeant, ordering Hankyung to release Changshik and for the three of them to follow him to the Principal's office while the rest of the class straightened out the room.

Dong Wook smirked at Changshik as they marched to the office, almost laughing outright at the look of rage in the other's eyes. Hankyung stood stiffly between them, ensuring that no blows would be exchanged.

Changshik seemed to be playing with his mood ring, twirling it around and spinning it like a top, all the while with a thoughtful look on his face. Dong Wook decided he needed to know what was going on inside that mind of his. Pulling a sheet of paper out of his book bag, he quickly wrote a message on it and folded into an airplane. Using a pencil, he rolled the wings upwards and, aiming carefully, threw it out the window when the teacher turned back towards the board. The wood pulp creation flew upward before making a U-turn, swooping downward and back into the classroom though another window and striking Changshik in the head as it attempted to land.

Annoyed, Changshik turned and picked up the paper airplane from the floor beside his desk where it had fallen. Slipping his ring back on, he unfolded the lined paper.

Roof?

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Dong Wook opened the door to the roof and instantly spotted Changshik laying down on the low wall of the roof. Gravel crunching underfoot, he ventured across the rooftop to join the sleeping prince.

"Hey," he greeted, "What have you been thinking about all day?"

Not receiving an answer, Dong Wook shrugged and sat on the ground, opening Changshik's backpack and retrieving the lunchbox. Shoving rice into his mouth, he almost choked when Changshik spoke.

"Do you like me?"

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Standing in front of the nomination box, Jaejoong resolutely slipped his paper into the slot. Proud of himself and determined, he walked to lunch, somewhat giddy.

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Yoochun smiled a 'thank you' at the broadcasting teacher and flipped a few switches to get connected to the school's PA system.

"Ahem, this is Park Yoochun with your afternoon announcements. The swim meet with &^^^* Academy is canceled today. Practices for wrestling, track, football, soccer, and tennis with commence at their regular times. This year's spring play '^%%($##^()@%&' will open on Saturday the 18th. Tickets will be on sale next week. And I love Shim Changmin. Thank you for your attention."

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Dong Wook covered his mouth quickly in surprise, swiftly turning to face Changshik. He stared back at him with unreadable eyes.

"What?!"

"Do you like me?" Changshik repeated his question.

"What?"

"Just fucking answer!"

"..."

"Am I likable?"

"I guess."

"Okay, that's good enough."

Dong Wook turned away and tried to continue eating but he just had to know.

"What was that about?"

With an audible sigh, Changshik answered, "I got picked for some Mr. Seoul Contest. What the fuck is that?"

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Jaejoong, Junsu and Yunho all stared at Changmin from across the lunch table.

"Huh?" Changmin looked upward at his name.

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