my ♥ for my Romeos

Accepting SHINee Icons Request! :D

Thu, 09 Jul 2009 21:25:15 GMT

Hulloh ladies (and gents?)!

I've been sort of stuck in a rut with graphics and can't find very good stock pictures of SHINee. So, I need your help! :DDD

I'll accept icons requests from you as long as it's in the following format:

1) An original picture of SHINee (That means it hasn't been tampered with to avoid claim rights and crediting issues.)
2) Brief description of how you want it done. (Ex: captions, colors, brushes, etc.)

Currently, I'm only doing static icons, so no blinkies and animations. (Sorry!)
Please see my graphic posts to get a feel for my style. But I'm always willing and am learning new things! :)

Onew is excited for the requests! 8D

SHINee's Icons Batch of Love

Wed, 08 Jul 2009 07:07:22 GMT

SampleS:

Locked in 72 hours.

01	02	03	04

05	06	07	08

09	10	11	12

13	14	15	16

17	18	19	20

Author's note: My first attempt at SHINee's icons. Hope you guys like them! Please comment if you do and if you're taking any! Crediting is also loved. <3

Little Red Taemin Hood

Wed, 08 Jul 2009 06:23:08 GMT

Title: Little Red Taemin Hood
Author: me! :)
Rating: PG-13
Chapter: 1/2
Pairing: 2Min
Summary: Not your typical fairy tale. Taemin's an innocent cutie with a red cape and Minho's the big bad wolf with naughty intentions.

“Now, make sure that Grandma Onew gets all this tofu,” Key Umma instructed his son. He placed the final piece of tofu onto the dish and wrapped it nicely wit a pink cloth. He placed the dish into his son’s basket and handed the item to the boy.

“Don’t worry, Umma!” Little Red Taemin Hood chirped and took the basket from his mother. “I’m sure Grandma will love them too!” He grinned cutely and grabbed his favorite red hooded cape.

“Aigoo, my baby. I’m so worried about this. Maybe I should go instead.” Key Umma frowned and bit his lip. This was the first time he’s sending his beloved son by himself to his grandmother. The forest was always pretty and peaceful during the day. But as soon as night came, ferocious animals would come out of hiding.

“Don’t worry, Umma. I can do it. I’m a big boy now!” Little Red Taemin Hood said as he tied the ribbon to his cape. “I’ll get through the forest before nightfall, so you have nothing to worry about. Grandma Onew will be so excited to see me with your bread!”

With a sigh, Key Umma nodded and gave in. “Alright, Taeminnie. Now, remember what I’ve told you. Go straight to Grandma’s and don’t wander around the forest. If it gets dark before you can return, then just stay at your grandma’s house. And remember, don’t talk to strangers!”

The boy nodded and headed towards the door. He turned to give his mom a goodbye wave before skipping happily off into the forest.

“Be safe, my baby!” Key Umma yelled from their window while waving his pink handkerchief.

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Not very far from Little Red Taemin Hood’s house lived a big bad wolf. The big bad wolf was feared and respected throughout the entire forest. All the animals, no matter how big or small, knew his name.

Big Bad Minho was what the animals have come to call this fearsome wolf. They generally stayed away from the wolf, unless by chance some unlucky animal would get caught as dinner.

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Little Red Taemin Hood was a very good little boy. He always listened to his mother and was the picture perfect little angel. But he was never allowed to go out or have always been accompanied by his umma. Therefore, it wasn’t a surprise that Little Red Taemin Hood soon forgot his umma’s advice about heading straight to Grandmother’s house.

“La di dum da di dum,” Little Red Taemin Hood sang happily as he skipped through the forest. He played with the flowers and chased the butterflies. He hopped over rocks and danced in the sunlight. He was having so much fun that he didn’t notice a pair of eyes watching him from the bushes.

From all the prancing and dancing around the forest, Little Red Taemin Hood was getting quite tired and hot. He picked a shady spot underneath a pretty apple tree to settle down for a short break.

“Aish! Why is it so hot today?” He groaned and pouted. The boy fanned himself with his hand and wiped the beads of sweat off his forehead. The bright noon’s sun bored down on the forest, heating it up with all its might. But it wasn’t overbearing since a light cool breeze passed by continuously through the branches of the trees.

“Mmm…everything’s so pretty…” Little Red Taemin Hood yawned and smiled. He felt his eyelids get heavier and heavier as sleep overtook his body.

A shadow fell upon the pretty boy and remained there for a full minute. A face hovered above his and sniffed Little Red Taemin Hood’s face carefully. A tongue then darted out and licked the boy’s fair cheek.

“Delicious,” Big Bad Minho thought to himself. He was eager to taste more of the boy but was afraid that licking his face would soon wake him up. He cautiously took Little Red Taemin Hood’s hand and kissed his palm. However, the kiss was not enough to satisfy his hunger for the sweetness of the boy’s skin was calling to him like a drug.

In Little Red Taemin Hood’s dream of butterflies and happy bunnies, he suddenly encountered a cute puppy. The puppy began lapping at his face and hand while making the boy giggle uncontrollably. In his dream, he wrapped his arms around the adorable puppy and placed a kiss on its nose.

“Muah! You’re so cuuuute, puppy-ah!” The boy said aloud and stressed the word ‘cute’ quite cutely indeed.

Big Bad Minho immediately dropped the boy’s hand when he heard Little Red Taemin Hood’s voice. He jumped back on all fours in surprise and waited for further reactions from his prey.

But the boy simply smiled serenely with his eyes closed. He was obviously still asleep. “What an odd creature,” Big Bad Minho scratched his ear as he once again approached the sleeping figure. The boy continued making his cute talk to himself and apparently the cutest puppy of all time. This time, Big Bad Minho didn’t dare to touch the boy and sat quietly beside him.

The wolf’s eyes wandered up and down the boy’s body hungrily. A spark began to grow inside him that threatened to explode into a full-scale flame of pure desire. He wasn’t used to feeling this way. Usually, as soon as Big Bad Minho set his eyes on something remotely delectable, that something would end up in his belly almost instantly. Not to say that this beautiful boy in his red cape in front of him wasn’t delectable because he was extremely mouth-watering. But something inside of Big Bad Minho told him this boy was not meant to be eaten.

It was then that the big bad wolf was caught in a dilemma. He knew he didn’t want to hurt this precious thing, but he wanted him. And he wanted him bad. So what was the poor wolf boy supposed to do when for all his life he only knew how to hunt and consume?

“Maybe he will follow me back to my den. Then we can live together and have adorable pups.” Big Bad Minho licked his lips and smiled fondly at the thought. But he quickly shook his head and mumbled to himself, “Idiot, human boys can’t have pups. Plus, he’d probably scream and run away as soon as he wake up.” The wolf sighed at the depressing thought and opted to lay down next to the still babbling boy.

Big Bad Minho’s eyes fell upon a basket that laid not too far from Little Red Taemin Hood. He grabbed it and discovered its content. “Tofu? Why so much tofu?” The wolf boy wondered as he glanced back and forth between the basket and the boy in front of him. He scratched his chin thoughtfully and began to think of a reason.

“Isn’t there an old hag that lives in the forest that loves tofu?” Realization dawned upon him as he stared fixedly at the sleeping boy. “He must be…” But before he could finish his own trail of thought, Little Red Taemin Hood began stirring.

The boy in his red cape opened his large eyes and blinked against the bright sunlight. He rubbed them sleepily and yawned loudly. He suddenly felt the moistness on the palm of one of his hand and stared at it curiously. Remembering his dream, he instantly sat up and looked around his area. “Puppy-ah? Little puppy? Are you here?” He called out excitedly but only to realize he was alone.

“Oh poo, it was just a dream.” He pouted and stood up slowly. He collected his basket and straightened his red cape. With one last hopeful search for the puppy, which proved unsuccessful, he sighed and went on his way.

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At Grandma Onew’s cottage.

Knock! Knock!

“Oh, Taeminnie? Is that you? Come one in, honey.” Grandma Onew called out sweetly. She’s been bed-ridden for quite some time ever since she tripped over her pot full of tofu. Her family used to make fun of her clumsiness and called these sorts of incidents the “Grandma Onew Condition.”

The door slowly swung open and a dark figured filled the doorway.

“Litte Red Taeminnie? Is that really you, my dear? Come closer, love, I can’t see you.” Grandma Onew called out and motioned his grandson to come closer.

“Hello, old hag.” A deep voice came from the dark figure.

“Eh?! Yah! A-a-aren’t y-y-you the B-b-big Bad W-w-wolf?!” The old lady stuttered as her eyes bugged out.

“Yes, and I’ll be need your cooperation if you ever want to see your precious grandson and tofu ever again.” The wolf sneered and slammed the door shut.

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Author's note: I'm not really sure I know what I'm doing. Please hit me (with your comments). ^^;;

Lipgloss [One-shot]

Sun, 21 Jun 2009 04:21:25 GMT

Title: Lipgloss
Author: me! :)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: 2Min
Summary: When Taemin is fretting about putting on the right lipgloss for SHINee's newest commercial, Flaming Charisma is there to help.
Author's note: Failed first SHINee fic. I'm not used to writing one-shots. >.< Oh, and I think we can all agree that Taemin has really nice big lips. :D

“Give your lover the softest and sweetest kiss yet with Lip Babies’ newest lipgloss. Introducing Lip Babies Mango Tango. It’s fresh, delicious, and oh so kissable,” Minho was oozing with charisma as he delivered his lines for SHINee’s newest commercial shoot.

It came as a surprise for the boys when their managers told them that they’ve been asked to star in a commercial for Lip Babies’ newest lipgloss line. Jonghyun immediately disapproved, pointing out how their manliness was on the line. But he was shut off by Key who was all too happy to be a part of this commercial. And they all knew why.

“Aww, Key, you’re such a chick!” Jonghyun complained back at their dorm when they were discussing the topic.

“Shut up, stupid Monkey!” Key snapped. “This is a great chance for us to showcase our sexy lips. Imagine how many more fans we will get after this commercial.” He puckered his lips and checked himself out with his personal pocket-sized mirror.

“You have ugly lips, Key,” Jonghyun snorted. In a blink of an eye, Key was on top of him, smacking the daylight out of the lead singer.

Onew sighed as he watched the two. He had given up trying to break up fights between Jonghyun and Key. The last time he tried, he too received a hard slap on the face by Key Umma. Of course Key didn’t mean to hit Onew, but nothing was going to stand in the way between him and punishing the loud mouth Monkey.

“Well, Taemin has nice lips.” Onew said casually.

The room fell silent. Key’s hand stopped in mid-air as he was about to deliver another smack upon the helpless Jonghyun. They all turned to stare at their leader with blank faces.

“What…?” Onew’s eyes shifted, “I mean, Taemin’s lips are plump…and..p-p-pink…and…” He swallowed hard and wondered how he could have messed up now.

Minho cleared his throat and set down his book. Key calmly got off Jonghyun, letting the older boy stand up. They all approached their leader with dead serious faces.

“Hyung…” Minho said in his usual deep voice. But his expression was full of annoyance.

“What?!” Onew was alarmed. Actually, that would be an understatement. With both the overprotective umma and silent-but-deadly rapper glaring down at him, the leader could only be described as being scared out of his wits.

“Say, Onew, are you our trusty leader?” Key asked icily.

“Y-y-yes?” Onew squeaked.

“And aren’t you labeled as Taemin’s appa?” Key seethed.

“Yes…?” Onew squeezed his eyes shut and waited for the blow.

“Then why are you saying such perverted things about your son?! I will not stand for this!” Key strangled the leader with so much ferocity, Jonghyun was afraid that Onew was going to seriously pass out any moment.

“What are you guys doing?” A voice chirped in the background.

The four boys spun around to see the magnae staring at them wide-eyed.

“Umma was punishing Appa.” Jonghyun smirked and rolled his eyes. He immediately regretted it when Key shot him an evil look. “Please don't hit me again!” He begged and moved several feet away from the fuming Key. He moved to hide behind the youngest, knowing that was about as safe as he was going to get.

But before Jonghyun could cower behind Taemin, the latter ran into Key’s arms. “Umma! It hurts!” He cried.

Key instantly wrapped his arms around his son and kissed his hair. “Omo! What’s wrong, Taeminnie?” He asked worriedly.

Minho stepped close to Taemin and rubbed his back comfortingly. His face was twisted with concern but he let Key do the talking.

Taemin pulled back gently and pointed to his bottom lip with big sad eyes. “It hurts! I bit it when I was eating a popsicle and…and…and I tasted blood. And it tasted gross, but I sucked on my lip anyways, but…but…but it won’t stop bleeding!!” The magnae wailed.

Sure enough, a tiny drop of blood was forming on the youngest’s bottom lip. Key quickly wiped it away with his thumb and pulled Taemin into the kitchen. “It’s okay, Taeminnie! Let’s put some ice on it and you’ll be just fine, my son! By the way, have you heard we’re going to star in a lipgloss commercial?”

“Wahhh? But my lips are all messed up now, Hyung!” Taemin wailed again.

“Don’t be silly, Taeminnie! Your lips are gorgeous,” Key grinned cheekily at their magnae.

When the baby and the umma was in the kitchen, Onew spoke up excitedly,“See? What did I tell you? Taemin does have big plump lips! Even Key says so too!” All of them were staring at Taemin’s lips with the greatest scrutiny a few seconds ago. Partly because they were worried about the magnae’s injury, but mostly because of Onew’s earlier comment.

“Hyung, I suggest you stop saying that before I hurt you.” Minho said calmly and made his way into the kitchen to check up on his beloved Taemin.

“Why does this dorm hate me and adore Taemin so much?” Onew pouted and dropped his head.

“Because your lips aren’t as sexy as Taeminnie’s,” Jonghyun laughed and followed the rest of the band into the kitchen.

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Back at the commercial shoot.

Minho was done with his solo shoot, and Key was next. The rapper gave him a good luck pat on the shoulder while the latter grinned excitedly at him and the rest of the crew.

“Key is way too happy to be doing this commercial.” Jonghyun scoffed.

Minho plopped down to the chair next to the lead singer and leader. He chuckled when the director asked Key to please stop smiling and giggling for one second and listen to his instructions.

The rapper then looked around the studio and frowned. “Hyungs, where’s Taemin?” He asked.

“Oh, he’s still in the dressing room. I think the make-up artists are still working on him.” Onew informed the rapper. And just as the oldest expected, Minho quietly slipped out of his chair and headed toward the said room.

When Minho stepped inside the dressing room, he spotted Taemin sitting at his make-up table mumbling something to himself. He walked up to him silently and glanced over the youngest’s shoulders.

“Was it this one? Or this one? Maybe it’s this one!” Taemin muttered frustratedly. He held up each individual lipgloss tube and sniffed it. “Cherry Pop…what the heck does cherry smell like…?!” He groaned and threw up his arms.

“Taeminnie?” Minho breathed down the magnae’s neck.

This earned a loud yelp from the boy as he jumped out of his seat. He breathed out a sigh of relief when he realized it was just the rapper. Sometimes, Minho could be a little bit of a creeper. But everyone forgave him because he was hot, including Taemin.

“What are you doing, Taemin-ah?” Minho asked with a smile.

“Ah, Hyung, you have to help me! Make-up noona went home early saying something about her useless husband and forgetting to pick up their daughter. So now I’m left here by myself and she hasn’t put the lipgloss on me yet!” Taemin whined and wiggled his body. Minho almost melted at the youngest’s cute antics.

“Well, then what’s the problem? Just put it on, Taeminnie. It’s not that hard. Same as chapstick, that’s all.” Minho picked up one of the lipgloss tube and handed it to Taemin.

“I know how to put it on, Hyung. But I don’t know which one I’m supposed to put on. I’m supposed to wear Cherry Pop, but none of these tubes are labeled!” Taemin pointed out.

“Oh,” Minho rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “But, Taeminnie, I don’t think it really matters. I mean, they all look the same once you put it on.”

“B-b-but, I want to be right! I mean, my lip is already messed up because I bit it before, and now I can’t even get the right lipgloss on!” Taemin frowned and pouted.

Then Minho saw the light. It was not a pure or innocent light, in fact it was an evil light. With a smirk, he looked directly at the youngest and leaned in close. “Say, Taeminnie…I think I know the perfect way to solve this problem…”

Taemin rapidly blinked his eyes and swallowed. “H-h-how, Hyung?” He asked softly.

“Just put the lipgloss on, and I’ll show you how to tell which one’s Cherry Pop.” Minho’s smirk grew wider.

“Really? Okay…” Taemin followed as he was told and rubbed on a generous amount of lipgloss on his lips. He smacked his lips together and released with a pop. “Okay, so how can you…?”

Before the magnae could finish his sentence, he felt a pair of lips pressed up against his own. His eyes grew wide and he quickly tried to push Minho back. “Hyung! What are you doing?!” He shouted and blushed furiously.

“Helping you, of course. I was going to taste the lipgloss for you and tell you if it’s the right one.” Minho grinned and put both his hands on the make-up table, trapping the youngest.

“B-b-but that’s…” Taemin started.

“Do you want to get it right or not, Taemin-ah? So, if you really don’t need my help, I could leave. Your solo shoot is coming up soon though.” The rapper straightened up and took a step back.

“No! Don’t go! Help me, please…” Taemin pouted and held onto the hem of his hyung’s shirt.

Minho smirked triumphantly and resumed his original position. He stared hard at the youngest and trailed his eyes up and down the boy’s pretty face.

“Just make it quick!” Taemin squeaked and squeezed his eyes shut with lips puckered.

Minho chuckled at the adorable magnae before closing the space between them once again. He enveloped Taemin’s lips with his own and darted his tongue at the boy’s lips. It was a messy kiss, consisting of a lot of licking and sucking. The sweet taste of Taemin and the lipgloss was simply heavenly.

Taemin found himself slowly sliding down as his legs grew weaker and weaker. Even with the make-up table supporting him, he couldn’t find the strength to stand upright anymore.

Minho sensed this and without breaking the kiss, placed his strong hands on the magnae’s small waist. He lifted the boy effortlessly onto the table and kissed Taemin so forcefully that the latter’s head hit the mirror behind him.

“Oww…!” The younger boy moaned.

The rapper quickly pulled back and stared at Taemin worriedly. “Are you alright, babe?” He breathed and rubbed the back of the boy’s head.

Taemin nodded weakly and looked up at Minho. They were both breathing heavily and pink in the face. “Did Minho just call me ‘babe’?” The magnae blinked several times but said nothing.

“Oh, good. Well, umm, I don’t think that’s the right one. It tasted more like melon to me.” The older boy smiled and grabbed a different lipgloss tube. “Here, try this one.”

Without a word, Taemin hastily put on the lipgloss, not caring that he was sort of smearing at places. When he was done, he shifted uncomfortably in place while waiting for the next kiss.

Minho wasn’t one to disappoint or make others wait for too long. He leaned in again and this time held Taemin’s face in his hands. “You are so gorgeous, baby. And you have the sexiest lips I’ve ever seen,” Minho whispered as the two boys closed their eyes and they enjoyed their next kiss.

The younger boy unconsciously moaned when Minho sucked hard at his bottom lip. The rapper immediately seized this chance and slipped his tongue into Taemin’s mouth. This earned a surprise gasp from the latter.

Taemin wondered how Minho putting his tongue down his throat was going to help him taste the lipgloss, but the youngest didn’t care. He wrapped his arms around the older boy’s neck and pulled him in even closer to himself. Lee Taemin was officially no longer innocent.

“Taeminnie! You’re up! What’s taking you so long?!” Key’s piercing call erupted from the hallway.

Taemin’s eyes flew open at the call of his umma’s voice. He stared at Minho, who reluctantly pulled back. “I think that was the right one,” the older boy husked.

“Yah! Minnie! Let’s go!” Key charged into the dressing room with his arms flailing about.

“Okay, Umma! I’m ready!” Taemin hopped off the table and hastily put on the lipgloss.

Key frowned and eyed Minho suspiciously for their earlier positions when he just entered the room. He silently gave the rapper one of his I’ll-deal-with-you-later look and grabbed the magnae’s hand.

“Aigoo, my son. Your hair is a little messy and your lipgloss is kind of all over your face! Aigoo!” Key grumbled as he fixed his dear son while leading him out of the room.

Minho chuckled when Taemin turned around and gave him a small wink.

From the hallway, Key could be heard asking his son, “Taeminnie, why did you take so long?”

“I didn’t know which lipgloss I was supposed to put on, Hyung.” The youngest answered cutely.

“Well, did you figure it out?” Key frowned and asked.

“Yep! Minho Hyung helped me!” Taemin flashed a big smile and stepped onto set. He bowed at the director and took his place.

“Lee Taemin, is it? Say, why are you lips so red? Are you sure you put on the right lipgloss? Wait, these things aren’t colored, are they?” The director turned to look at the sales manager who shook his head and shrugged.

“Oh, well let’s just get this done. Ready? And action!” The director yelled.

While Taemin was being recorded, Minho took a seat next to his hyungs who were all watching the magnae. Jonghyun yawned and turned to look at the rapper. “Hey, Minho. How come your lips are the same color as Taemin’s?”

Key spun around to look at Minho at hearing those words and gave the latter a mean stare. Minho just smirked and started chuckling under his breath. “Taemin needed some help. And I was just all too happy to help him.”

Seeing his reaction, Key put the pieces of the puzzle together in his head. “YAH! CHOI MINHO! WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO MY SON?! DO YOU WANT TO DIE?!” The umma screamed at the top of his lungs and dove for the helpless rapper.

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Author's note: First SHINee fic! Something cute and light to start things off before I start working on my vampire/werewolf saga for the boys. ;)

Random:
I think Minho is secretly a seductive manwhore. Don't you? xD
And Taemin's innocence is 50% fake. Half of his real innocence has been consumed by SHINee. Question is, who took it the most?

SHINee's fans? Anyone?

Sun, 14 Jun 2009 08:45:04 GMT

Hello bb's~~! <3

QUESTION!
Is anyone here a SHINee's fan? Would you guys read my fics about SHINee? :D
I'm just loving them so much right now. Especially, Taeminnie. He just brings out the pedo in me xD

My Butler, My love Chapter 5

Sun, 14 Jun 2009 08:31:43 GMT

Title: My Butler, My Love
Chapter: 5
Pairings: Minsu, Jaemin
Ratings: PG-13
Summary: Kim Junsu finds himself at an Academy where the traditional method of learning is turned upside down. Instead, he has to train to become the best butler in all of South Korea while juggling with love and drama.

    “Why does my life keep getting more and more complicated?” Changmin mumbled to himself. With Junsu working at Jaejoong’s place permanently, this ensures that more troubles will come. “If Jaejoong decides to pick on him, there’s no way I can defend him without giving away too much. Jaejoong would probably accuse me of being in love with Junsu too,” Changmin thought worriedly. With a loud groan, he shook his head and tried to suppress his worries and fears.

Changmin was heading back to Jaejoong’s room after the incident at the pool. He prayed that his master wouldn’t be there so he could change quietly and leave. He opened the bedroom’s door slowly and peered inside. The room was empty much to his relief. He quickly went to Jaejoong’s dresser and put on his actual clothes. “Shoot, what am I going to do about the pants?” He wondered out loud.

“You look better without pants, anyways,” Yunho snickered. His voice startled the young butler who spun around so quickly he almost lost his balance. “Whoa there Changmin! It’s just me. Calm down, alright?” Yunho grinned.

Changmin let out a deep breath and nodded. He gave the young master and small bow and asked, “May I help you with something, sir?”

“Well, seeing how you are not dressed for the occasion. Or should I say not dressed at all? You can relax, Min. I’m just here to talk to you.” Yunho was still grinning and sat down comfortably on Jaejoong’s bed. “Come, have a seat. I have some things to say to you.”

Shifting uncomfortably in the same spot, Changmin shook his head and declined politely, “I’m quite alright, sir. I’ll just stand.”

“Fine, suit yourself. You know, even though Jaejoong and I are cousins, I’d like to think that I have more self-control than he does. Therefore, you can rest assured that I won’t take advantage of you on Jaejoong’s own bed. But I bet that bastard would do you anywhere that has a flat surface, right?” Yunho teased and laughed at Changmin’s appalled expression. “I’m kidding, Min! Relax!”

“W-w-what did you have to tell me, sir?” Changmin cleared his throat quietly and told himself to remain calm and composed since that was expected of him as a professional butler.

“I’m worried about you, Changmin.” Yunho said seriously. His eyes and voice were sincere.

“Worried? But why?” Changmin asked slowly.

“We used to be friends, Min. No, we’re still friends even if you don’t admit it. And I’m worried about you as a friend. You’ve shut yourself down completely and you’ve changed so much. You’re unhappy, Jaejoong’s unhappy, we’re all unhappy!” Yunho threw up his arms and sighed loudly.

“I’m sorry, hyung. I really am.” Changmin whispered softly.

“I haven’t heard you call me hyung in a very long time too, Min.” Yunho’s eyes were soft as he added, “Listen, I know what happened to your family must have been really difficult for you to cope with. But, those things were not your fault, Min-ah. We all know how cruel business can be. Your father was a good man, I’m sure he didn’t want things to turn out this way…”

“Stop!” Changmin yelled. His breaths were short and he looked obviously upset. “Please, I don’t want to talk about him. I-I-I’m really sorry, hyung. But I have to go.” He quickly headed for the door and continuously told himself to breathe and remain calm.

“I’m sorry, dongsaeng! All I wanted to say is that you should remember that we still care about you. Especially, Jaejoong. He’s in love with you, Changmin. He’s just not strong enough to face his father yet.” Yunho shouted and followed the young butler. He stopped when Changmin froze at hearing those words.

“He shouldn’t love me. I can’t love anyone right now.” Changmin said hoarsely with his hand on the doorknob. He pulled the door open and left Yunho alone in the room.

“Not even Kim Junsu?” The latter wondered out loud. He too had witnessed part of the scene in the pool. Yunho hadn’t seen his dongsaeng laugh and smile like that ever since the downfall of the Shims. Even Jaejoong didn’t have the power to make Changmin happy again after what happened. Yunho knew, from their years of friendship, that Changmin absolutely adored Jaejoong. They were sort of like twins conjoined at the hips, especially after they’ve started sleeping together.

“The good old days…”Yunho mumbled and laid sprawled out on his cousin’s bed.

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Junsu scurried to his room as soon as he got home. He didn’t even answer his mom’s questions about why he was soaking wet. His face was still burning, his heart still thumping. As he changed out of his wet clothes, he constantly smacked his own face while muttering to himself, “Get a grip, Junsu. You…you’re still a man! You can’t let this affect you as if you’re a weak little girl.”

The young man looked up at his body mirror and stared at it hard. “See? Still a man. And a fine, sexy man at that!” He thought to smugly to himself and winked cheesily at the mirror. Suddenly, images of Changmin near the pool flashed through his mind. The way the drops of water trailed down Changmin’s exposed chest and those abs…and…oh god! Junsu nearly lost his mind then. He jumped at his bed and buried his face in his pillow as he squealed loudly into it. The dolphin cutely wiggled his entire body and giggled as he recalled the incident.

Flashback

“So, this is a one time job, right?” The younger boy asked carefully.

“No, I’ll be working here permanently,” Junsu stated flatly.

Changmin blinked at him before he could completely register the other boy’s words, “YOU’RE WHAT?!”

Junsu was a bit taken aback by Changmin’s reaction. He chuckled nervously and ran his hand through his wet hair, “Yah, my uncle called this my first apprenticeship. So, until I’ve graduated and am fit to be a professional butler, I’ll be under his care and teaching here. I mean, this is all aside from going to the Butler Academy of course.”

Changmin blinked at him.

Junsu blinked back.

A complete awkward silence engulfed them both. The older boy fidgeted uncomfortably in his spot and tried to avoid Changmin’s intense stare. “Wh-wh-what’s going on? Why is this so painfully awkward?” Junsu thought worriedly. There was something he left out from his story. It was true that his uncle wanted him as an apprentice, but Junsu could have easily declined. Butler apprenticeship typically didn’t happen until the student butler have gone through at least three years of butler schooling. The main reason why Junsu accepted was because he’ll be working for the Kims, Jaejoong’s family. “Keep your enemies close!” A wise person once told him. Probably from Hollywood action movie. And plus, there was a bonus for working for the Kims. He swallowed hard and mustered the courage to look directly at Changmin.

The latter was examining him and seemed to be in deep thoughts. The silence was abruptly broken when Changmin asked monotonically, “Are you in love with Jaejoong?”

“Did he just say ‘Jaejoong’?” Junsu’s draw dropped as he processed those words. The shock of the question threw him off completely and he could only make indignant noises that were incomprehensible to any human.

“I mean, that would make sense. You strive for his attention, and now you even work for him. You even seem pretty excited about it too. That could only mean one thing…” Changmin trailed off.

“Mean what? That I’m in love with Kim Jaejoong? Are you serious? Why would I be out of my mind and love him?!” Junsu squeaked.

“Well, I don’t know! That’s not a question I can answer, can I?” Changmin snapped.

“I’m not in love with him! I’m in love with…” Junsu shouted but stopped midsentence. All the blood seemed to rush to his face as he stared at Changmin.

The latter cocked an eyebrow and asked slowly, “You’re in love with…?”

The dolphin squeaked again, but lost all his steam. He kept looking at the younger boy with desperate eyes in hopes that Changmin would come to his senses. “Dear lord, how dense can you be?!” He mentally yelled.

A few seconds passed and no words were exchanged between the two. Junsu let out an exasperated sigh and threw up his arms. “I give up!” He groaned and turned away. He thought he seriously needed to re-evaluate his goals and perhaps love target. At this rate, his chance of success and winning fair lady’s, or gentleman’s, heart was 0.00001%. And the evil Prince Jaejoong’s chance of winning and capturing fair gentleman was most definitely 99.99999%.

However, something happened that Junsu did not expect. A strong hand gripped his wrist and pulled him back. He turned back quickly and looked at Changmin in utter surprise. His heart might very well have melted into a puddle of mush at Changmin’s expression.

A small pout formed at the bottom of the younger boy’s lip and his eyes were much cuter than any puppy that ever lived. “Hyung, please don’t go.” Changmin mumbled.

Junsu’s world was literally spinning then. “Did Changmin really just say those words? And what is this?! What is this adorable expression of his?! What happened to Mister Super Snarky? And most of all, why do I want to hug him and take him home and tell my mommy that I’m going to marry him and have the cutest little babies on earth?!?!” More run on sentences and jumbled words coursed through the dolphin’s head that could not fully express all of his feelings right then. And before he knew it, he had his arms around Changmin and was kissing him all over his face.

This is when Junsu let it all out. There was no way he could hold back after Changmin’s cute attack. “I’m doing this for you! I l-l-like you so much that I have to win you from Jaejoong. He promised that if I win, you’ll be mine and he’ll leave us alone!”
Changmin pulled back and raised his eyebrows at the other boy. “Win me? You’re competing against him? But how?” He asked incredulously.

“Well, that’s something I need to work on. Hehe…” The dolphin laughed nervously and cleared his throat when Changmin frowned at him. “What happened to the cutie side?” He wondered.

The younger butler bit his own lip and studied Junsu’s face carefully. “Do you really want to win?” He whispered.

Junsu nodded vigorously in response.

A smile spread across Changmin’s face. He placed his hands on his hips and said, “Then, let’s test your sincerity, Kim Junsu. I expect to see you tomorrow promptly at 6am in the Kims’ kitchen. Be prepare to work harder than you’ve ever worked before!”

    Junsu’s eyes were wide as he kept nodding stupidly at the other boy. He’s never seen Changmin so enthusiastic about anything before. It wasn’t as if the younger boy thought this was amusing and wanted to play along. The gleam in Changmin’s eyes told Junsu that he truly wanted him to win. “Because he loves me too?” The dolphin’s heart pounded at the thought.

    “Alright! I’ll see you tomorrow then!” Changmin spun around and started heading back to the mansion.

    “W-w-wait!” Junsu sputtered.

    Changmin stopped and turned to look at the dolphin,“Hmm?”

Junsu strode over to the other boy and smiled cheekily. “Can I get a goodnight kiss?” He pretended to sound confident but he was shaking on the inside. “Please be Cutie Min and not Mister Super Snarky!” He silently begged.

Changmin let out a laugh at Junsu’s feigned confidence. Seeing how the older boy’s expression slowly fell as Changmin was laughing at him, Changmin tried to suppress his laugh and straightened himself. “Ahem, fine. Consider this as an encouragement for you to show up early tomorrow.” He cleared his throat and leaned in.

Junsu squeezed his eyes shut and puckered his lips which earned a small chuckle from the other boy.

Changmin placed a kiss at the tip of the dolphin’s nose, and made his way down to Junsu’s lips.

Junsu’s insides were doing flips, twirls, and cartwheels. Just the mere idea of Changmin kissing him, as in a kiss initiated by Changmin, was enough to send the older boy to heaven. Then the fact that the other boy was a good kisser just too much for the dolphin to handle. But before Junsu could fall in any deeper into the kiss, Changmin broke the kiss gently.

With fluttering eyes and breathless gasps, they wrapped their arms around each other and enjoyed the blissful moment. “Goodnight?” Changmin whispered into Junsu’s ear.

“Mmm…goodnight, Changmin-ah,” the older boy whispered back and gave the other and light squeeze. As he watched Changmin leave, he whispered softly, “Do you like me too, Changmin-ah?”

End of flashback.

Junsu’s mother was worried about her son. He’s been very different lately and she couldn’t figure out why. She entered his room quietly after Junsu was back.

Junsu’s wet clothes were all over the floor, which caused his poor mother to sigh. She stepped in and gathered them while looking at her sleeping son. “Well, he certainly looks happy tonight.” She noted. “I wonder why?”

The dolphin was gripping his plush dolphin while sleeping with a goofy smile on his face. Before his mother left the room, she heard him muttered, “Changmin…win…yes…win…”

“Changmin? Who’s Changmin?” Mrs. Kim wondered.

The Kim’s mansion.

    “Yah! Jung Yunho! Wake up!” Jaejoong shouted and smacked his cousin with a pillow.

    “W-w-wahh? Where am I?” Yunho sputtered and sat up.

    “My room, you idiot. How impolite of you to fall asleep on someone else’s bed without permission,” Jaejoong said grumpily.

    “Aww, Joongie, I thought we were closer than that!” Yunho grinned but he got out of the other boy’s bed anyways.

    “We are close. And that’s exactly why I’m going to trust you.” Jaejoong said seriously with his arms crossed. He leaned against his bed post while staring at his cousin.

    “Trust me? With what?” The other yawned.

    “With my plan of bringing down Kim Junsu,” Jaejoong said flatly.

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Author's note: Hi bb's~~! Sorry again for the super duper delayed update. My writing's getting rusty and my writer's block is as menacing as ever. (If it's a lame chapter, sowwie! ^^;;) <3

It's Been Too Long

Wed, 27 May 2009 06:38:33 GMT

Hi guys!

Omg I miss livejournal, fanfics, and all of you way too much. I'm sorry for disappearing for months, but school consumed me completely. Now, my much needed summer break has finally come which means I'll be able to write again! Yay!

Since it's been awhile, I need to get reacquainted with my own fics in order to start writing again. I can't believe I left so many fics unfinished... oops... =X

So, help me out please? I want to gauge interest from you guys on which fic you'd want to see updated first. Once I get a sense of which one you'd like for me to continue, I'll start rereading the last chapters and pick it up from there. :)

Opinions? Requests?

LOVE,
MINNIE

Oh, My Sexy Darling SPECIAL part 5

Wed, 21 Jan 2009 07:45:44 GMT

Title: Oh, My Sexy Darling (Special)
Chapter: 5
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Jaemin
Summary: Jaejoong and Changmin prepares to embark on their life journey together. With an already rocky past, they must face more challenges in the land of Rome before realizing what love really means.
A/N: Mostly fluff to make up for the past melodramatic chapter.

Changmin sighed quietly as he stared lazily out the plane’s window. The peaceful passing of the clouds below slowly but surely lulled him to sleep. With eyes drooping and head resting against his seat, the artist soon fell into a serene slumber.

A sound caught his attention and in his half asleep half awake state, he opened one eye. Jaejoong was quietly laughing to himself about something. Correction: Jaejoong was giggling like a little girl at a booklet in his hands. This made Changmin awfully curious and with both eyes now fully open, he nudged his husband with his elbow.

“Hyung, what are you looking at?”

Jaejoong looked up hurriedly from his booklet and closed the thing immediately. He quickly shoved the item into his bag and smiled innocently at his lover. “Nothing babe! Just something silly!” He chuckled nervously.

Changmin raised his eyebrow and nodded slowly. He turned back to face the plane’s window and closed his eyes.

With a sigh of relief, Jaejoong reclined back into his chair and smiled at nothing in particular. However, as soon as the guitarist was comfortably seated and completely unaware, Changmin sprang from his seat and grabbed his husband’s bag at blinding speed.

“Changmin-ah, no!” The older man yelped and tried to pull the bag back, “Give it back, babe!”

“I want to see what it is!” The artist snapped and pulled the booklet out from Jaejoong’s bag. As soon as he saw the booklet’s cover, he dropped the bag with a thud to the floor.

The older man bit his lip nervously as he observed Changmin’s face carefully. The latter’s intense stare at the cover made him extremely nervous. “I…I…wasn’t sure if you’d like it. But I thought it was pretty cute and perhaps you’d find it suitable to your liking too. I mean, it’s not p…p…perfect or anything. But you know, it’ll do. For…for..now…right…?”

“It’s beautiful.” Changmin was breathless and as he slowly lifted his gaze from the booklet to his husband, a warm and ecstatic smile spread across his face. “Is this really what I think it is, Hyung?”

“You mean, you like it?” Jaejoong asked in surprise. “You…you really like it?”

“Of course I like it! No, I love it! It’s what I’ve always imagined it to be!” Changmin laughed and enveloped his arms around his husband’s neck. He kissed Jaejoong’s smooth cheek and nuzzled loving against his face.

“Oh thank god! I’m so glad you like it, babe. You have no idea how stressed I’ve been trying to look for the perfect one. I…I wanted it to be a surprise when we get back…” Jaejoong’s head dropped a little.

“Aww, I’m sorry, Hyung. I’m still so happy as it is!” Changmin grinned and pecked Jaejoong’s cheek again. He then opened the pages of the booklet as if each page contained priceless knowledge.

After fifteen minutes of plenty of oooh’s and ahh’s, Changmin finally closed the booklet and asked, “So, will this really be our home, Hyung?”

Jaejoong now grins confidently since he knew his choice had won the heart of his lover. With a smirk he nodded and added, “If only you solemnly swear to stop calling me ‘hyung’ and only refer to me as ‘Jae baby’ or ‘Hubby Jae.’ Whichever you prefer, love.”

“I prefer neither.” Changmin snorted.

“Jae baby” pouted and folded his arms in protest. “Fine! Then no housie for you!”

The artist raised an eyebrow at his husband’s childish but adorable act. He smirked and rolled his eyes before leaning in and whispered, “No housie for me? You mean no housie for you to come back to after a hard day of work when you’re tired and in need of a good back rub? You mean no housie for us to spend the rest of our lives together in? You, oh dear, you mean no housie for us to have hot and wild sex in so that I can scream as loud as I want when you fuck me so good I can’t control myself? You mean…”

Changmin was cut-off by his lover’s hot mouth that devoured his hungrily. Jaejoong wondered if Changmin knew what he does to him whenever he decides to be sexy and dirty like that. Maybe, Changmin knew perfectly well the effect he has upon the older man and uses it fully to his advantage. Whatever the reason may be, Jaejoong was more than happy to give it all to him. Both his burning sexual desire for Changmin and his lifelong dedication to give the younger man a perfect marriage.

In between their hot kiss, Jaejoong breathed hoarsely back to his husband, “It’s our home, baby. And as long as you want it to be our home, it’ll forever be mine as well.” He wrapped his arms around his more than happy husband and laid kisses all over his face.

As the couple sat in each other’s arms in bliss, the other first class passengers tried not to stare at them. It was hard not to want to stare at such handsome young men who looked more in love than any Hollywood couple in their cheesy movies.
“But, Hyung…” Before Changmin could finish his sentence, he bit his lip and cleared his throat when he caught Jaejoong’s glare. “I mean, Hubby Jae…”

Jaejoong grinned happily and approvingly. He even pinched Changmin’s cheek and cooed as if his husband was a baby.

“Ahem! Cut that out!” The “baby” growled which only made Jaejoong coo even more. “I said stop! Now, why didn’t you tell me you were looking for a house, hubby? I would’ve liked to look for one with you.”

The guitarist dropped his baby game with his lover and looked serious again. “Well, babe, I knew how busy you were with trying to set up a new exhibition in Japan and all. Plus, you were stressed from the wedding planning too. So, I thought the least I can do for my wonderful, hard-working husband is to find us a nice home. It wasn’t too hard really. Manager Hyung knew a couple of good realtors.”

“Yea, but, isn’t it more romantic for a couple to go house shopping together? That way the both of them can agree on a dream house together…” Changmin’s voice wandered.

“Wait, but you said this house was perfect. Didn’t you say you love it?” Jaejoong grew concerned.

“No! Don’t get me wrong, hubby! I DO think it’s perfect. It’s just…would’ve been even MORE perfect if we had picked it out together…” The artist felt guilty for complaining about it. But deep down, he really did want to go house shopping with Jaejoong.

“Alright, I’ll cancel the house as soon as we land. We’ll go find one together, okay, babe?”

“No! It’s alright! You probably worked really hard to find it. I’m sure it’ll be just fine.” Changmin grinned and squeezed Jaejoong’s hand.

“Are you sure…?” The older man asked carefully.

The artist nodded fervently and continued grinning from ear to ear.

“Well, you know, baby, how about this? How about we go see the house together and if you really do like it, we’ll take it? If not, we’ll go house shopping together!”

Changmin’s eyes shone at the suggestion. He lunged at his husband and planted a hard kiss on his lips.

However, he had to pull away embarrassedly when the flight attendant politely cleared her throat from the aisle. “I’m sorry, sir. But there are other passengers on the flight as well. Please respect our public display of affections code.”

“Ooops…” He mumbled under this breath.

Jaejoong let out a hearty laugh and replied, “They have a PDA code? Damn! If only they knew what we were doing in the lavatories on the other flights, eh?”

This made Changmin blush even more and he smacked his husband’s arm gently. “Sssshhh……….! But umm…I…umm…need to use the bathroom…” He darted out of his seat and never looked back.

Jaejoong snickered and counted to three. “1…2…3…ready or not here I come!”

Soon after, the flight attendant wished she hadn’t said anything to the couple. At least making out in their seats was better than hearing sex sounds coming from the lavatories.

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A/N: I'm gonna try to utilize as much of my free time this week to write as much as possible. :)
YAY? haha
And I apoligize if this chapter seems a bit pointless. I swear it's not. =/
Last update's cliffhanger will be answered soon! Don't hate me please!

Oh, My Sexy Darling SPECIAL part 4

Fri, 26 Dec 2008 11:26:09 GMT

Title: Oh, My Sexy Darling (Special)
Chapter: 4
Rating: R
Pairing: Jaemin
Summary: Jaejoong and Changmin prepares to embark on their life journey together. With an already rocky past, they must face more challenges in the land of Rome before realizing what love really means.

Yoochun cursed at the traffic that held him prisoner among the midst of cars. From the map that he had purchased at his arrival in Rome, he soon realized that he was no further than a block away from the hospital. Quickly sorting through his newly exchanged Euro dollars, he gave the taxi driver more than enough for the fare.

The nimble pianist hopped out of the taxi and waved at the driver as he sprinted to the sidewalk. He bumped past many pedestrians, some of whom gave him flirty smiles. But even the most attractive Italian woman with an inviting grin went unnoticed to Yoochun’s eyes. All he cared about was being there for Changmin.

“I’m looking for Changmin Shim!” Yoochun asked breathlessly in English. Quickly realizing he had made a mistake, he immediately corrected himself and asked for Jaejoong Kim.

The receptionist smiled warmly and took a suspiciously longer time to look up the requested name. This made Yoochun frown impatiently and tap his hand in a rushed rhythm on the reception counter. “Room 420,” the receptionist finally responded.

“Thank you!” With that short expression of gratitude, Yoochun made a mad dash down the hall to find the elevators.

It took him ten minutes to get to the fourth floor of the hospital and navigate around the confusing lay out of the building. His tiredness and frustration soon ebbed away when he spotted the handsome young artist sitting alone in the fourth floor lobby. Room 420 was just adjacent to the lobby.

Yoochun swiftly scanned the room for Soojin. With a sigh of relief, he confirmed to himself that the woman was not there yet. He straightened his leather jacket and walked confidently towards Changmin. “Changmin-ah, are you alright?” His voice was soft and full of genuine concern.

Changmin had his face buried in his hands when he heard Yoochun’s distinct voice. He looked up and gave the older man a desperate look that made Yoochun’s heart ache painfully. “Hyung, you came.” Changmin’s voice was raspy and his eyes were shadowed by weariness. “I wasn’t sure if you could make it. Thanks for being here, Hyung.”

“Of course I’d be here,” the pianist stated and took a seat next to Changmin’s sudden frail form, “Jaejoong is my best friend and you…you’re…” His voice trailed off when he saw the frown on the younger man’s face. It was a frown of neither anger nor confusion. But it was Changmin’s subtle way of begging Yoochun not to delve into the possibility of the words that would follow his statement.

“Jaejoong would be glad to see you when he wakes up,” the artist’s voice was barely audible but was full of sincerity.

Yoochun nodded in return and place his arm over Changmin’s shoulders. He gave his shoulder a small squeeze and tried his best to deliver his signature grin. “Of course! Who wouldn’t be glad to see me?” He winked and chuckled.

Changmin nodded and chuckled back. He was always amazed by the effects Yoochun had on people. The latter, Changmin admitted to himself, had an uncanny sense of humor that lightens up the atmosphere of a situation no matter how horrible or depressing the current situation may be.

“So, how’s old Jae doing?” Yoochun’s wide grin was now reduced to a grim line.

Changmin fidgeted and rocked his body back and forth. His face turned pale and his breaths were too short. He was clearly trying to hold himself together and whenever he opened his mouth to answer Yoochun, only incoherent sounds came out.

Yoochun’s eyebrows knitted together in worry as he watched the younger man slowly break down. Not caring about anything else, he wrapped his arms around Changmin’s body and kissed his hair. “Dongsaeng-ah, calm down. Take a deep breath and count with me to ten.” Yoochun pulled back slightly so he could face the artist and held his face firmly in front of his own. “Ready?” He whispered.

Changmin nodded and breathed in deeply.

“Now exhale,” Yoochun ordered. “Good boy. Now count with me. 1…2…”

“Do I have to?”

“Yes.”

“But people are looking.”

“I’ll kiss you here and now if you don’t do it.”

Changmin frowned and gave the other a warning glare. Seeing Changmin’s displeased face made Yoochun burst out in laughter.

“Relax, Min, I was just kidding! Don’t get your panties in a knot now.” The pianist smirked and ruffled the younger man’s already messy hair. “But seriously though, you need to take a deep breath and relax. Jaejoong’s safe now and I’m sure he’s on his way to recovery.”

“But it’s all my fault.”

“What do you mean, Changmin-ah?” Yoochun’s face hardened, “I won’t have you beat yourself up over this.”

Changmin stood up abruptly and paced back and forth in front of his hyung. His face was half hidden by his long bangs as he retold the story to Yoochun in a strained voice. After he was finished, the words that came out were constantly interrupted by repressed sobs. “If only I wasn’t so stupid and childish, Hyung, none of this would have happened! It’s all my fault! I…I…I love him so much, Yoochun. But why do I always hurt him?”

The pianist’s eyes were downcast as he listened to the story. He knew very well that his very intention for being in Rome was to ruin his best friend’s honeymoon. Yet, he never planned on things to turn out this way. The consequences for my presence are unfathomable, he mused, is the chase for Changmin truly worth the pain I’m giving him and Jaejoong?

Yoochun finally looked up and gave Changmin a sad smile and stood beside him. He placed his hand on Changmin’s shoulder and gave it a comforting squeeze. “I’m sorry for trying so hard to obtain something I can never have. You’re not the one that’s hurting him, Min. Trust me. But don’t worry, things will get better soon.”

“Hyung, I really don’t understand. What are you…?”

The older man suddenly pulled up his sleeve and stared at his watch. “Omo! Would you look at the time?! Sorry, dongsaeng-ah, but I have to umm…be at a…umm…meeting. I’ll be back later to check on old Jae, alright? Gimme a call if you need anything,” Yoochun said hurriedly and gave Changmin’s shoulder another squeeze. Then, without a moment of hesitation or even a glance backward, the pianist rushed out into the elevators. He left behind a thoroughly confused young man to wonder about his hyung’s strange behavior.

“Excuse me, sir.” A soft female voice startled Changmin.

“Huh? Yes?” He quickly turned around to face a smiling nurse.

“Mr. Kim is awake now. He asked to see you, sir.” Her polite accented English somehow helped calm Changmin.

Or maybe it’s just the fact that his husband is conscious that comforts him. “Oh, thank you. I’ll be right there.” With a deep breath and a rushed count to ten, the artist stepped into his injured lover’s room.

Much to Changmin’s surprise, Jaejoong was sitting almost fully upright with a pillow propped behind his back. The older man’s winning smile almost made Changmin forget that he was ever even hurt. But the white cast and Jaejoong’s heavily bandaged shoulder were painful reminders of the ordeal.

“Hi, baby. Why won’t you come closer? I won’t bite.” Jaejoong smirked and held out his good arm.

Changmin swallowed a sob and cleared his throat before stepping forward. He took his husband’s hand and kissed the palm gently. “How are you feeling, Hyung?”

“Well, I hate to admit it, but Kim Jaejoong has never been beaten up this badly before. And I thought I got it bad when you got mad at me when I ate most of your birthday cake before the party even started. You nearly killed me that time, you know, babe?” The guitarist let out a hearty laugh and pulled Changmin towards him. He wrapped his arm around his waist and rested his head on his shoulder.

The other sighed softly and tried to pull away. But Jaejoong’s hold refused to let him budge even an inch. The more Changmin tried to wiggle away, the more forceful Jaejoong’s hold around his waist became. “Hyung…”

“I’m not going to let you go, Shim Changmin.” The older man whispered, “Not now, not ever. I’ll never let you run away again. I’m sorry, love, but you’re stuck with me for good.” He kissed his lover’s hair and pressed their bodies close together. He didn’t mind the sharp pain on his left chest due to their contact. All he needed was Changmin.

With all the self-control that he possessed, Changmin held back his tears. In a calm tone, he responded, “Stop saying strange things, Hyung. Just focus on getting better, alright?” He placed a hand Jaejoong’s right chest and gave a firm push back. The pained look on the guitarist’s face threatened to tear Changmin apart. Control yourself, Shim Changmin! Don’t cry! But what happened next was beyond the artist’s control.

Changmin forgot just strong Jaejoong really is. With an easy grip of the younger man’s shirt collar, the guitarist brought their lips together. Not waiting for a protest, Jaejoong pushed his younger lover down onto the bed. Changmin now laid with his head near the foot of the bed with his lover hovering above him.

“Why does it feel like you want to leave me, Changmin-ah? Please tell me I’m wrong.” Jaejoong’s face was scrunched up in pain and sadness.

“W…w…what makes you say that?” Changmin stuttered breathlessly and avoided looking into Jaejoong’s eyes.

“I don’t know. I just…I…I can feel it. I haven’t felt this scared since the time you were in a coma. I almost lost you then, Changmin-ah. And now, I’m absolutely scared out of my mind again!”

Something wet hit Changmin’s face gently. It rolled down his cheek and left a trail of moisture. Changmin was aware that it was not his tear. When another drop hit his cheek, he ventured to look up at the man above him.

It was extremely rare for Changmin to see Jaejoong cry. And the last time he had ever seen his husband shed this much tear was when he had just come out of his coma. With a soft smile, he wrapped his arms around Jaejoong’s neck and pulled him close.

Without a word, Changmin simply kissed his husband. But the kiss soon deepened that even Jaejoong was caught off guard. The younger man aggressively pushed his tongue deep into his lover’s mouth. He kissed him fervently without giving any sign of wanting the kiss to end.

So the two men were lost in their own world as they sank deeper and deeper into their passionate kiss. Neither heard the soft click of the door and the gasp that escaped their visitor’s mouth.

Jaejoong was the one to pull away but only to trace his lips along Changmin’s beautiful jawline. He nibbled down his lover’s neck and placed loving kisses along the way.

“I’ll do anything you tell me to, Hyung,” Changmin gasped, “Anything at all.”

“Never leave my side. Stay with me until we’re both too old to walk. Stay with me until the last words that would ever escape my lips are ‘I love you, Kim Changmin. I’m glad to have spent my life with you.’”

It was Changmin’s turn to cry this time. The overwhelming flood of emotions took control of his entire body. His whole body shook as he sobbed under Jaejoong. “I’m so sorry, Jaejoong-ah. I really love you with all my heart. I don’t want to leave you.”

“Then don’t, silly. I’m not going to let you, anyways. ” Jaejoong recaptured Changmin’s lips and locked them in another ardent kiss.

Neither knew how long they made out or how long they spent on mushy talks. They didn’t even know when it was that they fell asleep peacefully side by side with their hands locked together.

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Soojin immediately closed the door after witnessing the scene. She rushed away and situated herself against the wall of the hospital’s lobby. With her eyes closed, she tried to regain her breath and composure.

“Just give up, Soojin-ah.”

Yoochun’s words echoed in her mind. Soojin shook her head furiously and forced his voice out of her head. “No! I refuse!”

She slowly opened her eyes again and realized some people were staring at her oddly. With a weak smile, she sped out of the hospital towards her car. Before entering her Porsche convertible, she dialed a number on her cell phone.

“Hello? Is this the reporter for Asia Times? This is Lee Soojin and I have a story you won’t be able to turn down.”

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Author's note: Hello loves! Sorry it's been forever since I've updated! >.<;;
But umm...hi? :P

My Hero My Sidekick

Tue, 28 Oct 2008 19:25:02 GMT

After getting the new 2008 Tmobile Sidekick, I went straight online to skinit.com and designed a custom shell for my snazzy new phone.

Of course, the first theme that came to mind was TVXQ, I mean why else would I want to spend $15 on Sidekick's shell customization? :D

I had lots and lots of candidates of pictures, and in the end I picked something that's both expressive and artistic.

Original picture with a touch of Photoshop:

SIDEKICK TRANSFORMATION!

Back left says, "Minh 2 TVXQ!" My full first name is Minh-Thu which in English sounds like Minh 2 xP

The quality isn't perfect, but close enough. Skinit.com can definitely improve itself by having a more realistic preview of the shell. I really dislike how Jae came out in this semi-grey/purplish color. He was perfectly black and white in the preview online so....I say they should give me a discount of $5. :P

Oh, and the next update of OMSD special SHOULD be this weekend. No promises though.

OMG I'm Back! Well, Sort Of....

Thu, 02 Oct 2008 04:35:59 GMT

Hulloh everybody! Greetings from Hollis South room 06 located in the historic and beautiful Harvard campus. I know my disappearance from the LJ world has caused many of you to be distressed, but fear no more! I AM BACK! xD

All of my freetime over the past 3-4 weeks have been dedicated to my new friends here in college and reading the Twilight Saga. But, of course, I've been thinking a lot about when I should come back to LJ and start picking up my fics again.

So, here I am with a very short update teaser for OMSD Part 4! :D

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Anywho, back to the more important story of our boys...

Title: Oh, My Sexy Darling (Special)

Chapter: 4 (teaser)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Jaemin
Summary: Jaejoong and Changmin prepares to embark on their life journey together. With an already rocky past, they must face more challenges in the land of Rome before realizing what love really means.

Yoochun cursed at the traffic that held him prisoner among the mist of cars. From the map that he had purchased at his arrival in Rome, he soon realized that he was no further than a block away from the hospital. Quickly sorting through his newly exchanged Euro dollars, he gave the taxi driver more than enough for the fare.

“I’m looking for Changmin Shim!” Yoochun asked breathlessly in English. Quickly realizing he had made a mistake, he immediately corrected himself and asked for Jaejoong Kim.

“Thank you!” With that short expression of gratitude, Yoochun made a mad dash down the hall to find the elevators.

“Jaejoong would be glad to see you when he wakes up,” the artist’s voice was barely audible but was full of sincerity.

“So, how’s old Jae doing?” Yoochun’s wide grin was now reduced to a grim line.

Changmin nodded and breathed in deeply.

“Now exhale,” Yoochun ordered. “Good boy. Now count with me. 1…2…”

“Do I have to?”

“Yes.”

“But people are looking.”

“I’ll kiss you here and now if you don’t do it.”

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Author's note: Please excuse my "unbeta-ed-ness." I need to sleep...like...NOW...=.=

Oh, My Sexy Darling SPECIAL part 3

Thu, 04 Sep 2008 09:43:50 GMT

Title: Oh, My Sexy Darling (Special)
Chapter: 3
Rating: R
Pairing: Jaemin
Summary: Jaejoong and Changmin prepares to embark on their life journey together. With an already rocky past, they must face more challenges in the land of Rome before realizing what love really means.

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“Benvenuto a Roma!” Changmin read the welcome sign just outside of the airport. He repeated the words several times and smiled giddily to himself.

“What is it, honey?” Jaejoong asked curiously and poked his head out the taxi’s window.

The younger man giggled and replied, “Rome is saying hello to us, Jaejoong-ah.” He hastily pulled out his camera and began snapping pictures of the welcome sign as well as various other things that caught his eye.

“Ahh, I’m exhausted,” the guitarist yawned and stretched his arms widely in the small taxi. He accidentally knocked his husband’s camera out of Changmin’s hands and received an angry pout from him.

Jaejoong apologized profusely to his lover and bent over to pick up the fallen item on the taxi’s floor. He took his sweet time in getting back up which made Changmin curious. The latter’s curiosity was soon answered when he felt Jaejoong firmly gripping his crotch.

The artist yelped but quickly covered his mouth when he saw the taxi driver giving him strange looks from the rearview mirror. He tried to smile casually as if nothing was happening. “Jae! Stop…! Not here!” He whispered hoarsely and nudged his husband with his knee.

Jaejoong sighed a heartbreaking sigh and sat back up with the most sorrowful expression on his face, “Oh, I guess my husband just don’t want me anymore.”

“Stop being so childish, Jae. Sex on the airplane was bad enough; we’ll be kicked out of this taxi if the driver catches us!” Changmin’s cheeks were already hot and red. He sometimes wished that his husband would practice more discretion in regards to public display of affections.

“Oh, shucks, I bet he’d like it if he saw us doing it in the backseats. I heard that the Italians are quite open about sex,” Jaejoong stated matter-of-factly.

“Oh, shut up,” the younger man shook his head but couldn’t help but smile. He had to admit the thought of getting caught by that old driver was both horrific and hilarious at the same time.

The guitarist started to browse through the pictures that Changmin have taken on his digital camera. Most of them were sceneries of the city at angles that were undeniably artistic. However, there was one picture that made Jaejoong stop and gawk. “Huh?! What is he doing here?” He yelled.

“What? Who?” Changmin glanced over at the camera’s screen. His jaw dropped when he saw that he had somehow taken a picture of Yoochun. The pianist was sitting in his own taxi with another person. Changmin couldn’t tell who the other person was but guessed that it was a woman.

“When did you take this and why didn’t you tell me Yoochun was here?” Jaejoong asked in an accusatory tone.

“I have no idea, Hyung! I must’ve taken it accidentally when you knocked the camera out of my hand,” Changmin frowned back at his husband and wondered why Jaejoong looked so upset all of a sudden.

“Really? That’s a pretty darn good shot for an accident,” the pianist said in a half-sarcastic tone. He quickly went through all of the pictures again to make sure he didn’t miss anything as important as this.

“But I did see him on the plane though,” Changmin stated nonchalantly.

“On the plane? Why didn’t you tell me?” Jaejoong asked gruffly. Deep down, he knew something fishy was up. It’s almost impossible for Yoochun to coincidentally be in Rome while the newlyweds were on their honeymoon.

“You were too busy talking to your darling Soojin,” the artist snorted and rolled his eyes.

“My darling…? Argh! Babe! I thought you were over this!” Jaejoong cried out in frustration. He had the strong desire to slam the camera against the window’s glass but stopped himself when he thought about how devastated and infuriated Changmin would be.

“You know that woman has something in mind for coming to Rome! The moment she saw you she had her paw all over you!” The younger man let loose all of his built-up jealousy.

“Oh, and why do you think Yoochun is here as well? I see the way he looks at you. First it was Junsu, now him. If anyone has the right to be jealous, it’s me!” Jaejoong shouted.

Changmin’s lower lip quivered as he stared tearfully at his husband, “It’s…n…not my f…f..fault…!” Just as the taxi stopped at an intersection, the artist abruptly opened the door and ran out of the car.

Jaejoong’s jaw dropped as he watched the younger man speeding across the streets to the other side. He cursed loudly and ran out of the car as well.

The taxi driver was completely in shock and honked loudly at the both of them. He prayed that they’d be back before the lights turn green.

Jaejoong ran as hard as his legs could carry him. This was not the first time that he hated the fact that his shorter legs could not match the pace of Changmin’s longer ones. “KIM CHANGMIN! YOU COME BACK HERE RIGHT THIS INSTANT, MISTER!” Jaejoong roared.

“Don’t call me that!” Changmin shouted back and kept on marching away.

“KIM CHANGMIN! KIM CHANGMIN! MY KIM CHANGMIN!” The guitarist screamed at the top of his lungs.

Of course the commotion made many tourists and natives of Rome stop and stare. None of them knew what the two men were saying, but they couldn’t help but be fixated on the two handsome Koreans.

All the screaming and yelling as well as trying to chase down Changmin made Jaejoong exhausted very quickly. He had to stop to catch his breath and didn’t notice just exactly where he had stopped.

“Ja voi movimento!” An angry Italian driver shouted and waved his arm at Jaejoong. The latter knew right away he was being ordered to move.

The guitarist nodded in apology and hurriedly stepped off the streets and onto the sidewalk. When he looked back to where he saw his husband last, he realized that Changmin was gone. Growling in frustration, he pushed past the crowd of people and searched frantically for his lover.

Half an hour went by and Jaejoong was in full panic mode. His voice was hoarse and strained from continuously calling out his husband’s name. From the pits of his stomach, he was deathly afraid that he would never be able to find Changmin. Not only would that be a danger to their young marriage, but Jaejoong also found it dangerous for Changmin to be wandering around by himself. He had tried calling his husband’s cell phone but he was only put on voicemail for the fiftieth time.

“Fuck, baby, why?! Why are you doing this to me?!” The guitarist panted. But he never stopped moving and told himself he couldn’t stop until he finds his husband.

A full hour went by since Changmin’s disappearance and Jaejoong was simply ready to kill someone. His tired legs forced him to slow down. As he passed an alleyway, he spotted some rugged thugs cornering a person. That person was hidden from Jaejoong’s view since the men were too tall.

“Diaci i vostri soldi!” A man said roughly and pushed his victim against the wall. The others sneered and closed their circle around their prey.

Jaejoong was in a dilemma. He didn’t know if he should stop and help the poor person or continue on looking for Changmin. His indecisiveness made him frozen in his spot just outside of the alley.

“Soldi! Soldi!” The man said again, this time with more malice, “No soldi? Come circa il sesso?” He pulled at the victim’s collar and pressed his face against the other person. The thug licked his lips and stroked the victim’s face perversely.

Jaejoong could see the other men getting closer and closer to the cornered person. What followed was a loud ripping noise of clothes and an even louder scream. The guitarist recognized the scream instantly. He ran at full speed towards the group of thugs and lunged his body at one holding the victim.

The thug grunted in pain and crashed to the ground, “Bastardo!”

The others were bewildered to see the small framed but well-built Korean challenging them. Jaejoong took advantage of their pause and pulled the victim into his arms.

“Let me go! Don’t touch me!” He screamed.

“Baby, it’s me! Changmin-ah, open your eyes! It’s me!” Jaejoong said urgently and hugged his lover tightly.

The latter’s eyes flew open when he recognized the voice. He broke out in sobs from the relief of seeing his husband, “Jaejoong-ah! Oh god, Jaejoong-ah!”

“Ssshhh…!” Jaejoong tried to soothe the younger man. When he saw the wide tear of Changmin’s shirt and his jeans being unbuckled, something inside of him broke. His hands balled into menacing fists and his teeth were clenched tightly together.

What happened after was a blur to Changmin. Fists flew and legs strike at lightning speed. Even though the Italians were bigger in size compared to Jaejoong, he was obviously a better fighter. After all of them were on the ground groaning in pain, the guitarist pulled the leader of the gang up by the front of his shirt.

The assumed leader was the one to touch Changmin inappropriately first and the one that demanded sex and money out of him. Jaejoong’s blood boiled as he stared at the thug. He raised his fist high and brought it down with as much force as possible.

“Jaejoong-ah, no!” Changmin shouted and held onto Jaejoong’s arm, “Don’t do it! He’s not worth it!”

“Let me beat the pulp out of him, Changmin! How dare he touch you like that? I’ll fucking kill him right now!” The infuriated guitarist growled.

“Jaejoong-ah, please stop! This is enough! Th…th..this is partly my fault anyways,” Changmin sobbed.

Jaejoong dropped the Italian thug slowly and turned to face his husband. He sighed loudly and pulled Changmin into a close embrace. He kissed the back of his lover’s head and whispered comforting words into his ear, “It’s alright. As long as you’re okay, my love. As long as you’re okay.”

These heartfelt words made Changmin cry even louder. He blamed himself for being a jealous idiot and causing so much trouble for Jaejoong.

As the two men were hugging and comforting one another, they failed to notice the leader of the gang of thugs rising from the ground. He grabbed the nearest metal pole that he could find and raised it to strike at Changmin.

Jaejoong’s eyes widened as he watched the pole being brought down upon his lover’s back. With all the energy and speed he could muster, he tossed Changmin aside and blocked him with his own body. His entire body numbed in pain as the pole slammed hard against his left shoulder and chest.

“JAEJOONG-AH!”

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Changmin’s scream rang out for blocks on end. Luckily, it caught the attention of many and brought them over to the source.

Seeing people approaching, the thugs got scared and ran away from the scene.

The only two people left at the crime scene were the two young men. One held the other in his arms as tears poured down his face.

Changmin was kneeling on the ground with Jaejoong leaning against his chest. The artist broke down completely he saw the deep red marks on his lover’s body.

Jaejoong smiled weakly and held his hand to Changmin’s face. He brushed away the tears that stained his husband’s face. “Don’t cry, honey. I’ll be just fine. I’m…I’m…your Hero afterall,” he whispered.

The police soon arrived with the paramedics. Changmin and Jaejoong were then on their way to Rome’s hospital.

Their first day in Rome already proved to be disastrous.

Our second day being married, and already I’ve hurt Jaejoong. How am I supposed to spend my life with him? Changmin mused sorrowfully as he sat in the ambulance truck next to a sleeping Jaejoong.

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Yoochun rushed to the hospital as soon as he heard the news. Changmin had called him fifteen minutes earlier and informed him briefly about what happened. As he was being driven to the hospital by taxi, his cell phone rang again, “Hello? Soojin?”

“Yoochun-shii! Did you hear what happened to Jaejoong?!” The woman shrieked.

“Yes, I have. Calm down, Soojin-ah. Changmin told me he’ll be alright. But how did you hear about the news?” Yoochun inquired.

“Jaejoong’s manager called me. I’m guessing Changmin called him first to let him know about what happened. Manager-shii knows I’m in Rome so he contacted me and asked me to visit Jaejoong. I’m on my way right now,” Soojin’s voice was full of anxiety.

“Me too. I’ll see you there. But, Soojin-ah…” The pianist’s voice grew concerned.

“What is it?” Soojin asked hurriedly.

“Try to be sensitive when you get there. They’ve both been through a lot today. Try and back off a bit right now. I don’t want Changmin to deal with any more problems,” Yoochun said solemnly.

“Well, then you go ahead and take care of your precious Changmin. I have my own agenda,” Soojin said curtly and hung up the phone.

Yoochun growled and asked the driver in English to drive faster. He wanted to be there to stop Soojin from creating any unnecessary drama.

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Author's note: Italian to English translations:

"Benvenuto a Roma!" : Welcome to Rome!
"Ja voi movimento!" : Hey you move!
"Diaci i vostri soldi!" : Give us your money!
"Soldi! Soldi!" : Money! Money!
“No soldi? Come circa il sesso?" : No money? How about sex?

I'm sorry, I sort of lied about posting all of the SPECIAL in one go. I really tried my best to write as much as I could. But it seems that I have set too short of a deadline for myself. Hopefully, you guys are still happy with what I have now. I'll try to write more tomorrow. >.<;;

Oh, My Sexy Darling SPECIAL part 2

Thu, 04 Sep 2008 09:36:00 GMT

Title: Oh, My Sexy Darling (Special)
Chapter: 2
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Jaemin
Summary: Jaejoong and Changmin prepares to embark on their life journey together. With an already rocky past, they must face more challenges in the land of Rome before realizing what love really means.

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Changmin’s jaw dropped as he stared at the woman with a huge pair of designer sunglasses. He scowled at her and didn’t care that his displeasure in seeing her was obvious.

“Soojin-ah! What are you doing here?” Jaejoong asked in surprise.

“What indeed…” Changmin muttered.

“I have a photoshoot in Rome and I’m going sight-seeing as well. Let me guess, you two are on your honeymoon. How cute!” She grinned and put her manicured hand on Jaejoong’s shoulder.

“Yes, we’re going to Rome but there’s nothing cute about it,” Changmin said bitingly and stood up from his seat, “I’m gonna walk around the plane to stretch my legs.” As he brushed past Soojin, he pushed her hand away from his husband’s shoulder and gave her a warning look.

Jaejoong knew right away what was going on. He was secretly pleased that Changmin was jealous of Soojin since it was rare for him to see the younger man show his possessive side. But he hoped that it wouldn’t make his husband too upset that he wouldn’t be able to enjoy their honeymoon.

Changmin’s insides were boiling and he tried every methods that he knew to calm himself down. How dare that bitch follow us?! Coincidence my ass! He fumed.

The artist was so angry and wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn’t notice the other seated passengers staring at him. The sight of the handsome young man stomping furiously up and down the aisle of the airplane was certainly eye catching.

Changmin didn’t even notice someone had extended his leg out in aisle until it was too late. The artist yelped as he tripped over the leg and fell face forward.

A pair of strong arms caught his waist and stopped him from falling. In one swift and powerful motion, the arms also pulled Changmin into the lap of the man.

“Hello, Minnie,” Yoochun smiled charmingly and pecked the surprised man’s cheek.

“Yoochun Hyung?! What are you doing here?!” Changmin shouted.

“To see you of course!” Yoochun said warmly and flashed a hundred watt smile. After seeing Changmin’s grim expression, the pianist broke out in laughter and shook his head, “Minnie-ah, I’m just kidding. I’m here for a business trip.”

“Business? Really? In Rome?” The younger man asked suspiciously. He still hadn’t forgotten about Yoochun’s feelings for him during Jaejoong’s absence a year ago.

“Yep! I have 2 concerts scheduled in Rome this week. It’ll be my first time performing in Europe, so I hope you’ll be there to support me!” Yoochun squeezed Changmin’s waist tightly and nuzzled against him like a puppy.

Sensing the stares from the other passengers, the embarrassed artist stood up abruptly and pulled away from the pianist’s hold. “That’s great, Hyung! I’ll tell Jaejoong about it and we’ll definitely come to one of your performances,” he tried to ignore the loving look on Yoochun’s face and played things off as coolly as possible.

With a wave and a quick smile, Changmin walked away from Yoochun’s seat and back to his own. To his relief, Soojin was no longer there.

“Babe! I was getting worried about you!” Jaejoong called out loudly when he spotted his young husband heading back to their seats. He pulled on Changmin’s wrist and kissed the younger man’s hand lovingly.

“Oh really? I thought you were too busy talking to your darling Soojin,” Changmin said coldly, not even caring that he was showing obvious signs of jealousy.

“Darling Soojin?” Jaejoong cocked an eyebrow at his lover, “Babe, don’t tell me you’re still jealous of her.”

“Hmph!” The artist turned his back towards his husband and stared at the passing white clouds outside his window.

The guitarist threw up his arms exaggeratedly and sighed as if he was truly devastated. Suddenly, he bolted up from his seat and turned around to face the many curious faces of the other passengers. “Ladies and gentlemen, I’d like to make an announcement!” Jaejoong said loudly.

“Jae! What are you doing?!” Changmin asked in a hushed tone and tried to pull the older man back down onto his seat. But, much to his displeasure, Jaejoong pulled away and stood firmly in his spot.

“I would like to announce that as of yesterday, I am a married man. And I am married to none other than the most incredible man in all of Asia. I don’t know what European men are like, but I’m sure no one can compare to my sexy darling either,” the confident guitarist’s voice rang clear and captured the attention of everyone on board.

At first there were murmurs and scattered whispers. Changmin sighed and hid his face behind his hands after he assumed that the other passengers must have thought his husband was insane. He seriously wondered if Jaejoong really did become crazy to the point that he’d make such a public announcement. This was especially bad since his manager had worked so hard to keep his sexuality under cover.

But after a minute, a young man about a few years younger than Changmin stood up and spoke back to Jaejoong, “Congratulations! You two must be the happiest couple there is!” Then, he clapped his hands and urged the others to do the same. Most of the other passengers followed suit and the entire cabin was soon in an uproar.

Loud cheers and whistles erupted throughout the plane.

Jaejoong even did his celebrity wave and flashed the most captivating smile he possessed. When the cheering diminished, he sat back down and put on a smug expression for his husband to see. “Don’t tell me you’re not touched by that, baby,” he teased.

“Touched?!” Changmin spitted out and smacked the guitarist’s arm roughly, “That was the most embarrassing ordeal I’ve ever went through! Why do such things always happen to me when I’m with you, Kim Jaejoong?! First it was the nude painting, then the sex in the museum, now this?!?!” The artist looked like he was ready to eat up Jaejoong. And not the good kind of eating up either.

Jaejoong attempted to block his husband’s hits which only angered Changmin even more. Amidst the attack, he tried to explain himself to the infuriated artist, “Babe…! I thought it’d make you happy. I love you so much that I want everyone to know that we’re married. After all the things we’ve been through, don’t I deserve the chance to celebrate the fact that we’re together?”

Hearing those words made Changmin stop immediately. He stared hard at the other man and realized just how true Jaejoong’s words were. They have been through a lot. From Junsu’s jealous rampage to Changmin’s coma, their relationship had to pass through significant hurdles that threatened to break them up at every turn. And yet, here they were, married and about to embark on their life journey together.

With a sigh and a gentle smile, Changmin dropped his flailing arms and nuzzled against his husband.

The dramatic change of mood from the younger man surprised Jaejoong. But the latter was more than happy to accept it. He took Changmin’s soft hand and gave it a loving squeeze, “I love you, Shim Changmin. And you’re the only person I’ll ever love. So stop thinking silly things about Soojin and me, alright?”

“Okay, baby,” Changmin said sheepishly and kissed the sleeve of his lover’s t-shirt. “Do you want to go to the bathroom again…?” He whispered ever so softly.

Jaejoong’s eyes popped out of their sockets as he stared at the top of his husband’s head. For all the years that they’ve been together, this was the first time Changmin had initiated any kind of sexual suggestions. But before he had the chance to reply, the younger man was already strutting towards the bathroom.

“Yah! Babe! Wait for me!” Jaejoong squeaked.

The two unhappiest people on the plane were staring fixedly on the newlyweds from Jaejoong’s boisterous announcement to their retreat to the bathroom. Soojin turned around and looked at Yoochun straight in the eye. They were separated by only a few rows of seats. With a knowing nod, Yoochun sealed the deal that they set out to accomplish.

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Oh, My Sexy Darling SPECIAL part 1

Thu, 04 Sep 2008 09:32:54 GMT

Title: Oh, My Sexy Darling (Special)
Chapter: 1
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jaemin
Summary: Jaejoong and Changmin prepares to embark on their life journey together. With an already rocky past, they must face more challenges in the land of Rome before realizing what love really means.

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The news struck Changmin like thunder. As he gripped the remote control in one hand and pulled at the fabric of his pants with the other, he stared in disbelief at the TV screen.

He told me that nothing was going on between them, Changmin recalled when he recognized the woman’s face. He turned up the volume of the television and growled lowly at the report being given.

“Kim Jaejoong, a guitarist superstar who has make it big in both Korea and Japan, is now involved in the latest scandal with Seoul’s shining star, Lee Soojin. They were last seen together coming out of a hotel together in Seoul. The rumors surrounding the two young stars have speculated that they have been dating secretly,” the news reporter stated.

Coming out of a hotel together?! Changmin’s mind exploded. He clicked-off the television and threw the remote control across the room. He got up from the couch and started pacing back and forth agitatedly.

“Why does this have to happen now?” He muttered under his breath. He paused in front of the calendar and stared hard at the date circled in red with small hearts surrounding it. “Our wedding,” Changmin read the words under the date aloud. He sighed exasperatedly and tugged at his hair in both jealousy and frustration.

No, it can’t be! He wouldn’t do that to me. He couldn’t! He…shouldn’t…

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“Baby, why aren’t you smiling? Aren’t you happy that we’re married?” Jaejoong asked worriedly. He set down his champagne glass and turned to face his newly wedded husband.

“Of course I’m happy,” Changmin said quickly, “It’s just that…” His voice trailed off and his eyes wandered aimlessly among the crowd of guests.

“It’s just what? What’s bothering you, babe?” The guitarist inquired and entwined their fingers together. He ran his thumb back and forth over Changmin’s wedding ring and smiled to himself.

“I…shouldn’t say it now. I’ll tell you about it later,” the artist tried to smile at the groom but failed to make it genuine. He only held their gazes for a short moment before looking away.

“Tell me now, baby. We’re officially married for one hour and fifteen minutes. And as your one hour and fifteen minutes husband, I think I have the right to know what’s bothering my cute wife,” Jaejoong stated and chuckled when he saw Changmin roll his eyes at him.

“Cute wife? You do realize we’re two men, right Hyung?” The other chuckled too.

“Of course I know that,” Jaejoong in turn rolled his eyes. A mischievous smile spread across his face as he glanced at Changmin’s lower body. “I know perfectly well who I married,” he purred and groped his “cute wife’s” crotch at the speed of light.

Changmin gasped and smacked his husband’s arm hard several times. “Decency! Have some decency! Our families and friends are still here!” He snapped and continued slapping the other man.

“Aww, already fighting?” A woman’s voice broke the newlyweds’ puppy fight, “That’s not a good sign.”

Changmin’s heart pounded as soon as he recognized the voice. He ceased the smacking immediately and tensed up.

“Ah, Sujin-ah!” Jaejoong greeted the woman, “I was just teasing Min about how adorable he looks. But, it seems that he doesn’t like to be called that.” He broke out in laughter and pulled Changmin into a hug.

“I suppose Changmin is hard to please. But if I was married to Jaejoong, I’d love any nickname that he gives me,” Sujin giggled and covered her mouth as if she was shy. It’s a new habit she had picked up ever since meeting Jaejoong.

Changmin glared at the woman and growled, “Well, too bad you aren’t married to him. And even if you are, I doubt he’d give you a nice nickname.” He turned away coldly from Soojin’s shocked face and marched to the opposite side of the ballroom.

“Slut, whore, bitch, two-faced, banana-shaped, ugly…argh!!” Changmin spitted out all the nasty remarks he could think of about Soojin as he was walking away from his husband.

“Who’s banana-shaped and ugly?” Yoochun asked with an amused smile. He approached the artist with a wine glass and shining eyes.

“N…no one,” Changmin stammered and blushed.

“I believe that was the first time I’ve heard you talk that way about someone. What’s more, you’re doing it behind their back!” The pianist exclaimed and laughed heartily.

“Yah! I’m allowed to do bad things in life too,” Changmin scowled and nudged Yoochun’s arm.

“Oh, really? And how bad do you want to be?” Yoochun’s voice turned sexy and much too alluring for a newly wedded man to hear. His eyes glinted devilishly as he stepped closer to the artist.

“What are you suggesting, Hyung?” Changmin said warily and stepped back.

“An affair is pretty bad,” Yoochun leaned in and whispered into the other man’s ear.

Changmin’s face grew red in an instant and his feet involuntarily took several more steps backward away from Yoochun. “No way, Hyung!” He blurted and frowned hard.

“Oh, Minnie, you’re so adorable when you’re mad,” the pianist chuckled and reached forward to pinch the said man’s red cheeks.

“Hey hey! Hands off the wife!” Jaejoong came to Changmin’s rescue and placed a protective arm around his waist.

“Oh, so you guys already decided on who gets to be the man and woman in the relationship?” Yoochun smirked.

“Of course! With an S line like this, who can compete with my baby for being the wife in the marriage?” Jaejoong grinned widely and kissed Changmin’s still blushing cheek.

“I suppose. So, are you two excited for the honeymoon? I heard you’re going to Italy,” Yoochun changed the subject.

“Yes, Changmin wanted to visit all art museums and the Sistine Chapel. My baby wants to get some inspirations for his next exhibition,” the guitarist informed his friend who nodded quietly.

“Well, you better keep a close eye on him. I heard Italian men are very sexy and flirtatious,” the pianist smirked with eyes challenging Jaejoong.

“Oh, don’t worry, Chun. I’ll make sure the only man Changmin’s going to look at is me,” the latter said confidently and pulled Changmin even closer.

The artist wasn’t sure if he was imagining things or not. But he could’ve sworn he saw a dark look from Yoochun’s eyes and a significant change of expression when Jaejoong finished speaking. However, he didn’t have enough time to worry about it too much since more of his relatives poured into the ballroom.

Changmin and Jaejoong excused themselves quickly and went to greet their guests.

As Yoochun watched the couple bow, shake hands, and said hello to their families and friends, he noticed that Soojin was standing next to him.

“Are you sure you’re ready to do this, Yoochun-shii?” Soojin asked in a low voice.

The pianist’s eyes were no longer on the woman but now focused on Changmin’s face. “Yea, I’m ready for anything,” he muttered and took a long sip of his wine.

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Changmin watched as his husband struggled to stuff their carry-on bag into the overhead compartment.

Jaejoong grunted as he lifts the heavy bag and threw it into the compartment and shut it close forcefully.

“Yah, Hyung! I put all of my art supplies in there. Can’t you be a bit gentler with them?” Changmin pouted.

Jaejoong took the first-class seat next to his husband and crossed his arms across his chest, “Then, can’t you be more loving towards your hubby? Your art supplies weigh a ton! And you’re making me drag them around on our trip? This is our honeymoon, Min!”

“B…b…but I take them with me wherever I go! We’re inseparable!” The younger man whined and crossed his arms in the same fashion as his lover.

Jaejoong sighed and draped his arm over Changmin’s shoulders. He pulled the artist close to him and placed a hard kiss on his lips, “From now on, you and I are inseparable. Not even your art supplies can come between us.”

“Or that Soojin witch…” Changmin blurted. He instantly bit his lip for letting it slip.

“Huh? What did you say, babe?” The guitarist’s eyes widened.

“Nothing!” The other man snapped and stared outside the airplane’s small window.

“Did you just say Soojin? Oh, my sexy darling, I already told you nothing’s going on between us two,” Jaejoong cooed and kissed the younger man’s cheeks several times.

“Oh, really? Then you want to explain to me why you two are always on TV together?” Changmin questioned him impatiently.

“It’s the media, babe. They air what they want people to believe,” the older man sighed and rested his forehead against Changmin’s, “We work together under the same recording company. So, it’s natural for us to be seen together.”

Even at a hotel? Changmin asked silently.

“Baby, look at me,” Jaejoong requested earnestly. After he got his husband’s attention, his voice and face softened, “This is our honeymoon, okay? We’re going to have an amazing time together and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you. And, trust me when I say that you’re the only person that I love. And the only person I see in front of me.”

Changmin grew pink and smiled sheepishly at the guitarist. He knew his husband always had a way with words. His worries and jealousy dissipated soon after gazing into Jaejoong’s passionate eyes.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please prepare for takeoff,” the aircraft captain announced, “Flight attendants, please take your seats.”

Jaejoong quickly buckled his own belt and reached over to help his husband. Changmin said he didn’t need help but the older man had something else in mind.

After fastening his husband’s seat belt, Jaejoong grabbed the airplane’s blanket and spread it across Changmin’s lap.

The latter glanced at the older man suspiciously but wasn’t sure of what the other was planning. Suddenly, he felt a warm hand travelling ever so stealthily up his thigh. The hand hovered above the artist’s crotch before making its landing and unzipping Changmin’s jeans in one go.

“Hyung…!” Changmin moaned softly.

“Call me baby, now!” Jaejoong’s husked voice was demanding and silky at the same time.

“B…baby…” The younger man grunted when he felt Jaejoong rub against the thin fabric of his boxer briefs.

“Louder…!” Jaejoong demanded lowly and slipped his hand under Changmin’s underwear. He wrapped his fingers around the latter’s cock and began to stroke it slowly.

Changmin was glad that the loud engine of the airplane drowned out his voice as he groaned the word Jaejoong wanted him to say. The feeling of being physically lifted into the air by the plane added with the pleasure of being stroked made the artist dizzy. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to breathe as calmly as possible to avoid passing out.

After the plane has reached its optimal height and speed and the seat belt light symbol was turned off, Jaejoong dipped his head low and rested his chin on Changmin’s thigh. He lifted the blanket over his face along with his lover’s lap.

“Jaejoong Baby…! What are you…?” The younger man bit his lip hard when sensations of pleasure coursed through his body like velvety honey. He tried clearing his throat and put on a normal expression, but failed miserably at both.

Jaejoong jerked his husband’s jeans and boxer briefs down just above his knees so that they were still covered by the blanket. He ran the tip of his tongue up and down Changmin’s length and enjoyed watching it twitch.

The other tried to smile at the flight attendants who walked by to check up on the passengers. A few raised an eyebrow at Jaejoong’s figure but no one asked a thing.

The guitarist squeezed and twisted Changmin’s base while sucking and licking tip vigorously. He took pleasure in the taste of pre-cum that oozed out of his lover after a minute of sucking. He blew at the wet cock before sitting back up comfortably in his seat.

Changmin watched in disbelief as Jaejoong wiped his mouth and smiled smugly. The older man looked straight ahead and acted as if nothing had happened.

“Y…y…you! Ahh!” Changmin growled and pulled up his jeans and underwear angrily.

Jaejoong smirked at his young husband and leaned in to kiss his neck. His kiss lingered and turned into a small nibble at the nape of his lover’s neck.

But Changmin jerked away quickly and snapped, “Stop it, you’re evil!”

“Aww, is my baby mad?” Jaejoong purred.

“I’m not your baby,” Changmin growled and faced away from his husband.

The latter pouted but his lips soon curved upward into a smile with many hidden desires. “You are my baby and no one else’s,” he said possessively, “Now, I’m going to head to the bathroom. But, I’ll leave the door unlocked…”

“Huh?” Changmin frowned.

“In case, you know…you want to relieve that enormous bulge of yours,” Jaejoong winked and got out of his seat without another word.

Changmin told himself he must keep his dignity so he remained still. But the uncomfortable bulge wouldn’t go away no matter how much he willed it to do so. He glanced back at the bathroom and cursed softly under his breath, “Fuck dignity. I need him.”

The artist scrambled to the bathroom and took a deep breath before sliding open the door. The moment the door opened, a pair of hands grabbed him hard by the collar and pulled him forcefully inside.

Changmin barely had the chance to make a sound of protest when Jaejoong pulled him into a rough kiss. The guitarist hastily locked the bathroom door and threw his husband against it. He unfastened Changmin’s belt and had his pants lowered in a flash.

“I knew you couldn’t resist,” Jaejoong husked and pressed his own needy flesh against the artist. He had undressed except for the sheer tank that he was wearing. As he grinded against Changmin, he muffled out his husband’s sounds of pleasure with his own mouth.

Changmin was responding to the grind with his own gyrating hips. The friction and tight space of the small closet bathroom made him sweat and grow more excited. “B…baby, I need you so bad,” he moaned in between their make out.

Jaejoong nodded and pulled away from Changmin’s mouth. He scanned the bathroom sink and grinned at the bottle of lotion. He grabbed it and husked to his husband, “Turn around baby and spread your legs.”

The other complied and felt his heart pound in anticipation. No matter how many times they’ve had sex, Changmin always felt this unexplainable sense of excitement before they start. He panted as he watched the older man uncapping the bottle and squirting a generous amount into his hand.

Jaejoong caught Changmin’s eyes and smirked at him. He smacked the artist’s butt and began rubbing some of the lotion around his lover’s entrance.

Changmin moaned from both the sting of the smack and the coolness of the lotion on his skin. He arched his back and offered himself to Jaejoong.

The sight made the guitarist instantly hard and lustful. He gripped Changmin’s hip with one hand while lathering his own length with the lotion. He leaned down and licked the younger man’s earlobe and blew into his ear, “Ready, baby?”

“Yes, I’m so fucking ready,” Changmin groaned and wiggled his butt.

“God, how can you be so damn cute and sexy at the same time, baby?” Jaejoong growled and rammed his cock deep inside his lover.

Changmin screamed at the rough intrusion and felt his body and face being pressed hard against the door. When he regained his senses, he prayed that he wasn’t too loud that people outside could hear him. But in the back of his mind, he knew the chances of that were slim.

Jaejoong grunted and groaned in ecstasy as he drove deeper and harder into Changmin’s hot tightness. He wrapped his arm around his husband’s waist to synchronize their sex motions. With his free hand, Jaejoong pumped the younger man’s weeping cock. His thrusts into Changmin matched with his strokes downward his lover’s cock.

The combined action drove Changmin over the edge and had his whole body shaking in pleasure. “Fuck baby…!” He gasped as spurts of cum shot out of his twitching cock and into Jaejoong’s hand.

The latter continued fucking his young husband and after a few more thrusts, he too was sent to the highest point of pleasure. “Nnnnnghh…! Fuck, honey! Fuck fuck fuck!” The spill of orgasmic words was followed by an explosion of cum inside Changmin’s body. The guitarist groaned loudly as he came hard inside his husband and leaned tiredly against him.

After catching their breaths, Changmin muttered and chuckled, “I think people right outside the bathroom can hear us.”

“Oh, baby, I wouldn’t be surprised if everyone in the whole freaking plane could hear us! Did you listen to yourself? Tsk tsk! My baby is so daring nowadays,” Jaejoong laughed and pulled Changmin into another passionate make out session.

A light tapping on the door made them stop. “Someone else needs to you the bathroom too,” a voice informed them.

Blushing from embarrassment, Changmin pulled on his clothes and hurried Jaejoong to do the same. The latter was a bit reluctance to give up their privacy and claimed that he didn’t pay this much money to not be able to enjoy the whole flight wholeheartedly.

“Flights don’t include sex in their packages,” Changmin joked.

“Well, they should,” the guitarist stated flatly and opened the door. He walked nonchalantly back to their seats and didn’t pay attention to the whispers and frowns on from the other passengers.

The artist on the other hand was red as a tomato and kept his eyes low on the floor. He caught someone saying, “Isn’t that Kim Jaejoong? Was he just having sex with a man?”

The words brought him back down to a painful reality. As he took his seat and stared out the window, he thought about the situation of his marriage. It’s true that they’re legally married, but the fact was well-hidden from the public. Jaejoong’s manager had skillfully put their marriage under the paparazzi’s radar and kept Jaejoong’s homosexuality an even greater secret.

“Baby, it’ll work,” Jaejoong had promised him when he proposed to Changmin.

God, I really hope so, Changmin prayed silently.

And just as if the gods wanted to curse him, a familiar voice caught the artist’s attention.

“Ah, what a coincidence!” Soojin exclaimed and clapped her hands together, “I can’t believe we’re going to Rome together!”

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Author's note: How's that for a comeback? Good...? Bad...? >.<;;

My Name is Cloud!

Thu, 04 Sep 2008 05:49:43 GMT

My ex-boyfriend distracted me while I was writing the OMSD SPECIAL. He sent me this adorable Cloud, from Final Fantasy, animation.

Watch it even if you're not a big fan of FF. It's just too funny and cute!

Watch here!

Oh, My Sexy Darling Special!

Tue, 02 Sep 2008 07:59:01 GMT

Oh, My Sexy Darling is BACK! :DD

In honor of my most popular fanfic series, I've decided to write a SPECIAL EPISODE for Oh, My Sexy Darling. The special will be about 3-5 chapters long and will be released all at the same time on Thursday night or sooner. :]

The SPECIAL takes place before the final chapter of OMSD.

Some highlights of the SPECIAL:

Jaejoong and Changmin's wedding
Honeymoon in Rome
Scandals
Cheating
Airplane smut
and much more!

This is my going away present to my readers before I start hitting the books for college. Hope you guys will like it!

Here is a short preview of the SPECIAL:

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The news struck Changmin like thunder. As he gripped the remote control in one hand and pulled at the fabric of his pants with the other, he stared in disbelief at the TV screen.

He told me that nothing was going on between them, Changmin recalled when he recognized the woman’s face. He turned up the volume of the television and growled lowly at the report being given.

No, it can’t be! He wouldn’t do that to me. He couldn’t! He…shouldn’t…

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All Fics Re-opened to the Public!

Thu, 28 Aug 2008 21:23:35 GMT

After giving this some thoughts, I've decided to re-open all of my fanfics to the public. However, being a Min Min Family Member or a Friend still has its benefits!

Min Min Family Members get instant access to all of my updates.
All Friends get access to my updates 48 hours AFTER posting time.
The Public gets access to my updates 96 hours AFTER posting time.

This also means I will be re-posting my updates on HUG COMM whenever the updates are opened to the public.

If you have difficulty accessing my fanfics, please keep in mind the restrictions listed above. In order to make this policy effective, I also need to do some major "unlocking business" throughout my LJ. In short, please be patient. :)

Questions? Concerns? Comments? Post them here! :D

My Butler, My Love Chapter 4

Wed, 27 Aug 2008 08:02:16 GMT

Title: My Butler, My Love
Chapter: 4
Pairings: Minsu, Jaemin
Ratings: PG-13
Summary: Kim Junsu finds himself at an Academy where the traditional method of learning is turned upside down. Instead, he has to train to become the best butler in all of South Korea while juggling with love and drama.

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Jaejoong gripped Changmin’s slightly sweaty and shaky hand as they walked through the main dining hall and into the ballroom. Jaejoong’s family was wealthy and enough to build their own extravagant ballroom right inside their four stories mansion.

The sight of fancy parties was nothing new to Changmin. But ever since he was thirteen, he had stopped being a guest and became the service boy to these fancy get-togethers.

Murmurs and whispers were like the sounds of buzzing insects when the two young men arrived hand in hand. Curious and suspicious eyes bored down on them.

Feeling anxious and uncomfortable, Changmin pulled his hand away from Jaejoong’s. But the latter refused to let him go and gripped Changmin’s hand more tightly. “Don’t worry about them, babe. This is about us, not them,” said Jaejoong in a soft but firm voice.

The young butler turned to look at his young master sadly and said, “This isn’t my world, Hyung. Please, don’t make me do this.”

Before the older boy could answer, a booming voice erupted from the center of the ballroom, “Welcome, ladies and gentlemen! I sincerely thank you for coming to another dinner party of our family. We’re truly glad that you could all be here with us. Now, if you would please take a seat, food is about to be served.” Mr. Kim grinned charmingly at his guests and clapped his hands twice to signal the servers to start their tasks.

Everyone followed the master of the household’s words and took a seat at the long dinner table. Mr. Kim sat at one end of the table which magnified his importance. Next to him was Mrs. Kim, a beautiful and austere middle aged woman who only smiled occasionally when she was spoken to. At the opposite end of the dinner table was Yunho’s father, Mr. Jung, who was not only Mr. Kim’s cousin but also his closest friend.

Changmin hurriedly sat down at the middle of the table in hopes that the other guests would hide his presence. Jaejoong was still standing a few feet away from the table while chatting quietly to Yunho. The young master of the Kim family would glance occasionally at his butler and his father with a solemn expression.

“You’re going to do it tonight, Jae?” Yunho whispered to his friend.

“Yes, at least, that’s what I intended on doing,” Jaejoong sighed and heaved his shoulders, “But whenever I look at him, I grow more and more nervous.”

“You’re talking about your father or Changmin?” Yunho chuckled.

“Well, I guess both,” Jaejoong chuckled back and shook his head, “Worse come to worse, I get kicked out of the house and become a disowned. That means no money, no place to live, and no name. Doesn’t sound that bad, right?” His sarcasm was bitter and hinted many hidden resentments.

“You don’t have to do it, you know,” Yunho suggested, “Waiting is always an option. But, I’m just so curious. Whose idea was this? Yours or Changmin?”

Jaejoong let out a short laugh before saying, “What do you think, Jung Yunho? You think Changmin would ever pressure or even hint to me that we should tell my parents about us? Seriously, Yun, I thought you knew us better than that.”

“That sort of makes me worried too, Jae. Changmin is so afraid of your relationship being revealed to your family that I wonder when he’s ever going to get over that fear. His family’s in a bad situation right now too. I don’t think Changmin wants to upset them in any way,” Yunho sighed and leaned against the window sill. He watched as his father chatted comfortably with a strange woman and snorted. Can’t he ever control himself? He thought angrily.

“Changmin will never get the guts to do it himself. That’s why I’m helping him. Yunnie, I’m serious about this. I’m serious about Changmin,” Jaejoong said with earnest sincerity.

“And are you willing to give up everything for him?” Yunho asked right away. He stared hard at his childhood friend and waited for a response.

“I…I…” Jaejoong stammered.

“And what good would it do if you give up everything? Would that help Changmin? Would it help him to know that your family will hate him and his family even more for taking away their only son? And what will you become, Jae? A man without nothing at all,” Yunho‘s voice was aggressive but his eyes were gentle. He knew that Jaejoong could lose touch with reality sometimes and as a friend he needed to help bring him back to the real world.

“I…would still have Changmin,” Jaejoong answered breathlessly.

“Are you certain of that?” Yunho asked dangerously.

“Yunho! Jaejoong! What are you two doing over there? Appetizers are already being served!” Mr. Kim shouted and waved his arm broadly. He signaled the two young men to the open seats he had reserved for them.

Jaejoong scowled when he realized the seats were the ones closest to his father and quite far away from Changmin.

Yunho ushered his friend to the table and had to practically pull Jaejoong down onto his seat.

Mr. Kim observed his son intently and noticed the furtive glances Jaejoong would give to someone down the table. Mr. Kim followed his son’s gaze and his jaw dropped slightly when he spotted Changmin sitting apprehensively at his table. He didn’t say a word but his face darkened considerably as he kept a cold stare at the young butler.

Changmin kept his eyes low and fixed on his forks, spoons, and knife set. He was relieved that no one had yet to question him on his presence at the dinner party.

The sounds of servants and butlers bustling caught the attention of the guests. They watched as the uniformed men and women poured out of the kitchen with covered plates in their hands. They lined up behind the seated guests and stood in a perfect formation.

Changmin finally looked up and at the butler standing across from him. His eyes widened when he realized he recognized the young man. Junsu?! He mouthed his name silently.

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“Hurry! Hurry! Faster now! Appetizers are served in less than five minutes! Mr. Kim is very strict about punctuality, we can’t let him down!” The head butler of the household ordered the fifty men and women under his supervision.

A loud crash made everyone drop their tasks and turned their attention to the source.

“KIM JUNSU! THAT’S THE FOURTH DISH YOU’VE BROKEN TONIGHT!” The chef roared.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I will do better!” Junsu apologized profusely and started picking up the broken remains of the dish.

The head butler sighed and shook his head wearily. He walked slowly over to the new butler and cleared his throat.

Hearing the sound, Junsu snapped his head upward and stood up quickly when he saw the head butler, “I’m sorry, Uncle. I’m trying my best.”

“Junsu-ah, if this is your best then I almost want to say that you should just give up,” Junsu’s uncle sighed again.

“No, Uncle! Please, give me another chance! I…can’t give up,” Junsu begged.

“Fine, but if you break anything again, you’re out of here, understand?” The other man frowned. When his nephew nodded and thanked him, he walked away quietly and got back to his task.

As Junsu finished cleaning up the mess he made, he wondered why he took his uncle’s offer to start working as a part-time butler. Oh yea, it’s all for him, he reminded himself and chuckled. Feeling a little more encouraged, he took a deep breath and went back to work.

“Now, does everyone understand the sequence? Up, twirl, back then place the salad dish in front of the guests, understood?” The head butler asked his staffs.

“Yes, sir,” They all answered in unison except for Junsu who looked about as lost as can be.

“Alright, now pick up your dishes and go!” The head butler ordered loudly.

Junsu quickly grabbed a salad dish and lined up behind an older butler. He gulped as they made their way out of the kitchen and into the ballroom.

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Changmin watched with intense interest as Junsu held the dish precariously in one hand. With his free hand, Junsu carried a white towel that was similarly adorned by all the other servants and butlers.

It’s crooked and badly folded, Changmin mentally noted after one look at Junsu’s towel.

Watching the nervous Kim Junsu trying his best to look like a professional butler was amusing, but it amused Changmin even more that Junsu didn’t seem to take notice of his surroundings at all. Even now, the older boy still hadn’t noticed Changmin’s presence even though he was right in front of him.

All the servants and butlers suddenly raised their right arm in which they held their dishes. They made a 180 degrees turn in perfect synchronization before lowering their arm again. Then, they took one uniformed step towards the table and placed the dishes neatly in front of the guests. All the butlers and servants executed their tasks perfectly, except for Junsu.

Junsu was unaware of the timing or the rhythm of their movements. He imitated as best as he could but was always one step behind. He clumsily turned around in place and nearly dropped his dish. This earned him a stifled laugh from Changmin.

The sound finally let Junsu know that his crush was sitting right in front of him. Junsu’s mouth dropped open when he saw Changmin grinning and smirking at him. He blushed deeply as he fumbled to catch up with the other servants and butlers.

Junsu took too big of a step towards the dinner table and collided into a female guest. The collision made him drop the dish and spill the contents all over the woman.

“Ahhh! My hair!” The woman shrieked and stood up immediately. She furiously picked at the salad that covered her head and shoulder. The salad dressing oozed down her face which made her scream even louder.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Junsu apologized quickly and started wiping the female guest with his towel. But it was clear that he didn’t know what he was doing. The more he wiped, the more salad dressing spread all over the woman’s face. Her heavy make-up was becoming undone and messy with each added wipes.

“Stop! Stop! You horrible…!” She cried out shrilly and pushed Junsu roughly aside.

Changmin got up from his seat and pulled out his handkerchief. He poured some water from his untouched glass onto the handkerchief and with great care, he wiped the woman’s face clean. He picked the remaining pieces of salad off her hair and told the nearest servant, “Take her to the bathroom and help her wash off. Don’t forget to use a lot of the best scented soap for her hair. We don’t want any of the dressing smell to linger for more than a few minutes.”

The female servant nodded and aided the fretting guest away from the ballroom.

Changmin sighed and stared at Junsu. The latter dropped his head in shame and remained silent.

“It’s good to see you do something useful for once, Changmin-ah,” Mr. Kim spoke up suddenly. He, along with everyone else, was watching the entire ordeal, “I was getting worried that you have forgotten your place in this household. But, it seems that a butler always know when it is his responsibility to serve his masters and mistresses.”

Changmin swallowed hard and gripped his soaked handkerchief. “I have never forgotten my place, Master Kim,” he bowed.

“Good. Then I will consider it as an ignorant mistake that you’re actually sitting at my table and eating my food when you should be serving all of us,” Mr. Kim said coldly. He picked up his forks and ate a piece of salad. His eyes never left Changmin’s face.

“I understand, Master Kim,” Changmin apologized quickly and stepped away from his seat at the table.

“W…wait!” Jaejoong called out, “I invited him here tonight, Father. He’s my guest.”

“This dinner party is not made for lowly servants like him,” Mr. Kim said acidly, “I let him work here as a butler and that is all that he will ever be to me and this family. And, I am not used to having to share my meals with a servant.”

“Father…!” Jaejoong protested and started to rise from his own seat.

Mr. Kim slammed his hands forcefully down onto the table and roared, “YOU WILL LISTEN TO ME!”

The entire ballroom went silent and everyone could sense the deathly tense aura in the air.

“I sincerely apologize for my wrongdoing. I will take my leave now, Master Kim,” Changmin’s shaky voice broke the silence. He did exactly as he said and disappeared out the ballroom’s door in a flash.

Junsu ran after him and ignored his uncle’s urgent whispers calling him back.

A few moments after the two young butlers were gone, Mr. Kim cleared his throat and put a smile on his face, “Please, excuse us for that bit of unexpected trouble. Now, let us continue on with this delicious meal!” He signaled his guests to start eating again and they did.

Mr. Kim glanced at his son who was still staring in disbelief at him. He ignored Jaejoong’s stare and continued eating. “Eat your food, son. Don’t you dare make another scene or else I will make sure that you never see that boy again,” Mr. Kim threatened.

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“Changmin-ah! Changmin-ah!” Junsu called out as he chased the other boy.

Changmin had run out of the mansion and into the garden. He stopped in front of the large fountain and pool to catch his breath.

Junsu was relieved that the chase was over as he hovered over Changmin. The latter sat on the edge of the pool with his head hung low.

“Changmin-ah…?” Junsu whispered.

Changmin let out a low laugh that scared Junsu, “Isn’t it embarrassing, Su? To act like someone you’re not? To pretend to be someone else?”

The other boy frowned and took a seat next to Changmin. He kicked off his shoes and socks and let his feet dip into the gleaming water of the pool. “I suppose so, Changmin-ah. But, I don’t really know who I am, anyways. So, how can I tell if I’m not truly being myself?” Junsu answered and kicked his foot. A splash of water broke the calmness of the pool.

Changmin looked up at Junsu inquiringly and nodded, “I guess we both don’t know who we really are in this world. I…always thought that I knew who I am and where I’m supposed to be. But, after everything that had happened, my reason for existence has become a blur.”

Junsu stared hard at Changmin after he heard those words. He studied Changmin’s profile carefully as the other boy gazed into the distance. He wondered how a young and beautiful person such as Changmin would ever doubt his reason for living. He noticed how sad Changmin’s eyes were and felt his own heart tremble at the sight.

I have to do something. I have to help him, Junsu told himself.

Changmin gasped when he heard a loud splash next to him. “Junsu, what are you doing?!” He yelled.

Junsu had jumped into the pool with his clothes still on. He swam into the middle of the pool before turning back and said, “I’m living life, Min! My dad always told me that I only have one life to live. ‘Don’t hold back, Kim Junsu. The moment you start regretting the things you haven’t done is the moment you realize you can’t do anything about it,’ he said. I don’t want to regret how I lived my life, Min-ah. And, this pool was just calling out to me, you know?”

Junsu swam happily back and forth across the large expanse of the pool. He did backstrokes and breaststrokes with more enthusiasm than a child that just learned how to swim.

Changmin couldn’t help but smile at Junsu’s liveliness and innocence. He marveled at how carefree the other boy could be. Changmin wondered when was the last time he was able to let go like him.

“Come on in, Changmin-ah!” Junsu called out.

“I can’t, Junsu!” Changmin called back with a smile and shook his head.

“Aww…” Junsu whined cutely. He swam over to where the other was sitting but stayed beneath the water surface.

Changmin watched his friend in confusion. He leaned down close to the water to see why Junsu wasn’t resurfacing.

“Booo!” Junsu screamed and rose up quickly above the water’s surface.

“Yahh!” Changmin shrieked back in surprise.

Junsu grinned triumphantly and hooked his arm around Changmin’s neck. As gravity pulled his body back down into the water, he pulled Changmin down with him.

Together with a loud and wet splash, the two young men crashed into the water. Changmin desperately tried to resurface but Junsu pulled him back down. The two ended up wrestling one another in the pool while laughing happily under the moonlight.

“Okay! I give up! Gosh!” Changmin laughed heartily and stopped his attacks.

Junsu also let out a pleased laugh and stopped their wrestling match underwater. When the two of them had stopped laughing, they stared at one another wordlessly.

“Live with me,” Junsu said suddenly.

“Huh?!” Changmin frowned hard.

“Whenever you question your own reason for existing in this world, think of me. I always know why I want to live. I live for those I love,” Junsu whispered and swam closer to Changmin. He gently pressed the other boy against the wall of the pool and pressed their foreheads together, “Don’t you have someone that you love, Min-ah? Don’t you want to be with him, as badly as I want to be with the one I love as well?”

“I…” Changmin began. But before he could finish his sentence, Junsu had closed the space between their lips.

Changmin didn’t protest or pulled away. Instead, he let Junsu explore his mouth as the older boy’s mouth engulfed his own.

The two young men kissed each other passionately. They didn’t care about where they were or about the world around them. All they wanted was the other person’s warmth and caring touches. All they wanted was to feel more of the burning passion that poured from their hot mouths.

Little did they know, a pair of eyes was watching them from afar. The eyes burned with jealousy and hatred.

“I’m going to make your life a fucking hell, Kim Junsu,” Jaejoong growled.

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“What are you doing here, Su?” Changmin asked after they have gotten out of the pool.

“What do you mean?” Junsu asked back and shook his wet hair.

“I mean, why are you working here? Did you know this was Jaejoong’s family?” Changmin inquired and took off his black shirt. He wrenched the wet cloth as hard as he could. He wondered how he was going to explain to Jaejoong about what happened to his borrowed clothes.

Junsu couldn’t take his eyes off Changmin’s glistening body. He drooled at the sight and held out his hand to touch Changmin.

“Su?” The latter asked seriously.

“Y..y…yea?” Junsu snapped back to reality and blushed under the moonlight.

“You didn’t answer my question,” Changmin frowned.

“Oh, oh! Yea…umm, I had no idea who I was going to work for. My uncle just offered me a job. And I thought it’d be good training for school and the little compet…” He stopped midsentence and wanted to slap himself for almost letting it slip.

“For school and what…?” Changmin questioned him and raised an eyebrow.

“Nothing…! For fun! Haha!” His fake and awkward laugh was horrible and he knew it.

“So, this is a one time job, right?” The younger boy asked carefully.

“No, I’ll be working here permanently,” Junsu stated flatly.

Changmin blinked at him before he could completely register the other boy’s words, “YOU’RE WHAT?!”

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Author's note: I'm very sorry for the long delay. I started packing my stuffs for college and somehow came down with a cold during the process. :[

I'm still pretty sick, so I'm sorry if there are any mistakes in my writing.

Hope you guys liked the chapter anyways! :]

Reversed Love Chapter 1

Sat, 23 Aug 2008 01:33:19 GMT

Title: Reversed Love
Chapter: 1
Pairings: Yoomin, slight Homin
Ratings: PG-13
Summary: Being a twin is not all that easy, especially when your twin's biggest crush starts falling for you.

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After their first kiss, Yuchun offered to take Chamiko home. The latter couldn’t believe how lucky she was. She didn’t expect her abrupt and shy confession would end up this successful.

When Yuchun took Chamiko’s hand on their way to Chamiko’s house, the young girl couldn’t help but blush. She hoped that their walk didn’t have to end, but her house was only half a block away.

“Ah, Yuchun Senpai, we’re here,” she announced softly.

“Already? But I barely got to spend time with you,” Yuchun said with a disappointed look.

“W…would you like to come in then?” Chamiko offered with a sheepish smile.

Her senpai grinned widely and nodded, “Let’s go!”

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Yuchun was left sitting in the living room by himself while Chamiko was fixing some snacks in the kitchen. He would glance occasionally down the hall towards the kitchen to see if Chamiko was coming. Feeling somewhat bored, he started wandering around the living room and poked his nose at various things on displayed in the room.

Yuchun’s eyes fell upon a family picture of a young boy and girl and two people that seemed to be their parents. He picked up the frame and scrutinized the picture closely. The girl must be Chamiko and the rest must be her brother and parents.

Yuchun tilted his head this way and that way as he stared at the two children in the picture. Is it just me or are those two…? He wondered.

But before he could give the picture any more thoughts, the frame was snatched out of his hand.

“Who said you could look at our stuffs?” A voice barked at him.

Yuchun looked up in bewilderment and stared into a pair of angry eyes, “Chamiko, I was just looking at your family picture.”

Chamiko frowned and put the picture frame back to its original location. She then pushed Yuchun back forcefully and growled, “Get out!”

“Huh? Did I do something wrong, Chamiko-san?” Yuchun’s face was a mixture of fear and confusion. He couldn’t figure out why the girl was so different all of a sudden.

“I said, get out…!” The changed Chamiko charged at him and gripped his shirt’s collar. But as she charged, her foot tripped over the leg of the coffee table which caused her to fall forward, “Ahh!”

When Yuchun could think clearly again, he was on the floor with Chamiko on top of him. Their lips met during the fall and never separated.

“Yuchun Senpai…? ONII-SAN?!” Chamiko shrieked.

Onii-san?! Yuchun’s thoughts were all jumbled again. His eyes fell on the aghast face of Chamiko standing in the hallway with a tray of food in her hands.

Yuchun blinked once then stared back at the person on top of him. He quickly pushed off the one on top of him and shouted, “EH?!”

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One week later.

“What’s with that look?” Changmin snapped at his twin.

“Onii-san, what do you think of Yuchun Senpai?” Chamiko asked with her most adorable puppy eyes.

Changmin scowled and rolled his eyes exaggeratedly, “I think he’s a no-good pervert whose grease can make me ten dishes of fried rice. He’s also conceited and an air head. I’ve already heard some pretty nasty rumors about him on campus. I really don’t know why you would like a guy like that, Chamiko.”

“You’re absolutely correct!” Chamiko exclaimed and nodded in agreement.

This was certainly not the response Changmin was expecting. He looked up from his beloved comic book and raised an eyebrow at her, “Come again?”

“You’re perfectly right about Yuchun Senpai, Onii-san,” Chamiko took a seat next to her twin brother and spoke with a voice full of earnest, “He’s absolutely the worst person ever!”

Changmin blinked and readjusted himself to face his sister directly. He took off his glasses and placed his palm on Chamiko’s forehead. “Are you feeling alright, Koko? Are you feeling woozy or light headed? Maybe you need to lie down and rest,” Changmin asked with sincere concern.

“I’m fine, Min! What are you doing?” Chamiko swatted her brother’s hand away from her face and pouted.

“Well, I’m just surprised—actually, appalled at the fact that you’re saying bad things about your number one crush. As far as I can remember, you’ve liked that guy ever since we’ve transferred here,” Changmin chuckled and his eyes glinted with interest.

But his facial expression suddenly changed into one full of suspicions, “Wait a minute, are you up to something, Koko? This sounds so fishy to me.”

“No…! I’m not up to anything! I’m being honest, Onii-san! Yuchun Senpai is no longer my prince charming. But, guess what guess what?” She was practically hopping in her seat.

“Is it something I want to find out?” Changmin asked warily.

“Don’t be silly! Of course you do!” Chamiko moved closer to her twin and pulled out her pink cell phone from her pants’ pocket, “This here is my true Prince Charming. He’s ten times, no, a hundred times better than Yuchun.” She showed Changmin the person she was talking about through her cell phone’s screen and beamed brightly at him.

The older twin frowned and took the phone from his sister. He took one good look at the picture and when he realized who it was; Changmin immediately closed the phone and shouted, “No! You cannot, I repeat, cannot like that person! What are you thinking, Koko? Going after an older man!”

“Well, Yuchun Senpai was older too! And his age was never an issue,” Chamiko defended herself.

“Park Yuchun is only two years older than us. And by my book, that’s okay. But him—he’s probably a good ten years older!” Changmin exclaimed.

“Professor Kim Jejung is only five years older than us, Min,” the girl pouted, “That’s not a big age difference at all. And plus, he’s more matured, handsome, talented, charming, adorable, sweet, and…”

“Alright, I get the point!” Changmin cut her off, “But no matter how good you think he is, he’s still a professor at our university. Relationships like that are prohibited, Chamiko. I’m serious when I say, ‘Don’t get involved with that guy.’”

“B…b…but we won’t be in college for that much longer, Onii-san. And I really really really like him! But, I need your help, Onii-san!” Chamiko begged and whined cutely. This was part of her usual routine when she wanted something out of her twin brother.

“I’m not helping you get together with Professor Kim. And that’s that,” Changmin snorted and went back to his comic.

“I don’t need your help with that, Min. I’ve gotten that taken care of already,” his sister giggled, “But, I haven’t broken the news to Yuchun Senpai yet. And he asked me out on a date tomorrow night.”

“Then tell him then,” Changmin said nonchalantly, “He’s a big boy. I’m sure he’ll handle the heartbreak just fine.”

“B…b..but I can’t! I would never be able to say such things to Yuchun Senpai. So, can’t you do it in my place, Onii-san?” Chamiko clasped her hands together and batted her eyelashes at her brother.

Changmin blinked back blankly at his sister before jumping out of his seat and shouting, “No no no no! Absolutely not! Over my dead body!”

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“I hate you, Chamiko,” Changmin muttered sourly.

“Aww, and I love you too, Min,” Chamiko purred and hugged her older twin, “Now turn around and let me take a good look at you.”

Changmin mumbled some more curses under his breath but did as he was told.

His sister squealed and clapped her hands excitedly at the sight of her brother, “You look so adorable, Onii-san! And you look even prettier than me with make-up on!”

“Don’t you ever dare say that again,” Changmin warned, “And this is positively the last time I’m doing you a favor. You better be grateful!” He checked himself in the mirror and sighed as he kissed his manhood goodbye.

Changmin’s hair was tied up into two tiny ponytails with bangs brushed straight down covering his eyebrows. He had on mascara and faint lines of eyeliner with a touch of pink eye shadow. His lips were glossed by Chamiko’s berry lipgloss and his cheeks were covered in blush. “I look like a clown,” he stated flatly.

“Oh shush! You look radiant and beautiful. No one would ever guess you’re a boy, Onii-san,” Chamiko smirked.

“Or a human,” Changmin bit back sarcastically.

“Alright, alright. Enough of your snarky remarks, dear brother. Time for you to go to school!” The younger twin announced and grabbed her scarf and book bag. But instead of putting it on herself, she wrapped the scarf around Changmin’s neck and gave her twin her bag.

“Huh? What about you? Aren’t you coming?” The latter questioned her.

“No, we can’t have two Chamikos walking around campus, can we? I’ll take the day off and have you go instead. Don’t worry, I’ll call the dean’s office and tell them the real Shim Changmin is out sick or something,” Chamiko opened the door and grinned innocently at Changmin. She had this whole thing planned out from the beginning and gave her brother no chance to protest.

“Now, don’t forget Yuchun Senpai is going to take you out with him right after school, okay? And, Onii-san, please try to be nicer to everyone today. At least, pretend to be nice. You’re me for the whole day, and I don’t want to come back to school with everyone hating me,” Chamiko added and begged.

“If you’re so worried, why don’t you go yourself?!” Changmin snapped impatiently.

“Aish, just go, Min!” Chamiko sighed and pushed her brother out the door, “Have fun, ne! Good luck!”

Changmin scowled some more before marching down the street towards his university. The gush of cold air made him shudder hard. Curse girls and their damn mini-skirts! He thought angrily, How could anyone wear this thing in this kind of weather? Does she want me to die of pneumonia?

The skirt wasn’t the only discomfort Changmin was enduring. He had a hard time walking straight with Chamiko’s new pink panties hugging to his privates way too snugly. The poor young man closed his newly shaven legs together and took small steps in trying to preserve his own body heat.

However, the wind was relentless and one specially strong gust blew up his skirt to reveal the lacy underwear to the public.

“Shit!” He cursed loudly and held his skirt back down against the wind.

“Cute panties, baby!” Someone called out loudly and whistled perversely at Changmin.

The latter whirled around to see who it was. Just then the culprit rode his bike past him. The man sitting on the bike winked at Changmin and blew a kiss at him.

With a red face and an indignant expression, Changmin pulled his right leg back and kicked the side of the bicycle forcefully.

The pervert on the bicycle lost his balance immediately and fell over with a loud thud. He groaned in pain as he laid sprawled out on the ground with the bike on top of him.

“Serves you right, you perverted bastard!” Changmin screamed and stomped away angrily.

The young man pulled himself up slowly and rubbed his scratched elbow. He stared after the girl that just brought him and his bike down with one kick and whispered softly to himself, “She’s definitely my type.”

He picked up his bike and continued on his way until he heard his friend’s voice calling to him, “Yunho-ah! Wait up!”

Yunho grinned at his best friend and waited to let the other catch up to him, “Hey, Chun! What’s up?”

Yuchun grinned and slowed down his pace when he was walking beside Yunho, “Nothing much. I’m just pretty excited about taking this girl out on a date tonight. It’s our first date since we’ve met.”

Yunho whistled and patted his best friend’s back, “Good job, Yuchun! Knock her off her feet tonight! But always remember not to knock her up, alright? At least, not on the first date.”

Yuchun rolled his eyes briefly before laughing heartily, “Oh, shut up! You know I’m not like that or like you.”

“Hey, hey! I’m much more of a gentleman than I look, alright? Who’s the girl anyways?” Yunho smirked and asked.

“Chamiko, Shim Chamiko. She’s a freshman at our college,” Yuchun said proudly, “A really cute girl too.”

Yunho froze and stared at his friend.

“What?” Yuchun asked with a confused look.

“Ah, nothing! Her name just sounds like one of my ex’s,” Yunho laughed it off and continued walking his bike.

“By the way, Yunho, what the hell happened to you? You look like you got run over by a car,” Yuchun asked when he noticed the scratches on Yunho’s elbow and the small dents and scratch marks on his bike.

“Oh, let me tell you, this hot chick totally went ballistic on me when I teased her about her panties showing. She even kicked me right off my bike!” Yunho started retelling the story excitedly to his friend.

When Yunho was done with his story, Yuchun replied, “Jesus! I hope I never have to meet a girl like that! Thank god Chamiko is a cute and sweet angel.”

The “cute and sweet angel,” or should we say, the imposter of the “cute and sweet angel” was only a few blocks ahead of them. Little did he know that today would be one of the most eventful and disastrous days in his nineteen years of life.

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Author's note: Did that satisfy everyone's votes? >.<;;

It's kind of strange to write the Japanese version of their names. ^^

~~I really ♥ bitchy Min.~~

Angel of Mine Chapter 5

Mon, 18 Aug 2008 07:46:03 GMT

Title: Angel of Mine
Chapter: 5
Pairings: Minsu, Yoomin
Ratings: PG-13
Summary: The only survivor of the Shim Dynasty is a young prince named Choikang Changmin. He has been rescued by a fleeing midwife and his only uncle. Changmin must now face the challenges that comes with his royal bloodline and the powers that are passed down for generations after generations.

Changmin and Junsu's Theme: Perhaps Love by Howl and J

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A year had gone by since the incident in the forest and the death of Hwanhee. Junsu and Changmin wandered to different towns and villages in search of a new life. But they continued to fail at finding hospitable places where they could start a living.

After repeated rejections to various jobs and being kicked out of their small rental unit, Junsu and Changmin set off again on their journey to find a place to call their own.

“Let’s go back to my village,” the young swindler suggested.

“Your village? Do you have family or acquaintances there?” Changmin asked.

“Yes, I have many acquaintances there but only one relative. I think this is a good chance for me to visit my grandma and see how she’s doing,” Junsu smiled and turned back to look at Changmin in the eyes.

“What? What’s with the smile?” The latter blinked and frowned slightly.

The older man let out a pleasant laugh and scratched the back of his head, “Well, you see. When I left home about two years ago, my grandma told me, ‘Kim Junsu, you better not come back without a wife!’ And…here I am, bringing you home.” He blushed at the end of his sentence and looked up at Changmin shyly.

The young angel cocked his eyebrow back at him before realizing what Junsu was insinuating. “No! No no no!” He shook his head furiously and planted his feet firmly on the ground.

The swindler pouted and clasped his hands together, “Please, Changmin-ah! She’d be so sad if I came home wifeless.” He put on his best begging face and even whimpered at the other man.

“But you are wifeless! Unless, you want to go find yourself a woman right now!” Changmin exclaimed and threw up his arms.

“B…b…but no woman would want me now,” Junsu whined and took a step closer to the young angel, “Plus, that’d take way too much time. And…and…and…”

“And what?” The other man snorted.

“D..d…do you really want me to go marry another woman?” The young swindler’s voice was soft and his face grew very pink.

Changmin’s heart skipped a beat when he faced the question. He too started blushing on the spot and found it hard to answer Junsu.

The young swindler took Changmin’s hand and massaged the back of it with his thumb. “I made a promise a year ago by that river to take care of you forever. If you had been a woman, I’d marry you right away to keep that promise. But, even if you’re a man, I still intend on keeping my promise,” he stared deeply into the younger man’s eyes and found himself absolutely mesmerized by Changmin’s dark orbs.

“You don’t have to,” the young angel whispered. He knew this kind of commitment that Junsu was offering to him was not something to be taken lightly. “Actually, you should get married. Get a stable and happy life,” he chuckled ruefully.

“Stable but not happy,” Junsu cut him off and inserted his own feelings, “Don’t tell me you don’t know how I feel after all this time.” He pulled Changmin into a tight embrace and pressed his cheek against the other man’s hair.

The younger man hugged him back but remained silent. He loved the feeling of being in Junsu’s arms. The countless nights of him clinging tightly onto his hyung’s body as they fell asleep in strange places had made him accustomed to Junsu’s warmth, scent, and love. They have become much too close over the past year that separation seemed unbearable.

“So, will you come home with me, Choikang Changmin?” Junsu whispered and pulled back to face the said man.

Changmin smiled gently and nodded. “I guess it wouldn’t be much different from the way people see us now,” he chuckled and rolled his eyes.

“Hey! It’s not my fault you’re so beautiful and clingy,” he teased and earned himself a hard wack on the arm by the other man, “Aww, but I love it when you’re clingy!” He wrapped his arms around Changmin’s waist and pulled him into another hug.

“Yah! Stop it!” The young angel snapped and flushed red when people passing by gave them strange looks. He knew the ones that stared extra long were the ones that figured out he was a man instead of a woman.

Junsu finally released Changmin and pinched his cheek with one hand, “You’re simply too adorable when you’re mad.” He ran away before the latter could blow up on him and release some painful hits and kicks.

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“You still haven’t found them?” Dae Ho asked sternly as he wiped his sword with a piece of red cloth.

“No, mama. My men and I have been searching everywhere. But it seems that they are on the move, so it’s very difficult to track them,” Yunho was kneeling in front of his king. He knew that his non-progressive search would cost him dearly.

Dae Ho set down his prized weapon carefully and glared at his spy, “I’ve already told you, Jung Yunho, I never listen to excuses. I’m sure you still remember your little sister?”

Yunho swallowed hard and nodded, “Of course I do, mama. And I always remember my duty towards you. I swear on my life that I will find Changmin.”

“Ahh, but it’s not just your life we’re talking about here, Yunho-ah,” Dae Ho’s voice was rich with poisoned honey, “I’m sure it’d break your late parents’ hear to know that you failed to protect your only sister. But, if you fail me again, Yunho, I guarantee you that you will never see her again.” He sheathed his sword and placed it on its fancy holster.

“Yes, mama,” was all the spy could say before retreating back into the darkness. As he walked slowly back to his horse, his hand fell upon a small piece of broken jade that he always took with him everywhere he went.

Yunho held the broken piece of jewel towards the moon and whispered, “Don’t be scared, Soonmi-ah, your oppa will rescue you even if it costs me my life.”

The dark clad spy rode away into the night with only one thing in mind: to hunt Choikang Changmin.

The journey from the previous town to Junsu’s village took two days on foot. The young swindler found himself back to a familiar sight of rice paddies and farms that stretched for miles.

“Ahh! There it is!” Junsu announced excitedly and pointed to small house at the end of the road. He took Changmin’s hand and together they ran down the dirt road towards his home. “Grandma! Grandma! I’m home!” He yelled and bursted through the old bamboo gates.

An old woman sat on a small wooden bench as she peeled a basket of potatoes with a dull knife. She squinted up from her task but made no obvious reaction to Junsu’s voice.

The latter threw himself at his grandmother while being careful to dodge the knife in her hand. Dull or not, a knife is still a knife. “Grandma, it’s me! It’s your Su Su!” Junsu said loudly.

Changmin wondered why in the world Junsu was being so loud when he was right next to the old woman.

But his question was soon answered when she shouted back, “What..?! Who?!”

“It’s me! Junsu! Kim Junsu, your grandson!” The said man enunciated each word loudly and clearly.

“Junsu?! Su Su?! Ahhh!” The old woman’s eyes brightened as she finally recognized her own grandson. She pulled Junsu’s face closer to her own so that her weak eyes could confirm his identity. After knowing for sure it was him, she wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly.

“Oh, Grandma, how are you? Have you been doing well by yourself?” Junsu rubbed the old woman’s back before pulling back and grinning widely.

“Aiiyahh, you left your poor grandmother by her lonesome self in this house and you ask if I’ve been doing well?” She sighed and still smiled. She stood up wobbly from her bench and was supported by Junsu, “But I got by, of course. Hoping one day that naughty grandson of mine would come back.”

Grandma’s eyes fell upon the other figure standing nearby. She squinted hard and took several steps towards him. “And who’s this?” She asked and pointed a shaky finger at the said man.

“Th…th…that’s Changmin, Grandma. Changmin’s my…my…” Junsu stuttered and glanced at Changmin for permission for what he was about to say next.

The latter sighed and nodded in confirmation.

“Changmin’s my soon-to-be wife, Grandma! We’re engaged!” The young swindler told his grandmother with an overexcited tone.

What?! Changmin’s eyes bugged out at Junsu and glared at him questioningly.

“What…? Engaged? You’re engaged to that person?!” Junsu’s grandmother circled the young angel and studied him carefully. Suddenly, she placed her hands on Changmin’s hips and squeezed them hard.

“Ahh!” Changmin yelped and jumped up in alarm.

“Ahh, wide hips. Good for child bearing,” the old woman clucked her tongue and stood in front of her grandson’s “soon-to-be wife.”

“Grandma…” Junsu complained briefly and placed his hands on her shoulders. But he couldn’t help snicker at the indignant look on Changmin’s face.

“She’s strangely tall for a woman,” Grandma commented and shook her head, “But the strong stature would be good for farming. Good for child bearing and good for farming, ah my boy, you picked well.” Her lips curved to a wide smile at her grandson.

“Thank you, Grandma,” Junsu smiled back then winked at Changmin who scowled at him.

Before, Junsu and Changmin knew what was happening, the old woman seemed to regain unknown youth and ran out of her front yard. She shouted excitedly to her neighbors and announced that her grandson was back. She also didn’t leave out the fact that he brought home a future wife.

“Junsu!” Changmin shrieked and gave the other man death glares, “You didn’t tell me your grandma would announce it to the whole village!!”

“Hehe…s…sorry, Min-ah,” Junsu chuckled nervously and blushed. But, he was secretly pleased about the situation.

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“Are we seriously going through with this?” Changmin asked with a solemn look.

Junsu was busy adjusting his groom’s outfit and combing his hair neatly, “Well, everyone’s already here and waiting, Min-ah. We can’t go back now.”

“B..b…but,” The young angel started to protest.

Junsu quickly turned around and placed a finger on his bride’s lips, “Sssshhh, you already said yes before. And don’t tell me you want to disappoint my old grandma. She’s so happy about this.”

Changmin grabbed Junsu’s finger and pulled it away from his lips, “THAT’S what worries me, Su. If she finds out I’m a guy and all this is fake, she’ll be devastated!”

“Then, let’s not make her feel that way.”

“Huh?”

“Changmin-ah, we don’t have to tell Grandma you’re a guy. I mean, the whole village is fooled and my grandmother sure can’t tell that you’re not a woman either. So, let’s keep things the way they are, alright?” The young swindler stroked the young angel’s hair and smiled pleasantly at him.

“Is it really a lie we can live with forever?” Changmin whispered back and leaned his forehead against Junsu’s.

“Well, Min-ah, there’s one thing about this that will never be a lie,” Junsu said softly before leaning in to kiss his bride’s red lips, “I truly do love you.”

The young angel’s cheeks turned into a bright pink that was noticeable even under all the make-up he was forced to put on. He pulled himself from Junsu and put several steps of distance between them. “S..s…stop. I hate it when you tease me like that,” he stammered.

Junsu pouted then smirked, “Who said I was teasing?” He took a big step and wrapped his arms around his bride. “Wifey-ah, how about we skip the wedding ceremony and go straight to the wedding night?” He whispered silkily.

Changmin’s heart pounded hard as he felt the other man’s lips grazing his cheek and neck. “Y..y..yah! Cut it out!” He yelped and pushed Junsu back roughly. He sped away and stood at the opposite end of the room away from the young swindler.

Junsu’s smirk grew more sinister and perverted as he strutted over to Changmin. He loosened the knot that held his wedding robes together as he came closer and closer to the young angel.

Seeing an open space, Changmin hurriedly ran to it and escaped Junsu’s clutches. But the other was right behind him and managed to catch his hand.

Junsu jerked his arm in one motion and made Changmin fall backward. He opened his arms and caught the other man. Without waiting for a protest or scorn by his bride, Junsu kissed Changmin passionately and slipped his hand under the young angel’s robes.

The younger man’s defenses melted away almost instantly and soon he was responding whole-heartedly to Junsu’s advances. He gasped softly when Junsu nibbled his neck and rubbed his thumb lightly over Changmin's nipple.

But Changmin didn’t get a chance to reciprocate the gestures before the door to their room flew open.

“It’s time for the cere..mo…ny...!” an old man who had been Junsu’s family’s close friend for many years announced, “Ahem! Sorry to interrupt. But you kids should really wait to do that AFTER the wedding.”

Junsu chuckled and helped Changmin tidy up again. He fastened his own robes before holding his hand out to the young angel and said, “Let’s go, love, time to get married.”

The other took a deep breath and smiled shyly at his groom. He took Junsu’s hand and squeezed it firmly.

As they stepped out of the room and into the main living room for the ceremony and festivities, the old man smiled and said to himself, “Ah, such a cute young couple. It’s been a very long time since I’ve seen two people so in love.”

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Yunho arrived at an unknown village on his way to the next big town. He rode calmly through a group of farmers carrying rice stalks in their arms and backs.

“I’m so surprised Yi San’s grandson actually found himself a bride. And a really pretty girl at that,” a woman began gossiping to her friends, “I never thought Junsu was that talented or skilled at anything besides swindling people of their money. So, it came to me as a shock that a pretty girl like Changmin would marry him.”

The name made Yunho stop immediately. He looked down at the woman who didn’t seem to notice his presence.

“Ah, I know what you mean. That Changmin’s very gentle too. Junsu looks like such a happy duck to be married to her. And he sure is a lucky duck,” the woman beside her joined in.

Yunho jumped down from his horse and approached the women, “Excuse me, ladies. Do you know someone by the name of Changmin?”

The two women stopped and started giggling. It was very rare for good-looking young men to pass through their village. The woman who began the gossip spoke up first, “Yes, Changmin-ah is Yi San’s granddaughter-in-law. She came back with her husband a few months ago.”

“She? Changmin’s a woman?” Yunho inquired.

“Yes, of course she’s a woman! She’s living with her husband and her husband’s grandmother now. From the looks of the newlyweds, I bet they’ll be expecting a baby very soon,” she giggled and covered her face with her hand as she peered shyly at Yunho.

The royal spy raised his eyebrow at the women and wondered if this Changmin was really someone else. But he couldn’t take any chances. “Where do they live, Miss?” He asked politely.

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Changmin lugged the basket of newly washed clothes from the river back home. He began straightening and hanging them on the clothesline at the back of the house.

“Well, I’m certainly getting the hang of being a housewife,” he thought aloud as he finished putting up the last of Junsu’s shirts on the line. He reached down to fetch a clothespin to keep the shirt in place, but he had to keep feeling around for the thing.

“Hmm?” He asked himself as he felt something soft. Looking down, he realized that in place of the clothespin was a small pink carnation.

The young angel picked up the flower and smiled lovingly at it. He looked around to see who had placed it there. But no one was around.

“That’s odd. I could’ve sworn it wasn’t here before,” he rubbed his chin thoughtfully. Just then he noticed a dark shadow behind the white bedsheet.

The sheet slowly fell to the ground to reveal a beaming Junsu with a bouquet of pink and white carnations in his hand. Changmin’s mouth parted slightly at the sight before it curves into a soft smile.

“Happy three months anniversary, Jagiya,” Junsu grinned and held out the bouquet of flowers in front of him, “I’m sorry I couldn’t get you anything fancy. But, these are from the bottom of my heart.”

Changmin took the flowers and hugged them close to his body, “Oh, Su-ah, you really do treat me like your real wife.” But he couldn’t help but smile at the pretty things.

Junsu stepped forward and snaked his arms around Changmin’s waist, “What are you talking about, Jagiya? You are my wife.” He held the young angel’s face with one hand and captured his lips with his own.

The two newlyweds were lost in their own world of happiness as the kiss grew more passionate. The bouquet of carnations dropped gently to the ground without either of them noticing.

Changmin pulled away just fast enough to whisper, “You better wash that bedsheet you just dropped.”

“Later, after I’m done making love my wife,” Junsu whispered back and picked up the unknowing angel in his arms. He carried Changmin while rushing into the house.

“Yah..! Yah..! Kim Junsu…ah..!” The young angel yelped before the bedroom door closed and pieces of clothes started flying everywhere in the small room.

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Author's note: Hopefully, you guys remember that during the Star Show, Junsu said he'd call his wife "Jagiya." xD

I thought that was so cute, so I incorporated it into the story. (For reference, jagiya = honey).

Full House Chapter 9 (My Son)

Fri, 15 Aug 2008 09:16:32 GMT

Title: Full House
Chapter: 9 (My Son)
Pairings: Jaemin, Minsu
Ratings: R for swearing
Summary: All a happy family needs is love and stability. Is such a family possible with two single parents, a kindergarten teacher, and two extremely hyper and vivacious young boys? You're about to find out!

Master Table of Contents

Chapter 9 Theme Song: Planetarium by Ai Otsuka

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When the boys ran into the house with two soaked young men behind them, Jaejoong and Ga In were staring silently at one another.

“Hyung, I think we need to go home now,” Changmin announced in between short giggles. Inwhan and Sungwoong kept taking turns tickling their kindergarten teacher.

Yoochun watched from behind them with an amused and pleasant smile. “I don’t think you can go back with such wet clothes. Why don’t you follow me upstairs and we’ll find you some dry clothes?” He offered.

“No! We’re going home. NOW!” Jaejoong snapped angrily.

The entire house became silent as all the cheerful air slowly dissipated. Changmin glanced back and forth nervously between Jaejoong and his ex-wife. It was obvious the tension between the two had gotten worse.

“Yes, I think it’s about time you and your friend go home, Jaejoong,” Ga In sighed and leaned her weight onto one leg. She extended her left arm towards Sungwoong and said, “Sungie-ah, you stay here with Mommy, alright?”

Jaejoong grimaced and balled his fist tightly. “No, Sungie’s coming home with me. I’m still his legal guardian!” The angered father bellowed and went over to grab his son’s hand. He picked up the small and surprised boy into his arms.

“No, Kim Jaejoong, you are not. I’ve already gotten temporary custody from the court. He’s under MY care now,” Ga In said impatiently and stomped over to her ex-husband and son. She pried the boy from Jaejoong’s arms and stole him back. “Now, unless you want to be arrested for kidnapping, I suggest you leave Sungwoong here.”

“Kidnapping?! Taking my own son home is kidnapping?! What about you? How dare you appear out of nowhere and took him away from me right under my nose!? I should report you to the police!” Jaejoong roared as he face grew redder and redder. He stared fiercely at the woman and put on a tough front. But deep down he was deathly afraid of losing his only son.

But Ga In didn’t back down one bit. She put Sungwoong down and marched over to her desk to pull out a manila folder. Opening it hastily, she pulled out two pieces of paper and slapped them hard against Jaejoong’s chest. “This is proof that Sungwoong is mine now. If you want to argue, take it out to court. But I don’t have time for your little games right now, Jaejoong,” she hissed.

The young father’s hands shook as he looked through the documents. Little by little, he came to understand how serious the situation really was and how very close he was of losing his child.

Changmin grew more and more concerned as he watched Jaejoong read those dreaded papers. He walked carefully over to his housemate and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Let’s go home for now, Hyung. We’ll figure something out. It’s no use staying here and argue right now,” he reasoned softly.

The older man looked up from the documents and stared hard at Changmin. He then diverted his gaze down to Sungwoong who looked as though he was going to cry at any moment. He closed his eyes briefly and took a deep breath.

After gaining some sense of calmness to himself, Jaejoong leaned down to his son and said gently, “Sungie-ah, you stay here and be good with your mom for tonight, alright? I promise I’ll be back for you soon.”

Sungwoong sprinted towards his dad and hugged his leg tightly. He wailed loudly and clung onto the long limb stubbornly, “No, Daddy! Stay! Stay here with me!”

Jaejoong took another deep breath pried Sungwoong’s small arms and legs from himself. He hugged the boy tightly and whispered softly into his ear, “Listen, Sungie-ah. I can’t stay because this isn’t Daddy’s house anymore. But it is still yours. And for now, you need to stay here. But I promise, no, I swear to you that I’ll be back for you.” He kissed his son’s damp hair and stood up abruptly. He sped out of the house without another look back.

Changmin’s heart shook at the scene he just witnessed. He stared at Jaejoong’s ex-wife in disbelief for what she was putting Sungwoong and Jaejoong through. But, just like his housemate, there was nothing he could do right now except to go home and help Jaejoong think of a plan.

The young teacher placed his hand on top of Sungwoong’s head and ruffled his hair lightly, “I’ll see you soon, Sungwoongie. Be good now.” He then took Inwhan’s hand in his and led the other boy out the door.

“Bye Sungie! Bye! I promise I won’t steal your toys tonight!” Inwhan shouted as he was being pulled along by Changmin.

Sungwoong’s eyes welled up in tears as he watched his dad, teacher, and best friend pull out of the drive way. He ran out of the house and screamed, “No! Wait! Take me home! I want to go home!”

“Kim Sungwoong! You stay here right now!” Ga In bellowed and chased after her son. She pulled the boy back from running out into the street that Jaejoong’s car was traveling upon.

“DADDY! COME BACK! DADDY! I WANT TO GO HOME!” Sungwoong sobbed and screamed with all his might. But the car was already out of sight.

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The car ride was silent and everyone avoided making eyes contact with one another. Inwhan had been sobbing quietly in the backseat until he cried himself to sleep.

Changmin didn’t even know what to say or how to act while sitting next to Jaejoong. All this was still part of Jaejoong’s personal life and the young teacher wondered just how much he could intervene. He glanced over for the first time since they pulled out of Ga In’s driveway towards Jaejoong.

To his utter surprise, silent tears were falling down the handsome man’s face. Changmin wondered how Jaejoong managed to cry all this time without the younger man ever noticing. His eyes are full of sorrow. I’ve never seen such a heartbroken person in my life, the more Changmin thought about it, the more his heart trembled.

When they arrived home, Jaejoong stormed inside the house without a word.

“Hi, J..J…Jaejoong…” Junsu greeted awkwardly and stared questioningly at Changmin. The latter was carrying the sleeping Inwhan in his arms with a weary expression. “Where’s Sungwoong?” The young businessman asked.

Just when he finished his question, the bedroom door slammed with a bang. Junsu jumped and bugged his eyes out at Changmin. Something was obviously very wrong.

“It’s a long story, Hyung. But Jaejoong Hyung needs our help right now. He’s…about to lose his son,” the young teacher’s face was sad and solemn.

Junsu frowned after hearing those words but he nodded and patted the seat next to him on the couch, “Tell me everything, Changmin-ah.”

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“It’s the only way to prove that he’s your son, Jaejoong-ah,” Junsu explained impatiently.

“What makes you think that bitch will go along with it?” Jaejoong snorted.

“Well, if she has nothing to hide, then she would go through with the test. And I can obtain legal rights for you to demand a test. But I can only do it if you’re one-hundred percent cooperative,” the younger man said with a serious tone.

“Please do it, Hyung. It’s the only way you can fight her to keep custody of Sungwoong,” Changmin begged.

Jaejoong grunted and stood up from the couch. He went over to the windows and stared out into the night.

After a moment of silence, Junsu spoke up slowly, “Unless, you’re afraid to see the results yourself.”

Jaejoong hissed and slammed his fist against the window’s frame. “Yes! Yes! I’m fucking afraid! Are you happy now?!” He shouted.

Changmin sighed and walked over to the blonde man. To Jaejoong’s surprise, the young teacher took his hand and squeezed it warmly. “Jaejoong-ah, sometimes in life, we have to be brave to protect what’s dear to us. We have to at least fight for Sungwoong’s sake….right…?” His voice was barely audible as he enveloped his arms around Jaejoong and gave him their first close embrace.

The older man wasn’t sure how to react to Changmin’s warm gestures. His own arms settled unsurely on top of Changmin’s back as he hugged him back. “Y…y…you’re right. You’re always right, Changmin-ah,” he said breathlessly.

Junsu gripped the couch’s arm as he stared at the two men embracing. He tore his eyes away from them and tried to focus on Jaejoong’s problem instead of his own aching heart.

Ring! Ring!

Jaejoong’s cell phone came to life and rang loudly. Its owner pulled away from Changmin reluctantly to answer the call, “Hello?”

“He’s gone! Did you take him away?! I told you that’s against the laws, Kim Jaejoong. Or do you not understand?!” Ga In’s voice was loud and harsh through the phone. She was loud enough for Junsu and Changmin to hear in on their conversation without the use of speakers.

“Wait, what?! What do you mean he’s gone? I didn’t do anything!” Jaejoong snapped impatiently.

“Don’t you dare lie to me, Jaejoong. I might be able forgive you if you came and took my son, but I will not forgive you if you lie to me!” The woman screeched.

“I’m not fucking lying! Now, tell me what the hell is going on! You don’t know where Sungwoong is right now?” Jaejoong gripped his phone tighter and tighter as his breaths became short.

“No, I don’t. Yoochun and I left him alone for one second, and he disappeared. I really don’t know what that little boy is thinking. He must have…hello? Hello? Hello?!”

Jaejoong clicked off his cell and ran out the doors in a split second.

“Hyung! Wait!” Changmin cried out and went after him.

Junsu started to chase after them but he suddenly remembered Inwhan was still sleeping in his room. He couldn’t leave the boy by himself. Why am I always left behind?! He thought angrily.

“SUNGIE-AH?! SUNGIE-AH?!” Jaejoong screamed on top of his lungs as he searched around the entire block. “He has to be around here. That kid must’ve decided to come home by himself,” he told Changmin.

The latter nodded but he didn’t want to take any chances. He flipped open his cell phone and dialed the police’s number, “Hello? I’d like to report a missing child, please.”

Jaejoong didn’t abandon his search and looked around desperately for his son. Nightfall was upon them and he couldn’t bear the thought of having Sungwoong out at night by himself. “SUNGIE! SUNGIE! KIM SUNGWOONG! WHERE ARE YOU?!” He screamed like a mad man and didn’t care that people passing by were looking at him like he really was one.

Half an hour went by and Jaejoong was growing more and more desperate by the seconds. He had to stop momentarily to catch his breath and leaned forward to rest his arms on his knees. Sungie-ah, where are you? Can’t you hear me calling for you? His eyes burned as tears threatened to pour out of them.

“Daddy..! Daddy..!”

I must be hallucinating.

“Daddy! Daddy!”

“Sungie? Sungie, is that you?!” Jaejoong whirled around and followed the voice. It undeniably belonged to his only child.

“DADDY! I’M HERE!” Sungwoong shouted and waved his arms in the air. He was just across the streets from his dad.

Jaejoong let out a long sigh in relief and waved back at the little boy, “SUNGIE! I SEE YOU! I…I SEE YOU…!” The overwhelming sense of happiness and relief of finding his son again forced Jaejoong’s eyes to water. Before the man knew it, he was crying again.

Sungwoong grinned from ear to ear and ran past the crowd of adults standing at the intersection. He sprinted towards his dad with open arms.

“Hey! Kid! Watch out!” A man yelled from the side of the streets.

SCREECH!

The deafening sound exploded into the night. Hundreds of eyes fell upon the source of the sound and onto the small boy that lay sprawled out in the middle of the street.

“SUNGIE-AH! NO! NO!” Jaejoong’s world came crashing down onto him.

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“Teacher…! Is Sungwoongie going to be okay?” Inwhan pouted and looked up sadly at his kindergarten teacher.

Changmin sighed and placed the boy onto his lap. He rubbed Inwhan’s back and smiled gently, “Yea, he’ll be okay. We just have to wait now, okay?”

“Mmm!” The small boy’s face brightened as he smiled happily at his teacher.

Changmin wished that he could still be as innocent as his young student. But when he stared at Jaejoong’s back, he couldn’t help but curse at this world that forced such a caring parent to suffer so much heartache. And it wasn’t even his fault.

“This was all my fault. If I had just been watching him more carefully…this…this would never had happened,” Ga In sobbed.

Yoochun was next to her and wrapped his arms around the woman to comfort her. But his eyes were fixed on Changmin.

Sungwoong was taken to Seoul Hospital minutes after the accident. How much injuries he obtained from the crash were unclear. But he had just come out of the Emergency Room half an hour ago and was now resting in his room. But the doctor said his conditions were too serious for him to allow any visitors.

“Perhaps in a few hours when his conditions are stabilized, then the parents may visit him,” the doctor had informed them.

Changmin glanced up and down the hospital’s hallway to look for Junsu. The latter had disappeared soon after Sungwoong was transferred from the ER to his room.

Just when Changmin was thinking of the young businessman, Junsu emerged from the elevators with a folder in his hand. He gave the young teacher a small smile as he walked by him but did not stop. Instead, he approached Jaejoong cautiously.

Jaejoong was sitting right outside of Sungwoong’s door and kept a relatively large space between him and everybody else. He looked up warily at Junsu who entered his personal space.

Changmin couldn’t hear what the two were talking about. But he saw Junsu opening the folder and showing Jaejoong something. He also noticed Jaejoong’s wary expression turn into one of pure shock. He squinted his eyes and managed to read the small label on top of the folder.

It read, “DNA Paternal Test Result.”

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Author's note: Please don't kill me for another cliff-hanger. T.T
In case anyone wonders where in the world is our clumsy repairman, Yunho....let's just say his incompetence got the best of him. :3

Planetarium's Lyrics Translation (I thought it was fitting for this chapter)

Translation:
Evening approaches and the voices of night-smiling children fade
I know that you are somewhere under this sky, far, far away
At summer’s end, we snuck away together, we found this park
I kind of remember that constellation

Even if I don’t meet you, I can search for memories
Of the same sort of happiness.
Both the smell and fireworks going “bang”

I want to go to where you are
I want to start running there soon
I can’t see anything in the inky darkness
Even if I’m scared I’ll be okay
The wisdom of this clear sky
Is here now all the time.
I didn’t cry when I saw you in the past
Because the sky was clear.

Daily, from that road over there, I can only hear one sound.
Maybe you’ll stare at your big shadow.
It is not in the least expected to change.
A sad feeling expands inside you.
This is the “you’re not there” kind of feeling.

I really want to go and be next to you
Even though I am really, really small
I love you the most
I can be strong
I suddenly try to make a wish on a falling star
Maybe I’ll reach the point where I don’t cry
In a clear sky.

Even if I'm not with you, I can search for memories
Of the same sort of happiness.
Like the smell, together with fireworks going “bang”

I want to go to your place (The place that is with you…)
A small hand clenching yours,
I want to cry; that is a beautiful sky.
I suddenly try to make a wish on a falling star
Under this sky, I don’t think that I want to cry.

KISS on Stage [one-shot]

Wed, 13 Aug 2008 08:20:23 GMT

Title: KISS on Stage
Pairing: Yoomin
Ratings: NC-17
Length: One-shot
Summary: Yoochun decided to take Yunho's advice and bring his lover on stage for a different kind of performance.
Author's note: EXPLICIT SMUT! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

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“Let’s do what Yunho asked and make love on stage, baby,” Yoochun husked and ran his hand through Changmin’s hair.

“B...b…but everyone would see us!” The latter answered shakily.

Yoochun smirked at his young lover and leaned down to nibble his neck, “Don’t tell me you aren’t excited by the idea of that.” His chuckled softly when he managed to elicit a gasp and a moan from Changmin’s lips. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he murmured softly and enveloped the younger man’s lips with his own.

Changmin wrapped his arms around Yoochun’s neck and took wobbly steps backward onto the stage. Everything was dark except for the spotlight shining brightly on the kissing couple.

“Let’s give them one hell of a show, baby,” the older man purred silkily and placed his firm hands onto Changmin’s hips. With one fluid motion, he turned his lover around to face the standing microphone in front of them.

The youngest gulped as he watched Yoochun guiding his own hands to settle on top of the mike.

“Hold it, baby. Pretend you’re performing. But, instead of singing, I want you to moan and cry out my name when I fuck you hard,” Yoohun’s voice was like syrup as it flowed ever so slowly throughout Changmin’s body. Wherever it went, it left behind a warm and sticky feeling very much like the cum that Yoochun leaves inside of his lover every time they had sex.

So, Changmin hung onto the microphone and rested his weight on top of the pole. He panted heavily as his hyung’s hands glided across his chest and popped open his shirt’s buttons. One by one they gave in to the pianist’s nimble fingers until the whole clothe was shed.

The hands were soon replaced with hot lips grazing themselves gently up and down Changmin’s back. Goosebumps rose across the younger man’s flesh as his lover kissed and licked down his spine.

“Ahhh….” Changmin whimpered and panted even harder. The sounds were amplified by the working microphone that made his calls of love echo throughout the auditorium.

Hearing the augmented sounds of the younger man’s whimpers and heavy breathing made Yoochun less patient. He tugged off Changmin’s pants and boxers without much care and art.

But he did, however, slow down to savor the taste and texture of his lover’s manhood. He made sure to swallow Changmin’s entire length whole and flick his tongue as many times as possible on his tip. Yoochun was in love with the cries of pleasure that always erupted from the youngest.

“God, Hyung! Ahh that feels so fucking good!” Sure enough, there was Changmin’s cry of utter pleasure.

The cursing made Yoochun even more excited. He stood up abruptly and snickered when his lover whimpered at their loss of contact. “Don’t worry, babe. I’m going to make you feel a hundred times better now,” he reassured Changmin and smacked the younger man’s ass loudly.

God! Even the slap was amplified by the mike. I can’t even fathom how the sound of rough sex will sound in this place, Yoochun thought lustfully and licked his lips twice. He threw off his clothes and stroked himself with one hand while rubbing Changmin’s entrance with the other.

“Ready, baby?” Yoochun’s breath was hot and tantalizing.

“Yes, I’m so ready,” Changmin said with a raspy voice. He clutched the mike even tighter to prepare himself for the rough ride.

Yoochun snickered and pressed his body against Changmin’s back. With both hands on the younger man’s slim waist, he rolled his hips and guided his lover’s body to mimic his actions. They were caught in a sensual dance where the melody of the music could only be heard in their love filled minds.

Amidst their slow grinding of hips, Yoochun was preparing himself to enter his lover’s body. Right at the perfect angle and body position, the older man jerked his hips up and forward and slammed his cock deep inside Changmin.

“YOOCHUN! FUCK BABY!” The latter screamed and squeezed his eyes shut from the painful pleasure. His blood raced throughout his body at an alarming speed. He tried to bite back the subsequent moans that poured out as Yoochun began thrusting in and out of him.

“N…n…no! Don’t hold back, baby. I told you I want to hear you moan and scream into that microphone. Do it for me, baby….please…” Yoochun begged but knew it was more like an encouragement than a request. Changmin was already giving up his shyness on stage and was making louder and louder sounds into the mike.

“Nnnngghh…y..y..yes! It’s…s…so amazing…g…g. Fuck me like that, Hyung!” The dirty talk made the youngest even hornier, especially when he could hear himself very clearly and knew many people could as well if they were there.

Yoochun was no exception to the sexual adrenaline produced by being present on stage. He could hear faintly the sounds of his body slapping against Changmin’s taut ass as he fucked the younger man passionately. More…! More…! The tiny inaudible voice in his mind pushed him.

Yoochun obeyed the voice and increased both the speed and force of his lovemaking.

The mind-blowing feeling of the older man drilling his prostate forced Changmin to scream into the microphone as if he was doing his scream solo for Rising Sun. His body shook violently as climax took over. His cum trailed and wrapped itself all over the microphone stand.

Seeing the mess that his lover had made, Yoochun grunted lowly before slamming his manhood in one last time and exploding deep inside Changmin. “Ahh…ahhh! Fuck! God, Changmin you feel so good…!” Yoochun’s naturally deep voice growled and groaned into Changmin’s ear. Of course, that too was not missed by the mike’s sensitivity.

Changmin rested his forehead on top of the stand while Yoochun held onto him from behind. The older man kissed his shoulders and neck and finally his lips. He pulled himself out of Changmin gently and wrapped his arms around his younger lover’s body.

“I love you, baby,” Yoochun whispered in between their kisses, “That was a great performance by the way. The best I’ve seen from you so far.”

Changmin chuckled and smacked Yoochun’s arm playfully, “I love you too, Chunnie. But I’m gonna kill you if you ever made me do that again.”

Just right when the youngest finished his sentence, the sounds of clapping erupted from the audience.

“Encore! Encore!” Junsu yelled loudly and stood up from his seat.

The light of the auditorium slowly turned on to reveal an audience of three handsome men.

“We should incorporate that into our talks during our concerts from now on,” Jaejoong said with smirk.

Yunho and Junsu nodded in agreement and laughed when the baby of the group turned completely red and buried his face into Yoochun’s chest.

“You three are so dead,” Yoochun warned and pulled his lover close. But he hid the satisfied smile that shone on his face from his shy baby.

However, Yoochun and Changmin did listen to their hyung’s recommendation, but with some conservativeness. And thus, it gave way to the infamous “Yoomin Sexy Count” during their ‘T’ tour in Japan.

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Author's note: Inspired by The 3 Stages of Yoomin Love.

Dedicated to my cute and lovable Umma!Min k_e_w_t

The 3 Stages of a Yoomin Love Story

Wed, 13 Aug 2008 05:00:53 GMT

Title: The 3 Stages of a Yoomin Love Story
Pairings: Yoomin, hints of Yoominsu and Jaemin
Length: One-shot
Ratings: R
Author's note: This is a series of dialogues meant to amuse.

STAGE 1 CONVERSION and JEALOUSY

YC: I'm straight.
CM: As a ruler.
YC: Yep, straight as a ruler!
CM: Do you know they make flexible rulers that you can bend now?

JS and YC: *strolls down the streets early in the morning*
JS: Let’s stop by that coffee shop! I want a cappuccino.
YC: God, Su! You drink way too much coffee! *blabbers on about how coffee is bad for you*
JS: …
YC: *spots CM walking into the coffee shop holding hands with another guy* Actually, a cup of coffee sounds good right now. *walks quickly into shop*
JS: GEESH! MAKE UP YOUR MIND!

JS: *peers furtively over at CM and the mystery guy* Who do you think he is?
YC: The ugliest crap-face greasy-looking bastard I’ve ever seen.
JS: *blinks*…
YC: *spits out more insults*
JS: You know, Chun, your face right now looks ten times worse than your descriptions of him.
YC: *strangles JS*

CM: What are you guys doing here?
YC: Grabbing a cup of coffee and hanging out.
JS: No…Chun wanted to stalk you and your hottie.
YC: *strangles JS again*

CM: My hottie?
YC: N..n…nothing!
JS: Well, according to Chun he’s the ugliest crap-face greasy-looking bastard he’s ever seen.
CM: …
YC: Su! Shut up!
JS: And I told him he looks just as bad right now. *snickers*
CM: Well, I think Yoochun Hyung looks adorable when he’s jealous. *walks off happily*
YC: Su?
JS: *grins* Yes?
YC: Did you buy it yet?
JS: Buy what?
YC: Your coffin.

CM: *grabs and shampoo bottle and smells it* Ahh, this smells like [insert boy’s name].
YC: *trashes bottle*
CM: …
YC: *storms out of bathroom*
CM: *snickers* Straight as a ruler, eh…?

CM: Hyung, do you wanna go out Friday night?
YC: Sorry, Min. I’m busy.
CM: *pouts and walks away*
JJ: *walks by YC and mumbles* Maybe I should ask Changmin out on a date this Friday.
YC: …
YC: MIN-AH! Movie and dinner sounds good for Friday!

YC tells his girlfriend: Honey, I've been cheating on you.
Girlfriend: Who's the bitch?
CM: *squeals* Me me!

STAGE 2 PUPPY LOVE

YC: My tie's crooked.
CM: I'll fix it *fixes, kisses then walks away*
YC: *messes up tie again* umm...excuse me...

CM: My body pillow needs to be re-stuffed. It’s too flat.
YC: *lays down onto bed* Here, hug me instead.
CM: *squeals and hugs YC tightly*
YC: No re-stuffing needed.

YC: This song is dedicated to the most beautiful and gentle flower in this room.
Pretty Girl: *sighs happily and dreamily*
CM: *leans over to the girl and whispers* He’s not talking about you.
-Later that night, the girl catches YC and CM kissing in the back-

STAGE 3 HOME RUN

CM: WHERE’S MY NIGHT SHIRT?! DON’T TELL ME YOU GUYS STOLE IT AGAIN! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU GUYS THAT NO ONE CAN WEAR IT EXCEPT ME!
JS: I saw YC wearing it this morning. In fact, I think that’s all he wore.
-CM goes under a flash back of a sweaty night filled with moans and kisses-
CM: Oh yea, I remember now. I tore his shirt.
JS: You tore his shirt?! Did he blow up on you?
CM: No, he seemed to really like it actually.
JS: ….
CM: *grins* But he did blow something else though.

YC: I love the way you roll your hips.
CM: I love the way you thrust.
YC: I love the way you arch your back.
CM: I love the way you shake your ass.
YH: Yah! How about you two do that on stage like you’re supposed to?
YC: Hyung! You want to see me fuck Min on stage?
CM: *giggles*
YH: Oh god, no! Dance! I meant dance! I’ve seen the both of you together enough to last me a lifetime!

CM: Does that feel good, baby?
YC: It feels amazing, love.
CM: Should I make it hotter?
YC: You don’t have to do anything, babe. Your sexy body already makes it hot.
CM and YC: *makes out passionately*
YH: *barges in* Hey…I left my tow..w..wel! Ah! My eyes! How many times do I have to tell you the bathroom is not a place to fuck!?!?

YH: I’m so tired of this!
JJ: I’m so tired of cleaning up after them!
JS: I’m so tired of being left out during our threesomes!
YH & JJ: O_O;;

Author's note:
Inspired by their interviews and a series of gay movies I've been watching. u.u
Both are equally addicting.
~~I will get back to writing my "real" fanfics soon.~~ :x

WELCOME NEW MIN MIN FAMILY MEMBERS!

Sun, 10 Aug 2008 06:46:16 GMT

As promised, I've added NEW FAMILY MEMBERS to the happy MIN MIN FAMILY! :)

Here are the 24 new members in random order:

doma_arsonica
aribrikapanda1
bishan_kk
blitzzy
bu0706xy
cream612
epiktraveller
gem_jam
helle_reen
irerd_taga
jm_love
kamakazza
lady_shira32
pogi_blu
realmofreality
queen_eddie
rshauna
roamingwyoming
sharkbait_ha
shou_un
jaesa2617
sugardjunk
veronicaleandra
yinluvschangmin

CONGRATULATIONS!

I really want to thank you all for your love and support of my work. This is my way of thanking everyone for the comments and love they have given me. I'm truly happy to be part of this LJ family.

Again, the benefits of being a part of the Min Min Family include immediate access to all of my updates (no more annoying 48 hours wait) and your very own customizable icon.

Here are important and fun links for new members to follow:

Family Roles and Titles

Customizable Icons for Family Members

For those who are interested in becoming a part of the family, all you have to do is drop me a comment on my updates. I will add the most "active" readers to the family every cycle.

For more information, please go to the link provided below.

Min Min Family

On an ending note, PLEASE HELP ME SAY WELCOME AND CONGRATULATIONS TO THE NEW MEMBERS! ♥

Fish Bait Chapter 2

Sun, 10 Aug 2008 05:35:04 GMT

Title: Fish Bait
Pairing: Minsu
Authors: cmplctd & minniepi
Ratings: PG-13
Summary: DolphinBoy, the most unlikely superhero of all, saves the lives of many and captures the heart of a devious Shim Changmin.
Author's note: A cracktastic fic brought to you by two very cracky fangirls. :)

Chapter 1
Chapter 2